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spookychick78 · 1 year ago

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Chucky One Shot: Request

Chucky X Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, language, (Jade's outfit is different from the movie for ✨dramatic effect✨) and oh, captives? Anyway, let's get into it.

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"Jesus, (y/n). How many times to I have to fuckin' explain this, just-," he paused mid sentence with his rubber, or plastic, you'd never quite figured out what material you were both made of at this point, but nonetheless, his hand rested on his forehead with a frustrated sigh, "you're just gonna repeat after me, got it?"

Your captives were bound, lying flat on their backs with their eyes wide. Muffled pleas flew endlessly from their gagged mouths as they struggled desperately to find a way out of the present situation. It was quite impressive, you had to admit, that Chucky, who was no more than two, maybe three feet tall at most, had managed to reduce two fully grown adults to such a state. You'd never say it aloud, his ego didn't require further stroking at this point, he knew very well he was beyond good at what he did. In fact, he'd gotten you both there, all the way to Hackensack's darkened and if you being honest, unsettling graveyard with less struggle than you'd expected. The wind whipped past the two of you, nearly knocking you off of your plastic feet as you stood atop your soon to be new body with a frown. You weren't quite sure if it was pity you felt as you studied Jade's furrowed brows and bloodshot eyes, though perhaps it should have been, it was uncertainty. Specifically about whether or not you wanted to be her, well, be in her body.

"Isn't there anyone else we could find to do this?" You asked, spurring on another disgruntled sound out of your partner.

"You've got to be kiddin' me," Chucky muttered as his grip tightened around the necklace with the oversized rhomboidal amulet hanging from the chain, "is that really why you're being such a pain in the ass? Looks?"

Jade was pretty, in the traditional sense, but in your opinion such childlike features would be difficult to acclimate to. You tried to picture adorning her body in black, deep reds, your usual gothic attire and cringed. She was nothing compared to the body he'd destroyed, your body.

"Pardon me for wanting a little more class," you muttered back, earning another muffled yell from below you, "something I'm sure you've never heard of."

His artificial features contorted to form an incredulous expression as he shook his head, "You know, I'm starting to think you want me to kill you and don't think it hasn't crossed my mind to."

"Ditto, babe," you replied with a smirk, "it would only be fair."

"Look, can we save the threats until we can make good on them in real bodies? Let's just get this over with," he retorted as he situated himself between Jesse and Jade, "then I'll really give you something to bitch about."

You hopped off with a huff and folded your dwarfed arms, or tried to. They were just short enough to make such a simple movement tedious. Perhaps you could get used to such plain looks of it meant you'd have the freedom of actual limbs again.

"Ade due Damballa. Give me the power I beg of you," he began with his arms outstretched and an exaggerated tone.

You allowed yourself a brief glance around as he continued, finally reaching parts of the chant you'd never heard before. Usually, some interruption or another would halt him, but not this night. He'd made it far enough to render their eyes shut, their pleas silenced and their bodies still. It was actually working. You felt your heart rate quicken as words continued to spill from his mouth and you drew closer to your new form. You felt it, you were melding with her. For a brief moment her memories, her experiences clouded your vision in such quick succession it gave you whiplash. Then, everything went silent and your vision vanished as a pale white that seemed to grow brighter, more intense with each passing second overcame you until it turned black. With the darkness came feeling, a subtle tingle that pricked at the tips of your fingers and toes. The sensation spread and tingling soon turned to a strange, throbbing warmth. You tested it, eyes still consumed by shadows, but movement came surprisingly easy. You felt your arm raise, it was longer than before and when you rested your hand on your face you felt the almost forgotten, but easily remembered texture of flesh. You furrowed your brow and let out a groan as you tried to rid yourself of the fog that filled your new head.

"Holy shit," you heard beside you.

As you began to blink your eyes open, you felt him shoot up. Vision came slow, but eventually the haze lifted and you found it within your ability to sit up. Your legs were the first thing you observed and from that particular angle, you had to admit you were quite pleased with them. They were long with silky smooth skin. Skin you thought to yourself as you let your hand wander down your knee. You'd gotten so used to the hardened structure you'd been for what seemed like ages you'd almost forgotten what it felt like to touch yourself and really feel it. Finally, you lifted your head to see Chucky was doing the same with a baffled smile on his face.

"It worked," he said with a laugh as he stretched his arms out and shook his head in awe, "it actually fuckin' worked!"

Before, you hadn't been sure if Jesse's body would suit Chucky. He was so boyish, the all American type, which was so uncharacteristic for the man you'd known before the doll, but as you studied him then, it worked. It was deceiving, you'd never think he'd be capable of committing the crimes he'd grown so addicted to if you looked at that sweet face under those tousled brown curls, but it really worked. He started to undo his belt, which made you chuckle, you weren't quite sure what he was doing, but it wasn't long until you put two and two together. He pulled the fabric outwards as he lowered his head to study within them.

"Oh, you're gonna love this," he said with a proud nod, "kid was packin'."

"Right, cause you would know," you said with quick wit and a smirk, "what do you have to compare it to, Ken?"

"Hey, we both know I made a pretty good Ken," he said before he finally looked up at you.

His brows raised when he noticed you were still on the ground, legs just slightly tilted to the side with your hands on the behind you to keep yourself upright. Jade had been wearing a white dress that night and it's fabric had been blown by the wind to steadily climb further up your thighs.

"If I'm bein' honest, you look more like Barbie now, doll," he said as he sauntered closer to you.

You quickly replaced the edge of the dress to cover yourself, "Don't even start, Charles. You threatened kill me again not even ten minutes ago."

He lowered himself to the ground just a few feet in front of you and began to crawl closer as he spoke, "Oh, that? Come on, you know me (y/n). I'm all threats, I only bite if you ask nicely or piss me off."

