#pshh I wish

[betterthanbatman1]

Giving Dexter Soy a forehead kiss

[fragglerockopinions]

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[misahyochaeng]

“LUST.”

Dom!Chaeyoung x Sub!Reader 🔞

tw: dom!chaeyoung, sub!reader, fwb, play flirting, praise, degradation, dry humping, fingering, pussy eating, chaeng is a munch…, overstimulation, fluff at the start, chaeng receives at one point, cum tasting, cannabis mention (it’s literally for one second idk why i’m giving a tw) NOT PROOFREAD!! :3

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“How long till you get here”

Chaeyoungs voice croaked rather impatiently through your phone speaker, one of your hands on the steering wheel while the other hand held your cellphone steady.

“I’ll be there in five, be patient, hun.” You stated as you took the curve, the fingers on the steering wheel tapping in a short rhythm as you drove around the block.

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You got to her apartment, knocking on her door, she was quick to answer.

“Hey,” she replied a bit shyly as she pulled you in for an embrace, arms snaking around your waist to slightly pinch and caress the skin.

Chaeyoung nuzzles into the crook of your neck, letting out a sigh as if all her worries were gone just by your mere warmth. “I missed you, Y/N.”

“I missed you too, Chaeng” You let out a soft smile, Chaeyoung nodded. “Come,”

She pulled you into her apartment by your wrist, taking you to her room, it was cozy, multiple lamps setting the ambience while snacks and stuffed animals laid out in arrange, the scent of a musky vanilla perfume evident in the air to cover up the harsh smell of cannabis in her room. You grew used to it—it reminded you of her.

You crashed onto the pile of stuffed animals on her bed, the snack bags crickling as you moved the bed, you missed this, you missed being with her.

Chaeyoung giggled at the sight of you face planted on all her plushies, some of them gifts you gave her. “Cute.” She scooted over next to your planked body, rubbing your back before pinching your sides in a teasing manner.

She turned on the TV as you stood up, you sat close to her, enjoying the body heat she admitted, maybe you were cold, our maybe you just wanted an excuse to touch her; you laid your head on her shoulder as she scrolled through the movie genres, a bit indecisive on what to choose.

After a rather long—and annoying— banter, you both settled on watching Mean Girls, it was old, but you both liked it enough to sit through the entire thing.

As the movie went on, you mostly talked, you hadn’t seen eachother for a while and even though the movie was interesting, you both could never shut up, so you guys went on and on about all the new things in eachothers life.

“There’s hasn’t been any thing interesting going on with me,” Chaeyoung mumbled as she spoke to you, a snickers bar in her mouth. “I really wanted to participate in this exhibition we had at my college though, but i was low on funds so they put me to babysit my cousins for a week.” A little downwards smile toyed at her lips.

“Really? How did that go? You always told me you were bad with kids.” You teased, pinching her arm that was touching you as you sat shoulder to shoulder, using that as a chance to sneak inbetween and lock arms with her. “Pshh, easy as hell, dude, I even had them asleep by 8pm sharp”

You fake gasped, your voice laced with sarcasm, “Oh woww, responsible lady, how attractive.” You put your hand on your cheek, faking a blush. “Now i’m wishing you were the mother to my children.”

“Oh, baby, i could be” Chaeyoung leaned close to your ear, her voice a bit husky as she teased back, her warm breath against your ear causing your body to flush ever so slightly. “Yeah? I mean if we try hard enough, it’s not impossible.” you joked, she slapped your thigh as she let out a giggle “Dumbass, bro, dumbass.”

As you both finally caught up, you sat in silence watching the movie, your body practically smushed against Chaeyoung as she had her hand on your thigh, you got to your favorite scene in the movie — the one where Regina gets hit by the bus, you both had a little inside joke were somehow you perfectly timed your joke with the crash and i’d somehow made the scene ten times funnier.�� Chaeyoung smiled rather enthusiastically before turning to you. “This scene is always so interesting, considering the like ‘situation’ we had.” She smirked.

You nodded, “Yeah, but you wanna know what’s more interesting?” Chaeyoung tilted her head in question. “Your beautiful face, sweetheart, i could stare at it for hours.” you blew a kiss at her and she snorted, though you noticed a pink hue on her cheeks, cute.

“Oh shush, baby, we all know you’re the pretty one here.” She pinched your cheek before running her thumb over your bottom lip, her gaze staying on it for a little longer than usual. A shiver ran down your spine.

“Shut up..” Your cheeks grew evidently red, Chaeyoung had a large grin or her face knowing she was pushing your buttons. “Ohh? Is someone blushing i see? Cutieee” You smacked her hand out of your face as you pouted. “Brooo, fuck off.” You rolled your eyes as she chuckled, landing a soft peck on your cheek. “Is that better? Do you forgive me now?”

You hummed for a second, “Maybe i need another one, maybeee a little more convincing, yknow those lips are so pretty i can’t help myself.” You teased again as you puckered your lips towards her, a loud laugh coming from the both of you. “You find my lips pretty?” She pointed at them with a smile.

You got closer as you nodded, “Yeah, but they’d be prettier if i felt them against mine, kissing you.”

There was a silence; the movie stopped playing.

Chaeyoung gulped before looking into your eyes with a completely different look than before “Do you want to?”

The silent and tense atmosphere in the room was thick.

You sighed out of nervousness. “Maybe.” You played it off, trying to not make it obvious that your heart might just be beating out of your chest.

You both sat there, waiting for someone to make a woke, that was when she pulled you onto her lap, hand on your cheek as she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours, a small hum in pleasure leaving her lips. You kissed back, hands roaming her shoulders and neck as your kisses speeded up little by little, the need growing more and more. “You taste so good” Chaeyoung mumbled against you as she ran her hand up and down your back and sides, going up your shirt.

You grinded on her lazily, she bit your bottom lip as you rubbed yourself on her lap, the heat in your pussy growing further. “Fuck—Chaeng.” You whined. “Yeah pretty girl, you like this?” Her breath hitched, the sight infront of her could simply make her cum untouched; she bit her lip out of lust as she pressed you down harder, letting you dry hump on her lap.

She guided your pace with her hands by your hips, her lips curled into a smirk as she looked at all the pretty faces you made, pressing you down a little harder whenever she wanted a certain noise to be louder, you grew impatient, needing more than just clothed friction. “Baby, please” You whined and you moved your hips endlessly, the sound of clothes shifting and the bed creaking echoed through the loft. “What do you need?” Chaeyoung replied breathlessly before latching onto your neck with a small whine, her spit coating your skin as she left dark purple bruises from the corner of your neck down to your collarbone. “Tell me.”

You bucked your hips, a gasp escaping your mouth as she shifted you, pressing you down on her thigh “Fuck—touch me, baby, please.” She giggled quietly, her hand trailed down your body, stopping right at your center. “Here, love?” Her middle and ring finger ran up and down your slight in figure-eights, the pace of her fingers was painfully slow—too slow, you needed more. “Please, inside..”

“You’re so cute.” She slid off your shirt and pants, leaving you in your bare underwear before she practically ripped those off too, she grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look at her as she slowly began inserting her fingers inside your wet cunt.

Your mouth opened in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed as your grip on her grew tighter, a shaky whine leaving your lips, you closed your eyes. “Oh you poor thing, you’re so wet.” Chaeyoung faked pity, a small pout as she saw the state you were in, “Only for you, baby.” you said inbetween moans, your humping matching the pace of her fingers inside you, earning more stimulation. “Good girl.”

You let out a loud moan at the sudden praise, muffling your noises in the crook of her neck. Your walls clenched around the length of her fingers, she was knuckle deep inside you and your pussy slick dripped down to her front of her hand, palm rubbing against your clit.

“You close, baby? such a good fucking girl for me, right?” She ran her fingers through your hair as she kept the pace she was at, curling her fingers to hit even deeper than she already was before. You nodded, pussy swallowing her fingers whole as you moved your hips at the new pace she set, “Cum for me.” Chaeyoung said inbetween gritted teeth, her thrusts more aggressive than before, your back arching as you threw your head back, losing the shame and moaning loudly.

You went limp on her body as she pulled you up, “Come here.” she grabbed you by the neck, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, aggressive breaths and guttural moans leaving her mouth as you exchange saliva, teeth clashing before she nipped at your bottom lip. Her hands traced down again, rubbing lazy circles on your clit, you moaned into her mouth.

With a swift motion, she layed on you on your back, body crashing into the load on pillows and plushies behind you, she crawled on top, kisses going from your lips, to your cheeks, to your jaw, and finally latching onto your neck. A loud whimper escaped your lips as she pressed her lips to the curve where your jaw met your neck, a shiver running down your spine as your breath hitched “There, right there, baby—fuck.” She bit down and sucked “There?” you tilted your head to give her more access “Mhm—shit, don’t fucking stop!”

She pulled off, a whine in protest leaving your lips, she began kissing down your body, from your neck to your collarbone, paying attention to your tits for a couple minutes before going to your waistband, stopping right below your pussy. “Can i?” Your legs were now rest on her shoulders, her beady eyes—so cute yet so filled with need and lust— looking up at you. “Please,” your voice cracked ever so slightly. She giggled.

She licked your slit at a speed that left you impatient, her eyes rolled back at the taste of your cunt, she hummed. You whined as you pushed her head into your center, she hissed, “Greedy, bitch” she spit on your pussy, two times to be exact, her warm spit dripped down your pussy, mixing with your slit. She dipped back in.

You ran her fingers through her jet black hair as your hips moved against her tongue, clit brushing her nose as she slurped and licked, vile noises leaving her lips. “Taste so fucking good, baby” you screamed her nap, she spit on your pussy again. Her tongue went from your clit, down to your slit, tongue going into your pussy to go back to pay attention to your clit again.

She slapped your thigh as inched you closer, using her nose at the same time, she ate you out as if you were her last meal, groans leaving her mouth at every taste of you, you were addicting and she couldn’t get enough.

She slapped your thigh, you yelped as she fucked you endlessly, “Baby, please don’t stop.” your eyebrows furrowed as you locked eyes with her, the sight making your pussy clench and grow even wetter, your slick dripping down her chin, coating her face. “You’re such a good girl, baby. My good girl, right?” she stuck her tongue on and licked you up, her heavy breaths making the scene even lewder “Your good girl, baby, only yours.” She spit again, your back arched and you jolted, throwing your head back, “Please!”

“Yeah? please what, slut.” she spit again, lapping you up aggressively before she landed a harsh slap on your pussy. “Cum—cum! Let me cum please!” you moaned with a guttural groan, voice cracking as it became hoarse, begging like your life depended on it, you needed release.

