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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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🍁 Autumn & Halloween Prompt List 🎃

It's about to get spoopy up in here. We wanted to do something special not only to celebrate everyone's favorite season but also to honor the amazing writers and creators on Tumblr.

Most of us are creators of some kind — whether that be writers, gifmakers, or artists — and this time of year is hard. We start running into fatigue + the scariest thing during the whole Halloween season: creator's block.

✨ Cue the prompt list ✨

This prompt list is split into three groups: dialogue, scenario, and NSFW prompts. Each section has 31 prompts which are sorted with more general autumn themes first and Halloween-specific prompts after that.

A HUGE HUGE thank you to Shawni (@austin-butlers-gf), Sage (@fangirlwithasweettooth), Kenzie (@fangirl-imagines), & Gabby (@dontbesussis) for helping to create this lovely list!

Feel free to reblog + use for whatever it is that you create and post here on Tumblr! Happy Halloween and enjoy 👻 ♥️

DIALOGUE

[ prompts with / indicate that both characters A + B have lines ]

“You have a leaf in your hair.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”

“You’re scared of that, really?”

“That’s your favorite candy? You have shit taste.”

“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”

“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party and I don’t know anyone. But you look as miserable as I feel.”

“If you can’t summon flames directly from hell, store-bought is fine.”

“It says take one, love.”

“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”

“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?”

“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”

“You’re the devil in disguise.”

“Nice try. You’ll have to work harder to scare me.”

“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute.”

“I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”

“You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”

“Boo!” / “You were scarier with the mask off.”

“What are you supposed to be?” / “It isn’t obvious?”

“Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”

“That kind of scared me.” / “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“Kill me now and put me out of my sugar-fueled misery.” / “I told you to slow down.”

“Come on, it’s just a haunted house! It’ll be like a walk in the park.” / “More like a walk through hell.”

“There’s literally one candle flickering mysteriously. In what universe would I go over there?” / “Is that…a no, then?”

“Well, it is a seance.” / “Good thing the person I want to see is already here.”

“Oh no. You are not wearing the same costume as me! You can’t!” / “Well I did.”

“Ooh very scary!” / “That’s not part of the costume, dumbass.”

“You could have been a prince(ss).” / “Well, I wanted to be a(n) [insert costume] instead.”

“Who you gonna call?” / “Ghostbusters?”

“You look so stupid.” / “Well, that was the idea since I dressed as you.”

“What happened? Let me help you!” / “Relax, the blood is fake.”

SCENARIOS

Leaf hunting/raking leaves

Tailgaiting a football game

Getting drunk at Oktoberfest

Baking a pumpkin pie

Getting PSLs together

Visiting an apple orchard

Visiting a pumpkin patch

Carving a pumpkin

Making caramel apples

Bonfire

Corn Maze

Hayride (haunted or not)

Decorating for Halloween

Costume shopping

Buying couple costumes

Baking Halloween cookies

Haunted house

A doing B’s makeup for a costume

B doing A’s makeup for a costume

Watching a not scary Halloween movie (we recommend Hocus Pocus but take your pick lol)

Watching a scary movie

Halloween photoshoot

Setting up a haunted house

You’re actors in a haunted house

Masquerade ball

Going trick-or-treating

Handing out candy

Playing with an Ouija board

Telling scary stories

Bobbing for apples

Halloween/Murder Mystery Party

NSFW + AUs

[ most of the prompts can be adapted for NSFW or SFW themes but some are more suited to NSFW than others which is why we've separated them ]

“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”

“Trick or treat.”

“I would light the candle but…I’m not a virgin.”

“I like your yabbos.”

“Don’t torture yourself ___. That’s my job.”

“Darling, you’re already in my veins.”

“I’ll be the demon to your angel.”

“I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.”

“Just one bite…”

“You’ve been bad. Good thing my costume came with handcuffs.”

“He/She/They prefer(s) virgins.”

“I know what you should be for Halloween. Mine.”

“You’re not as scary as you think you are.” / “Maybe not. But I’ll still have you screaming tonight.”

“Everybody likes your costume better.” / “I could always take it off.”

"Forget the broom. Ride me instead."

“I may not be a vampire but I know how to suck.”

Rolling in the hay? Nah, rolling in the leaves

Sexy couple costumes

You’re stuck in the house of mirrors

7 minutes in heaven but make it Halloween (who can resist a good trope)

Painting each others’ faces/bodies

Mummy wrapping competition

A wears a sexy costume and teases B all night. B isn't happy.

A or B is under a love potion

Roleplay in costume

NSFW Halloween costume fashion show

Getting down and dirty in a corn maze and/or haunted house

Haunted bride/groom AU

Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Succubus/Incubus AU

Bonus: “This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” 💀

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Disclaimer: Feel free to borrow prompts from this list to add to your own prompt lists but if you do, please reblog + credit the original creators of this list or link to this post for proper credit.