"Well, I'm not asking," you said as his hand found your foot and steadily brushed its way upwards.

You wanted to deny him, he deserved it, but you weren't sure if you could deny yourself, that was the problem. His skin on yours, though it was just a small fraction of his body, felt heavenly. It had been so long since you'd felt human touch that when he bent your leg forward to rest his check against the inside of your knee, an internal throb forced you to further doubt your ability to say no.

"No," he whispered as he started to press his lips to your bare skin, "but you did piss me off."

He bit down then, not enough to hurt, but enough to make that thrum between your legs more prominent. You quickly extended your leg and pressed your foot to the center of his chest, barring him from touching you momentarily and he let out a wicked chuckle.

"I'm not buyin' it, (y/n). You can't tell me you don't wanna test these out," he said as he pushed your leg aside and forced both open this time, "besides, you've never been difficult to convince."

"Shut up," you snapped, but your eyes gave you away as they dipped to his new pair of lips that were curved into a devilish grin and parted just enough to display a row of pristinely white teeth.

"Make me," he said as he lowered his head, careful to keep his eyes on yours so he could watch you relent, "or I'll make you."

The wind betrayed you and blew your dress up again, granting him access to your core, which he wasted no time in drawing closer to. You felt his breath, hot and inviting, billow between the soft flesh of your thighs as one of his hands squeezed your hip. He observed the modest white panties hidden underneath with a laugh.

"Real cute, (y/n)," he said as he reached for the knife beside his former body, "but these aren't really your style, are they?"

He was quick to cut them, tossing the ruined fabric to the side and leaving you exposed to the elements. It was cold, but not for long. His mouth returned and with it, warmth that had you melting as you grit your teeth begrudgingly and gave in. Your head fell back when you felt his tongue glide up the inside of your thigh, tormenting you with your own want. His teeth soon followed as he resumed his nipping in an attempt to make you whine, which worked better than you hoped.

"Oh, for fucks sake," you breathed out with desperation.

His laughter only confirmed that was exactly what he wanted, "That doesn't sound like a no anymore."

"You know it's not," you said as you tensed under his tight grip on your thigh and tried to push yourself up to meet his mouth.

He hummed against your skin then, forcing another whine from you when the vibrations almost gave you needed, but not quite, "Yeah, I know, but you haven't asked nicely."

"Charles, please."

"Eh, I don't know. I don't think you deserve it," he said as he hovered torturously over where you wanted him, allowing his lips to just barely graze the soft flesh with each word he uttered, "maybe I should let you suffer the consequences of being such a brat."

You whipped your head back up and the desperation on your face only served to satisfy him, "You'd only be teasing yourself and you know it," you spat down at him in a weak attempt to get what your way.

"Maybe, but I'm sure there's plenty of chicks who'd be down for the cause with this guy," he said smugly.

"Fuck you," you said with narrowed eyes before you went to push yourself up.

Chucky, however, made sure you stayed in place. With both arms, he pulled you inwards by your legs, which forced you flat on your back. Your head hit the ground with a thud and in an instant, he was on top of you.

"Did I say you could get up?"

His eyes were darker now, threatening, but your body continued to betray you as you looked up at him. Desperate had become an understatement as you took note of the way he was pressed against you. From what you could tell, he hadn't been wrong about what was hidden inside of those jeans and it made you squirm.

"Now," he started as his fingers found rest between the two of you to toy with your entrance, "I said ask nicely."

You felt his thumb settle right where you wanted it, but it remained still. He wouldn't dare grant you the satisfaction of friction so soon. Instead, he left it motionless as he inched his index and middle finger inside of you, painfully slow. You wanted to curse him when he laughed again, amused by how wet you were.

"Normally, I'd count that, but I wanna hear you say it," he said as he dug in deeper, "how badly do you want me to fuck you?"

"I need you to," you whined pitifully as your back arched into his stiff fingers in search of relief.

"I can tell," he said as he abruptly shoved them as deep as they could go, "but, go on."

A moan escaped you as your head dug into the grass below you due to how severely your neck was arched, "Please, whatever you want me to say, do, I don't care. I'll do it, just please."

"I kinda wanna do this all night and we both know I could," he said as he watched you, intrigued as he tested your limits.

No matter how subtle the movement, he got a reaction for each one. He stared hungrily as he listened to your breath quicken, but your expression wasn't nearly pained enough. That was the deciding factor for Chucky, it was all the incentive he needed to hook his fingers upwards and massage that spot that ached for solace.

"Much better," he said when your brows furrowed and your mouth hung open further to silently plead for more.

But just as he started to find a forgiving rhythm, he withdrew, leaving you with an emptiness that could have brought tears to your eyes. Words of protest had just begun to leave your mouth before he tugged you forward again, this time filling you when your bare skin met his. Some foul words left his when he took note of how tight you were with furrowed brows of his own.

"You're lucky it ain't my first time," he teased before he lent down to press a sloppy kiss to your open mouth, "cause fuck, that's a tight fit."

His hand stayed firm on your jaw, holding you in place as he rocked into you and in your legs, in turn, tightened around his waist.

"Now, where was I," he said before he slipped his fingers back into place to rub circles over that poor little nub as he took what he wanted, thrust after thrust.

He had you spinning by then, so wound up it wasn't funny and it didn't take him long to bring you to the edge. He'd practically had you there with his fingers alone, but this was far better than you could have expected. You arms dangled loosely around his neck, hands grappling for purchase, but at his pace you found none. You settled to cling to his free arm that held him up, digging your nails into it as your body clenched tighter around him. You were right there and more than fearful he'd deny you a release given how the entire ordeal started, so you didn't hesitate to beg in advance.

