#capri recommends

[oh23]

60% thru book 3 of captive prince and now i am looking for crumbs of its fandom, and i keep seeing comments/posts saying "HOw can anyone read that book???"

AND I AM SO SHOCKED. AND STUNNED.

BECAUSE CAPRI IS LIKE THE MOST WELL WRITTEN TRILOGY IVE READ IN YEARS?????

like yes thee's slavery and it's very bdsm-y but OHMYGOD. the POLITICS. the war ?? the strategy?? the manipulation? the LACK OF LOOPHOLES. the whol book series is SO well thought out, so so perfectly done. its so smart. there's chess being played; moves after moves, each more lethal than the last.

You gain an ally? you've lost your reputation. you gained a fort? your ally gets killed. its an almost checkmate after almost checkmate. and when u start understanding that shi?? it gets s so so delicious. the author doesnt even have to Say anything to get so much of the story across. she writes 4 lines, and you get this dawning realisation of what is happening. It always hits you like a brick. the sheer genius of her writing, i am in so much awe.

And for a book about pet-play, fetish, slavery, the sex scenes are actually? not in that much detail? it actually gets so much more tame.

I think Captive Prince is a book that deserves to be read. Give it a chance. if u think it is a fetish book, you're wrong.

It's like 80% politics and war strategy. and the 20% of bdsm happens mostly in the start of book 1.

ALSO. Laurent's and Damen's chemistry is so fucking perfect. Laurent's constant expectation of being hurt and Damen only being in love with him.

The growth of both characters.

The way they show affection for each other. The seamless way they take over situations from each other, the trust between them, the conflict. oh my god it is literally one of the most tastiest things i have ever ever ever read.

[yaoi-gs]

I purchase of a lot of BL manwha from Lezhin and BL anime from several sites! If you would like me to repost the English translation of any specific BL anime or manga please let me know🙏

Sauce: Anemone Theater- Side Story 2 (End)

[lucky-clover-gazette]

king's rising chapter 2 analysis is going to be longest one yet, because i FINALLY get to see not only what the hell is going on in laurent's head, but also the reality in which he lives. which is a deeply, deeply absurd reality.

[thecapricunt1616]

EEEEEE KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING I LOOOOVE SOFT LIP!!!

I actually posted about this but I thought a fun dynamic to play with for lip and his girlfriend would be lip and a non drinker. Shes like the designated driver caregiver and the gallaghers love her because after parties they all magically wake up in their beds and lip just really values her more than life, like hes so in love its insane

A million times yes to this!! I love the idea of soft!Lip. Hope you love it!!

Soft 4 You

Lip Gallagher x reader

A/N: This is told from Lip's perspective which I think just lets us get into his head and how he feels about you. If you see any mistakes, no you didn't.

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Summer in the Southside means two things - sweating your ass off during the day and partying until you black out at night. For Lip, the getting drunk off of your ass was all part of the fun, especially when he knew you were around to make sure he got home safely. 

The events of last night quickly fade away as the sunshine peeks through the makeshift curtain pinned to the wall. The whipping sound from the fan turns into a high pitch ring causing Lip to groan. His heartbeat pounding right behind his eyes as the beginning of a headache settles in. 

The feeling of his brain wanting to burst out of his skull makes him grab his pillow, placing it over his face, half covering himself from the sun and the other half suggesting that maybe death is a better way to deal with this hangover. His arm stretches out to feel around the bed, but it's empty, the presence of you long gone on this painful morning, if you could still call it morning. 

Pushing on the pillow more, the pressure lightly helping with the deadly headache. Squeezing his eyes tighter as the image of you begins to form inside his eyelids. Your smile, your voice, your laughter dancing around Lip’s head, the only solace from the raging migraine.

He wants to live inside his mind forever. The memories playfully swirl through his head as a warm, fuzzy feeling brews inside his chest. His heart beats faster just by thinking of you, the way you brighten a room, how you carry yourself, selflessly putting others before you. Caring for his siblings as if they are your own, stepping up to take the responsibility of the household on your shoulders. 

Since Lip met you, he has promised himself that he will become a better man for you. Become the partner that you deserve, striving everyday to do so. Lip wants you to have the world, hoping one day he can be the one to give it to you. 

Lip is so helplessly in love with you that he definitely doesn’t mind the fall.

The cotton mouth is too much to handle as he just lays there in his own sweat. He thinks if he waits here long enough that at some point you will show up, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, fingers rubbing over his chest, your sweet scent engulfing his nose. But sadly he can’t wait that long.

