#keeping quiet

[howifeltabouthim]

A groan rose from deep in her beleaguered soul, but she didn't let it loose.

Olivia Dade, from All the Feels

[apoemaday]

Keeping Quiet

by Robert Bly

A friend of mine says that every war Is some violence in childhood coming closer. Those whoppings in the shed weren’t a joke. On the whole, it didn’t turn out well.

This has been going on for thousands Of years! It doesn’t change. Something Happened to me, and I can’t tell Anyone, so it will happen to you.

[tenth-sentence]

And Shasta said nothing in answer, because he couldn't think of anything to say that would not be dangerous.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and His Boy" - C. S. Lewis

[rabbit-light]

Keeping Quiet

Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let's not speak in any language; let's stop for a second, and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would not look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire, victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused with total inactivity.

Life is what it is about...

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death.

Now I'll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go.

Pablo Neruda

[observeratthesidelines]

[sub-danny]

Ok so I imagine Ernst being relatively quiet during sex, especially compared to others, like mostly panting & soft lil groans, it picks up to moans when he cums or is overstimulated or if the sex is rough but mostly pretty neighbour friendly. Which suits Schmidt since he’s fairly shy about being the only couple on board (whether they’re public or not).

However, with all the vents throughout the Shepard providing airflow, loud noises travel. Ernst knows this. So the first time his s/o gets touchy feely on board he tells them they need to be quiet.

“Oh, I can be quiet. Can you?”

And he knows he’s about to be tested. They’re going to touch all the places that feel the nicest, they’re going to tease & overstimulate him, they’re gonna ruin him, just for fun, just to test his resolve to keep quiet.

Like Alex, he does everything to keep quiet: sucking on s/o’s fingers, biting into their shoulder, covering his own mouth, biting his lip, shoving his face into pillows, etc. Any sounds he does let out feels all the more deafening.

He encounters anyone the next morning, even if he’s just getting coffee, he can feel his face getting hot, unfortunately especially Volkov, he doesn’t wanna think about if he heard all the little whines & moans he failed to contain last night. S/o, of course, is cheerful as ever. And regrets nothing.

- 🦇 (yes same person, just more of a degenerate)

I had to take a little bit to recover from reading this because oh my gosh 😩✋

I love the crossed-out bit of, 'especially the others' because we all know just how loud some would be in bed, I'm looking at you Andrea. But imagining Ernst's little gasps and pants which you can barely hear over the noise your skin make against each other is just, so goddam hot.

Ernst is one of those guys who try to act like they have all the power when around other people but when it's just the two of you he is a melting mess, so needy for your touch. So the thought of the rest of the crew hearing him, knowing what a sub he actually is, it's mortifying for him. How would Volkov ever listen and respect him again if he knew that?

Testing him though, seeing how much pleasure you can give him while he tries to remain quiet would be marvellous. Seeing how red his face gets trying to hold everything back, the tears that would spill down his eyes as he whimpers from the overstimulation, biting his lip till it bleeds as he tries to keep any groans in.

By the time you are done with him, which let's face it, hours later, he can barely move from his bed, shaking, just laid back and panting as he tries to recover from everything. Even still he tries not to pant too loudly, anxious anyone else might hear him and as you said he avoids everyone's gaze afterwards.

Thank you so much bat anon for sending this in because this made me so 🥵🔥 when reading. It's perfect and so what would happen with sub!Ernst. I'm glad to see you over interacting with this account as well because we are all degenerates here 😅

[star-named-riddle]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hermione and Percy rekindle after Percy has a change of heart in what concerns his family. They rekindling evolves and they decide to keep it a secret, but at the Burrow during Christmas '96? There's simply too many people to escape them all.

Warning for unashamed smut ahead.

"Now, though, all she could think was of the wizard waiting for her upstairs. She had been cold at first, and so put on her grey jumper with an ‘H’, a gift from last year’s, but she was starting to feel rather warm, flustered even. Still, making her path to Percy was going to be a challenge and daydreaming wouldn’t make it any easier. She had successfully sneaked out of the room without waking up any of the two other witches there. Next, she had to make her way from this floor to the second. The thing was, Bill and the twins also slept of the second floor, and she had no wish to stumble on any of them. Not to mention Remus, who was also at the Burrow, in Bill and Charlie’s room, though Charlie hadn’t come home for Christmas. She was thoughtfully choosing the places where to step on the staircase when a loud series of banging noises startled the soul out of her, making her sit down on a step, steading her heart.

Her knuckles turned white as her hands clutched the edge of the step. It turned out not everyone was asleep yet, for she could hear one of the twins, George she thought, open the bedroom door and climb the stairs, telling Ron to shut the ghoul up on his way to the attic. Ron replied something she couldn’t understand, and then Mrs. Weasley’s voice ordered them all to be quiet and go back to bed. Hermione sat there, nearly praying, hoping that none of them would think to come downstairs. Her heart thudded against her ribs, and her lungs had a hard time filling up with air. She muttered a couple of spells not to be noticed, just in case."