"Please, don't stop," you cried out, clinging to him as you lingered on the edge, ready to jump, "don't you dare stop."

"Stop?"

"No," you said quickly, tightening your legs around him further, "don't."

His breath had grown ragged and despite his teasing, you could tell stopping wasn't a thought in his mind.

"Only cause," he stuttered as his hips began to lose there even pace, "you asked so-"

He leant his head back in an attempt to stifle a moan of his own, but thankfully it escaped, filling your ears with bliss, "nicely," he finished huskily.

That sound of his strained voice had you careening over that edge you'd found and he followed suit, rocking himself through his own high as he let himself spill into you. A slew of curses left his mouth as lewd cries escaped your own and your body went limp. Your hand, that had drawn blood from his arm with your nails, fell stiff on the ground beside you once he finally ceased his movements. He hovered over you, head hung as his shoulders trembled with labored breath.

"Shit," you heard him breath out before he lifted his gaze back to your own, "how was that for a test drive?"

By the look of your sweat laced face, flushed with lidded eyes, he nodded his head, satisfied. And you, well, he didn't leave you hanging, that was for sure.

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onelastskip · 2 months ago

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wahhhhh i posted this on the keyframes discord server but just some kf + chi aubade stuff

Little things that remind the cast of Chi :3

Deja: Chipmunks, Cream puffs, Shy Guy (Mario), Fluffy blankets, Stuffed animals, Cute patterned Washi tape, Rose quartz, Wind chimes, Dating sims, Fairy lights

Cam: Squirrels, Crepes, Cherry 7-11 Slurpees, Sweet chili chips, Silly cat pictures, Pokemon cards, Soju, Ditto by New Jeans, Pretty dice, Keychains, Shoujo manga

Percy: Rabbits, Mochi, Paper stars, Pears, Claw machines, Embroidered clothing, Chokers, Necklaces, Waffles,

Elio: Ursa minor, Cinnamon rolls, Pink maidenhair ferns, String bracelets, Overalls

Jamie: Chunky knit sweaters and cardigans, Lace, Mice, Cupcakes, Chrysanthemums

Reynah: Butterflies, Strawberries, Mimosas, Milk tea, Dogs tilting their heads

All of them: The colour pink, Smell of vanilla, Fun earrings, Cotton candy, Cameras/photography, Mugs

i will probably do things that remind chi of her friends later idk teehee

#also... percy looks up at the moon and thinks of her but you didnt hear that from me #skips rambles :3 #chi aubade #keyframes mc

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shigayokagayama · 5 months ago

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sakurai hato or minegishi :3? my faves

sakurai:

Sexuality Headcanon:

this man is gay

Gender Headcanon:

honestly nothing in specific. cis but in a "never really put much thought into it" kinda way. could he be inclined to question or transition? perhaps, but he is too busy cleaning up the giant comical jar of disgusting orange sauce that spilled all over the floor because a customer insisted they could fit a weeks worth of groceries into one cheap reusable grocery bag and it predictably split open and went everywhere and now the whole store smells like nondescript orange sauce and he has a headache from the smell but the manager will be pissed if he closes the register and moves to one further away so he just has to mop it between customers and the stain remains until they redo the nylon in 30 years.

A ship I have with said character:

koyama. made for each other.

A BROTP I have with said character:

i really like thinking abt post canon 7th division staying friends :] i think they hang out sometimes

A NOTP I have with said character:

none that come to mind? obvious stuff aside i suppose

A random headcanon:

a common theme between all three of these characters is that theyre young enough to fall in the age range where they could have been kidnapped by claw and i choose to believe that's what happened. especially sakurai. this kid screams kidnapped. no one would have looked for him....

General Opinion over said character:

i dont think about the 7th division members all that much just because they all get introduced in my least favorite arc so i dont really have a reason to reread/rewatch unless im doing a full series rewatch, but as a background character enjoyer seeing people have thoughts on them makes me very happy

hatori:

Sexuality Headcanon:

gay asexual seems right for him i think :]

Gender Headcanon:

definitely some flavor of transmasc

A ship I have with said character:

computers. other than that ive seen people ship him with joseph and i see the vision.

A BROTP I have with said character:

similar to above i think he and the rest of the super five are still buddies after everything.

A NOTP I have with said character:

this is a weird question to answer for the more minor/background characters so instead ill say "i used to sorta ship him and minegishi in like a qpp sorta way when i thought they were like the same age but learning minegishi was like 19 and punching the numbers meant that unless they didnt meet until less than a year precanon there's no way to make that not weird so i dropped it". so it goes.

A random headcanon:

ditto to above and also reddit moderator. i know he's a reddit moderator on some tech forum giving the world's most smarmy and least helpful advice

General Opinion over said character:

i like him! i dont think of him too often but im fond of all the super five.

minegishi:

Sexuality Headcanon:

ace aro :]

Gender Headcanon:

transfemme nonbinary <3

A ship I have with said character:

none really. they dont have time for that they have a thankless minimum wage job to work.

A BROTP I have with said character:

super five but also i realized hoshida from the reigen manga is in the age range to have gone to middle school with them before they became a terrorist and the idea of them having been childhood friends who fell out of touch and then him turning on the news to find out the kid who used to make him clover necklaces is wreaking havoc on downtown is REALLY funny

A NOTP I have with said character:

most things honestly at this point. i am so sorry shimamine shippers they took everything from you with the fanbook

A random headcanon:

i feel like post canon theyd become a bug person. like, getting big terrariums with self sustaining ecosystems of invertabrates :]

General Opinion over said character:

i actually like them a lot! i feel like its clear from the answers to these that theyre the one out of these i think about the most frequently lol. i just. how did you join the upper echelon of a terrorist organization at age 16. what happened.

