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Movies I watched this Week #88

Glorious summer on the Côte d'Azur: La Piscine (The Swimming Pool), a 1969 psychological thriller, starring Alain Delon, Romy Schneider, and a very young Jane Birkin. A throwback to Delon’s breakthrough role as Tom Ripley in ‘Purple Noon’ 10 years earlier, where he also kills his same best friend Maurice Ronet in the Riviera’s sexy waters. First watch.

I loved Luca Guadagnino’s 2016 remake of this ‘A Bigger Splash’, with Dakota Johnson in the Jane Birkin role, but I find this original even more wistful and ambiguous. 7/10. (Photo Above).

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The Burglars, a 1971 crime noir starring Jean-Paul Belmondo. The genial opening scene with score by Ennio Morricone, and the initial part of a meticulous jewellery heist were very promising, but the movie quickly turn ridiculous. 60′s aesthetics of long car chases in Athens were not enough to offset the unfortunate story. The American version, where all the French and Italian spoke in Engrish, was jarring.

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First watch: Carl Theodor Dreyer’s 1924 Michael, an early gay cinema classic. An unscrupulous young model exploits the love of his older benefactor, artist Benjamin Christensen. If it were to be remade today, Michael will surely be played by Timothée Chalamet.

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The Wild Pear Tree (2018) my 4th masterpiece by Turkish director Nuri Bilge Ceylan, by now one of my all time favorite authors. Stunningly beautiful story about a young aspiring novelist who returns to his impoverished village. Highly recommended - 8/10.

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I haven’t seen too many ballet movies, and even fewer films about transsexuals, but the Cannes-winner Belgian film Girl (2018) is the best of the lot in my mind. It’s an incredible story of a 15-year-old trans girl who pushes herself too hard to become a professional ballerina, while at the same time undergoing gender reassignment. Brilliant on every level, with one truly-shocking scene at the end. There was some push back at the androgynous male actor who played the young girl, but it was a very difficult role, and he deserved all the accolades he received. 9/10

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2 by (new to me) Derek Cianfrance (who later wrote ‘Sound of Metal’) - both starring Ryan Gosling:

🍿 Sins are passed down through the generations from fathers to sons in the tragic, gripping story The place beyond the pines. It starts when laconic bad boy Gosling, who works as a Wall of Death stunt rider carnie, discovers that he has a 1-year-old son with a former fling. The story goes from there in various unexpected directions, and I don’t want to give out any spoilers, as this movie should be seen ‘cold’.

Star-studded, emotionally-charged and challenging narrative - The surprise discovery of the week!

🍿 In his sad Blue Valentine, hopelessly romantic Ryan Gosling falls for Michelle Williams, and after a life together as a family, they drift apart. Subtle, beautiful and heartbreaking. It also had some innovative end credits.

(All I have left of his is the period piece ‘The Light Between Oceans’, which received generally bad reviews).

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What do you get when you combine Erik Satie and Japanese soft-core from the ‘Roman Porno’ period of the 1970′s? Aroused by Gymnopedies (2016), a strange meta-film about film-making a-la ‘Boogie Nights’. It tells of a has-been art director with insatiable sexual apatite (and a comatose wife) who reaches a dead end in his career, financial and personal life, and now has to resort to directing very cheap porn flicks. While at the same time many young women around him still desire him and are willing to do anything for him. A depressing black comedy. 4/10.

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Another womanizing arthouse director struggling with his behavior toward his female fans is Right Now, Wrong Then, my 9th by Hong Sang-soo. It’s brilliantly divided into two equal halves. The first part is similar to his other films: A famous “Director” meets the pretty Kim Min-hee by chance in a temple, invites her for coffee, then to Soju, and in the course of a day and night tries to seduce her by getting them both drunk. It doesn’t go well, and truthfully, that regular Sang-soo story line is getting banal and tiring, like a standard Woody Allen plot. But then, the whole first hour repeats itself from the beginning, a-la-Groundhog Day, and this time, he's honest with her, and their feelings for each other turn genuine and bittersweet. 7/10.

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I was looking forward to see the original Marcel the Shell with Shoes On, but actually did not enjoy it as much as I should have. Yes, it was cutesy, and going for the heartwarming, clever touch, but the one-trick gimmick would have been better if it stayed a much shorter piece. It went self-referential 'meta’ too quickly. 🍿

Ingrid Bergman X 2:

🍿 George Cukor’s 1944’s Gaslight, the film from which the phrase 'gaslighting’ was derived. A cruel and duplicitous husband isolates and psychologically tortures his young wife by manipulating her to question her reality. An unpleasant and ugly story of misogyny and domestic abuse. Part of the 1940′s cycle of 'Don't Trust Your Husband' films. Also, the film debut of 17-year-old Angela Lansbury.

🍿 Ingrid Bergman’s last role in Ingmar Bergman’s last film (not television productions), Autumn Sonata. The tortured relationship between self-centered world-famous pianist and her unloved, neglected daughter is hard to re-watch. The affected story was acted like a stage play and Ingrid Bergman looked as if she was still playing Golda Meir. The dubbing of the acting into English was a criminal act - This process should be illegal, and punishable by castration!

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Two men emerge from the sea onto the beach carrying a large wooden wardrobe with a mirror on its front in Roman Polański’s 1958 short silent film Two Men and a Wardrobe. 25-year-young Polanski himself plays (again!) one of the thugs.

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“Money is like Christ. It blesses you if you share it. Money enlightens those who use it to open the flower of the world and damn those that glorify it.”

Because I found Jodorowsky's The Dance of Reality (2013) so extraordinary last week, I had to watch it again. It still scores 10/10 in my book. The element of ‘Heart’ appears in it again and again, but what does it mean?

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Tim Robinson X 2:

🍿 Laughing again with the absurd sketch comedy I Think You Should Leave. The humor is different, embarrassingly weird, awkward and sophomore: People behave badly, like a person who farts in a crowded elevator, and then blame it on others. The only immature running theme is scatological, and even though he is obsessed with ‘shit’, he keep calling them instead ‘mud pies’ and farts.

🍿 So I checked out his previous Comedy Central series, Detroiters, which he created together with buddy Sam Richardson (whom I will always remember as the TSA agent in ‘We’re The Millers’). It’s a combination of stupid ‘Mad Men’ in Detroit with the bromance of ‘Dumb and Dumber’. Same cringe-worthy toilet-obsessed humor as his later show, but more structured and less polished. 4/10.

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The only bad injuns... Don Siegel’s western Flaming Star, considered today as one of Elvis Presley 'better’ Hollywood movie. Elvis plays a biracial hero, half-white and half-Kiowa-Indian, in a tragic story about race and prejudices of 1950s America.

Wikipedia Fun Fact: The Andy Warhol silkscreens made of the Elvis publicity shots from the movie generated $380 million dollars (!) when they were sold.

