#wet Richard my beloved

[marimayscarlett]

wet Richard signing autographs at the B-Stage ✍🏻🌧️ // 18.06.2024, Nijmegen // 📽️ by fl3ursaus

[naomullen]

🐤🐤

💋☔️💕 Brussels, Belgium, 05.04.2023 | 🎥 Paul_0701

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Of course I’m here. Big surprise.

I’d love some soft!dom energy from countryclub!steve when we’re being a little needy. 😇

Leighanne my beloved 👹 18+

“No, no, Thursday should be fine— mhmm. Well, talk to Richard and see what he says, surely we can’t push it much further—”

You knew fine well Steve was still on his call, you could hear his voice through his office door, his tired, bored tone sighing into the receiver. He’d told you ten minutes though, and well, that had been twenty minutes ago.

So you didn’t feel too guilty when you snuck in, lips pressed together to hide your smile and Steve glanced at you with surprise as you closed the oak door behind you. His whole office smelled like him, like leather and whisky and expensive cologne. He was sat behind his desk, an impressive thing made of dark wood and topped with a forest green leather covering.

There were files all over it, receipts and email print outs, an open cigar case that hadn’t been touched yet, a glass of something amber that was yet to be drunk. Steve looked tired, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, the white linen rolled past his elbows, his suit jacket thrown across the sofa on the other side of the room. You watched him take a hand through his hair and he smiled at you as he listened to whoever was droning on.

It didn’t quite reach his eyes, though.

So you took it upon yourself to wiggle between the desk and Steve’s legs, smiling when he shifted for you, rolling back on the wheels of the chair, his cell still pressed to his ear. He didn’t seem to be listening as intently as before when you dropped into his lap.

“What? Yeah, no, no, of course. Surely we can have the meeting over a conference call?”

You weren’t sure what meeting this call was regarding but you busied yourself with sneaking a hand into Steve’s open shirt, your palm finding warm skin and a smattering of chest hair. You felt his heart race under your fingertips, grinning when his eyes turned a little glassy and his gaze dropped to your lips.

“I’m listening,” he murmured into the phone, lying through his teeth. His hips moved under yours, adjusting himself until his hardening cock was felt properly under your ass. “New York, sure…” he trailed off, coughing a little when you leaned in to kiss at his throat.

You squirmed against him, dress riding up your thighs, Steve’s hand trailing the cotton, his eyes following behind. You watched him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, his expression appreciative. You wondered how far he’d let you take this, if he’d let you sink to your knees under his desk and—

“Hold on a sec, Fred— yeah, two seconds, I just gotta—” Steve pulled the phone away from his face, his hand covering the mouthpiece. He raised his brows at you, doing his best to hide his smile as he leaned in, nose nudging yours. “Did you need somethin’, honey?”

You pouted, dress strap slipping off your shoulder as you played up for him, lips brushing his. “You,” you whispered, as if it were a secret.

Steve smirked, a salacious thing that still made your thighs push together. He tapped at your hip then, coaxing you off of him and you wanted to tut, you wanted to protest. But the man didn’t give you any time to feel offended, nor rejected. He knocked his knuckles onto the top of his desk and nodded towards it.

“Gimme your underwear, baby and hop up.”

You blinked, lips parting.

“You got five seconds, honey, or you can wait ‘til this call is done, your choice,” Steve murmured in a song-song, his tone leaving no room for discussion. He wiggled the phone that he was still doing his best to silence. “Drop ‘em.”

With your hands curling into the sides of lace, you pulled the underwear off of your hips and down your legs, your dress rucked up indecently as you did, showing your fiancé a flash of bare skin, soft and wet in the places he liked most. You worried with the papers strewn everywhere, trying your best to gather them into a neat pile but Steve spoke from behind you once more.

“Five, four…”

You stifled a laugh, shoving them to the side before hopping onto the cool wood and Steve grinned, victorious. He moved back, the wheels of his chair skating across the floor as he settled himself in front of you. “Yeah, yeah I’m here, apologies. You were saying? New York?” Steve didn’t miss a beat as he took your underwear from your hand, stuffed them in his pocket and tapped at your knee.

You knew what he wanted, what he was silently saying.

Open.

You felt your face warm as you spread your legs, sticky thighs parting as you bared yourself to the man in the dim glow of the setting sun and the lamp on his sideboard. Steve’s lips parted, a barely audible groan coming from his chest that he covered with a cough. He used one hand to settle your feet on either side of his seat, keeping you wide for him, your cunt on show as you sat back on your elbows, waiting for his next move.

You didn’t have to wait long.

A single finger, used to trace up and down the seam of your folds, gathering the wetness there, slow and shallow. He was barely touching your clit.

“I’m sure that’ll work,” he was saying. His eyes didn’t leave yours. “If we manage to secure the Parker funding, I can’t imagine it’ll be too much trouble.”

He pulled his hand back to drag his finger over his tongue, humming at your taste and apparently something his colleague was saying. Steve didn’t miss a beat when he brought it back once more, immediately sliding his middle finger into your pussy. You whined, cutting yourself off short with teeth to your lip and Steve stilled, throwing you a warning glance.

“Oh, of course,” he continued, as if he weren’t knuckles deep in you. “If we can manage to get it into the schedule that day, we might as well go for it…” he curled his finger up before adding another, grinning when you threw your head back. “…I’m sure it’ll be a tight fit.”

Withdrawing, he leaned forward, nudging at your chin to gain your attention and Steve brushed his fingers over your lips. He pouted at you, waiting. You opened without hesitation, showing off as you stuck out your tongue and let Steve drag his slick covered digits over it. His thumb brushed your cheek in reward and then he settled back into his seat, using the same two fingers to draw circles over your clit.

A slow, soft tease, steady and messy, over and over and over—

“No, you’re fine, Fred.” Steve smirked at you, brows knitting together in faux sympathy as you screwed your face up in pleasure. He was going to make you cum while you couldn’t make a sound. “I’ve got plenty of time to talk.”

[rosiestalez]

Caught

Content 18+, minors will be banned

Warnings: Smut, degradation, unprotected sex, maybe an age gap, 26 year old Nightwing and 20 year old main character. Edging slightly, bad grammar and punctuation.

Summary: Dick is back in town paying a visit before school starts. He spots something interesting on your phone from the beloved blog app we have.

It has been a long week, all you wanted to do was sleep for an undetermined amount of time. Unfortunately, due to your college courses starting soon, you only had one day to prepare. You spent your summer working, crying, and drinking; something that a lot of college students do.

The sun creeps through the trippy tapestry that covers your window. Your eyes flutter open as the soft glow of 7am softly burns the sleep out of your eyes. You lay there silently for a second before Turing off your pink noise in spotify, the first 20-30 minutes of your morning is spent on Reddit; you went on a social media cleanse and only kept Reddit for “news”, but you mostly use it to keep up with r/Gothamcitybatmansightings.

You muster up the courage to get out of the plush bed your feet land on the soft carpet and you let out the biggest stretch you’ve been holding in all night. “Right well time to begin my last day of summer break”, you sigh to yourself. With that you waltz to your bathroom and begin your “day before school regimen” that you’ve had since your senior year of high-school when you met your first bottle of self tanner.

After your shower you make some coffee while letting your tanner dry. Your phone rings, you lift it to see the screen, ‘Babybat 🦇💙”.

