#taking liberties

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Elvis Costello & The Attractions - Tiny Steps (1978)

I'm thinking that Elvis left this off This Year's Model cause it's kind of creepy. I'm honestly not even sure what it's about, but many of the lyrics are unsettling.

Oh, she's almost human beneath that Cuban heel

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

Niles & Daphne in (8x05) Taking Liberties

[thirtytwoelvismovies]

Tonight’s records.

[i-lovethatforme]

For the blurd 💦 🤎 🔥 

hi! <3 i did one of these recently (ish it's so v light on the slow burn don't at me!) so here's a blurb from a similar type of fic! (it's based on bridgerton s2 which no isn't out yet but we move xxxxx)

💦 sleeping together for the first time

🤎 royal x commoner

🔥 slow burn

Michelle knows he’ll walk straight past her. He has to. There’s no reason at all for him to stop and talk, to touch her in the way her body aches for. It’s a little pathetic how badly she wants him to. How she wants Peter to claim her in front of the guards, to stop and kiss her in all the ways she’s dreamt of even though he’s destined for her sister. It would do nothing but cause a scandal, obviously. But she can’t help the way her heart flutters at the thought and if the small smile that graces Peter’s face is anything to go by - she guesses he heard it.

Michelle would tell her sister not to get so invested so soon. To keep her dignity intact because once you become foolish over a man in public, there’s no going back. But her thoughts do nothing to stop the way her eyes drop to his lips as he walks towards her. They do nothing to stop the way her fingers flex as he passes without a word. The only solace she has is that she felt his fingers move too.

[abbaswift]

i’ve stolen my neighbour’s cat

[canalstreetbaker]

Prompt #17: Fade

The Glittering City of Ul’dah

Four weeks after the Liberation of Ala Mhigo

It was another early morning, and Del had decided on another tray of apple tarts in addition to his normal regimen.  

He felt more and more refreshed every day after the Warrior of Light had broken the Garlean stranglehold on his homeland, and the baker felt the old pains on body and soul fading with every sunrise.  In thanks to the Warrior of Light, he baked, he fed, and he set refugees on the path back home with a basket of supplies and stern advice on the paths they would walk.

“It will not be easy,” Del told every family of Ala Mhigans with naught but rags, bare feet, cracked hands, and a hearty meal, “But you will persevere.  Watch your step in the Shroud and pass as quickly as you can.  Not due to danger; simply because staying more than an eve or two is more trouble than it’s worth.”

Despite his meditations and the teachings of the Fists of Rhalgr that defined his early life, it was only now after Ortulf and his friends fought and schemed and adventured their way into making Eorzea safe in the best way they knew how that Del felt at peace.  His strife, too, faded and the question that had defined his existence had been answered.

Why are you here?

“Because I am happy here,” the aging baker said to himself as he trod the familiar stones in his establishment, warm against his bare feet.  His icing bags were arranged with care and the alembic the Alchemist’s Guild had procured for him was a great boon in maintaining the temperature of certain mixtures so exciting new recipes could be developed.  

Perhaps I shall return to Gyr Abania and teach the young ones the way of the Hand, Del thought as he gently massaged the filling whipped from fresh cream, sweetened with sugar and flavored with rare vanilla.  His pastry had become more elegant since Ortulf had left for Ishgard some years before, and such confections sold much faster than his normal rolls and loaves.  

Perhaps I, too, shall fade from Ul’dah and find contentment in the younger generations.

The bell above his door rung, and the sound of unfamiliar steps echoed on the stones of the bakery.  They did not travel far before master of those feet spoke.

“I am told I may find the best cream horns in the city here,” a musical voice said.

“Just so,” Del replied with a tone warmer than any he had ever possessed before this day.  “Welcome.”

Then again, perhaps not.  A content heart, too, is important.

[renee-writer]

Hitman Chapter 7 Taking Liberties

Explicit

His brain froze but his body didn’t. He is kissing an angel, feeling her lips move over his, feeling that luxurious arse under his hands. He needs to stop without hurting her, is what his mind is saying. His body though, pulls her closer. Her moans and keens are heavenly. But, he has to stop this.

