Your hosts encounter the 1960 "erotic horror" film ET MOURIR DE PLAISIR (LE SANG ET LA ROSE) aka AND DIE OF PLEASURE (BLOOD AND ROSES) from director Roger Vadim! But where's the horror? More importantly, where's the eroticism??
please excuse any errors, i wrote this very late at night and did not have time to proofread. i hope you all enjoy it !!! 😎♥️💕
cw: fluff, smut, happy stuff 🫧
wine night wine night wine night
you sent steve to the store to get some cheap wine and cookies so you could watch back to the future together after steve gives you a convoluted and frankly insane summary of the movie. anywho, this man walks into your living room with like five of those martinellis drinks. the sparkly ones that come in the wine bottles.
"steve this is just juice"
"baby it's sparkling juice"
he practically forces you to sit on the couch, putting a blanket over you and then running back into the kitchen to get two wine glasses and strategically place cookies on a plate from his mothers china cabinet. hes coming back with the stupidest, cutest smile on his face and snuggling up next to you. planting a kiss on your temple before pressing play. the movie passes by fairly quickly. frequent questions and outbursts of giggles. youve gone through one of the bottles by the time its over. youre snuggled up to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he traces his thumb back and forth over your hairline.
you could feel his chest, and his arms, god, his arms. so frankly who can blame you when you lift your head off his chest to press your lips to his. a little messily, still disoriented from being in his arms for the past two hours, but still passionate and loving.
and oh how he loves you. he loves feeling you, kissing you, talking to you, looking at you, he loves you. so who can blame him when he kisses you back a little harder, lifting you up by your hips to position you over his thigh. he loves how shy you are, how you dont really know how to articulate what you want. youre fierce, and funny, and he loves you. but with steve, you dont have to be all of those things. he knows you love it when he gets you so needy for him that all your thoughts go out the window, and all you want is him.
so thats how you end up with your face in the crook of his neck, licking and inhaling his scent while he guides your hips back and forth against his lap, leaving a wet stain on his jeans.
"steve,''
"you wanna keep goin' angel?" he lifts your chin, looking in your eyes for any trace of hesitancy. letting you know that he doesnt expect anything from you.
"yes please, please"
"good job honey, ive got you," and hes laying you down on the sofa, pulling his shirt off to make you feel a little more comfortable about him undressing you. you were still fairly new to this. he leans down enough to kiss you and breathe into your neck.
"tell me if you want me to stop okay? or you can tap me a little if you dont want to talk, yeah?"
"i will steve, i love you. thank you for the date. i really, really ,liked it." you made sure to use your words, instead of just moans and whimpers of his name.
and then hes on you, undressing you slowly, kissing all of the skin on the way down. kissing up your thighs and sucking little marks all over the soft skin. fingering open your cunt and making sure youre nice and open for him, all while whispering filthy and loving things in your ear. praising you to the gods.
his pupils are blown out and his hair is tussled from you running your hands through it, and hes looking at you like youre an angel sent down from heaven. he genuinley believes it too.
"takin me so well baby, you think youre ready? mnnph- youre so beautiful, love you so much, gon' take such good care of you doll," his voice is firm, but you can hear the desperation in his voice.
his cock is leaking precum, an angry mauve near the tip. its beautiful and absolutely filthy. holding your hand while he lines you up to his cock, leaning down to kiss your lips, then your forehead as he thrusts into you. long, drawn-out moans coming from both of you as he works himself into you.
"my good girl, takin me so well- fuck- you're so pretty honey, gorgeous, feel so good-"
making love to you, passionate and beautiful and rough.
"steve please, close-close, please, can i ? please steve please"
you asking him to cum makes his head spin slightly, and he holds your hand while he grinds down on your clit.
"cum for me baby, cum on my cock angel." with another kiss to your forehead you snap. like youre in heaven. pure happiness, and love, and steve.
and he finishes soon after, rutting into you and filling you up to the best of his ability.
catching your breath, he slides out of you slowly, holding onto you. a whine left your lips when you felt him pull out.
"i know baby, i know"
more cuddles and giggles and a nice warm washcloth. he strategically dresses you up in a pair of his boxers and a sweater he bought, knowing you would steal it.
Plot: A vindictive chemist creates giant bats to kill his enemies.
