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okay it’s been discussed a million times but I would like to talk AGAIN about the blocking/body language in the 0401 best man scene [wwdits] [long post]
okay first up, we open on nandor drying guillermo’s hair:
this comes directly after nandor jumping into the water after him to save his life with no hesitation. and then THIS. a complete 180 in their dynamic. right out of the gate all of the erosion of boundaries that was paced so gently in season 3 are completely shattered. but look at the body language!! nandor is still very physically distant. he dries guillermo’s hair with the tips of his fingers and then dumps the towel over his head.
next, we get a bouncy, tentative “how are we feeling?” from nandor
this is so funny to me because he’s standing there doing his little nervous hands, hovering close but still maintaining distance.
I’m gonna skip over the little water bit because it covers a lot of the same bases. devotion through acts of service, role reversal, blah blah blah. but I do want to point out that all of nandor’s devotional gestures are functionally useless (hair still wait, water full of god knows what etc.) but they serve literally only to reassure guillermo that they are an on equal(ish) footing.
okay after that we get the “will you be my best man at my wedding” ft this beautiful baby boy facial expression:
and then:
they are standing... so close. guillermo puts himself in nandor’s personal space by standing up on “you’re getting married!!” but then nandor comes into his personal space with a saucy little “dont be jealous”. I couldn’t quite capture nandor’s mirco-expression after guillermo says “I’m not” but it is RIDICULOUS. a split second of bitchy sulky baby that he very quickly covers up.
anyway. HUG DODGE
sure, nandor refusing guillermo’s physical affection is a gag throughout the series. but usually nandor calls it out verbally. this, he just avoids, and then...
straight across the room to give the camera this look. I know it doesn’t look like much here but it is a distinct, sheepish(?) glance to the camera, and then he looks away. he deliberately has his back to guillermo to hide a series of small flickers in his facial expression. [also just really noticing how beautiful his outfit is here *cher voice* can we get a little commotion for the dress?]
and then he reveals his reason for wanting to get married: he’s been lonely. now, I know this has also been a theme through the series, nandor being unlucky in love. but a marriage within the month is a big step. what’s changed? guillermo being absent in his life, that’s what! what’s going to fill the guillermo-shaped hole in his life? oh, a romantic partner! a wife! good thinking, nandor!
the thing is, I don’t think either of them have the will or the words to discuss the massive shift in their dynamic. they are trying frantically to express it, but failing at every turn (this is why the closer they get, the more physical fights they have). but I really, really want to talk about the way their emotional connection manifests in the blocking for this scene:
HELLO! the closeness of the best man declaration with them literally inches apart, followed by the chasm of emotional distance that nandor creates with the absent wife. and its actually guillermo that rounds to the other side of the coffin. I mean, guillermo is very vulnerable in this scene. he’s in nothing but a little robe, and dishevilled and nandor has just saved his life. but this is the only time he seeks protection for himself in the form of a physical barrier between them. (also it being a coffin, and the unfulfilled promise of vampirism that is the true barrier between them).
I know this has all been said a hundred times before. but I rewatched this scene and was struck by how big the emotions are and how they affect both characters physically. also I apologise endlessly for my shitty little screenshots idk how to gif. BUT please go back and rewatch the scene for all of nandor’s heartwrenching microexpressions. there’s one that the camera barely catches when he’s got his back to guillermo and it drives me insane let me see his whole FACE. anyway <3
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dearest amazing author, any potential fanfic updates coming? not trying to pressure at all, just curious! love your work (fanfic and art), make sure you take care!
It's alright to ask; I appreciate you reaching out! Umm, varying levels of progress for the fanfictions, I'm afraid.
Deal With It's been in my Google docs at 1.5k for... two years now? Maybe more? I just read over it last week, and I think I'm gonna have to rework it if I want to finally get ahead. It's not that I don't know where it's going, I just hate how I'm trying to get there. It's very boring 😔
Who We Were has all of its dialogue written out, and the beginning done, so it's going pretty well! It's got about 3.8k so far, but that number's guaranteed to go WAY up once I flesh it all out.
Pay Through The Mouth, my spicy fic, is going okay-ish. I can't help but cringe at some of it, but I think that's a sign that it's very saucy✨ I'm expecting it to end up around 5k once I'm finished (and so are they).
The Super Special smut fic I started over a year ago and then dropped because I hated the dialogue has once again been resurrected! I don't think it's going to be a one-shot anymore, but I finally worked out all that messy dialogue, and I am on a roll! Hoping to get the first ever chapter out by the end of this year, and the rest out before I die 😌 it's only got 3.4k at the moment, but I'm having a surprising bit of fun writing the whole thing, so we'll see out it goes.
And all of my other spur of the moment one shots are shrivelling out and dying slowly on Google docs. The end :3
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Spaghetti with tomatoes and balsamic vinegar - Blog post 1
Hey peeps, hope you're having a lovely day.
Been meaning to do this for a while, so I'm happy to finally upload my first cooking video. I hope you enjoy it, and that you enjoy the pasta even more.
For me, cooking is a wonderful way to make memories, peruse on the previous ones, and learn lots of new lessons. Food not only nourishes the body, but the soul.
Here's the video so you can follow along :)
youtube
Recipe:
it’s cheap, its yummy.
the sweet tastes cherry tomatoes and balsamic really complement earthy flavours of basil and olive oil, so this is really nice for a light dinner.
great for a date night or hanging out w another person. it’s for 2. or for one hungry peep.
160g spaghetti + pasta water*
6 tbsp olive oil
8-10 cherry/piccolo tomatoes
2 big cloves of garlic (or 3 regular sized ones)
2 tbsp balsamic vinegar
2 good pinches of basil (dried or fresh)
*don’t cook the pasta in too much water, as the resultant pasta water won’t be starchy enough if you do. always aim for 1l (ish) of water for every 80g of pasta.
get yourself a deep pot and put about 1.5 litres of water in, and bring to the boil. make sure to put hella salt in it, it should taste like the ocean. once it’s boiling, add your spaghetti and set a timer for just a couple minutes less than the package instructions.
whilst that’s cooking get your olive oil and pour it into a pan and wait for it to heat up.
in the meantime, mince your garlic and place asside. do the same with your cherry tomatoes, cut into your preferred thickness. personally i prefer less chunks, so i dice mine small.
place the garlic in the pan with the oil, and be careful if it spits at you. tell the garlic that it’s not nice to spit at people.
make sure to turn the heat down once the garlic starts cooking, as you don’t want to burn it. If you’re using basil, add that in too. stir around on low-medium heat until it smells real nice.
add in your cherry tomatoes, and stir around a little more.
if your pasta is now cooked, drain it through a colander, and save about 1 cup of pasta water.
add in 1/2 a cup of pasta water to the tomatoes+garlic, and wait for it to cook down and become a little saucier. if you prefer it more liquidy/saucy, adjust the amount of pasta water you add.
add in your drained spaghetti and mix it well with the sauce. if you’re a pro sauté-er like me you can toss the spaghetti until it’s coated with the sauce.
before serving, pop your plates into the microwave for 30 seconds. it’ll keep the pasta warm whilst you eat it.
serve with a lil parm and basil if you like. enjoy with a nice glass of wine, or any other nice drink. even chocolate milk.
<3
#cooking#relaxing#delicious#pasta#savoury#dinner#lunch#recipes#foodies#foods#meals#food#wholesome#memories#comfort food#Youtube
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Dialogue prompt #8
“Wait!” *grabs wrist* “do you hate me?”
“No”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know...”
“What do you want.”
“You”
#they want you#its getting saucy up in this ish#whyyyy do i do this#prompt#prompts#dialogue prompts#dialouge prompt#prompt account#prompt bin#romance#love story#angst#confession#this is the good cush#i love vines
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Re your tags: in what ways would you not get along with Bush and Hornblower?
Hoo, boy.
A great deal of it is the attitudes and norms of the institution and era. For example, Bush is an enthusiastic supporter of impressment, corporal punishment, and capital punishment, all of which I find reprehensible and horrifying. Hornblower is iffy about the latter two, but even so is more likely to be critical of himself (for the alleged character flaw of squeamishness) than of the institutions themselves. Furthermore, his squeamishness only goes so far: he cold-bloodedly murdered the leader of an entirely justified and failed mutiny, because he felt the authoritarian structures of the Navy must be categorically upheld in all circumstances. (Hornblower could have chosen to miss the shot: the mutiny had failed, the leader was escaping, the guy was literally powerless to further disrupt the Navy and its operations -- but Hornblower viewed it to be critically important that the man be seen to die for the crime of publicly standing up to a murderously abusive captain. There’s a reason Lord Hornblower made me feel dirty to be a part of the fandom.)
More personally, it's not entirely clear to me what those two would make of me being a highly-educated, mathematically trained, and dyke-ish queer woman, but I suspect it wouldn't be flattering, given Hornblower's commentary on Lady Barbara being "mannish" when he first meets her. Bush is a bit more of a cipher re women, but his comment that he likes 'pretty, saucy women' (with the strong implication that he has little time or sympathy for women otherwise) isn't encouraging.
And then there's the fact that I'm Lakota. While the Lakota were too far inland to have had specific beef with the Royal Navy, RN officers considered themselves unquestionably and unjustifiably superior to "the natives" pretty much everywhere they went in the world. The fact that I'm so-called "civilized" would likely be a marginally positive mark in their eyes, but 1) I have few illusions it would translate to actual respect, and 2) it would in no way lessen my contempt for them presuming to judge.
Basically, they're officers in good standing of the Georgian Royal Navy, which was brutal, racist, sexist, classist, and an enforcer of colonialism everywhere it went. Why would we have gotten along?
When you get right down to it, the Hornblower books work for me only to the point that I can imagine myself similar to Hornblower and Bush -- male, white, of a certain class, etc. (Which says a lot about what we’re trained to read as “universal” or “generic.”) It also helps enormously that the books are preoccupied with the French and largely remain in Europe, thus limiting my dissonance about the Royal Navy upholding colonialism. But every once in a while I look at a still or read a passage and have a strong moment of “Hoo, boy, it’s a good thing we’re irrevocably separated by two-centuries-and-counting. It’s a good thing, too, that you’re fictional, and I’m well-practiced in rejecting parts of canon that offend me. Because it’s super clear that if my inconveniently gendered and embodied 2021 self somehow ended up face-to-face with your 1813 self via some magical portal into fictional worlds: we absolutely would not get along.”
