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deadline More behind-the-scenes of Nicholas Galitzine and Taylor Zakhar Perez at the #RedWhiteAndRoyalBlue #PrimeFYC event | Deadline Studio At Prime Experience

#nick sure just says whatever thoughts pop into his head doesn't he #your ass is NOT bigger baby but I'm glad it's living rent free in ur head

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Why is this video 24 hours long

#BIG #LARGE #BEAUTIFUL

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So, this is a bit of a different vibe for WIP Wednesday today, because I've actually shelved this fic for now for a myriad of offline life reasons. Feeling a little tender about it, but I'm trying to be the kind of person who is good at knowing when to not push through just to say I pushed through, so that's where we are. That said, I wrote some bits and bobs last week before I made the decision and I quite liked them. Consider this an apology for this fic probably not getting finished until much later this year. Perhaps in the meantime I'll write some silly, short nonsense when the mood strikes. Thanks to @cha-melodius, @eusuntgratie, and @onthewaytosomewhere, and @iboatedhere for the recent tags (and anyone else who I may have missed over the past couple weeks) even though I've been MIA. Under a cut because this is solidly X-rated content from the Porn Star AU. 😘

Alex grumbles nonsense into the skin of Henry’s back, trying to decide whether to get up or succumb to the urge to let the bed swallow him whole before reluctantly rolling off the bed and going straight for the water bottles just out of frame. He uncaps one, tipping a bunch into his mouth. On the bed, Henry sprawls out on his back, his legs long and his dick hard and tempting against his stomach.

“C’mere,” Henry says, gesturing to his lap.

Alex goes without thought, sits between the spread of Henry’s knees and drinks his water, uncaring when some of it dribbles down his chin and chest and onto the sheets.

Henry lays a hand on Alex’s leg, pushing against the grain of the sweaty hair. “How would you feel about me finishing in your mouth?”

Alex chokes on his next sip, coughing indelicately. “Um,” he says, holding the bottle out for Henry to take. “Yeah. Good. Totally down.”

Henry holds his dick at the base, tilting it towards Alex like an offering and Alex scrambles to situate himself on his stomach between Henry’s thighs. He looks regal from this angle. Smugly pleased. Alex wonders, not for the first time, what it will take to make Henry lose a bit of that frustratingly posh charm.

He starts by exploring the skin of Henry’s inner thighs with his mouth, kissing and biting the delicate skin until Henry twitches beneath him. “Touch yourself,” he says, head pillowed on Henry’s leg. He doesn’t usually go for slow seduction, but the tease feels like a drug.

Henry—uncharacteristically—complies without a fight. He jerks himself, his knuckles brushing back and forth against Alex’s cheek with each pass, and Alex rewards his obedience by getting sloppy with it. His tongue on Henry’s fingers, his groin, the base of his dick. 

“Yeah?” he asks, as if he can’t already predict the answer from the way Henry’s hand speeds up; from the tense and release of his muscles under Alex’s tongue. 

It’s unfair how much Alex wants this right now. Wants Henry on him and in him. This infuriating, confusing, gorgeous man. Fuck, Theo was so fucking wrong about this. Now Alex just has a whole host of other problems to go with the annoying fucking problem that is Henry Fox.

Instead of following that thought to its illogical conclusion, Alex gets an arm under one of Henry’s legs and slings it over his shoulder. Runs his hand down Henry’s flank until he’s pressing fingers against Henry’s hole. 

“Fuck, that’s—” Henry gasps, really stripping himself in earnest. God, Alex is into it. “Open your mouth.”

#cornstarch au #roux writes #mildly reminiscing about all the times I smashed out 30K in two months in my former life (how) #If I start going on about long plotty fic ideas PLEASE stop me #my brain does not know what's good for me

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Thanks for the WIP Weds tags @thinkof-england, @onthewaytosomewhere, @suseagull04, and also to the sunday tags I got (tagged below for tumblr idiocy reasons). Still trucking along on this one for right now, though I spent a while getting my RBB outline whipped into shape last weekend.

