#M. W. Craven

[beatrixacs]

📚 Book #8/2024 - The Botanist by M. W. Craven

[maybelater-akane]

『ストーンサークルの殺人』M・W・クレイヴン

ストーンサークルで次々と焼死体が発見。被害者の一人に警官ワシントン・ポーの名前と「5」と思われる字が刻みつけられていた。停職中のポーは処分を解かれ、捜査に加わることになる

小島秀夫監督が第4作目の『グレイラットの殺人』のことをつぶやいたのをきっかけに、おもしそう！と思ったので、遡って第1作目から手に取ってみました。

ページ数がかなりあったけど、テンポ良く話が進んで読みやすかったし、主人公ポーと共に行動をするティリーとの友情がとても良かったです。

[joncronshawauthor]

Jon's Author Diary - August 25, 2023 #amwriting

Hello from sunny Morecambe! Last week, I found myself overwhelmed by too many open projects, a struggle I shared with you all. But then, as if by some cosmic joke, inspiration struck and I started a new project—a space opera with fantasy elements, set in the far future of my existing universe. I outlined a trilogy and even wrote the first draft of a novella. The words flowed and new worlds…

[wherekizzialives]

2024 in books: October

Autumn seems to have seeped into both my body and brain, generating an urge to hibernate that has seen me curling up in blankets and watching TV more than normal1, so my book consumption has dropped somewhat compared to September. However I’ve finished ten new-to-me books and the next of my ongoing re-read of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series in published order, making eleven in total. As…

[lizfielding99]

English Crime Novels for a Winter's Night

Strand Magazine in the United States asked me to write a blog for them on English crime novels for a winter’s night. Here’s the link – ENGLISH CRIME STORIES FOR A WINTER NIGHT

[itsnothingbutluck]

Detective Sergeant Washington Poe can count on one hand the number of friends he has. And he'd still have his thumb left. There's the insanely brilliant, guilelessly innocent civilian analyst, Tilly Bradshaw of course. He's known his beleaguered boss, Detective Inspector Stephanie Flynn for years as he has his nearest neighbour, full-time shepherd/part-time dog sitter, Victoria.

And then there's Estelle Doyle. It's true the caustic pathologist has never walked down the sunny side of the street but this time has she gone too far? Shot twice in the head, her father's murder appears to be an open and shut case. Estelle has firearms discharge residue on her hands, and, in a house surrounded by fresh snow, hers are the only footprints going in. Since her arrest she's only said three words: 'Tell Washington Poe.'

Meanwhile, a poisoner the press have dubbed the Botanist is sending high profile celebrities poems and pressed flowers. The killer seems to be able to walk through walls and, despite the advance notice he gives his victims, and regardless of the security measures the police take, he seems to be able to kill with impunity.

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

A Chilly Trip to The Sugar Dealer

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi x f!Reader

Summary: In the middle of the (mild) Konoha Winter, Lord Sixth and his wife go out for a jaunt to the confectionary. Kakashi feels challenged in the small store, and gets you home quick to make a point. Smut! Lemon! Explicit!

W/c: 5.8k

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy, unwanted flirting, teasing, begging, demanding, possessive!Kakashi, oral (f receiving), p in v, cumming inside (lowk, the slightest talk of wombs)

Notes: ive got a sweet-tooth and I feel like kakashi would support me about that idk please enjoy this and lmk how you feel - btw Satō-Shō literally just means Sugar Dealer

Masterlist💿

The sun shone brightly on the two of you, for where else would it shine? Gentle breezes carried the two of you closer, for a chill is always a nice excuse to pull your loved one close. Konoha had never seen such a brisk day, for it was the dead of Winter.

Even on the coolest day of the year, the sun still loved you. It warmed your back, though the large hand of your husband was infinitely warmer. His fingers splayed on the small on your back, reminding you the he would always love you more than the sun ever could.

With an absent smile, you tilted your head up to him. You admired Kakashi, enraptured by the way the sunlight glinted in his hair.

"You're making me nervous," he admited casually without looking at you.

You just chuckled, "The most handsome man in the village should be used to lingering stares."

"No, darling, it's not that," he hummed deeply, curling his fingers around your hip. Kakashi pulled you closer, leaning low to your ear as he whispered, "Nervous to call off our little excursion and hurry back home."

"It's a gorgeous day, today," you beamed, twirling away from his hand, making the skirt of your dress puff out in your spin. Purple fabric swished around your thighs as your husband put him arm back around you, now draped over your shoulders. Bringing his dangling hand to your lips, you pressed a kiss to the side of his pointer finger and teased, "Won't you let me enjoy it, before I enjoy you? Or must I beg for that privilege, too?"

Knees bending slightly, Kakashi's arm weighed down on your shoulders. You smiled, squeezing his hand still in your grasp. With his smooth tone, steeped in licentiousness, your husband groaned, "Let's go home, it's not even that nice out."

"We'll have to agree to disagree, dearest," you tittered, ignoring Kakashi's huffs. Spotting your favourite confectionary around a street corner, your feet steered the two of you right. "If you get me a couple taffies, we can go home."

"I'll get you a kilo later."

"No," you sang, squeezing his hand again. "I want something to suck on now."

As your husband delivered a craven look, you just smiled at him, popping up on your toes to rub your nose against his masked one. With a rumbling chuckle, Kakashi pulled you into his body, causing the two of you to walk in a very strange, haphazard fashion.

"Do you hear yourself, pretty lady?" He asked lowly.

For a second longer, you looked at your husband. His gorgeous Onyx eyes were filled with adoration, and you could see a deep smile stretched across his face through his mask. Tracing your features, Kakashi stared at you lovingly, as if he were almost certain you were but a dream that he never wanted to part with.

"Do you see yourself, Lord Hokage?" You replied.

Biting your lip salaciously, you stared up at your husband through your long eyelashes. His head turned away from you, glancing around the area. The weather was only inviting you to bask in it, as it seemed most everyone else was rightfully in the comfort of their home. A few stragglers milled about, going between markets for essentials, but the streets were relatively empty.

You restored yourself to a proper walking position despite your husband's subtle protests. Only a few more paces and you were at the step of the confectionary, going up to the door as Kakashi stuttered in his movement.

"Give me five minutes, yeah?" He asked nonchalantly, taking his arm away from your shoulders and letting his long fingers trace down your arm, lingering in a hook around your fingers.

