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@sommerfelds
# SOMMERFELDS. shoshana, ezra, and samuel sommerfeld. affiliated with @popstr. selective and private ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. est. 22 feb 2021. mutuals only. relatively low activity. adult themes may be present. do not follow if you are a minor. penned by allison, 30+. border credit.
rules. shoshana. ezra. samuel. interest tracker. other blogs: @popstr. ( affiliated ) @shebrawn. @sovietperil. @karmazyni.
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shoshana’s apartment is nothing special and there’s absolutely no reason for her to gatekeep it, but if you’re allowed anywhere near her home, you’re special to her in some way because she aggressively refuses to let just anybody into her safe space.
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .
Zoey Deutch
crimewrought.
𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰 𝚁𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚂 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁. sho isn’t herself a complication, not as such, but she is complex. and though maria has never been the puzzle-solving sort, to her surprise, she finds herself enjoying working through the intricacies of the other woman; even in moments as fraught as this. “ maybe, ” she concedes ––– there’s little use in pretending she’s doing anything other than deflecting. but she’s swept up now in both the moment of vulnerability sho surrenders, and the brief euphoria brought with the kiss the other presses upon maria’s forehead. “ i’m always going to be interested in whatever you have to say. in whatever a quantity, about whatever a topic. you realise that, right? ” idle contentment washes over her; maria smiles, softly, and takes sho’s hand in hers, trailing circles with her fingertip inside the other’s palm. “ i just want you to know you can tell me whatever might be ––– i don’t know. pent up in those moments of quietness, if there is anything you ever don’t say, sometimes. ” a shrug, a slight emboldenment of her smile. maria isn’t one to pry, understands the importance of what is deemed to be kept close to one’s chest. but there’s an ebb and flow to them, she’s coming to find, whatever it is they are. a give and take that, for all it frightens her, she’s finding herself learning from. “ i feel like what we’re really saying here is that i talk too much shit, and you sit and take notes on anyone in a room to dissect them later. yeah? ”
her gaze drops to their hands as maria takes hers and something behind shoshana’s hazel eyes softens for a moment. vulnerability isn’t the right word when it comes to how she feels around the other woman ; it isn’t too far off, but that term leaves such an awful taste in her mouth and the way mar makes her feel is far from awful. more than that, she actually feels better with maria than she’s felt with anybody for a very long time. tilting her head down into mar’s shoulder, she smiles against the fabric of her shirt, almost as though she’s making an effort to hide her pleasure, as if it exposes more than she’s comfortable with. ( truly, it isn’t anything to do with hiding from maria at all, but simply shoshana being utterly unaccustomed to exhibiting much of anything like this in front of others. ) ❛ maybe, ❜ she answers lightly, an echo of maria’s previous response, almost muffled into the other woman’s arm. ❛ except the part where you say you talk too much shit. personally I enjoy the rate of your shit - talking. ❜ she presses a kiss to mar’s shoulder, finally lifting her gaze to meet hers. ❛ just like I’m interested in whatever you say, too. we can compare notes when I’m done processing them, always. we just do things a little differently sometimes. but that can be okay, right? ❜
this week’s sunday post is that shoshana absolutely has a double standard when it comes to hooking up with men and women and that double standard is that she will absolutely not go down on men she’s casually hooking up with but she will go down on women
like for a starter !! comment for a specific muse if you especially love me or I’ll just choose for you. see the interest tracker in my pinned post for au details!
wonder how samuel at 6′3, almost 6′4, feels about the fact that simeon, his cousin who’s nearly a foot shorter than he is, would absolutely demolish him a fight.
kissing a sommerfeld instantly improves your health, take it from me.
ezra by far is the quietest sommerfeld and tries to take up the least space, but he is so soft and caring and actually deserves so much love.
this is shoshana.
what’s interesting about shoshana is that she walks this really fine line of needing control of everything in her own life because so many formative events have happened around her in which she had no control ... and yet she’s also historically been in a position throughout much of her adult life, arguably self - imposed but existent all the same, where she’s become the Strong One or the Tough One or the one who keeps it together when everyone else is losing it, so she both needs to be in control while simultaneously yearning to give up control to someone she trusts even though she finds trusting people next to impossible and anyway that’s chiefly why she struggles with relationships so hard, because it’s not that she’s worried about cheating or anything like that ... she’s worried about somebody not shouldering their share in a relationship and her having to pick up the slack and being overburdened
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . ( a series of nsfw prompts , separated by quotes & acts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme . send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts )
→ WORDS .
