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[svkol]

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[svkol]

sokol is the epitome of a russian man out in the winter without a shirt on feeding a bear some of the berries that he's having for a snack.

[svkol]

 hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . - brewed him some chamomile tea with honey

sitting  at  the  table,     his  legs  crossed  beneath.      it's  a  domestic  picture  that  he  hadn't  seen  in  a   long  time.      his  time  in   russia   was  spent  alone,      a  solo  apartment   -   rarely  giving  himself  the  luxury  of  visitors.      if  anyone  got   too  involved   with  his  life  …  they  might  have  figured  out  the  secrets  beneath  the  surface.     it  was   too  risky.    

the  mug  was  placed  in  front  of  him,      steaming  still.        he  picked  it  up  for  a  moment  and  gave  it  a  sniff.      ❝      does  not  smell  like   vodka.     ❞      a  twitch  of  the  lip,     he's  only   teasing   her.      the  hospitality  was  something  that  he  could  come  to  appreciate.   she  didn't   need   to  invite  him  into  the  comfort  of  her  home.      she   chose   to.     granted,     she  may  not  know  the  specifics.      some  might  have  remembered  him  a   famous   hockey  player,        others  a  criminal;     and  then  to  the  rest  …  nothing  at  all.     it  depended  on  what   niche   parts  of  the  world  that  they  paid  attention  to.   

❝      bringing  out  the  tea,     i  must  be  like  …   very   important  visitor,     huh?     ❞     teasing  was  his  avenue  of  lightening  the  air.      he  didn't  want  her  to  be   stiff   around  him;     call  it  his  way  of  flirting. 

[svkol]

❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ( yuno )

her  fingers  gently  removed  any  knots  from  his  short  locks.      the  last  time  he  had  felt   so   soft  a  touch  …     he  couldn't  recall.      spending  his  latest  with  hardened  criminals;   there  wasn't  much  affection  to  go  around.      though,     he  couldn't  say  that  he  expected  something  as  such  to  come  from   her   of  all  people.     she  spent  time  trying  to  pretend  that  she  didn't  enjoy  his  company,      a   poor  attempt   to  keep  him  at  arm's  length.      now,      he  was  lounging  on  the  couch  inside  her  tokyo  apartment.     he'd  never  been  in  this  part  of  the  world;      he  probably  would  have  never  been,      had  it  not  been  for  meeting   jiro.     they  wouldn't  question  where  he  was.     they  were  his  coworkers,     not  his  parents.      he  was  free  to  spend  his  downtime  as  he  pleased.   which  somehow  …  had  ended  him  here. 

❝      today,   i  am  in   -    busy  area.      someone  try  to  push  me,     i  shove  back.     ❞     tilting  his  head  to  the  side,      sergei   tries  to  catch  her  eyes;      though,     not  disturb  her  touch  either.        ❝      he   almost   fall  over.     so,     he  start  saying  shit  in  japan's  language  to  me.      bold  man.     i  say,      заткнись.      then   -     he  turn  tail,     he  run.   like  the  little  kitten.      ❞      it  was   very   brave  to  allow  him  to  handle  his  own  in  a  city.     especially  with  the  explosive  temper  that  he  had  towards  strangers.        more  often  than  not,      he  was   kind.      the  exception  being  when  someone  pushed  his  buttons.     he  couldn't  stand  being   provoked. 

[marichive]

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌

A collection of prompts centered around love & desire, taken from various sources. Adjust gender / pronouns / wording / etc. as needed. Some prompts are highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.