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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now im just thinking about baz officiating birdie and austin’s wedding and then getting absolutely plastered afterwards omg

anon!!! consider! that exactly what the hell happens in some universe. does it happen in the main one we don't know. i haven't decided. ( look, i have this plotted out, do my small details change? yes. do my base they're together, they break up, they come back together, they live happily ever after change? no. ) tw: drunkenness? baz luhrmann making poor decisions ( seriously @satninbeaulieu wine mom baz is my new favorite thing. )

but okay! consider! you and austin are just in love. we all know this. we also know that truth be told y'all are baz's favorite soap opera and despite him being a grown ass man and y'all being grown ass adults he indulges you two too much. catherine has told him this while also facilitating you two stealing costumes- which honestly, totally baz's fault because everyone stole shit from the set and she just planned ahead and there was multiples of the costumes. basically baz's set was a madhouse in some respects and you two just really fit in very well in a way you couldn't have fit into another set.

but yes you and austin are in love. baz and everyone on set knows this. everyone who isn't necessarily a higher up at wb knows this. so know what. you may want a courthouse wedding. austin may for some reason think it's hilarious for you two to be married by an elvis impersonator. baz? baz wants to marry you two himself. look he's responsible for this and has been from the second he told you to get on the floor and austin told him "that's my priscilla." does he acknowledge that y'all took a real weird road to get here? yes. does it make him love you two and the relationship you two have cultivated any less? no. hell, disregarding the weirdness at cannes and the met and the Shitshow of the Vogue shoot y'all have been the best couple on screen or off for him. he loves you two to pieces.

so when you calling baz- because it's you and not austin because he's the dumb idiot who had you almost passing out in the hallway of some late show with "dove, let's go to vegas." and "we've talked about moving in together and you've told me how many kids you want in the future and we've talked about when we might want them for the past two months after talking about it a year ago, why wouldn't want to marry you right now?" and "i wanted to marry you last year." seriously, austin robert butler there is a time and a place and it not in the hallway after an interview when you're both tired as hell because it's a been a long day. but you say you'd prefer a courthouse wedding and you want to have something borrowed from priscilla and you win that argument sort of. and then you have to call catherine and baz. austin is in charge of the rest of the cast including tom who you know is busy but maybe a part of you is like i don't care how i get married if tom hanks is at my wedding i will be secretly delighted because that's a badge of honor in real life and hollywood.

so you call baz. actually you call catherine but you figure they're next to each other so you reach one you reach the other. you are more than a little excited and in a rush "austinandiaregettingmarriedwe'dlikeyoutocome" and catherine tells you to say a little slower before baz- who has overhead this informs you that he can actually officiate if you'd like. he'd be honored to, in fact.

that should have been the clue that something was going to go very very wrong by the end of the night. but because your life and austin's life are basically ruled by the phrase "in hindsight oops" you two don't realize this until after the fact. catherine should have warned you but honestly, catherine didn't even predict this one.

but you jump at the chance and how fast can we get everyone to the same place because you're going to hunt for rings and you've got this black dress you wore for the last interview and "yes, austin i'm wearing a black dress. i don't want a full wedding dress. and even if i did why do you think it'd be white? be thankful i'm not wearing a suit." "i mean it'd be hot." "focus, daddy." and baz says to meet him at this hotel in the middle of nowhere. which is to say it's somewhere that isn't vegas but isn't la and maybe it really just in upstate new york or utah. it's somewhere where there isn't going to be a lot of paparazzi so that the gaggle of people who will be with the pair of you aren't going to bring a massive amount of attention. you forward the address to priscilla and lisa marie and it's great.

the thing is when everyone gets there you and austin are bombarded with the question "how drunk are you two?" a question that makes you both laugh like tipsy college girls trying their first sip of alcohol.

"unless being drunk on that idiot over there counts, sober." you answer pulling austin closer to you so you can try and curl into him.

"never been more sober in my life." he answers with his hand around your waist and his head dipping down to your neck to nuzzle at it.

baz has had one ( 1 ) singular glass of wine before the ceremony. this does not remain the same throughout the night. he hands catherine his phone and tells her to take a million pictures and video tape and maybe austin hands her his camera or he hands someone- maybe it's kelvin or alton or natasha- but it's someone being given his camera. point is the two of you will have a billion pictures and one video of this entire thing.

baz is surprisingly good at officiating which shouldn't surprise you and yet it does. and maybe you give him war flashbacks with your kiss. you did try and keep it chaste, but truly, you're marrying austin and he's marrying you and maybe it got a little heated. maybe you have to stop yourself from letting austin pick you up but he still 1000 percent squeezes your ass.

here's the thing though, there's alcohol afterward because you've drug these people out to the middle of nowhere it's the least you could do. so you imbibe. so does austin. catherine even sips a big glass of wine and everyone else? they get mildly tipsy at least. baz gets- a little plastered. a lot plastered. look- he rarely gets like this and catherine figured this was fine. it was fine. she was keeping an eye on him and the phone.

up until the point right before she takes his phone and he decides that the world needs to know that his leads are not only having sex but they've gotten married. after ignoring each other for the greater part of a year. it blows up on instagram and quickly slides right onto tiktok and twitter. it is everywhere on the internet. you watch the tiktoks in a panic after you finally grab your phone with austin's dick still inside you while he's passed out at 9:15 in the morning. it's your distressed laughter and whispers of "oh fuck. oh shit. oh noooo." that wakes him up eventually.

no one realizes this until 7am because you're all are enjoying the good time at the reception. you don't realize this until 9am when you finally wake up with austin curled around you, his dick still causally inside you and see a million missed calls, several text messages including one from your own mother asking "why wasn't i invited? what are you wearing? and did he grab your butt at the altar?". you don't move because of austin and because you're not 100 percent your legs work without help despite the maybe 5 hours of sleep you have gotten.

austin doesn't realize it until 10am because you figured the old man needed his beauty rest after last night. why? well that's a story for another ask.

#spoilers: maybe the accidental reveal is becoming full canon. baz luhrmann you menace!!!#did i include two gifs because i could? yeah.#am i teasing y'all? yes.#austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #i think i'm funny using that last one btw.#between this ask and the video i am on cloud nine don't mind me.#also hello new followers this is not what you signed up for i imagine but hello nonetheless.#ally writes

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blurredcolour · 2 years

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The Hunter's Moon | Part Five

The Hunter’s Moon Masterlist

Summary: The light of the Hunter’s Moon reveals many truths to you and Austin, and your relationship will never be the same.