Looking at him, you couldn't help but smile back as Kakashi's eyes danced with thought. You grinned, leaning up to kiss his masked cheek, "Four minutes, fifty-nine seconds." You came back to your feet. "Fifty-eight seconds....fifty-seven."

"Fine, shave off a whole minute, if you want to really challenge me," Kakashi snickered before turning to walk in the direction that caught his eye. His pace was frighteningly quick, bordering a run, and you sighed contently as you watched him lock onto his target, a florist's shop.

Suddenly feeling strange for lingering outside of the confectionary for so long, you bit back a smile and opened up the glass door. The old shopkeeper smiled at you sweetly, having seen you standing outside for a minute or so.

"Back again so soon?" He asked kindly.

You nodded, coming further into the store. The fragrance of sugar enveloped you, making your stomach ache for something a sickly red. "Nothing can keep me away from the Satō-Shō."

"Well, have no fear, the Sugar Dealer is here!" He exclaimed with a hearty laugh, coming closer to the counter.

The old man pulled out a wooden crate from behind, setting it right in your eyeline. You approached happily, and the shopkeeper began pulling out a massive bag of caramel drops, making your eyes widen and your mouth salivate. He held it to his nose, and through the plastic, he inhaled.

"Made fresh this morning, they're still soft," he told you with a sigh, waving the bag of sweets around between the two of you. The warm caramel wafted to your nose so tauntingly.

"Have you got any taffy?" You asked hopefully, smelling a fruity tone in the air.

"Have I got taffy? Have I got taffy, in spades!" He laughed, setting the caramels on the counter as he dove back into the crate. Rooting around, he asked, "Is it the saltwater taffy you're after, or the chocolate taffy?"

"Saltwater if you made cherry or that nice, wild watermelon again - otherwise, probably chocolate," you replied cheerily, hearing the crinkles of the bags and soft clacks of not-yet-set hard candies getting thrown around.

Your excitement and anticipation clouded your senses, overwhelmed by the bright colours and mouth-watering smells in the store. Caught in the shopkeeper's presentation, you hadn't even noticed the other person in the shop. Only when the person moseied up the aisle, basket in hand, did you finally notice him. But, from his eye, he had noticed you the second you entered the store.

"You really know your taffy," he chuckled, sidling up to you.

Allowing your smile falter, you looked back at the shopkeeper as he came from the crate with a large, red package in his hand. Gently, you hummed, "No, the Satō-Shō knows taffy. I just buy it from him."

"Touché," the other customer replied. "From the looks of you, you don't eat a lot of taffy, or candy for that matter."

Narrowing your eyes, you turned over what he said in your mind. You felt a bit gross, like you had been looked at in a certain way by someone who shouldn't have been looking in the first place. Besides, you looked like you ate candy, you were sure you did. You didn't know what a candy-eater looked like, per say, but you were sure it would be a picture of yourself in that dictionary.

"Anyway," the shopkeeper interrupted pointedly. Your eyes snapped up to his kind, old face and the ghost of a smile returned to your lips. The old man's eyes twinkled and the corner of his lip curled as he said, "I've got something special for you, my best customer."

"Is it another gobstopper?" You gasped, "No, another one of those massive lollipops? Or is it something new, something experimental? Might I die, just at the sight of it?"

Recieving your waves of excitement, the shopkeeper chortled, "I won't be selling it, because of the special ingredient, but it is a new idea. And maybe you will just die when you try them."

"The mystery is eating me alive," you said very seriously. The shopkeeper smacked the counter lightly before coming around it.

"Alright, give me a minute, it's in the back still."

Stars, you hoped it was something wacky. That lollipop was bigger than your head, and it took you over a week to finish - but the Sugar Dealer could always have a crazier idea. He won't be selling it, which confused you some, but made you feel wildly special. It had you wondering what special ingredient would make a candy unmarkettable. Perhaps it-

"How about, this trip, you let me pay," the man offered, ripping you away from your thoughts. You looked at the dark haired man beside you, who smiled as nicely as he could, rubbing the back of his neck. "It seems you come here a lot. A pretty woman like yourself shouldn't be spending all of her money on sweets."

"I'm sorry."

"I was asking-"

"No, I heard you, I heard you," you mumbled, looking behind him to check for the shopkeeper. "I'm sorry," you repeated more firmly, looking into the man's hazel eyes. "My husband has no taste for conversations like these - I suggest you quit while you're ahead ."

Your warning wasn't enough, as the man shamelessly flirted, "How can I, when put in front of a woman so beautiful?"

"Isn't she just the prettiest lady in all the Land?"

Oh, thank you, Stars.

Turning the other way, there Kakashi was standing, a single rose in hand. You smiled up at him gratefully as he put the rose into your fingers and his arm around your waist, pulling you as close to him as you knew you needed to be. The rose in your hand was perfect, without the one blemish or tear anywhere in the petals.

"One flower? Couldn't have sprung for a bouquet?" The dark haired man quipped dryly.

Before Kakashi could say something harsh, you just hummed, holding the flower to your nose and putting your free hand over the hand of your husband as it clutched your waist posessively, "It's rare that a man can appreciate the value of one perfect rose."

"Here we go!" The shopkeeper exclaimed, hurrying out of the back. When he returned to the counter, his eyes immediately landed on Kakashi, morphing his cheery expression to shock as he bowed. Hurriedly, he said, "Lord Sixth! I didn't know I would be graced with your presence in my meager, little shop."

"My wife loves this place dearly, I would never call it meager," Kakashi replied politely. He took a deep breath, eyes darting to the man who stood on your other side, mortified.

Flirting with the Hokage's wife was a massive issue, it was just lucky that Kakashi's mind wasn't terribly dark that day.

Waving off the praise of his store from the Hokage, the shopkeeper set a bag of light brown taffies on the counter. Drawing forward, you ooh'd, which diffused a grand amount of tension in the store. The Sugar Dealer's special something turned out to bless you before you even had the one.

"Why don't you want to sell these?" You asked, looking at the bag from a couple different angles.

The shopkeeper chuckled, "It's Amaretto taffy. I can't let a child experience the bliss of Amaretto so early on."

Eyes the size of dinner plates, you pulled out your wallet immediately. You riffled through the bills, collecting a thousand yen at least.

"Keep your m- Lord Hokage, please, I don't-"

"Don't set that precedent," Kakashi remarked deeply as he set two thousand yen on the counter. You threw a few hundred extra down, knowing you owed that shopkeeper so much more from all of his free samples and special somethings.