Groaning as he lifts himself onto his elbows, blinking a couple of times as his surroundings become clear, the headache throbbing more with every move. His eyes trailing along the room before seeing the tall glass of water that sits on the dresser. Smacking his lips a couple of times as he wants nothing more than to drink something. 

Pushing himself up, a small puddle of sweat lay underneath as he scoots to the edge, the bedsheet sticking to his legs as he fumbles to stand up. Using the dresser as leverage so he doesn’t fall.

The faint hint of a smile appears as he comes face to face with the water and next to it, two Advil and a little note that says ‘take these’ signed with a heart in the corner and your initial. His heart skips a beat as his fingers trace over your delicate handwriting. Barely being able to think straight because of the hangover and now you got his mind racing a million miles an hour with your love. 

Quickly raking a hand through his hair before swallowing the pills and chugging the water. Closing his eyes to allow the medicine to relieve some of his pain, knowing it will take longer than a couple of seconds. 

Tripping over himself as he pulls on a pair of jeans. Leaving his room to wobble down the hallway and descend down the stairs to the kitchen. The sound of chatter and laughter fill Lip’s head, wishing the happy sounds weren’t causing his head to pound more. Finally stopping on the bottom step as he observes the scene in front of him. 

Deb’s and Carl’s laughter fill the small room as you are telling a funny story. Your voice erupts louder as the punchline comes, sending them into fits of laughter. Their faces tell how much they enjoy having you around, the way you bring a sort of calmness to the house. Turning it into a home.

The kitchen is a bit of a mess as the grand breakfast you made - pancakes, eggs, bacon - sits on top of the stove. The dining table is messy as Lip can tell you just finished eating. Taking your time with his siblings to bond with them and get to know them on a deeper level. 

He couldn’t love you any more than in this exact moment. Without you knowing he was around. 

Lip gets pulled from his thoughts when Ian comes racing down the stairs behind him, patting Lip on the shoulder while he passes by. Prompting you to turn towards them both, a huge smile forming on your face, the kind where your eyes grow smaller and your cheeks grow bigger.

And God did that damn smile light a fire inside of him that he will let burn forever.

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what did you think ??? thank you for reading !

[xocandyy]

meet my favourite omegaverse child y'all !!

name : Smyrna and Capri

[janefrigginausten]

“Sometimes we never look at the things we see most often.”

— Ann Weil, Red Sails to Capri

[wingedferret]

Symrna & Capri

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[tschulijulesjulie]

today i will read the adventures of Charls the cloth merchant and with that conclude my capri reread. im kinda sad.

[wizardofarles]

Important update about LYKMC:

Hey all, I’m so sorry but unfortunately I don’t have chapter 5 of Lord You Keep Me Crawling ready to post on ao3 today. I’ve been busting my ass trying to finish it, but I moved states last week and just haven’t had much time to write. I’m giving myself until next Sunday to finish and post it.

I will also be temporarily shifting my upload schedule from weekly to bi-weekly updates, just until things settle down.

I’m very sorry to everyone who was looking forward to this week’s chapter! I really tried to have it ready for you, but I just couldn’t get it done. 😞 I’m as disappointed as you are. (Please forgive me)

In the meantime I do have an excerpt to offer you from chapter 5! Read more below the cut!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Cold stars stared down on Auguste from the great bowl of blue-black sky like a thousand uncaring eyes. He tore down the sidewalk, passing through intermittent pools of yellow streetlights and black night; never remaining long enough in either for his eyes to fully adjust before he burst through to the next. His breath was coming hard and fast. He could not put that house, and Laurent, and their uncle, and that whole mess of a dinner behind him quickly enough. He felt like such a fool. He shook his head roughly. He didn’t want to think about it. He couldn’t think about it; the betrayal stung like grief, and Auguste had no room in his heart for more grief.

A chill wind was rising, tugging at his clothes and hair with cold fingers until he shivered. A drink will warm me up, he thought, as well as clear my head. I need a drink.

With a mind to call Jord, he reached into the inner pocket of his blazer. His heart sank as his hand closed around nothing but the empty inside of the pocket. “Oh, fuck me,” he swore aloud. He’d left his damned phone at the dinner table.

Tugging at his hair, he spun in a helpless circle. Jord’s apartment was in the city, and Auguste was still in the suburbs, not yet a mile from the house that now belonged to the DiAkielos family. This area was sleepy at night. No one else was out on the sidewalks, and only a handful of cars had rolled by since he’d left the house. Even if he’d had any way to pay them, there weren’t any cabs crawling these streets at this hour, and without his phone, Auguste couldn’t even call an Uber.

He grabbed a stone from someone’s rock wall—a ragged thing about the size of a baseball—and hurled it into the blackness of the road with all his might. He let out a wordless scream of frustration, followed by a string of colorful curses such as to make the devil clutch his pearls, if Auguste had still believed in such fanciful things as heaven and hell.