Pairing: Werewolf!Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Language, Discussion of Hunting and Trapping, Threats of Gun Violence, Injury, Wounds, Blood, Supernatural Themes, Mature/Explicit Themes [oral – m/f receiving, fingering – m/f receiving, discussion of cum, creative lube, penetration, unprotected sex] - 18 + Only

GIF Credit: @karamelcoveredolicity

Author’s Note: Inspired by the headcannons of @sassy-ahsoka-tano, written with her blessing. Happy Hunter’s moon, werewolf fans! I bumped up the release of this chapter to coincide with the rising of the Hunter’s Moon. I hope you enjoy!

Song suggestion: Champion NEONI

Word Count: 4075

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Early October - The Hunter’s Moon

You missed him, even though he was only gone seven days, even though you’d only made out for five minutes, even though you’d only known him for a month-and-a-half. He turned out to be a diligent communicator; he had let you know when he got home that night, unscathed by Jonah, and had messaged you at least twice a day since. You were treated to photos of Ohio, poetry quotes from the book he was reading, good morning and good night greetings.

Returning his generosity, you sent him photos of the library, a snippet of an interesting document you found in basement archives, and a shot of the first red leaf you found along the lake shore. Somehow, knowing he wasn’t there made you feel more vulnerable. The traumatic replay in your head had lessened. Was mostly relegated to the early morning hours. Falling asleep was no longer a problem. Staying asleep was.

Sunday night, the night of the Hunter’s Moon, you gave up after tossing and turning sleeplessly. You sighed grumpily and made a cup of herbal tea. Wrapping yourself in a blanket, you settled onto the couch in your sunroom. The fresh air helped ease the trapped, restless feeling. The light of the full moon lit your yard and the lake brilliantly as you did your best to focus on the crispness of the air, the soothing flavour of the tea.

So far, no howls. So far, a normal full moon night. Until you heard a tremendous yelp from the woods separating your property from Jonah’s.

“God dammit Jonah Lannet.” You snarled and lurched to your feet. It was not the first time that crooked old ghoul had set traps. Nor was it the first time you had taken it upon yourself to let the poor creatures free before he could end their lives. The disgust you felt for that man and his disdain for nature burned away your fear.

You clutched the blanket around your shoulders, grabbing the leather work gloves you left on the ledge beside the door, and shoved your feet into a pair of old boots you reserved for outdoor chores.

You tramped through the woods, the moon providing more than enough light for you to see. To scan the undergrowth for the target of your rescue mission. You sidled through a set of bushes and stumbled to a stop as it was not a fox with its foot clamped in the trap, struggling to free itself. It was a wolf. More specifically, it was the sandy blond wolf who had defended you the night of the last full moon.

It froze as soon as it heard you, brilliant blue eyes glowing with the reflected light of the moon, eyeing you intensely.

“Ok…” you said soothingly, and it responded with a snarl, trying to position its body between you and its leg in the jaws of a particularly gruesome steel trap. The rusty metal was biting into the flesh of its paw. “I’m here to help.” You continued softly, soothingly, carefully pulling the blanket off your shoulders.

The blanket was to cover its eyes, to lessen its fear and protect you from its mouth. You were unable to deny that the size of the animal needing rescue gave you pause, seriously making you reconsider your plan. The snap of a twig from further into the trees sent your head whipping towards the sound. Your mouth went dry at the sight of Jonah Lannet, rifle leveled directly at the wolf, creeping into the clearing.

“Step away from that beast you dumb child, you have no idea what a monster he really is.” He growled threateningly.

All he did was strengthen your resolve. Stepping carefully, you smoothly inserted yourself between Jonah and the wolf, clenching your fists. You drew on some deep indignation, some ancient authority that must have been imbued in you when you accepted your Master’s of Library Science diploma, and stared at him imperiously. Your voice was as sharp and cold as honed steel as you spoke.

“You will lower your rifle when you speak to me Jonah Lannet. And if you ever set a trap on my property again, I will have the sheriff attend your house immediately. Who knows what poison and other torture devices they might find there.” Your insides were trembling like jelly, the word ‘monster’ rebounding around your brain, but you grit your teeth and stomped it down. Poured all your disdain for the old man into your unwavering glare.

His eyes locked on yours, trying to challenge your resolve, to cow you into breaking the eye contact. Time became irrelevant, you did not care how long it would take, you would not budge. Eventually he spit a disgustingly generous gob of chewing tobacco at your feet before turning, muttering to himself bitterly as he ambled off towards his home.

Once you could no longer hear his footsteps you let out a slow exhale before turning back to the trapped animal. Its expressive eyes had never left you, and you could have sworn they held shock as you slowly crouched, pulling on the gloves, as you continued to speak in a low, gentle tone.

“I am going to cover your face now, just take it nice and easy, I’m here to help you.”

You knew there was no way the wolf could understand you…. right? But the tone had worked with the previous animals you had rescued from Jonah.

‘Monster.’ Jonah’s voice echoed in your mind, and you swallowed tightly, covering its head…his head?...with a careful toss of the blanket. Pushing down on the springs of the trap with all your strength, it eventually creaked open, and the wolf pulled its foot free with a heart-rending vocalization of pain.