"I cannot accept your money," he insisted, going to pick up the bills to hand them back.

Plucking the bags of cherry taffy and Amaretto taffy into his free hand, Kakashi just laughed, beginning to steer the two of you away, "Seriously, Satō-Shō, she'll come back here and clean you out."

Nodding in agreement, you waved goodbye to the shopkeeper while pressing the soft rose petals to your cheek. You didn't spare the dark haired man a glance as you turned forward, leaning into your husband's large body. Warmth radiated from him, even more noticably when the two of you stepped back outside.

"What am I going to do with you?" Kakashi asked in a sigh, mainly directed toward himself as his hand drifted from your waist, up your spine.

Brow furrowed, you joked, "You can start by giving me one of the Amarettos."

"Would you have let him buy these for you?"

It was a stupid question, you both knew it, but Kakashi always worried. Worried about everything, but nothing made him as anxious as a potential threat to the sanctity of your relationship.

"You would turn down free candy?"

His expression darkened as he hooked his arm over your shoulders. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking up at his gorgeous face with the halo of cloud. Slowly, he said, "You should be."

"Oh, my dearest, so green with envy," you hummed, holding the hand that rested over your shoulders again. You kissed the back of his hand, promising, "I only jest. I knew you would come to my rescue. My pretty boy always swoops in the save the day."

"Fuckin' right I do," he huffed, pulling you into an alley.

In an instant, his mask was down and his lips were on yours, moving assertively. Like a wire becoming live in your stomach, you could feel electric shocks throughout your body, going all the way down to your fingertips.

Stealing a kiss in a darkened alleyway was so juvenile. It reminded you of all the times the two of you had been in this situation before, especially before you were wed. Not often was the reason for these desirous kisses another man, but the subject had been raised before.

"You're mine, all mine," he snapped, the vibrations of his baritone voice sending ripples against your lips. You let a whimper pass through you as you gaze at your husband's bare face. You leaned forward to kiss your husband again, but he pulled away gently, pressing you against the brickwall of the alley. Looking at you with cloudy eyes, Kakashi purred, "Tell me. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, Kakashi, I'm entirely yours- until the end of time," you replied breathily. Eyes scanning your face, Kakashi apparently decided your words sincere as he came forward again to press his soft lips to yours.

He tasted so divine, you couldn't help but moan softly. His tongue slipped past your lips slyly, making a pool form in your stomach. As Kakashi's tongue swirled around yours, the two of you were locked in a dance. A duet, that you and your husband had perfected over the years. You whispered a complaint when Kakashi takes a breath, but it falls on deaf ears.

"Not here," he growls while pulling the fabric back over his face, snatching your hand up quickly. Through the mask, Kakashi places a chaste kiss to your forehead before swiftly pulling you out of the alley. Hushed and hurried as he barreled the two of you down the street at a blistering pace, Kakashi promised, "I'm going to have you screaming those words all night long, my pretty lady."

Supressing the squeal that bubbled up from the pit of heat in your stomach, you happily scurried along as Kakashi led the way to the Red House under Hokage Rock. It was a darling place to live, and you enjoyed decorating it, but even just the residence wing was huge - you almost preferred the apartment you and Kakashi had before he became the Hokage. But, anywhere was the perfect place to live, so long as you were living with Kakashi.

In half the time it took the two of you to get to the confectionary, you were home. Not wasting a second, Kakashi threw the bags of taffy onto the console table in the foyer, immediately putting both of his hands on your hips to pull you in. You hadn't even caught when he pulled down his mask again. But, with his speed, Kakashi caught the single rose between your two bodies and you yelped, holding the flower high.

"You took all four of your minutes to pick out the perfect rose, be gentle with her," you chided, inspecting the slight dents on either side of the rose's bulb.

"I'll be gentle with her," your husband replied, plucking the flower from your fingers.

Gingerly, Kakashi placed it on the console table, just on top of the taffy bags. He turned back to you, eyes darkened a shade further, and he replaced his hand to your hip. Kakashi snapped your body to his with a chuckle, making you gasp. His gorgeous, pillowy lips were all you could focus on, taken by the flushes of self-inflicted bite marks that dotted the center of his mouth.

Muting any remark from you, Kakashi began kissing you again. This time, in the comfort of privacy, his lips were enflamed with passion and desperation - the two ingredients mixed so deliciously to deliver you a kiss that made your knees weak. Kakashi wrapped his thick forearm around your lower back, allowing you to lean on him. As you did so, his other hand travelled lower, squeezing the plump flesh of your ass before nudging you to jump. You do, and Kakashi caught you firmly, one hand squeezing beneath your thigh while the other remained to support your back. The jump gives you the friction both of you crave, but doesn't satiate further.

Pressing you against the growing tent of his pants, Kakashi whispered, "There's my good girl."

"Am I not always your good girl?" You whined against his lips, letting your left hand rest on the back of Kakashi's neck while the other pressed on the ample muscle of his chest.

Peppering your jaw with kisses and nips, Kakashi shook his head and began to walk you down the hallway to your bedroom. The ache within you grew, upset at his lack of validation. You had tried your best to ignore and warn the man from the confectionary, and yet he was the reason Kakashi wasn't giving you what you wanted.

"Kakashi, please, kiss me," you begged as he pushed the door to your bedroom open with your back. Your husband continued pressing warm, sloppy kisses to the angle of your jaw, laying you down amongst the linen bedsheets. Feeling so criminally empty, you pleaded, "Please, kiss me- my lips... let me show you I'm your good girl."

"You'll only get my lips on yours after you've proved yourself," Kakashi hummed, adding a modest suckle right on the sweet spot under your ear.

You could've melted beneath your husband, but the nagging knot of nerves in your abdomen kept you intact, barely. Clenching around nothing as Kakashi slid his leg between your thighs, you let a shaky breath fall from your lips. Kakashi's head perked up from your neck, looking at your face amusedly.

"What are you supposed to do when another man starts flirting with you?"

You shrug, feeling like you did as much as you could have without being rude. You threw your head back into the sea of white linen and replied, "I dunno. Wait for you, like I always do?"

"You do know, pretty lady." You freeze as Kakashi's right hand floated to your thinly clothed cunt. Drifting his finger over the fabric that covered your slit, you sucked in a moan and Kakashi hummed, "You know, and once you give me the right answer, I'll give you what you want." A stifled scream passes through your pursed lips as his lithe fingers graze your sensitive clit. He repeated, "What are you supposed to do when another man flirts with you?"