#negativity for ts#look I like to read books about pretty pretty full-rigged ships#sadly cognitive dissonance is pretty much going to come with that territory#and if it doesn't happen along gender#it's going to happen along indigineity#I have methods of reading around it#but there are great swathes of the Age of Sail fandom that I just cannot with#usually because the colonialism is WAY too much in my face#tagging this#age of sail#and the trials of being a fangirl of pretty ships
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My Warrior of Light Can’t Be This Cute!!! - Boiled Waters
Summary: As the Warrior of Light, the impact of your actions upon all of Eorzea and its future cannot be denied. By your accomplishments and failures, ever so slightly and significantly does the fate of the world change.
The same could especially be said to those who see themselves as your ally, your mentor, and--even so--your enemy.
But you need not slay a primal to leave those particular individuals at a loss for words.
This collection will document the many ways that you, the Warrior of Light, have wrought flustering havoc upon some of Eorzea's most notable men.
Rating: R (It’s not as saucy as you’d think but just making sure!!!)
Pairing: Reader/Thancred
[Next Chapter - Haurchefant]
the moment i realized that thancred is voiced by nakayuu i knew i was trapped in this game with no way out
HELLO I'VE STARTED FFXIV AND I AM IN HUSBAND HELL
With all the inspiration I've gotten from XIV, I thought it would be fun to document my progress in the game with one-shots for all the hotnesses that I encounter. I will note that since this series will be updated as I play along the game, characterization might be surface level at first~
ALSO WHILE THINGS MIGHT BE TENDER-ISH NOW, I foresee this collection being like my Mista one where things get inevitably SAUCY & LEWD so the rating on this is most likely gonna go up ONCE THINGZ GET EXPLICIT
ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING THAT I'VE JUST MET HAURCHEFANT
AND HE'LL PROBABLY BE NEXT TO BE ADDED TOO
AND A ONE-SHOT FOR AYMERIC IS MOST DEFINITELY GONNA BE A MATTER OF WHEN BECAUSE I AM A WEAKLING 2 ROYAL HOTNESSES VOICED BY TATSUN
ANYHOW THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY RN THANK YOU TAKING THE TIME TO STOP BY HERE AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!
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A merciless dry heat.
While the many wandering adventurers and curious tourists who made their way into Ul’dah were prone to shifting off their cloaks and scurrying to the nearest tavern for cool respite, Thancred often joked about feeling a chill if the weather was even a degree lower than usual.
And yet, on this afternoon--seemingly no different than any other day of the eternal summer at Horizon--a bead of sweat dared to form at the side of his neck.
He wasn’t outside, rather he was situated against a wall by the entrance to The Solar. And even with the cooler temperatures offered thanks to the underground structure of The Waking Sands, he still could not refrain from sweating.
Not while he could feel the delicate brush of your fingers against his cheek.
Of all the Scions, you were a unique one without a doubt.
The unwavering fortitude of your determination, the grand scale of your power, the enticing charm of your personality.
And, of course, the captivating allure of your beauty.
How he managed to carry out his existence showing his endless gratitude to an countless array of women whose names fail to currently come to mind without having once encountered you was still mind-boggling to him.
Admittedly however, his mind was not in any place to be thinking coherently.
Upon entering The Waking Sands after returning from a mission around Camp Drybone, he heard from Tataru that you had just returned from Costa del Sol after attending to the needs of Mayaru Moyaru--something about a massive shark terrorizing beachgoers at the Moonfire Faire.
A grin quirked onto his lips as he made his way down the stairs.
You attending Moonfire Faire at the gorgeous shores of Costa del Sol? Certainly, an upstanding Eorzean like you would have had to put on whatever the revealing festival attire was this year at least once.
A means of honoring the local culture, obviously.
He anticipated that you were wearing your adventurer clothes. However, for the future of Eorzea, it was imperative that he see you don the Moonfire Faire wear.
What he didn’t expect was the moment he passed through the doors, he was met by a striking ‘POP!’ of glitter and confetti that had him jumping in surprise that fell onto him, a faint yet notable scent of coconut and lime entering his nostrils.
A familiar giggle and a familiar voice immediately followed.
“Good seeing you, Thancred.”
His eyes opened from having quickly shut in surprise.
A familiar face but an unfamiliar attire that revealed skin that pained him to be unfamiliar with.
A quip--however teasingly admonishing or flirtatiously witty--failed him.
How could he when a scrap of cotton was all there was to conceal your chest, your left leg bared by the long slit of a floral pareo that made him want nothing more than to see for himself if you were wearing shorts underneath?
All he could do was allow words of greeting to stumble out from his lips while he suddenly found himself shifting back against a nearby wall as you hummed if he enjoyed his gift.
He did.
Even though you were referring to the Costa del Sol-themed Moonfire Faire party popper.
“Ahh, all that confetti on you is probably gonna be too hard to remove by yourself. Here, I’ll just--”
Your voice trailed off as you brought your hand up to his face, your thumb brushing away the bits of colored tissue paper and glitter that managed to land on his cheek.
He had no objections to this, despite how tight his chest felt.
How was it that he was feeling this way, feeling so flustered?
The answer was something to be pondered on more in depth later.
Perhaps while he asked about how your trip was in his quarters, with your body anchored to his bed by his own, much like how you were keeping him pressed to the wall.
In the same way your fingers were delicately caressing over his skin, he could and would return the favor, albeit with his hand running against up along your thigh to undo the tie that held up your pareo with little effort.
But again, that would have to wait for later.
All Thancred could do was look into your eyes with halted breath and flushed cheeks, his body feeling the stiffest and sweatiest that it had ever felt in a long time.
#thancred waters#thancred x wol#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#reader insert#My Warrior of Light Can't Be This Cute#Fic
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hey Miceál! if you are in the mood, i'd like to ask you for a great favor. could you share some irish recipes with me? even just one would mean a lot to me. i am half irish, but i am an orphan and i grew up in another part of europe, so i have very little connection to that side of me, and i believe it is very intimate to share something that my ancestors also shared, in order to commune and get to know them through my body in whatever way i can. thank you in advance fellow fenian!
hello, fellow Irish orphan! there are lots of wonderful Irish recipes out there, but I’ll share a couple that have special meaning to me and that I have fond memories of. it’s a classic: Irish stew and soda bread! this is a classic for a reason. there’s nothing more comforting on a cold and rainy day than a steaming bowl of Irish stew, and soda bread is probably the easiest kind of bread to make. it requires no waiting around for the dough to rise; you just make that dough and get that bread.
soda bread
first, the soda bread. it’s a great accompaniment, but it can also be made on its own and eaten whenever you need a good wholesome snack. slather a bit of butter on that badboy and indulge.
soda bread ingredients:
250g plain white flour (not self-raising, just plain)
250g plain wholemeal flour
100g porridge oats (I have made it without these before but if you want that authentic experience you’ll probably want the oats)
1 tsp bicarbonate of soda
1 tsp salt
25g butter, cut into small cubes
500ml buttermilk (if you have no buttermilk, I find adding 1 tablespoon of lemon juice to a cup of milk and stirring for a few minutes works fine)
soda bread creation time:
preheat oven to [takes a deep breath] regular oven 200C, fan oven 180C, or if you work with Fahrenheit (holy shit I spelled that right first time??) that’s around 390F and 355F respectively.
mix together all the dry ingredients, so your two flours, your oats, your bicarbonate of soda, and your salt.
rub in the butter so it’s all good and mixed in. remember to go easy on the dough, it has to be treated very gently.
add the buttermilk and stir the mixture carefully but quickly with a kitchen knife. you don’t want to be doing anything remotely near kneading, so you get to stir with a knife because apparently that’s somehow more gentle.
once everything is mixed, shape the dough into a round, flat-ish lump. just like the round loaves you see.
use the knife to score a nice good cross over the top of the dough. according to tradition, this is to allow the fairies to escape, but it’s also really good for allowing the bread to cook through properly.
put on a baking sheet and bake until it sounds hollow when you knock on it. this takes between 30-45 minutes in my experience, but after the 30-minute mark check regularly because it can be any time.
if for whatever reason it’s not ready yet, just flip ‘er upside-down for a few minutes.
leave to cool on a wire rack (to prevent the bottom from getting soggy) and covered with a tea towel (to keep the crust crusty).
from my experience this bread can sometimes be very dense, but experimenting with cooking times and flour ratios will shift it. I’ve found wholemeal to be slightly denser than plain flour, so once you get the hang of it tweak the recipe until it’s to your liking!
Irish stew
now times have changed you can make this in a slow cooker if you like, but I’ve never done that (yet -- I shall this winter and report back). this is how I used to eat it: sitting at the old wooden table in my friend’s kitchen, while her mam ladled it out of the massive saucepan that could drain a small lough.
(I have since become vegetarian, but this recipe would be just as nice as a hearty vegetable stew. if you’re vegetarian or there are any vegetarians out there who’d like to try it, hit me up for a recipe as I’d change this one pretty significantly in terms of technique if there was no meat.)
there’s a little controversy, as there always is with classic recipes: traditionally Irish stew is made with mutton, but mostly everyone just uses lamb. there’s also a debate raging about whether or not it should just have potatoes and onions in it, but honestly go ham. so long as there’s some nice tasty root veggies in there it’s grand, but of course potatoes are a must.
Irish stew ingredients
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
lamb chunks (I just get them already cut from the supermarket)
potatoes
roughly chopped onion
finely sliced leeks
roughly chopped carrots
2 tablespoons plain flour
1 1/2 pints beef stock (I just use a stock cube or two)
note how the vegetables have no measurements. this is just because I tend to make whatever looks right for the amount of people I’m cooking for.
Irish stew creation time:
heat the oven to 180C (or 355F)
take half of your vegetable oil and heat it up until it’s warm but not going crazy, and then add half your lamb and brown it.
take the lamb out and put it into a big casserole dish (or any large dish that has a lid and can go in the oven).
cover the lamb with half the potatoes, carrots, onions, and leeks.
add the rest of the oil to your frying pan and brown the rest of the lamb, and then add that into your casserole dish (or equivalent) over the veggies.
cover with the rest of the veggies so you have a weird veggie-meat lasagne.
add the flour to the frying pan and stir it around to soak up all the juices, then heat for a couple of minutes. add the stock a little at a time until everything turns to a nice, thick sauce with no lumps. it’ll kind of look like thick soup or brown gravy.
pour this sauce into your dish with all the meat and veggies.
if you have any stock left over, throw that in too. put the lid on and cook it in the oven for about an hour.
after an hour check to make sure there’s still plenty of sauce. if there isn’t, add some boiling water. the meat and veggies must always be covered with liquid, or they’ll dry out. once this is done (or if everything is fine!) bake for another hour, checking a little more regularly to make sure it’s nice and saucy.
if there’s too much sauce at the end, bake for a little longer with the lid off.
once the hour is up, it’s done! add salt and pepper if you like. best served piping hot with a hunk of thick crusty bread, while the wind and rain howls outside.