He moved away and stares deep into those whisky eyes. ‘’ God, I am sorry lass. I didn’t mean to take liberties.’’

‘’You aren't. I want you.’’ He has to get some distance. He stands and takes a few steps away.

‘’You wouldn’t if you knew me. I am not a good man.’’

‘’You are a good man. I've seen it.’’

‘’I am nae good man! A good man wilna take liberties with a brand new widow!’’ he calls out, desperate to convince her. Because he still wants her and isn’t sure if he has the strength to stay away.

‘’Isn’t that for me to judge. And, my marriage was over before he died. I was going to file for divorce. You have nothing to feel guilty about'' She stands up and moves over to him. Her eyes are dark with warring anger and desire. ‘’ I stopped loving Frank years ago.’’ She pokes him in the chest.

He grabs her and pushes her against the wall. ‘’I don’t have relationships.’’ He growls, ‘’ I pay women to take them like a brute. Is that what you want? Does that make me a good man?’’

‘’I wouldn’t mind. I might even like it.’’ She counters.

She is so beautiful, so brave and strong. So f*doing good! He can smell the desire coming off her. He is lost. He lowers his head and forces his mouth open in a brutal kiss. She pushes back, moaning louder and clawing at his arm. Christ! He jerks her clothes off, down to her bra and panties before stripping down to his boxers. He throws her over his shoulder and carries her into her room. He lowers her on the bed. She lays there, with a smile, in the moonlight, waiting on him. He lowers himself on top of her.

She gives as good as she gets. Clawing and biting. He rips her bra off and suckles her so hard he takes half her breast in. She calls out his name as her nails rip down his back. When he moves to the other one, she bites his shoulder. ‘’I need you. Now!’’ She cries out as she jerks against his erection. He pulls the last layers off and enters her with a force that presses her against the headboard. He pounds into her as she clings to him, matching him wave after wave. She screams out his name, God's name as she clamps around him. A thrust later, he joins her. He moans hers.

She falls asleep wrapped around him. ‘’Tha gaol agam ORT aingeal.’’ He whispers against he hair. Oh, he is in trouble but, at that point, is to relaxed to care. He sleep in peace in her arms.

He wakes to her kissing up his thigh and then licking up his cock. She is stroking him and licking him. He keeps his eyes closed as she continues. This is new. He never stayed as he pays his dates by the hour. He has to pay more or force the lasses to do what she is doing. She is willing and enjoying it. Then her warm sweet mouth was over him. It brings a feeling of deep joy, both physically and emotionally. Peace and joy that he hadn't felt in years. He feels his bawls contract and he climaxes with a loud shout. She is smiling and her light, lights up his dark heart. She gets a drink of water.

‘’My turn.’’ He whispers before laying her down and kissing down her body. He loves on those wonderful breast before working down to her honeypot. Jesus does she taste good! He opens her up and twirls his tongue around her clit. He doesn’t do this either. With the other lasses, it is only about his pleasure. Sometimes they cum too but not intentionally. But, he longs to bring her pleasure. To make her feel as good as she had him, or better.

‘’Jamie, oh Jamie please!’’ she cries out as she starts to be pulled apart. He waits until she comes back down before pulling her back over the edge again, and then again. He then kissed back up her body before retaken her mouth.

They spend that morning exploring each other. He was gone. He knows he must tell her the truth. Must tell her all about himself. But not today.

[jtargaryen18]

Ooo his mother 👀 Does she know? And I thought he was the one who murdered Harlan? Switched the meds and burned down the lab.

Hey, thank you for writing. 🙏

In the film (spoiler alert), yep, Ransom did all that. 

In THIS story? I’m changing it up. Everything that happened in the movie up to Marta walking in to address the Thrombeys to admit her supposed guilt in Harlan’s death and Blanc cutting her off, still in effect. At that point, Blanc pulled Marta into the study. And that’s where any tie to the film ends.

Here, at that point, Ransom fled the house and went to find our reader. From there? See if you can guess who did it. 🔪🔪🔪