"Talk about you," you answered, bucking your hips against your husband's hand and thigh.

"And...?"

With a small amount of pressure, Kakashi's middle finger began laying small circles onto your clit. You gasped, "Tell him... tell him h-how frightening you are... when you're mad."

"No," Kakashi snipped, taking his hand and leg away, making your thighs snap shut. He corrects you, voice filled with a dire intonation, "You tell him I'll kill him."

"Kakashi-"

"If another man ever comes so close to you, tell him his body will be found in five different places."

Despite how sharp his words were, you could feel wetness pooling in your panties. Kakashi's eyes were so serious, and there wasn't a hint of humour in his tone. Just fanning the flames of your arousal, Kakashi still did nothing to quench the heat that devoured every nerve in your body.

"I will," you swore, trying to look as sterling as possible.

Kakashi hummed, slowly letting his left hand slide down the inside of your thigh. You went to squeeze your knees together, but Kakashi immediately separated them with either hand. With a shake of his head, Kakashi slotted himself between your legs again, his massive length straining against the black fabric of his trousers as he rubbed against the sopping cloth of your underwear.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he sighed, hanging his head. Then Kakashi looked up at you, the corner of his mouth twitching so hungrily. "I do believe, me having saved you falls under the you-owing-me-one category." You nodded quickly, swallowing the excess spit in your mouth. Kakashi smirked so cruelly, "Look at you, my pretty lady - so eager to please."

"Eager to please you," you affirmed, making Kakashi groan your name as he leaned down to finally give you a proper kiss.

Rutting your hips up, you ground against the twitching bulge in your husband's pants, getting ready to pull turn yourself around. You weren't in a terribly good position to suck Kakashi's cock - he greatly preferred it when you hung your head over the edge of the bed, opening up your throat so perfectly for him to slide down. You could never fit more than half of his length before he was hitting the back of your throat, but if your head was over the edge of the-

It didn't matter. Kakashi moved before you could, slowly moving away from your mouth and down to your jaw. Holding you down slightly, he interspersed your soft neck with gentle sucks and bites, sure to show up as a million love bites the next day.

You had plenty of turtlenecked shirts for the such occasions, but you still found yourself pulling down the neck at various parts of the days you wore them, bragging to each and every one of your friends. They always demanded such lewd details, and you were much obliged to offer up every juicy facet, if only in a private setting. All of them were jealous, so fucking jealous of you, and this was why.

Trailing down to the valley of your chest, Kakashi groaned deeply as his left hand massaged the flesh of your right tit through the fabric of your bra, kneading and squeezing so strongly it elicited a shaky thrum from you. While his hand went up to your shoulder, Kakashi pressed a myriad wet, lingering kisses to the exposed skin of your bust. He pushed the short sleeves of your dress and the strap of your bra off of your shoulder, doing the same to the other side, before Kakashi began tugging the purple dress off of your body entirely. Hastily, he pulled his two top layers off as one, throwing them to the ground with your dress.

"Now who's eager?" You teased as he thumbed the waistband of his trousers.

Feeling a breeze with how quick he is, Kakashi's fingers were nearly sinking into you through your panties. You inhaled sharply as he replied adamantly, "Me. I'm eager."

He would always admit it, quite happily too; Kakashi loved your cunt, in any way he could have you.

Battling his urges, Kakashi was much slower to pull your cotton underwear off than he was with your dress, seeming to greatly enjoy watching strands of your slick pull away with the fabric. He groaned lowly, flicking the soaked cotton to some corner of the room. Cold air flushed against your flaming core, making you clench at the contrast. Slowly, Kakashi lowered to his knees, face to face with your already moistened pussy, and he smiled as you threw your legs around his shoulders.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded lowly, hot breath fanning over your folds.

You swallowed thickly and answered, "I want you, Kakashi, how-ever you wish to have me."

"Fuck, I love you," Kakashi groaned, leaning forward to lick a stripe up your slit. You can see your white and translucent slick on his tongue as he hummed, "You taste so good for me, darling. All that candy, it makes you sweet."

"I love you," you whimpered breathlessly as Kakashi's tongue licked another stripe, entering your folds to get as much of your wetness as he could on his tongue. He swallowed it up, humming to himself lowly before capturing your clit between his lips in a soft suckle. Instantly, you're throwing his headband away and letting your fingers find purchase in your husband's silver tresses. "Stars almighty, Kakashi."

"Mm. That's right, say my name."

Without question, you give in, your husband's name becoming like a prayer as he lapped at your pussy. His tongue swirled around your clit as his long fingers danced around your inner-thigh. The tickle made you shiver, which only seemed to make Kakashi hungrier. Bringing his fingers to your folds, your husband began teasing your entrance with his calloused pads.

Looking down at him, you let out a heavy moan that was felt even in your cunt. Kakashi's eyes were half-lidded as he locked them with yours, and you could recognize how ablaze with desire they were.

"I'm all yours, K-kashi, please," you bit out, starting to feel a whirl in your mind. The fog began to lift, and you could see the light of an orgasm at the end of the tunnel. You ran toward it, calling out Kakashi's name until-

Cold air hits your folds, making you shutter your eyes open. You didn't remember closing them. Looking down to your husband, still with your legs over his shoulders, you babbled a plea, only to be met with another cold blow from Kakashi's very own lips. You whined loudly, throwing your head back into the sheets.

"Where's my good girl gone?" Kakashi wondered aloud in a light tone. He slid down his trousers, lazily pumping his impressive length. Even after so many years, so many encounters, Kakashi's cock always made your lip quiver. As you stared, entranced, he came up your body, slowly pressing your legs up to your chest, and made eye contact with you.

The way Kakashi looked down at you... it almost brought you to tears. Tears of elation, of disbelief, even after all this time. His expression was of playful adoration, of the man you had fallen in love with most ardently so many years ago. But his eyes - they screamed of a dark desire, thousands of thoughts flitting behind his charcoal irises. The uncomfortable nagging of your denied release faded as your heart swelled five sized too big.

Sliding the leaking tip of his cock through your folds, Kakashi lowly chuckled as you squirmed, "I asked you a question, pretty lady."

"You'll just have to ask me again - your eyes are far too distracting," you purred, trying to sound as sultry as you could.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, darling."