A bang like a gunshot rang through the dark street. Auguste ducked, his heart leaping into his throat. His hand flew reflexively to the back of his waistband, reaching up under his blazer where his fingers curled around cool and reassuring metal. He strained his eyes against the dark but saw no movement. He listened, and heard only the blood drumming in his ears. Then he remembered the stone. Relief swept over him like a warm breeze. It had only been the stone, crashing into the pavement somewhere far ahead along the road.

Just like that, he came back to himself, remembering where and when he was. The sound of gunshots was unknown to uptown Arles suburbia. There was no enemy lurking in the shadowed street. A breath of embarrassed laughter rushed out of him. He uncurled his fingers and smoothed his blazer back down into place, reconsidering his current predicament.

There was nothing to be done for it, he realized with a kind of bleak acceptance. He couldn’t go back, so Auguste walked forward, toward the lights of the city.

He showed up at Jord’s some hours later; cold, sore, and thoroughly miserable. His friend didn’t need to look at him for more than two seconds with his wise gray eyes before he declared, “You look like you could use a drink.”

Auguste had never come so close to kissing another man on the lips in his life. Instead, he tried a weak smile. “You could say that.”

The bar Jord took him to was dirty and loud. Some trashy song Auguste didn’t recognize blared from unseen speakers, competing with the sounds of various sports game reruns on the television screens hanging above the bar, and boisterous waves of human laughter and conversation. Auguste’s shoes stuck to the floor with every step as he followed Jord to a booth at the back.

Auguste had always liked places like this. He had started going out to seedy bars and clubs back when he was still a teenager using a shitty fake ID to buy his booze. Jord had been by his side then too, as well as Orlant, with shitty fake IDs of their own.

Though, much of the appeal back then had come from the knowledge that he wasn’t supposed to be there, and that places like that would frighten and repulse his old-money parents. Now, all he cared about was the beer in his hand. And Jord, he reminded himself belatedly, I still care that Jord’s here.

He took a slow swig of his beer. It was a thick stout, dark and yeasty just the way he preferred. It wasn’t strong enough to get him truly drunk on its own, he knew—even as he worked on his second pint—and the hangover would be killer, but the buzz was pleasant and it calmed his mind. He took another long gulp, savoring the rich taste and feel of the beer on his tongue. Hangover-be-damned, he thought to himself, that’s a good beer.

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” he said around a thick swallow of beer. He had been recounting the events of the disastrous dinner to Jord. “He’s so good, you know. He’s really fucking good—like, prodigy good. And he’s throwing it all away. His whole future.”

“He’s just a kid,” Jord reminded him gently.

“I know. I know he is,” Auguste sighed. “I just always thought that his future was secure. That was one thing I never had to worry about. He had such a clear place in the world. And now … now what’s he going to do?”

“Anything he wants. Look, Gus,” Jord said and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. “If I can be blunt here for a second?”

Auguste bowed his head in a go ahead gesture.

Jord rubbed his chin idly, his watchful gray eyes on Auguste’s face. “I don’t think that Laurent quitting the violin is what’s making you so upset. I think this has more to do with him not telling you that he quit.”

“He should have told me,” Auguste agreed. “Something so important …” He ran his thumb through cool beads of condensation on the side of his glass. “We used to be so close.”

“Maybe he was worried you’d be disappointed in him. Shame makes people do all sorts of things that don’t make sense.”

Shame? Auguste shook his head. “No, not Laurent. He does what he wants and doesn’t give a shit what anyone else thinks of him.” I wish I had half his confidence, especially at his age.

Jord shrugged. “Maybe he was afraid you would be angry.”

“I am angry,” Auguste bellowed over the din, causing patrons’ heads around the bar to turn in his direction. He lowered his voice, “Why shouldn’t I be angry? He lied to me for years.”

Jord gave him a long, knowing look.

“That’s not the same,” Auguste jumped to defend himself. “What happened in Marlas—”

“You nearly died.”

The scar on his chest itched accusingly. “Well, clearly I didn’t.”

[red-moon-at-night]

Me 🤝Yumemi

Wanting to fucking SLEEP

[thecapricunt1616]

THE PAYING FOR THE IUD GRAAAAH

okay but imagine carmy’s first time without the condom☝️😊 how he’d ask you if you’re sure so many times beforehand and when he’s finally inside he has to hold you still because damn! that feels almost too good! and it’s even worse if it’s the first time he cums inside too -💫

Carmy has you stripped naked within ten minutes of knocking your apartment door. You fall back on the mattress and watch as he quickly takes off his shirt and pants.