Review: Despite Lugosi's presence, this film is imbued with none of his charm. It's too silly to be taken seriously, yet too boring to laugh at.
Year: 1940
Genre: Creature Feature, Sci-Fi Horror
Country: United States
Language: English
Runtime: 1 hour 8 minutes
Director: Jean Yarborough
Writer: John Thomas Neville
Cinematographer: Arthur Martinelli
Editor: Holbrook N. Todd
Composer: David Chudnow
Cast: Bela Lugosi, Suzanne Kaaren, Dave O'Brien, Guy Usher, Yolande Mallot, Donald Kerr
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Story: 1/5 - A terrible combination of stupid, repetitive, and dull. Any camp is negated by stock characters and empty filler.
Performances: 2/5 - Lugosi is sometimes fun to watch in a campy (and weirdly sweaty) way, but everyone else is fairly one-note.
Cinematography: 2.5/5 - Serviceable enough.
Editing: 2/5
Music: 2/5
Effects & Props: 1/5 - Hilariously bad. There's a stuffed bat that swings from a string and screams like R2-D2.
Sets: 3/5 - Most of the sets are generic, but the doctor's lab at least has some personality and dressing.
Costumes, Hair, & Make-Up: 3.5/5 - Just normal clothing, but of good quality.
Recomendo que leia ouvindo "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis
"You still love me, put no one above me
You always go out of your way
To show me that I'm your priority."
— Claro que era uma piada. Quer dizer, em que momento ela cogitou que aquele vídeo estúpido chegaria nele? Gabriel Martinelli. Era impossível. No pretérito imperfeito, era. Seus olhos se arregalaram e a mulher saltou da cama quando aquela maldita notificação surgiu em seu telefone.
O susto foi tão grande que no momento em que Kaka saltou da cama acabou clicando na notificação e abrindo o chat de Gabriel.
– "NÃO! Puta merda, caralho, porra, fudeu!"– A mulher dizia desesperada enquanto encarava a tela do celular.
– "Que porra 'tu 'tá gritando caralho?!"– Babi disse saindo do banheiro da suíte que estava dividindo com a amiga de infância. Ela caminhou até onde o celular estava jogado e viu a mensagem de Gabriel. Um grito seguido de um riso muito alto saiu de seus lábios assim que ela terminou de ler o que Gabriel havia mandado.– "EU AVISEI!"–
– "CARALHO BABI! Não achei que ele 'ia ver! Tipo, ele é ocupado demais, 'né?"– As mãos de Kaka suavam enquanto ela não conseguia tirar os olhos da tela de seu celular. A carioca se jogou na cama e soltou um choro alto enquanto sua amiga ria.
– "Você tem corrida amanhã de tarde, vai dormir!"– Kaka encarou a amiga em descrença. A última preocupação da jovem era a corrida de amanhã, ou de hoje.
– "E o que eu respondo?"– Babi deu de ombros enquanto se deitava na cama ao lado de Kaka e entrava em um sono profundo.
— Depois de cerca de quinze minutos pensando em uma resposta, Kaka optou por uma escolha segura.
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— Assim foi o início do relacionamento de Gabriel e Kaka. No momento a carioca vestia uma camisa do Arsenal da temporada de 74/75, a calça jeans azul clara e o tênis branco em seus pés. Gabriel repetidamente desviava o olhar para ver a mulher de sua vida gritando e xingando qualquer jogador que estivesse em campo. Ele sorriu brevemente e logo voltou sua atenção para o jogo.
— O jogo acabou com 3 para o Arsenal e 1 para o Orlando City, e com um gol de Gabriel. Caminhando em silêncio pelo estacionamento escuro, Gabriel deixou que sua mente viajasse em cenários profanos enquanto encarava a mulher em sua frente. Kaka se virou para Gabriel quando os dois chegaram no carro.
– "Passa chave do-"– As palavras da morena foram cortadas com os lábios de Gabriel se juntando com os dela enquanto ele empurrava o corpo dela contra o carro. As mãos dele passeavam por todo o corpo dela, deixando apertos ocasionais em cada pedaço do pecado que ela chamava de corpo.
Os beijos molhados de Gabriel começaram a descer pelo pescoço e busto da piloto de fórmula Um, seus lábios deixando escapar suspiros suaves enquanto a mulher apertava os olhos com força. – "Gab... não faz isso comigo, vida."– A mulher comentou enquanto suas mãos seguravam as madeixas morenas de Martinelli.