“You can call me B.” “Like M in the Bond movies, huh?” Alex asks, unable to help himself. “Very mysterious. Oh, do I get a code name? Can it be Barracuda?” There’s a beat, and then B says, “This is serious, Mr. Claremont-Diaz.” “I told you, it’s Alex. And I know it is.” He blows out a breath, staring up at the trees in the park and wondering how the fuck he got into this situation. “Sorry. My therapist tells me I have a tendency to resort to humor when I’m uncomfortable.” “I know it’s a lot, Alex,” she tells him, not unkindly. “My goal is to keep you safe.” “And what about him? My soulmate. Who’s keeping him safe?” “You don’t need to worry about him.” “I’m sorry, but fuck that,” Alex blurts, a little too loudly. An elderly woman with a dog a ways away shoots him a disapproving look. “He’s my soulmate, and he’s being held captive and tortured, I’m going to fucking worry about him.”

Open tag as always, and additional ones under the cut!

Thanks @welcometololaland, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @kiwiana-writes, @miss-minnelli, @orchidscript

@three-drink-amy, @blueeyedgrlwrites, @indestructibleheart, @heysweetheart-writes, @firenati0n

@iboatedhere, @sparklepocalypse, and @pippinoftheshire, I am tagging you all back for today if you haven't already done it!

Also tagging @clottedcreamfudge, @rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @14carrotghoul, @bigassbowlingballhead,

@getmehighonmagic, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @dumbpeachjuice,

@wordsofhoneydew, @inexplicablymine, @cricketnationrise, @oxfordslutphase, @ninzied,

@cactusdragon517, @mirilyawrites, @justabigoldnerd, @eusuntgratie, @thesleepyskipper

#SPIES FROM THE SPY QUEEN #this is already living rent free in my head

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feeling spicy today so fuck it have some forbidden disaster 'verse. still not sure i'll have the balls to post it but. words are being written. 😈

thank you for the tags @thinkof-england @onthewaytosomewhere @cha-melodius <3

open tag today bc this one's not for everyone but paging @bigassbowlingballhead & @oxfordslutphase 💜

set shortly after chapter 19 of disaster. sluttery under the cut.

Taylor: we watched your show Nick: we? Taylor: yeah Nick: and? Taylor: you’re even more of a fucking slut than i thought Nick: i told you i fuck everybody Taylor: god Nick: so tell me Taylor: tell you what Nick: what did you think Taylor: oh we enjoyed it Nick: yeah? Taylor: yeah Taylor: [audio file 10:36]

#chanting SLUTS SLUTS SLUTS #my horny third eye is open yes thank you ma'am

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bottoms reunion

#the gay agenda #bottoms ASSEMBLE

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Nicholas Galitzine photographed by Brady Lea

#it's fine it's fine it's FINE #gonna just stare at him in an artist observing a particularly detailed statue way #and think about how he always looks his best when he's serving well-groomed cunty butch lesbian energy #thank u to greece for ur service

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Today's WIP Wednesday brought to you by me not writing what I'm supposed to be writing. Thanks to @bigassbowlingballhead, @cha-melodius, @iboatedhere, @onthewaytosomewhere, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, and @eusuntgratie for the tags. 💋

Literally told @eusuntgratie I wasn't going to write this fic twenty four hours ago (lol) and then I spent my entire shower today imagining how it would play out, so like—oops I guess!!!! Have some sentences from a silly, goofy AU where they both work at a mall in the late 00s and Alex is a shirtless Abercrombie greeter. Inspired by one of my favorite bits of Nick lore. 😉

Henry has a sack lunch, a dog-eared copy of Persuasion, and a blessed half-hour of free time in which to enjoy them. A whole half-hour until he reports back to shift manager Carol and gets relegated to sorting cds or novelty bookmarks or sweeping the reading room for the remains of his shift.  The problem is that the food court is clear at the opposite end of this godforsaken complex. Henry has yet to get his bearings on the layout. Frankly he’s unsure that he ever will. American shopping malls are, in his opinion, a place where proper architectural decision making comes to die. So he dodges the pushy sales girls in front of Bath & Body Works, skids past the cellular phone kiosks and the Piercing Pagoda with its line of nervous tweens. He’s about to turn in search of the escalator when he sees perhaps the most attractive guy he’s had the pleasure of laying his eyes on since he stepped foot in this ridiculous state. Maybe ever. He’s reasonably tall. Muscular. Creamy brown skin and a mess of dark, looping curls on his head and smiling an absolutely lethal smile at whoever he’s speaking to. The kind that would get Henry out of his itchy trousers and on his knees in five seconds or less. Not to mention he’s bloody shirtless.