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princesssarisa · 10 months ago

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Autism headcanon: Mimì (La Bohème)

*Mimì lives alone at the beginning and is content to live alone until she finds love. She doesn't seem to have any friends outside of Rodolfo's circle; on her deathbed, her happy murmurs of "all here, all here" creates the sense that the five people present are all the friends she has in the world. Yet she doesn't seem to mind. She devotes herself to her simple daily routine and her few, simple special interests – her sewing, flowers, praying – and is happy this way.

*She's quiet and reserved compared to the other main characters, and in her first meeting with Rodolfo, she seems shy. As he declares his love for her, she doesn't make it clear to him that she returns his feelings right away. Though she sings of her love so we can hear, it's written as an expression of her private thoughts, not spoken out loud in-universe; then she pulls away when Rodolfo tries to kiss her, says she wants to say something but "doesn't dare," then timidly asks to come to the café with Rodolfo, and only then coyly admits her love. (Although it depends on the singer whether she seems to be truly shy or just gently playing hard to get – after all, no sooner has Rodolfo agreed to take her out, than she playfully implies that they'll have sex when they come back.)

*That said, she's not particularly cautious or socially "savvy." Despite the brief shyness mentioned above, she throws herself headlong into a love affair with Rodolfo just fifteen minutes after they first meet, with implied consummation the very same night, and then moves into his apartment. If she had been slightly less naïve, she might have taken more time to get to know him first.

*She has deep feelings about the most commonplace things and finds meaning in them that other people don't. The artificial flowers she sews aren't just a source of money to her, but "speak of love, of spring... of dreams and fancies." And the first sunlight of April shining through her window is an experience she sings of with almost religious passion.

*She doesn't often go to church, but she does often pray to God. Many of us on the spectrum don't care much for organized religion, but invest deeply in own private spirituality.

*While she's a nice girl, she sometimes acts on her instincts in ways that aren't necessarily "polite." In Act II, when Rodolfo has only just bought a beautiful new bonnet for her, she openly admires a coral necklace that he can't afford. A girl with better social skills might have considered that this could seem greedy or ungracious. Ditto for her "observing a group of students" a short time later: Rodolfo might be too jealous, but should she really be eyeing other men during their first date? (Although the moment can be played as anything from "just smiling politely as the students flirt with her," to "happily accepting kisses from a young man who's evidently a former lover of hers," depending on the staging.)

*She's very earnest and takes love seriously. As Musetta seduces the resistant Marcello in Act II, while the other characters (and the audience) all find the scene funny, to Mimì it's sad: Musetta is madly in love with Marcello, yet he refuses to forgive her for having left him. For a viewer on the spectrum, it's easy to relate both to the inordinate seriousness with which she takes others' relationship games and how out-of-step her reaction is with everyone else's.

*Her responses to sensory stimuli are strong. She hates to be cold and loves warmth: she sings worshipfully of the sun as a source of comfort, and her dying words are to express feeble bliss at the warmth on her hands of the muff Musetta gives her. She also loves sweet smells, especially of flowers, and in Act III she can't bear to go into a crowded, strong-smelling space when she's already in emotional turmoil: when Rodolfo urges her to come into the tavern, she exclaims "No, that stench will suffocate me!"

*She's very emotionally sensitive and wears her heart on her sleeve. Nor can she control her emotions very well. When she finally realizes she's dying in Act III, even though she's hiding at the time, she can't process her horror and grief quietly, but breaks down in "violent sobs," which causes Rodolfo and Marcello to discover her presence.

*In Act III, she tells Marcello that Rodolfo goes into jealous rages over the most innocent, meaningless words or gestures she exchanges with other men. While of course Rodolfo's behavior has other motives that she doesn't know, many of us on the autism spectrum relate too well to being misunderstood, to saying or doing the wrong things at the wrong times without realizing it, and to accidentally making people angry with words or gestures that we thought were innocent and unoffensive. Whether we're accused of flirting when we were just trying to be polite, or of being "snippy" or "aggressive" when we thought our tone was neutral, it happens too often.

*She can't bear conflict or rejection. She's agonized and broken by Rodolfo's jealous rages and by his leaving her, to the point that it seems to make her illness worse. Of course any girl in love would be heartbroken, but the sheer raw anguish in her music in Act III speaks especially strongly to those of us with rejection sensitive dysphoria. So does her fear of how Rodolfo will react if he sees that she followed him to the tavern after he left, which drives her to hide when he comes out. (Flawed though Rodolfo is, he probably wouldn't do anything to make Mimì rightfully afraid of him... at least I hope not... but her sensitivity makes her panic at the mere thought of him being angry with her again.) Yet even as she sadly accepts their breakup as necessary, she wants it to be gentle and free from bitterness. Her longing for gentleness, tenderness, and kindness sets her apart from the rowdiness, hot blood, and volatile on-and-off love affairs of bohemian culture. As much as Rodolfo and his friends adore her, she never quite fits in with them.

Now of course in the 19th century, no one would have viewed Mimì this way. As with her fellow consumptive grisette Fantine from Les Misérables, many of these traits can be explained by the fact that she's a poor, uneducated girl with no family, and even more by the fact that she's sick. As @faintingheroine and I have discussed in the past, it's not uncommon for consumptive or otherwise sickly 19th century characters to show traits that read as vaguely autistic by modern standards. But neurodivergent people have always existed, long before there were terms for them, and I personally identify with Mimì for reasons that I know relate to my neurodivergent mind.