– "Só 'tô querendo foder você, princesa."– Gabriel disse baixo enquanto apertava beijos contra a área abaixo da orelha da mulher. – "Deixa eu te comer no carro hm?"– Ele perguntou com a voz em um sussurro. Kaka gemeu baixo sentindo os dentes de Gabriel deixando uma marca na lateral do seu pescoço.
As mãos da carioca foram até os bolsos traseiros da calça que o rapaz usava e tiraram a chave do carro de lá. O bipe que o carro fez indicou que as portas estavam abertas. Gabriel abriu uma das portas de trás do carro e empurrou Kaka para dentro, o corpo dela se deitando no couro frio do banco.
As mãos de Gabriel correram para retirar os tênis e logo em seguida puxaram a calça que ela usava. A visão da calcinha de algodão cinza com um ponto molhado no meio fez Gabriel gemer. Ele jogou a calça que ela usava nos bancos da frente do carro e logo estava com o corpo sobre o da mulher enquanto fechava a porta com os pés.
Sem conseguir se manter afastado por muito tempo, Gabriel logo juntou seus lábios com os dela novamente. O beijo quente e molhado fazia com que o ponto molhado na calcinha da carioca aumentasse.
A mão direita de Gabriel desceu entre seus corpos e adentrou o tecido leve que cobria seu paraíso particular. Os dois gemeram contra os lábios um do outro quando a ponta dos dedos de Gabriel sentiram as dobras molhadas e quentes da carioca, esfregando suavemente os lábios inchados e úmidos dela.
As mãos dela escorregaram para abrir o botão e o zíper da calça que Gabriel vestia, entrando sorrateiramente na cueca branca que ele usava e tocando a ereção pesada e dura que ele mantinha escondida no tecido grosso da calça jeans.
Gabriel afastou a calcinha de Kaka enquanto a mesma direcionava o pau do atacante até sua entrada, e então ele escorregou para dentro dela. Um gemido alto fugidos dos lábios entre abertos dela enquanto Gabriel respirava fundo e trancava os olhos com força, sentindo como a buceta dela se esticava em torno de seu pau.
Seus movimentos iniciais eram lentos e fundos, sentindo cada parte da buceta dela se apertando em torno dele. O rosto de Gabriel se enterrou na curva do pescoço da morena quando seus movimentos começaram a ficar gradualmente mais rápidos. As mãos dela abraçavam o corpo dele enquanto uma das mãos dele abraçava seu quadril e a outra deixava um carinho leve no lado do rosto da mulher.
– "Gabriel, mais- hmm."– Ela gemeu sentindo a glande dele tocando a parte mais funda dentro dela. Martinelli ouviu as palavras dela e segurou seu quadril com mais força, se empurrando mais fundo dentro dela e atingindo cada ponto dentro dela. As pernas de Kaka se enrolaram no quadril de Gabriel, a posição fazendo ele sentir ainda mais a buceta desesperada dela.
Os sons de tapas molhados, a janela embaçada com o vapor que o corpo quente dos dois exalava, os gemidos e suspiros dos dois, tudo era um conjunto de coisas boas e prazeirosas. – "Deixa eu sentar em você, vida."– Kaka pediu com a voz baixa e no mesmo segundo Gabriel se virou para que a mulher conseguisse sentar em seu colo.
Ficando sobre os joelhos, ela direcionou o pau molhado de Martinelli para dentro dela e se abaixou até que ele estivesse por inteiro dentro dela. Gabriel gemeu e deitou sua cabeça contra o banco do carro, suas mãos segurando firmemente a cintura da mulher enquanto as mãos dela alternaram entre segurar o pescoço dele e segurar seus ombros. O corpo dela subia e descia lentamente, suspiros saindo de seus lábios toda vez que ele estava completamente dentro dela.
– "Mais rápido, amor."– Gabriel pediu arrastado e pode sentir a velocidade e a intensidade dos movimentos de Kaka em seu colo. As coxas fofas dela batendo contras as dele, deixando Gabriel fora de órbita. Os olhos deles brilhavam, olhando nos olhos um do outro como se suas vidas dependessem desse contato visual que deixava seus atos mais intensos e íntimos.
