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[belongstocaptaindoyle]

my fanart for @misshazelevers20 Thank you for putting up with me for so many years ❤️❤️😅

[lindybot]

You want me. I want you, baby.

— Dua Lipa, "Levitating"

For @misshazelevers20 for the Good Girls gift exchange 2021 ❤

[blizabrth]

a height difference ( brio)

you literally sent this to me in the beginning of may lmao. prompts are scary! but very fun! i finally managed to get this idea down... not exactly sure if i followed the prompt rules or not. but! hope you enjoy <3

He doesn’t knock. He doesn’t have to anymore—he can use the new key on his keyring. The one that’s between the small one for the post office box and the well-worn soccer ball-printed one that Marcus had picked out when they’d moved from the loft. It’s shiny-gold, edges still sharp from the fresh cut when it was made at the hardware store last week.

It’s not that late yet, but late enough that he’s cautiously quiet as he turns the key in the kitchen door lock and enters, careful of the sound of the latch as he shuts the door behind him. As he steps further into the house, he takes in the stillness of the entire ground floor—the corners are dark, the only light coming from the flickering television and the yellowish bulbs in her kitchen. The dishes from dinner have been left half-finished, one side of the sink still soaking plates and cups in soapy water. He tilts his head, listening. There are the faint groans of the floorboards over his head, where he can see in his mind’s eye Elizabeth upstairs, imagining her footfalls as she moves from bed to bed, performing the nightly routine with the kids.

He goes to the bottom of the stairs and waits for her there. Sees her socked feet appear at the landing. She pauses there for a beat, noticing him waiting for her. And then she slow-steps down to him, appearing inch by inch until there she is, all of her, her small hand touching the rail, the hint of a smile on her lips as she comes to a stop a couple stairs above him. This is a rare angle that he’s only just started to be able to appreciate her from—he looking up at her, her down at him. He likes looking at Elizabeth from all directions but damn if she doesn’t look good on top or hovering over him or, like this, soft and back-lit from the upstairs hall light with her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she peers down at him.

Rio lifts his chin and looks up at her, his own grin lop-sided and lazy as he says, “’Ey, mama.”

She reaches out, runs her fingertips along his jaw and then down over his shoulder, smoothing out a wrinkle in his shirt.

“You look tired,” she mutters, a note of concern in her voice.

He lifts one shoulder, “Long day.”

She’s moving both of her hands then to the crown of his head, running her fingertips over his scalp. He allows his eyes to fall closed as she smooths her thumbs over worry lines in his forehead he didn’t know he’d been bearing. It sends a relieved shiver down his spine, and he feels the tension held between his shoulder blades loosen. Her lips press to the top of his head as she pulls him closer, their arms sliding around each other, her hand holding his head against her collarbones.

It’s dark and quiet in her huge home and for a moment they stand wrapped around each other like that, until she shifts her weight and speaks softly against his skin, “Want to take a shower?”

And then he’s tugging her the rest of the way down the steps and leaning down so he can capture her mouth with his and she’s walking backwards towards her bedroom and, yeah, he really does like her from any which way he can get at her.

send me an intimacy prompt and i will try to write things <3

[bathroombreaks]

“You’re being too loud, ma” beth x rio for the sentence ask

ty for sending this!

this gave me two different ideas and i couldn’t decide which one to do, so you get both! the second one’s under a cut because it’s not pg-13 (first time for everything, i know)

“You’re being too loud, ma,” Beth parrots back at Rio, forcing her voice to go as low and scratchy as it can in her best approximation of his. “That’s what you sound like,” she tells him, just in case he didn’t get it — not because her impression isn’t excellent, but because Rio just isn’t very good at picking up on that type of thing — jabbing her finger into his chest for emphasis. “Nah, mama, it really ain’t,” he replies, shaking his head, an amused smile on his face. She’s going to protest this, of course — again, her impression of Rio is great, he just can’t appreciate it — but then he moves closer, his chest brushing hers as he leans down to murmur “You know I don’t mind you being loud, Elizabeth” into her ear and she loses her train of thought, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets the closeness of him wash over her. It’s always like this with Rio — too many times, Beth gets lost in his eyes, counting his freckles, watching his hands move, appreciating the way his voice dips. “I just don’t think you’ll be happy with me tomorrow when I tell you that you woke up the entire block,” he adds as he steps away from her, toothy grin in place, spell thoroughly broken. “I am not-” Beth starts, admittedly maybe a smidge — a very small smidge; almost non-existent, really — too loud for the middle of the night in the suburbs, when Rio interrupts her with a shushing motion. Still grinning, he places his hands on her waist and spins her in the direction of her door. “C’mon, drunky, let’s get you into bed before you wake up the neighbours.”