I hope these work out well for you and I hope they succeed in making you feel a little closer to your family. as part of your wider Irish family and the slightly narrower Irish orphan family, I hope these recipes bring you warmth and comfort as the days get colder.
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Hunted
18+ Bloodhound x reader!!!
Summary: Run rabbit run rabbit run run run.
Details and story under the cut WEW
You've been running for a while now, unsure how long exactly, but you know it's only a matter of time before Bloodhound is on you. You're wondering why they haven't caught up already, they always find you quickly when you get separated during the games. Are they waiting for a certain amount of time? Are they on the way? Are they already right behind you, reveling in watching you from the shadows? Your heart is going a mile a minute, you want to be caught, but you want to put up a fight as well.
Some Details: Continuation of my last story, it’s gonna get SAUCY! Bloodhound and reader are gender neutral, dom stuff, primal dom stuff??? rope stuff?!?! BH has a lil something for ya but you decide what that is (strap-on or organic). Reach arounds apparently apply to everyone so ya know. Also like, BH is 6 feet or something so I wrote this for the person to be shorter than that but kept it ambiguous-ish. Sorry if you’re tall.
It's so surreal how just earlier today the two of you were good friends, and now you're being hunted in a forest by them. And you love it. You slow to a careful walk, gently tread over a log trying not to disturb anything. You softly step down and take a seat using it for cover. You have no idea where they could be, if they'll pounce while you sit. Still, you need to rest for a minute. You're beginning to feel that exhaustion from earlier, the physical toll the games had on you is creeping up.
After a couple minutes of slowing your breathing you peak out over the log, you check all surrounding areas but see nothing. Of course, that doesn't mean no one is there. You slowly rise to your feet and listen, you can only hear the sounds of the night critters. You remember how Bloodhound made no noise at all when they walked toward you in the living room, so they'll certainly make little to none out here. You do one more look over before running off again. Maybe 10 minutes pass, you can hardly run anymore but you keep trekking on clumsily. Suddenly, you get pulled backward by your wrist.
You're spun around by the force, Hound grabs your free hand and shoves you hard against a nearby tree. They press their body against yours, you’re so tired you can’t really bring yourself to push back. Now you know why they waited so long, they wanted you worn down. They force your arms together, hold both wrists with one hand and slide the rope from their shoulder. You manage to get one arm free and use your leftover strength to push against them, but Hound hardly flinches. They plant their feet firmly on the ground, put their forearm across your chest, and shove you back against the tree with more weight than before. They bring their face centimetres from yours, “Do not get cute with me,” they say through gritted teeth.
Both your arms are free, you push on them to the best of your ability but you’re wiped out. Bloodhound sighs in frustration as they grab your wrists, one again placing them in one hand in an attempt to stop you from struggling. You twist slightly only to get jerked forward, “Þú ert bráð mín,” they glare at you, “you do what I tell you, understand?” You sit still, heeding their words. Bloodhound picks up the rope up from the ground, it must have fallen when you tried to escape. They release one wrist and tie the rope around the other that’s still gripped tight in their rugged, scarred hand. Hound then grabs you by the back of your hair, “stay put,” they command. You nod in silence, they seem suspicious of your obedience, but curious over what you might do. They let you go, step to the side, and the moment there’s an opening you yank the rope from their grip. You take one step to run in the opposite direction of them before they slam you into your initial spot by pushing back on your shoulder. Their one hand pressing on your shoulder is stronger than your entire body at the moment. Their eyes are gleaming in the moonlight, their brow is furrowed, they almost look like they’re going in for the kill.
Hound steps toward you, removes their hand from your shoulder and grips your neck just hard enough to make you pleasantly dizzy, “Didn’t you hear me?” they growl. Their lips hover just by your ear, “Stay. Put,” they release you and continue where they left off. Your mind is swimming, the want for them to have their way with you is too strong to fight now, you’ve never heard them speak in this voice and you want to obey. Once they come back around, they tie your other hand. After adjusting it so you can’t pull your arms forward, but are comfortable in your position, they stand directly in front of you. You’re squirming in anticipation, you want them to touch you, to fuck you, but they just stand and observe for a while. You look at their face, they look so satisfied watching your subtle hip movements.
Just when you’re about to beg for it they move in and kiss you with ferocity. They bring their mouth to your neck and suck on it. Meanwhile they’re undoing the buttons of your pajama top. After the last button is undone, they return to kissing you, their tongue wrapping around yours. Their hands go from your chest, to your waist, to your ass. They pull you into them, squeezing your ass hard, you can feel their cock pressing up against you through their pants. Hound stops making out with you and moves down to your waist. They pull your pants off leaving your underwear behind, you breathe in deep while they stare.
They let out a soft laugh, "I see you're ready for me," they look up at you, "tell me..." They pull off your underwear and stand up, "...is this the kind of thing you thought of in the shower?" Bloodhound puts their hand on your crotch and rubs gently, “...hmm?” You don’t answer, you’re hardly paying attention to their words, you just feel your body aching for more. They notice your desperation and remove their hand. "You've been awfully disobedient, perhaps I should make you wait longer," they taunt.
You look at them with a pleading expression and shake your head, "I’m sorry. I’ll obey, I’ll do whatever you want. Just, please..."
They look at you sternly, "Please what?"
You look down and swallow hard, "please...fuck me.." you reply in a small voice.
They grab your chin and make you face them, "look me in the eyes and speak clearly. Please, what?" they demand.
You look them dead in the eyes, "please fuck me," you say decisively.
Bloodhound grabs your shoulders and pushes you to your knees, moves their sweats out of the way, and taps your face, "get it wet." You lick your lips and open your mouth without hesitation. They face fuck you briefly, making sure they’re good and slick. They pull you back up to your feet, lift your leg, and push them-self into you with ease. They don't build up, they're thrusting hard, your eyes well up in pleasure. They nibble on your ear, breathing heavily as they pound into you at a steady pace.
"B-Bloodhound...Ah!" You moan, loud. They lift your other leg and hold you up, driving you down onto them deeper. You're losing your mind, "Mmmnn, hah..fffuck! Hound!" Bloodhound is huffing and groaning, it’s so much hotter than you imagined. They bite and suck on your neck, thrusting faster. Your legs are aching but you want to keep going. Hound stops suddenly and puts you down, you look at them confused. They take out a knife, cut the rope, and put the knife away. They spin you around, “Ass up,” they push you and you drop yourself to the ground, the side of your face in the leaves and dirt.
You feel wonderfully exposed with your ass in the air, knowing they can see everything. They get on their knees and enter you with the same energy as a moment ago. One hand is squeezing your butt and the other is giving you a reach around, your body is completely engulfed with ecstasy. You're not holding back your voice even slightly, you love every second of this. Hound slaps your ass hard and you cry out, they lift you upright and grab your neck.
Their speed increases, both inside and out, their grip on your neck tightens enough to make you dizzy again. You can't hold it, "Hound, I'm..."
They slow their movement dramatically, remove their hand from your crotch, and grab your chin with the one on your neck, "you will not until I say you can," they growl. You feel like crying, you want it so bad. Bloodhound gives an occasional hard thrust or two, enough to keep you right on the cusp of climax but not enough to go all the way. They take their hand off your chin, remove your shirt completely, and shove you back to the ground. You can feel their eyes scanning your naked flesh, it makes you shiver.
Bloodhound slides their hands from your upper back to your ass. They grip and rub it as they very slowly slide in and out of you. The tension is becoming too great, you feel you might explode. "Do you wish to climax?" they ask in a calm, dominating voice.
"yes...” you plead.
They push into you hard giving you a jolt, "how bad do you want it?"
"More than anything," you say breathy and desperate.
Their hand finds its way back to your crotch, "beg, bráð mitt," they say quietly, no longer humping you.
You move your hips to stimulate yourself against them, "please, please fuck me more. I want it. I-I need it. Fuck me Blóðhundur...hh..have mercy-" you get cut off by them going at you more fierce than before, their hand working the front of you like no other. They’re gripping your ass so hard you know it’ll leave a mark. You're screaming with pleasure, they moan and grunt as they push inside you as deep as they can go. Your body is going completely wild, "Oh god I'm cumming! Ah! Fuck! Bloodhound!" they don't slow down even as you loudly orgasm, each of their thrusts prolonging your joyous release.
Bloodhound lets out a hard exhale, they thrust deep as they tremble, reaching climax as well. The two of you remain in position for a moment, catching your breath, before Hound pulls out and stands up. You stay on the ground for a moment more, you're so tired you can hardly move. Bloodhound helps you stand and hands you a rag from their pocket, they’ve already tucked their dick back into their sweats. You clean up and they take it back, folding it before putting it away, “Have to wash all of this anyway,” they mumble to them-self. They shake out your clothes and help you get dressed, your legs feel like noodles. They guide you to sit against a tree, "Are you okay to walk?" they ask as they untie your wrists.
You sit with your eyes closed, feeling your legs quiver, "um....dunno.."
They tie the halved rope back together and wrap it around their bicep, "don't worry about it." Hound picks you up bridal style and begins the walk back home.
You find it silly that you’re blushing like mad over being carried, after what the two of you just did. Suddenly you notice the dust and dirt all over you, "aww man I'm gonna need another shower," you whine, brushing the twigs and leaves out of your hair.
Bloodhound laughs, "I'll need one as well. We can take one together when we get back. I’ll wash you so you may rest." They tenderly kiss the top of your head, “From now on I’ll be caring for you, elskan mín.”
You blush more and rest your head against them. “Thanks Hound," you smile peacefully. It really is a beautiful night.