#opera #la boheme #mimi #autism #autism headcanon #autism spectrum #fictional characters #headcanon

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daynascullys · 11 months ago

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Teresa Lisbon - 2, 4, 7 , 12, 13 Ditto for Patrick Jane please!

aaaah my beloveds thanks for asking about them 🥰🥰

2. Favorite canon thing about this character? Lisbon: That she wears Jane's wedding ring on her necklace (and fully understands its significance/makes peace with him not taking it off/apologizes about it, etc.) and is so protective of him from the start. AND her lil dancing. Jane: That gift-giving is so clearly his love language because it's mine too 🥰 And the moments of life we see in him despite the tragedy, like building his sandcastle and making a daisy chain. Also, literally any time there's a kid.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in? Lisbon: Okay this might be silly but I kind of want to see her in Miss Congeniality because of the whole angry little princess thing 🤭 Jane: Brooklyn Nine-Nine, particularly for the Halloween Heist. I would loooove to see him with Peralta lmao

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like? Lisbon: This probably goes for all the characters, but the fandom thinks so deeply about her character and really digs in to the complexity and I love it. Jane: I love that everyone treats his story with respect and is so thoughtful about the nuance of his character! I also never ever imagined I'd call any man babygirl but this is the first fandom where I really 100% get it hehe

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? Lisbon: I think she read at least one of Jane's letters every day and had her favorite ones memorized. I also think she put his teacup back together during those two years and just waited to surprise him with it when she felt the time was right. And that she would make his cup of tea for him when she was especially sad/missing him. I also love that she couldn��t answer when Jane called because it meant she had a voicemail from him, and I think she listened to it over and over. Jane: I think he buys or makes gifts for Angela and Charlotte on their birthdays and keeps them somewhere special (since we know he doesn't visit their graves to mark the anniversary). I also think he collected memories to share with Lisbon with the hope that he'd get to tell her and brought her some sort of gift, like a seashell.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot? Lisbon: 🫦 because of her lip biting! Jane: 👀 reminds me of Jane because he really embodies that emoji lol (also 🐸) and this 😌 reminds me of both of them (especially with a flower tucked behind their ear)

send me a question and a character!

gonna tag some friends bc I wanna hear your thoughts too hehe @sharpesjoy @burningblake @robntunney @robintunney @lizzybennets

#i smiled through this entire thing!!#profwonderbearthementalista #answered #the mentalist

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jadeazora · 1 year ago

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Our promo shots from the episode tomorrow! (It seems Lapras is quelled from the storyboard shot, and I expect the usual Lucius flashback after. I wonder what will be revealed this time?)

Meowscarada and its Holowear are live in Pokemon Unite!

A Ditto coinbank is available in Taiwan.

And in expensive merch, a new U-Treasure necklace themed on Electric-types in silver and gold.

#pokemon horizons #pokeani #anipoke #lapras #meowscarada #pokemon unite #holowear #tencent #u treasure #pokemon jewelry #ditto #pokemon merchandise #pokemon merch

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violetsandfluff · 2 years ago

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Society of Light Event: Epilogue

December 22nd:

"Man, everyone voted me Santa this year but I'm not sure what to do to make this holiday extra special, they're all counting on a knucklehead like me to make this Christmas memorable..."

"My friend Jaden had a problem like this once when he lost sight of dueling for fun. If you let the responsibility of having people count on you get in the way of something that's supposed to be fun, it won't be fun for anyone, yourself included."

"So we should like... play games and stuff?"

"Yeah! Let's make a game for everyone to play."

"It'd have to be something pretty special for me to earn my milk and cookies."

"Did someone say milk!?"

"GAH! Where'd you come from!?"

"Actually, if you two don't mind helping me out I did just have an idea... I don't suppose any of those dueling cards of yours could simulate a New Moon to make me smart enough to plan this could they?"

"As a matter of fact..."

Present Day:

"So... all of that was just a farce? Alexis was never brainwashed?"

"Nope, I used Santa Magic to give her a Mystic Code for her Society of Light outfit and the rest was just her acting. Her defeating someone in a duel triggered the Mystic Code to send the details of the plan to someone's brain and give them a similar outfit, so all our 'recruits' were clueless until they were recruited and then became in on the game."

"But Ishizu was the most freaked out about all this, she has a Necklace that literally tells the future, how'd you keep this from her?"

"Easy, the Millennium Necklace actually scans all possible futures but filters out the top percentage of the silliest outcomes as to not bother its bearer with futures that would be too ridiculous to worry about. As long as we hit that silliness threshold we were literally unpredictable. And since we were pumping magic into Alexis's card to simulate a New Moon without there actually being one, no one would expect me to be sensible enough to plan all this."

"I knew, I just didn't care and Astolfo asked me not to get involved."

"Ditto."

"So as long as the ones that could predict it played along, we could tell a story of Santa saving Christmas AND give everyone the thrill of dueling for their home and livelihood without actually putting anyone in any real danger."

"I literally would've never expected that from you two."

"That's why it's so genius!"

"So you put us through all that just for some kind of Yuletide prank!? Just so we'd all play children's card games together!?"

"Yeah, didn't you have fun?"

"..."

"...yeah, I did."

#Society of Light Event #Scene 6 #Finale

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faegoddessog · 2 years ago

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 20/41

Chapter 20: Le Roi

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, fellatio, gagging, titty fucking, fingering, pearl necklace, masturbating.

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 20: Le Roi

You come to awareness a while later. You hear the shower going in the bathroom. You stretch and get up from the bed, button down shirt still hanging on your shoulders. You gotta pee, you decide to use the guest bathroom.

As you walk back to the bedroom, you take in Austin’s apartment. It looks like a sex bomb went off. The line from Princess Bride enters your mind, “It ranged all over. They were both masters.”

It may be the dopamine, but it just strikes you as enormously funny. You are cackling as you walk into the bedroom.

“Hey sleepyhead, come on in”, you hear Austin from the shower.

You walk in trying to contain yourself. The steamy outline of him is letting the hot water beat down. You drop the shirt to the floor and step into the large glass stall.