He crawls over top of you next, meeting your lips for a series of hot, messy kisses. He’s still wearing his boxers, so you take it upon yourself to push down his waistband so he can kick them off. He groans into your mouth when you grip his cock and lightly stroke him, spreading precum down his length.

“Need you to fuck me, Carm. Please—don’t wanna be teased. Just need you.” Carmy usually insists on eating you out first, but you want him inside of you.

“Y-yeah—I’ll take care of you.” He pauses for a moment, realization hitting him. “Shit! I don’t have a condom.”

“I wasn’t expecting you, or I would have bought some,” you giggle. He showed up tonight completely unannounced. He kissed you with hunger when you opened the door, making it clear what he needed from you.

“Sorry, I uh—just had to see you. Couldn’t stop thinking about you all day at work—shit—“ his voice falters as you stroke his dick again. More precum forms at his tip. “I can eat you out?” He offers.

“Want you, Carmy. I’m on birth control, it’ll be fine.”

You feel his cock pulse in your hand from your words.

“Are you—are you saying—“

“Please, Carm. I want you to fuck me.”

“Fuck—are you sure? Shit, I can run down the block to the corner store if you want me to.”

By hooking a leg around his waist, you press Carmy in closer to you, lining him up with your entrance.

“M‘positive. Want you to fuck me. Please,” you beg. Carmy doesn’t take much convincing, though. He sinks into you slowly. A broken gasp leaves his mouth as the head of his cock slips into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’ve never—never done this without a condom—holy fuck, baby.”

“S’good, Carmen. Filling me up so, so good—shit,” you whine as he completely bottoms out inside of you. He’s pulsing inside of you, and panting into your ear. You can’t help but move you hips to feel his cock nudge against your walls.

“Fuck. Stop. Stop moving,” he says through clenched teeth, gripping your hips to keep you still. “Just—just give me a second.”

You know better than to press your luck, so you run your fingers through his hair as he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

“Shit—so—so wet—fuck,” he murmurs. “Didn’t know it could feel like this. M’not going to last long. God—“

“Carmen—please move. Please—“ you beg. “Don’t care if you don’t last—want you to fill me up.”

“Holy shit, baby.” You watch Carmy’s eyes go dark. He was planning on pulling out and cumming on your stomach, but now that option is off the table. You want him to pump you full of his cum, and that thought alone makes his cock twitch.

Once he starts fucking into you, Carmy’s pace is relentless. He’s holding onto you for dear life, arms wrapped around your frame. He’s not hiding his face in your neck, though. He’s resting his forehead on yours so he can watch your face as you take his cock. Whenever he’s not kissing you, he has his bottom lip inbetween his teeth to contain the sounds of his moaning.

“So tight—so fucking warm, baby. Perfect for me. God, you’re perfect.”

“Carmy, Carmy—I can’t—m’gonna—“

“Soak my cock. Let me feel it,” he commands. He moves one of his hands to circle your clit with his thumb, and that sends you over the edge. Carmy’s pace grows sloppy and erratic. His forehead moves to rest on your shoulder, so he can look down and watch his cock thrust in and out of you.

The pulsing of your cunt around him with zero separation pulls a broken groan out of his lips, but he’s still trying to hang on for you. His hips fuck into you roughly, pounding into you hard and deep.

“Carm—cum in me. Fill me up—wanna feel you spill out of me—“ you cry. He lets himself go at your words, biting into your shoulder as his hips press as far into you as possible. You feel him throb inside of you, filling you up with cum.

You both lay in bed for who knows how long to catch your breath. Carmy’s still inside of you, keeping you plugged up with his load. He’s the first one to break the silence.

“Baby, I don’t think I can go back to using a condom again after that— I’ll pay for you to get an IUD, or an implant, or whatever you want.”

“Deal.”

[xocandyy]

we stan strong female characters in this household.

name : Smyrna and Capri

[lilbugprincess]

Sometimes I like to watch those Fridge Restocking Tiktok compilations and it's hard to explain what's so compelling about it. Perhaps I yearn for that dream of a fridge where you put stuff where it belongs, and when you go to find it, it is still there. Perhaps I would like an entire special drawer in my fridge just for convenient snacks! Perhaps it's the satisfying sounds. Or perhaps it's the silent joy of watching someone fumble pathetically with a simple task because they're using one hand to hold their phone and thus must spill sugar all over the place trying to get it into the Aesthetic Container.

[thecapricunt1616]

This was incredibly adorable!

