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Richard Muñoz Masterlist

(Titles marked with an asterisk * should be considered 18+ only due to adult themes, such as sexual situations, adult language, smoking, violence, etc.)

Mini-Series

Elegies and Aubades Miniseries:

• Prologue

• Part One

• Part Two *

• Part Three

• Part Four

• Part Five

One-Shots:

• Bound to You *

• The Happiest *

• Just Stay Here

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I love Richard so much and to read a Kinktober fic written by you about him is a dream come true!

Seduction - Richard Alonso-Muñoz

Seduction || Size difference || Cunnilingus Richard Alonso-Muñoz x OFC/reader

Words: 1.5k Warnings: smut.

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"Can I help with the dishes?"

She smiled and Richard felt his heart flutter. They’d met at a dozen different gatherings, mutual friends and all that, but he’d never had the chance to get to know her. But tonight it was just the two of them, Ben and Tina had left claiming they had to relieve their babysitter.

"I’ll wash if you dry."

Richard glanced over her pretty dress and shook his head. "I’ll wash if you dry." She nodded and he rolled his sleeves up, noticing how she eyed him carefully when he dipped his hands into the soapy water. "I promise I won’t break anything."

She startled and then smiled, pulling a dishtowel from a nearby cabinet. "Better not."

They passed the time in casual chit chat, her arm brushing his sometimes when she moved about and Richard caught a whiff of her perfume. Or maybe it was shampoo. Either way it made his blood pound a little harder and he deliberately slowed down his washing. But there was only so long it could take to clean four plates and assorted silverware and soon she was passing the towel to him to dry his hands.

"I had better go," he said with a sigh, casting about for some way to invite her on a date. "Maybe we-"

"There’s still some water in the kettle," she spoke over him, flicking a button on the side of the appliance. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Richard didn’t drink tea but nodded anyway. Maybe he could get up the courage to ask her out with a little more time. At her direction he pulled down teacups, cream, and assorted sugars - then took them to the living room when she pointed him that way. He was sitting there awkwardly on the couch, damp palms flat on his thighs, when she came in a few minutes later with the pot.

"How do you take it?"

"Whatever you think is best."

She smiled at him again when she passed him his teacup and he took a small sip, grimacing at the taste but using the cup to hide his mouth.

"What happened to your hand?"

Richard glanced at the back of his right hand, frowning. "A small accident at work. Nothing to be-"

She was touching him.

Sweet Mary she was touching him.

Her fingers lightly slipped under his palm and pulled him closer, tracing over the thin red line. "Does it hurt?"

He shook his head and bit back a moan as her thumbs pressed into the meat of his palm.

"You’re tense."

Richard didn’t know what to say. Her fingers were gliding over his skin, pressing and pushing until he was lightheaded. What was he supposed to do? He didn’t know so he did nothing, just sat and held his teacup uselessly in one hand while her fingers massaged the other.

"Your muscles are tight." She said the words conversationally, moving up to his exposed forearm.

Richard nearly swallowed his tongue before asking, "Are you?"

Her eyebrow shot up and he choked, setting the teacup aside as though he might blame it when in reality it had been nowhere near him when he’d forgotten how to breathe.

"I mean, are your muscles? Tight? Is that… is that a thing?"

Biting her lip she nodded, turning around and baring the back of her neck to him. In the dress she wore he could see a wide sweep of her back, skin smooth in the low light. "I always seem to have a knot, right here," she pointed and Richard’s eyes fell to the spot. "Can you see it?"

"No."

She was turned away so he had no idea what expression was on her face when she offered, "Maybe you can feel it."

His breath was unsteady as he slowly reached forward, resting his fingertips on the spot she had indicated. There might have been a knot there, he had no idea. What he knew was petal soft skin and a slight noise that fell from her lips. She tilted her head, baring more to him.

"Would you mind? I can’t reach there very well."

Richard swallowed. He had about as much experience with this as he had with drinking tea but she was asking and it didn’t feel polite to say no.

He also didn’t want to say no.

Carefully, fingers almost delicate on her, he drifted over the spot she indicated. A mumbled word from her and he pressed harder.

She moaned.

Christ she moaned and the half erection he’d had ever since he’d gotten her scent blossomed into a full hard on. If she turned around, if she saw it… there was no hiding it. He didn’t want to embarrass her.

Her hand fell to his thigh.

Any brainpower he had left rocketed off into the night. His breaths were coming harsh and fast, like he’d been running a mile. He needed to leave before he came all over his pressed khakis. Quickly, before she could turn around, he lept to his feet, grabbing his jacket and holding it in front of his waist.

"Thank you very much for dinner but I should go."

She rose almost as fast, lips parted and a confused look on her face. "Richard I-"

"Good night."

He was halfway to his car when he realized he forgot his phone. Groaning he turned back towards her house, wondering briefly how much to just buy a new one. With reluctant steps he returned, frowning when he saw she had not shut the door behind him. He pushed it open, eyes going to the couch and her slumped shoulders. Her face was buried in her palms but she turned at the sound of him calling her name. It was impossible to miss her dejected look and Richard went to her immediately, although once there he was at a loss for what to do.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," she smiled tightly up at him. "I’m guessing you didn’t change your mind. Did you forget something?"

Change his mind? His eyebrows pulled together as he mumbled something about his phone and she rose, fetching it from the kitchen and returning with it. When she held it out he took it hesitantly, studying her.

"Change my mind about what?"

"Staying."

Richard heard blood roaring in his ears. "Staying?"

"Here. With me. I thought…"

The phone made a loud thump when he dropped it. Then his body as he sank onto the couch in a daze. "You want me to stay?"