He greets you by gathering you under the hot water for shower kisses. Steamy Shower kisses. Damn. You two need some kind of intervention. This much desire is criminal.

Soaking, you come up for air.

“Babe, we -” you say.

“Need to not?" he interrupts.

You both laugh. At least you are on the same page.

After showering and stealing yet another of Austin’s shirts, you two set about cleaning up his apartment. You start laughing again about ‘ranging all over’.

“What's so funny?” he asks.

You tell him about the Princess Bride line. He doesn’t think it’s as funny as you do.

“I mean, take a look,” you wave your hand, “we DID range all over!”

“Well, I mean you are not wrong,” he admits, “we did have a LOT of sex.”

“Yes, yes we did,” you come behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “The best sex I’ve ever had in my life, in fact."

“Ditto,” he turns around in your embrace, hugging you to his chest.

You guys finally get the place cleaned, sheets changed, furniture put back, clothes picked up.

“Okay love, we have to rip this band aid off,” you say.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to have to say it, but I have to get my mind right for tomorrow. I may be having a quiet panic attack because I didn’t do any real Elvis study this weekend,” he takes in a big shuddering breath.

“Look at it this way," you rationalize, “ you just did a different kind of studying for Elvis this weekend. You fucked me as Elvis several times. You practically channeled him when you were spanking me. Apparently he gets off on a good spanking.”

“He actually was supposed to be really good at oral sex,” Austin is getting on your bandwagon.

“Well you’ve got that in the bag babe. Anytime you want to practice, you know where I am, “ you say.

He laughs.

“No really, any time,” you are definitely not joking.

He insists on walking you ‘home’.

“So you don’t feel like it’s a walk of shame,” he says when you stop outside your door.

“Y’know, you are so sweet, but understand that I feel no shame whatsoever,” you declare, “and I’m carrying a filthy dress, my heels AND a bag of sex toys wearing a shirt that I stole from you.”

“My dirty girl,” he says with a smile and leans down to kiss you…and kiss you. His hands slide into the shirt to your waist, discovering that the button-down is all you have on.

“Hoh, you are so… fuck, woman,” he growls, pulling you into him. His kiss is passionate and lustful as his hands cup your bare ass. Well I guess you know what getting more sex does to him, makes him just want it even more.

“Austin, hunny, ” you pant, pulling away from him, “you had better go work on Elivs, or I am going to require you on the other side of this door.” Just thinking about it and you find your hand migrating towards the crotch of his pants. You ball your fist tight to stop it.. “If we do that, we are both gonna end up in the hospital.”

“I know, I know, you are right,” he shakes his head. You grab him by the hand and look him in the eye.

“Why don’t you come by tomorrow when you get home and tell me about how it all went and I will feed you,” you suggest.

“I would really like that, although I have no idea when we’ll get done. Filming is like that,” he warns.

“No worries, just text me when you are on the way back from the studio. I will be here.”

“Ok,” he nods his head.

“I'll see you tomorrow babe,” you lean up and kiss his cheek, trying to keep your goodbye chill. You open the door and turn to go inside, he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing the back.

“Love you,” he says, staring into your soul. Your heart melts. You find yourself throwing your arms around his neck in a huge hug.

“Love you too hunny,” you say in his ear. You break away, turn and force yourself through your open door before you get stuck in a loop of wanting, denying, goodbyeing; wash, rinse, repeat.

You turn around to close the door and he has taken a couple steps backwards.

“Break a leg tomorrow!” you say.

“Thanks,” he says with a little wave.

You close the door, and lean on it, much like that night after Tom and Rita’s. Today, though, you just let out a huge contented sigh and whisper ‘Austin’. ….

At first you are not sure what to do with yourself. You wander around the apartment, with the intention to tidy up. Everywhere you look reminds you of Austin.

The shower: making him cum with your finger on his prostate, his tongue in your mouth as water poured over you, his tongue on your clit; The bedroom: Austin fucking you like a dark deity in the middle of the night, the feel of his cock in your ass for the first time, the quiet of the morning as he moved inside of you; The couch: watching movies and sucking him off, his relentless fingering of your clit, laying on his lap encased in a sphere of bliss, simply hanging out laughing and tickling and kissing… oh god the kissing!

You spend the evening eating leftover pizza and writing it all down so you never forget.

Your phone jangles.

Austin: Goodnight darlin’

You can’t help how big the smile on your face is.

Me: Goodnight lover, sleep well. XOXO

A contented smile is plastered on your face as you crawl into bed. You miss having Austin’s arms wrapped around you, so his shirt will have to do.

The next day you have a zoom meeting with your uncle to talk about progress in the early morning. You had forgotten about it until the alarm you had set previously to wake you up an hour before goes off. Thank you former self!

You are thankful that Austin didn’t stay the night either, you didn’t need to explain that. Your family has been bugging you about ‘settling down’ for a while now. It’s the juxtaposition of you having a near death experience and needing to get out and not waste a moment, while they almost lost you and want to hold on tight.

You show him the guest bathroom you have been working on. You had ripped out the old tub and shower and put in a walk-in, marble tiled shower with a rain shower head and handheld combo. You just have to grout and caulk. Next you will tile the floor and install a new vanity and toilet. It should be done in less than 2 weeks. After that, you’ll work on the master bath, probably 3-4 weeks, then start the big demo on the kitchen and bedrooms. He’s happy, so that’s a good thing. You finalize the design and layout of the kitchen. Mostly he trusts your choices and just wants you to stay as close to the budget as you can. Cool.

Your mind is never far from how Austin is doing on set today. He hasn’t texted, which you totally expected.