#bloodhound x reader#nsft#nsft text#fanfiction#nsft fanfiction#i ain't no novelist but i write what i like#and what i like#is fantasies about this nb hunter
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ayooooo! so, this is friday (frida, if you like), a geumseong senior and **your** very. own. quidditch commentator!!! she’d technically be starting the semester late (by one month) as she ran off to frolic in the magical rainforests of australia over the summer and wham! bam!! was bit by a magical creature (rip) within the 1st month and shipped off to st mungos for three months where she then fell in “deeply” in love with the nurse treating her but had to break things off when she was discharged/came back for school bc what good is a bf you can’t hug!! :( ff NOW present day, she’s trying to lose her 4kg breakup weight (rip^2) and keep up with her self imposed boy-ban till she gets her hot girl summer bod back (ik it’s fall but like work with me here).
currently, she’s in her fourth year as a wandmaking major/magical creatures minor (not including the first two years where she flip flopped between potions and aurology) — but uh yeah, this is totally what she wants to be for the rest of her life!! fr this time.
oofie that was really long but you can read more about her +some plots under the cut but first HERE is her profile! smash the like if you’re into plotting!!!
bio tldr; (not me going tldr like i wrote a bio to begin with)
was born into this world as a means to keep her dad from leaving them, but evidently that wasn’t good enough since dad left when she was ~6 and her brother was 3 anyway.
mom’s a pretty witch, so never found trouble in remarrying—thing is she has incredibly bad luck, so from then on it has been a trail of broken hearts, marriages, half siblings, step siblings etc + moving around a lot (from seoul to nz, england etc)
kid friday really watched it all go down but took nothing from the example her mom set (to do better, live smarter yk) and instead only took on the must be loved, must find love bits (till she chickens out because anything too real is kinda :) Scary!)
anyway, she was enrolled in hogwarts after mom remarried (as a ravenclaw, actually) and graduated with a small trail of broken hearts in her wake as well (like mother like daughter)
currently in her last year at mokseong and living it up! (ish)
anyway onward to the juicy bits—
friday kang??? big ole freak flirt. for the 4 years she’s been here, she has never been single for longer than a month.
thinks she’s number one in dating/flirting (all tricks and hacks, need advice?? she’s ur girl!) but she doesn’t know too much about love (ofc)
romantic at heart, though she tends to be incredibly fickle, falls in and out of “love” way too quickly (or she’s just scared of the Real Thing yk)
little bit tactless, very much so thick-skinned — sometimes ur just not sure if she doesn’t get it bc she doesn’t get or bc she’s ignoring it
bit sensitive, can and will a) cry or b) bitch or c) both depending on the situation, though rlly only applies to close friends/s/os (she’s clingy/touchy too)
loves to eat sweets, visits aesthetic cafes frequently
since she dated a muggle that one time she ended up making an instagram and now she’s getting a hefty amt of followers who knew???
unrelated but she likes them tol uwu bc they give the best hugs (very comfy to sink into 🤗)
loves learning new things, a total keener. has tried out for every sports team just for the hell of it (did get into any but, you know, thats okay too)
currently on the look out for select ointments to get rid of the scar on below her knee from that little incident in aus (looks haphazard, blue-like, has a sheen to it; akin to a giant vein or smth like that)
connections
EXES (this is obv tho but it doesn’t hv to be anything too serious, went on couple dates etc but if u want saucy ex plots… im ur girl)
FWB that didnt end up as just fwb bc she highly romanticizes any chance and it didn’t work out and now yall aren’t really even friends anymore
BEST FRIEND/GIRL GANG plsplspls she needs to be dragged back to reality like twice a week
CRUSHES one sided???? but never found the chance bc shes alw taken? pls? or vice versa and they’ll always be her maybe *looks off wistfully*
STEP SIBS…. please - can be former or current (whichever)
HALF SIBS ,, , possibly one or two, if anyone is into it. very likely when mom had her heartbroken she just left with friday (to hell with the rest of her kids) so angst? mb?
ENEMIES she’s too flirty and its annoying :-(
ANYTHIING ELSE im open to anything so throw me all your saucy!!!!
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Sorry for the EXTREMELY long hiatus guys....its been a long road to this chapter and it was so very hard to write. The emotions got the best of me and I absolutely HATED having to cause this sort of hurt to my story babies...I love them so much and really didn't want to start down this road of hurt but it had to be done for the story to continue so I really hope you all have enjoyed this chapter. Just remember I love you all and I really appreciate all the support you have given me during my writing process and through the hard times in my life...stay tuned for the next chapter, coming soon-ish.....I promise lol.
Chapter Eleven: A Choice to Make
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Death, Attempted Rape, Strong Language, Mentions of Animal Abuse, and Eventual Smut and Fluff
Setting: Post Civil War era USA. Marvel Cowboy AU.
Preface: Your home is attacked by the Hydra gang and you are rescued by Steve, Bucky, and their group. The government agency, known as Shield, wants them captured and Hydra wants them dead. With nowhere else to go, you join their ragtag group and set out on the adventure of a lifetime. Helping those less fortunate along the way, your small group grows and so does your affection for these two rough and tumble outlaws. When the chips are down, will you all be able to escape unscathed? Or will the boot drop and leave you heartbroken and alone again?
Song: Wake Me Up by Tommee Profitt ft Fleurie
Previous / Next
Natasha helped Clint to his feet when a very equine snort came from the woods just to the left of them, catching your attention. The beautiful silver dapple stepped nervously from the trees. His body, covered in old scars, made you gasp. The quick intake of breath caught the nervous horse’s attention and soon you were stepping up to his form as if entranced.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Clint lift a hand to stop you, but Natasha quickly stopped him. The red head only smiled and whispered to him something that had Clint nodding back. You ignored them all, focussing once more on the equine in front of you.
His skin jumped and twitched with every step you took towards him. His legs were stiff with fear. You whispered to him, telling him everything would be okay and you wouldn’t hurt him, before stopping a few feet away and reaching your hand out slowly for him to smell. It took a moment, but he eventually reached out, brushing the short hairs of his nose to the back of your hand.
You smiled at him before stroking your fingers gently over his soft nose. He nickered a little merry sound and you heard Clint’s quiet voice cut through the silence. “His name’s Arrow.” Turning back to the group you saw all the smiles on Steve and Bucky’s faces before Nat giggled. Clint only looked at her with a sly smile. “What? You expected something else?”
She huffed a little breath before smiling up at him. “Giving the fact that he’s yours? His name would have either been Arrow or Coffee.” Clint gripped his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me and only just after reuniting?”
Steve and Bucky chuckled before approaching to each take one of Clint’s arms. “How else would she show that she missed you, Clint,” Steve said with a grin. “We missed you too, buddy.”
“I missed you guys too, just don’t expect me to kiss any of you on the mouth.” The sly grin on Clint’s face, coupled with Steve and Bucky’s matching cringes made you burst into laughter.
“No wonder you and Nat fell in love so easily, you are absolutely perfect for each other.” Looking to Nat, who had joined you by Arrow’s side, you saw the sly grin spread over her face as Clint shot you a saucy wink over his shoulder.
His gaze shifted to that of his wife before a matching grin spread over his lips. “I like this girl, Nat. Can we keep her?”
Two swift smacks had Clint breaking into deep chuckles and your face growing red as Steve and Bucky scowled at their friend. “Guess she’s spoken for then?”
The two men didn’t answer Clint’s question, but their eyes met yours for a split second before their faces grew equally red as yours. Then they were whizzing Clint forward towards where you had all left the rest of the group.
Turning to Natasha, you saw her smile. “What was that about?”
She giggled. “You will have to ask them. Now, lets worry about getting this beautiful boy out of here.” She rubbed Arrow’s scarred neck, cooing to him softly as you took hold of his reins.
Walking just behind the rest of the group, your chest warmed and your mind wandered. Did they have feelings for you? Did you have feelings for them? But as a sudden chill fell over you, worry and sorrow poured in like an angry wind.
How am I supposed to choose? I care about them both and they are like brothers; I don’t want to ruin that? What am I supposed to do? They probably didn’t even mean anything by it. Yeah, they were just being protective, they couldn’t BOTH like me. I doubt even one of them thinks of me that way.
Your thoughts rolled like a wicked storm, creating a torrential downpour of doubt and self-hatred in your heart. Lost in thought you as you were, you didn’t notice the concerned looks Natasha was giving you, or that the men had slowed with your dawdling pace until Tony’s surprised voice cut through your inner turmoil.
“What the hell is going on?! Why did you all rush off like that-” Tony’s eyes grew wide as he spied the man being supported by Bucky and Steve just ahead of you. “Wait, Clint? But, how? We thought you were dead?”
Clint just chuckled, “Thanks Tony, missed you too. Now, if you don’t mind… I could really use some coffee right about now.”
Tony smiled, happiness shining in his eyes. “You’ve got it, friend. It's good to have you back.” Turning on his heel, Tony ran back to join the others, cheering like a child and making everyone smile and laugh at his joy.
Everyone cheered and celebrated for a moment, the members of the group welcoming Clint back with fond smiles, even shy Pepper joined in, offering to help Nat with tending to Clint’s wounds while Tony and Jarvis scouted ahead for a campsite where all could rest in peace for the night.
The sun was just setting when everyone had finished setting up camps a few miles down the road. The clearing was of the smaller variety, placing everyone in closer quarters than normal, but there was no complaint as everyone was too happy with Clint’s return to worry about the space. And as Clint continued to joke and rib at everyone gathered around the campfire, you could see exactly why.
He was an honest soul. Quick to smile and laugh and joke. It was like a piece you didn’t realize was missing had fallen into place as you saw your new family glow with happiness. Jarvis’ eyes shone with glee, Natasha was relaxed, even the stoic Bruce was smiling and laughing with the rest of the group, his booming laugh filling the clearing on multiple occasions as Clint picked on Tony mercilessly. And Tony was more than happy to take it all in stride, pouring Clint a third cup of coffee even as he glared. It was good to see them this way and it filled your heart full to bursting.
That was until your eyes caught on the visage of Steve and Bucky sat side-by-side at the fire, and the thoughts of earlier rolled in your mind again. Turning back to Boda, you tried to suppress the thoughts with the soothing sound of the brush through his glossy coat, but they continued to bombard you until the soft press of a furry body against your leg caught your attention.
Looking down into the amber eyes of Soldat you saw yourself reflected there as he took your wrist gently in his teeth and tugged you back towards the fire. Realizing what he was doing you chuckled, dropping Bodaway’s brush on the ground to be collected later and allowing the young wolf-dog to pull you back towards the fire where the others sat waiting.
Soldat stood just behind Bucky, and with your wrist still clutched in his jaws, he pawed at Bucky’s hip. Bent over as you were to accommodate the dog’s height, you were eye-level with the seated man as he turned to look. His eyes were a bit shocked before shifting quickly to humor as he realized your situation and grinned widely.
Unable to help yourself, you smiled back, giggling a bit at your predicament. “It seems I have been summoned?”
Turning back to you Steve also chuckled “Yes it seems you have Y/N.”
Both men shifted apart as Soldat released your wrist, making room for you to sit between them by the fire. You hoped they wouldn’t notice the flush of your skin as you took the proffered seat, settling between their larger frames as the fire flickered warm and inviting.
“Miss Y/N, it is nice to see you again.” Clint’s voice was polite as he spoke, but his smirk screamed mischief as he asked “So, which one o-”
Nat’s hand quickly muffled his voice as either man at your side stiffened and your face became uncomfortably hot. “That’s enough of that now, darling. Don’t pick on our sweet pevun’ya. If she hadn’t encouraged us to sing… I’m unsure that we would have found you.” She brushed her hand over Clint’s cheek, caressing the bruise that marred the skin there.