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...They say i'm crazy, just a little bit out of whack, cuz they always like to act like me, now they call me a maniac...

The 1980 comedy Stir Crazy starts with a lovely song, sung by the lovable Gene Wilder, but quickly turns into an outdated, unfunny prison break yarn with a paper-thin plot. At least, Sidney Poitier who directed it, became the first black actor to earn a million dollars for a single film for it. 2/10.

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Know thy enemy: 2,000 Mules is an election-denial agitprop piece about the 2020 ‘ballot harvesting‘, made on the cheap by convicted felon and conspiracy theorist Dinesh D'Souza. As I remove myself more and more from following American politics, this was a little look back to see what I am missing: Grift masked as political discourse. Terrible on every level. 1/10.

Don’t kink-shame: I also watched Leni Riefenstahl’s propaganda spectacle ‘Triumph des Willens', to learn what the Nazis were seeing, when Hitler consolidated his power.

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(My complete movie list is here)

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“I’ve taken a life, but never shared a life.” - A Comprehensive Review of Sophie Lark’s Serial Killer Romance Novel, There Are No Saints

Content Warning: Abuse, sexual assault, murder, domestic violence, self-harm Spoiler Alert for There Are No Saints by Sophie Lark

“Well. Looks like I’m into serial killer romances now. So that’s brand new information. In my defense, sociopaths should not be this attractive.” writes Larissa, giving Sophie Lark’s romance novel There Are No Saints a five-star review on Goodreads. When typing in “serial killer romance” into Google, you’re greeted with listicles titled “Serial Killer Love Stories” and “5 Horrific Serial Killer Romance Books (Psychopath Love Story)”. Lark’s story is one of hundreds being mass-produced for Amazon’s Netflix-esque book subscription service, Kindle Unlimited.

Something that should be said about this novel before the full review: this book is not intended to be ‘good.’ L. Brown, who gave No Saints 4/5 stars on Amazon, says “Just please read the synopsis and content warnings before jumping in. And don’t take it too seriously while you’re reading it. It’s for the best”. This is the nature of these ‘trashy’ romance novels. They are known to be mediocre but incredibly attractive because they are filled to the brim with sexy characters and fantastical smut. This quality designation does not absolve them of criticism, though. But any ‘negative’ aspects books like these can have tend to fall into the rug-sweeping ‘taboo’ category. Toxic relationship? Taboo. Poorly written characters? Also, apparently, taboo. Any piece of criticism these novels receive fade into the background, as loving readers clamor to say, “If it’s not your cup of tea, don’t read it!”

Smut, as a category, is sexually explicit content. Content that could border on assault (or just plain be assault), consensual sex, passionate moments. The more absurd, the better. Quality falls wayside, predictably, as written porn comes to life. What this does to the culture surrounding these romance novels is conjure an immense aura of shame. Women are sly about reading their ‘smutty’ books. Those who do not want to purchase a Kindle (thus discretion), can get books from smut authors who market their novels as having “innocent covers” compared to the traditionally more lewd ones, ex. half-naked men, buff werewolves, women in the throes of passion, etc. While all being romantic in nature, these books boast strong female characters and caring male love interests. Never mind that she is pregnant, homeless, kidnapped, sick. He is a Mafia boss, a professor, a dragon, her step-brother. The core of all of these stories is love and heart, marketed in a very sharp package. Sometimes, though, the package is opened, and the only thing left inside is blood.

There Are No Saints fits perfectly into this ‘smutty’ romance genre. The book details a serial killer obsessing over an up-and-coming artist. The killer, Cole Blackwell (no relation to Edward Cullen or Jacob Black from the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer, though Cole is regularly described as very pale and is compared, multiple times, to Dracula), is a famous artist from an old, rich, San Franciscan family. He has no loved ones, emotions, or redeeming qualities. Mara Eldritch (Lark loves a symbolic last name) is a young starving artist, desperate for studio space and traumatized (in a sexy way) by her abusive past. Any other characters in the books are useless, serving only as placeholders for cheap plot points (abusive parents to explain trauma away, best friends being murdered for sexy thrill, etc.).

Romance author Sophie Lark opens No Saints, confessing, in her dedication, “Writing this book was intense therapy for me, dredging up some deep hurts from a long time ago”. Therapy can look like a lot of things for different people - for Lark it looks like a heartfelt statement followed by a book drenched in dubious consent, assault, murder, and abuse. There is no additional satirical or critical layer. If Lark was trying to make commentary about women having to endure in the face of abusive men, she missed that mark entirely and ended up playing directly into it. It’s an unfortunate result to an interesting concept. Instead of Mara being independent and daring, she has meaningless calls-to-actions that ultimately get snuffed out by the man she apparently is trying to rebel against. It’s a lesson in futility marketed as feminism.

There are No Saints begins in Cole’s point of view (the novel alternates between his and Mara’s), while he is gloomily presiding over an art show, wherein his serial killer rival is also showcasing a piece. His enemy is named Alastor Shaw (possible reference to the chief torturer demon in the hit CW show Supernatural, knowing Lark), an older, uglier man who has been in not only an art battle, but a killing battle, with Cole, for an indeterminate amount of time. The difference between the Good serial killer (Cole) and the Bad serial killer (Shaw) is that Shaw kills women. That’s it. There Are No Saints does not contain a “killer-of-killers” redeemable love interest. Cole kills 14 innocent men, but no women, “I don’t kill women, typically, This is not out of any petty moral constraint. It’s just too fucking easy”.

Enter Mara into the gallery. Described by Cole as “a nobody” wearing “a loose white shift dress” with “battered Docs [that] look older than she is”, she is immediately identified by Cole as an anonymous girl that is dirty and small. Someone bumps into Mara, spilling wine all over her dress. She runs to the bathroom, Cole thinking she’s trying to wash the stains out of her dress, but this “nobody” returns, doing “quite the opposite: she’s tie-dyed the entire thing”. This quick Project-Runaway-style turnaround is what Lark attempted to do with Mara’s character for the entire novel: be quirky in the face of destruction.

Throughout No Saints, Mara is repeatedly described to be unique. She wears overalls with nothing underneath, she reads Dracula (highlighting only topical quotes for Cole to read when he breaks into her house later), she listens to EDM. She has an abusive mother, no money, and shit luck. These novels, with their unfortunate protagonists, all possess negative traits that are never accompanied by negative qualities. They want a romance with all of the edge but none of the grit. Mara has “never known what it would be like to swipe a card without wondering if the balance would clear” but has “never starved yet”. She’s down on her luck, but God, not starving-down, that would be unbecoming.

Female protagonists in dark romance novels tend to be either 1) demure, quiet, and inexperienced, or 2) snarky, haughty, and whorish. Either way, their character arc always peaks at becoming as ‘dark’ or ‘twisted’ as their male love interest. Their subsidiary personality traits, like being kind or witty, act as seasoning to their congealment into their boyfriend.