Despite his candied tone, Kakashi slapped the tip of his cock against your clit. The jolt made you stutter away, but Kakashi pulled you back with both hands clamped on your hips, before leaning down to hook around your back and remove your bra.

As he threw the plunged bra aside, he murmured, "Be good. Don't you want my cock? Or... would you prefer-"

"I'll be good! I'm good!" You wailed, dragging your slicked folds over your husband's girth. "I want your cock so fucking bad, Kakashi, please, please- I want you, please-"

"Not very good of you, interrupting me," Kakashi mumbled under his breath, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock to line himself up with your velvety entrance. He sighed as the tip of his dick spilled into your warmth, "Oh, but who am I to deny my pretty lady?"

Inch by inch, Kakashi squeezed into you, filling you beyond your wildest imagination. You whimpered, calling out his name as your nails dug into his muscular thighs. No corner of your mind could capture how stuffed-full Kakashi made you feel, it was something you were blown away by every night.

"Fuck- yeah, just a bit more- fuck, you're taking me so well, pretty, pretty, pretty lady," Kakashi groaned lowly as he sank into your warmth, your wetness squelching with the vacuum seal. His hand cupped your cheek, so warm that you couldn't help but lean into his touch as his fingers curled under your jaw. He bottomed out, giving you a second to adjust, cooing, "Such a good girl for me. This pretty pussy's mine, mine alone."

"All yours," you gasped in a squeak. Kakashi groaned, rocking his hips against you. He reached so deep inside of you, you could feel him just below your belly button. You hissed, gripping his thighs, "Kakashi- fuck- you're so- fucking big."

"Mm, and you take everything I give you." Oh, how true the statement was. But your agreement melded to a guttural groan the second Kakashi started moving.

Finally beginning a slow pace of deep strokes, your eyelashes fluttered. Soft moans accompanied every breath as Kakashi started pulling more out, making you feel even more full with every thrust. The sounds of your cunt squelching to accommodate his rapidity fill the room, undercut by the soft slapping of skin.

Putting more pressure on the backs of your knees, Kakashi pushed your legs deeper into your chest. He fucked into you so lovingly that you could see the passion emanating from his body, making all of your muscles simultaneously tense and relax. In a stutter, Kakashi put his left hand on the bed, beside your head, while the other travelled lower to grip your ass. His entire body came closer to you, deepening his movements that much more. Breaths mixing between the two of you, a humidity arose in the room, with a very particular scent.

Enthralled by the sight of his cock disappearing within you, Kakashi's head was tilted slightly down. A stupid smile plastered on your face as you choked back a moan and kissed Kakashi's forehead. His eyes immediately found yours and his hips snapped into yours.

Leaning to connect his lips with yours, Kakashi quickened his pace, swallowing every wanton sound that came from your lips. His tongue Waltzed with yours, leading you in a lovely dance. You reached up, moving one hand over your husband's gorgeously chiseled face as the other squeezed the plump muscles of his shoulder. For a moment, Kakashi let you really get used to his pace, allowing your orgasm to climb to the forefront of your mind once again.

As you climbed the mountain, your walls clenched around your husband's dick, sucking him in further, ushering his precum into your womb. Right on the edge of bliss, your body twitched around, moans becoming more and more obscene.

"Maybe I should stop right now," he groaned, slowing his thrusts painfully.

Vehemently shaking your head, your eyes flew open. "No, K'kashi, no, ple-ase, I was s'close, please, you feel so- so good."

"Tch, how can I deny such a good, beautiful girl?" Kakashi tittered, gradually going back to his original speed. As you sank back in, he pulled you out, asserting firmly, "Look at me when you cum on my dick."

"Kakashi-i-i-" You moaned for a prolonged time, eyes fighting to stay open. Your husband's lip was curled into a darling smile, and the thoughts behind his eyes finally settled. A wide smile stretched across your lips, mouth falling open as you could feel Kakashi's eyes caressing your very soul.

When his hand ghosted around your thigh and intuitively found your clit, shockwaves were sent through your entire body. Just a few beats behind the tempo of Kakashi's thrusts, his middle and ring finger whirled the sensitive bundle of nerves. In only a few more thrusts, you're screaming Kakashi's name as he finally gives you the sweet release.

"Fuckin' stars," he gasped, stilling in your cunt as your walls fluttered and spasmed. "You're s'fuckin' tight, so fucking beautiful."

Smiling up at him, Kakashi pressed another hungry kiss to your lips, before pulling back entirely. He gripped your hips and began snapping into you with more force than he had before.

"Kakashi! Fuck!" You yelled out, hands left to grip his thighs again. Digging your nails into the back of his thighs only seemed to give your husband more vigour. You gasped, "Fucking sensitive, Kakashi, stars-"

"I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this," he groaned, bottoming out with every thrust. His timing grew uneven, and his strokes got messy, telling you he was nearing his light too. "Such a good girl f'me. Me. Only me."

"I love your cock," you whined, feeling blood rushing to your head, a slight spin percolating.

"M-my perfect wife, fuck- I'm gonna cum, pretty girl." Pulling your flushed body up, Kakashi took you in his arms as he fucked into you, delivering his last few plunging strokes, before he stuttered entirely. He groaned so deeply, you could feel the vibration in his cock, pressed against your cervix, "I fuckin' love fillin' you up."

A heat trickled into you, making you smile as Kakashi thrusted into you a few more times at a relatively lazy rhythm, bringing you a swell of relief. Your husband's cock twitched within you, filling you more and more. With a contented breath, you clenched around him, beckoning his cum further into you.

Bringing you up for another kiss, Kakashi hummed against your lips as he stilled, keeping all of his spend nice and secure within you. He took you up fully, then turned and fell back into the bed. The position had you sinking onto his cock so deliciously as you leaned against his chest.

"I love you, more than anything," you murmured as Kakashi's eyes roamed your face.

A small smile tugged at his lip, bestowing you with a dashing look. "I love you too, pretty lady."

"So, what's your verdict?" You asked with a soft chuckle and a tired undercut.

"What's my what, darling?" He asked, voice slightly rasped.

Reaching to your face, he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear lovingly, which had you biting down on your lower lip. Kakashi's eyes danced over your puffy lips, smile deepening on both of your faces as you laughed,

"Can I have an Amaretto taffy now?"