Clint had informed us all of his ordeal while in Hydra’s clutches on the way to the campsite. He had fared little better than Bucky had by the telling of it. Hydra was nefarious but apparently not infallible. Clint had told us of his escape, running while an ongoing raid distracted them. He had stolen his Handler’s horse to escape, but had failed to save the two others held captive with him. Apparently, they were moved the night before without Clint’s notice, which was surprising since almost nothing got past his keen eyes.
Those sharp eyes connected with your own, pulling you out of the memory of a few hours ago. “So, another songbird is she?” His smile eased the bit of worry that those hawk-like eyes instilled in you. “Thank you, Y/N. For bringing me back to my family, I could never be more thankful. Maybe one day soon, I could share a song of my own with you, songbird that my wife says you are.”
You smiled in glee. The prospect of hearing another song in such a brief period was exciting. “You would really do that?” His nod of affirmation had you giggling like a child, causing the others to chuckle. “I’m so excited, Nat told me you used to sing and play for everyone. I’d be happy to hear it all myself.”
Chuckling, Clint’s cheeks heated a bit with the praise. “Ah shucks… well it may take a while, but as soon as I get a new guitar, I’ll be sure to play something for you little lady.”
Nat stiffened in her seat, causing Clint to look at her in concern. She only smiled before jumping to her feet. “Hold that thought, darling. I will be right back.” Giving him a smacking kiss on the lips, she bolted back towards the wagons and disappeared for a moment where only the sounds of rummaging and cursing could be heard.
“What has gotten into her?” Clint asked, looking back to the rest of us. Everyone shrugged, unable to give him the answers he was seeking when a shout of girlish glee caught pulled our attention back to the wagon Natasha had disappeared into.
She emerged, holding a dusty guitar, causing a strangled sound to burst from Clint’s throat. “Where did you find that? I thought it was gone forever.”
She smiled at him, taking back her seat at his side and handing the beat up guitar back to him. “I found it a few days after your capture, went back to look for you and this was all that was left. The strings were broken and the neck was cracked, but I couldn’t get rid of it. So, I fixed it up and kept it safe. I’m glad you will play it again soon, my love.”
Clint was not so proud as to hide his tears as he pulled Natasha to him and kissed her full on the mouth. The group cheered, loud hoops and hollers filling the night sky as the stars twinkled above us. Nat and Clint stayed huddled together, shoulder to shoulder as the rest of the group told light hearted stories, filling Clint in on all the adventures they had had in his absence, giving the man a moment to calm himself again.
When Nat finally asked if he was felt like playing for the group, Clint respectfully declined as he was exhausted and unwilling to take his arm from around his wife’s shoulder. No doubt worried that if he let go, she might disappear.
Looking shyly to the man in question, you asked if he would allow you to take up his guitar and play for everyone. The night sky was calling you to play out your emotions of the day. It had been a long while since picking up this instrument, but with Clint’s encouragement and the first brush of your fingers over the strings, it all came rushing back to you.
The song that first came to mind was one your mother used to play for you. It was sad but fit with the emotions of the day. The soothing tone and soft lyrics full of love soon lulled the others into sleep. Many took the opportunity to lie awake in their respective tents or bedrolls as the melodic notes brought them into the oblivion of sleep.
Looking back up to where Clint and Natasha sat, you noticed the red head asleep in her husband’s embrace as he stared down at her with love and adoration in his eyes. It was very clear how much they meant to each other and it made the longing in your own heart grow, especially as Clint, tired as he was, picked up his sleeping wife and carried her to their tent, mouthing a silent thank you to you as he passed.
Reaching the end of the song, you glanced around and noticed that the only person still awake was Bucky. He was seated on his bedroll a few feet from the fire, just watching you with a small smile. Beside him, Steve was sleeping on his own bedroll. You could feel his eyes following you across the campsite as you returned the guitar to the wagon.
Turning to go to your own bedroll, feeling relaxed and happy to sleep beneath the stars, you stopped in your tracks as you watch Bucky’s large frame approaching your resting place. It only takes a few strides for him to reach you with the compact space of the clearing you are all sharing. There was a glint of determination in his gaze as he stood in front of you. You breathe deep, taking in the faint smell of him as he reaches out and pulls you into his chest.
You are too shocked to make more than a slight squeak of sound and soon your mind is swimming and your face is becoming heated with his closeness as he holds you to him. The memory of the last time you stood this way - on that icy porch in the mountains - flashed through your mind and you wonder if it was that moment that changed everything? But you are pulled from your thoughts as his deep voice rumbles from his chest with a quiet “thank you” as his soft lips whisper across the skin of your forehead in a chaste kiss. Taking a step back, he smiles down at you before going back to his bedroll and falling asleep.
You stood there for a moment more, touching the place that he kissed lightly with disbelief before quickly making your way to your own bedroll by the dwindling warmth of the fire.
Staring into the flames you watched as they die, but the warmth in your cheeks refused to part along with its warmth. Your mind was awash with confusion and soon swirled with sadness and anger as sleep evaded you.
What the hell is going on? Why do I have to feel this way? Is it too much to ask for the world to not be so cruel? I wanted to love. I wanted to be important to someone, but why? Turning to stare into the stars, you feel the tears sliding down your cheeks and into your hair. Why do I have to choose? I love them both and if I make that choice, to love one over the other, I will only break us all. Please, someone help me. Send me a sign. I do not want it to end this way.
#Dark Horse#Marvel MCU#Marvel AU#marvel fanfic#marvel#cowboy AU#western au#steve x reader x bucky#stevexreader#buckyxreader#bucky x reader#steve x reader#MCU#reader fic#reader fanfiction#natasha x clint
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hold on to me (cause i’m a little unsteady)
A/N: so after a long period of relative radio silence on my part, I wrote some saucy and soft Remile goodness! Enjoy!
Warnings: gentle dom Emile, mildly bratty sub Remy, trans Remy, fem terms to describe a transman’s genitals, light dom/sub, light bondage (ish), kissing, hickeys, eating out, fingering, praise kink, hair-pulling, teasing, emotional sex, getting overwhelmed, crying, mild self-confidence issues, kink negotiation (sorta), riding
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Remy still isn’t sure how he ended up so lucky, so in love. It almost seems like a dream- or more accurately, Emile is a dream, with the way he’s above him now, practically kissing the air from his lungs and one hand slowly but surely inching its way beneath Remy’s shirt. His movements are gentle and methodic, and nothing like Remy’s frantic tugging at his shirt, cardigan, tie, hair- really anywhere he could try and tug Emile closer, closer, more, more-
“Relax, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” Emile says with an airy chuckle as he (much to Remy’s chagrin) pulls away from the kiss.
“Gurl, I am going to lose my ever-loving mind if your cock isn’t buried inside me within the within the next few minutes,” Remy says, trying to sound demanding, but it comes out as more of a petulant whine (and Emile pressing nipping kisses to his neck certainly doesn’t help that either).
“Mmm… I was hoping to taste you first, but if that’s what you want-” Remy cuts him off with a soft moan, tugging Emile away from his neck to kiss him frantically.
“Fuck- yes, please!” Remy begs after he pulls away. Emile giggles, which has no right sending shivers down Remy’s spine, but it does all the same, and he helps Remy out of his shirt before continuing. He kisses at Remy’s neck again, trailing them down lower until he can suck a mark into where Remy’s neck meets his collarbone. Remy all but wails at this, hands going to tangle in Emile’s hair. Emile pulls away from his collarbone with a slick pop, and he gently removes Remy’s hands from his hair. He takes Remy’s wrists and pins them to either side of his head, and Emile looming over him causes Remy’s breath to catch in his throat.
“Keep them there for me?” Emile asks, his voice soft, but it has the firmness of an order. Remy nods, hands gripping the pillow beneath his head.
“Good boy,” Emile murmurs, causing Remy to shiver at the praise. Emile steals a quick kiss before moving down Remy’s body, taking a moment to lavish kisses to the scars on his chest before he reaches the waistline of Remy’s sweatpants. He tugs down his sweatpants and boxers in one movement, revealing his slick cunt. Emile pulls off his sweatpants and boxers completely, leaving Remy completely naked whlie Emile, although a little rumpled, is still completely clothed. And fuck if that doesn’t do things to Remy.
“Em, babes- please!” Remy gasps out when Emile doesn’t do anything right away. Emile giggles again (damn that giggle), and he ducks his head down to teasingly drag his tongue through his folds and up to his clit. Remy involuntarily bucks his hips forwards with a groan, and Emile pins his hips to the bed with a smirk. Remy opens his mouth to ask what the smug look was about, but all that comes out is a mewl due to Emile suddenly taking his clit into his mouth and sucking firmly. Remy’s hips try to cant up, but Emile’s hands keep him pinned down. Emile releases Remy’s clit after a moment or two so his mouth can move down to Remy’s pussy. His tongue laps across the opening a few times before it delves in, wriggling and causing Remy to squirm and cry out.
Before Remy is really aware of what he’s doing, his hands shoot down so that his fingers can bury themselves in Emile’s curly locks. He tugs at them, trying to get Emile’s tongue deeper, when he suddenly realizes his mistake, and his hands fly out of Emile’s hair like he’s been burned. Emile pulls away, mouth and chin shiny with his spit and Remy’s slick.
“Am I going to have to tie you down, baby?” Emile jokes, but his eyes widen when Remy moans at the words. His expression grows into a smirk, and he lets out a chuckle.
“Let’s save that for a different time… I wanna make sure we set proper limits,” Emile says, and Remy nods in response, hands going back to grip at the pillow. Seeming satisfied with Remy’s response, he lowers himself back down to tease his tongue along Remy’s clit. Remy lets out a wordless whine, head dropping back as he writhes against Emile’s grip. Emile’s tongue teases for a few moments more, until he fully took Remy’s clit into his mouth again. He sucks vigorously, the sloppy, wet sounds sending pleasure rocketing through Remy’s veins. He’s so lost in the sensation that he hadn’t even realized Emile had moved one of his hands until his fingers were teasing at his entrance.
“Oh god, yes, please- want your fingers!” Remy pleads, hands clenching the pillow tighter. Emile obliges, and slips one finger into Remy with little resistance, considering how worked up he had gotten. He pumps it in and out slowly, contrasting with the intense attention he’s giving Remy’s clit. He gradually ramps up the pace, eventually adding a second finger.
Remy suddenly cries out when a bolt of pleasure rockets up his spine, and it takes all of his willpower to keep his hands gripping the pillow. Emile pulls away to chuckle and meet Remy’s gaze. He presses his fingers in deeper, right against Remy’s g-spot, and Remy finds himself fighting Emile’s grip again, trying to get more sensation as he moans unabashedly.