As far as how Mara is interpreted by readers as a character, some, like Ayman’s five-star review of No Saints on Goodreads, regard Mara as: “…so admirable, strong, and will put this psycho in his place when needed. she isn’t the “i can change him” type or the super submissive type that would make me say “stand up girl”. cole does that all on his own. she literally makes him feel regret for the first time for some shit he pulled. and if there’s one thing i’m gonna eat up, is a woman bringing wreaking chaos on a very organized man UNAPOLOGETICALLY!!! the shear revenge she pulls…she’s the puppeteer and he’s the puppet!”

While other people, like Lori, with their one-star rating, disagree, “A sexually aggressive heroine does not a strong heroine make”.

The collision of these characters, Cole, Shaw, and Mara, happens after the gallery showing. After smoking some weed in the alley with one of her friends, Mara is struck on the back of the head and wakes in the trunk of a moving vehicle. Lark then spends a lengthy paragraph detailing the duct tape, bag, zip-ties, and rope used to gag and bind Mara. She gives the readers all the gory details of the kidnapping, details you’d hear on Forensic Files, TikTok compilations, all the warnings women are given about strange men. How to break out of zip-ties, how to find the emergency pull-tab in the trunk (“WHERE’S THE FUCKING LATCH!” wonders Mara), what cuts duct tape. Mara inventories her trauma exactly how someone who likes true crime would want to hear about it.

After drafting this Criminal Minds script in her head, the trunk Mara is in, flings open, “It’s only when the cold air hits my flesh that I realize I’m naked – or at least, partly naked”. How, in this detailed description of her current state, did she not realize she’s naked? The answer is obvious: it wouldn’t be sexy. Mara is dumped in an alley way by a mysterious man. He dressed her in a skimpy BDSM outfit and ‘stripper heels’. Every trauma Mara goes through in No Saints either makes her even more resilient or, just hotter. Before leaving her to die, the man pierces her nipples and slits her wrists. The chapter ends.

Back to Cole, walking home from the gallery and wondering if he’s going to be caught for his most recent kill (he isn’t, the whole situation is forgotten immediately because there has to be room for sexy moments). He stumbles upon Mara, gagged, and bound, and immediately understands her presence in ‘his territory’ as a message from Shaw, “I don’t kill on impulse. I prepare my location. And I never lose control. He hopes I’ll break all three rules”. Ignoring the fact that those three rules are all fundamentally the same, character-wise, Mara becomes a question mark for Cole, “I’ve never killed a woman. I assumed I would at some point, but not some skinny girl, and not in some frenzy of fucking and stabbing like that ghoul Shaw”.

This is where our love birds get introduced. Cole, standing stoically above bleeding Mara, while she whimpers for help, and he thinks of killing her. This is where character development happens, right? This is the moment where we see Cole start his redemption towards Mara? –“I take one last glance at the girl’s beautifully tortured body. Then I step over her and carry on my way”. No. Cole leaves Mara to die. Thus is their meet-cute.

Mara, through sheer power of will (“I’m not dying here. I’m not fucking doing it.”), gets up and survives this murder attempt by Shaw. The rest of No Saints is Cole and Mara orbiting each other, him growing more possessive over someone he thought he watched die, and Mara just needing money and a place to make art. They are, not subtlety, given the Hades and Persephone motif, though Cole expresses his distaste for such obvious reference in the first chapter, insulting a sculpture that has “all the symbolism hitting you over the head”.

As the plot continues, Cole inevitably does something murder-y, like threaten to kill someone Mara has sex with. She does this as revenge, Cole knows, because he puts a camera in her art studio and Mara purposefully has sex with someone else on a giant canvas (that she later hangs in Cole’s office) while making direct eye contact with the security camera the whole time. Cole threatens to kill someone who slapped Mara’s ass (bar is on the ground, as he is already a serial killer), and Mara, throughout, all but gasps and stares.

Lark attempts, again and again, to define Mara’s character. Unfortunately, those definitions tended to be mutually exclusive. For instance, at an art show that Cole demanded Mara wear something specific at (which she rebelled from, saying “Well fuck him, I pick out my own clothes.”), they have an intimate moment after Cole manages to get Mara’s painting sold. She finds herself suddenly attracted to the man that left her for dead, saying “I wanted death. I wanted HIM” (Lark loves using capital letters in place of description). Mara offers a sexual favor to Cole, internally thinking “This is the deal with the devil. He owns me. He controls me”. Then, a mere four sentences later, tells him “I wanted to fuck you. But you don’t own me, Cole. And you never will”. Lark makes it hard to ignore inconsistency in character, especially when it happens on the same page.

Mara and Cole’s relationship can be crudely defined by a phrase Mara tells herself while in one of her many painful contemplations of Cole: “Rage isn’t the same thing as ‘caring’”. Cole is violent, disrespectful, and cruel. He compares having sex with her as being “strapp[ed] into an electric chair”. His redemption comes from the misery he spares Mara from, though it was him putting her in it in the first place. Cole dares to admire the strength Mara has to overcome her trauma, like a predator playing with his meal. Even outside of their interactions with each other, Cole is disrespectful - Mara tells him about when her dad died, saying “I loved my father, the day I lost him was the worst day of my life”. Cole, ever the loving partner, responds with a smile, “The worst day so far”.

Cole, like Mara, is a very contradictory character. Not in a anti-hero, grey-morality-type way. Cole doesn’t make sense in a poorly-written way. His violent profession is emphasized in the beginning of No Saints and used only as a spunky character trait for the rest of the novel. His serial killing distills down into him just being a violent and broken man. Something attractive and fixable. He later starts developing feelings for Mara, “Mara warps who I am. But in the moment, when I’m with her…I like it. I see things I never saw before. I see things, Hell, I even taste things differently”. Mara, just being her, poor, inconsistent self, is curing this man’s murderous instincts. Cole, as someone who didn’t ever kill women, doesn’t make sense to have this redemption arc. Mara is not hard for him, she’s just new. If Shaw fell in love with her and resisted killing her, that would be character development. Cole has not grown, nor has his serial killing done anything for the plot but be shock value. In fact, the mention of the 14 people he killed is rare, and he doesn’t kill again after he meets Mara. He’s never caught, either: “Getting away with murder is pretty fucking easy. Only 63 percent of homicides are solved under the best of circumstances—and that includes the cases where the idiot criminal is literally holding the smoking gun. There are precious few genius detectives, despite what network television would have you believe. I’ve killed fourteen people and I’ve yet to receive a single knock on my door.”

If Cole’s violent crimes are the equivalent to a day job in how they impact his life and intimidate Mara (both meaning, not at all). It brings up the very important question of: why is Cole a serial killer in the first place?