[vigilantkilliforniakatholixxx]

the modern day liberals leftists progressives are the most non-accepting/anti-tolerant sc$m ever - simple as...i can say w/out a shadow of a doubt that all the center right folks that i know can and will enjoy - appreciate - watch - listen - partake in art/music/film/fashion blah blah blah that has been created by ALL sides of the political spectrum (not just their own) providing it is of quality (and does not tread on their Godly beliefs) but of course that is not the case for the beta-weak progressive leftist shills that will not do the same and in fact will go out of their collective way to do damage and shut down shows/dox/harass/call in threats (they recently negated a friend of mines bands tour) to malign the opposite side - their so-called "foe". i grew up in a time/culture when despite what your politics/religion/gender/race happened to be you could fully indulge yourself in superb entertainment/talent w/out the vapid virtue signalling back-biting and woke PC crap..... for example = the true 70's into early 80's punk rock scene (yes i am that old) was NOT a liberal/leftist/stalinist/hive-minded corporate-d$ck worshiping boot-licking lock step trash human parade and the aforementioned scene flourished due to it's NOT being simply a one way street of cultural marxist/pc/progressive trotsky maoist ph@gg0tree...…let's be honest - this new breed of “punk rocker” would have never even survived the real/true early punk rock explosion and bands like the mentors / x / black flag / fear / germs / stains / weirdos / blah blah blah would never have even come to fruition in this craven/artless/ sjw/pc/leftist/liberal /pack minded climate that has been cultivated by the "usual frankfurt school suspects" - face it these doltish dismal dreaming onion eyed wanna be "punker toads" would have never even made it out of those shows/riots alive spouting/yammering/spewing the trained marxist garbage that they do these days i tell ya what....so over these infectious gut griping miscreants...sorry for the rant....i came across a "triggering" article - lol!!!

[mappingthemoon]

Movies/TV Watched 2024

Asteroid City (Wes Anderson, 2023)

Nomadland (Chloé Zhao, 2020)

Cordelia (Adrian Shergold, 2019)

The Piano (Jane Campion, 1993)*

Malcolm X (Spike Lee, 1992)*

Avatar (James Cameron, 2009)

Child’s Play (Tom Holland, 1988)*

Train (Gideon Raff, 2008)

Silent Hill (Christophe Gans, 2006)

Nam June Paik: Moon Is the Oldest TV (PBS American Masters) (Amanda Kim, 2023)

Past Lives (Celine Song, 2023)

Basic Instinct [Director’s Cut] (Paul Verhoeven, 1992)*

In Cold Blood (Richard Brooks, 1967)

What Lies Beneath (Robert Zemeckis, 2000)

Fellini Satyricon (Federico Fellini, 1969)

Significant Other (Dan Berk, Robert Olsen; 2022)

The Mimic (Huh Jung, 2017)

Extinction (Miguel Ángel Vivas, 2015)

The Visit (M. Night Shyamalan, 2015)

The Hole in the Ground (Lee Cronin, 2019)

Batman (Tim Burton, 1989)

Cronos (Guillermo del Toro, 1993)

Under the Skin (Jonathan Glazer, 2013)

Our Flag Means Death [szn 2] (2023)

Wes Craven Presents: They (Robert Harmon, 2002)

Carnival of Souls (Herk Harvey, 1962)

Leviathan (George P. Cosmatos, 1989)

Rick and Morty [szn 5] (2021)

Dark Skies (Scott Stewart, 2013)

Insidious: Chapter 2 (James Wan, 2013)*?

Insidious: Chapter 3 (Leigh Whannell, 2015)

Insidious: The Last Key (Adam Robitel, 2018)

Insidious: The Red Door (Patrick Wilson, 2023)

American Graffiti (George Lucas, 1973)*?

The Pope’s Exorcist (Julius Avery, 2023)

Independence Day (Roland Emmerich, 1996)*

Men in Black (Barry Sonnenfeld, 1997)*

The Exorcist (William Friedkin, 1973)*

Poor Things (Yorgos Lanthimos, 2023)

Angels & Insects (Philip Haas, 1995)*?

Tucker & Dale vs. Evil (Eli Craig, 2010)

The Purge (James DeMonaco, 2013)

4/20 Massacre (Dylan Reynolds, 2018)

The Fast and the Furious (Rob Cohen, 2001)

Poisoned Ground: The Tragedy at Love Canal (PBS American Experience) (Jamila Ephron, 2024)

Beetlejuice (Tim Burton, 1988)*

The Signal (William Eubank, 2014)

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (Tim Burton, 2024)

The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (Stephen Hillenburg, Mark Osborne; 2004)

Felix the Cat: The Movie (Tibor Hernádi, 1988)

Speak No Evil (James Watkins, 2024)

Kwaidan (Masaki Kobayashi, 1964)*?

The Portrait of a Lady (Jane Campion, 1996)

Sisters with Transistors (Lisa Rovner, 2020)

Holy Smoke! (Jane Campion, 1999)

Shock Treatment (Jim Sharman, 1981)*

Space: The Longest Goodbye (Ido Mizrahy, 2023)

House of Wax (Jaume Collet-Serra, 2005)

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (Bill Melendez, 1979)*

Wojnarowicz: F**k You F*ggot F**ker (Chris McKim, 2020)

Longlegs (Osgood Perkins, 2024)

O Brother, Where Art Thou? (Joel Coen, 2000)*

Tess (Roman Polanski, 1979)

Barbarian (Zach Cregger, 2022)

Home Alone (Chris Columbus, 1990)*

Jennifer’s Body (Karyn Kusama, 2009)

Rick and Morty [szn 6] (2022)

The Seeding (Barnaby Clay, 2024)

Edward Scissorhands (Tim Burton, 1990)*

Beatles ’64 (David Tedeschi, 2024)

Fanatical: The Catfishing of Tegan and Sara (Erin Lee Carr, 2024)

Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure (Richard Williams, 1977)*

Rick and Morty [szn 7] (2023)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (Emma Tammi, 2023)

Immaculate (Michael Mohan, 2024)

Freaknik: The Wildest Party Never Told (P. Frank Williams, 2024)

The Booksellers (D. W. Young, 2019)*

His House (Remi Weekes, 2020)

Time Cut (Hannah MacPherson, 2024)

Don’t Move (Adam Schindler, Brian Netto; 2024)

Carry-On (Jaume Collet-Serra, 2024)

Subservience (S. K. Dale, 2024)

The Muppet Christmas Carol (Brian Henson, 1992)*

May December (Todd Haynes, 2023)

Horse Girl (Jeff Baena, 2020)

Psycho (Alfred Hitchcock, 1960)*

Movies/TV watched 2024; asterisks * are rewatches, asterisks w/question marks *? are rewatches I couldn’t remember having seen before but had a vague sense of familiarity and/or I found evidence of watching elsewhere in my archive. Struck titles were unfinished (I absolutely loved the book In Cold Blood but dozed off a bunch during the movie; Under the Skin seemed promising but I had to turn it off because I could NOT emotionally deal with the baby on the beach.)