“Cum for me, whore.” she went deeper and rougher than before, your vision blurred as your eyes watered, coming undone for her, your body jolted; her tongue lapping up over and over as she tasted your sweet and tangy come, eyes rolling back and a heavy groan in pleasure leaving her mouth once she got to taste it.

“Gosh.”

She didn’t let you catch your breath, she dipped back in, sucking even harder than before, the tip of her nose practically in your pussy, nose bridge going up and down on your clit, she breathed heavily as she pulled you close. “Baby, i can’t- too much.” your legs—that were wrapped around her nape— began shaking uncontrollably, hands going to grip her black colored bedsheets “Yeah? too much, baby? Take it. Take it like the good fucking girl you are.” She stuck her tongue in deeper, tasting your juices as you finally came again.

And she dipped in again..

And again…

And again….

She pulled apart from your swollen cunt, a string of spit and slick attached from her lip to your pussy, her lips were a glistening in pussy; tinted from the amount of sucking she was doing.

She locked eyes with you, a kind of look that had need, a physical need, she wanted every single last bit of you, yet you were all worn out. You sat up, pouting your lips for a kiss, which was happily reciprocated.

She giggled against your lips, her hands slowly caressing your sides as you discreetly began laying her down on her back, your body resting on top of her now.

You kissed down her body, lifting her shirt up and kissing her abdomen, the muscles flexing at every sloppy kiss you left on her abs. “Good girl, baby.” Chaeyoung replied, her voice croaking with a husky tone. You kissed the waistband of her boxers, which had a soaking wet patch right in her center, her pussy aroused just by your moans. You kissed her through the fabric before taking the boxers off with your teeth.

“Eat it, baby, eat my pussy like the good girl you are.” she said with despair before you dipped in, lazily lapping her up, eyes closed as you played with the flesh on her thigh, her voice high pitched as she moaned and praised you non stop. Her moans were a symphony to you, your jaw sore as you lapped her up fast, “Needy fucking bitch.” she moaned as she humped your face, pushing your face towards her pussy, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

You stuck your fingers inside her pussy as you ate her out, humming in delight as you fucked her nonstop, she pulled your hair as she arched her back, cunt clenching on your fingers. “Close, baby, gonna cum on your tongue, whore. Take my fucking cum, bitch”

With a scream she came undone on your tongue, pulling you up to kiss you and taste herself on your lips.

“Gosh i can’t get enough of you.”

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Happy Kinktober, dears! 🎃👀

I've been wanting to write something with Pirate Captain Alcina again for awhile now and what better time than to kick off our favorite month! 😌 This fic takes place in the same universe as my other Captain Alcina fics and includes my OC Rynn Lancaster as Reader 👀 I do hope some of you will enjoy!

TW: Degradation

Word count: 3,200

The soft creak of weathered wood against leathered boots as you took a step onto the bow of the Bloody Maiden. It was long past the hours that your Captain and current lover usually came to lie next to you in your quarters, and you were more than certain you knew exactly where you’d find her. She had a usual spot - when solemn nights made the Captain’s mind begin to wander further than she’d like, frolicking through past memories of both good and bad. So, just as you'd done many times before, you followed the trail of slickened moonlight up the slightly rotted boards and headed towards the front of the ship. Finding Alcina’s ravened hair shimmering in the dark as if it were a sky of velvet.

Her face looked tired, pensive - though it still shined brighter than any gem within any bounty you could come across. You walked softly so as not to startle her, doing your best to not disrupt her mullings. In all honesty, though, you’d be content just to stand there - with the smell of the ocean breeze upon the wind and her beauty in your eyes - for the rest of the evening.

“You're not as quiet as you think, my dear.”

Her voice was light and playful as she spoke, but you could see the weight of the world in her eyes.

“Pshh.. Whaat? I'm as quiet as a mouse, my dear Captain.” You quipped back, bowing flamboyantly.

She chuckled in a way that made your heart warm over. “Are you now? Is that why I heard you the moment you ascended the stairs?”

You stuck out your tongue at her just slightly and walked over.

“I'd say that has more to do with your innate abilities as a Captain than my lack of skills.”

She caught your smirk and smirked in turn, turning slightly from her position at the hull.

“Mh.. perhaps.”

She gave you a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and turned them back to the ocean ahead, a soft melody upon her lips that was dipped in melancholy. The dark waves always a mirror of what life as a pirate was truly like. The ups and downs - the ebb and flow. Of course there were always good times to be had, but more often than not, a Captain’s life was a solitary life. Especially for someone like Alcina. And while you wished sometimes that she’d spend more time with the crew, you understood her need for boundaries. And you always respected them.

You walked a little closer to her and laid your arms across the wood of the railing, breathing in the fresh night air.

“What's on your mind, Cap’n?” You asked.

The soft touch of your fingers on hers brought a smile to her lips as she looked over at you.

“Have I ever mentioned that you know me entirely too well for my own liking, Rynn Lancaster?” She smirked.

“Nope.” You replied, shaking your head with fervor. “Never.”

She laughed and took your hand in hers, sighing.

“It would be true to say that both nothing and everything is currently on my mind, pet.”

“Ah, one of those nights.”

“Mh.” She hummed in thought, eyes trailing back to the shoreline.

“Would you care for a distraction then?”

Her eyes flickered back to you, looking almost metallic in the shift.

“Depends. What sort?” Alcina inquired.

“Hmmm.. Captain's choice.”

A glint of crimson in the moonlight as a shark-like grin curled across her lips.

“A rather dangerous choice.”

“I can take it.”

“Mmh, indeed you can.”

“I-” You felt your face heat up fiercely as you stammered and let out a breath. The feared pirate Captain only chuckled, her strong arm coming around your hips to pull you closer.

“You are rather cute when you fluster, dear.”

“Rude. I don't fluster, I just momentarily forget how to speak.”

“Mhm.. and that blush upon your cheeks?”

“Merely a side effect from the moonlight.”

“Ah.”

Alcina chuckled again and pulled you a little closer, her warmth quickly enveloping you. It was moments like these that always reminded you just how privileged you were to see this side of her. Alcina Dimitrescu, feared Captain of the Bloody Maiden and renowned Countess of the Seven Seas. There wasn't a pirate alive that hadn't at least heard of her. She was a legend - known for her innate intuition and expert pillaging. As well as her bloodthirst.

But you, you were gifted with a whole different side of her. A softer side. A side that very few had ever had the chance to witness. Save for her daughters, of course. And maybe Sal.

You looked over at her, her dark beauty brought alive by the nestling of stars behind her and the moonlight that shone so brightly. Her breath calm and calculated, causing a soft rise and fall to her .. very well endowed bosom. The crimson shirt that hugged her in the most exquisite ways was buttoned in a most perfect way - leaving very little to the imagination. She was wearing your favorite corset, a fact that made you hum out loud.

“Thoughts wandering, pet?”

“Hm? Me? I.. no. Of course, not. Never.”

Alcina turned again in your direction, her arm still wrapped firmly around your hips and she leaned back against the railing of the ship. The simple trailing of her fingers down her sternum made your face heat up even more.

“Hm.. pity.” She smirked, lips shimmering in the dark.

You swallowed again, this time turning to face her as well.

“So, uh.. about that distraction..?”

Alcina chuckled and shook her head. “Mhm.. just as I thought. Needy.”

“For you? Alwa-”

The pirate’s hand came abruptly around your throat and pulled you towards her - her lips suddenly pressed warmly against yours. A soft moan lost within the kiss as you melted into it. The grip on her neck was both firm and tender with the smallest amount of pressure on your windpipe.

You felt dizzy when she finally let you go, smiling in a way that you were sure was slightly embarrassing.

“Well, that was unfair…”

“Was it?”

You gave her a single nod and leaned in closer, pressing your body into hers. A raised eyebrow in your direction and a look that told you that you were obviously playing with fire.

But you didn't care.

Not in the least.

You could take it, after all.

“Captain's choice, hm?” She smirked.

“Yep. I am, as they say, at your service.” You replied with a wink.

She grabbed your throat again, making you whimper. A simple kiss upon your forehead before she forced you down onto your knees, your back against the railing.

“Very well.”

Alcina rose to her full height before you, casting you in the dark shadow, her large frame fully blocking out the moonlight. Her gaze luminous, playful, flickering with delight as she unsheathed her sword before her fingers came to undo her belt buckle. You swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of your surroundings.

“Ah.. Captain.. should we.. maybe take this back to our quarters?”

Alcina clicked her tongue as she continued to undress.

“Nonsense. The only person fool enough to come looking for me this late at night is you, my dear. Plus..” She replied with a smirk, dropping the last of her undergarments to the floor and rested one of her legs upon the height of the railing next to you - her exquisite folds glistening with want before you.

You licked your lips and let out a shaky breath. The headiness of her musk already floating upon the ocean air.

“I- .. y-yes.. ah.. you make a very good point, Captain. A very good point indeed.”

“Mhm.. now, get to work.”

Alcina’s large hand came to the back of your head as she pulled you into her. Moaning at the first taste you scooted yourself even closer and wrapped your arms around her thighs. Gods, she tasted divine - intoxicating. Like a cold ale after a particularly long haul - you just couldn't get enough. Not of her. Not of the way she tasted. Felt. Enveloped the entirety of your mouth as you drank her in.

She moaned each time you elongated your tongue into her - her back slightly arched, giving you more. The soft caresses through your hair quickly turning to subtle, rough tugs the higher you coaxed her. If your Captain were an instrument, you had learned exactly where to play her. Where to taste her. Where to keep your tongue playing over to an all too forgotten tune.

And you didn't stop when she began to buck her hips into you. Nor when she dug her nails into your scalp. You only licked harder. Sucked mercilessly. Holding her in place just firm enough to keep her exactly where you wanted her.

That was until her pleasure finally peaked and her desire poured warmly into your mouth - over your lips - giving you maybe a minute to drink in the rest of her before she had you by the throat again. She lifted you to your feet - your face slick with her desire. A swift look of her surroundings and the Captain gave you a smirk, hand falling from your throat.

“Turn around.”

“Ahm-”

“Do as I say.”

Shuddering at her firm command you quickly turned around.

“Hands on the railing.”

You placed your hands upon the weathered wood and waited. Patiently. Obediently. Knowing whatever Alcina had in mind would surely be worth it. And when your eyes caught her subtle, swift movement - large hands reaching towards the pile of rope next to her - you swallowed.

“Any objections?” She smirked, loosely holding the strand of woven twine in the moonlight.

“Objections? M-me? Never.” You scoffed, swaying your hips teasingly from side to side.

“Mhm.”

Her stride was one of an experienced hunter - purposeful, dangerous. Wearing nothing but a partially unbuttoned collared shirt over her corset and a sinful smirk as she walked back over to you. Her alabaster skin made a mockery of the silvered moon above. The ship around you slightly rocked and the ocean breeze blew through your gingered hair. With such experienced fingers Alcina had your wrists bound to the railing in a matter of minutes, the rope firm against your flesh.

