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Don’t know how to sit, don’t know how to stand. We love this absolute train wreck of a man. *hear hear*
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roughasabriar · 1 year
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dark 2x05 ‘vom suchen und finden’ (opening scene)  || 1899 1x07 ‘the storm’ (opening scene)
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matressofwire · 9 months
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She heard her brother’s voice in her head. "It takes imagination to credit you with having a soul in the first place, Malfoy."
happy belated bday, ali
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bullet-prooflove · 7 months
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Reputation - Donovan Rocker x Reader (NSFW)
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Tagging: @oliviah-25 @luckyladycreator2 @crazy4chickennuggets @one-sweet-gubler @janeaustenlover @victoriajhyde @telepathay @genius2050 @irishavengersassemble @crimeshowjunkie
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Rocker knows you have a reputation. You’re a good girl, one that follows orders with precision, who always play it safe. In the field no one has to worry about you, you’re solid and dedicated, loyal to a fault. You haven’t got a rebellious bone in your body, at least that’s what they thought.  
They didn’t know you the way he did. They haven’t seen that reckless side of you, the one that comes out to play in the depths of the night, they didn’t know you’re secret.
Rocker discovered it by accident. He’d been listless after the divorce, instead of hitting the same old places he wanted something fresh. That’s how he’d come across Noche, a club known for its ambience and music scene. It wasn’t like the other clubs in L.A with the booming beats that makes your skull throb, it’s dark, a hole in the wall shrouded in mystery and the perfect place for him to disappear for an hour or two.
He’d been on his way home after having a couple of beers with Stevens when he heard the serenade of a violin. He wasn’t into classical pieces but the music he was hearing was an entanglement of soft rock, something more his speed. The notes tapered over the drums, touching something deep down inside of him. He was enthralled by it, ensnared. He found himself seated at the bar, another beer in his hand, his attention drawn to the stage. His gaze came to fall on the violinist, head cradled against the instrument, and it was like he had been struck by lightning.
He knew it was you, he would know your stance, your movement, your posture anywhere. You wore a black sheer Victorian style top, with a high collar and long sleeves with a lace bralette underneath. It accentuated your body, showcasing the lines of your form as you swayed in time to the music. The leather trousers clung to your lower body as your hips swung from side to side. It was the first time he’d seen you with your hair down, normally you wore it in a plait or a tight bun but tonight it was gloriously loose. He wondered what it would feel like to run his hands through it, to kiss you on the mouth and smear that red lipstick you wore. Your eyes, always so expressive were framed with dark eyeliner, making you look just as dangerous as he knew you were.
You up on that stage right now, was the sexiest thing damn thing he had ever seen.
The way you played, it was dynamic and passionate. A sensual experience and he couldn’t tear himself away. He had no idea what you did after work, you played your cards close to your chest but he had never expected anything like this. He’d always had an affinity for the darker side of things, his marriage to Val had been pretty vanilla. The two of them had been college sweethearts but there were things he’d wanted to try, things he knew didn’t fit into her puritan view of sex.
He doesn’t realise you’ve noticed him until you appear alongside of him at the bar. Your set is over and he’s been toying with the idea of approaching you or simply slipping out when your hip bumps against his. The sultry scent of your perfume clings to your skin and it just adds to the allure.
“I didn’t think you saw me.” He says to you as you tilt you head towards him.
“You’re a striking man.” You inform him, taking a sip of your water.
He blushes, he can’t help it. No one has ever said that to him, Val used to call him her prince, it reminded of something out of Disney. The way those words roll off your lips, especially the term striking, it does something to him. He isn’t used to this side of you but he likes it.
“You wanna get out of here?” he ventures.
You smile, before tossing your hair back over your shoulder and giving him a look that makes him weak in the knees.
“Are you hitting on me Sergeant?” You ask him.
“How about we drop the titles for tonight?” He requests, setting his beer bottle down on the bar.
That reputation you have as a good girl, it completely goes out of the window. You ruin him that night, with an inquisitive mouth and fingertips that trail over his scars as your thighs hug his hips. You keep him on the cusp, drawing out his ecstasy until his fists grip the sheets and he begs you to let him come.
Not until I do, you had whispered in his ear.
Fuck he’d never had a woman straddle his face before, it was something he had always wanted to try but Val had never been into it, but you…
He had lost his mind when he got his mouth on you, you tasted like candied honey on his tongue, he’d taken you apart slowly, learning what you liked, what made you say his name. You liked it when his tongue delved deep, his palms grasping your thighs to hold you in place. When you climaxed, he didn’t want to stop, he sucks your clit before pinning you against his mouth and ruining you all over again. When he makes you come for a third time, he’s deep inside of you, his fingers threading through your hair as he grips it in his fist and pulls your head back so he can stare into your eyes. There’s intimacy in the eye contact and he watches your face, your lips parting as he makes you say his name.
The next morning, he wakes up alone, tangled up in his sheets with your lipstick marks decorating his skin. He sees you in work and it’s like it never happened, like he doesn’t know you sound like at the height of pleasure or how sinful that mouth of yours really is.
That night he turns up at Noche again, he sees you there up on that stage. You are a force to be reckoned with, a wildfire, untamed and untethered as you play, and he drinks it in. There’s an erotism to what you do, and it taps into something deep down inside of him. He’s like a moth to a flame, he can’t stay away, he doesn’t want to. Instead he clings to the nights that he has you, the ones where you’re his and only his.
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manderleyfire · 2 days
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good-bye, lucy gray janeaustenlover, we hardly knew you.
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elcctra · 4 months
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tagged by @falsenote to post my favorite reads of the year 🩵
tagging @beholdingslut @savitris @utenah @janeaustenlover and anyone who wants to do it!
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feydrautha · 4 months
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Rules: Shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag ten people.