This year I treated myself to some old weird nostalgia movies on VHS (YouTube or Internet Archive links provided when available). We have a decent collection of thrifted DVDs and we borrow a lot of movies from the library. Occasionally I’ll sign up for a month of a streaming service if there’s something ~exclusive~ we want to watch, and then we’ll end up watching whatever horror garbage is offered. Honestly, I think “meh, it was okay” was my main reaction to a lot of the movies I watched this year? Kind of a bummer.

Favorites in 2024: BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE!!!!! I just loved everything about it :D I thought it was aesthetically the right amount of Tim Burton without being *too much* Tim Burton, ya know? (Love movie environments that feel like a dark ride!) Beetlejuice is a forever favorite, one of my earliest “crushes” (proving that I have absolutely never had good taste in men & that as early as age 4 I yearned for a witty dirtbag prankster to show up and “promptly whisk [me] off from [my] ordinary life into wacky adventures in the land of the dead” [description from the box set of the animated series, yikes lmao; my other fave beginning around this time was Doctor Who lol, obvious underlying theme is obvious]). ANYway, BJ BJ was also the first movie we saw in theatres post-covid! Not necessarily due to covid-related concerns, but just like, idk, being busy and frugal homebodies. And I guess since more theatres are offering restaurant food nowadays, they’re making it more difficult to sneak food in (no bags allowed), booooo.

Other faves: Asteroid City (I’m not usually a Wes Anderson person but this was visually stunning), His House, Poor Things. The Seeding was pretty wild, if heavy-handed. Tho I kind of thought *everything* about male/female relationships in horror movies I saw this year was getting pretty heavy-handed :/ Sisters with Transistors was a cool documentary about women (Delia Derbyshire, Daphne Oram, Wendy Carlos, Pauline Oliveros, et al.) in the early days of electronic music, dreamily narrated by Laurie Anderson (*heart-eyes*). Beatles ’64 was surprisingly okay! I *really* appreciated the interviews with people who were young Beatlemaniacs back in the ‘60s, hearing (mostly) women talk about how the Beatles represented a new way of being masculine, how liking the Beatles could provide a sense of agency for women navigating their own desires, etc. That was a cool perspective which I do not personally encounter very often in the Beatles cinematic universe. (For background: My two most recent long-term relationships have been with indie musicians who just happen to be extremely obsessed with the Beatles, so I’ve spent the past 17+ years absorbing deep dives about how great they are, and while I like many of their songs and Understand Their Position of Importance in the History of Pop/Rock/Human Culture, I just do not give a fuuuck on a personal level. But I do still begrudgingly respect my partner’s interest enough to occasionally watch a Beatles documentary with him.)

[asfaltics]

a something of antecedents; a real sketch, this time

  an antecedent something,   ₁   but Fanny Wilding’s eyes, for black ones, were not disagreeable; an Animated girl, she gave to them a something of expression   ₂ some vestige of the Brookes countenance — a something of Harriet   ₃   a something of her former apprehension there always remained;   ₄ a something of Emma about, that lost nothing by;   ₅ a something of Alice Craven in every feature; a something of   ₆   “a card,” or “a photograph,” or “a something” of Mrs. Hazelton   ₇   I told Mrs. A. something of my exercises of mind.   ₈   of these a something of Mr. Orchardson’s which we are rarely privileged to see — a sketch, a real sketch this time, of a China-man   ₉   but a something of herself had given way   ₁₀ a something of some special nature   ₁   a something of herself she was, leaving there forever in the vapours of the cave   ₁₁

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sources, their respective details at the more’s

1 Rev. F. Nowill-Webster, his Inaugural Essay on Instinct (1868) / more 2 Theodore Hook, his The Man of Sorrow; A Novel (London, 1842) / more 3 Men of Capital. By Mrs. Gore (London, 1846) / more 4 ex “The History of My Great Aunt, who died at the age of sixteen,” author unknown, this from first installment of fiction serialized in Graham’s Magazine (1854) / more 5 May and September. A Novel. By the Hon F(red). Walpole. (London, 1867) / more 6 Anne Marsh-Caldwell, The Heiress of Haughton; or, The Mother’s Secret (1855, but first encountered in later volume catalogued as 1867) / more 7 Annie Thomas (Mrs. Pender-Cudlip), “Jenifer” (Chapter 25, “In the Multitude of Counsellors”) in All the Year Round (November 17, 1883) / more 8 OCR misread (across four columns!) at a testimonial letter from Laura Greenland (Colfax, Pa.), Signs of the Times (Middletown, N. Y., Wednesday, December 4, 1895) / more 9 “Private Picture Galleries : The Collection of James Orchar, Esq, of Broughty Ferry,” by I. M. W., in Good Words (1897), here specifically on W. Q. Orchardson (1832-1910), his painting “The Connoisseur” / more 10 Orchids. A Novel by Lelia Hardin Bugg. Second Edition (St. Louis, 1898) / more 11 Jenny Cartwright, by George Stevenson [pseudonym of Grace Horsfall] (London, 1914) / more

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on the above —

Most instances of “a something of” have a vagueness about them: there is no antecedent in the text; they are used as local rhetorical or poetical flourishes. This somewhat changes in the rebound of the phrase’s usage in the latter half of the 20th century, where it is found — with quite specific senses — in technical and critical settings, e.g., linguistics, philosophy, logic.       The sources represented by the above 11 instances are the imperfect result of a search for a-something-of’s where they might be attached to a name or honorific — an antecedent yielding (perhaps) a modicum of concreteness.       As always, some elements are reordered, and punctuation introduced.

all a something of’s  

[marjaystuff]

So what are you reading?