“Hey! Good morning Richard !”,you cheer. You hate the name Dick so you decided to call him his legal name, except during sex when you let your pathetic moans do all the talking for you.

“Good morning beautiful, it’s good to hear your voice, although Richard just doesn’t flow off your tongue beautifully.” He chuckles over the phone. You simply roll your eyes, and pour your French vanilla creamer into your coffee. “Wayne and I just got back from Metropolis, so I’m bored. I know you’re busy getting your school things in order. I was wondering if you wanted to spend some time together?” He asks, you take a sip of your fresh coffee. You smile, at the thought of hanging out with him because you know what this entails; really good sex, endless pampering, and food.

“Yeah totally! I just have to put some clothes on so give me a call when you are close.” You say with excitement lining your voice.

“No clothes?” He smirks through the phone. “Stay that way I’ll be there soon, I want you on your bed waiting for me like a good girl.” You gasp, but this isn’t surprising. Your heart beat flutters down to your pussy. “Bye princess.”The line goes dead.

You down the rest of your coffee, and walk off back to your room, you slip off your robe and lay down on your bed, you have exactly 5 minutes to get into the mood to take Grayson’s cock. You scroll on tumblr reading fics about him, it’s insane how everyone is so accurate about his size, stamina, and sex positions. Your legs squeeze together in anticipation for him wet seeping from your hole, resisting the urge to touch your pussy.

Scratch that you have two minutes before he’s walking into your house. There he is in the doorway, his tall frame. He licks his lips with anticipation seeing you there vulnerable in-front of him. “God you’re such a good fucking girl.” He strips his uniform as he makes his way to your bed. “That’s what I like about you, you listen to everything I say. You do everything I ask because you’re a slut. Aren’t you?” His voice gets dark, only something you hear after a stressful mission, or when the bat family is getting to him. He comes to you for comfort and peace so it makes you wonder what happened on this trip, you see scratches on his chest that you aim to nurse back to health after he rearranges your delicate body.

“Yes sir.” Your voice shaky. He crawls on top of you, hovering your small frame. He leans in for a kiss, his kiss is deep and soft. Something you missed while he was gone, his tongue slips into your mouth fighting yours. He smiles into the kiss due to his win and pulls away. He notices your phone, open to the smutty fic you were reading before he walked in. His dick twitches against your bare thigh, the only barrier being his soft briefs.

“What is this?” His eyebrow cocks. He snatches the phone out your hand. “Dick slams into my hole, his thick cock stretching me. He tightens the leash around my neck with each stroke.” He reads aloud, your face burns, you could die right here just out of embarrassment. “Wow, you read about me?” He questions, “you read nasty things about me while I’m gone?” He follows. You just nod, no words can escape your mouth at the moment. “Well I didn’t know you liked to be collared.” He adds.

“I’m sorry, I missed you so much. You were gone for too long, and I needed you.” You explained softly. All he does is chuckle. He gets off of the bed and walks over to “the drawer”. He grabs a toy and a pair of cuffs.

“I don’t have anything to collar you with, but I will choke you until you’re dazed.” You squirm waiting for his cock to fill you.

“I’ll take that as a yes, I love when you’re a needy bitch for me. It turns me on so much.” *click* one side of the handcuff around your wrist, *click* one around your other. You can’t move your arms, they’re chained to your iron bed frame. Your breath is uneven, the flutter in your wet pussy getting faster. “Look at you, so pathetic.” He takes out his phone and flashes a picture of you. “I’m gonna use this later.” His dark smirk turned into a tooth filled grinned. *Buzzz* the toy turns on, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard you won’t need to read those.” He dances the toy along your thighs, up your body to your exposed breasts, circling it on your soft nipples, smiling as they begin to erect at the vibration. “Tell me what you want?” He whispers in your ear before kissing your pulse point. You push his hands down to your dripping center. “No darling, you have to use your words. Remember?” His arm resisting your pushes.

“I want it, I want you.” You moan.

“Where, be specific baby girl?” He looks at your cock drunk eyes.

“I want it on my puss-FUCK!” He places the vibrator on your sensitive clit before you could finish your sentence. Causing a pulse of pleasure and shock.

“Sorry did I scare you?” He asks sarcastically. “I knew you wanted it, I just wanted to have some fun.” He chuckles, but to your dissatisfaction he removes the toy from your clit. You let out a whine, “why the fuck are whining? You’re going to get what you need.” Darkness filling with voice again. “God why are you so pathetic!”

“I’m sorry Grayson.” You slightly tug at the cuffs, lift your hips up against his thigh to get some relief from the tension in your cunt. He pushes your hips down with force glaring at you; you’ve done it now you’re going to get what you want, but on his terms.

“Oh you shouldn’t have done that.” He says exactly what you’re thinking. He pulls down his briefs, his thick cock slapping against his stomach. “Look at what you do to me.” Your pussy drips and mouth waters when he point to his delicious cock. “I’m gonna use you today.” He leans over your cunt, spitting into your dripping hole. “Every- FUUUCCK- inch of you”, he shutters as he slides in. The first entrance is always the best. Your back arches at the feeling of being filled, and a small moan escapes your lips, “Shut up”, he slides out completely, and slams back in to the hilt of his cock. There’s pain and pleasure and a whine forces its way from your mouth again.

“That’s my girl, taking it all. I know you can do it.” He coos, his hand finds his way to your neck while the other supports his. “Take it all baby.” He picks up the toy, his grip tightens, he rises up placing you legs on his shoulders for stability as he places the toy on your even mores swollen clit. Your eyes begin to roll back as the feeling of being filled and stimulated. “S’beautiful”, he grunts. His pace gets quicker his hips snapping against you and his grip tightening around your neck. You can’t moan, can’t think, can’t speak. He pound into you, groaning and speaking nasty things, the toy rubs against you. You feel something boiling in your core, and pulsing in your pussy.

“I’m-“, you gasp for air, his grip unrelenting, “I’m gonna cum Rich!” His movement stops, he leaves your center and pulls the toy away from you. You look up at him with confusing.

“No you’re not, not yet.” He chuckles, he moves to hover over your face. “Taste yourself, open up.” He taps your cheek, you do as your told opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as welcome to his cock. You gag as he reaches the back of your throat. You bob your head, his hand tangles into your hair, but is quickly removed when he feels the tracks of your expression, “s-sorry baby.” You try to smile, but it’s hard when there’s 6.5 inches in your mouth right now. He matches your pace, but his pace quickens and tears brim your eyes. “That’s my good gi-“ he shutters and a deep growl like moan escapes his lips. His cum fills your mouth. He pants, “I wanna see, open your mouth.” He pulls his cock out from your mouth, you stick your tongue out showing his excitement. “Good girl now swallow, look at me while you do it, nasty bitch.” You do as you’re told looking up in his eyes as you choke down his fluid. He really needs to drink more water. “You’re beautiful, so desperate to reach your end”, he cups your face and smiles. He reaches up to unhook the cuffs from your wrists. “Show me what you do to yourself while reading these things. Do you use your toy or your beautiful fingers?” He questions with his hands playing with your still erect nipples.

“Both”, you muster out, he smirks. He guide your hands down to your core as he assists you making soft circles along your clit. You moan arching you back to get more from the hand movements that are being created.