Back in the beginning of No Saints, we see Alastor Shaw make a pass at some young girls at the gallery showing. Cole, watching, thinks to himself, “Alastor’s need disgusts me. He’s such a cliché of himself. College co-eds, for fucks sake.” Cole goes out of his way to snidely mock Shaw, whispering under his breath, “You and Bundy”. This reference to a real-life killer makes the true-crime loving audience that will inevitably devour No Saints feel included – as seen in RenegadeWoman’s five-star review of No Saints on Amazon, “I have never read a book so psychologically dark – except about Ted Bundy”. But what true, narcissistic, sociopath cares about other killers? Especially long dead ones? Lark makes her characters just culturally literate enough for the readers to sit up and go “OMG! I know that reference!”

There Are No Saints is a part of the growing “violent criminal romance” subgenre, something consequential to the recent hyper-popularization of true crime content. Especially on the social media platform TikTok, where it is hard to parse out the difference between fake crime and true crime, and the fans of both tend to be one in the same. So, lines between crime and romance, fact, and fiction, are destined to blur.

Mikayla Raquel, reviewing There Are No Saints on Amazon, says: “what is it about serial unaliver smut that is just sending me into a tizzy lately!! Cole is yummy yummy yummm…now i want a psycho artist unaliver control freak to rent the house across from me and watch my every move and become obsessed with me…and be really rich and sexy LMAO.”

The phrase “unalive” comes from users trying to circumvent TikTok’s rigorous yet unpredictable explicit content tagging system, so “murder/killing/suicide” has transformed into “unalive”. The presence of the word here, in an Amazon review that does not scan for such verbiage, indicates the origin of this person’s exposure to There Are No Saints: BookTok.

“Dark romance”, as a genre, is very popular on ‘BookTok’ (the term coined for the reading community on TikTok), hijacking recommendation lists and Goodreads charts. Most dark romance stories bank on the fact that these readers will be so caught up in the subversion of classic romance tropes that they will not notice the decreasing quality of the writing. It’s a lot of “look at how bad this man is treating this woman, BUT he is also nice to her a few times”. The disparity between these two concepts: abuse, and subsequent love, is what drives the popularity of these novels. They bank on the idea of “he’s an asshole to everyone but me” , while the audience don’t realize the relationship they’re reading about is going far deeper than domestic violence.

Redemption arcs in dark romance novels seem to have no limits. When talking of heterosexual romance, the man can keep the woman locked in a cage (Birdie’s Biker, Misty Walker) or even stalk and sexually assault her (Haunting Adeline, H.D. Carlton). It does not matter, as the man is redeemable, even when he says he’s not. His irredeemability is a character flaw, not an actual plot point. These men are regularly painted as satanic creatures with one soft spot: their woman they abuse. This broadcasts a dangerous message: if a man protects you, he is allowed to hurt you.

Cole does just this, regularly hurting and seducing Mara. The climax of the novel is a sexually explicit scene where Mara, during intercourse, reveals to Cole that she was sexually abused as a child. Cole uses this experience to re-train Mara, even as she says “No, wait!” Her abuse becomes sexual fodder for Cole to manipulate. Though, it works, as afterwards, she “sob[s] again, this time from pleasure and relief”. Thus, Mara and Cole come to a close.

There Are No Saints is, at its core, an unconventional love story. It’s certainly not the best thing ever written, but it sure is entertaining. Mara summarizes the reading experience best, “I’d rather be dead than bored. And heaven sounds pretty fucking boring”. ■

★★☆☆☆

#we'll see how this fucking goes #book review #sophie lark #there are no saints #dark romance #booktok #review

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Glamorous Nights: Sparkle in Your Sexy Nightwear Choices

As the night unfolds, why settle for the ordinary when you can indulge in the extraordinary? Glamorous Nights invites you to embrace the magic of sparkle and shine in your sexy nightwear choices. Let the allure of sequins, shimmering fabrics, and luxurious embellishments transport you to a realm of opulence and glamour. Join us on a journey where bedtime becomes a dazzling affair, and every night is an opportunity to shine.

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Conclusion:

Glamorous Nights beckon with the promise of sparkle, shine, and opulence in your sexy nightwear choices. Whether you opt for sequins, metallic fabrics, crystal embellishments, or shimmering satin, let your bedtime attire transport you to a world of luxury and allure. Embrace the magic of glamorous nights, where every sleep becomes a dazzling experience, and bedtime becomes an opportunity to shine.

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Part 2: Note "Musik an David"

White Fence & Ty Segall - Time

Dear Meadow - Sleepy Silver Door

Aguaturbia - Heartbreaker

Rollo Weissensee & Blend - Pastis Duval

Shabjeed & Al Nather - Mtak Mtak

Arca - Arca (komplettes Album, ich revidiere meine Entscheidung zu Best Album und wähle dieses :) arca hat unter anderem das fka twigs Album mit produziert)

Shygirl - Freak

Coucou Chloe - Flip U

Sevdaliza- Oh My God

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The Lord Lightning

Charlie Parker & Dizzy Gillespie - Bloomdido

Vladimir Dubyshkin - Lady of the Night

Chopin - Mazurka

Erik Satie - Gnossienne

Brutalismus 3000 - Pentagramm

Ariel Pink - Not enough violence

DIIV - Under the sun

Aleide - 123

Alvvays - Plimsoll Punks

Amnesia Scanner - AS Too Wrong

Arigto & Nicolas Savva - Fragile Resistence of of Falling silent

Bauhaus - Bella Lugosi‘s Dead

Beach House - Space Song

Best Coast - Boyfriend

BETWEEN FRIENDS - affection

Big Thief - Shark Smile

binki- wiggle

Birthday Party - Nick the Stripper

Bonjr - it‘s ok, you‘re ok

BRONCHO - China

Chilly Gonzales - Lana Del Rey Medley

CHLOBOCOP - 999 (oder Narcotics)

Dream Wife - Sports!

