Summary: Circus!AU, Richard Speight Jr is a ringleader, you’re an animal rights activist, you go to his show to make inquiries about the animal keeping. INSPIRED BY RICHARD IN THAT GORGEOUS COSTUME.
Word count: 838
Warnings: Nah

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You were there to check out the animals, not the circus director. You were an animal rights activist, and the way circus animals were treated was unacceptable to you, so here you were, at the The Double R Roadshow. The hosts came up to the stage on two horses who galloped around the arena before stopping in the middle and rearing.“Hello everybody! Welcome to The Double R Roadshow, with your hosts: Richard Speight Jr and Rob Benedict!” The two ringleaders were both incredibly attractive, in matching silver costumes with lilac details, but the one talking, the one named Richard… Oh, your eyes were glued to him in an instant.

You sat through the whole show, and it was incredible. The artists, the jugglers, the animals… the ringleader named Richard… Dammit (Y/N)! You cursed to yourself. You clapped your hands along with the crowd and exited the stadium. Now it was your mission to find one of the hosts and ask about the animals.
“Excuse me, ma’am, you’re not allowed to be in here,” a guard told you when you had managed to sneak around a corner and find an open door.
“Sorry, I just-”
“That’s okay, Ed, she can come in,” that slightly raspy, very happy voice of Richard Speight Jr sounded.
“You sure, Rich?” The guard, Ed, asked, but must have received some sign, because he backed down and motioned for you to come in. You entered the room slowly. There were actors, artists, makeup artists and both directors in there. The room was all wood and lit up with hanging lights. Cheap, dirty and stunning all at once.

Richard came walking toward you with a breath-taking smile on his face.
“Heya, sweetheart,” he greeted, and you thought your body might actually liquify, “how can I help you?”
“I, uh…” what the fuck!? You’ve done this a hundred times, just ask about the damn animals!
“Lemme guess, you’re here for an autograph?” he said with a charming smile.
“What? No, I-”
“I saw the way you looked at me,” Richard said and winked at you. Okay, yep, I’m ready to die now.
“Oh, I was just… Fuck it, I don’t have an excuse,” you said and laughed nervously. The face Richard gave you made you anxious.
“You know I was yanking your chain, right? I didn’t know you were looking at me,” he admitted, and a furious blush crept up your cheeks.
“Oh, well now that’s embarrassing.” Richard chuckled at you. Get yourself together, woman!

“But no, as… aesthetically pleasing you may be to look at, I’m not here for an autograph,” you said and smiled curtly.
“I know. You’re an animals rights activist.”
“How did you know?”
“It’s written all over your face. Plus your shirt has the PETA bunny on it,” he added with a crooked smile.
“Oh, yeah. Well, I wanted to ask you about your animal keeping. How their living standards are and how they’re treated off stage, would that be okay?”
“Absolutely. We aim to keep the highest standard on everything we can. Rob and I both love animals, and not just looking at them.”
“That’s a good start,” you said. Richard put an arm around your shoulder, and you were surprised your knees actually kept you upright, you half expected to fall to the ground.
“How about I give you a little tour, show you the animals, miss…?”
“(Y/N), and that sounds great.”
“Perfect.” Richard took his hat off and tossed in onto a table nearby and ran his hand through his - gorgeous, incredibly soft looking - hair.

“I have to say, Richard-”
“Please, call me Rich,” he said and flashed you that dazzling smile again.
“I have to say, Rich, that I’m impressed. I’ve been to many circuses and none of them has had a living standard like this for their animals.”
“I told ya, we love ‘em and take care of ‘em,” Rich said and whistled at a dog who came running toward you, wagging its tail happily.
“Hey, Buddy,” Rich said cheerily and hunched down on his knees to scratch the terrier behind its ear, then he looked up at you. “This is Buddy, I’ve had him for eight years, before Robbie and I even started this show. Say hi to him!” he suggested, and you hunched down as well. Buddy licked at your hand happily when you patted him, then he ran away again.

“He’s cute,” you said.
“Not as cute as you,” Rich answered, and you blinked, wondering if you’d heard that right. “Yes, you heard me right, don’t look so shocked,” he laughed.
“I-I’m not…” you rubbed your face and laughed, “just caught me off guard,” you said and smiled.
Rich looked at you with those golden, gleaming eyes, and again you were sure you’d melt.
“Now that you know I don’t treat animals poorly, might I take you out for a date some time, miss PETA?” he asked.
“Absolutely, Mr Ringleader,” you said, and the two of you grinned at each other.

Summary: Your sugar daddy, RIchard Speight Jr, finally asked you to sleep with him.
Word count: 2045
Warnings: Smut, Dick’s big dick
A/N: Special thanks to my wifey @pepperwoodatnight for beta’ing and helping me come up with ideas when I got stuck xoxo

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

 
Chapter 4: the night 

Richard smiled and pushed you down against the mattress gently, leaning down to kiss you passionately. You let your hands roam his back and shoulders, then you tugged at his shirt.
“Want this off…” you mumbled against his lips, and he pulled off.
“You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure, silly.” You ran your hands down his sides, over his stomach and up his chest. “I want to see you.” 

Rich nodded and pulled his shirt over his head, and you bit back a moan at the sight. He sat back on his heels and ran a hand through his hair as your eyes roamed his torso.
“Fucking perfect,” you whispered and pulled him back down onto you, kissing him hard. He moaned into your mouth and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head up to give him a better angle as his other hand went to your side, and under your shirt.

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As some you know, I’ve been struggling to find an imperfection with Richard Speight Jr. None of you could give me one, and I can’t find any, so I asked my classmate for help, and it went something like this:

Me: Can you find something not perfect with this man?
Her: Uhhh… yes… one, he’s old.
Me: 46 isn’t old…
Her: *eye roll* he’s short.
Me: It’s adorable! And he’s taller than me.
Her: He’s kinda chubby
Me: –PORTLY IS THE NEW RIPPED– but that’s perfect! He’s got the body of a real man, and his stomach is just wonderful, and his arrrmmmms and leegs *starts zoning out*
Her: Thin lips
Me: Pretty lips
Her: Small eyes
Me: Golden eyes!
Her: Uh… you can’t see his teeth.
Me: I KNOW IT’S ADORABLE RIGHT?
Her: …….no. What about that chin? Do you seriously think that’s attractive?
Me: …..yes. I want to kiss it.
Her: His face is kinda… crooked
Me: His face is magnificent and pretty and hot and all things good.
Her: I give up.
Me: SEE I TOLD YOU HE HAS NO IMPERFECTIONS!

Conclusion: She’s delusional and Richard has no flaws. He’s perfect.

Fact: Richard Speight Jr has the perfect ass.

Does anyone have a gif of Richard Speight Jr being/looking angry?

Souls - Intertwined

Life handed me this funny little test

Unless I’m wrapped inside his arms I cannot rest

His soul inspires mine

He tastes like spring and its first sunshine

I like him sweet, I like him rough

In under his clothes is not enough

I want to crawl under his skin just to feel him close

Only then can I forget my woes

A twisted mess of flesh and bone

Two souls intertwined

A beast has since grown

The gap between us might be decades

But when he looks at me the whole world fades

This man of sunshine consumes my soul

I watch my world burn as he swallows me whole

In my body he ignites a fire

When he smiles, the sparks fly higher

In my mind he wages war

And it shakes me to my core

If I cannot claim him in this life I’ll do it in my next one

Til then I’ll be the moon

And he will be the sun

I’ll let him be my light and watch him from afar

And hope his mark on my soul

Leaves a pretty scar