“Oh that’s a good girl. I bet you’re thinking of me? How good I feel inside of you.” You moan you eyes flutter close savoring the movements. “That’s such a good girl”, he removes his hands letting you take the show. He watches your body, your movements. In his eyes this is as close to heaven as he could ever get. “You’re so beautiful, can you cum for me?” He cups your face placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Your tummy coils, your pace quickens as you reach your end. The Euphoria rushes over you leaving you dazed and sleepy. “Good job baby.” He coos. Your legs clench around your hand as you work your way through you self inflicted high. You move your hand away from your pussy to reach out to his messy black hair and pull him in for one more kiss.

“Thank you Grayson.” You smile, “I missed you so much. I really wanted to see you before I start school tomorrow.” You add. He shifts in the bed finding something to clean your juices up with.

“ I know my love, it took a lot of convincing Bruce to let me come back early to give you a proper send off”, he winks wiping you down with an old towel. He tosses it to the side when done, and lays down next to you stroking circles onto your back.

You shift over to be facing him on the bed, “what happened?” You ask cupping his face in your hands. He just sighs and hugs you close.

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 49/?

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This was not how Dick had wanted to reunite with Jason.

He didn’t want Jason to have called them because of a tragedy, but here they were. Jason had called the family, but his son was missing.

The sun had just set when Bruce and Dick entered the small house.

Everyone else had wanted to come, but Raven couldn’t teleport all of them. Tim had protested the loudest. It had been a metaphorical kick to the guts when Dick had found out that not only did Tim know where Jason was, but he had been able to meet Jason’s little family. He could admit, at least to himself, that he had been jealous. If Bruce’s clenched jaw had been any indication, Dick wasn’t the only one who had been feeling that way.

In the end, it had been decided that only Bruce and Dick would come. He hadn’t wanted to leave Mar’i, but Kori had shown up at the manor. His daughter would be in good hands with her mother, aunts, and uncles.

The first thing Dick noticed was Jason sitting on a chair, slumped over with his hands cradling his head. The despair cloaked his younger brother.

The second thing, or rather, person, that Dick noticed made him scowl.

Talia had her hand on Jason’s shoulder.

“Richard, Beloved,” she greeted them.

Jason looked up. His eyes were red, and tear tracks marred his cheeks. He got up and approached Bruce until he stood before their father.

“Thanks for coming,” Jason said in a hollow voice.

Bruce didn’t hesitate; he hugged Jason, holding on to him as if he were the most precious thing in the world.

“Always, Jay lad, always. I’m so sorry that I ever made you think you couldn’t count on me. Don’t worry; we will find your son and bring him home safe.”

Jason was the first one to break the hug. He cleared his throat and sat back down.

“We just came back from looking around the school. They sent us back, saying that they’d regroup in the morning,” Jason added bitterly. “Did Tim tell you anything about the situation with Danny? How I found him?”

“Yeah, he told us while we got ready.”

“Hn, you found Danny in an alley after he came through a portal, correct,” Bruce asked.

“Yeah,” Jason gave a wet laugh, “The little tyke burrowed his way into my heart.”

“I put Ellie down for a nap,” Dick turned toward to voice to find a young red-hair walking into the living room they were standing in.

Jasmine Nightingale: Jason’s younger sister.

Not jealous, not jealous, not jealous

Raven turned and frowned at Dick. He looked away from her disappointed look. He couldn’t help what he was feeling.

His eyes fell on the pictures on the fireplace mantel. Dick walked toward them and picked up a picture of a five-year-old boy with blue eyes and black hair scowling at the camera while he had on a backpack.

So this was Danny.

The next picture he picked was of Jasmine, Jason, Danny, and a baby girl he assumed was Ellie, smiling at the camera. The following picture showed Lian and Danny swinging from Roy’s arms. The last one was one of Raven, Roy, and Lian with Jason’s family at what looked to be a birthday party.

Dick could see Jason’s happiness shining through the picture. Jason had left the family behind but had formed a new one. One that didn’t abandon him, one that had been beside him.

“Do you have any idea who would want to kidnap your son,” Bruce’s question brought Dick back to the present situation.

“I do,” Jasmine said, “Jazz Nightingale. I used to be Jazz Fenton.”

She took out a piece of rubber.

“The Fentons, my bioparents. The world I come from doesn’t have heroes. Well, it didn’t except for one. Phantom. He fought ghosts that would come through a portal from our basement. My parents’ lifework was to open a portal into the afterlife to study ghosts.”

“It wasn’t really to study, though. They wanted to capture, dissect, or destroy them to prove their crazy theories. In their eyes, all ghosts were evil and unfeeling without sentience. I don’t know how that worked because if something doesn’t have sentience, how can they be evil.”

“They finished their portal, but it didn’t work. My brother, Danny, decided to check it out with his friends. From what I understand, one of them asked him to enter so they could take a picture. He tripped; the on button was on the inside. He turned it on while he was inside.”

Jazz’s voice wobbled with emotions. She took a deep breath and continued.

“The accidents gave him powers, ghost powers. He was half dead and half alive,” Jazz said with a hollow chuckle. “He always called himself Schrodinger’s boy. My parents discovered Danny’s powers and attacked him while he was with Ellie with one of their inventions that was supposed to rip a ghost apart ‘molecule by molecule.’ As is usual with their inventions, it backfired and deaged them both instead.”

“I was there, luckily, and could push Danny into the portal before jumping after him, Ellie. When I got here, it had been a few weeks since I had pushed Danny in, even though it had only been a few minutes for me.”

There was silence for a few seconds before Bruce spoke up, “You think your parents kidnapped Danny this time?”

Jazz played with the piece of rubber in her hands, “I know they did.”

“I don’t care who took my kid. I’m going to find them and take my son back home,” Jason said. “Raven, can you help us with a location spell?”

Raven shook her head, “That’s the first thing I tried. Something is blocking my magic.”

“How is that even possible?” Jason got up, pacing, “I need to find him!”

Dick’s eyes widened when he saw Jason’s hair start to smoke.

“Jason, you’re on fire!” Bruce went to get a pot of water and was about to throw it at Jason when Talia stopped him.

“Habibi, you need to calm down. You won’t find Daniel if you let your emotions get in the way. You’re like him; he is your son. Concentrate and use your powers to find him.”

Jason stopped pacing.

“What if it doesn’t work,” he asked in a scared voice.

“Then we find a different way to look for him, but you’ll never know if you don’t try, habibi.”

Jason nodded and closed his eyes. A red light had Dick looking away. After blinking away the spots from his vision, Dick looked toward Jason again. But it wasn’t Jason, not anymore. In his place stood a creature of smoke and fire. Dick was about to attack when he noticed a purple ‘R’ in a white circle on the creature’s right breast.

“Jason, son, what is this,” Bruce asked breathlessly.

Jason opened his eyes, which resembled glowing embers.

“I’m sorry, dad, but I didn’t come back fully alive either,” Jason whispered, his voice echoing eerily. “I understand if you hate me, but please, help me look for Danny first.”

“Jay, lad, I could never hate you, with or without powers, whether you’re alive or half-alive. I will always love you, and you will always be my son.”

Jason gave a weak smile and closed his eyes. Then, Dick felt a warm wind pass through him. After a few tense seconds, Jason opened his eyes.

“I felt something weird. It felt like Danny, but he was scared. I know where they took him to, though, before his signature disappeared.”

“Where,” Dick asked.

“We need to go to Ghostwriter’s bookshop.”

Why didn't Jason go to Ghostwriter from the beginning? Well, give the guy some slack. His son just got kidnapped, and he's not thinking straight.