The Emotions - Blind Alley

The Exploited - Sex & Violence

The Friends of Distinction - And I Love Him

Fugazi- Waiting Room

The Garden - Clench to Stay Awake

Gary Numan - Trois Gymnopedies

Arvo Pärt - Tabula Rasa: I. Ludus

Grouper - Dragging a Deer up the hill

The Hails - Sugar

HYUKOH - Wanli

IDLES - I‘m scum

Jagwar Ma - Howlin

Japanese Telecom - Cigarette Lighter

The Jesus and Mary Chain - Just Like Honey

John Maus - ... And the Rain

Julien Andreas - Lethal Hardcore 3

Juniore - Magnifique

La Goony Chonga - Dimension

Lebanon Hanover - Gallow Dance

Unaloon - Codependency

Lime Cordiale - Screw Loose

Low - In the Drugs

The Marias - Only in my Dreams

Mystique Braves - To Myself

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - As I Sat by her side

Papooz - Ann Wants to Dance

The Pink Slips - Sweet Talker

Psychic TV - The Orchids

Ragamuffs - Used to Be

Remi Wolf - You‘re A Dog

Rui Ho - Theia Impact

Ryo Fukui - Early Summer

Salami Rose Joe Louis - I Miss You So

SALES - Chinese New Year

Shamir - On My Own

ShitKid - Highway

Shuggie Oties - Aht Uh Mi Head

Siouxsie & The Banshees - Arabian Knights

The Sister Of Mercy - Never Land

The Skellywags - Don‘t Preach Me

Skeggs- Spring Has Sprung

Slaves - The Hunter

Still Woozy - Wolfcat

Tigers Jaw - The Sun

Tom Hengst - Click Block

TV Girl - Birds Don‘t Sing

Vacations - Days

Veruca Salt - Seether

Yves Tumour - ALLES ICH LIEBE SEINE MUSIK

Zola Jesus - Skin

Swans - A little God in my hands

13th Floor Elevator - You‘re Gonna Miss Me

Future Beat Alliance - Hippocampus

Aïsha Devi - Mazda

A.A.L. - Alucinao

Pan Daijing - Disease

Astrid Gnosis - Drop Dead

Textasy - Deja Vu Bass (oder Touch My Level aus SoundCloud)

Sidiki Diabaté - Choisie

Parcels - Tied Up Right Now

Clinic - The Equalizer

Claire Lafutt - Mojo

Sexy Sushi - Sex Appeal

Clara Lucini - La grenade

Abra - Roses

Kris Wu - Tian Di

Cerrone - Supernature

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dirtdecays · 1 year

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back on my erik satie shit, yeah im sexy so what

#txt

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burnieblanders · 2 years

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The boys react to the fact that mc never wears a bra♡

Lucy- attempts to force her to wear them. Fails miserably. Shell wear one just for him to see tho♡ he folds and doesnt bring it up again lol

Mam- gets flustered and jealous, but also loves seein it so he doesnt argue with a good thing

Levi- gets flustered and stares too long with no subtlety but doesnt say anything

Saty- says nothing but loves to sneak plenty of glances, maybe hell make a snarky comment to deflect away from how much it turns him on

Asmo- puts pretty, lacy and sexy ones on her just for photos and sexy looks...like...a bra with a suit coat and dress pants and pointy pumps....thats the only time she'll wear a bra for longer than an hour lmao

Beel- loves it. Says nothing

Belph- loves it but is a dick about it lol, makes the old, "cold in here?" Comment when he sees the nip... he also tries to flick them

Dia- loves it. Says nothing lol

(When handing out t shirts for events he purposely gives her too small of a size, keepin tight shirts on those tits♡)

Barb- loves it. says nothing

Simy- tells her she should probably wear one but shes like nah honey and he never brings it up again lol

Sol- "jeez its always so chilly around solomon, its like hes a ghost" he be subtly castin cold breeze spells so them nipples are ALWAYS hard honey lpfbdldhfldsbtlkjksjks😂😂😂

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #honestly if u dont agree id love to see other peoples opinions :3 #fem reader #obey me female mc #female pronouns #she/her pronouns

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sexysaty · 3 years

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Odborníci Z Vogue, Harper’s Bizarre A Marie Claire ...

Módní Trendy 2020: Nosit Se Budou Vestičky, Puntíky I Bílé ...

To znamen, e pokud je deklarovan cena zbo 100 eur, nezaplatte 100-19 = 81 eur. A 100/ 1,19 = 84 eur. Ke kontrole ve 84 eur (skuten cena zbo) by mlo bt pidno 19% (da). Zskejte tyt 100 eur na nkup korku v Nmecku pro obyvatele Evropsk unie. Produkty svtov proslul dtsk vrobce.

Automatick odpoet dan. Platba ruskmi kartami Visa a MasterCard. Dal 3% sleva pi platb PayPal. Celosvtov doruen sttnmi potovnmi slubami. Dodvka do Ruska - 40 eur, hmotnost balen do 20 kg. Pi hmotnosti vce ne 20 kg je mon rozdrtit na nkolik stop. Komunikace se zkaznickou podporou - v nmin nebo anglitin.

Velk vbr kork slavnch nmeckch znaek, psluenstv, autosedaky. Vtina vrobk je vyrobena na zakzku, take nkup je douc, aby se pedem. Monost platby ruskou kartou (Visa nebo Mastercard) nebo Paypal. Snadn navigace na webu. Pi objednvce odet DPH DPH. Doruen do Ruska - spolenost DHL mail. Nklady na doruen do Ruska - 70 eur za balek.

Do Ruska jsou standardn rozdleny dv sti). Termny jsou splnny, manaei okamit upozorn na ekac dobu zbo. 3% sleva professional nov registrovan zkaznky. Pravideln ve vech obchodech jsou promo akce. Registrovan zkaznci mohou pijmat pozvnky na akce a slevov kupny. Doufme, e jste obdreli odpov na otzku - kde si objednat korek z Nmecka.

Módní Trendy Pro Pány Na Jaro A Léto ...

Jednou z nejnutnjch vc je korek. Pirozenou touhou rodi je dt dtti to nejlep. Nkup korek od nmeckho vrobce, mete si bt jisti, e vc je dobr, protoe nmet vrobci jsou znm spolehlivost a kvalitou svch vrobk. Nmeck dtsk korky pat k nejkvalitnjm na svt, protoe spluj vechny contemporary poadavky.

Jsou zde napklad letn a zimn korky. Samozejm to nen nejlevnj produkt a pi objednvce z Nmecka budete muset zaplatit za dodvku a bude to trvat 2-3 tdny. Nicmn, vechny tyto detaily mohou bt st povaovny za vznamn nevhody, protoe vsledn produkt m vynikajc kvalitu, me bt pouvn po uritou dobu.

Jedna z nejdanjch je verze pro novorozence. Nov narozen dt je velmi dleit pohodl bhem spnku a nmeck vrobce to v. Proto tm vechny firmy kolbaj pohodln a zdarma. Mnoh spolenosti ho in odnmatelnm a poskytuj pleitost ke koupi oddlen p jednotky. Bude to stejn znaka s kolbkou, carbon monoxide znamen, e bude dokonale odpovdat stylu rozhodnut. Mt takov korek, matka neme jen chodit s dttem, ale tak vzt jej s nm pro nakupovn a jin podnikn. Jsou poadovny korky professional dvojata. Mete najt produkty v rznch stylech, v diskrtnch a jasnch barvch, ale budou mt spolehliv podvozek, co je obzvlt dleit v takovchto provedench. Vrobky jsou pomrn velk, ale snadno ovladateln, maj dostatenou manvrovatelnost.