It thrashed away, tossing the blanket from its head as you pulled back, letting the trap snap shut so it could not injure anything else. You pulled off the gloves, standing to your full height. You were startled to see the wolf had not immediately bolted; that it was walking toward you. You were once again drawn to those eyes…a flash of Austin’s face, that first day you’d met him on the flat of your back, raced through your mind. Your eyes widened as you were finally able to place them.

Standing stalk still, you swallowed roughly as the cool wetness of the wolf’s nose pressed into your palm, the remarkably soft fur of its muzzle sliding along your skin. Taking a shaky breath, you ever so slowly lifted your trembling hand to softly lay your palm on the luxurious fur of its head. You bit your lip as it stretched its neck to press up into your touch, body leaning against your leg affectionately.

Cautiously, you lightly stroked your hand along its fur, overs its ears, smiling faintly at the contented sigh. After a minute or so, it stood fully, turning to head off into the trees. Putting pressure on its back leg, it stumbled with a whine, and you winced in sympathy.

“Let me help you…” You swallowed back your shock as it turned back to look at you. “Let me clean and bandage it, god knows how old and filthy that trap is…”

The wolf eyed you thoughtfully licking its lips nervously. You took a deep breath.

“Austin…please…” You held your breath, feeling more than a little insane, but the way his head snapped up sharply was all the confirmation you needed. Holy shit. You stepped forward, leaning down to grab the blanket before moving towards your house, looking back to see him limping along behind you.

You slowed your pace, holding brush out of the way to ease his path. There was no way you could have carried him, so you settled for walking with him encouragingly. The sound of a distant howl, echoing across the lake, and the answering cry of two other wolves nearby, sent chills down your spine. Austin would not stand a chance if the pack found him right now.

Austin seized the hem of your sleep shirt in his teeth and tucked up his injured leg, loping on his three good legs to hurry you toward your house. You scrambled alongside him, stumbling a little as he shoved you up the stairs with his muzzle against your butt, through your back door. You closed the door behind him, ensuring it was locked securely, before you turned to look at the massive wolf so out of place in your kitchen.

“I’ll get the first aid kit, just wait here.” You dropped the blanket and gloves by the door, getting towels and your first aid kit from the bathroom. He laid down on the rug in front of your sink, the injured paw outstretched to avoid putting any unnecessary pressure on it. You knelt beside it carefully and looked to him. “I’m going to start by rinsing it with saline…do you want me to cover your face again?”

He shook his head from side-to-side and you found yourself staring. It really was true…he shifted his leg a little, whining again, drawing your attention back to the injured paw in front of you. You grabbed the cannister of sprayable saline, gingerly lifting his paw to set it on a towel before spraying saline into each of the puncture wounds to flush them out. He whined and you apologized profusely, talking him through each step as you then bandaged and wrapped his paw.

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything for the pain…” You murmured, moving to sit on the ground next to his head. He shifted up onto his front paws to press his muzzle into your cheek affectionately, licking a long stripe up your jaw with his warm tongue, before shuffling along the floor to lay his head on your lap. His brow was furrowed in pain, and you gently laid one hand on his flank, stroking along his head and ears soothingly with the other.

His eyes drifted shut, a deep, contented sigh shuddering out of him. You continued to smooth his fur as his breath evened out, as his head grew heavier in your lap, as he fell asleep under your ministrations. You smiled sleepily, your own eyelids growing heavier by the moment. Feeling remarkably calm, and relieved to be not quite so insane, you fell asleep there on the floor, back resting against your lower cabinets.

When you opened your eyes the next morning, the weak light of dawn was filtering through the windows. You were cold, in only your sleep wear, and stiff from sleeping in a sitting position on the floor. You winced at the grey brightness, snapping your eyes shut immediately after opening them. The warmth under your palms, in your lap, reminded you of the events of the night before and you slowly re-opened your eyes. Laying there, head still in your lap, was a very naked Austin. At some point, he had shifted back to a human. His arms were wrapped around your back and in front of your crossed legs, holding you tightly.

You quickly averted your gaze and tried to cover him with a towel to protect his modesty. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of.

Despite your efforts to avoid disturbing him, his breathing changed, a sigh escaping his lips before his long eyelashes swept up to reveal those eyes. They were truly so striking; you felt foolish for not making the connection sooner. They looked at up you filled with awe then. Carefully disentangling himself from your lap, he rose to sit beside you, cupping your face with his warm palms. It made you shiver as his slender fingers stretched all the way the sensitive flesh of your ears.

“You’re still here…” He breathed; voice gravelly as he spoke for the first time that day.

Your eyebrows pulled up in surprise, somehow finding the statement unexpected.

“What do you mean? You’re hurt…I couldn’t just leave…” Your words were cut off by the press of his warm lips to yours in a deep and appreciative kiss.

Shifting closer, your arms slid around his waist, making him inhale sharply and pull back from your lips.

“Shit, you’re freezing.” His hands released your face to rub along your arms to try and warm them with friction.

“Sorry…” You murmured, licking your lips, still savouring the taste of his kiss.

He groaned openly as he watched the path of your tongue.

“Truly I have never encountered someone so innately arousing. You have no idea, do you?”

That was the second time he had startled you that morning. Heat flooded your cheeks; travelled down your neck and chest.

“And then you smell so fucking good, I’ve been hard for weeks…” He continued frankly, hands traveling up your arms to grip your back. “Didn’t even know your name…but I knew I would remember your scent for the rest of my life.” He pulled you forward from your seat against the cupboards, turning your body to lay you on the rug that was still warm from his body heat. “And then you protected me…you saw what I really am, and you stayed.” He settled over you, resting on his forearm while his other hand cupped your face again. “You’re stuck with me now…I’ll never be able to let you go.” He spoke the last in a hushed whisper against your lips before subjecting them to a meltingly sensual kiss that ignited a fire deep in your abdomen, the heat of it radiating outwards, warming your chilled extremities.