You decide to grout the shower today to keep you busy. Once that is done and washed off you caulk it. You actually really like to caulk, you find it soothing and meditative. It’s afternoon when you finish. You clean up and decide to head out to get some shopping done. When you get back, it’s evening.

You hadn’t realized how much you were waiting for his text until your heart skips a beat when your text tone goes off as you are cooking dinner.

Austin: done for the day c u in an hour?

Me: yay! dinner?

Austin: ys pls X

Me: you got it XOXO

In an hour there is a knock at your door. Your chest tightens. You open the door. Austin is freshly showered and in sweats and a hoodie with a bottle of bourbon.

“Hey you!” you smile, opening your arms to him.

“Hey baby!” he wraps you in a hug.

“How was it?” you ask, closing the door.

“It was unreal. Baz changed almost everything we had already rehearsed. It really threw me for a loop. But I really think it ended up better.” He grabs glasses from the cupboard and pours you each two fingers of the brown liquor over an ice cube. He hands you one and clinks them together.

“Here’s to the first day down,” he says. You both drink and shiver at the first taste.

“Y’know, sipping liquor reminds me of kissing. It’s not the first one that you should judge on, it’s the second that really shows the quality.” You take that second sip and a step closer to him, then put your glass on the counter.

“Hmm,” he keeps his eyes on you as he drinks again. ”I see what you mean,” he sets his glass down. “Speaking of quality kisses,” he grabs your waist and pulls you in close, “I missed having yours this morning.”

He presses his mouth to yours. Your mouth opens automatically to his probing tongue. Your hands are on the back of his neck, body pressed close to his. The caramel taste of the bourbon mingles on your slightly numb tongues. You close your lips together, only to open and go deeper, breathing deeply through your noses, enhancing the ‘whiskey kiss’. Your lips vibrate with little vocalizations that you can't’ help making.

He pulls away, licking his lips.

A shiver goes down your spine. “ I forgot how much I like whiskey-kisses.”

“It’s bourbon,” he tries to correct you.

“I know, I just call them whiskey kisses, it rolls off the tongue better,” you explain.

“You do have a spectacular tongue,” he kisses you more.

“You hungry?” you ask when you pull back, one eyebrow cocked with a sly smile on your face.

“Yes, I am,” his hands glide around your hips, thumbs settling on your hip bones, “I’d like to eat first, if that’s ok.”

Over dinner you talk about your call with your uncle and some of the plans you hammered out. He is quiet at first and just listens. He is so amazing at listening. He asks some questions about grout and tiling.

You ask if he wants to talk about his day. As he picks up the dishes, and takes them to the sink, he starts talking. He pours another two fingers of bourbon for each of you and transitions the conversation to the couch. He talks about the shoot, his nerves and how they connected him to Elvis. You just listen, sipping your drink. Clearly he needs to process everything he went through today.

“I want to apologize for not being able to text more, I was so sucked into character and shooting….” he says holding your hand.

“Whoa,” you hold up your other hand, “I do not need an apology, lover. You got work to do. I get that. I don’t expect you to call or text me when you are shooting. Remember this is supposed to be a non-codependent thing. I love hearing from you, but no pressure.”

“Ok good, I just wanted to make sure in case you felt neglected,” he smiles sheepishly.

You throw back the rest of your drink and climb onto his lap, sitting sideways with your arm around his shoulders.

“Did YOU feel neglected? Cuz I didn’t want to bother you,” you ask, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Baby, you are never a bother. Honestly I didn’t have the spoons to feel much more than nerves today,” he admits, ” but I also don’t mind hearing from you.”

“You got it love, I won’t be afraid to text you and I won’t freak out if you don’t text back right away,” you assure him.

“I’m also gonna be really, really busy, so I don’t know how much time I will have for you,” he looks at you, biting his lip in worry.

“I know,” you take your thumb and pull his bottom lip away from his teeth, easing his worried face, “hence the serious-adjacent situationship. I will joyfully cherish whatever time I can get,” you plant a kiss on his forehead.

“How are you so amazing?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

You shrug, “It’s easy, I’m with you.”

He buries his face in your neck and hair hugging you tight, breathing in the scent of you.

“Baby, you seem to have had a long day,” you decide not to push him for sex tonight.

“Yeah, I did not sleep well last night. I was so nervous. Tonight will be better though,” he says with a smile.

“Why is that?” you ask.

“Cuz… you,” he pulls you in for delicious slow whiskey-kisses. Several minutes later your lips part.

“Are YOU hungry?” he asks with a devilish smile.

“For you? Always. But if you need to rest or study for tomorrow, I totally understand,” you smile at him.

He traces your jawline with his fingertip.

“What I think I need tonight, is you,“ he kisses your neck lightly. “Would it be weird if I sleep here? I have an early call and will probably be gone before you get up. But… I enjoy having you next to me.”

You stand up from his lap, pulling him up to stand with you. “Not weird at all. Now, is sleeping all you need tonight? Or do you want more?” you ask as you lead him into the bedroom.

“Well, I might sleep better if you’d help me get off,” he steps to you, wrapping you in a deep kiss. You can feel your vagina start to tingle with moisture.

“I’m not opposed,” you pull his hoodie up over his head, kissing his chest, licking one of his nipples.

He shudders.

“Do you like that, on your nipples?” you ask.

He nods, “I like more too, biting, sucking,”

“Like this?” you take one in your mouth and gently suck on it.

“Harder,” he says.

You increase your suction.

“Mmm,” his hands go to your head, holding you to him. You take it between your teeth and bite, gently. He moans and grips your head. You pull away, smiling up at him. Excited for a new way to get him going.

“Do the other one,” he pulls your head to his other nipple.

You suck this one a little harder at first and let your hand migrate down to the tentpole at his crotch. You realize he has nothing under his sweatpants. Such a fucking turn on that he made himself so easily accessed.