“Comfortable?”

You smirked, choosing yet again to play with fire.

“The most feared Pirate of the Seven Seas, going out of there to make sure little ol’ me is comfy?”

You caught about a glimmer of crimson before Alcina's hands were on your hips. A swift tug to pull you into position before her fingers came to the hemline of your underwear ( luckily for you, you never slept in pants ).

“Seems it may be time for me to remind you just what that mouth of yours is best used for.”

“Hmm.. my poetry and humorous quips?”

“No.” She practically growled as she ripped the simple fabric from your body, her large frame leaning in - ravened curls tickling the side of your ear. “You moaning my name.”

“F-fuck.” You shuddered. You both loved and hated how easily she could turn you on. With a simple firm tone and a pull at your hips. You were already wet enough to feel the cool night air between your legs, the measure of your arousal prevalent.

“Spread your legs.” She half growled again, making you whimper. “Do it.”

You felt a hand come around your throat from the back and you immediately obeyed, spreading your legs wider for her.

“That's a good whore.”

Her words were sickly sweet, making your body hot all over. It was a deep heat that resonated from the top of your head and landed directly in your core. You cried out in earnest when you felt her palm make contact with your skin, striking your ass with a sting. Followed by a desperate moan falling from your lips and a gasp as she grabbed your hips again.

“Please…” You whimpered.

“Please, what?”

It was clear by the smug look on Alcina's face that she was enjoying this. You, needy. Already desperate and pleading for her.

“Please, fuck me. Fuck.”

The pirate snorted, fingers gently tracing the outskirts of your core. “With that mouth?”

“You can do anything you want with this mouth, just fuck me.”

You were about the smirk in her direction when another strike landed across your backside, bringing an immediate heat to your cheeks. You whimpered, quite pathetically, and begged again.

“Please.”

With her other hand still firm around your throat you felt her enter you - one finger at first and then another, slowly stretching you out. Your hands bound in such a way that it left you completely at her mercy - entirely helpless.

Exactly how she wanted you.

“M-more. Please.”

She slid her fingers from your core and then drove them back in again, forcing you to bite your lip.

“Patience.”

The pirate paid no mind to your needy pleas, or how you squirmed against her. Her fingers both filling you and leaving you wanting more with each thrust. With each curl of her fingers there was only one thing you wanted. Needed.

“More.” You tried again.

Though, even as she picked up her speed it still wasn't enough. You feared it would never be enough. You yearned to be completely filled by her in every way. How you wished in that moment to be back in your quarters, with your chest of toys nearby and at your disposal. You whimpered as she continued to tease you. Her slow and languid thrusts only making you all the more needy, while your core ached for more.

“Please.” You begged again without shame, forcing your hips back into her.

“Impatient wench.” She hissed, the hand around your throat growing tighter. You swallowed against her palm and whimpered.

“Please, Mistress.”

You felt her fingers flinch inside of you before they slid out. A single second of aching emptiness before she rammed them back into you, finally adding another. The stretch was exquisite, delicious. A perfect mesh of pleasure and pain that sent an all encompassing heat across your body. Fuck, you felt so good. So full. Your core throbbing around the width of her.

“Ah- .. th-thank you, Mistress.”

She growled at the term, curling her fingers deep inside you once again. Your entire self was in her grasp. Wrists bound, hand around your neck. Her large frame caging you in as she held you in place. Each thrust followed immediately by another. Slow and deep. Fast and hard. Shifting each time she felt your pleasure start to peak, with your moans growing louder and a tremble across your legs. The cool ocean air blew against your fevered flesh, making you shiver all the same.

“Please. Let me cu-”

“You'll come when I say so, pet.”

She placed a tender kiss to the back of your neck and slowed her pace even more, her fingers curling deep within you. Your legs began to shake with need, each thrust matched with an equally needy whimper. You were soaked - dripping - your arousal coating her fingers and the inside of your inner thighs. You may have pleaded again, or it may have just been another whimper, your mind was too fogged over to tell. You did your best to slam your hips back into her and this time she didn't stop you. Instead her fingers came to tighten around your neck again as she abruptly picked up her speed.

“F-fuck.”

Your pleasure swiftly built, heating up your whole body. A prickling heat that crept across you like the mist upon an open sea. It was unhindered - unbearable, even - with your hips jerking and bucking back into her.

“F-fuck.. please. Please let me come.” You whined, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes.

Alcina chuckled, pulling your neck back just far enough to make eye contact with you.

“Come, then. Now.”

With that, she drove her fingers into you with unrelenting speed and you screamed out right. A violent shake across your body as it immediately, and without question, obeyed. The world around you blacked out by pleasure, replacing the Bloody Maiden with fireworks and the feeling of absolute bliss. You felt every part of you convulse as your orgasm ripped through you, body still held in place by Alcina's strong grip. Your breath quickened against the palm of her hand, flesh damp against her skin. Subtle shudders meeting each pump of her fingers as you rode out your high.

For a moment you couldn't move. Not even when she slowly removed her fingers from your core and brought them to your lips.

“Clean them.”

And you did, eagerly - even if half conscious with your legs trembling. Your tongue swirled around her fingers at your taste. And Alcina hummed, content, once you’d finished and placed a soft kiss to your temple before freeing your wrists from the railing.

“Think you can you walk?” She asked, looking over your wrists for any signs of of rope burns. And even with the smug tone to her voice, you knew she was genuinely asking.

“Nope. Pretty sure.. I'll never walk again. You’ll just have to.. carry me from here on out.” You joked between breaths, making the pirate chuckle.

*Mmh.. we’ll see. Take a moment and rest before trying.”

Alcina left you to breathe while she dressed. Her fair skin, dampened with sweat, luminous in the bright moonlight - the moon now high, stood directly above you. If you'd had a little more mental clarity, you'd have opened your mouth and told her how devastatingly beautiful she was, but the best you could do was hold yourself up and wait for your legs to stop shaking.

Which, eventually, they did.

“Well? Think you can make it?”

You chuckled as you straightened your back, finally rising to your full height. Your nightshirt was more than a bit disheveled and your underwear now a mere memory as it lay tattered on the floor.

“Hm. Think so. Probably.”

You took a step and immediately wobbled, making Alcina snort.

“Hardly, pet. Remain still.”

You waited where you stood, with a warm blush across your cheeks that only deepened when your Captain took you into her arms and lifted you with ease.

“Heh.. thanks.”

A tiny smile upon her lips as she looked down at you.

“It is the least I can do, no? Consider I'm the one who left you in such a state.”

“I mean.. true.. but still, thank you.”

You looked up at her a bit sheepishly and she hummed, holding you a little closer.

“Did it help?” You asked, drowsy.

“What, dear?”

“The.. distraction..”

She laughed warmly. “Mh.. very much. Now rest.”

You nodded and curled into her bosom. Her warmth and steady breathing was all you needed to feel safe in the world. As your eyes grew heavier with each step, your mind began to fog again. Though, before it fully drifted off you couldn't help but have one final thought: which of the crew would be the first to find your discarded underwear left in pieces on the deck.

[fqiryspit]

toji trying to be more boyfriend material and failing

toji 100% gonna stare you down while you hop around the bathroom, kitty ears pushing his hair back as you grab random jars and place them next to him. apparently, he isn't being too boyfriend-like recently so he thought him asking you to do your skincare on him would make you feel like more his girlfriend and not...ahem...a "fuck-doll" pshh, he knew you liked him treating you like a fuck-doll- but that's beside the point, he's doing something nice letting you smear sticky liquids on his face is a small price to pay....*I wish this was ur cum* he's already fucking up, thinking about how he could have you bent over the counter, mewling like kitty in heat as he fucks you good :( "t-toji!" soon enough he has you just like that, skin glowing as he slams his cock into your creamy pussy "y-you promised!" "'m sorry baby, but you look too fuckin' cute" he groans into your neck as he once again, fails to keep his promise.

[aardvaark]

i was thinking about how i wished leverage had a birthday episode for some of the characters cause that would be sweet, but then i realised something and basically…. okay here’s my thoughts in quotes form, just for fun

hardison: so when’s your birthday? i could plan something for us and the team to do and-

parker: i dont know

hardison: you don’t know… your own birthday?

parker: no, how would i know? pshh, cmon, you’re telling me you remember EXACTLY when you were born? watch this - hey, eliot, do you know your exact birth date?

eliot, innocently passing by, who was canonically anonymously dropped off at a hospital as an infant: no, how would i know?

parker: that’s what i said!

hardison: excuse me?? what is going on right now

sophie, walking into the apartment: whats wrong?

hardison: parker and eliot- well, okay, when’s your birthday? i just have to prove something.

sophie: …….july 12th

hardison: why did you pause? wait, is that your birthday or sophie devereaux’s birthday?

sophie: ………… (guilty silence)

parker: see, no one knows their real birthday! haha you’re so weird sometimes, hardison

hardison:

hardison: what the fuck guys

[heauxvibez]

Good Girl..

Warning: A sprinkle of smut (18+)

Lying sprawled on the bed, her body draped over the soft cotton sheets, Yasmine nestled into the comfort of his oversized t-shirt. A subtle smile played on her lips as her iPhone buzzed in her hands, each vibration sending a ripple of excitement through her. It felt as if Joe's presence was right there with her, despite the miles that separated them.

Being on the road meant constant communication between them, whether through texts, Facetime, or phone calls. Though she missed him dearly, she appreciated the space that his road trips afforded them. She believes that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and every time they reunited, they cherished every moment together, knowing they'd soon have to part again.

Joe: So, what's on the agenda for tonight?

Yasmine: Hmm, not entirely sure yet. Probably just gonna whip up some popcorn, binge-watch a few episodes of Martin, and call it a night.

Joe: Sounds like a plan. Wish I could be there. As much as I appreciate the road, being home with you sounds way better. I miss you 😞

A blush crept across Yasmine's cheeks at Joe's heartfelt message. It never failed to amaze her how he could evoke such tender emotions with just a few words, even from a distance.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she typed out her response.

Yasmine: Pshh, quit playing Mr. Reigns. Traveling across the country sounds way more exciting than popcorn and tv 😒

Joe: Trust me, being at home with you, feeling your warmth, and hearing your laughter is all I crave right now.

Yasmine's heart fluttered at his words, her pulse quickening with every beat.

Joe: And if I were home, I'd have you in my arms..making you scream my name all night long...

Her breath hitched as she read Joe's message, her imagination running wild with the vivid imagery he painted.

Joe: I can't wait to have you all to myself again, baby girl. Just the thought of you drives me crazy.

Her face burned hotter. She swallowed hard, watching three dots appear on the screen, indicating he was typing again. The dots vanished, replaced by another message. She wasn't prepared for the words that lit up the screen.