“Do you have any idea how hot you sound? How gorgeous you look, all laid out for me? My good boy,” Emile murmurs, thrusting his fingers again.
“F-fuck, Em!” Remy moans, voice coming out mildly strangled- both from the praise and Emile’s fingers.
“And you taste exquisite,” Emile says, nearly purring as he lowers himself to lap at Remy’s clit again. He sucks it into his mouth once more, and between that and his fingers thrusting faster, Remy could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching.
“Nngh- fuck, Em, Emile, please- I’m so close!” Remy cries out, fingers digging into the pillow and eyes squeezing shut. When he opens them again, Emile is gazing up at him, a blazing, passionate fire in his eyes, and that is what does Remy in. He comes around Emile’s fingers with a drawn out moan of his name, his whole body trembling. He vaguely registers Emile pulling his fingers free (and if Remy let out a whimper because of it, that was his business), and he crawls up to first kiss his cheek, then peck a quick kiss to his lips.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Emile asks, running the fingers of his clean hand through Remy’s hair.
“Hun, I told you that I want your cock inside me and one mind-blowing orgasm isn’t gonna change that,” Remy huffs. Emile laughs and kisses Remy again, this time longer, deeper, and messier as Remy tastes himself on Emile’s tongue.
“Lemme get undressed so you can catch your breath, okay sweetheart?” Emile says with a giggle, clambering off of Remy and loosening his tie further. Once the tie is off, then comes the cardigan, his white button down- and soon enough, Emile is in his naked glory, and Remy shamelessly lets his eyes travel up and down Emile’s body. Emile flushes at the attention, but grins and makes his way back to the bed. He lays himself over Remy once more, kissing him softly but still deep and dirty at the same time. Remy moans into Emile’s mouth, subtly grinding his hips up into Emile’s.
“Easy, baby, gotta grab a condom first,” Emile murmurs against his lips, leaning over to their bedside table and blindly fumbling in the drawer until he grabs a condom with a victorious sound. He sits up and tears the packet open, then rolls the condom on. He lays over Remy once more, one hand braced next to Remy’s head while the other helps guide his cock to Remy’s slick folds.
“Emile!” Remy gasps out.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” Emile asks, teasingly rocking his hips forwards so that the head of his cock just barely dips in before trailing back out.
“Nngh- yes, please!” Remy groans, hips involuntarily jerking up. Emile chuckles, and with that, pushes his cock in. He goes slow, but there is little resistance as he slides home, Remy feeling so full and body shuddering as Emile’s length fits inside him so perfectly.
“G-god, Remy! You feel so good around me, so hot and wet and perfect,” Emile groans out, leaning down to capture Remy’s lips with his own as he slowly rolls his hips. Remy moans into the kiss, hands scrabbling at Emile’s hair, shoulders, back, impossibly trying to draw him in closer.
“You really are handsy today, aren’t you?” Emile chuckles when he breaks the kiss. Remy smirks, rolling his hips up into Emile’s thrusts.
“Maybe you should do something about it,” he says cheekily. Emile giggles and takes Remy’s hands in his own, gently intertwining their fingers together and pressing his hands to the pillow on either side of his head.
“How’s this work for you, baby?” Emile murmurs.
“Mmm, it’s almost perfect, but weren’t you doing something? Specifically me?” Remy huffs, squirming his hips to try and get Emile deeper.
“Pushy,” Emile teases, slowly pulling out to the tip before slamming in again, causing Remy to arch and cry out. Emile attaches his lips to Remy’s neck as he slowly builds up the pace, leaving Remy a babbling, moaning mess.
“Ungh- Em, Emile!” Remy cries out when Emile sucks a particularly dark mark into his skin. Emile shows some mercy on his neck, and pulls away to look Remy in the eyes, the heat in his gaze almost overwhelming.
“God, I love the sound of your voice, the way you scream my name- my good boy,” Emile gasps out, sounding about as wrecked as Remy feels. It’s almost too much- with Emile on top of him, pinning him down with his hands and his gaze, and with him deep inside of Remy, praising him all the while- and suddenly Remy is aware of tears gathering in his eyes… maybe it was too much. He doesn’t really want Emile to stop, but something was- he couldn’t place it, but-
“Remy? Sweetheart, talk to me,” Emile says, concern in his eyes as he lets go of one of Remy’s hands to brush a tear away.
“I- I just got a little overwhelmed, that’s all,” Remy says, beginning to full-on cry despite his assurances to Emile.
“Was it me pinning you down? I knew we should’ve waited until we talked it out more…” Emile trails off, looking guilty.
“No! It was good, at first. I- I think it just became too much when y-you were looking at me, and uh… complimenting me,” Remy admits, cheeks tinging pink with embarrassment. Concern mixes with the guilt in Emile’s expression, and he gently brushes a thumb across Emile’s cheek. Despite the confusing mess of emotions, Remy feels a jolt of arousal at the simple touch.
“Sweetheart… you aren’t being mean to my boyfriend, are you?” Emile asks, raising an eyebrow. Remy sighs and rolls his eyes.
“Babes, I know I can be an insecure bitch sometimes, but I like it when you- you say nice things about me. You know I have a praise kink, you use it against me constantly,” Remy teases.
“I do not! And you’re not a bitch,” Emile protests.
“You do, and you’re right- I’m your bitch,” Remy says in a near purr.
“Remy,” Emile admonishes, but flushes all the same.
“It’s true! I like being yours, now stop beating yourself up for making me cry. I just had too much of a good thing,” Remy says with a wink. Emile huffs out a laugh, and Remy admires his blush growing deeper.
“Do you want to keep going? It’s okay if you want to stop, but if you’re up for continuing, I think we should try something different,” Emile suggests, peaking Remy’s interest.
“I definitely want to keep going… what do you have in mind?” Remy asks, eyebrow raised.
“Do you think it would help if you could set the pace?” Emile asks, and Remy shivers.
“You- you mean like riding you?” he gasps out. Emile doesn’t reply at first, instead shifting to wrap his arms around Remy’s waist and rolling them over- his cock staying firmly buried in Remy, but the angle shifts slightly and causes Remy to let out a long drawn-out moan.
“Something like that,” Emile says, voice low and sending shivers down Remy’s spine.
“Ohhhh- fuck, Emile,” Remy gasps out, shifting so that he’s more or less sitting up in Emile’s lap.
“I’m hoping you’ll get to that, yes,” Emile teases. Remy huffs out a mildly irritated breath, bracing his hands on Emile’s chest and rising his hips up before bringing them down again. Emile thrusts up to meet him with a moan, hands flying up to grip at Remy’s hips.
“Oh- sh-shoot, sorry, is that okay?” Emile asks breathily, hands loosening their grip slightly.
“You can grab at me, babes… you’re gonna need something to hold on to,” Remy replies with a grin, lifting his hips up again and then slamming them down, setting a brutal pace. Emile’s hips snap up to meet each thrust, nails digging in at Remy’s hips as he holds on for dear life.
“Ohhhh, baby, Remy! I’m so close, you feel so good, so hot-” Emile cries out, sentence cutting off with a moan. Remy lets out a groan, leaning down to kiss Emile, letting him buck his hips up into Remy. Emile moans into his mouth, thrusting faster as he let one hand release his hip and trail down to his clit. He rubs at it firmly, causing Remy to break away from the kiss and cry out as he comes around Emile. The feeling of Remy pulsing and shuddering around him, combined with a few sharp thrusts up, draws out Emile’s orgasm as well. He moans out Remy’s name, rolling his hips up to help both of them along. Remy all but collapses against Emile’s chest, moaning softly.
“Fucking hell… should’ve ridden you sooner,” Remy huffs out, breathless.
“It looked like you were enjoying yourself… maybe I should give it a try once your strap-on comes in,” Emile hums thoughtfully, running a hand through Remy’s slightly sweaty hair. A low whimper escapes Remy’s throat against his will.
“Gurl, you’re gonna kill me at this rate… you can’t just say things like that without giving me a chance to catch my breath before you work me up again,” Remy whines. Emile chuckles, pressing a kiss to Remy’s hair.
“Sorry, sweetheart. As fun as it would be to go again, you tired me out pretty good! Now, do you think you could get off of me so I can get rid of this condom, clean us both up a little bit, and cuddle you properly?” Emile asks. Remy groans dramatically, but he pushes himself up off of Emile’s chest, and lets out a soft moan as he rises up and lets Emile slip out of him. He flops over to the other side of Emile, causing his boyfriend to giggle at his dramatics. He presses a soft kiss to Remy’s cheek before getting up.
“I’ll be right back, okay Remy?” he asks softly.
“M’kay. Love you,” Remy replies with a yawn. Emile chuckles, then leans down to kiss Remy, this time on the mouth.
“Love you too.”
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ooh can you do those same top three questions but for suits and tvd :)
Sure can, nonnie! xx
*Just as a general disclaimer for anyone else who happens to read this: my ship preferences are what they are. I’m simply stating my opinion/preference and am in no way encouraging hate or fights. Discussion is always welcome, of course, but happy vibes here only!
*2020 sucks enough as it is without bringing ship drama into it, you know?
TVD
Top 3 seasons:
-1, 2, and 3 without an ounce of hesitation. This was when the show was at its peak in storytelling, characterization, ship development, magic/mythology etc.
Top 3 romantic ships:
-Klaroline. One of my highest echelon ships for reasons I do not need to enumerate; however, I will say what I love about them most is they challenge as well as complement each other in beautifully rich, convoluted ways. Their back and forth is ridiculously entertaining, too!
-Kalijah. They have spice, and angst, and forbidden love, and 500+ years of cat-and-mouse chasing and I will be over here bitter about them for eternity!
-Forwood. *excuse me while I cry over “until we find a way” for a few hours* These two went through so much to be together! Their progressive arc in s2-s3 is still one of my favorites.
*I’m Swiss neutral when it comes to Stelena and Delena, I vacillate between both ships at different times so they’re not included in my top 3. I’m an anomalous TVD shipper, a true outlier, what can I say?
Top 3 platonic ships:
-Klelijah. Klaus and Elijah have an incredibly dense, fraught brotherly dynamic. Something about their ancient ties and 1,000-year bond is gripping. There’s so much spoken and unspoken subtext between them. So many unresolved “somethings.” Plus, it’s no secret that I adore the Originals and all they add to the TVD-verse.
-Klebekah. Klaus and Rebekah sparkle, they sizzle, any time they’re on-screen together. Just the sheer depth of feeling and betrayal and angst they emanate is so entertaining to watch. Don’t get me started on the whole “I loved you more than anyone and you didn’t even care” scene because I get emotional.