You had been paralyzed by the emotion behind his words, staring at him wide-eyed, easily manipulated by his strong hands. But as he kissed you, you found the ability to move again, arms snaking around his torso to hold to him, legs parting to accommodate him. He quickly took you up on the invitation, settling between your thighs, pressing tightly against your pelvis. He had not been lying, you could feel his stiff cock pressing against you through the soft, thin fabric of your clothing.

Hearing your hungry moan, he rolled his hips forward, teasingly, pressing against the source of your pleasure. Your lips tore from his as your head fell back, gasping for breath raggedly.

“Feeling warmer now?” He smirked crookedly, watching your face ravenously as his hips continued rocking against you, more moans tumbling from your lips as your fingers dug into the skin of his back. Your inability to answer made him chuckle breathily before his hips stilled. He shifted back, ridding you of your clothing with gentle expediency before laying you back down. You shuddered as you felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent greedily before his tongue mapped the skin of your torso. His mouth was scorching compared to your cool skin, making your back arch needily, whimpering as he sampled the taste of your skin voraciously.

Lower and lower he moved, your legs parting further and further until your hips protested at the stretch, but your hint had not gone unnoticed. He nuzzled his face between your thighs, making you mewl at the subtle scratch of his facial hair against your fragile skin.

“You smell even better here, didn’t think it was possible…but here you go again surprising me.” He spoke huskily, hot breath brushing against you, making your thighs tremble.

His hands settled on your inner thighs, holding them apart before, at last, he caressed your throbbing desire with his lips. Your head snapped to the side with a cry – a combination of relief and pleasure. He hummed against your flesh appreciatively, the vibration traveling up your spine, before devoting his focus entirely to destroying your ability to think, to breathe, with his wickedly talented mouth. Just the right combination of plush lips, hints of sharp teeth, and the slick heat of his tongue. Your fingers anchored themselves in his sandy blonde locks, needing to hold to something to tie you to this plane as he pushed you further and further toward ecstasy.

A whimper of protest fell from your lips as he pulled back, fingers tugging along his pursed lips, wiping them clean as he sat up.

“Now I saw something…ah, there…” His long arm reached up onto the counter, grabbing the jar of coconut oil sitting there, ready to be used for cooking. Such a versatile product.

You raised up on your elbows to watch him curiously, chest rising and falling rapidly thanks to his diligent attentions. Your eyes fell on his erection, standing proud between his legs, head pressing against his stomach, weeping for attention. You licked your lips, but his chuckle drew your attention back to his face.

“Another time maybe, I just really need to be inside you right now.” He chewed his lip savagely as he opened the container, scooping a generous amount with his fingers, manipulating the semi-solid with his hot hands until they shimmered with slick. The kitchen smelled like a tropical vacation.

“Austin!” The feel of his fingers pressing at your entrance made you gasp, made you buck eagerly, made you slide off your elbows onto the flat of your back. Thrusting, stretching, stroking. One finger at first, then two, and ultimately three worked you open, trying to prepare you for his substantial cock.

“Oh fuck, now you smell like dessert.” He growled and used his other hand to spread more coconut oil onto his cock, exhaling thickly, jaw working in restraint. Pulling his fingers from inside you, he stretched over you, eyes seeking yours. “Are you ready?” He asked tenderly, even as his cock strained towards your slick warmth.

You nodded quickly, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down to kiss him wantonly. He groaned softly at your initiative and gripped his length, guiding it inside you, easing deeper and deeper, shuddering as your body took him in eagerly. His head hung over your shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open at the feel of your around him. You arched your neck back, overcome by his expression, by the fullness inside you.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, the side of your foot pressing against his ass cheek, spurring him forward until you had taken his entire length.

“Fuck yes…” You exhaled, voice trembling as you clung to the back of his neck.

“Greedy little guardian angel, aren’t you.” He panted against your lips before rocking his hips forward, making you both exclaim in sweet agony.

The pace he set was not too fast, but neither was it too slow. It was a steady, insistent rhythm that reflected your mutual need to find release. Cries and moans sounded around the pair of you, clinging to one another, bodies moving synchronously as though your coupling was not your first, but your thousandth.

“You’re close…” He breathed against your kiss-bruised lips, reading the indications of your body clearly.

“Uh huh!” You agreed, voice tight with impending bliss.

He sped up then, the last of his restraint hanging by a thread, desperate to watch you cum. Desperate to join you. The wail that accompanied your orgasm was echoed with his hoarse cry as your climax caused his to overtake him. The feel of his hot, viscous release inside you prolonged your pleasure, made you shudder one last time.

You watched him collapse, boneless, onto the floor to your side. Breaths came rapidly and hearts raced as the aftereffects still had a hold of the two of you. Rolling to your side, you lay on his chest above his rapidly beating heart, smiling shyly as he lay his hand over yours warmly. You pressed your lips to his shoulder softly before pushing yourself up to try and locate the blanket.

“Where are you going?” He asked, eyes opening just enough to track your movements.

“I am not laying on this floor without a blanket again.” You spotted it near the back door and stood, knees admittedly still unstable, to go fetch it. You squealed a little in surprise as he stood and hauled you up into his arms.

“Bed is better…Where is it?” He grinned against your neck, wrapping your legs around his waist to get a better grip on you.

“Upstairs…” You mumbled and then tensed. “Wait! Your foot!”