❛ i’m sorry , you don’t enjoy being teased ? . ❜ ❛ you know what i’m waiting for . ❜ ❛ keep your hands where they are . ❜ ❛ i want you to ride [ me / my fingers ] . ❜ ❛ you make the prettiest sounds . ❜ ❛ say please . ❜ ❛ i want to make this last . ❜ ❛ look at me . ❜ ❛ i’m yours , only yours - ❜ ❛ yeah , just like that - ❜ ❛ i’ve barely even started . ❜ ❛ i need you . ❜ ❛ god , shut up and fuck me already ! ❜ ❛ god , yes , [ name ] , don’t stop . ❜ ❛ you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this . ❜ ❛ who gets to touch you like this ? ❜ ❛ come for me . ❜ ❛ ah , ah - don’t touch . ❜ ❛ brace your hands on the wall . ❜ ❛ could you come like this ? ❜ ❛ please , let me come - ❜ ❛ god , you’re beautiful - ❜ ❛ i’ve been waiting for this all night . ❜ ❛ you’re such a tease . ❜ ❛ take these off . ❜ ❛ i want to feel your [ mouth / fingers ] . ❜ ❛ do you have any idea how good you taste ? ❜ ❛ tell me what you want . ❜ ❛ we shouldn’t - ah , we shouldn’t be doing this . ❜ ❛ faster , [ name ] , i need more . ❜ ❛ is this good ? ❜ ❛ keep your eyes open . ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to find out what else you can do . ❜ ❛ you don’t have to be so gentle . ❜ ❛ i want to hear you beg . ❜ ❛ can i take this off ? ❜ ❛ please , please , please - ❜ ❛ you’re doing so well for me . ❜ ❛ please touch me . ❜ ❛ keep reading , i want to see how long you last . ❜ ❛ i’ll buy you another one . ❜ ❛ say my name . louder . ❜ ❛ i can’t wait any longer . ❜ ❛ you feel so good . ❜ ❛ you’re going to leave a mark - ❜ ❛ touch yourself for me . ❜ ❛ do you deserve it ? ❜ ❛ did i say you could come ? ❜ ❛ i’m so close - ❜ ❛ they’re going to catch us - ❜ ❛ i want you right here . ❜ ❛ we have to be quiet . ❜
→ ACTIONS .
❛ pin . to restrain my muse’s hands during intimacy . ❛ mirror . to have sex with my muse in front of a mirror . ❛ deny . to deny my muse an orgasm . ❛ distance . to have [ phone / video ] sex with my muse . ❛ playlist . to have sex with my muse while music is playing . ❛ paw . to fondle my muse’s [ chest / ass ] . ❛ wall . to pin my muse against a wall . ❛ table . to hoist my muse onto a [ table / counter ] . ❛ clothed . to make my muse come while fully dressed . ❛ finger . to finger my muse . ❛ oral . to give my muse oral . ❛ fervent . to have sex with my muse after a fight . ❛ distraction . to rile my muse up during a film . ❛ mark . to leave marks on my muse [ optional : specify where ] . ❛ tie . to use restraints on my muse during intimacy . ❛ throat . to choke my muse during intimacy . ❛ sparring . for sparring to turn into sex . ❛ toys . to use toys [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ] on my muse . ❛ imagery . to send my muse a risque photo . ❛ drag . to pull my muse closer by a piece of clothing . ❛ tear . to tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ shower . to have sex with my muse in the [ shower / bath ] . ❛ sneaky . to sneak away from a gathering to have sex with my muse . ❛ beg . to make my muse beg . ❛ carnal . to [ scratch / bite ] my muse during intimacy . ❛ preoccupied . to rile my muse up as they [ read / work ] . ❛ jealous . to purposefully make my muse react possessively . ❛ dare . to have sex with my muse based off a dare . ❛ read . to re-enact something from a [ book / show / porn ] with my muse . ❛ collapse . to break a bed during sex with my muse . ❛ caught . to get caught with my muse during sex .
#what actually happened
Zoey Deutch
@greenelight sent : he loves him. even after everything they've been through, that has never once wavered & while he should hate him for it, he never could, even when he was angry & hurt by his actions. as mason moves to enter his apt building, which sam so graciously walked him home to, he instead decides to gently step on his tiptoes to give the writer a peck on the cheek, a gesture of thanks & perhaps one of hope. "chin up, buttercup," he whispers with a smile. "things will get better for you. i know they will."
samuel has to keep his hands in his pockets in order to stop himself from trying to reach for mason’s as they walk. it still feels so strange to him, to spend all this time together just as friends after all their years of history - both the good and the bad. not that he doesn’t enjoy being friends with mason, because of course he does. they’ve always had chemistry, naturally, but more than that, they’ve always enjoyed each other’s personalities on a deeper level than that. it’s a beautiful and tragic truth, that they had fallen apart anyway, that they could see each other that clearly and it still all fell to shit. because of samuel, chiefly, which is a fact he knows, a fact that he’s loathe to say haunts him sometimes, when he thinks of what could have been if he’d just managed to get his shit together in time. but he’d taken too long, just as he takes too long with everything in his life. ( often, it feels like he’s trying to walk through a lake of molasses, unable to move more quickly and yet working against some impossible deadline that he’s only set for himself. )
when they reach the door, he turns to the other man, smiling a little, trying not to look at all as pained as he feels. he has no right to such aching after everything and he knows that, but that doesn’t stop it creeping in during times like these. maybe they’d simply missed their moment. and samuel knows better than to ask for it back now. the fact that mason is even willing to spend time with him at this point should be enough - is enough - and sam is certain he can be satisfied with whatever it is the other man is willing to give. ( yearning aside, he is lucky enough that mason is in his life at all, after everything. ) in a way, sam is quite certain he’s made himself unlovable through the years and it leads him to wonder if he ever truly deserved what he had, with the necessary conclusion being that he hadn’t. but here he stands anyway, offering the best of himself for however little of that he has left and asking himself how good the best of him ever was to begin with.
the kiss leaves him blinking, however innocent it is, and his eyes turn to mason. to reciprocate would be to cross a line ; to initiate more would perhaps put an end to their already tenuous friendship. it is better to accept with grace any whisper of affection he can, knowing his opportunities might wane eventually. he firms his smile, nodding once, although he does not reach to touch the other man. ( best not to push ; if this is all there is, if this is all there can be, then samuel will take it. ) ❛ don’t you worry about me, darling, ❜ he answers softly. ❛ I’ll be all right. ❜ he nods toward the door to the apartment building, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. ❛ now, go on ; pretty sure it’s past both our bedtimes. ❜