It was her turn to look confused, sitting next to him and folding her hands in her lap. "I thought I was… I’m not sure I could have been more obvious short of just saying it."

"Saying what?"

A short self-deprecating laugh left her and Richard hated the sound of it. "That I was trying to seduce you."

He reached a hand out and let it hang in the air between them. "I didn’t realize."

"You didn’t…?" She bit her lip. "And now that you know? Is that something you might want?"

He nodded so forcefully it made him dizzy, then saw stars when she caught his hand and pressed a kiss to his fingers. She shifted closer and laid his hand on her shoulder, his palm brushing the swell of her breast.

"Is this okay?"

Richard nodded and she shifted even closer. Her knee was pressed to his now, her hand resting high on his inner thigh. He swallowed, watching as she moved her body so his hand fell to cup the soft flesh of her breast. A sharp noise left her and Richard surged forward, palming her breast roughly and wrapping his other hand behind her neck. He knew he should go slower, take more time, but he was suddenly worried this was all a dream.

But a dream didn’t moan into his mouth and tangle her fingers into his hair. A dream didn’t lick at his tongue when he thrust his inside her. And a dream didn’t fall back into the couch cushions and pull his body down with her so they fit together like two puzzle pieces.

He didn’t know what to do first. He wanted to touch every part of her, taste every part of her. Her hips were rocking up into his straining erection and it was making it difficult to think. Hands - maybe hers, maybe his - pulled at her dress and he was suddenly resting on warm flesh and a pebbled nipple nestled into his palm. He groaned and pinched it, felt her jerk beneath him, heard her moan.

He came.

Shuddering over her Richard came like he was fourteen again. Not that he’d ever so much as seen a real breast at fourteen - nevertheless had his hand on one. He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see her pity. Pleasure was still rolling through him when his apology sprang to his lips. But she cut him off with a kiss, licking inside his mouth in long languid strokes.

"That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen."

He opened his eyes and saw her looking up at him in wonder. "It was?" She nodded and he blinked at her. "What now?"

Slowly, deliberately, she reached down and pulled her skirt up a few inches. "My turn?"

Richard let her have the next several turns.

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Soft, warm happiness for Richard. Now I'm happy too 🥰

Just Stay Here

Day 12 - Lonely || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire. (Richard Muñoz x F!Reader)

(For the 2021 December Challenge.  The event masterlist is here.)  

CW:  Angst; Fluff.

Word Count:  2088

Requested by: the charming @isvvc-pvscvl​

It happens every so often, the prison going into lockdown.  Anything can set off the lockdown protocol, really.  

This time, it’s a chain of unrelated events.  It starts with a suspicious package in the letter room—a thick envelope that explodes in a cloud of fine white powder when Richard opens it.  He is quarantined immediately, his heart hammering in his chest.  Police techs are brought in and quickly discover that it’s just talc powder, but then a pair of inmates start fighting.

And then a threat comes in on the prison’s voicemail.

And then a car full of protestors tries to get through the gate.

The warden orders a lockdown until the chaos can clear.  It takes Richard two days—forty-nine entire hours—to finally get home.

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Just lovely ❤️ You made my adoration for Richard even stronger that it was 🥰

It was sweet how the reader and Richard would prop each other up when they were fewling shy or apprehensive because I can be painfully shy and know those feelings well. I enjoyed watching their relationship blossom into friendship and love, and was ecstatic that he found a patient bedroom partner that lived by the motto "practice makes perfect".

There were many moments that I found myself with a big ol’ smile on my face and many aww’s at the sweet moments, but two stand out for me. Their first date with the rapid icebreaker questions that led to a moment of vulnerability and a feelings of freedom, and when the team got confirmation of their suspicions.

Thank you!

Practice Makes Perfect

CW:  Fluffy fluff; minor mentions of infidelity and parental death; smut (vague wording, implied premature ejaculation, implied fingering); 18+ only

Word Count:  6460

Requested by: the lovely ​@​cannedsoupsucks commissioned this and asked that it be shared with Tumblr  🌻

Richard Muñoz is not especially social.  He’s perfectly content to be a homebody, and he’s only lonely sometimes as a consequence of his introverted life.

But if there’s one thing he’ll leave the house for, one thing that he’ll venture outside for, it’s his bowling league.  Once a week, on Thursday nights (and once a month on Saturday night), he and three other guards from the prison put on their polyester shirts (their team name, Thunder Ballers, emblazoned on the back) and roll.  

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Aww, sweet Richard. I have such an incredible soft spot for this love starved, lonely man that I found my self grinning on my couch when he got his first pair of couples Christmas socks. It just gives me such joy to see him create happy memories.

This was an absolute delight to read 🥰

The Happiest

Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined  (Richard Muñoz x F!Reader)

(For the 2021 December Challenge.  The event masterlist is here.)  

CW:  Smut (oral-f receiving; PiV, unprotected); 18+ only.

Word Count:  2594

Requested by: the lovely @cannedsoupsucks​

Ever since his mother passed away, Richard Muñoz dreaded the holidays.  Any holidays, really, but Christmas was the worst.  In his mind, Christmas was the holiday most indelibly linked with family, with togetherness.  All the things he didn’t have.

He coped by taking extra shifts at the prison.  He worked through Christmas Eve and the following day, buried himself in the work of the letter room.  Allowed himself to be lonely with the prisoners, a sad sort of fellowship of lonesomeness.  Dragged himself home and treated his dog to an extra treat or two—the only real family he had left.  By then, the worst of the holiday season had passed, and Richard was free and clear until the next year.

But this year?  This winter season?  It is like all those solitary Christmases banked up one giant miracle for him now: this year, Richard Muñoz is not alone.  Not at all.

This year, he has you.

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