Anyway, I hope getting these chapters in a row has made at least some of you happy.

[marimayscarlett]

brussel3 😍

[epiemy]

Dick Grayson dating a Brazilian!Fem Reader - Part 1.

Warnings: just cursing

Have fun!

You in all your glory, Y/N da Costa is the niece of Beatriz, popularly known in the heroic world as Fire, the flaming heroine;

in a unique opportunity to get to know another country and escape the flawed government of hers, she decides to live near the headquarters of the company that her aunt helps to lead, Wayne Enterprises in Gotham City;

obviously the move wasn't so easy as his English was a little scratchy and he didn't know anyone, but Beatriz's boss was nice enough to give him a place in his company so that you can work and pay for the new apartment;

the first day in Gotham you already wanted to cry, but the Costa family is not made of losers, so fuck if a car wet you from head to toe, everything will get better, right?

wrong, damn time to spill the beans about how things could get better;

you see, normally you are an optimist but even someone like that gives up after being locked out of your apartment because a floor below yours had caught fire, when another company intern spilled hot coffee on you and now you have to endure a terrible rain ;

in your genius head, it would be a great idea to call your aunt's boss, after all, why not call a billionaire you barely know?

lucky for her Alfred, who found out to be Bruce Wayne's beloved butler, had answered the phone and sent a car to pick her up, after all she would be sick for sure after two hours under the storm that was happening in the city;

upon arriving at the mansion you are welcomed by a man a little older than you, but with a stunning appearance and electric blue eyes, those damn eyes;

oh shit...

"And you!!!" / "You fool!" is said respectively by adonis and by you, when acknowledging that he was responsible for you being soaked before the rain even started;

you changed looks for just over a minute until a clearing is heard inside the mansion, making the beautiful image of Bruce Wayne appear in all its glory in front of you;

"Mr Wayne, it's a pleasure to meet you even if it's not the best of circumstances" you smile at the businessman and he returns it shaking your hand and inviting you in;

"I didn't fail to notice that you've already met my eldest son, Richard-"

"Dick" the boy cuts off Bruce's speech and you mutter a "it suits you" while the older man covers his smile;

"Make yourself at ease Miss Y/N, I have matters to attend to but Dick could show you the mansion while Alfred prepares something to keep you warm" he nods and leaves the room without hearing a response from both;

"Suits me, huh?" Dick smiles and you just roll your eyes - "okay right... I owe you an apology for earlier, I was really in a hurry and didn't notice you on the street until it was late" he admits sheepishly, and it's gratifying seeing a man that size feel so small around you.

tired of so much talk you just ask him to show you his room, he agrees and you go to the next floor of Wayne Manor;

"I think you better buy me a brigadeiro after that" you point and close the door in the confused brunette's face, just shrugging and changing into comfortable clothes that were left on your temporary bed, allowing sleep to lull you lightly.

[princessamericachavez]

All the little things I’m obsessed about in the new Ted Lasso s3 trailer

NEW UNIFORM?? OR TRAINING TEES?

SHE’S SMITTEN UR HONOR

NEW COLIN HAIRCUT!!!

JAMIE’S REALLY GONE FULL “POOR LITTLE MEW-MEW” UH?

THEY TAPED TOGETHER THE BROKEN SIGN (SOBS)

TRENT MY BELOVED HOW I’VE MISSED U

DANI, MY LOVE, HAD EXACTLY A SINGLE LINE IN THIS TRAILER AND IT WAS “WUUU” AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

RICHARD IS STILL HOT. WATER IS STILL WET, TOO, PROBABLY.

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE SITTING IN THE BACK WITH TED? IS THAT BEARD WITH THE RED WIG? THE PERSON ON THE LEFT SEEMS TO BE SINGING OR SMTH?? (edit: i just realized it’s Rebecca??? byeeeeeeeeeeee she’s singing with them on the bussss)

FASHION ICONS (I HATE IT)

I LOVE THESE THREE SO MUCH LOOK AT THEM

WHAT’S WRONG WITH TED? HE’S GOT HIS HANDS IN HIS POKETS? WAS HE MID-PANIC ATTACK? WHY DIDN’T HE NOTICE THE GOAL???

IDK WHY THEY ARE SO EXCITED DURING TRAINING BUT I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCHHHHH

EVERYTHING GOING ON HERE. ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING. 

WHERE’S REBECCA THO?

WHAT’S GOING ON HERE? IS THAT A CHILD’S BED? WHY DOES ROY LOOK SAD?

THE BOYS ARE FIGHTING :)

THEY ARE THERE SUPPORTING NATE WTF HE DOESN’T DESERVE THEM

[rustbeltjessie]

Courtney, Love, and the Ones We Couldn't Save

Courtney sits cross-legged on my bed, thumbing through my photographs. She pulls four snapshots from the stack like she's drawing tarot cards, like pictures from twenty years gone can show her my fate as sure as the jagged loveline that runs across my palm. She flips them face up, tells me to look. A girl and a boy and a boy and a girl. First, girl. Mermaid of the great lakes fishhooked by beauty's cruelty. Streaks of blue and a seldom smile. She, altar, I, offering. My guitar heart, my escape route. She would not take it. Next, boy. Boy who Jaggered, pouted his hellmouth. A Richard in mojo boots with a father made of fists and addiction. I gave body. Thought haven, thought antidote. Instead, gallery. A new hanging-place for the old inherited brutality.

Next, boy. Priest of rumpled suits and wide-wet eyes. Rough hands that held me. His shatterable jar. I gave arms. Gave lips. Elixir and comfort. But I was not bottle enough, not whiskey enough. Not high enough proof. Then, girl. Pink and pixied. Sad as the first spring rain. She, orphan, I promise. My five-finger discount soul, my slit-wrist pact. She left me behind. Now Courtney looks at me, shakes her platinum head. Tells me she's loved that way, too. Too many times. Loved the lost girls with their necklaces of bruises. Bedded down with the boys so wounded they were already almost six feet deep. Caressed their fractures, their cuts. Offered herself up as glue, as suture. But a body is not a bandage. A heart is not a remedy.

I sit down next to Courtney, take her palm in mine. I used to think, she says, that kind of love went both ways. But it never does. Not when your beloved would rather see you drown than let themselves be saved. Oh, girl, I say, and we are silent. Remembering. The ones who, when we gave ourselves as parachute, oxygen mask, poultice, vow, refused. The ones who, when we needed them to be life boat, midwife, thread, succor, were nowhere to be found. The times when we realized that all the songs they wrote were not for us. Were not love. Were warnings, odes to their own pain. Glorified suicide notes.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from The Girl With the Most Cake: Poems About Courtney Love (Bone & Ink Press, 2019)

[seeingteacupsindragons]

So, if you asked to write your top 5 (or top 3) fav characters each from Yuumori and Jeweler Richard, what genre will you put them (or you agree that they should be in shounen & josei)....

Yuumori is definitely shonen, although it's kind of on the line toward seinin and kind of is a crossover in that aspect, and JR is definitely josei. The JR novels are a little hard, because they don't have remotely a good genre equivalent in the Anglosphere. They get called "mystery" but they're really not remotely mystery novels at all.

Fave characters!

JR:

Richard. My beloved.

Seigi. My dumbass himbo.

Tanimoto. My aroace queen.

Saul. My tired grumpy Dad.

Vince. My weirdo weeb tsundere.

YuuMori:

William. My beloved wet cat angry traumatized drama king.