-Defan. Stefan and Damon are another complex sibling relationship on the show. Throw into the mix that they find themselves in love with same woman, not once, but twice, and whew! I love the flashbacks we get of them throughout history as well.
*Gotta give shoutouts to my other favorite, though moderately less well-developed, brotps here: Carenzo, Katholine, Rebekoline, and Baroline. *chef’s kiss*
Top 3 characters:
-Caroline Forbes
-Klaus Mikaelson
-Katherine Pierce
Top 3 plotlines you’d change/erase if you could:
-THE BABY PLOTS ! ! ! BOTH OF THEM!!!!!!!!! (I’m talking Klaus/Haley and their tribrid baby and Caroline’s surrogacy/pregnancy with the Gemini twins.) I apologize for my overemphasized caps + exclamation points here, but I loathe these storylines with every fiber of my being. I can’t help it. More often than not, I like to pretend they don’t exist lololol.
-How they handled the beginning of Stefan and Caroline’s romantic relationship was...icky. Like, while Liz was dying? Really? Then she turns off her humanity because he “rejects” her. Again, REALLY? I have major issues with the overall portrayal of them as a couple - particularly with the relationship imbalances as well as the insecurities they heightened instead of tamped out in each other - but the inception of it all is what kills me. Especially because I am a huge proponent of friends-to-lovers ships...and the writers really dropped the ball with them, imo. I’m a multishipper at heart so the disappointment I harbor is PALATABLE.
-The Cure storyline and the Travelers storyline. Didn’t like either of them. They have equal “could’ve been loads better” billing.
Top 3 episodes you’d take to a deserted island:
-3x14, Dangerous Liaisons. LISTEN. This is my favorite episode of the entire series. There’s a ball, there’s blood-tinged champagne, there’s duplicity and romance and drama. All the Mikaelsons are under the same roof, for crying out loud! It’s gold!
-2x07, Masquerade. This one because of my girl, Katherine Pierce, the biggest, baddest bitch of all. She’s a saucy little minx the entire masquerade only to end up locked in the tomb. I just...love it.
-The Klaroliner in me is screaming 4x23, Graduation because being on a deserted island without having access to Klaus’s iconic “however long it takes” declaration would be insupportable. However, a case could be made for either 3x20, Do Not Go Gentle because I am trash for the decade dances, and that one’s my favorite, OR 3x22, The Departed because that is one hell of a season finale!
Suits
Top 3 seasons:
-Season 2. Mike’s secret out of the bag? Them all working together to fight against the merger? Donna shredding evidence to protect Harvey? Daniel fucking Hardman? *thumbs up*
-Season 5. FIREWORKS. Donna’s working for Louis, Harvey’s in therapy, Mike gets arrested/goes on trial, Zane family drama. Exquisite stuff
-Season 3 or Season 1. Don’t make me choose between them, please. 🙏🏻
Top 3 romantic ships:
-Darvey. I mean, OBVIOUSLY. These two idiots had me from the pilot. I knew the moment Donna said “I also took care of that. we’ve been married for the last 7 years” that I was on the precipice of falling into another long, beautiful, up-to-their-chins-in-pining, slow sloooooow burn ships. Granted, I didn’t think it’d take 8 seasons for them to get together lololol but I don’t regret a damn thing!
-Mike and Rachel. They’re adorable together, they truly love each other. Also, can we talk about how they’re a steady couple for most-ish of the show? They have drama, sure, but they work through most of it together. As a unit. THAT’S A BIG DEAL. It’s like going through the canon drive thru and actually getting (most) of what you ordered.
-Louis and Sheila. This is a couple who makes me laugh uproariously AND feel all the emotions. I mean, will I ever forget Louis dropping to one knee in the hospital with his ass cheeks hanging out? NO. Will I ever get over Shelia’s pregnant feet being too fat to fit into her Cinderella glass slippers? NOT ON YOUR LIFE. Will I blubber like an emo sap whenever they finally reconcile/get their happy ending? YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT.
Top 3 platonic ships:
-Mike and Harvey. They have a connection from the beginning but I love seeing how much they rub off on one another, how much deeper their bond grows over the course of the show. Their movie references are always a delight, too. *cries: it’s so beautiful*
-Donna and Louis. Their relationship is so important to me. Like?!?!?!? They have so many fantastic one-on-one moments together - some that make your sides ache with laughter, others that prick your eyes with emotion and tears. Even though it kills me when Donna leaves Harvey to work for Louis, I can’t help but love it too because he fanboys all over her. GIVE DONNA ALL THE LOVE AND APPRECIATION SHE DESERVES.
-Harvey and Louis because they have a formative and/or impactful dynamic. They mostly respect each other but there’s a lot of animosity between them. Makes for such good TV!
Top 3 characters:
-Donna Paulsen aka Fashion Goddess of NYC (can I have all of her outfits? for real) and the Reigning Queen of Sass (who also happens to be the reigning queen of my heart as well). The entire firm would have fallen into collapse without her, FULL STOP.
-Harvey Specter. I have a penchant for stoic, inscrutable, emotionally constipated, on-the-borderline-of-asshole characters and boy did I hit the jackpot with this one!
-This one was hard, but I’m going to go with Louis Litt because his character evolution is amazing! He’s so unlikable at times, what with his competitive streak and anger/jealousy issues, but then there’s this whole other side to him that’s sensitive and vulnerable and sweet. You can’t help but root for him, you know? (Even when you want to punch him right in the nose lol.)
Top 3 plotlines you’d change/erase if you could:
-Harvey giving Paula the credit for why he reconciled with his mother, when it was actually because of Donna. They retcon/fix this in the narrative in s9 but it still bugs me in the moment. I can’t let it go. So sue me.
-Pearson Hardman’s “Harvard Only” hiring law. Not only is it ridiculous and discriminatory but no way in hell would you even be able to implement such a thing in today’s world. Nor should you be able to do so. Diversity is important!
-I wasn’t crazy about the Mike prison storyline but, at the same time, he had to serve out penance for the whole fraud business??? So yeah.
Top 3 episodes you’d take to a deserted island:
-2x07, Sucker Punch. THE MOCK TRIAL, AHHHHHHH. Louis grills Donna about Harvey within an inch of her life. I can hear his inflection during his stream of “do you love Harvey Specter, do you love Harvey Specter” in my head. It is so effing tense in that conference room, I DIE.
3x06, The Other Time. I am all about this flashback episode, okay? It opens Pandora’s box on all things past!Darvey and also shows us how Mike gets thrown out of school.
-8x16, Harvey. If you think I’d willingly retreat to a deserted island without having access to that Darvey love epiphany/love actualization scene then you are kidding yourself! I still blast “Love is Mystical” on full volume just to daydream about that swooping-through-the-apartment-door smooch sometimes. *fans self*
#anonymous#replies#the loveliest of lovely people#ashlee bree talks tvd and suits#i officially want to rewatch suits now anon#so thank you for that#long post#i didn't mean to blab this much#whoops
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fic writer tag game
i was tagged by @dannybagpipesarecalling ! thank ya
fandoms: uhhh mostly x-men, the dark crystal, kinda bnha too and my middle school favs that i never truly grew out of Homestuck/Creepypasta. Im mostly active in x-men as of now and like dannybagpipes im really into Excalibur and catching up on a lot of the comics 0V0
number of fics: 1 lmaoo, i writer down my daydreams for potential comic script but they’re bad and suuuper unfiltered/edited.
fic i spent the most time on: desert winds of course, despite being a lil old thing. It took me abt an hour to write bc my ipad was charging n i was bored. Bead au would take the lead if i could get more of it done >:T
fic i spent the least time on: uhhh Queens bath? the new lil saucy drabble im working on but having a hard time bc WOW, i get flustered easier than i actually thought. Words are harder to write then drawing lines on a canvas
longest fic: actually this goes to that fanfic i wrote for my friends in 7th grade it was a slice of life of us living together casually, haven’t touched it since but it deffo is my longest fic
shortest fic: dfjdjdjjd middle school fanfic for the win again, this 800 word lil smut thing i wrote for my friend, it was between her and a naruto character and it was very badly written i can assure you
most hits: desert winds at 23 hits (what do those mean?)
most kudos: desert winds at 4 kudos :D
most comments: desert winds with 6! super proud, and i got a comment from a mystery user? love it
most bookmarks: desert winds, 1 (whoever u are ily)
total word count: 1,354
fav fic i wrote: definitely desert winds, ive never gotten so much feedback before :v
fic you wanna rewrite or expand on: uhhh desert winds ig, there still a lot of thing i don’t know abt writing and my learning disorder makes it hard to learn basic stuff so when i actually do get better at writing and understand things im deffo gonna rewrite everything i ever wrote
share a wip or story idea you’re planning on: well my bead au, still trying to get that done, im trying to make at LEAST one page 10k long, its my bare minimum and boy do i gotta long way to go. Another wip i think is something i did a long time ago (2017-18 i think) and i called it my “Pink diamond au” bc it was somewhat like pinks arc in su but instead it was abt kitty being a powerful/bratty princess whos also inhumanly tall (bc pink diamond/pearl dynamic ig) with a special bodyguard (kurt) whos somewhat strict and technically prince of a kingdom but since he was like more than a 5th son became a knight/paladin and how kitty suddenly became queen of a whole world and inherited amazing god-powers as a half celestial queen and struggled to rule and not be manipulated by others (azazel, belasco and mephisto who all have their own kingdoms) and how shes young/naive and just wanna do whats right and gets weirdass marriage proposals from kings/queens shes never even heard of, it was very high fantasy-ish and i definitely wanna do more with it.
tagging: uhhh @kurtty-drabbles if you haven’t done it yet? im afraid everyone i know has been tagged already :’)
#fanfiction#fanfic#bead au#pd au#im obsession with su got outta hand#resulting in the pd au#sorry#might start writing stuff down for it and make it a concrete au#but idk#im bad at detailed/long writing#and dialogue#god so much dialogue
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The Thrilling and Tragic Tale of Elizabeth Bright
a draw my bitlife episode based on the series by series by lavendertowne on youtube.
content warning: some adult themes, such as sex, drug abuse, and death. also, one slightly nsfw-ish image (undies).
proceed with caution.