─── 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

❝ It’s nothing, I just . . . I’m glad you’re here. ❞

❝ Could you stay with me? Just for a little while longer? ❞

❝ If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. ❞

❝ I can feel your heart beating in your chest. ❞

❝ Just a kiss. That’s all I ask. ❞

❝ I will always be yours. ❞

❝ You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, ❞

❝ You make me feel safe. ❞

❝ You’ll always have a place here. ❞

❝ I’ve never felt like this before. ❞

❝ I’m afraid of what I feel. But . . . I think just that means it’s something worth feeling. ❞

❝ I have loved you from the moment I first heard my name fall from your lips. ❞

❝ Go back to sleep. I promise I will still be here when you wake. ❞

❝ Nothing and no one can hurt you. Not while I’m here. ❞

❝ I don’t want you in my life. You are my life. ❞

❝ I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to waste another moment I could spend with you. ❞

❝ I want you, just as you are. ❞

❝ You love me. Real, or not real? ❞

❝ I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. ❞

❝ You are, and always have been, my dream. ❞

─── 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

❝ I’ve always wanted you. Only you. ❞

❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞

❝ Don’t you understand? I would do anything for you. ❞

❝ You are my undoing. I cannot tell if you will be my ruin or my salvation, and I’m no longer sure if I care which it will be. ❞

❝ When I look at you, I see something divine. Something holy. ❞

❝ It’s you I want to worship. I will make supplication to your lips and offer my prayers at the altar between your knees. ❞

❝ I was a monster and you made me a man. ❞

❝ For your sake, I am debased. For you alone, I am weak. ❞

❝ I would lay the whole earth at your feet if you asked it of me. The sun, the moon, and all the stars, I would make them yours. ❞

❝ What I feel for you is not gentle, nor meek. It is not beautiful. It wretched, it is dark and depraved with desire. And it is consuming me whole. ❞

❝ Break my heart if you wish, but the pieces will still be yours. ❞

❝ Tell me you do not feel it, and I will name you a liar. ❞

❝ You are far too good for unworthy hands like mine ❞

❝ To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. ❞

❝ I fear if I let you touch me, I will fall apart. ❞

❝ There are certain things we must not want, yet I find myself wanting them nonetheless. ❞

❝ I need you. I need to have you. I need to make you mine. ❞

❝ You ruined me in my heart long before you ever touched my skin. ❞

❝ Must I beg? Must I fall to my knees and plead for the mercy of your touch? ❞

❝ I want it to be my name that you call in the dead of night, my name that rests upon your tongue when your body shivers. Mine alone. ❞

─── 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

❝ I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. ❞

❝ You deserve better than that. ❞

❝ I lie awake at night in restless agony, wishing you were there beside me. ❞

❝ Do you not know how you haunt me? ❞

❝ In my dreams, I am yours. ❞

❝ I am to wed someone else. ❞

❝ Does he make you feel like this? ❞

❝ We both know who you’re truly thinking of when you’re with him. ❞

❝ You taste sweeter than she ever could. ❞

❝ She’s not the one I want. ❞

❝ Just because I know I can’t have you, it doesn't change what I feel for you. ❞

❝ He’s not good for you. ❞

❝ Every time I see you with him it kills me a little more inside. ❞

❝ Let me go. The more we hold on to this, the more it will hurt us both. ❞

❝ This is not allowed of us. We mustn’t – ❞

❝ Put aside your pride and admit that you want me. ❞

❝ Will I only ever be worthy of stolen moments in the shadows? ❞

❝ If he puts his hands on you again, I’ll cut them off. ❞

❝ When I’m with her, I pretend that it’s you. ❞

❝ Does he know? ❞

─── 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬

❝ Say you love me, and I know it will all be okay. ❞

❝ Do you know how long I have waited for this? For the day I could hold you in my arms and call you mine? ❞

❝ I fought for this. For you. ❞

❝ I never stopped loving you. I was only afraid of what you were becoming. ❞

❝ Come back. Even as a shadow. Even as a dream. ❞

❝ To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. ❞

❝ When I desire you a part of me is gone. ❞

❝ Desire doubled is love, and love doubled is madness. ❞

❝ I suppose you do love me, in your way. ❞

❝ Love does not make me gentle or kind. ❞

❝ I desire the things which will destroy me in the end. ❞

❝ There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. ❞

❝ The gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞

❝ I should not have waited so long. I should have kissed you every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞

❝ I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you. Don’t tell me to leave. ❞

❝ Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same. ❞

❝ You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die. But first, we'll live. ❞

❝ My sword is yours. My life is yours. My heart is yours. ❞

❝ We all dream of things we cannot have. ❞

❝ Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ❞

[karolinactually]

[saburaito]

mini hiatus till monday, because @dallaches is over my house !! we will be doing a bunch this weekend & i just don’t have time to dedicate to writing till afterwards. love you all !!!