God, you have no idea how badly I want you.

She shifted, rubbing her thighs together as she continued to read his message.

I swear, when I get home, I'm tying you to the bed, and you'll cum so many times you'll lose count, baby girl. I promise.

She immediately flipped her phone face down, locking it.

Believe it or not, she had never received such a text from Joe before, so she was taken aback when she read it. It certainly had her worked up, and those words were enough to have her swooning.

It had been ages since they'd been intimate. With his focus on work, there was little time for sex, and she found it cruel of him to send a text like that given their circumstances.

Thoughts of him being there with her, touching her, flooded her mind. It didn't take long before she found herself on her back. With just his t-shirt on, it was easy access for her to slip her hands into her panties. This was the only way she could find pleasure right now, so why not indulge?

Her phone vibrated not once, but twice, and she groaned in frustration as she read the texts.

Don't you dare touch yourself, baby girl. You better wait until I get home.

Buzz

I will tease you until you're in tears. I won't let you cum for hours.

Three more dots appeared as she whimpered at the text.

And don't forget, I still have those cameras installed, so don't test me.

Her hand moved away from where she desired to be touched the most. She needed release, desperately. She groaned, tossing her phone onto the bed and throwing her head back on the pillow.

Her phone vibrated one last time. Buzz.

Good girl.

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Tags: @harmshake @southerngirl41 @spritelucozade @empressdede @alichesmi

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

TW: NSFW, dubcon if you squint

You are laying in bed, not sleeping, feeling sorry for yourself when your phone rings on your bedside table. You don’t recognize the number, so you answer with a cautious, “Hello?” 

“Hi, pretty girl.”

You pause a long beat, and not because you don’t recognize the voice on the other end. “How the ever-loving fuck did you get this number?”

It’s Officer Tom Ludlow, of course. Just what you need, on this night from Hell.

“I’m a detective, remember?” You can just hear the self-satisfied smirk, and he’s lucky he’s not standing in front of you, because tonight you just might have slapped him.

You use your moderately adequate brain for some deductive reasoning of your own, and realize, “You took my number from Julian’s phone. After you assaulted him.”

On the other end he lets out a long whistle. “Baby, that’s such a strong word.”

“Do not call me baby.”

“Alright. Sweetheart.”

“God, you are such a fucking caveman.”

“Thank you.”

You sigh, too fucking tired for this shit. Your heart feels like a chewed up piece of gum, and your lady parts are pulsing angrily at you for ruining their evening earlier.

They like the sound of Tom’s deep voice in your ear, and that is so not good.

“You okay?”

The question actually takes you aback, because the smarmy shit-eating tone is gone, and he sounds…serious?

“I guess. Why?”

“That doesn’t sound okay.”

“Why do you think it’s any of your goddamned business?”

“I told you. If Dr. Bitch hurts you, it is my business.”

“He didn’t hurt me,” you grumble. In fact, he didn’t really do much of anything to you. Now that more time has passed, the more annoyed you are about that.

Fuck if Detective Ludlow doesn’t seem to hear that in your voice too. “Ohhhh. Sounds like the Good Doctor didn’t hit anything?” 

“Oh my god. I hate you. Do you know that?”

He gives a low chuckle that absolutely goes straight to your deprived pussy, and you squirm a little in bed, so grateful he can’t see you.

“You wish you hated me.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Don’t hang up, pretty girl. Tell me what you’re wearing.” His voice dips low, and smooth as velvet.

Every hair on your body lifts in response to this, your nipples pebbling into painful points. Bastard.

“A parka.”

“Pshh. You sleep in a parka? Come on, baby.” How effective that soft, coaxing tone is at dissolving your inhibitions is alarming. You can almost see yourself, as though standing at the edge of a great abyss. If you jump…there will be no going back. 

“Fine. I’ll use my own imagination. I think you’re wearing…a cute little lacy negligee that just floats on your luscious curves…”

Well, you guess you’re getting a picture of what he likes.

“Jesus Christ. I’m wearing a tank top, you pervert,” you grouse, trying to shatter his fantasy. Nevermind the fact that you are now soaking wet, again.

“Nice. No panties?”

“I am wearing panties.”

“You aren’t going to need ‘em. Do you know what I’d do to you, after dinner, my beautiful nurse?”

“Gee, I bet you’re going to fucking tell me.”

“Oh come on. We’re having fun.”

“You are having fun.”

“But you’re still listening.”

Well, he has you there, the smug sonofabitch.

“Maybe.”

He chuckles at the other end of the line, a low sound that makes you clench with need.

“You’ve got to answer a question for me first.”

“What?”

“You’ve got to dip into that sweet little pussy for me, and tell me how wet you are on the scale from one to ten.” 

You should rip him a new one for this. Or just hang up. Why can’t you just hit the button and end this nonsense? But then…you’d be alone. Your real-time reaction is less dignified, but maybe more honest. 

You laugh.

It starts as a giggle, then crescendos into an all out guffaw. “Tom…you are a nut.”

You can hear the smile in his voice as he answers, and goddamn if you don’t actually start to feel better. “Oh come on baby, don’t hold out on me. I’ve got a solid ten inches in my hand for you here.”

This makes you laugh even harder. “Ten inches?!”

“Ok. Maybe nine and a half.” 

You giggle, and you can’t stop. “I don’t know if I can handle all that, Officer Ludlow.”

You don’t know how his voice lowers even more, as he says, “Oh, I know you can take it. Don’t worry, I’ll ease it in nice and slow.”

Suddenly the bubbles of laughter in your gut go flat, replaced with an aching heat that sears your insides, your clit throbbing in response to his dirty mouth. It’s possible a kittenish little sound squeaks from the back of your throat.

You really don’t know where you get the courage to ask softly, “Yeah? Then what?”

“Then I would kiss all over those pretty, soft titties. I want those perfect nips in my mouth.”

You know you make a sound then, and he surely hears it. “Will you check them for me? Lick your fingers and give them a pinch.”

“You are ridiculous.” It comes out small, and breathy, and it doesn’t really sound like an insult at all. So what, if you do as he tells you? And so fucking what, if imaging it’s his hands on you makes you feverish with desire, a spear of longing throbbing in your cunt.

He doesn’t answer you right away, which means he’s busy with something else. Maybe Tom is just as pent up as you are from all this edging the two of you have been putting each other through. 

“Are you.. are you really?” You ask, hating how your voice exposes the fact that you’re not only pinching your nipples, but borderline feeling yourself up at the sound of his hiking breath. 

“Yeah, honey, I am.”

“Oh,” you say, because it’s the only thing you can think of. Your cunt is screaming below about how she wants to talk to Tom Ludlow because you’re doing a shit job at it. 

“Ah, fuck. Are you doing what I told you?” 

“No.”

“Good. Lick your fingers again, circle those pretty nipples for me. Close your eyes and imagine it’s my tongue. Fuck, I wanna suck on your tits so bad.” 

He doesn’t have to know that you’re following orders. That you’re grinding on the bunched blanket between your legs while you imagine his big, rude hands playing with your tits instead of your own.

“You listening to me, beautiful girl?”

“Yeah. Don’t get a big head about it.” 

“Good job. And too late.” 

“I do hate you, you know. I’m serious.” It has no real venom; in fact, it sounds more like a term of endearment at this point. 

He laughs. “C’mon, tell me how soaked she is.”

She’s flooded, is the answer. She’s dampening the pressed comforter, she’s throbbing and screaming and crying and pulsing to the tempo of his black coffee voice. 

You’re not much for vocals when you get off. You have neighbors that already have to hear about your dreams, and the act itself seems like more business than pleasure sometimes. When you were younger, you shared a room with your two sisters, so you learned to be quiet and discreet about rubbing your pussy. That all flies out the window when you sink two fingers into your sopping cunt at Tom’s direction. 

“10,” you hiss, straining to hit your gspot. Maybe you really do need to invest in one of those toys Sheila is always elbowing you about.

“Oh, poor baby.” Your walls flutter violently at his mocking tone. 

“I thought you were going to tell me what you would do to me after dinner?” Maybe you’re desperate, or just stupid. It doesn’t really matter when all you want is to orgasm on Tom’s voice.

“Thought I was? Didn’t I tell you about how I’m gonna dip into that sweet wet pussy, and play with your little clit with my thumb while I fuck you with this big cock? How do you like it, honey? Slow and deep? Fast and hard?”

You make a strangled little sound–because your fingers are just not enough, and it hurts. It hurts that he’s not here with you, filling you up, holding you down with those calloused hands and that filthy, insatiable, mouth.

“What was that?” 

His voice is strained, and you think you’re not the only one in pain here.

“Slow,” you answer. “At first.” Why exactly are you handing him this ammunition? How stupid, how dangerous, to offer up the keys to your undoing? You know he will only use this information against you.

“Mmm.” His breathing is labored, and the thought of him with his cock out, stroking himself to this dirty talk is almost too much to stand. Julian had you trussed and at his mercy right in front of him, but couldn’t keep it up. All Tom Ludlow needs is the sound of your voice. After the night you’ve had, that alone is nearly enough to make you cum.

“But then I like it deep,” you pant. “You think you got what it takes?”

“Baby, I’ve got everything you need.”

You are trying to be as quiet as you can, while you abuse your clit with your two middle fingers, practically holding your breath, getting high on the oxygen deprivation. You’re too quiet, you suppose.

“Don’t be shy, beautiful. Gotta let me hear it when you cum for me.”

“Or what?” you grouse. “Maybe I’m just…mixing pancake batter.” 

His laughter is strained, and you just know he’s close. “Or you’ll regret it, sweet girl. When I finally get these hands on you? Mmm I’ll make you pay. I’ll make you cum without mercy.” 

Again, you can’t help but compare the versions of punishment to the men in your life. Julian wants to hurt you. Tom just wants to make you cum.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah? You there, baby?”

You try to just breathe through your nose, to not give him the satisfaction–but you fail spectacularly.

“Y/n?” He calls, singing your name and making it sound so pretty and good and special. 

“Y-yeah?”

“You coming with me? I’m waiting for you.”

You’re right there, dangling over that sweet, slippery precipice that you can usually ease yourself over carefully. Tom gives you a little shove, and you’re plummeting. 

“That’s my girl.” He doesn’t sound much better off than you while you sob from the unexpected, haywire orgasm. 

It takes a long minute for you to come back to earth, come back to breathless Tom who isn’t saying anything for once in his life. 

That pleasant, floaty post coital bliss gets stained with shame when the clarity of who you just mutually masturbated with hits you. 

He talks first, what a surprise. “Do you feel better?”

“No.” But then, “a little bit.”