[break between drabbles]

“You’re being too loud, ma,” Rio tuts, his lips just barely brushing the shell of her ear as he speaks, his fingers never losing their rhythm as they pump in and out of her. Beth can hear him speaking, but she’s too far lost — in the citrus-y cologne she can practically taste in the back of her throat with the way the smell of it’s so overwhelming, the bruises she can feel forming as the hand holding up her thigh tightens its grip, the heat pooling low in her belly as his thumb roughly circles her clit; just… in him — to be able to really understand a word he’s saying. It only sinks in when, after a particularly high moan, he chuckles, the sound reverbing in his chest, under her hands, and adds, his voice raspy and low and so, so good, “Getting caught having sex in the middle of your first family barbecue isn’t a cute look, Elizabeth.” She can’t help it, then — the way her hips roll, seeking more friction; the whine that escapes her when he gives it to her, sending every nerve in her body into overdrive. She does manage to sink her teeth into his shoulder, though, muffling the moans she can’t keep in, and she figures that’s as good as he could expect under the circumstances, really.

[daydreamstew]

lies, lips, don’t

HELLO!! 💜😊 oooooh these are juicy!!

Lies— this is from the second chap of depollute me (flower shop au)

Everything seems just the same.

And so does Elizabeth, busy wrapping a bouquet behind the counter. This time she’s in a black sweater, with this peephole giving him a distracting glimpse of what lies beneath her modest clothing.

Lips— this is from a post finale drunk brio fic

She moves a hand to cup his jaw and thumb at his lips, pulling it free from his teeth and marvelling at how soft they are. He must use lip balm. She’s never seen him put it on though.

“Do you use lip balm?” she asks, voice slightly slurring.

Don’t— loll this is from a random wip

“You sure? You don’t want me reminding you whose cum is in your pussy?”

“No, I--don’t want that,” she answers, but even she can hear the slight breathiness in her voice.

send me a word and if it’s in my wip, i’ll post the line it’s in

[bourbon-ontherocks]

I like Lana Del Rey, which crazy ex girlfriend should I listen to?

Mhhhh, it's a bit of a tricky one, but also I know that you already know all the CXG songs, hahaha!

From the top of my head I’d say Love Kernels for the lancinant beat and the melancholic lyrics but I’m not sure there’s anything closer musically speaking? Mhhh...

Send me your musical tastes and I’ll tell you which Crazy Ex-Girlfriend song you should listen to

[foxmagpie]

hi, I just wanted to say that I adore your blog and I always love reading your analysts and theories ( and also patiently waiting for an update to your wonderful stories). I hope you have a great day!

thank you so much ❤️ this was such a lovely thing to wake up to this morning. i love your blog too and everything you make for textsfrompaperporcupine. thank you for always making me laugh!

[mego42]

💘- what’s your favorite AU? Least favorite?

I have actually only written/posted one AU and it isn’t for GG (modern AU for t100, am, in fact, extremely proud of it), though I do have 2.5 in the works (pacific rim - partially drafted, buffyverse - thoroughly outline, pre-series strangers pwp - concept only) so I hope to change that before too long.

In terms of like, types of AUs, my favorite isn’t so much a specific genre/theme/subject/whatever as much as a style. I really, really, really love AUs that aren’t taking characters from one thing and sticking them in a premise from another but are fully ground-up reimaginings of what the characters would be like in the AU setting. some amazing examples include: 

@foxmagpie’s delinquents and stunner ‘verses 

@pynkhues’ pirate and porn star AUs 

@joeyjoeylee‘s law school AU

all of these feature totally unique worlds and circumstances but the characters still feel completely recognizable within them and it’s a really neat trick I am super envious of and want to figure out how to do myself. plus just like, the effort that goes into world-building is *chef’s kiss*. the pirate AU is particularly breathtaking with the sheer scope of research and development put into it, I am utterly blown away by it every time I read it. 

i’m also really, really obsessed with @querenaxx’s bet on it and @femalegothic’s post break up sex. those worlds are a little closer to canonverse, though in v different ways, but also feel completely fresh and i super love what they’re doing with them.

least favorite AU: coffee shop. hard pass. 

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