[svkol]

sokol might be a criminal, he might be on fbi most wanted. but don't be afraid to push him around. he's actually not that dangerous outside of work. his demeanor is very relaxed and he loves playing around. you don't have to walk on eggshells around him, especially not because of his criminal ties.

[svkol]

toxic masculinity can't touch sokol. he's immune.

[quad4xel]

❝ i am currently running out of the eyeliner. if you are getting your shoes on, i will be taking you to get food after i have purchased a new stick of it. ❞

[svkol]

switching  to  their  native  tongue,      a  tilt  of  the  head.     ❝     treating  me  for  shopping?   you  know  i   love   the  mall.      ❞     -     he  could  be  trusted,     not  some  sort  of  petty  thief  these  days.      his  goals  were   larger  than  life,      stealing  menial  items  was  beyond  him.      ❝      we  can  take  our   time.      ❞      fixing  his  shoe  some,      he  stomps  his  foot  down  to  connect  sole  to  foot.      

[mournus]

“You can lean on me if you’re tired. I wouldn't mind.” / leila !

Slow burn meme

Leila's eyes scan the other's many scars on his face. It certainly gave him a masculine and strong look. He was quite tall and handsome, too. Those were the only reasons she didn't immediately slap him and walk away for saying such a thing to her.

"You know what would really make me feel better? Seeing you grovel on your knees. My tiredness would simply melt away. A whole new lease of life."

[svkol]

her  gentle  face  didn't  match  the  words  that  followed.      it  was  not  disappointing.     her  bold  nature  revived  him,      made  him   want   to  please.     playful  laughter  erupted  from  him,      not  at  her     -     at  his  willingness  to  go  along  with  such  a  game.      she  hadn't  turned  him  away,      rather   invited  a  different  dynamic.      he  was  never  opposed  to  changing  the  hands  of  power.     if  she  wanted  to  be  the  one  making  demands,    so  be  it.    

crouching  down  slowly,        his  ocean  eyes  stay  fixed  on  her  face.      ❝      beggars   cannot  be  …  those  that  decide.      is  that  how    saying    goes?      ❞      mixing  up  his  words  in  the  moment,      he  wasn't  ashamed  of  his  poor  social  skills  in  the  tongue  common  to  the  both.      his  right  knee  hit  the  ground  first,      brushing  the  back  of  his  knuckles  against  her  knee.      ❝      relaxation  is  a  blessing,    ❞      cocking  his  head  against  her  thigh.     ❝      can  i   truly   help  you  achieve  it?     ❞

[seven-winged-liar]

go white boy goooo

[seven-winged-liar]

no white boy not like that

[seven-winged-liar]

white boy i've never seen anyone fuck it up like that

[svkol]

"Catch," She's tossing him a bottle of lube. Red latex hugs her every curve, but it's dull. Unprepped. She grins at him. "Ya mind rubbin' me down, sugar? I wanna make sure every inch'a me shines."

catching  the  bottle  between  his  palms,      he  looks  it  over.      ❝     that's   quite   forward  -     ❞   a  laugh  bubbling  out  of  him,      till  she  explains  it's  purpose.        ❝      ah,     so  it's  for  the   -      material.     ❞      sergei   doesn't  know  the  name  of  it;      simply,      that  it's  appealing  on  the  eyes.      the  fabric  hugging  her  curves  tight,      it  was  an  eye  full.    