Sherlock. My silly little feral gremlin freak.

Louis. My most practical sensible son.

Herder. My most endearing little freak.

Bond. My little gender queer shit stirrer.

[iamnot-theboynextdoor]

OFMD EP1 REACTION

i already know this is a dream sequence but opening on stede and izzy having a badass swordfight is dope

stede's fantasy is all about him looking and sounding super masc... babyboy that's not you...

HE FUCKING STABBED IZZY. HE KILLED HIM

and of course izzy's last words are "you absolute twaaaaaaaaaat" i'm fucking dying

AND THERE'S THE SLOMO BAYWATCH RUN GOD I LOVE IT

"knew you'd find me babe" and of course ed's got his beautiful beard back and he looks perfect and he loves stede's beard sfjgdskjgdshj stede

aaaaaaand f in the chat for stede's dream sequence, wee john is doing chemical warfare

"can't be worse than you moaning 'ed, oh, ed' all night long" f in the chat for black pete and the rest of the crew

AHAHAHA roach going "he's single" and shoving the swede at jackie. c'mon swede be a hobosexual for us we gotta sleep somewhere

"come closer. spanish jackie don't bite. i lied, i bite" and he giggles i am immediately on board congrats jackie on your 21st husband

love olu's fancy bartender waistcoat!

"i'll buy you a drink" this guy! the guy who's practically stede's twin! in the disco outfit that stede steals! is he the guy stede does a punch on? is he hitting on stede? oh my GOD where is this going

"richard banes. are you stede bonnet?" dear lord this guy could not have a posher accent. is he the guy who ends up with a fake nose. he's an undercover cop isn't he. how else does he know who stede is

awww fuck we're cutting to ed. shit's about to go down

(stede) "hope you're thinking of me as well" close-up on ed's TRUST NO-ONE tattoo. fuuuuuuuuck

and immediately the wedding ed's gonna crash is like some extremely classist/"we must breed more upper class, worthy humans" shit, so ed can do a little murder actually i immediately don't feel bad for them

"objection" ed can board a ship without anyone fucking noticing if it looks cool actually

THERE HE IS he's made everyone put on the emo paint. i keep pausing and rewatching this part. love izzy's sarcastic little smile

jim looks so fucking sexy

so does frenchie tbh

ed's just eating the cake. cake topper my beloved...

OH NO IVAN DIED. OFF-SCREEN. F IN THE CHAT. and frenchie only cares about the cake JUST KIDDING HE IS HARDCORE DISSOCIATING. poor fang tho...

stede taking down blackbeard's wanted poster... does he have a little shrine in the pig sty he's sleeping in. does he draw hearts on the posters

"he's just blowing off some steam" stede has decided the atrocities are cool and fun actually. atrocities are okay if the man doing them has big beautiful brown eyes too. what about it

"i also killed someone and stole their kiosk. sometimes action is better than vision" can we get sue on the crew? "that's what i've been telling him" "that's 'cause you're the smart one" sue confirms that olu is the only crewmember with a brain cell

'we can't turn up with any old ship, we need to look good" STEDE. FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD.

ed putting the little cake topper in his breast pocket next to his heart i'm going feral

"did everyone get cake?" "yeah they got cake"

ed is doing drugs and izzy has never looked more miserable and soggy. he looks like someone dunked him in an inkwell

OH HERE'S THE SCENE. THE SAD WET MEOW MEOW SCENE

shit's gotta be really bad if izzy needs to be rocked and cuddled while he cries... babyboy you should have just let ed hold the talent show...

i am not at all surprised that jackie's taking all of stede and co.'s savings. this is jackie's house. jackie does not have a tip jar. you're in the republic of pirates hide it better next time

BOO CAKES!

well you didn't even get jackie and the swede a wedding present. this is her wedding present. HIDE THE JAR BETTER-

"what if we took that back?" "i think my husbands would have a problem with that. have you met all twenty of 'em?" PAUSING TO LOOK AT THE HUSBANDS.

"that's a lot of husbands" black pete misses his husband, tails. he misses him a lot

love the one wearing no shirt and a tight waistcoat/corset thing with the axe. one's got cool glasses. two of them are either super twinky or lady-husbands, excellent either way (jackie and her lady-husbands, nandor and his guy-wives... beautiful...)

EDIT: THE TWO HUSBANDS ARE TRANS GUYS HELL YEAH HELL YEAH

"i know that guy we had breakfast together" "you will be having a lot of breakfasts-es together" "oh ok" sometimes a family is a pirate businesswoman and her 20 19 18 20 husbands and we stan

maybe the sexy axe husband cooked the breakfast. i am delighting in imagining them being all cute and domestic until jackie needs them to stand around and look intimidating and then they all scramble into position. their job is to cook breakfast and look sexy and scare the shit out of anyone jackie points them at

i like to imagine that as soon as one of jackie's husbands died she's like fuck i gotta get a new one to make up the numbers. my brand is 20 husbands i can't be seen with only 19. who's new in town that is remotely attractive. ooh, swedish blondie with a metal tooth, he'll look nice next to the one in glasses

anyway stede and co. are now homeless rip

why does roach have buttons on a rope leash sfhdskjghsgk is buttons so desperate to return to his true love (the sea) that they have to treat him like a toddler trying to run into traffic

"dear ed, i think i'm afraid to see you. i'm not afraid you're gonna kill me, i'm afraid your life is better without me!" I AM GOING TO LOSE IT. SOMEONE GET THIS POOR BOY SOME SELF-ESTEEM

i paused on the wanted poster and it said "wanted for theft brigandry larceny arson tax evasion" sgkjhsfgkjsfhgk the fucking IRS is going to find ed before stede does

"could be. could be, mate" stede your ed impression sucks shit

oh god richard's there. are you a cop or just a fan.

"the gentleman pirate saved my life! quite frankly, you're my hero!" with his fancy fucking coat oh god stede has a fan. stede has a copycat fan. AND STEDE'S NOW HAPPY OH MY GOD I AM HITTING HIM WITH A HAMMER (affectionate)

he fed stede a line about jackie's roman puzzle chest... i don't fucking trust this guy i'm convinced he's either a navy plant or a husband plant...

(if he is truly just a baby stede i'm putting him in a jar and shaking him (affectionate))

I FUCKING LOVE THE SWEDE

oh god back to ed's depression den

"not good enough. and that's another toe. take your boot off." okay ed, i know you're trying to get izzy or anybody to kill you in your sleep or something but i'm still. noooo don't commit atrocities you're soo sexy aha

"who am i to you" oh god. shit's gotta be really really fucking bad if izzy's doing emotional intimacy

"i have... love for you, edward" i'm going to explode

first of all izzy is delusional if he thinks he knows ed better than anyone else - we know and love this about him

second, con's fucking acting is going to kill me. he's looking at the floor, there are tears in his eyes, he's whispering and pauses as if saying the word love is going to kill him (and it's not just the emotional repression considering how volatile ed is)

and the way the line is written - it's not "i love you" or "i'm in love with you", it's not a thing izzy does or is, it's a thing he has. an object he's carrying around, separate to him, he's trying to distance himself from it.

and of course ed interrupts him with "oh come on" because he does not trust that anyone actually loves him and he doesn't want anyone to any more, he wants izzy to hate him and kill him!