V nich dti sed jeden po druhm. Chodc jednotka me bt instalovna ve smru jzdy a otoena o 180 stup. Nmet vrobci vnovali pozornost univerzlnm korkm nebo transformtorm. S pomoc jednoduchch manipulac se kolbka zmn na korek. Produkty jsou funkn a praktick, maj dobr systm kol, perfektn se pohybuj na vech silnicch.

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V Nmecku, mnoho vrobc invalidnch vozk, vtina z nich je znma nejen ve sv zemi, ale i ve svt. FD-Design m velmi vysok hodnocen. Zaujm vedouc postaven, protoe neustle pracuje na zlepovn vrobk, do vroby se zavdj nejnovj technologie. Vechny vrobky jsou testovny na kvalitu a bezpenost, take spolenost opakovan zskala mezinrodn ocenn.

Vechny modely jsou snadno ovladateln, vynikajc absorpci otes. Produkty jsou stylov a krsn, nicmn existuje nkolik konzervativnch barev. Dal dvryhodnou znakou je Teutonia. Vechny jeho vrobky jsou certifikovny a kontrolovny z hlediska ochrany ivotnho prosted. Hlavn vc je pe o pohodl a zdrav dt: vrobky maj vysok stupe ochrany proti ultrafialovmu zen.

Teutonia tak pouv materily etrn k ivotnmu prosted professional vrobu a vyrb rzn typy invalidnch vozk a jejich pravy. Je zde napklad monost vbru pohodlnho podvozku, kolbky a vychzkov jednotky. Sadu pltnky, pltnku na nohch, spojky na ruce, ko na nkup a s proti komrm se aplikuje na kor. Pro kad model je navc k dispozici dal psluenstv.

Nemn populrn znaka ABC Layout. Tento vrobce vyrb modely se temi a tymi koly, kter jsou velmi pohodln a praktick. Do invalidnch vozk pevn kliky, velmi pohodln pro dlan. Krom toho jsou modely vybaveny velkmi kufry, maj rzn barvy a zajmav style. Dra znaka je Concord, kter v procesu vroby produkt pouv inovativn een.

#sexy saty

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highlyillogical · 5 years

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I decided to try and get back into the composing thing by tinkering with my theory assignment and I came up with something really really nice like how is music so pretty

#it's using the octatonic scale #in the style of satie #so obviously it's already a sexy piece of music #god I love composing #lauren talks shit

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sufjanoflove · 2 years

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To Know Him Is To Love Him

Featuring: Nanami Kento x reader!

Synopsis: Falling for one another on the train

Warning: I didn’t proofread bc I’m just too lazy lol! 💗💗💗

About the song: I was listening to this song, repeatedly, while writing this so I needed to put it on here for you lovely readers xoxo

Entering the train, I had no idea what I was doing. Is it even called a train? A subway? Metro? I’m not sure, all I knew was that I was very lost. Keeping my composure, I enter the silver machine that is called whatever I want to call it, and find a seat.

Except, there were none. I got into the train 30 seconds before it was going to leave, obviously no seats were going to be left. I walk the isles as my favorite classical piece plays in my headphones, calming me down before I panicked. I always was too dumb to think things through, why hadn’t I arrived earlier? It’d have been easier that way, but I guess my mind was thinking of other things.

Like the fact that I randomly took a vacation in February from my teaching job, just one week would suffice. My kindergartner’s would understand, right? I needed a break, so I left abruptly on a Sunday morning, and went straight to France. But I saw some tickets for Vienna that were really cheap so I took my chance. France was good for the first three days, but I wanted to enjoy my trip even more.

Now, I was just wishing someone stabbed me to death so I didn’t have to endure this embarrassment. At last, I found an empty seat and sat. It wasn’t long ‘till I realized there was a book, reading glasses and a briefcase in the seat facing me. I know, I know, I should’ve left but there were no other seats! It was either be embarrassed by everyone in here or be awkward around one person. Maybe it’ll be a nice girl, become friends with her. Or an old man, since the glasses looked vintage alongside the briefcase. I had no other choice but to stay.

I opened my book, Murderer’s prefer Blondes, and left my headphones to shuffle through my classical playlist. I needed to calm down and Erik Satie did its justice. Only for like 2 minutes before someone sat in front of me. I decided to act mysterious, try to be cool and never looked up. I stared nonchalantly at my book, pretending to read.

“Good book?” It was a man’s voice, a very sexy one. It was smooth, and very pleasurable to the ears. I wanted to hear more of it, so I decided to be nice and respond.

“It’s amazing.” I looked up and he simply stared at me, smiled to my answer. Wow this man was handsome. My realization of my singleness punched me in the face just by staring at his handsomeness.

It was quiet for a moment, so I took out my headphones to hear the noises of the train and other peoples chattering.

He looked out the window before I spoke.

“Is it a bother that I sat here?”

“No, none at all. Why would you think so?”

“I always assume,” Shrugging, “I was just scared you were some pretentious businessman.” He chuckled before looking at his stuff.

“The briefcase does that for some.” He looks back at his stuff again, “I mean I am, kind of, a businessman.”

“Oo and what is a businessman doing in the countryside of France?”

“Running away from my problems.” He smiles, “and what would a young lady be doing here as well.”

“Far from young, I’m 25.”

“You’re young.”

“How old are you?” I ask

“Old.” He stated.

“Come on” I say, raising an eyebrow.

“27.” He chuckled, me laughing alongside him. 25 to him was young but 27 was old? I know it was a joke. It wasn’t funny but he’s cute so I had to laugh.

“I like your laugh,” he says, “it’s soft, like honey to my ears.” He complimented my fake laugh.. I should fake laugh more often. Pause- what if he was making fun of my fake laugh? I only fake laughed because of his joke.. This is why you’re single, oh my gosh!

Blushing, I hit his knee softly.

Swiftly, he caught my wrist, continuing, “I’m serious. It’s beautiful.” I tilt my head, smiling at him. His face was still serious but broken softly with a slight smile. I briefly analyzed his features, taking in everything like his eyebrows, his beautiful nose, and his soft lips. Those lips are so pretty, I wish I coul-

I shake my head, laughing at myself before looking back at him.

“It’s funny, I said the same thing not even a moment ago, just to myself.”

“Hm, I guess we both enjoy each others voices.”

“Guess so.” Coincidentally, it got quiet. We both stopped talking but stayed admiring each others faces. After a moment, he says

“You never answered my question.”

I gave him a confused look, “What would a pretty lady be doing in the middle of nowhere, in France?”

He leaned back into his seat, looking me in the eye. Seizing the moment, I began to ramble on and on about how awful my life is, how tired I am but how the little babies I get to see each day make up for it. How Europe seemed so beautiful on all of the films I watch, how I needed a breath of fresh air. To just enjoy life and it’s beauty, taking my start in Europe like every other American.

In the whole conversation, we both began to understand eachother and the reasons why we both were on a train, speeding through Europe. He spoke so little but his words painted thousands and thousands of pictures.