Open tag today because it's already nearly Thursday where I am!

#just an excuse to wax poetic about being a mid-00s mall rat #and delight in how horrified henry would be by the concept #roux writes #wip wednesday #rwrb fic

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I was tagged by @bigassbowlingballhead, @captainjunglegym, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @suseagull04,

@onthewaytosomewhere & @eusuntgratie for wip wednesday!

I'm still trucking along with my @aroyallybigbangrwrb and desperately need to crank out the last little bit before the tier one deadline next week sooo here ya go:

Alex dips his head back down to kiss along the long line of Henry’s neck. He runs his tongue along his collar bone, and before he can stop himself he sinks his teeth into the front of Henry’s shoulder.  (Alex hears Zahra’s sharp voice echoing in the back of his mind, reminding him that any indecent marks left on him better be able to be covered by a t-shirt, and he’s conscientious enough to extend the same courtesy to Henry.) The sound that Henry makes when Alex’s teeth find their mark is enough for Alex to know he has to immediately do it again, so he does.

open tag & also @getmehighonmagic, @magicandarchery, @sparklepocalypse @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@happiness-of-the-pursuit, @oxfordslutphase @cactusdragon517 (sorry if any of yall posted and i missed it, I've been away most of the day xoxo)

#marks marks marks #LOVE a good necking scene

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Wip Wednesday 4/17/2024

Wednesday? Already?? Well here's a little something more from Speak Now (or forever hold your piss)

“I told myself I wouldn’t cry,” Bea says, dabbing her knuckle under her eye, there are scattered chuckles among the guests. “Zahra. Shaan. I’m incredibly honored that you’ve asked me to take such an important part of your special day. To think, if my brother and Alex hadn’t knocked Pip’s cake over we wouldn’t be standing here today,” she gestures in their direction and chairs crack and groan as guests turn to look directly at Alex and Henry.  Just what Alex needs right now, everyone looking at him while he tries to keep himself composed. He gives a polite almost unnoticeable wave with an upward flick of his wrist. “Boys, do us a favor and stay away from the cake this time,” the guests erupt into laughter and Pez knocks Henry into Alex’s shoulder. Heat blooms in his cheeks, this is going to be a long wedding of Alex’s life. “I fucking hate weddings,” he mutters under his breath.

tags are being wonky as hell today again, i apologize if i miss anyone who's tagged me today.

tagged by:

@eusuntgratie @onthewaytosomewhere @littlemisskittentoes @cha-melodius @thinkof-england

@nocoastposts @agostobuwan @doublecheekedkinard @anincompletelist @captainjunglegym

no pressure tags:

@sparklepocalypse @getmehighonmagic @magicandarchery @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @heysweetheart-writes

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @lostcol

@firenati0n @onward--upward @wordsofhoneydew @sheepywritesfics @insecuregodcomplex

@taste-thewaste @cactusdragon517 @inexplicablymine @dreamsinthewitchouse @fivequartersoftheorange

@henrysfox @oxfordslutphase

#this title is so fucking inspired #can't wait to watch alex literally SQUIRM #(insert evil laughter here)

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Well well well, it's Wednesday again. I'm posting this fic tomorrow so have another teaser before I do so. Thanks to @kiwiana-writes, @onthewaytosomewhere, @dumbpeachjuice, @eusuntgratie @welcometololaland

@cricketnationrise and @three-drink-amy for the tags! (wow this five tags per paragraph thing is dumb)

“You came back,” Henry says, his voice soft with something like wonder. “Of course I did,” Alex replies. “We didn’t finish our conversation.” Henry ducks his head, blond hair falling alluringly over his forehead as his cheeks turn pink. The way their bodies mimic human physiology is astounding sometimes. “I suppose we didn’t. Would you care to walk with me in the gardens? It’s a lovely day.” “Can we do that?” “Ironically, you’re allowed so long as you have one of us with you, and I’m allowed so long as I’m with a guest,” Henry explains. “Plus, you’re a foreign dignitary. No one will bother us.” “Sure you wanna be seen with me? My sister would say I’m the furthest thing from dignified,” Alex says, grinning probably a little too broadly. Henry’s smile slants mischievous as he steps close enough for Alex to get a noseful of linen and fresh grass again. “Maybe I like that about you.”