“Oh, that’s already healed.” He grinned cockily and carried you up to the upper floor.

It was an open space at the top of the stairs, with some dormer windows, but no walls. You had turned it into your bedroom, with a reading nook and a desk tucked into the spaces beneath the windows. He sat on the edge of your bed, settling you on his lap as he sought the box of tissues on the night table.

“You’re leaking my cum all over.” He said, sounding incredibly pleased with himself, but cleaned you up with gentle tenderness before tucking the two of you under the cozy blankets.

You wanted to spend more time in that moment, soak in the afterglow, but the warmth of the blankets combined with his body heat had you blinking drowsily.

“Sleep” He whispered softly, kissing your temple, guiding your head to rest on his chest. You gave in with a dreamy sigh, tension leaving your body as you sunk into the deepest sleep you’d had in over a month.

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After all he had cursed the universe, he was utterly astonished that it had sent him you. He watched you fall asleep on his chest, drinking in the way your scent mingled with his, the softness of your skin pressed against him, the way your body leeched off his heat. A soft smile settled on his features, and he dozed patiently, frequently opening his eyes to bask in the fact that you were still there.

His biggest fear had failed to materialise. Not only had you figured it out on your own, which impressed him, you had taken care of him. And the way you had stared down that crazed hillbilly…it made his heart tighten fondly at the memory of it. It was edging closer to noon by the time you woke with a languid stretch against him. He swallowed thickly, gritting his teeth against the immediate rush of blood to his groin, and took a slow breath.

“Hey.” You murmured up at him shyly, undoing all his hard work.

“Hey.” He rasped back at you, but much to his delight you crawled up his body and had your way with him.

He cradled you against his chest warmly as you came down from the high, fingertips running up and down your spine soothingly.

“We should get some food…” He finally admitted, reluctant to leave the bed, to let go of you, but he was beyond starved which meant you were probably hungry too.

The two of you combined your efforts, made a very large breakfast, and took it back to bed. Once bellies were full, he swallowed and asked if you had any questions. You had been exceedingly gracious, not mentioning it once, but despite his fears he could see the curiosity in your eyes. Hesitantly, you started to ask questions, polite superficial ones at first. As he started to answer them, started to open up, there was such a relief. A weight lifted from his shoulders; a knot loosened beneath his breastbone. Once he started talking it was hard to stop.

You listened so closely, giving him the right minimal encouragers, the right follow-up questions, which had him spilling his darkest secrets. He hadn’t noticed the tears blurring his vision as he spoke, tugging at his fingers, stroking his neck, pulling at his lips absently. Hadn’t noticed them until you reached out to gently wipe them from his cheeks. He felt your touch, not just on the surface, but in that dark place deep inside him where he had thrown all the anguish in hopes of it being forgotten.

It all came spilling out of him and you pulled him close, guiding his head to lay on your shoulder. He was completely weakened by your patience and support. Eventually he had nothing to hide. He was emotionally stripped and laid bare before you, and still you held him, stroking his hair, murmuring words of comfort.

He truly would never be able to let you go.

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meet jax hendrix sonny's ex boyfriend aka cheating douche bag portrayed by austin butler.

about jax hendrix

jax was just a normal guy in wisconsin. small town that was putty in his hands. he's an arrogant asshole who believes he can get away with anything. and he can. how? no one actually knows. he jumps from girl to girl to girl without a care in the world. relationships? not his thing. games? oh, he loves to play a lot.

after a year of being broken up with sonny, he found himself becoming a hunter after nearly being attacked by an evil spirit. remembering everything she taught him. in that moment, this douche bag believed that he could become a hunter. was he good? annoyingly so. did use it as an advantage to hit on women? absofuckinglutely. does he show up at sonny's safehouse from time to time to taunt her? y e s. considering sonny has a "never turn a hunter away" policy... well, he uses it as an advantage.

their history

as a hunter, you rarely find a stable relationship in this world. any time sonny tried dating anybody, anything supernatural would find them - which led to her saving them and them noping out. until she met jax.

they met when she was undercover on a hunt and they hit it off. him flirting with her the entire time, even after he found out the truth of her life. in his words, "i'm okay with it." and the two found themselves in a relationship.

everything seemed like a fairytale at that point. they dated for about three years. sonny was head over heels for him and believed he was the one. he was her forever. until those dreams came crashing down the moment she was on another hunt and caught him at a bar, making out with another girl. confronting him as a fake fbi agent, she pulled him to the side. he didn't feel any remorse, any guilt.

jax: i don't want to be with a hunter.

sonny: then why did we waste three fucking years?! why couldn't you just dump me instead of cheating??

jax: where's the fun in that?

cue her punching him in the face and walking off.

after that, sonny knew that deep down, there was no happily ever after when you're a hunter. she wasted three years on a guy who just wanted to play with her emotions. to see how soon she could catch onto his games. thanks to him, sonny would rather not be in a relationship. just focusing on taking care of everyone that enters the safehouse and making sure they stay happy. someone has to be, right?

#𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 . . . guest muse #𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 . . . jax hendrix #AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IN COMES THE DOUCHE BAG

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toulousewayne · 1 year

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Green Arrow: Hunted

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This is a concept for a Green Arrow movie, which is a direct sequel to the Green Arrow and Black Canary film.

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Synopsis:Oliver Queen returns home after being away on League business. He finds a string of murders with arrows begins to tarnish his reputation in his city. He needs gonna help to stop the murders before he becomes prime suspect number one.