“At least one of us does.” You hear him shuffling around on the other end, maybe opening a fridge. It makes you smile to think of him jerking off at his kitchen table. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Why in God’s name are you still entertaining this conversation? You both got what you wanted, and if you stay here too long listening to his voice you’re going to be right back where you started—ready for round two. 

“I won’t feel better until you’re mine.” He sounds humorless, which worries you in itself even without the possessive words added. “C’mon, sweet nurse, aren’t you supposed to help me feel better?”  

“I don’t belong to anyone, Tom. I never will.”

“Oh? Bullshit.” 

“I’m hanging up.” 

Almost as if he knows you’re full of it, or maybe he just doesn’t care about talking into an empty phone line, he continues. “You’re telling me you’ve never wanted a man to take care of you? Protect you, defend you, fuck anyone up who even thinks to raise a hand or word against you?”

Honestly? That’s all you’ve ever wanted, although you’ll take that admittance to your grave. After a lifetime of taking care of other people, having someone to do that for you in return sounds like a castle in the sky. But, the thing about castles in skies? They’re imaginary. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Let me guess, you’d do all that and more?” Maybe the venomous sarcasm is a little too mean. 

He sighs as if you’re the one assaulting his date, stealing his number, and then calling to harass and annoy him. “Okay, tough girl. Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“No you won’t.” 

“Mm. Night, beautiful.” 

You wait for him to hang up. He doesn’t. You don’t, either. You feel his grin blossoming through the white noise of the line, listen to him rustle about, hear bottles clinking, water running, fabric swishing. Your eyes get heavy to the sounds of his nightly routine, lashes threatening to touch cheek. 

His voice is void of its usual gruff when it permeates the pleasant, strange, foggy land between awake and unconscious. “Baby?”

“Mm, yeah?” You try to make your mouth move properly, but the words come jumbled and slurred, weighted with exhaustion. 

“Sweet dreams.” 

[masakuterarr]

HxH : BLOG AU

So, as I said before ( I think I did) @monosanimegenericzone and I are working on a Blog AU for the PT (it was originally for uvo but pshh) and they now have their own mascot and merch! :D Say hello to Spdr, their spider mascot. Pls do not question the name, it's a long story, thank you.

We got a plushie in ALL sizes, keychains and slippers! The special thing here is that you can buy seperate number patches for the hoodie, mug and the headphones so you can choose whatever number you like most! (i wish this was irl merch but it only fiction :( )

they love their merch btw Size comparison for the biggest plushie size (for the americans, Shal is big af)

This AU is my everything and it's eating me alive 🙇🤍

[tommydarlings]

'till death do us apart | a.b

pairing: husband!austin x wife!reader

warnings: none

check this out: my masterlist <3 // my ko-fi to support me! <3 // my PayPal to support me! <3 // my Patreon to became a member! <3 (get access to +20 works) // Save a Life carrd made by me! <3

austinbutler

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austinbutler gave you my hand, my heart and finally my last name ❤️ I love you 'till death do us apart y/n butler, that’s what I’ll promised you in church and what I’ll promise you now. ❤️❤️

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y/n_butler ❤️❤️❤️

carterjenkins congrats man! 🎉

austinbutler thanks cj!

ashleytisdale BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!! thank you for letting me be a part of that wonderful day!! 🥹

bazzzzyluuuuhrman344 I AM OBSESSED WITH THESE PICTURES OH MY GOD-

lizzycazzy The things I would have done so I could have been at their wedding 😭

bradypeoq @lizzycazzy SAME 😭😭

ashleytisdale

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ashleytisdale I can’t tell you in words how thankful I am to know you and be able to call you my best friend! 💕 wish you and austin the best, you two truly deserve it! 🥹💖

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y/n_butler You’re gonna make me cry ash!! 😭 thank you so much for standing by my side during that special day 🥹💛 love you to bits 🫶🤍🤍

austinbutler love the picture 🤍

sassylydia00 ASHLEY AND Y/N's FRIENDSHIP IS SO SWEET 😭🫶

ashleytisdalefan19 @sassylydia00 FR, BEST FRIENDSHIP IN HOLLYWOOD!! 😭😭💖💖

y/n_butler

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y/n_butler finally able to change my last name on here! 🤭😆 so thankful for all these girls staying by my side during this utterly beautiful day! 🥹🤎 you were the best!!!

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ashleytisdale 💕🥹🫶 butler suits you better honey!! 🤭

zendaya thank you so much for inviting me and Tom and ashley is right!, butler definitely does suit you better! 😆🤍🤍

sydney_sweeney still in total awe with your dress, Mrs. Butler!! 😭🫶 (as you can see in the third picture…) 😅🤭

tomholland2013 hopefully you and austin will be invited to z's and mine wedding soon!! 😌

zendaya @tomholland2013 did you just ask me to marry you over the comment section of y/n_butler's beautiful Instagram post about her wedding?

y/n_butler I hope he didn’t…

austinbutler @y/n_butler me too, to be honest, Listen @tomholland2013 don’t do that man…

Dallaskoosa WILL THERE BE A ZENDAYA HOLLAND SOON?!?!?!

tinalovvi IMAGINE TOM AND ZENDAYA MARYING AND AUSTIN AND Y/N BUTLER GET INVITED AND WE GET FEED WITH HOLLAND AND BUTLER WEDDING CONTENT!!! 😭🥹😭

harryholland not my brother being in his spoiling era again 🤦🏻‍♂️

lifeisaloha my mate is not only spoiling movies, I see… 🤨🙄

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bazluhrmann what an experience to see my boy getting married to the love of his life! 🥹🥹 never seen you happier, aus!! 💙 you two deserve all the love you get 🤍🤍🤍

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austinbutler love you, baz 💙🤍

y/n_butler best dancer on the dancefloor 😆🤎

austinbutler @y/n_butler excuse me? I thought that I was the best dancer, sweetheart???

y/n_butler don’t take it personal Mr.Butler…

austinbutler But I actually do Mrs. Butler…

bazluhrmann Shushh, lovebirds. We don’t want y/n to have to take her old last name back, right austin?

austinbutler never, I’m never gonna let her go and let her change her last name, not in a million years.

jellyfish556 AWWWWW 😭😭

sarahmiller SCREAMING-

butler!news

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butler!news Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s official! We got a new Butler in the house!! Big congrats to Austin and Y/n Butler to finally throwing the wedding of a lifetime and sharing some of their most beautiful and special moments with us!! 🤩 pshh 🤫 you can find more pictures and videos of their wild and lovely wedding if you click on the first link on our profile! 😆😆 and for now, please enjoy how Austin butler is looking with a wide and stunning smile at his gorgeous new wife y/n butler! 😍🥰

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elvisfan4ever LOVE HOW HE'S SMILING AT HER 😭😭🫶🫶

y/nbutlerfan44 you see how happy he is, I think I’ve never seen him smiling that widely :‚)

hannah-spenn prettiest Hollywood couple imo 🤭🥰

austin_elvis1999 If they should get a child one day, then it'll be the most beautiful kid in the entire world, that’s for sure

elvisfan4ever @austin_elvis1999 Imagine being able to say that you're parents are y/n and austin butler 😭🥹

y/nbutlerfan44 @elvisfan4ever OMG, RIGHT-

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[blakbonnet]

AUTHOR OF THE WEEK: @adhduck

Please give it up for the nicest and one of the most creative writers in this fandom: Duck! I'm just such a fan because not only does Duck manage to write the softest, gentlest, loveliest Ed and Stede (both together and apart), their fics somehow perpetually keep me looking like 🥹 all the time ough. And they were very very nice about sharing their writing process with me:

What's your writing process like? Do you start with the beginning or the end? Do you write in order or as the scenes come to you?

Mostly it’s the Taika “look at a document for 8 hours and then close the document,” honestly. I’m a very slow writer and lose motivation very easily, so I mostly get by on the muse’s fire hydrant and forcing myself to write those fifty words even when every single one feels so bad.

I go moooostly beginning to end because even though I’m generally an outliner, I always end up with little details that will affect later scenes and I don’t wanna lose continuity or have to rewrite a bunch. However, I do definitely let myself do a [finish this scene later] and move on to the next scene because otherwise I will get really fucking stuck, and sometimes I’ll write a line or a paragraph I thought of that sounds really good and tuck it away for a later scene.

Favourite trope or headcanon you like to explore while writing?

Ooooooooh, I don’t know if this is a trope but there’s just nothing I love more than huge feelings contained in mundane stories, of feelings so big you can’t actually express them and so they’re this constant hum throughout the story. I also love writing about touch for both of them, how Ed gives casual touch to hide the deep well of desire for intimate touch, how Stede is so unused to touch and craves it so deeply. (Can you tell I just really like subtle yet overwhelming emotions? Maybe it’s the aroace in me idk but that shit hits HARD.) Oh, and I love a fuckin’ allegory or object to discuss all those big feelings, whether it’s monsters or gardening or peaches or what the fuck ever (I have used all of these lol).

Whose voice is easier to write - Ed or Stede? Why?

I think Ed’s voice comes to me faster because the way I personally speak is closer to Ed’s voice, but it also means I’m sometimes double-checking myself to make sure I’m still deep in his voice, not my-voice-but-Ed. Stede isn’t necessarily harder for me, I’m just doing all that double-checking to make sure I’m not slipping into Ed voice or, god forbid, Aziraphale-lite voice. So, idk! I love writing them both, the little details of each of their inner dialogues are SO important to me (Ed’s tangents and his pshh-I-don’t-care moments, Stede actively avoiding thinking about things he doesn’t want to face, etc etc etc).

Your personal favourite thing you've written that you'd like more people to read

For the longest time it was There is Love That Doesn’t Have a Place to Rest, mostly because it was posted the day before another fic and, while I find them to be siblings and equal quality,  the other one got way more attention. That fic is about the time between signing the Act of Grace and getting to the academy and I think I really nailed where the two of them are at.

However! (And I know this is cheating okay shh.) Nowadays the one that I wish people read the most is Not Only the Sugar, But the Days. It’s the sequel to my “offscreen 30 year slowburn friends to lovers finally get together” fic and I put my whole fucking heart into it, honestly. The two boys basically go on a bunch of dates to live out the teenage experiences they never got together and work through the biggest feelings and I just! Really want people to see it! (It also can be read as a standalone, which I didn’t advertise super well lol.)

What is the one word that you think you use a lot?

Unfortunately it’s probably “just” or “a little” or filler words like that. Also obviously if the word fuck counts then, yeah, that. Maybe warm? Or something about yearning??? If I have a classic word please tell me I’m fascinated by this idea.

Do you have a beta reader? Have they made you a better writer?