“Oh god, that’s good,” he is saying. He pulls your head up to meet his, clashing his mouth against yours in heightened need, his tongue thrusting and curling against your own.

He pulls your shirt off over your head and in a flash has your bra off and your shorts pulled down, you too made sure he had easy access.

“What, no unicorn undies for me today?” He chuckles as he runs his hands over your naked ass.

“I’ll be sure to show you my collection sometime,” you say, “however, right now I have other plans.” You pull his waistband up and over the head of his cock, his hard rod bouncing as the rest fall to the floor.

You sit down on the bench at the foot of the bed and immediately take him into your mouth. His velvety smoothness is intoxicating on your bourbon flavored tongue. You slide down his shaft, bobbing your head up and down his length.

“Oh god, yes,” he moans. He grabs your head and pushes himself deep into your throat. Fucking your soft palate just a little, making you gag, then pulling back. You look up at him.

“I love hearing that sound when my cock is in your mouth,” his eyes are fierce with lust.

You suck greedily and nod, your mouth too full of him to agree any other way.

He drives in again, gagging you longer and deeper. You suck in a breath as he pulls out of your mouth, wet with thick spit. Your hand is on him, spreading the wetness. You look up at him, one lip curled up. He wipes your mouth with his thumb. You capture it in your mouth, sucking while you pump his cock with your fist. You? Orally fixated? Nah.

“Here, try this,” you say when he takes his thumb out of your mouth.

You pull his dick to your sternum, and push your tits together around it. Looking down you let a long string of saliva drop into your cleavage. He starts sliding up and down, both hands on your shoulders for balance. The head of his cock is peeking out the top of your squished together breasts with each thrust.

“Oh. My. That is fucking hot to watch, ” he says a little surprised. Maybe he’s never titty fucked anyone before.

You look up into his face, licking your lips, thirst in your eyes. His brows are knit together, his voluptuous bottom lip slack, letting his breath escape in unvoiced “oh’s”. He is watching himself sliding up to your neck and back again through half lidded eyes. Fuck he is so hot when he’s in the throes of pleasure. His eyes lift to find yours, one eyebrow twitches up and as does one the corner of his mouth.

“You wan’ me t’ cum, baby,” he asks breathless, just before his front teeth ruthlessly capture that lower lip.

“Uh huh, right here,” you nod, “give me those pearls, mon Roi de chatte.”

Your hips are rocking onto the seat, dripping onto the smooth wood of the bench. You lean down, open mouthed, your tongue lashing his head each time it crests your tits, teasing his tip. He speeds up.

“OOOHHH YEAH, HAAAAAH!! HAAAAAH!!” He bellows through clenched teeth.

Thick white cream spills all over your tongue and neck and tits. You are practically bouncing on the bench, pussy desperate for attention.

You lean back, moaning, on the foot of the bed, putting your feet up on the bench, knees bent. Your hips are trembling against your wet hand which is rubbing his cum into your clit hard and fast.

Austin is panting, trying to recover.

He leans over you, slips two fingers inside your wetness. You are a little sore, but you really don’t care right now. He starts sliding in and out. His other hand snakes around the back of your head, his forehead planted on yours.

“Fuck baby, you are so hot dripping with my cum.” He intones between puffs of breath.

What pushes you over the edge is the feeling of his cum dripping down your neck and along your sides. You arch, head pushed back against his hand, he pushes deep inside you and flicks those long fingers against your g spot. “Ohhh Yaaaaaaahhhhssss,” you wail, hips shaking against his hand.

You grab his hand as he starts sliding in and out again.

“No, no stop, I’m good,” you pant, “thank you lover.”

He answers you with a sweet, loving kiss, which you return.

“What did you call me? Just before I came, wah dushat?” Austin asks.

“Oh, did I say that?” you press your lips together, slightly embarrassed.

“Uh oh, what does it mean? Do I need to take offense?” he jokes.

“No no. It’s just a little corny. It means King of my Pussy,” you start laughing.

“I’m not mad at that, I think you should call me that all the time,” he laughs.

After yet another shower, you climb into bed. Austin pulls out papers from his hoodie pocket and climbs in next to you. Propped up on a pillow and one arm around you he pulls you in close.

“Oh yes, this is much better than last night,” he says under his breath.

“Whatcha got there?” you ask, indicating the papers.

“Script pages for tomorrow, although who knows what Baz will actually have me doing,” he says.

“Are you allowed to read them to me?” you ask.

“Technically no, since you haven’t signed any waiver, but I trust you. Do you want to read the other part with me?” he offers.

“I can try. It may not be good,” you are a little apprehensive.

“Doesn't matter, it just helps to have someone read the other lines,” he assures you.

Curled up on his chest, reading from the same pages, you go over the scene a few times. At first you are tentative. You ask a few questions about who’s lines these are, then throw caution to the wind and get into it.

“Damn baby, you are doing great! Your southern accent is spot on,” he says, impressed.

"Thanks babe,” you wag your tail, smiling.

“If you want, I could talk to Baz and get you on set as an extra. I mean it’d not be talking but… “ he offers.

“Oh, no no.” You roll on top of him to be face to face. “ I am the thing that is NOT Elvis in your life right now. Plus, I don’t think I could bear watching you be Elvis and not have your hands on me. When this movie comes out, I may not be able to see it in a theatre cuz it’s gonna make me so fucking horny. I will leave the seat wet!”

“Or we could just rent out the whole theater and I could play with your pussy the whole time,” he smiles and bites his lip.

“Oh that is happening for sure,” you smile wickedly.

“That’s an experience I look forward to, after all I’m the King of your pussy,” he says giggling.

“Oui, Mon Roi, et je suis ton chaton excité.” you lick your lips and kiss him.

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