she  was  giving  him  permission  to   touch.      telling  him  to  make  sure  each  inch  of  the  latex  was  coated  in  a  thin  layer.       squeezing  a  fair  amount  out  onto  his  hands,      he  rubs  it  between  both  hands;     evenly  coating  them.        ❝       everywhere?      ❞      is  asked,      before  he  starts  somewhere   modest.     her  stomach,        pressing  his  hands  against  her  without  force.        he's  gentle  with  his  touch,        not  wanting  to  push  his  luck.      she  didn't  seem  the  type  that  couldn't  handle  a  little   rough  play     -     but  that  wasn't  the  mood.        she  was  searching  for  someone  to   help   her,     not  ruin  her.   

❝      what  do  you  call  this?      it's   shiny,      like   metal.      ❞     his  english  was  failing  him  at  the  best  of  times;      asking  her  with  heavily  accented  tone.      when  it  came  to  his  vocabulary,      he  was  lacking  in  some  respects;      using  it  mainly  for  interacting  with  his  gang.      work  had  found  him  in  strip  clubs  before,      some  of  the  terms  familiar.   though,      this  one  still  stumped  him. 

[svkol]

“you keep stepping closer. are you doing that on purpose?”

her  words  bring  a  grin  to  his  features,      caught  red  -  handed.      ❝      something  wrong  with  me  wanting  to  be  closer?     ❞     another  step,     towards  her  direction.      he's  looking   down   at  her,      their  height  difference  stark  at  such  a  distance.      ❝     pretty  girl,      nice  party.      can  you  blame  me  for  wanting  you  close?     ❞      there  was  small  crowds  all  around  them,      no  one  standing  so  tight  to  one  another  as  them.      he  was  pushing  her  limits,      wanting  to  see  if  she  would  step  back  or  not. 

there  was  music  playing,      the  sound  making  it  difficult  to  hear  one  another.      this  sort  of  atmosphere  wasn't  foreign  to  him,        he  was  comfortable  with  the  noise.     it  made  for  a  distracted  group.       but  ,      he  wasn't  plotting  anything  nefarious  this  time.     he  had  his  eyes   set   on  a  beautiful  blonde.      the  rest  was  history. 

[svkol]

sergei kozak, "sokol" of payday 2 written by jak .

[svkol]

“you’re kinda cute” 👁️

a  dramatic  scoff,    he  pulls  his  hand  to  his  chest.      ❝      kind   of?     ❞     he  shakes  with  laughter  for  a  moment,      his  head  nodding  from  side  to  side.      ❝     i'll  take  whatever  can  get  these  days,      ❞      his  line  of  work  didn't  come  with  many  fans,      not  like  his   old  profession.    after  being  accustomed  to  an  adoring  stadium,      it  was  disappointing  to  play  the  role  of  the  bad  guy.       

❝      you  are   kind  of   cute  yourself,      ❞      he  says,      his  gaze  making  it's  way  to  her  own.      sokol   seldom  gave  out  compliments,      especially  not  where  they  were  not  due.      his   kind  of   was  simply  to  match  her  own  words;      wanting  to  taunt  her  in  return.      her  dark  hair,      framing  her  features;      it  was  something  that  he  could  have  gotten  lost  in.        he  had  never  indulged  himself  in  a  woman  that  had  an  aesthetic  like  her,        but  that  didn't  mean  there  wasn't  a  first  for  everything. 

[lightsideofseoul]

Muse: Tatum Ferndale. Open to: M.

           ❛ No. I’m not changing out of your shirt. I’m comfy. ❜            

[svkol]

stern  with  her  decision,     a  laugh  escapes  him.      ❝      hardly  fits  you,      more   like  a  dress.      ❞      tugging  at  the  bottom  hem,      he  lifts  up  the  shirt  some.      ❝      you  know  this  is   old  hockey  jersey.      how  many  people  would  kill  to  wear  that?      was  famous,   back  in   russia.      ❞