Rating: PG-13

Runtime: 2 Hour, 19 Minutes

Release: June 15,2029

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Cast:

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow…Austin Butler

Roy Harper/Arsenal……Jake Austin Walker

Malcolm Merlyn/ Dark Archer……Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

Mia Dearden/Speedy…..Sabrina Carpenter

Cameos:

Dinah Lance/Black Canary…….Chloe Bennett

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Concept Art: All Artwork belongs to the original artist‼️‼️‼️

Green Arrow:

Malcom Merlyn:

Arsenal:

Speedy:

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Plot:

Oliver returns to Star City and finds a string of murders have created a problem for him.

He rides to the Glades and finds a warehouse. It was formerly owned by Maxwell Lord.

He finds three prominent political leaders murdered by green arrows. The S.C.P.D. Are about to swat the building g and GA as to escape. Several swat members fire at him and throw tear gas into the building. He’s nearly captured until a young blonde girl in all black sets off the fire alarms. She tells GA to follow her, and she leads him underground a tunnel and they escape.

She introduces herself as Mia, she tells GA that Dinah asked her to follow him and watch his back. Irritated he tells her he’s not a rookie, she tells him that he doesn’t understand that with his absence that crime as skyrocketed.

She shows him news reels of the last several murders and tells him that he’s been all but officially charged for the murders. She tells him that she wants to help him. He gives her a device and tells her he’ll be in touch and leaves.

He returns returns to the cave where he’s creating a crime boards from the last four murders and examines clues and other evidence. He gets a call from Dinah, and he asks her why she sent Mia to him. They get into a fight and he hangs up before returning to his investigation.

Roy exits from a seedy dive bar and see the man he’s been following the last three nights. A man by the name of Arthur King who is somehow connected to the District Attorney and the Police Captain murder’s.

Roy is trying to find the man when a waitress , who works at the bar takes his order. She being chatting with Roy who tells her he’s busy and Mia tells him the man he’s looking for rarely comes in here but she’s heard his name a couple of times. Roy beings to think of ways to draw him out.

Oliver attends a broad meeting with several overseas chairmen the next morning. He meets Malcolm Merlyn a wise and wealthy businessman from Star City himself, but works mostly in his China department.

Oliver and Merlyn have passive aggressive conversations throughout the meeting which comes to an end with Merlyn smirking and telling Oliver they’ll have to carry this conversation later. Oliver watched him leave when when his phone buzzes with a signal from Mia.

Mia is waiting in an alley when Green Arrow jumps down from the fire escape, and asks her what’s going on. She tells him that she find all the victims have some sort of connection to Queen Industries. The DA and Captain were apart of the Queen Act to protect the Glades, the first victim was a reporter who first broke the story and the second victim was the Vice President of a company partnering with Queen Industries to support the Act.

GA asks her how she solved that so quickly and she jokily tells him because she’s just the smart. And before either of them can continue severs black arrows nearly pierce them. GA causes a smoke screen and takes Mia to the rooftops. He tells her to stay out of sight and he ventures farther into the open and quickly dodged more arrows.

A Dark Archer appears and tells Green Arrow that he is in his way of killing his remaining targets. GA and the Archer fight on the rooftop,but the Archer defeats and nearly kills GA.

Mia takes Green Arrow’s bow and scattered arrow and fires a lucky shot nicking the archer. He tells GA that he won’t be so lucky next time, and throws a smoke bomb disappearing.

Mia helps Green Arrow and he tells her she’s not a bad shot for a rookie. Back on his feet he tells her she can’t go home because the Archer will not be looking for her too. She tells him she’s doesn’t have much of a home life anyway. He had her join him on his bike and he takes her to his Arrow Lair.

He tells her she can stay here and he reveals his identity to her. She’s shocked and asked why did he do that. And he tells her any friend of Dinah is a ally in his eye, and the fact she saved him.

Mia is overjoyed to see the Arrow cave. Oliver begins patching himself up and he’s trying to talk to Mia and get to know her. She briefly tells him about her life in the Glades. Oliver tells her that he doesn’t judge her, him misjudging people is what cost him a lot of things and people. Mia noticed a display with a suit that was once Speedy’s and she asks about it which he dismisses.

Roy is suiting up while listen to several sound clips from bugs he planted. He takes his bow and fires a arrow and zip lines across the street to the Emerald Hotel. He breaks into it and is inside the penthouse. He lures around looking for evidence and he quickly dodged several black arrows.

Mia fires three arrows in the archery training ground. Which Oliver comments on her natural instinct. She tells him where she’s from if you can take the shot, you take it and don’t miss. Just then his computers ring with a board set.

The two see a video of a bruised and bloody Arsenal. The dark archer comes into frame and taught Ollie. He tells him he couldn’t stop him, and he’s gonna fail to save his former protégé. He tells him meet him in one hour alone or he’ll kill Roy.

Mia tells Ollie he can’t go into this without thinking it through. He resuits up and Mia tried stops him and tells him he’s walking into a trap. And Dinah would want him to think it through before charging into this blindly. He tells her that this is personal now and he grabs his uniform and bow and leaves to get ready.

He arrives at a Queen Industrial construction site and ventures into it. He makes it to the thirteenth floor where he finds and an unconscious Roy, he checks his pulse before and arrow nearly takes out his hand.

The archer appears from the shadows with his bow drawn. And he tells Oliver he’s been waiting for this. The two engage in a battle of bows,arrows and hand-to-hand combat.

Mia sneaks off the elevator and speeds to Roy who’s slowly waking up. He brings to speak but she reassures him she’s a friend and begins to cut his restrains.