"i'm worried about you, we all are. the atmosphere on this ship is completely poisoned. but if we could all just maybe... talk it through" SHIT'S GOT TO BE REALLY REALLY UNQUESTIONABLY HORRIFICALLY FUCKING BAD IF IZZY IS ADOPTING STEDE'S CATCHPHRASE

ed, ominously "as a crew" as blackbeard's leitmotif starts up... WORST CHOICE OF WORDS EVER IZZY I'M TERRIFIED

izzy: i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up

POOR FANG IS WHIMPERING ED DON'T SCARE HIM!!!!!

"i know who we should ask, ol' blackbeard!" (shoves gun under his own chin) jesus christ ed

"FUCKING END!" izzy has had ENOUGH

AND AS SOON AS HE SAYS STEDE'S NAME ED SHOOTS HIM

"frenchie, you are now first mate" STEPS OVER IZZY GROANING IN PAIN

i am very worried

HARD CUT TO THE SWEDE AND JACKIE LMAO

oh god stede's adopted ricky. this can only end terribly

aaaaaand f in the chat for ricky's nose

"i can't believe you guys robbed jackie! so bad!" swede.

jackie looks gorgeous though

SUE IS OF COURSE THE BADASS PIRATE QUEEN

and jackie loves her a sexy swedish double-crosser

thank you sue for adopting the gang of idiots

OH GOD JIM AND ARCHIE MOPPING UP IZZY'S BLOOD. THAT'S A LOT OF BLOOD

poor fang is still crying

awwww and jim's telling him pinocchio to calm him down! (but they suck at telling stories)

"do the voice"

and jim does the fucking voice

ed sounds like he's holding back tears as he describes sailing and robbing and never landing

"fuck you, stede bonnet" "good night, ed teach" HHHHHHH

stede come on man pick up a fucking oar you're not the captain any more

at least we got one romantic reunion! and it was buttons and the ocean <3

sdkfjhsdkjgsdk everyone being like "are we soup merchants now? sweet" and olu with his poor overworked brain cell like "hang on... there's no soup here"

ZHENG YI SAO FUCK YEAH BAY BEE

AFTER CREDITS SEQUENCE!!! storytime with jim extended edition!!!!!

[marimayscarlett]

🎶 Don't just stand there, let's get to it, strike a pose, there's nothing to it 🎶

// Richard posing on stage while Till has fun splashing rain water around 🕺🏻🌧️ // source: @zickzack

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 9. Strings Attached

Pairing: Turpin x Wife!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Christmas Party at a grand estate

Continuation of: Prompt 4. Biting Cold

A/N: So, I heard you, shall we continue this little story then? After all, dear Richard is owed a little pleasure too after that carriage heating - isn’t he? 🙊👀

Tags/TW’s: Smut [Kissing, Praise, Gift-wrapped, Dom/Sub, Penetration, Oral Sex, Bondage], Lots Of Love.

Word Count: 2.4k+

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The ball-like Christmas party was a wonder to be part of. Especially on Richard’s arm. You weren’t keen on people chatting too much with you, or strangers trying to invade your personal space — with Richard by your side that was never a problem. Some may have felt lonely, excluded even, from the bustle of the party when none dared come close or strike up a conversation (at least not without your husband’s showed approval) but you quite enjoyed it.

You were safe, protected, cared for and held on to tightly by the only person who mattered to you. A man none dared insult, interrupt or even approach without some sort of indication that he was willing to speak with them. Still, none dared enter his personal space — only you were welcome there. Welcome to touch him, speak freely with him, to be close to him. It was a privilege that you valued beyond anything else in the world.

That he had a few hours ago gifted you with a toe-curling, heating orgasm none would ever know. But you did. He did. All the pleasure between the two of you was for none to know but the pair of you to enjoy. And boy, oh boy did you enjoy it; him.

You giggled quietly while Richard spoke with the host in a short, dismissive manner. The short, stout man raised his brows at you but quickly found his neutral expression when Richard glared at him.

“I apologise, I simply thought of something most enjoyable, my Lord,” you said to the man with an innocent smile. He softened while Richard looked down on you with a raised brow. “Will you excuse me, darling?” you asked quietly, your eyelashes fluttering while your cheeks turned rosy. His eyes widened, just enough for you to notice. “Certainly,” he stated calmly even if the tiny smirk playing at the corners of his lips told a different story for less than a second.

“I shall find you momentarily,” he continued after a breath and you nodded before you said goodbye to the host of the grand celebration for higher society before family and true friends would claim all’s attention closer towards Christmas Day. The only attention you wished to garner was that of your beloved husband though. And that you most certainly had.

≪⁕≫

The door closed silently, a mere click of a sound echoing from the other side of the room. You stood by the bed in the guest room that had been arranged for you and Richard at the grand estate, waiting for him in your stockings and a red satin string that was wrapped around you as if you were a present for him. It curled around your thighs, stretched up in a V over your upper body — the silky fabric rubbing against your nipples teasingly — only to flow over your shoulders and become one line before twisting and wrapping around your waist until the two ends tied together in a simple bow. The ends dangled right at your pelvis.

Your body was nearly fully showcased for him yet the view you offered where that of your back while you listened to his breathing grow heavy. It was such a small difference, but each part of Richard was controlled — ordered and precise — so to hear his breath hitch and falter, growing heavier and deeper, made you feel utterly powerful.

“Love,” he exhaled as your bared cunt began to wet the string where it was wrapped several times from all directions over your core. The part of you only he had ever touched, tasted, smelled, filled. “What, in god’s name, is this wondrous creature I’m beholding? This cannot be my sweet little wife, my pure little flower, my innocent little love,” he hummed with a thundering vibration in the low tone. It made your entire body heat and soften.

You had never done such a thing before, it was so vulgar — so erotic. But for him, you wished to be every bit as lust-inducing as he was to you wrapped in the finest velvet and softest silk, the lightest of cotton; a glorious present for you to unwrap each and every evening. You wished to grant him that same thing, no matter how nervous you had been thirty seconds ago, how many times you had to convince yourself over and over that he would appreciate it, that he would enjoy it. Enjoy you daring to do such a thing as dress yourself in a mere string and stockings.

You dared not turn while his footsteps echoed out, moving him ever closer. Your stomach corded itself with knots, your palms turned damp and it felt as if you weren’t able to drag enough air into your tight lungs. And then he touched you.

The second his warm finger began to stroke a line from your shoulder to your bum, along the string at your back, you felt yourself let go of your inhibitions. His touch was light but worshipping. “You are exquisite, my love,” he exhaled with awe in his voice. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes as his finger skimmed your buttock and stroked along the line of your stocking before sliding over to the other leg and repeating the motion upwards to your shoulder.

He grabbed your neck sturdily. A gasp slipped between your lips. He stepped into you, his nose in your hair and his stomach against your back while he inhaled your smell without hiding it. “Richard,” you moaned as his other hand wrapped around your front, splaying out over your stomach atop the red silk. “I shall enjoy this,” he murmured darkly before his teeth graced the shell of your ear and you whimpered. “Hush love, you have done most beautifully,” he continued and the praise sent spikes of pleasure through your very soul.

“Turn for me, love,” he commanded gently but he twisted you around with the hand gripping your neck while you obeyed. There was no fighting the demand in his voice. You loved that. Loved that he could be so dominant, and commanding, yet you never doubted he held you at the forefront of all his actions — your safety and comfort of the utmost importance for him. “Merry Christmas,” you exhaled as you came face to face and he smiled. That special smile that was for you and only you. When his heart was overflowing with love, appreciation, and awe for you; that was when he gave that smile.