Tags below, but also an open tag for anyone who'd like, tag me!

@clottedcreamfudge, @rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @14carrotghoul, @sherryvalli

@bigassbowlingballhead, @getmehighonmagic, @magicandarchery, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@iboatedhere, @nontoxic-writes, @liminalmemories21, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @leaves-of-laurelin

@firenati0n, @wordsofhoneydew, @sparklepocalypse, @indestructibleheart, @inexplicablymine

@oxfordslutphase, @ninzied, @cactusdragon517, @itsmaybitheway, @adreamareads

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@natendo-art, @mirilyawrites, @orchidscript, @nocoastposts

#will be vibrating all night in my sleep until I can read this on AO3 dot com

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different banner bc this one is just a bunch of lines from my various wips that i've poked at recently. i tried to actually write and it didn't go well but i am rotating all my blorbos like rotisserie chickens in my mind palace which i'm sure will eventually bear fruit. enjoy some random sentences!

i wanna be adored (elliott lefevre from chambers x marco peña from kissing booth 2 & 3)

Marco tries to catch Elliott’s eye. He’s honestly not sure if he’s drunk or if he just wants everyone to think he is.

mechanic alex (firstprince) this one is so close to being done please sir can i have some spoons 🙏

“Oh,” Henry whispers. “You beautiful slut. Look at you.” 

taylor pov of the second half of chapter 3 of disaster (taynick) i'm thinking i'll throw disaster in a series and post some ficlets, taylor pov, etc when inspo strikes (aka when jon gives me brainworms)

A buzzing sound from Nick’s nightstand jerks Taylor’s thoughts away from all the things he could do to get Nick to make more of those delicious noises.

untitled raf/alex (what is says on the tin. i'm FERAL for these two)

“I’ve got you,” Raf tells him, stroking a thumb over his cheek.

ryliver villa fic

“You fucking slut,” Oliver growls right into his ear. “You could barely tear your eyes off of me long enough to tell her how pretty she is, could you?”

i know you can't ignore me (another taynick fic)

Taylor’s not sure if Nick spent all night fighting off memories of the night they spent together, but he certainly did.

i'm always happy to chat about any of my wips! feel free to poke me - maybe some words will fall out! open tag + some no pressure tags under the cut.

i'm scheduling for midnight my time so if you beat me somehow i'm sorry! i'll hopefully be snoozin'!

tagging @bigassbowlingballhead @oxfordslutphase @lostcol @winderlylandchime @taste-thewaste

@dreamsinthewitchouse @basil-bird @sheepywritesfics @agostobuwan @ninzied

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @thinkof-england @wordsofhoneydew @happiness-of-the-pursuit @cactusdragon517

@violetbaudelaire-quagmire @dragonflylady77 @cha-melodius @heysweetheart-writes @captainjunglegym

#a whole meal of options!!!! #we are blessed #also obsessed with two of these having SLUT in them #;)))))

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Thanks to @cha-melodius, @eusuntgratie, @bigassbowlingballhead, @wordsofhoneydew, and @iboatedhere for the tagsss 😘

I've been out of the house a lot this week and have consequently been writing a lot of stuff by typing "line of dialogue" and "rambly note of prose" rinse, repeat lately. So instead of some snappy sentences you get a series of direct messages (a direct follow up to this snippet of tweets I posted) sent between Henry (aka James Austen) and Alex in the Porn Star AU (in image form because why write more words when you can distract yourself making silly mockups.)

no pressure tag at: @sparklepocalypse, @firenati0n, @celeritas2997, @ninzied, @anincompletelist and anyone else who hasn't been tagged but wants to share <33

#roux writes #cornstarch au #rwrb fic #do these count as sentences???? #i say yes

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happy sunday<3

thank you for the tags @cricketnationrise @duchessdepolignaca03 @junebugclaremontdiaz @cha-melodius @suseagull04 !!

