beautiful suffering

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“What did you say?” Ivar inquired as he shifted in the tub. His eyes never leaving you. The blue in his eyes almost gone at just the thought of you being a virgin. “Come here” He commanded softly. Walking to him your knees began to shake. You had always thought Ivar was in his own way beautiful to have suffered all his life to be apart of this world. But you also knew how Viking men are especially the Ragnarsson men.
“Are you ok?” He asked as he looked into your eyes. You nodded in response. The words right there but nothing came out. He began getting out of the tub his body glistening as the beads of water ran off of him. He began drying off as he moved in front of the fireplace. Laying out firs he beckoned you “Join me?”
You voice returned for a moment.
“Please don’t hurt me Ivar I trust you” You have no idea where the words came from but they felt right. He took a deep breath and reached a hand out to you drawing you down to him.
“I can promise I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to.” He said as he pulled you into a kiss. His hand sliding to your lower back to pull you close and the other resting on the side of your neck.
Shivers went down your spine as he deepened the kiss. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you pressed your body to his hard toned muscles. Your hand finds its way to his thick hair scratching his scalp. He almost purrs at the touch. Pulling away he looks at you while holding the side of your face.
“Are you sure Y/N?” He asked softly. You opened your eyes to see his eyes staring deep into your soul. No you weren’t sure but it felt right so surely this was the gods will right? You looked deep into his eyes there was something there you couldn’t look away from. This wouldn’t be a casual affair to him either.
“Yes I’m sure Ivar.” You replied in a whisper. The energy in the room changed. His eyes soaking in every inch of you trying to find doubt. When he found none he captured your lips in a deep soul consuming kiss as he began removing your dress. His hands working quickly leaving no spot untouched. His rough hands gripped your breasts with an unexpected gentleness almost unsure of his self. His eyes never leaving your face watching to be sure you were enjoying it.
You had never been touched in this way it was stirring a fire inside. Your face betraying all emotions you were attempting to hide. His hands slowly start pushing the dress over your hips his hands gliding over the milky soft skin of your stomach before he slides down and begins leaving kisses all down your body starting with your neck. You softly moan as he reaches your breasts taking each one and kissing them softly. He looked up with lust filled eyes to look at you it felt as if he was looking into your very being. Neither of you said a word there was no need. He continued down your body with kisses till he reached your core. He stopped to marvel at your body before burying his face and exploring every nook and cranny. Your whole body arched at his touch. Overwhelming pleasure overtaking your body as he licked and suckled at your nub like it was his life force. You released a guttural moan as your body shook as you had your very first orgasm. His eyes wide as he watched you fall over the edge. A feral look took over his face as he slid up to hover at your entrance. Looking deep into your eyes he slowly slid inside. The pain was not as bad as the stories had told. It was sharp but brief. Pleasure quickly took over as you began to move together as one. Both of your moans began to fill the room. Everything around you faded. You started to feel yourself getting close again. Then it happened galaxies began exploding. Your whole body quaked as you came causing him to also fall over the edge.

I am so sorry it sucks thinking about smut an writing it are two different things especially when I set myself up with a virgin story lol

a list of untranslatable words ☕️

cafuné - brazilian portuguese: the act of running one’s fingers, gently but deeply, through someone else’s hair
積ん読 (tsundoku) - japanese: the act of leaving a book unread after buying it, typically piled up together with other such unread books
木漏れ日 (komorebi) - japanese: sunlight filtering through the trees
mångata - swedish: the roadlike reflection of moonlight on water
verklempt - yiddish: a person who is too emotional to speak
liefdesverdriet - dutch: the heartache caused from an unrequited love and the mental pains one endures; the physical pain of depression
fika - swedish/finnish: gathering together to talk and take a break from everyday routines, usually drinking coffee and eating pastries
幽玄 (yūgen) - japanese: an indescribable sentiment, can only be described as a painful awareness of the mysterious beauty and human suffering
l'esprit de l'escalier - french: the moment one finally thinks of a witty remark, far too late, after the opportunity has passed
kilig - tagalog: the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, usually when something romantic or cute takes place
いるす (irusu) - japanese: pretending to be absent from home when someone is at the door
habseligkeiten - german: personal belongings, small treasures and property, which define our happiness and sentiments
nefelibata - portuguese: cloud walker; name given to the quixotic dreamers, they appear spacey, otherworldly, but intelligent
σοφρωσύνη (sophrosyne) - greek: self-control, balance, wisdom & grace;virtue that follows the aphorisms “nothing in excess” & “know thyself"
hiraeth - welsh: homesickness for a place which never even existed. Connotations of sadness, yearning, profound nostalgia and wistfulness
torpe - tagalog: being too shy to pursue amorous desires
waldeinsamkeit - german: the feeling of being alone in the woods
litost - czech: the humiliated despair we feel when someone accidentally reminds us, trough their accomplishment, of our inadequacies
dustsceawung - old english: contemplation of the fact that dust used to be other things - the walls of a city, a book, a great tree…
duende - spanish: the spirit of evocation; the mysterious power a work of art has to deeply move a person
gattara - italian: a woman, often old and lonely, who devotes herself to stray cats
tоска - russian: a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause, a longing with nothing to long for, nostalgia
φιλότιμο (philotimo) - greek: a complex array of virtues; expressed through acts of generosity & sacrifice w/o expecting anything in return 
gezellig - dutch: abstract sensation of individual well-being that one shares with others;cozy ambience, anything pleasant, homely, friendly

list no.2

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

What I think Beauty and the Beast could’ve benefited from is an epilogue scene, something taking place after the happily-ever-after. Show Belle becoming a teacher or an inventor or something. Yeah, she’s gonna be a princess but she can still have a job, so let’s see her teaching other children to read, like she was doing with that one villager girl, or distributing her laundry invention to the washerwomen. The movie made a lot of how girls in the village are mistreated and left uneducated and that never went anywhere, no-one fixed it. Why not show her fixing it? :(

(There’s other things an epilogue could’ve done too! It could’ve shown Lefou happy with his new boyfriend, and Lumiere and Plumette getting married, and all sorts of fun stuff.)

Honestly if I die you should know that it is because we got Dan with curly hair and Phil in glasses in the same video.



  • My brain thinking about any new BATB retelling: Oh man what if this is the one where they're going to do a twist to the ending or something new and the beast will stay a beast-or a semi beast of sorts?
  • Me: Brain... Look, it's not going to happen let it go-they always do the same thing every single time, you don't need to get your hopes up.
  • Brain: ...
  • Me: Brain. Don't you-
  • Brain: But what if this is the one...