“Merry Christmas, love,” he said in return and leaned forward to plant the softest of kisses atop your forehead. “I love you,” you whispered while every nerve in your body was set aflame by his hold of you. “As I love you.”

He leaned back and released your neck, taking half a step back. He admired your body, from head to toe and lingered in certain places you knew he had a particular fondness for. All your fear, your worry, your self-consciousness, it all melted away under that adoring gaze.

“You are perfection,” he whispered, almost as if it weren’t meant for your ears. “Such a gift,” he continued and your breath hitched as he hooked your eyes with his grey ones. They were endless, love-filled, clear and open. All for you.

“Stand still, sweetness,” he demanded quietly and you nodded. At a loss for words when he became that man in the bedroom. He could be the sweetest lover, the gentlest of bedders, or he could be him. You loved both equally but when your husband took command and allowed some of that dominance he had in his veins to shine through you got excited. After all, you trusted him completely.

So, you stood still. Your chest heaved and your thighs rubbed together but there was nothing you could do about that. “Such pretty string,” he murmured as he lazily dragged his finger along it down your front. “Such, a pretty, bow, my love,” he continued as his finger grabbed one of the ends and began to tug. You wanted him to rid you of the now-stifling silk and touch you everywhere. To take and claim, ravage and caress. You were his and you wished him to be as desperate as you to re-establish the never faltering law of it being so.

His fingers hooked the string and, with a jerk, you were flush against him. The edge of his lips turned upwards in a smugly satisfied smile. You radiated heat, his warm finger against your soft stomach sent chills along your spine, stiffening you.

“So pretty,” he said, “like the day I found you.” “Richard, please,” you said while you tried to hold your hands still — to not reach for him or bury your fingers in the gloriously grey strands of hair skimming the neckline of his gorgeous coat and shirt perfectly matched with a lush cravat. “You are mine, mine alone,” he said and grabbed your neck with his free hand before slamming his thin lips against yours. You moaned and melted into him, unable to resist touching him for another second.

He groaned as you tugged at the lapels of his coat, skimming your hands upwards to his neck before embedding your fingers between the soft strands of hair you always ended up tugging on. He grabbed one of the ends of the string and pulled it, unravelling the bow effortlessly. “You never cease to amaze me,” he said into your mouth, against your hungry lips.

He took half a step back, dragging a whimper from you at the lack of contact. But then he went down on one knee, pulling the string away from your body gently, methodically, while watching the slightly red marks left behind. Leaning in, he kissed your upper thighs, your stomach, the mound of your core. You were on fire for him. Seeing him kneel before you were a pure aphrodisiac.

As he kissed his way up your body he slowly rose and dragged the string with him. Once you were free of it he directed you to the bed, pressing down on you until you laid flat on your back among the lush covers. “Hands,” he demanded and you offered them to him. He tied you up, pulled them over your head and tied the string to the bed. Your chest heaved, your skin covered with a slight misting of sweat from the pure heat of your insides while he straddled you, leaning over with a hand by each side of your head.

“All tied up for me,” he said and kissed you before backing down along your body, leaving a new trail of kisses searing your sensitive skin. When he reached your cunt and began to lick and suck you writhed beneath him. Moaning, calling his name like a prayer. He built you up, up, up while the sound of a muted Christmas carol from the ballroom ended up fully tuned into his movements.

You exploded a mere moment later, your entire body convulsing and trembling while your dear husband lapped at your entrance with a satisfied humming. “Mine,” he said and kissed each of your inner thighs while he raised himself up on his knees.

You looked with hooded eyes up along his body, the light dusting of grey chest hair, the rounded stomach he boasted so perfectly paired with his thick thighs and strong arms connected by broad shoulders. He was magnificent. “Mine,” you said in return and his eyes widened with a wave of lust muddling the clear grey colour.

He grabbed your hips, and with one single thrust, he was buried within you. You gasped and threw your head back at the amazing sensation. Richard’s groan filled the room as he pressed himself a bit further in, filling you completely.

“Beautiful,” he said and you looked up at him only to see him view you with the warmest of adorations in his eyes. It made your heart ache. Before you had become close, there had been only cold grey in those eyes of his but now, now they shined and shimmered with all things lovely. Always for you, only for you, with and by you.

You tugged on the red satin string holding your arms in place, wanting to touch him yet being fully into the restriction keeping you in place for him. You would give yourself to him in any manner, whatever he needed or wished for you wanted to be. As he was all things for you.

He straightened and grabbed your thighs, tugging you down so far the string was fully stretched and tensed. It dug into your wrists, offering a hint of pain with the pleasure he provided, heightening it. And then he moved, withdrawing and pummelling back in with vigour. Drawing moans from the both of you while the bed rocked.

Your body burned, his grunted breaths and quiet moans filled your ears while your own body tightened and tensed as he built you up once more by each stroke hitting the perfect spot in your already sensitive core. When he moved his hands down to make one of his thumbs circle your clit you cried out.

He kept going, taking your pleasure while you convulsed and shook by his actions until he thrust into you harder and harder, more erratic in his motions while he chased his own climax. You whimpered and moaned as your orgasm was dragged out by him and then he stilled. With a guttural groan, he spilt into you. Claiming you anew, marking and searing you with his cum.

After a moment of silence filled only by your shared panting and the muffled music of the live orchestra down below he laid down atop you, supporting his weight on his elbows while untying the string. The second your arms were free you wrapped them around him. Exhausted and blissed out, happy and contented beyond measure.

“I love you, angel.” “As I love you, my sweet love.” “When you spoke of our marriage coming with strings attached, I must confess these were not the type of strings I imagined,” you smiled out, knowing full well what strings had been attached to your marital bond.

Richard chuckled, “Indeed. Quite preferable strings, though. Do you not agree, my sweetness?” “I wholeheartedly agree,” you answered and kissed his cheek while he snaked his arms in under you. “Any strings, I’ll tie any and all strings to have you,” you continued as his breath hitched, right by your ear. “You stole the words out of my mouth, my love.”

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A/N: Oh, I just adore Richard! 😭 He’s just so amazing, gosh I love him… I hope you enjoyed this continuation of prompt 4 darling! I had so much fun writing this, and isn’t it just so wonderful to imagine our dear Judge Turpin in a happy marriage filled with mutual love? Gosh, I love it… I hope you feel the same darling 💚

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[Dec:2022]

[nebulouscoffee]

For the WIP ask game, how about… “gaze”, “people”, “green”, and “tomorrow”?

Very interesting picks, thank you so much! And, to make up for the delay in answering I shall include more than just one sentence😊 (definitely unrelated to my inability to vibe with my first drafts, especially lines taken out of context, not at all related, hehehehe)

"Gaze" - from a oneshot set during Richard Bashir's time in jail

“I’m sorry, it’s just… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry.”  “‘Course you have,” Richard sniffs. “Ah, you don’t remember, do you?” Julian blinks, shaking his head- clearly faking the urge to look away. It’s uncanny; how similar their eyes are. Richard meets the same tactless gaze in the mirror each morning.