The person who beta’s for basically all my fics is Owen @trans-top-stede and they are sooooo fucking helpful and incredible. So good at catching all the little things I miss, making sex scenes make sense, reminding me positioning in general is a thing, cheerleading me on, etc etc etc. My fics are so much better for their help.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

I challenge AGSZC to walk on heels

• Zack: He straps the stilettos on, goes "Pshh, how hard can it be?", takes his first step and violently face-plants on the floor. Cut to twenty minutes later when he gets the hang of it and is using his new height to reach for the cookies Angeal hides on the top shelf in the break room.

• Genesis: He's seen flawlessly walking around like it's no big deal, as if he's done this a thousand times before—spoiler: he has.

Genesis: Nothing can knock me down. I am the epitome of grace. You all wish you could have my balance and finesse.

*Sephiroth kicks him in the back of the knee and Genesis falls immediately*

• Cloud: Also somehow walking seemlessly in heels. When asked how he's doing it so naturally, Cloud refuses to answer. He's very happy about finally being taller than Zack.

Zack: Good for you, Spike! What're you gonna do now that you're taller than me?

*Cloud produces a leash out of nowhere*

Zack:

• Angeal: He can take a total of two steps before his leg bends in a weird way and he's on the ground. The guys take advantage of this and pull out the forbidden Monopoly board and begin to play while he struggles to get up from the ground—note: Monopoly was banned after the last game ended in Zack crying, Sephiroth and Genesis trying to kill each other and Cloud choked on a game token.

• Sephiroth: He's like a newborn deer, walking but wobbling. He's extremely focused on not tripping and learns how to properly walk within the hour.

Sephiroth: Hm. It appears I've gotten the hang of this. It's not so hard when you—*loud crash of Sephiroth slamming his forehead onto the doorway and falling because he forgot he's over 7 feet tall in heels*

[yandecifi]

What It Means to Be Made of Stardust

☆ chapter three

⋆ masterlist

⋆ cw: child abuse, sa, mental illness

hawks/reader, psychological, wip longfic

During your internship days, your absolute favorite shift was the full night shift. Everyone thought you were crazy. Why would you ruin yourself like that, multiple times a week? Sure, Hawks could do it, but an intern like you was only able to scrape by thanks to your youth and caffeine. You still feel the effects to this day, to be honest.

It wasn’t just a crisp nighttime walk, either. Hawks would take off into the sky and leave you, along with Tokoyami (he came once a week while you came twice), to catch up. You didn’t even know where he was the majority of the time, your only hint being the occasional shadow or unusual gust of wind.

But you couldn’t stop. The shotgunning of Red Bull beforehand, the exhilaration of the chase (despite its frustration and, often, salty rage); most of all, the morning after. The morning was what made it so, so worth it, because they were the only times you had alone with Hawks.

He’d take you to the closest twenty-four-hour corner store and buy breakfast, which typically included two prepackaged pork buns and two red bean buns, split evenly between the two of you. Hawks would then buy either hot or canned coffee, depending on the store, and you’d buy your new favorite energy drink.

“I’ve turned you into some kinda Red Bull fiend, huh?”

Hawks is sitting next to you on the curb, just outside of the corner store. He’s got a pork bun in hand, canned coffee placed next to his feet. You’re laying down next to him, holding your pork bun close to your face. You take slow, small bites. Three Red Bulls sit next to your hip.

Hawks is staring down at you with a mischievous grin. You nearly choke with the realization he’s caught you staring; your hand comes up to cover your mouth as you giggle. He licks some stray filling off of his lip. The sky is pink, the world the same color. Around him, packaged food and concrete becomes a thousand times more beautiful.

You sigh, give him a playful smile of your own. “What, feeling guilty?”

Hawks’ hair is curling into his face and you wish you could kiss it. “Pshh.” His wings reposition themselves.

All you can think about are his eyes. Hawks’ eyes are hurting, sweetly, like honey.

You bump his knee with yours. “I just get so happy when I drink them.”

“You’re happy all the time, though.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, stare at your knees. You can’t look at him for too long; it makes you feel a completeness you can’t bear. You rub your cheeks. It’s like there are fireworks going off in there. 

“I guess I am.”

The ceiling is beige, an old, browning shade of it. 

There’s a bottle of apple juice and two small, plastic-wrapped biscuits on the table next to you. The rest of the room is blocked by white curtains. A tube is going down your nose. There’s the faint sound of traffic.

You’ve woken up in a hospital once before. It was darker then, late at night instead of the early morning it seems to be now; you were at your father’s bedside. He hadn’t woken up since you’d found him on the couch, vomit down his shirt and up his nose. He stayed limp no matter how much you shook him. Your mother couldn’t help, and neither could the paramedics, who wheeled him out on a gurney.

As your mother drove the two of you to the hospital, you looked out the window and watched the city. There were office buildings, restaurants, and cafes. There were people; young, old, those who walked with purpose and those who didn’t. Other people, real people, normal people. You were seven, you were no Plato, but you watched all those people fly by and began to understand what it was that made them, the normal people, feel so, so far away: those people didn’t wake up to the wretched stench of throw up. Those people didn’t live in apartments furnished with cardboard boxes and garbage. They walked with glossy pumps and spent their mornings eating croissants. You didn’t. That’s what life was supposed to be, and yet you couldn’t imagine yours being any different.

You were certain he was dead. It was something instinctual, surely, because you saw his body and just knew. The new weight that he carried, the sweat, and most of all, the utter stillness you had never seen in him, the way his bombastic presence had somehow vanished into the couch cushions. When the paramedics came you wanted to tell them that he was gone, they didn’t have to check, but you couldn’t speak. You kept randomly smelling vomit for several weeks after that, kept covering your nose and mouth in class.

To your surprise, your father was both alive and conscious when you woke up. He was laying in his hospital bed, his hands cupping his face. He was crying. You had never seen him cry. His sobs were so unnatural, so foreign and childlike. You clambered onto his bed and let him cling to you, let him cry and pet your hair. As for you, you acted like you had the entire time; you didn’t cry, didn’t say a word, and instead fell away from your skin and the world.

All that was left was this constant, vapid mixture of emotion that was too difficult for a seven-year-old to articulate. Even now, staring at the ceiling and touching the tube taped to your face, you can’t identify it. The gnawing? The emptiness? It sounds stupid, but what else could describe it, that hollowness that stretches on and on? To try, for the thousandth time: your insides are limitless but your mind isn’t. Your mind is a tiny, soft pea that’s smeared again and again down a plate. Your mind is a damp, warm pillow suffocating you. It’s pressure, it’s squeezing, it’s always the fucking squeezing, like all your organs, feelings, and everything else that should end that eternal, aching emptiness is being crammed into your head. Like the you that your father hugged and cried to had their jaw ripped open, acid poured down their throat, and was then promptly pumped full of morphine.

It’s been that way since you were a kid. How you’re less than half of a person, how you’re desperately searching for whatever you’re missing.

You haven’t felt that way, so badly, since you met Hawks.

The silence is only broken with the occasional blinking of the turn signal or crinkling of your biscuit wrapper. You sip at your apple juice. You look at the city, it’s twinkling all over like it’s full of stars, the sky is dark and empty and deep. You look at the small, buzzed sections of hair where there are only staples keeping your scalp together, wrapping around your head like lightning.

There’s a cat-shaped air freshener hanging from the mirror. It swings and spins a bit as the city passes by. The car rolls to a stop. There’s a traffic light. The sky is black, it’s swallowing you.

You turn towards the driver's seat. Your teacher’s sitting there. He’s holding the steering wheel with one hand, rubbing his eyes with the other. You don’t know what to say.

You’ve been in a medically induced coma for eight days. They had to, the doctor said, your brain just kept swelling. Yes, it kept swelling, and gosh the glass was right up in there, and concrete isn’t very good for your health and are you allergic to anything when skulls hit concrete they splat like an egg with the yolk splat and your brain is the yolk the yolk shakes around in its egg-juice and your brain is the same what do you mean I’m talking too fast let me run some tests.

You got every flashcard she showed you right. Ma’am, that is a dog. Ma’am, that is a cloud. Ma’am, that is a flower. You want me to be specific? Ma’am, that is a flower named Flower, it lived in a park with other flowers and then it was stepped on and died.

Oh. Ma’am, that is a rose.

Yes, I can speak, I know it’s sticky, but I can. My self is blurry, a drop in my soupy thought soup, but I am here. I don’t know what you mean, ma’am. This is how I’ve always lived my life. 

“A social worker is coming tomorrow.”

The traffic light is long gone. The car is dead, there is no rumbling from the engine or pulling of a corner. You’re in the teacher’s parking lot, sitting with Aizawa-Sensei in his car. It occurs to you that he’s maybe a ghost, and that’s why his voice is like air.

“They said they’ll be here at three.”

You open your mouth to say something. You shut it. You press your lips together like you’ve just put on chapstick.

“Do you need help getting out of the car?”

Aizawa is looking at you for the first time since picking you up from the hospital. You shake your head. The two of you get out of the car, the handle is cold and so is the door.

You walk with him across campus, across grass and sidewalk. Mostly sidewalk. Stop thinking.

When you got discharged, the nurses had you in a wheelchair. You were high on pain meds, still are, and just kept saying, “roll out,” in a low, grumbly voice. You had your clothes in a plastic bag on your lap. You were aware of your situation, but you didn’t want to be, you didn’t want to be sober, so you kept saying it. They rolled you outside, to the kiss and ride (“roll out!”), and your clothes smelled like beer (“roll out!”), and you have nobody, for real this time (“roll out!”), and there: Aizawa-Sensei, teach, the ultimate witness.

Yes, he witnessed the whole thing, from beginning to end — he knows what you have never told anybody, what you have both taken pride in and despised, what you look like crying in your own vomit and seizing in an ambulance.

And your transformer ass was sober.

(“roll…”)

Aizawa opens the dorm door for you and you head inside. The commons is the same as you left it. Not literally, all the lights are off and your friends aren’t on the couch anymore, but it’s the same lemon-scented cleaner in the air. It’s the same lived-in kitchen. The dishwasher is on its dry cycle. Chuga-chuga. It sounds like a faraway train.

Aizawa opens the fridge while you stand by the shoe cubbies. “You should bring some water up with you.” He pulls out an old bowl of mac n’ cheese, nose and brows crinkled. “The nurse said it was okay for you to eat. Do you want something?”

The mac goes in the trash with a splat. You’re still by the cubbies. Aizawa starts rinsing the bowl. He glances at you. He repeats what he said, just a little slower.

“Uh.” Your face heats up. “I’m — not hungry.”

“What?”

“I’m not hungry.” Your voice is round. You toe your shoes off and place them in a cubby.

“Okay.” His voice is calm in a way that means he actually isn’t. You rub your arms.

Aizawa is standing in front of you. He’s talking. There’s a plastic bottle of water in your hands. “—I need to grab some things from my office. Wait here.”