Family Edition  #1 Not everyone reads in our family, but most do. We don’t all read books as many of us read newspapers, magazines and other sources as well.  We don’t all read one genre, although we do seem to read either fiction or nonfiction, with a couple exceptions.  Many of us read books from the library.  A couple of us are Kindle Unlimited readers.  Some prefer books in hand while others prefer using our electronic devices.  

My sister sent me two pictures of the novels she has up to read.  One novel was Tell Me by Lisa Jackson, a thriller mystery based on a murder that happened twenty years ago.  Only the killing has started up again.  The other book she is going to read is The Boyfriend by Freida McFadden.  Another thriller with the new perfect boyfriend who might not be everything perfect.  I have to say the description of The Boyfriend definitely caught my attention. 

My niece just completed a Brandon Sanderson book called Wind and Truth.  The book is part of the Stormlight Series.  Over Christmas, she shared all sorts of information about the world of Stormlight.  The books are long and intricate with lots of information about the world and the various characters.  I loved hearing the passion in her voice as she spoke about the novels.  

My aunt is reading an Eloisa James book, Viscount in Love.  She more often listens to books and almost always has a couple of books going.  We read a lot of the same authors and novels.

My bestie is reading Christmas in Bethal by Richard Paul Evans right now. Next up on her list is The Mirror by Nora Roberts.  We share some favorite authors including Nora Roberts.  She actually is the most organized of all of us by keeping a spreadsheet of all the books she has read and wants to read.  

Elise is a reader too and shares her reviews and interviews weekly with us.  She has sent in an interview with Suzanne Woods Fisher and a review of Ben Koenig books 1 and 2 by M W Craven this week. 

The point is not that a number of us are readers (especially as I only had a chance to ask a few family members and not all of us are readers) but that we all read different books. That is what matters.  We all have different interests, different methods of obtaining books and different preferences, but we have access to books that interest us.  Something that I feel everyone should have access to - books that interest us, make us curious, offer other views, and maybe make us rethink our beliefs. 

Now, I have missed a number of readers in my family and as we move forward this year, I will highlight (without names) a number of books read by others.  Please send in your reads as well.  I would love to share them with your permission.  Reading opens up so many worlds and I wish for many of us to be able to share those worlds. 

[beatrixacs]

Book 6/2025 - Dead Ground by M. W. Craven

[stmaryslibraryios]

Body Breaker by MW Craven

one of my favourite crime authors

The second crime thriller in the Avison Fluke series by M. W. Craven, acclaimed author of The Puppet Show (Washington Poe series).

Following on from the first in this series we meet up again with DI Fluke & team (Towler, Skelton & Longy).  This time Fluke is sent to investigate a severed hand found on the third green of a Cumbrian golf course.  The golfer who reported it said it dropped from the sky!  They didn't believe him & were about to take him in for questioning when the greenkeeper explained about the birds of prey around the area who had probably fought over it & then dropped it.  As they expand the search around the area the rest of the dismembered body is found.  When they try to identify the dead body they trigger national security.   The case is taken away from them by a secret protection unit from London quoting national security. However, when Fluke discovers the deceased was an old army buddy he and Towler want to be involved in finding his killer.  When a young woman arrives at Flukes isolated lakeside cabin quoting a code known to only a handful of people and claims to be his old buddies wife it forces Fluke back into the investigation he's been barred from. Fluke & his team work secretly encountering New Age travellers, corrupt cops and domestic extremists. But he makes a pact with the devil & alienates himself from his entire team & gets arrested under the Terrorism Act.   But Fluke is just getting started and has a plan but plans don't always turn out the way you think they will....

I found this series growing on me and liking Towler more & more.  It gets a little too plot complex again like the first book.  As for the Choreographer, why was that charge just dropped??  This is a short series, just the two books as he then went on to write the Washington Poe series.  I found this better than the first book but not as good as the Washington Poe series. Prefer Tilly & Poe as a quirky team.

review by Lindy

[nsfwmiamiart]

Part 7 - Incoming Text for Common (@common): “An Idea Worth 80 Million Dollars”

Here’s a clean link to the Wikipedia page for Vampire in Brooklyn:

Vampire in Brooklyn - Wikipedia (click on the blue link)

Vampire in Brooklyn is a 1995 American horror-comedy film directed by Wes Craven. Here are the details regarding the film, including the cast, crew, budget, and production information:

Overview

Title: Vampire in Brooklyn

Release Date: November 28, 1995

Genre: Horror-Comedy

Plot

The film follows a vampire named Maximillian (played by Eddie Murphy) who arrives in Brooklyn to find a descendant of his vampire lineage. He meets Rita (played by Angela Bassett), a New York police officer, and becomes romantically involved with her. As the story unfolds, Rita must confront the challenges of Maximillian's supernatural nature and the dark forces that surround them.

Cast

Eddie Murphy as Maximillian

Angela Bassett as Rita

Kadeem Hardison as Julius Jones

John Witherspoon as a funeral director

Michael McBride as the preacher

Zakes Mokae as the vampire hunter

Crew

Director: Wes Craven

Producers:

Eddie Murphy

David A. Goodman

Angela Bassett

Screenplay:

Eddie Murphy

Charles W. H. H. McLeod

Scott Rosenberg

Cinematography: J. Michael Muro

Editing: Patrick L. K. M. Cowley

Music: John Frizzell

Production

Production Companies:

Paramount Pictures

Eddie Murphy Productions

Distributor: Paramount Pictures

Budget and Box Office

Budget: Approximately $20 million

Box Office Gross: The film grossed about $19 million in the United States.

Reception

The film received mixed reviews from critics, with some praising Eddie Murphy's performance and the film's comedic elements, while others criticized the plot and execution. Despite its moderate box office performance, it has gained a degree of cult status over the years, especially among fans of Eddie Murphy and Wes Craven.

Notable Information

This film is significant as it showcases the collaboration between Eddie Murphy, a prominent comedian and actor, and Wes Craven, who is well-known for his work in the horror genre. The blend of horror and comedy elements is characteristic of both Murphy's style and Craven's directorial approach.

Here is the Trailer: VAMPIRE IN BROOKLYN (1995 Theatrical Trailer)

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[lizfielding99]

What I've been reading...

It’s been a crimefest at Fielding towers… I’ve been catching up with books written by friends, including the latest Libby Sarjeant from Lesley Cookman. Set in a Kent village with its own theatre, this series has a fabulous cast of characters and just gets better and better. Murder in Autumn  focusses on some difficult and relevant issues, which made it an great read.     The Body at Rookery Barn …