"People" - from a oneshot I started with the idea of 'Past Prologue' but it's from the perspective of a Bajoran who (understandably) despises all of my beloved blorbos

“Stop calling it “Deep Space Nine”!” She pounds at the desk- and Major Kira actually flinches; the coward. “You should’ve heard that Starfleet engineer! “Now, these aren’t quite state-of-the-art yet, but trust me, Sir- those Cardies’ll have a tough time taking back our station”. “Our” station!” Kira at least has the decency to wince at that. “Major,” she stresses, almost in tears- “these people don’t belong here any more than Dukat did. How long, until we’re sweeping their carpets? How long till we’re choking on chemical fumes again, being ripped from our families- building parts for their starships with our bare hands?”

"Green" - from a kiradax fic where Nerys is thankfully having a much better (and slightly NSFW) time

Two years ago, Dakhuri’iala Lake was empty and lifeless- now, it laps eagerly at her lover’s ankles in a way that frankly makes Kira jealous. If she blinks, she will see the smoking shells of bomb casings; bodies rolling down Kola Mountain in a heap of dust, bodies naked in a context so sickeningly at odds with the moonlit beauty before her- so she doesn’t. No, she thinks, unclasping Lela’s hands behind her back- actually, she’s rather done with reminiscing for the night.  It happens softly, the planting of her knees upon fresh green grass- the first brush of her lips against lush wet skin; the whole of Bajor seemingly holding its breath.

"Tomorrow" - from a Kai Winn fic that's basically a collection of all her prayers to the Prophets

Tomorrow is my D’jarr’bas ceremony- I turn thirteen, by the way. I… guess you already knew that. I hope you’ll come see, and give me all of your blessings! Norehj doesn’t believe me when I say I can talk to you, but he’s just an idiot. Who cares what he thinks, right?

[forever-fixating]

Howdy, friend!

Here, you'll find a list of my completed projects, along with works-in-progress (both posted and ones I have behind the scenes.) Feel free to ask questions about any of the WIPs because I am a story nerd and love to geek out about what I'm writing!

Completed:

All I Want for Christmas is You (One-Shot)

“I’ve been talking with Catherine.”

Alex let out a wet laugh. “I don’t know whether to be excited or afraid.”

“Watch it, kiddo,” she chided with a light smack to the back of his head. “Anyway, we’ve been talking, and we both agree you boys deserve some alone time together.”

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With the election drama behind them, Ellen Claremont and Catherine Fox conspire to give their boys an early Christmas present: three weeks alone in a cabin in the Rocky Mountains. Alex and Henry couldn't be more excited.

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if you guys only knew… (One-Shot)

Summary: Alex livetweets his and Henry’s reactions to the season two finale of AMC’s Interview with the Vampire

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Love on the Menu (Multi-Chapter)

Henry Fox has a side hustle at his job as a host in an upscale restaurant. He loves setting up romantic moments for guests who want a little something extra for their night out to dinner. A bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne for the couple celebrating their 50th anniversary? Easy. A special table with candles and a dessert with a surprise for the woman about to propose? Child’s play. But despite playing Cupid for the restaurant’s guests, Henry has never been on the receiving end of a grand romantic gesture. So imagine his surprised delight when anonymous gifts begin appearing just for him. 

Who is Henry’s secret admirer? Only Valentine’s Day will tell.

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living in a new normal (Multi-Chapter)

Henry Fox could write an entire dissertation based on how much information his twin nieces Penelope and Grace have told him about their favorite band, Austin Heat. The girls peppered him with neverending facts since he surprised them with tickets and meet-and-greet passes to their concert at Madison Square Garden last Christmas.

Henry Fox takes his nieces to a concert of their favorite band, Austin Heat. He gets a bit more than he bargained for when he meets singer and guitarist Alex Claremont-Diaz.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

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Chef Specials of Love

One-shots set in the world of Love on the Menu. These will include moments from the story from Alex's POV as well as follow-up moments to see the first year of the boys in love and beyond.

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A Tournament for His Heart

In the ancient island kingdom of Lerasea, Prince Henry is trapped. Following the tragic deaths of his parents and the poisoning of his beloved twin sister Bea, he has been living under the oppressive thumb of his grandmother, Queen Mary. Now she has informed Henry that he is to be the grand prize of the joust as the culmination for the month-long celebration of her Diamond Jubilee. But little does she know, Henry is aware that this so-called contest is a farse, that she intends the wicked Lord Richards of Heinsestadt to be the victor, no matter what.

But not all hope is lost…

In the fledging but progressive country of Ararbas, Prince Alexander Claremont-Diaz receives an invitation to attend the Diamond Jubilee celebrations and a chance to compete for Prince Henry’s hand. He knows the odds will be stacked against him, but Alex's love for the golden boy he once knew has never faltered. He accepts the invitation, determined to free his love from Mary’s sinister clutches.

Will the young lovers finally get their happily ever after? Or will the gods see their story end in tragedy and heartbreak?

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WIPs Behind the Scenes

Please don't say you love me (Multi-Chapter)

Summary: When Henry has his first heartbreak, he leaves England for the Southern comfort of his Granny Bea in his dad’s hometown of Hot Springs, Arkansas. There, he finds more than he was looking for in a queer community where he’s able to explore and accept his sexuality as he never had before and an infuriating server/bartender/barista Alex who challenges him at every turn. Can he set aside his heartbreak and allow himself to be truly loved for the first time? (My passionate passion project. I won’t post it until it’s done, but I’ve been slowly tinkering on it. I am beyond excited for this story and can only hope I can do its themes and my interpretations of these characters I love justice.)

Notes on International Relations (Multi-Chapter)

Summary: When First Daughter Alexa Claremont-Diaz decides to spend a year studying abroad at Oxford, her mom decides to “help” by arranging for her to room with Princess Henrietta Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor. This will prove to be very awkward as Alex can’t stand the Princess due to a terrible first impression at the Rio Olympics.

But little does Alex know, two semesters in close proximity with Hen will bring a whole new meaning to “international relations.”

a love time will lie down and be still for (Multi-Chapter)

Summary: To be a child of the 90s is to love this movie. Henry and Bea are siblings bound by a family curse that dooms the ones they love to an early grave. Can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart? Will Henry and Bea defeat the curse that has plagued their family for generations? Will Henry get the mythical impossible boy he cast a spell for as a child?

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Rules: Tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better!

Tagged by @yeyayeya !

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Last song: I've listened to 'Wet Dream' by Wet Leg a lot recently. It's just a fun song!

Currently watching: I started to watch Trigun Stampede. I've only watched 2 episodes, but so far I haven't liked the pacing. I like the tone and general vibe of the show, but I find it hard to get through shows with bad pacing. Like I said, since it's only been 2 episodes, I definitely want to continue watching!

Currently reading: A terrible answer I know, but nothing really right now. Not long ago I was reading a lot more, so I've gotten a little burnt out for now. Once my desire comes back, I want to continue reading The Case Files of Jeweler Richard. I also want to finish Lady Chatterley's Lover, reason being I started a while a go, and just haven't finished it. It's been a while, so I'll probably have to read from the start again. Not a novel, but I also want to read more Witch Hat Atelier. Other manga wise, I've been reading Chainsaw Man & Seraph of the End!

Current obsession: Baldur's Gate 3! I've been playing a lot since it came out on PS5. I pretty much have zero experience with DnD, but generally love high fantasy + RPGs, so this is totally up my alley. I'm near the end of Act 1, and as of right now I really like the companion characters (Especially Shadowheart & Astarion, my beloveds). I also love seeing all the different paths one could take in the game too, both gameplay & story wise.

Despite the 'rule', I don't feel the need to tag anyone in particular, but feel free to do this yourself!