Can I request a cermy berzatto x reader ? Like the reader came to the restaurant many times and carmy look pretty flustered or something. So everyone one tries to make him have a date with the reader. Hope it’s okayyyy :))

I luv this! I’m so sorry this took a while babes ): this was so buried under my drafts

Hundred times better

“Jesus- okay, you work the kitchen, and- and I guess I’ll work the register for a little.” He told his cousin, who had managed to fuck something up while working the register. How does that even happen?

Carmy attempted to fix it, grunting in annoyance when it didn’t work. You walked in quietly, he didn’t even hear you, just saw you in the corner of his eyes.

He glanced up, mouth falling open to say something. But when he looked at you, his movements paused and his mouth stayed open. You gave him a sweet smile, and a blush came over his face.

He snapped out of it, nodding and stuttering. “Uh- sorry, I’m just… having a bit of…” the cash register popped open, he sighed. “Trouble. What can I get for you?”

“You’re fine! you got it or…?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, I’ll… fix this later.” He waved it off, looking back up at you, hands on his hips as he waited for your order. He listened, ringing it up.

“Alright, uhm… your total is 18.45.” He said, his eyes looking you up and down, his hands went over his face, giving you a small smile when he took your money.

“Thank you!” You told him, and even your voice had him weak in the knees. It was like honey, sweet.

You sat down, waiting for it to be brought out as you read through your book. You ignored the noises that came from the men.

“You fix it yet?” Richie yelled from inside the kitchen, looking at Carmy.

“Yes I f- yes!” He shouted, rolling his eyes as he entered the kitchen again. You glanced up, a small smile gracing your features. He was cute, you thought, watching him open the door, watching his muscles flex and his veins pop out his head. Angry, but cute.

You make it your life’s goal to come in often, so often that some of them learn your name. You know Richie, Sydney, Carmen, and a nice woman named Tina.

Carmen- or Carmy as most of them called him, was the one that intrigued you the most of all. He was the cute one- the one who smiled at no one but you, the one who complimented you every so often. You learned he was the owner.

And after a while, his chefs got tired of seeing Carmy angry and pissed off- more than he usually was. They quickly figured out what was wrong. He had a giant, fat, crush on you.

He didn’t want to accept it, but he knew the truth. In his heart.

He was packing up one day, cleaning up as Richie came up to him. He pat him on the back, Carmy jolted and shoved his hands off of him, glaring at him and beginning to walk towards the door.

“What?” He snapped finally, turning to Richie when he felt eyes burning in the back of his skull. They were outside, cars racing by.

“You should ask her out.”

“ What are you talking about, dude?” He furrowed an eyebrow.

“Y/n.”

Carmy rolled his eyes, letting out a huff and turning around.

“I’m serious! Think she seriously likes you. I catch her starin’ at you a lot when you’re not looking.” He told Carmy, wrapping an arm around him.

“No.” He grumbled out.

“Dude. Just ask her out. Sugar agrees.”

“I’m not asking her out while I’m working.”

“Then do it on your break or something.” He said, glancing over at his car. “But for real, tomorrow, I’m excepting to hear about a date.” He pointed, Carmy rolling his eyes and waving him off as he walked away and got into his car.

—-

The next day, it came naturally to the boy. He was sitting outside, a cigarette in between his lips, he blew out the smoke when he saw you form the corner of his eyes.

You were next to the alley, petting a little dog you have found, abandoned on the side of the road.

You didn’t even notice him until he came up.

“Uh, hey.” He spoke casually, throwing his cigarette onto the ground, smashing it with his foot. You looked up and over at him, smiling.

“Hey, Carmen. You on your break?”

“Yeah. Yeah. What uh.. who’s this little guy?”

“I don’t know. Saw him on the side of the road and I felt bad.” You told him, standing up, looking down at the dog and back at hjm.

“Oh.” He didn’t know how to respond.

“Yeah, might take him to the vet or something. But, how was your day? I was actually just about to come in.” You said with a giggle.

“It’s been going…” he told you, scratching the back of his neck and nodding. “How was yours?”

“It’s been okay.” You shrugged. “Well, I don’t wanna take up your time, and I should probably-“ you glanced down at the dog. “Get him in and stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah of course.”

You began to walk away, the dog following you before he called your name again.

“Uh- y/n?” He stuttered out.

“Yeah?” You turned around.

“Would you… wanna go out with me? Like… any time?”

You smiled at him again. “I would love that, Carmy.” You told him. And with his words, your day got a hundred times better.

[lucent-nargacuga]

why are randos finding my shit. who are you. hello

[red-moon-at-night]

I think everyone should go listen to sasakure.uk's 'The Fantastic Reality of Aesop' ('Genjitsu Aisobosu') album right now immediately. ok thank you for your time goodbye