Elizabeth is born on September 29th in Oklahoma City to parents Pierre and Grace Smelley. A beautiful, bouncing baby girl, she is immediately loved by all who meet her. The same can be said for her younger sisters, Alexa and Amaya. Her parents are genetic masterpieces, for never was there a trio so smart, healthy, and freakishly attractive as the Smelley sisters. Here's their first portrait as a full family:
Elizabeth ages as well as any other beautiful and wealthy child. Her father rules the household with an iron fist, and her mother with a silk glove. Because of this, she manages to balance a strict work ethic at school with her after school job and duties at home. Her baby and petsitting business are the highest reviewed in the city. When her own pet - a cat named Cleo - falls ill with a number of incurable illnesses and dies at a young age, she only throws herself deeper into her work.
Her beauty becomes more pronounced with every passing year. In ninth grade, she is asked out by the most popular and handsome boy in her class, Malik Bright. In three years, they will graduate together, and in another three years, they will be married. They are a beautifully matched couple, and though Elizabeth will eventually outlive him, she will never love anyone as much as she loved him.
When Elizabeth turns 22, she steps into the poRN BUSINESS, BABEYYY! It starts as a way to earn enough money to pay for her degree at dance school, but she finds a genuine love for the industry. She learns to write the most titilating, salATIOUS pornos. Her husband supports her wholeheartedly, not least because it leads to some... interesting activities in the bedroom, and also because neither of them can complain about the numbers in their bank account. All of this sex leads to the birth of a handsome baby boy, Trayvon Bright, who is just as beautiful as his parents.
Apparently Elizabeth wore her pregnancy well, because it leads to a promotion. Her boss is thrilled with her ability to write and direct a saucy scene, and wants her to switch from camera woman... to cum woman ;). She's finally able to put her hard earned degree in dancing to good use. She's ecstatic, but she can't help repeating a prayer as she rises to fame - PLEASE let my son be gay, PLEASE let my son be gay...
Unfortunately, her newfound fame pollutes her in much the same way that an otter gives birth to an orca - messily, painfully, and with a boatload of drugs. She gets the VIP service at every nightclub, which involves adderall nitrous oxide and lots and lots of alcohol. She begins worrying over her physical beauty in a way she never has before. When one of her several topless photoshoots is received less positively than others, she turns to plastic surgery. After a botched boob job, she gets even more bad press in the form of a messy lawsuit with her surgeon. Although she does win the suit, her boobs will never be the same. She remembers them in her first ever book, a memoir titled "A Tale of Two Titties: Elizabeth." To make matters worse, she also becomes more and more estranged from her family. She fights more and more often with her youngest sister Amaya, but the tables really begin to turn when Amaya, in a fit of rage, whacks Elizabeth's recovering nipple with a rolling pin. Elizabeth has had enough, and she takes her sister Amaya to court as well. She barely wins enough money in the case to settle the court fees, but it's a big enough "fuck you" that Amaya refuses, from that point on, to ever speak to Elizabeth again. And the Smelley family takes her side - her mother and father, her sister Alexa, and her niece and nephews all cut her off faster than you can say "Out, damned spot!" Life now in shambles, Elizabeth splits all her time between her fame, her husband, and her son. She leans on Malik now more than ever.
But poor Elizabeth can't have anything good anymore. Her husband is fucking KIDNAPPED and held for a ransom of $360,000. Fearing they'll kill him if she involves the police, Elizabeth quietly and quickly pays the ransom. But Malik is never returned to her, and she is forced to mourn his loss when he is legally announced dead. This is the true turning point in Elizabeth's life. At the age of forty-seven, she gives up her career in the porn industry and falls down a long, lonely depressive spiral. She takes her five million in savings to the casino and the horse races, hoping that losing her fortune in one foul swoop will make her feel alive again, but she only manages to double her money. She fights with her family openly, and is even assaulted by her father when she goes too far. Elizabeth is taken over by a blinding rage. Her husband, her true love, is dead. Her sisters will never forgive her for what she has put them through. Her mother dies of esophageal cancer. Clearly, any hopes of returning to a happy family are gone, so Elizabeth does the only thing she can do.
She pushes her father down the stairs and murders him.
She only lives a few years longer than him. She tries more drugs, gets more plastic surgery, sues some more people. Then, finally, at the age of 59 she finds a briefcase full of opium and consumes it in its entirety, thus ending the torturous life of Elizabeth Bright.
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stir fry (veg)
im absolutely free-associating as i write this recipe so have fun reading all this - i hope you like parenthetical tangents!
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total time: not gonna lie to you, this takes most of the day. absolute MINIMUM like 45 min. but! you can do it piece-meal so its not all ur time/energy at once
makes: ~4 servings (but really 1 if you’re me)
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ingredients:
1 block extra firm tofu, pressed (i use old textbooks because i spent too much money on them not to get any use out of them)
3 tbsp corn starch
3 tbsp vegetable oil
1/3 cup white rice
1 egg
1 broccoli crown
1 zucchini
1 yellow squash
1/3 cup shredded carrots (or carrot chips, yum)
1 tbsp soy sauce
salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, paprika, liquid smoke, and red chili flakes
sesame seeds for garnish
OPTIONAL (but is it?):
1 tbsp mayo
1/2 tbsp ketchup
1/4 tbsp sugar
same seasonings as above
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how to:
ok fasten ur seatbelts, this one is gonna be a little complicated to read but i promise its not bad when ur actually doing it. i think of it in sections - tofu, rice, veggies, then combine it. makes it a lot more manageable!
for the tofu, rinse it, wrap it in paper towels (or regular towels? sometimes i do both) and let gravity press it for you while you go for your impressive fourth rewatch of new girl. after you get sick of waiting for your tofu to press, cut it into 1″ cubes (ish. do i know what 1″ cubes look like? almost certainly not. go with your gut). combine corn starch and oil together, along with your spices. be generous with your spices, some of the flavor will get lost in the bake. coat ur tofu pieces in the corn starch-oil-seasoning paste and place on a baking sheet. i like to cook mine at 425F for 25 min. this gets it extra crispy, which im obsessed with. also i coat it in kung pao sauce or whatever i have on hand, but theyre still good plain. i bake the tofu while i cut the veggies and cook the rice. speaking of,
for the rice, just steam it according to the directions on the bag (typically 2:1 water:rice ratio, steam for 15 min). props to you if you have a rice cooker, this broke bitch does not. and if you cant boil rice, they make minute rice u can cook in the microwave or whatever. i think that has the texture and taste of play-doh but if thats ur speed, do you ig. really you should refrigerate it after boiling it for it to be true “stir fry” (apparently) but who has the time for that? as soon as cooked food hits my fridge, you may as well throw it in the garbage bc im never touching that shit again. set the steamed rice aside while you do the veggies
for the veggies, cut em :) pretty much thats it. throw some seasoning on it if ur feeling saucy, which i often am. toss them in a wok pan on medium-high heat with some butter (or your preferred vegan alternative) until theyre cooked down like 85% of the way. theyll still retain some residual heat and cook even after you’ve taken them off the stovetop. set aside while you fry the rice
when frying the rice, you need a LOT of butter. more than you think. probably at least a quarter stick (sucks if ur on the west coast with those weird sized butter sticks). toss that and your rice in the same wok you just used to cook the veggies and add your soy sauce. if youre not vegan, add in your egg and scramble it up. you can be one of those people that adds peas to your rice but really.... why would you do that. cook the rice til its done :) i know i could be more helpful but see i dont think i can here. eating it before its done wont kill you, it just might be a gross sensation in your mouth texture-wise
tofu should be done baking by now, so really you just need to combine ur veggies, tofu, and rice in the wok for a quick stir and then serve it. top with sesame seeds.
OPTIONAL (but seriously, no it’s not):
combine the optional ingredients above to make that quintessential japanese mayo sauce (it feels idiotic to call it yum-yum sauce but alas, i don’t really know what else to call it). i love to dip the tofu in it or mix it in to the rice because im one of those clowns that eats one thing at a time (veggies first, then tofu, then rice).
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what i love:
ive always loved going out to eat at those hibachi places where they cook the shit right in front of you and do the little tricks with the onion volcano, etc. but a) those are expensive and b) god how strange would it be to go to one of those alone?? so i decided i would make it at home and you know what bitch i did that
this might be the most involved recipe ive posted and it does in fact go against the initial purpose of this blog to post easy and somewhat healthy recipes to stave off depression but i promise, if you can do even half the shit i told you to here, you can basically conquer the world. or at least your subdivision. and youll have all the energy to do that and more bc you hit all your major food groups! what!
you can totally add chicken or ? idk pork or shrimp or whatever your preferred protein is in place of (or in addition to) the tofu. im vegetarian so ive completely lost the knowledge of how to cook meat whoops
what i hate:
one time i made this and went to brush my teeth because it was bed time and there were maggots on my toothbrush and in my bathroom sink ???? ive never seen maggots there before or since, so i dont know if i got some sus vegetables or rice or if i completely hallucinated that but wow that was. an experience for sure. dont let that deter you from making this though! i doubt it had anything to do with my cooking
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okay, but Kingdom Hearts karaoke
So here’s this AU idea that @scoobysnack1107 and I created while DJ-ing
Our fav characters from Kingdom Hearts singing karaoke! I’ll give a brief list (in no particular order) of what we have so far:
Terra: that guy who unexpectedly sings like Frank Sinatra - a signature voice
Aqua: the one willing to get up and sing the first song to get the party started
Sora: the happy-go-lucky guy who forces all his pals into singing “Friends in Low Places” by Garth Brooks. Will sing anything that involves gestures/involvement
Riku: too shy to sing upon his own volition, but when he does, he’s blushing the whole time
Kairi: sings to Taylor Swift, Spears, Fifth Harmony, Spice Girls, etc. Belts out long notes, successfully or unsuccessfully
Naminé: is usually dragged on stage by Kairi to sing duets
Roxas and Ventus: anything Jesse McCartney
Vanitas: saucy songs, sketchy dance moves and “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley. anything to troll the others
Xigbar/Braig: songs from the Beach Boys and any other coastal punk songs (even though he’d be like a wannabe punk-ish fossil)
Demyx: Paramore, Green Day, and anything where he can improv on his sitar
Luxord: anything by the Beatles
Axel/Lea: Pitbull’s “Fireball”, Jerry Lee Lewis “Great Balls of Fire”....basically anything that has to do with fire
I know it’s not everyone (that’d be a website of its own) but like I said, this is what we have so far. If anyone wants to try their hand at drawing this AU, please, by all means go right ahead! It’d be fun to see what you come up with!
#kh#kingdom hearts#AU#Roxas#Namine#Ventus#Aqua#Terra#Riku#Sora#Kairi#Vanitas#Demyx#Organization XIII#Axel#Luxord#kareoke#karaoke#singing#night out#wayfinder trio#destiny trio#sea salt trio#Xigbar#music#Jesse McCartney#taylor swift#Paramore#Green Day#Beatles
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