As mãos de Gabriel seguraram firmemente o quadril de Kaka quando ele sentia a buceta dela apertando ele. – "Vida- porra!"– Ele gemeu junto com ela, sentindo a forma com seu pau era esmagado dentro da buceta dela. Kaka fechou os olhos com força, muito presa em seu próprio mundo para perceber a forma desesperada de Gabriel para avisar que ele iria gozar.
Ela subia e descia no colo de Martinelli cada vez mais rápido. – "Vida- puta merda. Devagar, vida."– As palavras dele foram como uma língua desconhecida para ela. Ela só aumentou a intensidade de seus movimentos enquanto apertava sua buceta em torno do comprimento de Gabriel, muito focada em seu próprio orgasmo e esquecendo que os dois não haviam usado nenhuma proteção. – "Vida- hm. Eu vou gozar dentro de você se você não- caralho! for devagar..."– As palavras de Gabriel atingiram ela e então ela abriu os olhos, buscando perdidamente o olhar dele. As mãos dela se enrolaram no pescoço dele enquanto ela continuava com seus movimentos no colo de Gabriel.
– "Goza, amor. Goza dentro de mim! Me enche com sua porra."– O olhar que Kaka deu a Gabriel deixou o rapaz desnorteado. O atacante gemeu alto quando deixou que seu orgasmo passasse por cima dele, liberando toda sua carga dentro dela. Kaka continuou com seus movimentos, sentindo seu útero se contrair e sua buceta se apertar em torno do pau de Gabriel.
Com um gemido alto, olhos lutando para se manter abertos e olhando nos olhos de Martinelli, Kaka se desfez. Seu orgasmo atravessando seu corpo como uma avalanche. A respiração profunda dos dois enquanto tentavam se recuperar da intensidade do sexo que acabaram de ter.
O corpo cansado dela caiu para encontrar conforto no corpo de Gabriel, sua respiração trêmula enquanto ela sentia alguns espasmos em sua pernas. Os braços de Gabriel abraçaram o corpo dela enquanto ele tentava normalizar sua respiração.
– "Algum dia você me mata, vida."– Gabriel disse sorrindo. Kaka deu um riso baixo enquanto se aproximava mais ainda do corpo do rapaz.
– "Eu também te amo."– os dois sorriram, se mantendo abraçados no o calor um do outro.
Aureliano Pertile (1885-1952) was a celebrated Italian tenor who enjoyed a 35 year career in major theaters on both sides of the Atlantic. The son of a poor shoemaker and his wife, Pertile was born in Montagnana…just a few blocks away and 18 days after the birth of fellow tenor Giovanni Martinelli. His vocal talents were apparent from a very early age. In 1894, Pertile began singing alto with the choir of the Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta. At his parents’ insistence, he apprenticed as a goldsmith during his teens, but continued singing. At age 20, he was heard by composer Vittorio Orefice, who invited the young man to study with him in Padua. After five years of work, Pertile made his debut as Lionel in Martha at Vicenza’s Teatro Eretenio on February 16, 1911. In May, he sang the role of Vinicius in the Italian premiere of Jean Nouguès’ Quo Vadis? at Milan’s Teatro dal Verme. Reviews were stellar and the tenor’s career took off quickly. Over the next two years, Pertile made appearances in Brescia, Torino, Asti, Padua and Genoa, with his international debut occurring in Santiago as des Grieux in Manon Lescaut during the fall of 1913. While in South America, the tenor also sang in Buenos Aires and Valparaiso in such works as Un Ballo in Maschera, Mefistofele, Tosca, and La Traviata. Late in 1913, Pertile returned to Italy, where he spent the next few years appearing in Naples, Palermo, Florence, Bologna, and Rome. His La Scala debut occurred on February 22, 1916 as Paolo in Francesca da Rimini, leading to a lengthy association with the company.