After what felt like forever, we stopped. Well the train did causing us to stop talking, and we realized it was because we arrived to his destination.

“We talked for three hours.” I stretched, looking at everyone leaving. He stayed seating, looking down. Why isn’t he leaving? He’s going to his stop.

“Hey, before you leave,” I leaned forward, forcing eye contact, “I’m Y/n.”

“I’m Nanami.” He looks up without looking towards me and out the window, a sense of stress washed over him. I could tell because my kindergartner’s would do the same as they’d debate whether or not to ask me about something. Was he going to ask me something? He’s 27, not 5 shut up.

“Come with me, y/n.” I choked on the Diet Coke I was drinking and covered my mouth. My reaction was not valid, not only did I overreact but I embarrassed myself. He didn’t ask you to marry him, not even to fuck him, yet I think ‘hey, maybe it’s a good idea to spit out your drink and have it dripping all over your lips’

Such an ingénue.

Nanami hands over a handkerchief, of course he has one, and I dab my mouth onto it.

“You want to kidnap me, Nanami?” I smile, as he puts his hands up shaking his head.

“Have you ever seen ‘Taken’? I’m not about to be sold. I know martial arts, mister. Try me.” I fold his handkerchief, and keep it on my lap.

“Look, I work a 9-5 every single day, coming home to an empty apartment, on an empty stomach with a migraine thinking my life isn’t worth it. Our long conversation proved to me that life is short and shouldn’t be spent on being stressed all the time. It should be spent on doing things for the thrill of it.” He looks at me, with his carved face. Staring at me, intensely, similar to a statue in a museum. Ooh a museum sounds nice, I need to remember to see one here.

“Now answer me, honestly, would you like to come with me?”

“No.” I reply, his face drops almost instantly.

Why would I word my answer like that? GOSH YOU’RE SO IDIOTIC YOU PROBABLY BROKE THIS MANS HEART BY WORDING IT THAT WAY??>! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!

He immediately reaches for his stuff but I grab his arm. “You should come with me.” The blonde man’s face responded with a cocktail of confusion and shock.

I grin, heart racing whether or not to ask him the same question.

“I’m just too excited for my trip to Vienna, i was in France for way too long already. The least you could do for me is come to my destination and I’ll hang out with you there.”

He ponders for a moment, a lady making an announcement that the train will depart soon. “Okay.” Nanami softly says, “I’m okay with that idea.” I sat next to him as he lifts a hand to brush my hair out of my face.

Kind of awkward because I reached up to push the same hair away and we bumped hands.

Laughing, we began to talk about the adventures that await us for the day.

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therealvinelle · 2 years

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Why don't you wanna talk about Hellsing(OVA)? I really MUST recommend Eiserne's "Satis". It's delightful

Because I regret watching it (@theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin told me it was bad, but I had just seen the anime and foolishly thought, 'well if it's affiliated with the Hellsing anime it can't possibly be that bad!', and boldly went) because it was bad. I had to play so much sudoku and liveblog to the Muffin to get through that thing. These days she needs only say "Hellsing OVA" and I'll start with guttural moaning.

Just... the vampire chips were caused by nazi robots, Alucard's greatest power is to dress like a sexy nurse and then dissolve into sludge, Anderson turns into a tree and Alucard throws a hissy fit over it, our trusty English butler Walter goes darkside and becomes a young and sexy bad boy, and did I mention the nazi robots?

And that was only the end of the anime. My suffering began in the pilot episode, where Alucard asks Seras Victoria if she's a virgin.

I also think the art style, the voice acting, and the dialogue was a solid step down in quality in the OVA as opposed to what we had in the anime. Why show us that Alucard is a good character when we can have characters wax poetic about it? At length? As in, entire speeches that just keep going? And then keep going some more? In case anyone thinks I'm exaggerating. There was a lot of this.

Thanks for the fic rec, but... the OVA scarred me man.

#hellsing ova #anti hellsing ova #hellsing #anti hellsing

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SO I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT THIS IN BED AT 4 AM ABOUT suna , kags , Miya twins , Kita, Tendou , sakusa , And ushi bear WHEN THEY REACHED HOME AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK THEN THEY SEE THEIR S/ O DANCING TO SOME REALLY VIBY SONGS FROM TIK TOK LIKE AND WEARING THEIR SWEATER That LOOKS RLY BIG ON THEM and they FALL IN LOVE AGAIN BUT LIKE CAN IT ENDS WITH NSFW ? . IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH 🥺 because I can’t write for shit AND LIKE YOU ARE ONE OF FAV WRITERS SO 🥺👉👈 ILY SO MUCH ❤️❤️ SATY SAFEE 🥰

Ahh 8 characters, that sure is a lot- can't make them too long though, hope this is okay for you!! I LOVE THEM ALL- AMAZING CHOICE AGAIN!!

Uhm, ngl, I only know the haikyuu tiktok dance, so... that's all about my tiktok knowledge, and well- I'm gonna try to make them as different as I can, if some of you want to send me some viby songs, I'll add them to the fics!!

ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE WRITERS- LET ME WIPE AWAY MY TEARS BEFORE I WRITE OMG-

LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!!

And you write so well-

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Suna x Reader, Kageyama x Reader, Atsumu x Reader, Osamu x Reader, Kita x Reader, Tendou x Reader, Sakusa x Reader, Ushijima x Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW

Words: 2 k

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Suna

His sweater was laying on the table- so tempting while you were waiting for him

You just pull it over and sit on a chair in the kitchen while you wait for him to come home

He took a long time though, and you got bored and played on your phone

You quickly find a song on Tiktok that was really catchy, and couldn't stop but to sing along the lines, and drum with your fingers on the table

At some point you couldn't hold back and start to dance along- like why is this so catchy?!

When he came home, he quietly walks to the kitchen, and freezes for a second when he sees you dancing in his sweater

Just sits down and watches you under heavy eyelids

How could you look so sexy in his sweater?

You turn around with a teasing swing of your hips and you freeze when you saw him

He looks at you with an impenetrable expression

“Why don't you keep on dancing for me? I was just enjoying the show.”

You blush, but weren't brave enough to do it

Suna notices quickly, and nods to his lap

You hesitantly take place on it, and his hands gently rub over your sides

“If you don't want to show me how good you can dance, why don't you show me what's under my sweater?”

Kageyama

You knew he could be late- he was always so fired up when it came to volleyball

When you got bored while waiting for your boyfriend, so you decided to pull on one of his sweaters and make some photos to send him- maybe that would make him hurry

You only finished step one, until you got distracted by a Tiktok notification-

You couldn't resist and danced along to the new song, while enjoying the feeling of the soft material on your skin

When Kageyama finally came home, he only saw your back, and he quickly noticed that you wore his sweater

Your small body with his oversized sweater had something vulnerable and adorable

And it only added fuel to his imagination: What was under it? Did you even wear something under it?