some more junora <3

It's hard not to think about that night, especially when June is sitting on the couch with her feet propped up onto Nora’s lap. She’s gently rubbing at the soles of June’s feet with her thumbs, glancing every few minutes from the TV to her face.  Nora can't help but admire June; now changed out of her work clothes and  wearing a white tank top and shorts she stole from Nora. Her wavy hair is pinned back with a butterfly claw clip she only ever wears in the comfort of their home. June bites her lip in concentration as she focuses on her writing. Nora doesn’t realize she’s stopped rubbing June’s feet until she looks up at her with a playful glare. “Don’t stop, my feet are killing me.” June groans. “Flats are terrible for your feet, how many times do I have to tell you that?” Nora clips back, letting a smile spread across her lips when June rolls her eyes in response. “Or do you just need an excuse for me to take care of you?” Nora lets the last part slip, not necessarily regretting it but still remaining cautious of the reaction it pulls out of June. But to her surprise, there is none. June goes back to typing away on her laptop and nudges her foot back into Nora’s hand.

tags are always open<3

@bitbybitwrites @sparklepocalypse @bigassbowlingballhead @nocoastposts @anincompletelist @anchoredarchangel @rmd-writes @heysweetheart-writes @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @tinyarmedtrex @agostobuwan @piratefalls @itsmaybitheway @read-and-write- @captainjunglegym @cactusdragon517 @firenati0n @firstprincexo @priincebutt @o0anapher0o @onthewaytosomewhere @getmehighonmagic @eusuntgratie @rockyroadkylers @happiness-of-the-pursuit @magicandarchery @songliili @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @oxfordslutphase @alasse9 @leojfitz @inexplicablymine

#just gals being pals!!!!!!! #flats are indeed the WorstTM #junora

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I miss my girls inspired by that tweet nick saved on his phone (x x)

#BIBLICALLY ACCURATE TAYNICK #this is so funny and shi is a legend for drawing it #still cannot believe that dweeb saved it on his phone

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he’s so unserious

#“not online much” he says #sure nick whatever u say #love this dumb silly dweeb of a man

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Writing is still coming a bit slowly these days, but we're gonna feel good about it anyway!!! Got tagged by the lovely @eusuntgratie, @cha-melodius, @iboatedhere, @onthewaytosomewhere, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @bigassbowlingballhead, @wordsofhoneydew, and @firenati0n between Sunday and today. Thanks to everyone for continuing to tag me in these even when I don't participate because I have all of five new usable words. 😘

Back on the grind with Porn Star AU today. We are getting into the meat of it (pun intended?)

“So you’re working with James Austen today,” the director prompted, “It’s been a while.” “A long while,” Alex said, folding one ankle over his knee and fiddling with his shoelaces. Five years to be exact. “I mean, he was the first guy I ever fucked.” The director raised a well-manicured eyebrow from behind her glasses. “The first? Really?” “On camera,” Alex clarified. The house they were in was nice. White walls and semi-sheer white curtains on the windows. A mattress soft enough that he could imagine curling up and taking a nap. It was a welcome change from some of the more…eccentric houses he’d filmed in over the years. At least this one didn’t have a couch retrofitted inside of a disused indoor fountain. “And you haven’t worked together since that first time, right?” Alex laughed, thinking of the ways they’d managed to avoid each other in the years before Henry’s retirement. Alex had been on set with him again exactly once, and even then their schedule had only overlapped by a measly thirty minutes. At Henry’s request, Alex had assumed at the time, though considering the fact that Henry hadn’t said no to <i>this</i>, now he wasn’t quite so sure. “Nope.”  “Any reason for that?” the director asked. “I’d think two big names like you would’ve been paired together more often.” Alex watched as the main camera op zoomed in on his face. Nora had said they wanted a story; he could play along. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, letting his face settle into a lazy grin. “Maybe you should ask him.” He imagined Henry sitting in the very same spot and squirming at the question, his cheeks going pleasantly pink. Alex wanted him ruffled and wrongfooted, the way Alex always seemed to end up in his presence. “So how are you feeling about seeing him again today?” she continued. “Nervous? Excited?” “I’m feeling good,” Alex said. And he was. He was going to fuck Henry’s brains out. Then he was going to get back to the regularly scheduled program of ignoring him at every function from now until the inevitable heat death of the universe. “Gotta show him that this bi guy has a few good tricks up his sleeve after all.” “Alright, well,” the director laughed. She gestured to one of the PAs who leapt to his feet and slipped out the door. “We’re gonna go get him. When you come back in, he’ll be waiting for you.”

I'm late to the game today, so open tag because I have certainly been beaten to the punch. Time to go read everyone's offerings. 🏃‍♀️

#roux writes #cornstarch au #wip wednesday