He disappears down the hall. You sit at the kitchen island with the water. It’s cool in your hands, wet, and when you set it down your hands are glossy. You wipe them on your sweatpants. Did you change at the hospital?

You grab the water bottle and hold it in your hands and focus on the cold.

Where’s your phone? You need to text him. Your hands feel weird. You take a deep breath, stretch your legs out, raise your head and look around the kitchen. Bakugo must have cleaned the kitchen earlier; even the water spots on the sink faucet are gone. His parents must miss him.

Ahhh, shit.

You rest your head on the counter, stare at the bottle you’re holding between your legs. The commons are so empty, so quiet at night. When did you move from the cubbies?

There’s a landline telephone by the microwave. You find yourself staring at it but the buzzing in your chest keeps you at the stool. When did the butterflies you felt when thinking of him turn into flies?

Your face sort of droops, gets warm, and you’re back to looking at your crotch as your fingers pick at each other. Blinking has never felt so important. Blink. Blink. Don’t cry.

“It’s okay to cry.”

His voice is soft. Hawks is sitting next to you on the bathroom floor, shoulder touching yours. A thumb runs over your knuckles once. His fingers twitch. He does it again. You’re trying to understand what any of that means.

The elevator down the hall dings. You wipe hard at your face. Aizawa’s office is on this floor, he didn’t take the elevator. There’s the soft sound of socks brushing against carpet. 

You ruffle your leftover hair to try and cover everything; realizing that just draws attention to your head, you start patting your pockets like you’re looking for something instead, even though you’re not, but it’s not like Midoriya would know that.

Yeah, out of all the people in this building, it’s that guy. It’s his curly green hair, his doe-puppy-childlike eyes, and his freckled face that hasn’t felt violence outside of training and Bakugo’s old fits of rage. No, no, you’re wrong, shut up; he’s tougher than you’ll ever be. The thick scars running down his arms prove that.

Still, you look at him and look at yourself and he’s disgusting. The first time you met him you were revolted, everything about him screamed weak and spoiled and ‘my Mom loves me!’ Every time he spoke to you, that deep discomfort (resentment?) drove you away from him. Now, three-ish years later, you know he’s not what you thought (hoped?) he was. He’s kind, forgiving, resilient, considerate, innovative, brave, blah, blah, blah, the list could go on. He’s everything you’re not. Maybe the leftover disgust you feel is towards yourself.

But then, you think about that time you went to his place for dinner. His Mom made some really amazing katsudon. Bakugo told you how his room was full of All Might memorabilia, just like his dorm. You all helped to clean up afterwards; Bakugo washed the dishes, Midoriya dried them, and you put them away. You never saw any bottle openers in his drawers. He had three pairs of shoes. His fridge was full. His Mom kept fussing over him and when the three of you left, she kissed him all over his face and hugged him tight and told him to visit more. You stood there and watched and Bakugo asked if you were okay.

You weren’t; you realized that he was everything you’d never be because he had everything you never did, that destiny exists in a way, that everything that you become and do and experience is inevitable and it isn’t your fault and it’s not Midoriya’s, that there is no reason some are better off than others because the universe doesn’t care that much, and that Midoriya’s life could’ve been yours if you had just been brought into existence by somebody else’s cum. You took pride in your suffering because you thought it had meaning. It doesn’t.

You and Midoriya stare at each other from where you’ve frozen up. You cross your arms. His eyes are wide and his brows have shot up to his hairline. Then, his lips curve into a watery smile.

“Hey.” He jogs over to you, takes a quick glance at your scalp. You shove your hands into your pockets and try to smile. Everything is buzzing. He will never know how it feels to hide; he will never listen to crying and the shattering of glassware and wonder when he will be found. “Sensei didn’t tell us you were coming back today. Do you want me to get Mina? Or Kacchan?”

You look at his shirt instead of his face. “Oh, nah, it’s fine. Thanks.”

“Okay.” He lets out a nervous chuckle. What does he have to be nervous about all the time? “They’d be really happy to see you, though.”

“No, yeah, I just -- uh, they’re probably asleep right now, I don’t wanna wake them up.”

Does he have thoughts that don’t stop? Is that why he talks to himself? Dad told you something like that once. “Yeah, don’t worry, I get it, I just meant -- um.” He shakes his head as if clearing his thoughts. “Yeah.”

Your palms are much too clammy in your pockets. You take them out and wipe them on your shirt. He does the same. Midoriya chuckles again. You’re staring at the ground.

“Do you, uh, want some water? I came down here to get some.”

You shake your head.

“Ah, um, okay. Cool.” He’s at the cabinets now, a glass in hand. You hear him press it against the fridge door’s water thingy. It fills slowly. “Wanna go back to our dorms together?”

“I have to wait for Aizawa.”

He sips his water, stands at the counter. He nods slowly. “How was the, um, hospital? Did you see the flowers we got you?”

He’s asking too many questions. “Um, yeah, probably.” There’s the sense that you have to elaborate. You don’t. Midoriya’s nose scrunches up in the way it does when he’s confused.

“What?” You say, hunched forward in your stool. Midoriya looks stupidly lost. You could never afford to look like that.

“Um, I mean, what do you mean ‘probably’?”

You saw flowers when you woke up. You saw the bouquets on your windowsill after they put you in the wheelchair. But, you also remember waking up to a beige ceiling. You remember waking up to a nurse wiping apple juice from your chin.

“I don’t know. Why do you care?”

Midoriya stands in the kitchen with his scrunched nose and cocked head and stupid expression. Your head throbs. The telephone. You cover your face with your hands.

Aizawa’s voice is somewhere here and he guides you away from Midoriya. You swallow pills, drink from your water bottle. He pats your shoulder. Nothing helps. The elevator dings. You walk down your dorm hall with him next to you; his hair is up now.

He opens your door and your room is dark. The blinds are half open. You crawl into bed and you shut your eyes so tightly your forehead creases.

[galaxytittus]

Frat party.

the Alpha Kappa Rho house, c. 2016

(2/4)

transcript:

A: Look at youuu. Lookin' like a redheaded Ryan Reynolds over here.

?: What, me?

A: Yeah, you! Are you, like, one of the frat members here or whatever? Honestly, I dunno how all that works.

?: Pshh... Yeah, I am. Actually, my great-great grandpa founded Alpha Kappa Rho 60ish years ago. My family still owns this house, too.

A: Oh, really? So I just happened to come across the head honcho over here, wow! How 'bout that?

?: Ohh, I wouldn't say that, I'm more like a—

A: What's your GPA?

?: What?

A: You heard me. What is it? Just curious, you seem smart.

?: Um... 3.4, last time I checked?

A: Tsk, tsk. Listen—What's your name?

?: Daniel.

A: Listen, Daniel. I usually never offer this, but you're... cute. So, what if I told you I got something that could help you bring it up to 4.0 by the end of the semester, hm?

D: What exactly are you trying to do here?

A: Sell you something, is it working?

D: Ehh, that depends on what you're selling. Or who.

A: Yeah, you wish it was me. [whispering] It's a perfectly legal study aid that I'm just making more widely avail—

D: How much?

A: Do you... know what it is..?

D: Yeah, Adderall. Am I wrong?

A: [chuckling] Nope. Straight to business, I like that. So $45, 30 milligrams, brand name. And that includes the first-purchase discount of 25%, another discount if you spend $200 or more.

D: Huh. How can you prove it's brand name?

A: By the bottle, baby. Don't worry, it's prescription.

[loud, exaggerated humming]

D: Yeah, whatever. Fuck it, I'll take four of them. [laughing] Just don't let my dad know, yeah?

A: [stammering] Wh-wh— [whispering] God, not out here, dumbass! Goddamn, have you never bought drugs before?!

D: Shit, sorry. No, not really, honestly.

A: Come with me.

[angelheony]

'I've been the archer, I've been the prey'

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ Synopsis ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

The martial god of the Southeast, General Nan Yang, worries frequently of his beloved when wandering about in the human realm, that is when one of his fears find reality when the beloved reader got hurt and ambushed by a fierce ghost. The general though late, arrives to swoop in and save his beloved

Now the general wishes to teach you on how to use weapons to protect yourself in the midst of trouble. Because not at all times, can he be there by your side.

Feng Xin x Gn Reader

Tws- Wrong description or uses of bow (I HAVEN'T DONE ARCHERY MY WHOLE LIFE PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME), Probably ooc lmao, bad grammar, and spelling. chaos narrating

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'This should be easy right?' A thought arises in your head, moving towards a far position from the target. Cocky sure, but how hard can it possibly be.

You have no prior experience on archery before, but you have been ogling studying at a certain someone.... Cause you knew somehow it would come to this, You practicing it yourself.

"Why are you just standing there? Come on I wanna see your amazing skills already, surely you weren't bluffing just a while ago..."

Without even facing him you could tell that Feng Xin has that stupid, lovable grin on his face, going along with his sarcastic comment. Your brows furrow at your boisterous words before, yet you still try to play it cool.

"Ah, It's just been so long since I've handled a bow... Give me time to remember.." You say with a nervous smile, eliciting a huff of laughter from Feng Xin. Gods you really hope you don't embarrass yourself later, if only if it weren't for that damned ghost that caught you off guard a while back. That incident left you with quite a few cuts and bruises and an overly worried lover be it that.

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

You knew it would be a stupid idea to to go out foraging when its almost dusk. But in your defense, this is the only time you were free...It was still early, but you just lost track of time..

You also did not say a word to your lover in fear of revealing your surprise.

for what exactly...? well

A lot of years has passed by. Companions have come and go, Things lost and some found. Memories of the past hazy by now, as new ones develop and pile.

But there is this one time that you will never be able to forget. Forever etched in your brain, It is the start of the waltz of two hearts, now intertwined and growing stronger at each passing moment. A time worth of celebration and remembrance, Your anniversary. And its only two days left until then.

That's why you're here, in the the middle of the forest, basket filled with the flowers you came across, for the gift your about to make as you get home .

You walk at a quick pace, trying to find your way out, so you can go back the embrace of your lover, Feng Xin.

The world around you is embraced with orange and pink. Signalling that the sun is now setting for the moon to take flight..

Your not entirely scared of walking around in the dark pshh.. You can protect yourself just fine, it's just that you have a bad feeling about this trip, And you're in the middle of the forest too.

No people can be seen in sight, who knows what kind of carnivorous animal lurks here-or worse ghosts, out for your blood....Plus your lover is a prominent figure in the heavenly capital, what if they held some heavy grudges about his awesomeness, And your here defenseless.

You slap yourself in the cheek, trying to stop your line of thought that's making you panic even more now. Gripping onto your basket you're walking even faster, as the forest is now engulfed in darkness.

The hair on your nape rises, goosebumps rippling on your skin at the cold. No more sun to provide you with warmth.