By 1921, Pertile had appeared at most of the major theaters of Italy, Spain and South America. Following his Mexico City debut as Faust in Mefistofele in August, Pertile began his only season at New York’s Metropolitan as Cavaradossi in Tosca on December 1. Henderson of the New York Sun reported, “His voice has a tendency toward whiteness, but in its fullest volume it is warmer and resonant. His acting was that of the everyday tenor.” …not exactly the definition of a glowing review. In addition to Cavaradossi, he also sang des Grieux in Manon Lescaut, Grigori in Boris Godunov, Turiddu in Cavalleria Rusticana, Canio in Pagliacci, Radames in Aïda, and Julien in Louise. Sadly, the New York public never quite warmed up to Pertile. After only 13 performances of the aforementioned roles, as well as a pair of Sunday Night Concerts, Pertile was finished in the U.S. His Met career had lasted exactly seven weeks.
Pertile fared much better in his homeland. Arturo Toscanini, who had recently taken the reins at La Scala, invited the tenor to join him for a production of Mefistofele in March. This began a decade long alliance between the two, a highlight of which was Pertile’s creation of the title role of Boito’s Nerone at its premiere on May 1, 1924. Other world premieres entrusted to Pertile during his La Scala tenure were Wolf Ferrari’s Sly in 1927 (under Ettore Panizza) and Mascagni’s Nerone in 1935 (under the composer). The tenor was a superstar at La Scala, with “Pertile Nights” marketed to an adoring public. After Toscanini’s departure in 1929, however, Pertile’s importance in Milan began to diminish. Although the tenor would remain at La Scala until the early 1940s, he was no longer the central figure he had been during the 1920s.
Summary ⊳ Bucky Barnes made a name for himself as the attorney who could get anyone off, but he still lives by the saying, "Innocent until proven guilty." Steve Rogers finds himself on trial for multiple homicides but he swears he was only trying to protect a girl. Bucky's been in this business long enough to know when someone's innocent, and Steve is innocent. Steve already feels like a monster and Bucky's worried this guy's going to lay himself on the sword come his trial. So Bucky offers up another course for punishment:
Turns out, chains and whips really excite Steve.
Commentary ⊳ The moral dilemma of a taboo relationship between attorney and client is pushed to the limits in this emotional whirlwind. It explores the start of a complicated relationship based on trust that, with tensions and compatibility so off the fucking charts, it left me screaming and crying for a happy outcome—and for Steve to be proven innocent.
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Title ⊳ A Hard Case of You
Author ⊳ @chiyume
Pairing ⊳ James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Rating ⊳ Explicit
Word Count ⊳21K
Major Tags ⊳Mechanic!Steve, Lawyer!Bucky, Strangers To Lovers, First Meetings, Homophobic Language, Happy Ending
Summary ⊳ James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, seasoned lawyer at Shield Legal Services, New York City office, is in a bad mood.
He’s driving down the I-90 from Buffalo in his sleek black company car, AC running on cool to keep the air from growing stuffy. He’s got his jaw set in that particular way he knows will cause him a major headache in a few hours, but right now the last thing on his mind is his own future discomfort.
In which Bucky's car breaks down when he's already feeling his worst, and he's forced to seek help from whatever's nearby. Luckily, Rogers' Auto Repair isn't too far away, and everyone seems very enthusiastic about recommending the place. But when Bucky gets there, he has a hard time seeing the professional the whole town's been speaking of so fondly...
Commentary ⊳ Bucky being stranded with only mechanic Steve who can help. Ahhhhhhh. Two idiots and the fun use of tropes.
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Title ⊳ Sweet Sugar
Author ⊳ this_wayward_life
Pairing ⊳ James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Rating ⊳ Explicit
Word Count ⊳ 8K
Major Tags ⊳ Lawyer!Bucky, Student!Steve, Age Difference, Sugar Daddy Bucky Barnes, Meet-Cute
Summary ⊳ This is not Bucky's scene.
Truthfully, most social situations aren't his scene, but particularly this one. He's closer to forty than thirty-five these days, and spending time in an overcrowded bar whose population tends to fall towards the early twenties side of the age scale is not something he particularly enjoys. If it was up to Bucky, he'd be spending his Friday night either in his office catching up on the Martinelli case or half-asleep on the couch, re-watching Criminal Minds and snuggling with his cat.
But, since Bucky sold his soul over to the Devil in sophomore year of law school when he made friends with one Natasha Romanoff, he's here, stuffed into a shirt that is a bit too tight around his midsection and jeans that he can barely sit down in.
Commentary ⊳ College jock Steve pursuing grumpy Bucky, and Bucky accidentally acquires a sugar baby. Also—BOTTOM DADDY BUCKY makes me feral.