He couldn't resist in getting closer and hugging you from behind

“Isn't that a bit too big for you?” Kageyama's voice interrupted your hums

“That's- That's yours,” you stutter with red cheeks

He looks at you through slightly widened eyes, and when you give him a small apologizing smile, he felt like his heart could burst any second

Gently lifts up your chin, and looks into your eyes before he kisses you

You clung your arms around his shoulders, and his sweater lifts up → enough for his hands to grab your hips softly

But his grip got tighter, when you moaned into the kiss and bit his lip

“Y/n.” he seemed a bit out of breath

“You can have all of my sweaters.”

Atsumu

You slept at his place and couldn't find your clothes, so you just took one of his sweaters and made dinner while you were waiting for him

You dance along to the song that played through your phone speakers- that goddamn Tiktok song that you couldn't get out of your head

He came home and saw you wearing his sweater while dancing→ smug smile on his lips

When he saw how you wore nothing under it while you danced, his heart skipped a beat- your bare legs, and the way your breasts contoured through the oversized sweater were too tempting for him

“Y/n.”

Came to you with big steps, while you turn around with widened eyes

Just lifts you up and presses you against the next wall, ignoring your surprised shrieks

His lips greedily search for yours, and you moan loudly when his tongue finds yours

His hips grind against yours, and you can feel that he was enjoying this a whole lot

“Don't you want dinner?”

“'m gonna take my dessert first.”

And when his fingers rub on your wet panties his smug smile just gets wider

“And seems like it's ready.”

Osamu

This song

You just couldn't get that song out of your head

You loudly sing along and non-stop dance to it in an endless loop, while wearing his sweater, that was more or less too big for you

It just smelled so good- like food, like his aftershave, like him- you needed to pull it over when you missed him

That's how he found you

Watching you with a raised brow, and every time you leaned forward, he saw how his big sweater on your body lifted to show him your underwear

He felt a wave of affection, but also a sudden urge to touch the space between his sweater and your panties

You looked so adorable and sexy at the same time

You actions got more and more provocative, until he couldn't hold back, but to take a few steps in your direction and put his arms around your waist

You shriek, and he places a kiss to your neck, while his hands make their way under his sweater

“Ya missed me, huh?”

His soft voice made you blush, and you turn around to kiss him, while his hands move from your bare hips to your chest

He slightly pulls back, when he notices that you're not wearing a bra

Watches you for a short second, and then just lifts you up and he carries you to the bedroom

“Need to give ya something to remember now.”

Kita

He would soon be home- he was always in time, it was just impossible for him to be late

His sweater looked so comfortable and soft laying on the couch, so you just felt like wearing it

You subconsciously hum a melody, and when you notice that it's that Tiktok song, you stood up and started to dance to get the song out of your head

You were too focused on the dance to notice that he came home

Kita was tired, but when he saw you he immediately felt awake

His eyes observe all of your movements, and follow each step

Until you almost bump into him

You gasp when you see him and stand still under his observant eyes

“Is that mine?” his voice was as calm as ever, he didn't seem bothered, only curious

“It just reminded me of you.” you blush under his intense gaze

He pulls you closer to his body with a slight smile

“And now it will remind me of you.”

His lips catch yours and his hands roam over your back, and make their way to the hem of your panties under his sweater

When you make an attempt to pull the sweater over your body, his eyes send you a warning gaze and you stop

“Leave it on.”

You wouldn't dare to talk back

Tendou

His sweater looks so big

That's what you think when you see it on the ground

You curiously tried it on, while some music came in through the window

The long sleeves end on your fingertips, and you can't help but to swing your arms around and hum the melody that was now stuck in your head and dance along to it

You didn't even notice him coming home, you had no idea how long he watched you

Tendou didn't know either, how long he watched the way his sweater flung around your body- it made his heart beat faster

The way the sleeves were just too long for your arms and how happily you smiled was just too cute, and he got lost in thoughts- and some of them involved you without the sweater- and without any clothes at all

At some point, he couldn't wait any longer

“Oh? Seems like someone missed me.”

His voice was suddenly right next to your ear, and before you could reflexively try to push him back, his hands already gripped your wrists, while he presses a kiss to your cheek with a smile

“It's me.”

You relax, but his grip doesn't get weaker

“Lesson from a blocker: never let your guard down.”

He kisses you and his other hand makes its way down on his sweater

“I didn't see it coming that you would look like so cute in my sweater. Let me show you, what I do, when people surprise me.”

Sakusa

You were just about to do the laundry, when you saw his sweater, and his smell came into your nose

You just pull it on while you made the housework- you didn't mind that it was not freshly washed- it smelled like him, and you liked it

When your playlist played your favorite Tiktok song, you couldn't resist in dancing along

He came home, the sound of his steps swallowed by the music, and when he saw you dancing a quick smile made the way to his lips

His eyes were glued to the sweater, and he looked at you with mixed feelings- he knew it was dirty, but you looked so small and adorable in it-

You were so small compared to him, and that made his blood rush faster through his body

What should he do?

He turned off the music, and you turn around in surprise, only to face him right before you

“That's mine.” his eyes pierce yours

“Yes.” you bit your lip

“You shouldn't wear it. I didn't wash it.”

“I don't mind.”

He looks a bit bothered though, and his hands quickly pull on the hem of the sweater, and in the next second you stand in front of him, with only your panties on

His eyes shortly widen, and his gaze wanders around your naked body

You shiver in the cold air, and try to cover your body with your arms, but his hands quickly grab your wrists, and he has a hungry look in his eyes

“If you don't mind wearing the dirty sweater, I'm sure you don't mind me doing dirty things to you.”

Ushijima

It was cold

So you naturally just pulled on your boyfriends sweater

It was just so huge and comfy, you loved the feeling of sinking into his clothes- it almost felt like his strong arms were around you

While scrolling through your phone, you saw a video with a catchy song, and you sing the song along loudly while dancing→ that's why you didn't notice when he came back

He didn't want to ruin the moment, so he only watched your back with a smile and patiently waited for you to notice him

The second he saw how small you looked in his sweater, his eyes slightly narrow though, and his jaw shortly clenches – this was not only adorable, but also alluring

When you turn around and see him, you freeze for a second, and you silently look at each other

You feel the blush in your cheeks, and open your mouth to say something, but just close it again without any words coming out

He quickly takes a few steps towards you, and wordlessly lifts you up

You take a sharp breath, and quickly pull your arms around his shoulders

When you feel his erection on your body, you just kiss his cheeks and softly bit on his neck, while he effortlessly carries you to the bedroom with his muscular arms

Ushijima throws you into the bed with a grunt and was quickly hovering over you

You gasp when you see how hard he was

His sweater would not be the only thing that would make you feel small tonight

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