Only the cold moon, along side with the cold air working against you now. Making the leaves rustle, making it sound like something is trampling on it-

You freeze in your tracks, An ominous presence clouds your senses.

'rustle, rustle'

Bolting with out a second thought, you mutter curses under your breath. Fight or flight instincts kicking in, well just flight instincts. You don't know how to fight ghosts, just humans, surely an uppercut won't work on ghosts right?-

You debate on what to do, should you scream for help? there should be people near right? your village has to be! You try to think of a suitable plan in your head, though the adrenaline makes your mind run a bit too fast,

...You can feel it's gaze on the tip of your spine, like it's getting closer and reaching for you-

Your survival instincts kick in as your leg drops, making you kneel. Horrifyingly sharp claws just above your form, Where your face was just at. Retracting it's claws, it covers itself with a thick fog, blending onto the trees again, waiting for a perfect time to strike.

You celebrate in your mind for a bit, letting out a galore of curses at the ghost. Taking a bit of Feng Xin's dialect in fear. But you quickly stand up to run again, now letting out a cracked yell of help, throat dry in fear.

By a miracle you could see the end of the forest, and a path like the one leading to the village. You could almost scream in joy, and that you did, along with a few pleas for help.

Yearning to touch the moonlight on the clearing, you reach your hand out. Commotion could be heard nearby, and freedom at the tip of your finger tips.

Your joy was short lived though, as you couldn't move even if you were putting all your strength on your legs. Maybe that's because something is holding you down, unavailing you to even breathe, Sharp claws closing in to your neck.

Eyes widening in disbelief, Torches could be seen in the distance.And there he was, your lover. With Fengshen in hand, it seems he saw you too, face twisting in fear and anger. It looked like he was screaming for something, but your eyelids were growing heavy. You really wanted to say that you were fine, to ease his nerves, hating to see him like this... Maybe if you wake up soon, You'll have the chance to tell him that...

...As all fades to black and the screams were all turned but to faint echoes.

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You awoke the next day, with a worried Feng Xin by your side,

Enveloping you in a bone crushing hug.

You wanted to ask what happened but he was quick to cut you off with a scolding. You just accepted it though, knowing that what you did was wrong. About not telling anyone were you were going before hand.

Apologizing with honeyed words, You vowed to never do it again. Making him huff a 'You better not', skeptically as if he knew you were gonna do it again in the future

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

And here you are now, due to his pleading for you to learn the bow to protect yourself in those situations.

You were weighing it on your mind yesterday, not that you could say no. But you decided to say yes anyways because, this means you could watch Feng Xin's back as well when all goes haywire.

Taking an arrow from the quiver strapped to your back, you place the arrow's nock to the bow's string. Channeling all your rage as you pull back the string. Just realizing that it needs quite the force to pull all the wa-

fwoosh!

The arrow flies, your hand slipping amidst your thoughts. It would have be epic if you hit bullseye in first try but.... It didnt even reach halfway, it was to be expected since it was only pulled a little.

You turn towards the brunet to intercept the arriving laughter from the man behind you- ahm...too late

Feng Xin slid a hand to his mouth as he said,

"Wow, You're amazing It reached so far...!"

It sounded like he was trying hard to hold his amusement in really bad, tears pooling at the edge of his crinkled eyes.

"You- That didn't count! watch, i'll nail it this time"

You turn, Trying it again, pulling the bow strings taut. The arrow flew though farther this time, but it didn't even hit the target. You groan in frustration, though relieved that it was at least better this time. You try it again, and again-

"Your form is wrong... Here let me help you"

Feng Xin seemingly done with his daily dose of laughter, finally moves to aid you. Enclosing into your form, enveloping your own hands on the bow.

Stiffening at the closeness, you impulsively turn your head to look at him. Noticing the soft smile still imprinted on his face, brows curved perfectly in his focused state, brown locks framing his face just right. And his piercing eyes looking at the target, and now at you, his gaze softening.

"Why are you looking at me? you should be looking at where you're shooting," Feng Xin grins, kind of embarrassed with your lovesick gaze

You quickly rip your gaze away from his, huffing a small,

"I knew that."

Feng Xin gives you a few tips and adjustments on your form, Though you find your mind going elsewhere

"Here you can shoot now.." He says softly with his hands still enveloped around yours, guiding your fingers off the string.

Fwoosh-

The arrow flies, though a bit crooked at least it hit the target now,

"There you go now you do it by yoursel-"

"No! I suck at shooting arrows it would be best if you guide me for now!" You were quick to say, which surprised the man.

Letting out a chuckle at the switch up from -

'I'm a pro at archery, I don't need anyone's help!' To this

"Fine, fine a few more so you can get the hang of it" Feng Xin pats your head, and guides you in position again. Playing along with your antics for now.

This happens a few more times, with each getting closer and closer to the center of the target.

Fwoosh-

The sound of the arrow piercing the wooden target, you're used to it now. But this time, excites you the most, as you see the arrow has finally hit the bullseye. You let out a cheer, relieved to have finally hit the jackpot. You were convinced to have gotten the hang of it.

"Now your turn"

He pats your head again probably for good luck, now creating some distance so he can survey your marksmanship.

Letting out a breathe of air, you take an arrow from the quiver again, though this time never taking your eyes off the target.

"Hey I said stand up straight, were you not listening before? And also your foot move it back a bit more"

He barks out from a far, dead panning. The things he said before just being forgotten in a few short minutes.

You swiftly fixed your posture, brows furrowed in embarassment.

"-I knew that I was just getting ready!"

Huffing, as he let out an amused 'mhmm'

You put the nock on the string of the bow, pursing your lips as you pull it back. Focusing only on hitting the target in front of you, Not paying mind to Feng Xin's scrutinizing gaze.

Unbeknownst to you, there was pure awe in his gaze at the sights of you. Lips twitching into a lopsided smile. While the sun sets in the horizon, making the surroundings glow with a tint of orange and pink. The scene just looks ethereal, able to be mistaken as the heavens itself.

The arrow makes a whistling noise due to the speed, slicing through the air in its wake. Landing on the target with a loud thud.

Though disappointed with it not hitting the center mark, you were only a few sections off. Surely you could do it in a few tries or one more-

"Good job, that'll make do for now" Your eyes widen whilst turning towards Feng Xin, with both hands clasped

"A few more, I really can hit the target in the center now-!"

You try to persuade him,

"Don't overexert yourself, we have all the time in the world"

"Well what if the world is ending tomorrow, how will I protect myself then" You try to retort

"I'll be there beside you," A firm reply by Feng Xin, whilst he picks up the arrows that are laying around.

",I only won't be, if you go somewhere without telling me"

You sigh, placing the bow on the side to help him clean as well

"Are you still mad about that?" Walking towards the targets, you take the arrows embedded there, putting them back on your quiver.

"Don't act all surprised now," A sigh can be heard even from afar

"I only wanted to do that to surprise you-" You freeze on the spot, the continuing part '-for our anniversary' on the tip of your tongue can't having to bear to say it.

"That so? You have no need to do that" Feng Xin's voice gets closer and closer, as if he can read your mind.

Feng Xin turns you around to face him "You know thats supposed to be my job giving gifts..."

"So here, happy anniversary love"

He clips an intricately designed hairpin on your hair, with a few adorning jewels complementing your eye color.

You could only stand there in awe, Feeling like the luckiest person alive right now.

"Now just sit there won't you? let me take care of cleaning-"

You couldn't help buy cut him off by jumping into his arms, Legs wrapping around his waist. Spilling thank you's at his ear, and complaining about that stupid ghost that ambushed you a while back. Making you lose your gifts.

"You didn't have to.. I have to give you a gift now.. just wait-"

Earning a laugh from the Feng Xin "The only gift I want, is for you to stay safe always"

Enveloping his strong hands on your thighs, so you don't fall and injure yourself.

"i'll Master the bow and learn every weapon in existence tomorrow if you wish, i'll even wear some cool armor around-"

"Careful you might surpass me if you train so hard"

His tone is laced with sarcasm and amusement, though he's glad your taking your safety to the next level.

"Maybe I will."

"Sure you will, let's go inside now shall we? We still have a lot of celebrating to do." He smiles fixing his hold on you into a 'bridal carry' so it's comfortable for the both of you.

You melt into his hold still defeated about forgetting his present. Vowing to repay him tonight, just Muttering a little 'okay'

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First Feng Xin fic help me, It took me alot of days to finish this. Had to research on archery because I haven't done it before my whole life SORRY IF ITS WRONG. This is a crackfic i swear, I was so tired when making this.

Also dont we all need a Feng Xin in our lives, I fricking love him

[delectableworm]

A Nautica x gn!reader with the ability to fold themselves like an origami. Wish I could do that but oh well- i got enough random bruises appearing on me. Hehe, slight angst.

A treat for those who get the last part.

"Ew, ew! Stop! No, no, no! Stop that!"

You grinned as you watch Nautica freaking out for you as you bent yourself in an insanely inhuman ways. You were a gymnast before you joined cooperation of becoming a liaison for the Lost Lights, meaning you have very, very, flexible body. You're practically like a bendy straw that Rung usually use as Swerve pointed out while you showed him how you can fold yourself easily.

"C'mon, it's not that bad."

"Your legs is over your head!"

"Pshh, it's nothing. Isn't this supposed to be exciting for you since you wanted to study more about humans?" You pointed out. You'd sure Brainstorm would like to ask you do more insane twisting body to see your limit.

The femme cringed before replying, "Yeah, it's supposed to but I can't help it! You look so freaky and not normal and I can't help but worried. What if you need to see Ratchet after this?"

"I don't need to see Ratchet-"

"What if you managed to get yourself stuck in a position that you can't revert yourself back to normal?!"

"GIRL-"

"I'm sorry!" She apologized. "But what if-"

"Stop, stop." You unbend yourself to stand normally in front of her on the desk you were on. "Listen, I know you're worried but trust me, I've been doing this since I was a kid and it doesn't hurt anymore." You reassured her, taking a hold of one of her digits in your hand. "If it hurts, I'll let you be the first to know. Okay?"

Nautica was the first bot you managed to get close too when first boarding the Lost Light. Her sweet, curious personality is what drawn you to her as she asked you tons of questions about human culture, holidays, history, careful not to overwhelm you with the questions when you first met. She reminded you of a late friend of yours back on Earth. Her worries for you just now when you folded yourself was the icing on the cake since your friend too had the same reaction as hers when you first showed your gymnast ability. You sometime wondered if the femme in front of you was an incarnation of them.

Nautica watched you for a couple of moment before venting out, frame slumped into a relaxing posture. "Alright. Just, promise you'll tell. Okay?"

You smiled and patted her hand gently, "I promise."

You promised twice.