Oliver fires a Arrow that releases a bright flash and he knocks the archer into a dry wall. The Archer draws a hunting knife and attack GA.

Mia frees Roy and assists him towards the elevator. He asks her does she work for the Emerald Archer and she gives him a sassy response.

GA gains the upper hand and manages to tussle and unmask the Archer as Malcolm Merlyn. He tells Oliver that he figured he remembered him from their meeting but he tells him it doesn’t matter because he has one last person to kill and take Oliver down. He throws a dart and it injects a toxic into Okie who stumps back off the roof.

Ollie regains his bearings and uses arrows to stop his fall.

He saves him self and takes an antidote. And catching his breath while laying on a support beam.

When he returns to the lair Mia manages to help a now alert Roy Harper,but when the two men lock eyes the air goes stale in the room.

Oliver tries to speak to Roy who immediately tries to leave and the two get into a heated argument. Dinah appears and tells them to stop it.

She tells Ollie to back down and he does. Dinah tells Roy to get dressed and to meet her outh side.

The two go to Big Belly Burger and she asks him where he’s been. It’s not a great conversation at first but once she gets him to open up it all dawns on her what happened between them, and she tells Roy she’s sorry she didn’t know nor did she know what fully happened between them but she tells him it’s time to make amends with Ollie but he must do it on his terms. Not hers and not his but his own.

Merlyn arrives to his penthouse and enter his Dojo. He take out a large vital and leaves again.

Mia attempts to get the true from Ollie who tells her messed up. He wasn’t the best role model and he didn’t think through his decisions. He pushed Roy away.

Roy tells him he didn’t push him away. Dinah ask Mia to come with her for a moment.

Roy and Oliver have a heart to heart and Oliver apologizes for throwing him out and not helping him through his addiction and Roy tells him he doesn’t blame. Ollie tells Roy he’s the little brother he never had and he’s proud of his recovery.

Mia and Dinah hug and Dinah tells her that she has to go. But she wanted her to know she’s glad the boys have someone just as headstrong looking after them. She tells her she figured she be staying around and she tells her that she wants her to not let her past define her, she’s her own person and deserves to live her life. She tells her the guy in the Glades who keeps coming to collect will no longer bother her.

Mia thanks her and tells her she doesn’t know what to do now. And she’s Mia that it’s her own life and it’s up to her. Oliver comes up to them and Mia tells Dinah thank you and hugs her before leaving to head back inside.

Ollie and Dinah share a sweet moment before she gets on her bike and tells her not to miss her to much, before she speeds off.

The next day Ollie arrives in his office to find it eerily quiet. Green smoke engulf his office and he collapses. The last thing he see are a pair of black boots.

Roy arrives in the Lair to find Mia training with a dummy. He ends up teasing her before helping her perfect her stance. His phone buzzes and it’s Oliver. The entire top floor of Queen Industries is on lockdown with Oliver trapped inside. He grabs her suit and tells her he has to go. She eyes a few spar bows and smirks to herself.

Oliver walks up tied to a chair with Merlyn standing before him. He reveals why he’s doing this to Oliver he wants revenge for because when he first met Oliver in the League he was overlooked by Ra Al Ghul as a successor for Oliver after the original too turned down the offer. He felt could never gain the status he worked for. He wants Oliver to feel what it’s like to have everything you’ve worked for and have it taken from you.

Roy arrives at Queen Industries and breaks into the ventilation shaft and rushes to Oliver.

He arrives in the lobby and is ambushed by Assassins who work for Merlyn. He makes quick work of them before taking the stairwell, he fires a grappling-arrow to the top floor.

Marylin tells him he has planted evidence in the room and when the police storm inside they will pen all the murders on Oliver and he will spend the rest of his life in prison. A red Arrow nearly hit Merlyn. “You’re not going anywhere”

Arsenal and Merlyn being to fight through the top floor and Oliver manages to get his restrains off. He charges Merlyn and they crash throw a window onto the rooftop balcony.

Merlyn throws smoke and flees but Oliver rushes after him with Roy in tow.

They climb onto the roof and fight Merlyn. A black chopper arrives for Merlyn who tells them it’s been fun but he’s ending it once and for all, he pulls a detonator from his pocket and warns the two men he planted explosives throughout the building and will kill them all.

A golden arrow knocks the device from his grasp. Mia in a makeshift Speedy costume winks at Merlyn who is punched and knocked out by Oliver. The chopper beings to fire at them when Roy fires a explosive arrow at the chopper which catches the tail. The chopper brings to descend towards them and Oliver tells them to run. He grabs Merlyn and they jump off the building.

Roy and Mia fire rope arrows to a nearby building and Roy grabs Oliver’s arm and they land on the building just as the chopper crashes on the rooftop.

Oliver removes his jacket and tie and tells them he has to collect the evidence but Mia hands him a black bag. She tells him she grabbed it before she came onto the roof. Oliver thanks them for their help and turns to find Merlyn is gone from his restrains.

The three of them turn back to Queen Industries building engulf in flames.

A time skip of two weeks later Oliver is holding a press conference on the steps of Queen Industries and talks about the murders of his associates, the attack on him and tells Star City he will not stop until the city is safe. Through his conference Mia is training in the lair, Roy drives red convertible passing the now leaving Star City sign with a small photo of him and Oliver on his dashboard, and Merlyn is watching from a town car from across the street and tells the driver to proceed.

His tells the reporters and press he will not fail this city before the camera pans upwards towards the city before a last short scene of Green Arrow over looking the city when Mia joins him in a new suit. He jokes with her before they fire their arrows and swing towards the city and it fades to black.

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