An independent roleplay and ask blog for Richard Brook. Will interact with anyone from any fandom.
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Tracked tag: storiesbybrook
Both mun and muse are of age.
This blog does have NSFW content.
The photos, images, songs and gifs...
One: My muse will kiss yours on the lips Two: My muse will get down on their knees for your muse Three: Your muse owns mine for two days Four: My muse submits for yours Five: My muse dominates yours Six: My muse gives yours a striptease Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muses chest Eight: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night Nine: Our muses do the deed Ten: Our muses hug one another Eleven: My muse nibbles yours Twelve: Your muse goes down on mine Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine Fourteen: My muse ties up your muse Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing Sixteen: Your muse removes one article of my muse’s clothing Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants Eighteen: My muse buys yours a shot Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed Twenty:My muse will tease yours (take that however you will) Twenty-One: Your muse blindfolds mine Twenty-Two: Our muses have sex in an unconventional place Twenty-Three: My muse blindfolds yours Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.) Twenty-Five: Wild card! I get to pick any of the above
He set his violin down and put his fingers tips together as he watched the other’s emotions and thoughts pass over his features. He wasn’t overly fond of this idea himself-but it was the only thing that would work. “Not an answer.” He said simply, one brow raising. “The moment you entered my flat-you made me a target as well. This is the only option that will leave us both as safe as possible from your brother as well as possibly stopping his reign of terror. I’ll have to contact my brother-though he’s probably already clued in already-and he will retrieve your things and discuss this further with you no doubt. He does love to think he holds power over everything.” A roll of his eyes. “John stays up stairs but is rarely here-always with some female or work. But, for now, staying in the sitting room would be wise as this is where I usually am as I rarely sleep. For now, we won’t discuss anything of your brothers web or the like until things have settled-making sure this plan will work.”
It seemed Mister Holmes had the same flare for dramatics his brother did. Sherlock’s live was in danger long before Richard came; he was in danger the moment he peaked Jim’s interest… but there was still a good point to his words… The actor didn’t say anything, looking down at his lap as Sherlock continued to talk. “Who’s John?” He didn’t remember his brother ever talking about a flat mate. So he’d be sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future, he’d slept in worse places. But… if Sherlock had a roommate, should he be asking before inviting someone to crash on the couch?
After dragging him into the back seat Sebastian run into the car and with slipping tires he drove off. He was panting and slightly shaking, from the back there were moaning sounds of pain.
This meeting had gone horribly wrong. They had expected to see a maximum of three men but soon they had found themselves surrounded by at least ten. That should not necessarily have been a problem if it wasn’t for the fact that he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. The sniper had tried to stop him from insulting those men but it was too late. Soon, he was shot and it took Sebastian an incredible effort to get them out there alive.
In his rear-view mirror he saw the black cars chasing them. He pressed the gas pedal into the floor and the car accelerated with a loud roaring sound. If it wasn’t for the situation he would have purred with her.
“You just had to do it didn’t you? If you weren’t in such a life-threatening situation I would have killed you right here right now. Little danger addicted arrogant bastard!”
He hadn’t wanted to do this; he had told Jim that numerous times. This whole thing was a bad idea, but when his brother got something in his mind there was no changing it. With James out of town on a business meeting, it really was the only option aside from rescheduling – and Moriarty would never negotiated times, he gave a point in time and space and it was fixed. It didn’t matter that he had to be in two places at once.
‘That’s what having a twin is for.’ He had said.
All Richard had done was what he thought Jim would do in the situation: snap at a few people, insult their intelligence. What had it gotten him? Shot. That’s what. It had gotten him, shot!
At least Sebastian was there… Sebastian knew what to do. Richard couldn’t say he knew what all had gone done, it had all happened in a blur. He was in the car now, he knew that much. He could feel the stiff smooth leather under him and the sharp turns Moran took as he speed down the road.
It wasn’t too bad bad… he didn’t think he was going to die from it or something, but god did it hurt. He was getting blood all over the car. Jim wouldn’t be happy about that either…
They’d gotten a few shots off, the actor couldn’t say he counted past two. Two was all he cared about. One has gazed past his thigh, somewhere high near his hip. It had burned and taken him by surprise, his leg giving out at the sudden shot of searing pain. The second lodged itself into his opposite shoulder. It was then the shock settled in, time seemed to slow and the world around him seemed to dull around him.
Somehow they ended up in the car, Sebastian shouting curses at him and muttered apologies falling from his own lips.
[[Text]: it glows. i had to have it. [Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. aren’t you proud of me? [Text]: you told me your favorite colors were “pink” “no pants” and “Mexican food” [Text]: I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack [Text]: YOU CANT FOOL THE TOILET [Text]: This electrician is just ripping my house apart and I’m too hungover to ask questions [Text]: I think my nap took me to another dimension [Text]: i think i just encouraged him to glue googly eyes to my boobs [Text]: I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so I’m conflicted. [Text]: I SHOULD NOT BE HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS OVER PIZZA [Text]: i crashed through a building. if that counts then yes, i went out with a bang. [Text]: He tried to do the do on me last night and my exact words were “stay away from my princess parts. they’re renovating.” [Text]: It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes. [Text]: If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you. [Text]: The real estate’s complaint had the words “loud squealing at 2am” in it. Then I remembered that was me spoon feeding you guys old potato salad while you screeched like baby birds. Great night. [Text]: Your level of morning after guilt is too much right now. Do less. [Text]: was it mean of me to chase him screaming “DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN?!” [Text]: I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents. [Text]: If my eyeballs could make a sound to describe how they feel they would just say uhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh. [Text]: Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today? [Text]: I was a bouncer for about 90 seconds until the real bouncers figured out that I was doing their job [Text]: And he probably thinks I’m in love with him but after three shots of Patron you love anything [Text]: I had to assert my dominance as Alpha Drunk. [Text]: i said good morning to each one of his abs personally [Text]: A true measure of a good friend is how long they respond to their friends drunken illogical texts. Youre a champ. [Text]: Apparently I’m a “fire hazard” [Text]: Just did shrooms. Don’t feel shit! Wsasted 40 bucks on this! Nothing’s happenig except for this little gnome on my shoulder and the couch is melting. Fuckin waste of money. [Text]: I hit him with a car. Nothing says I hate you more than backing into someone with a fucking car. [Text]: do you ever just look around and think about how great it is to have depth perception? Like it’s really, really cool when u think about it [Text]: Well I’m about 60% wine, 30% pure rage and 10% tears at the moment and I’m disappointed in how little alcohol is in me [Text]: im half tempted just to scoot up to him and whisper “I’m not wearing underwear” but idk if thats a heartfelt apology [Text]: Ducking stuck downtown…all the fuxkig roads are blixkded [Text]: we’re making bets on your personal life [Text]: Let me begin my 3 part apology by saying that you are a wonderful human being…
[ Not a question, obviously. What a shame amusement
is this hard to come by. ]
“ I have to get to work in an hour… And… a bunny suit? People would stare! And… No!”
Maybe if it was a paying job in one of those malls where the kids sat on your lap and they took your photo… he liked kids… but… The whole idea was just.. embarrassing.
i want to take baths with you and hold your dumb hand and rent movies and watch those movies in your bed in our underwear at like 3 in the morning and i want to kiss your stupid face and cook you food and maybe fuck 7 times a night idnno