I was tagged by @bidonica , thanks! doing this, i noticed i have really spent the last couple of days only listening to audiobooks instead of actual music... losing my grip so early on in the year, smh :/
Most of these come either from character playlists for my OCs or other people's playlists... and the ones that don't are just my pop-pilled preferences
Good Ones - Charli XCX
jealousy, jealousy - Olivia Rodrigo
Kill Bill - SZA
Copa Vacía - Shakira
Bros - RIN
2 die 4 - Addison Rae & Charli XCX
Yuck - Charli XCX
Tout le monde (sauf toi) - Clara Luciani
Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word - Elton John
Definition von Glück - K.I.Z.
tagging @houselennister @alittletoosmarttobestraight @the-lisechen @girlmadeofclockwork @stannisfactions @avunculicides @janeaustenlover @duesternis @edwardashley @thaliatimsh
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golden-hibiscus · 2 months
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Get to know you game! Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better.
Tagged by my dearest @spookyspiderboiii thank youuu!
Last song listened to: Someone Sweet by Jingoro
Currently reading: Slow Horses by Mick Herron
Currently watching: Giving a shot at Hello Tomorrow! finally... The first ep hooked me so much and the retrofuturistic setting is sooo good, love it! Plus the protagonist is really SOMETHING in terms of characterization, I want to study him.
Currently obsessed with: Slow Horses I'd say, I feel like I'm living in Slought House with this band of losers, but ATLA is approaching plus I intend to start Preacher soon and I already feel the black hole that that show is gonna drag me in dear lord 🤧🥲
No pressure tags: @knuspermaul @castiel @queenerestor @aenslem @madeline-kahn @anguilliforme @petr1kov @gagagamagician @janeaustenlover (Sorry to the non mutuals that I feel I'm bothering with this ><)
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lucy-ghoul · 4 months
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tagged by @charlottenewtons to post 9 first watches of the year. thank you <3
(honorable mentions go to: shadow of a doubt, spiderman: across the spiderverse, straight up, columbus, coraline, downfall, and decision to leave.)
tagging @shinsabine, @mircallaruthven, @caffeinosis, @janeaustenlover, @littlelattewanders, @bookwyrrn, @cafeleningrad and anyone else who wants to do this!
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izasilvablog · 2 years
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My heart is, and always will be, yours.
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When Jane Austen wrote, 'There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.' and when
Nietzsche said, ' It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.'
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roughasabriar · 4 months
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i was tagged by @janeaustenlover as a joke but HA!, here i am, posting my favorite reads of 2023.
tagging @vittacorle, @matressofwire and @villetteulogy (if they want it! ❤️)
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vittacorle · 3 months
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JOSEPH COTTEN and TERESA WRIGHT in 'The Steel Trap' (1952), directed by Andrew L. Stone
– We've never been separated. That's the way we planned it before we married. And I still feel the same way about it. Even more so, I guess. – Do you? – I want you with me always.
for janeaustenlover
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matressofwire · 1 year
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his leather hand felt like a belt, i craved it // father, don't you see i'm burning? // that's what a father is — a blade that never stops cutting
for @janeaustenlover​
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bullet-prooflove · 1 year
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Lemon Trees - Benny Miller x Reader (NSFW)
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Tagging: @aaronhtchnrs @mysoulisasunflower @xoxabs88xox @daniacat @itspdameronthings @kabloswrld @whoreforhondo @crazy4chickennuggets @janeaustenlover @justreblogginfics
When Benny dreams of you, it’s always in the lemon groves in Tuscany. The two of you had taken a trip last year, spent time in a tiny villa on the outskirts of the region. He remembers the scent acutely, he breathes it in, and it floods the pleasure points in his brain. It takes him back to that afternoon, the one where you’d packed up a picnic and headed out into the grove. He remembers you in that white sundress, walking barefoot in the grass. You looked ethereal in those moments, hair falling across your features, that fabric clinging to your form.
He remembers the quietness, the sense of serenity he felt as he lay there in the shade, drinking a bottle of Arezzo from the local brewery.  He remembers the taste of it on your lips as he kissed you, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek as he looks you in the eyes and tells you he’s in love with you, that he’s always been in love with you.
He fucks you in that lemon grove, under the shade from the Tuscan sun. His palms roaming under the hem of that summer dress, fingertips hooking on the slender band of your panties before he draws them down your legs. He kisses you like it’s the first time and the last time. You’re too good for him. He knows that and he’s waiting for the day you figure it out too. It’s been three years and he still loves you like every day is his last.
When you call out his name, it’s like a prayer, a sensual expression of emotion and he adores it. He reveres that sound, the way your nails scrape over the nape of his neck, threading through his hair, the tightening of your thighs around his hips as he draws out your climax with a smile.
It’s these thoughts that keep him warm up in the Andes. It’s those cherished memories that keep him going despite the fact, it’s wet and he’s freezing, his brother is injured and they're lugging around more money than they can carry between them all. The paper in those bags is going to help him build the future you deserve, it’s going to buy the two of you a lemon grove in Tuscany, it’s going to help Benny fulfil the life he wants with you. It’s going to help him build a future.
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manderleyfire · 1 year
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Yes, me too. Agree with your opinion here
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/janeaustenlover/709323056788701184
I think in the end of the day, producer knows what are they doing. Personally I haven't seen WSS, so I can't comment of RZ acting. But I saw some episode of Tom in Billy The Kid, and he's kind of good there.
Any comment on Dr Gaul's casting?
'kind of good' sounds promising!
nothing in particular?? viola is a great actress, i trust her (even tho i always thought of dr gaul as more of a subtle authoritative figure (or at least less visiaully apparent as such) unlike viola who has that vibrant domineering energy about her; but i've no doubt that she's gonna slay the part)
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