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[thegettingbyp2]

You're such a great writer! Could you share your writing history with us? Like what got you started, what kind of writers or stories inspired your "writing voice", the little things you enjoy writing, the things you struggle with, maybe what inspired you to do writing prompts/asks? GIVE US THE DEETS, FRIENDO. YOU'RE COOL.

Thank you so much! It means so much to me that you like my writing! With what got me started, I don't really know to be honest, I remember loving reading fanfic and just deciding to try my hand out at it and it turned out to be something that I actually really enjoyed doing!

My writing voice comes from my own inner monologue. So many of the fics I write, whenever I plan them, I think about how I would react or act in that kind of situation and kind of let it go from there and hope that it turns out well.

I love writing the cute fluffy moments and the moments when the characters get to say something really meaningful because I feel so proud that my little brain managed to think of it! I guess the things I struggle with are probably smutty fics (which I still absolutely love writing) I just get in my head a little bit with it that all of my smut fics end up sounding the same so I think they're the one's I'm always the most nervous about posting.

I decided to start taking requests because I love requesting things myself and I know how happy it makes me when I see a fic that I requested get posted and I wanted to be able to do that for people! It's also really nice to share my love of different characters/actors (especially Austin and all of his characters!) with people that love him in the same way! For me, writing fics is such a fulfilling way of relaxing for me because I can just immerse myself in the fic I'm creating.

I hope that was the kind of thing that you were looking for and thank you so so much for asking! It's been really nice to sit and actually think about why I do this :)

#austin butler #aaron tveit #johnny knoxville #steve harrington #aaron hotchner #anthony bridgerton #stefan salvatore #jess mariano #elvis presley #gale cleven #buck cleven

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Hello! New to your account but i love your spencer reid x reader!!! 💕

Saw ur requests are open so im grabbing this opportunity to request a jealous spencer reid hehe something like they’ve been friends and then something happened, jealous!spencer appears lmao idk how to explain things lol

Thank you tho! Love lots!

The Way I Love You

Spencer Reid wasn’t someone who inherently hated anybody. But he hated your boyfriend. At first, he thought that it was because the two of you had been best friends for so long, he was the only person you fully confided in, and then you met James and, all of a sudden, everything changed. You’d spend more time with him and then you’d go and see a film that Spencer thought the two of you were going to see together. However, it really clicked for him the first time he saw you kiss him.

Spencer Reid was in love with you. And he hated that James plucked up the courage to ask you out first.

However, the longer you were with James, the more Spencer could see just how one-sided your relationship with him was. More and more, you’d come into work disheartened because he’d cancelled yet another date night and then whenever you’d bring him to the infamous dinners at Rossi’s, you’d be the one trying to sit with him only for him to find an excuse to wander away. It broke Spencer’s heart to see you quickly shake off the feeling of disappointment to follow him, and how you’d be glowing with happiness as soon as he showed you the slightest bit of affection.

It was when you came into the office for the fifth day in a row, with your eyes red-rimmed, that he felt all of the anger and jealousy he’d been feeling for the entirety of yours and James’ relationship bubble over the top.

‘He cancelled again, didn’t he?’ Spencer asked when you sat at your desk next to him, not really needing an answer.

‘Just drop it, Spence,’ you replied, sounding exhausted.

‘What was his excuse this time? Couldn’t be bothered? Too tired?’

‘Spence, please.’

‘When are you going to see that he’s only around when he wants to be, (Y/N)? That he only wants you, uses you when he wants to get his dick wet!’ Spencer’s voice had risen as he spoke and the volume of his voice paired with what he said caused your eyes to widen and to be thankful that the two of you were the only ones in the office at the moment. You’d been friends with Spencer for 7 years and not once had you heard him speak like that.

Not knowing how to respond, all you could think to do was to get up and leave the room. You heard Spencer call out your name as he got up from his own seat to follow you but you refused to turn around. The only thing that stopped you was Spencer’s fingers wrapping around your wrist, pulling you to a halt. ‘How could you say that?’ you asked, your voice a barely there whisper as tears filled your eyes when you looked up at Spencer. His eyes softened and he tugged you into him slightly closer.

‘(Y/N), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I just hate seeing you accept the way he treats you. You don’t deserve to be with someone who loves you like he does. His love’s like a disease, (Y/N), and if you let it carry on for much longer then you won’t be able to step back and you’ll be stuck with him.’

‘Yeah? If he doesn’t love me the right way, what is the right way someone should love me?’ you asked, lowering your eyes, not wanting to get your hopes up.

‘You should be loved by someone who loves you the way I love you,’ he blurted out and your head shot up to look at him. ‘You should be loved by someone who knows how lucky they are to be loved by you. Someone who would bring you flowers just because he saw them and thought of you. Someone who wants to be around you all the time, even if it’s just to sit in the living room together and watch TV and - ’

Spencer’s words were cut off when you stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder as you felt a few stray tears fall from your eyes. As he had been speaking, you’d realised that not only did you want a love like that, you wanted a love like that with Spencer and you felt yourself relax when his arms wrapped back around you like a vice.

‘Ask me,’ you said, your voice muffled by the fabric of his cardigan.

‘What?’ Spencer asked, wanting to be sure of what you were asking of him in order to avoid making a fool of himself.

‘Ask me what you want to ask me?’ you repeated, pulling back slightly to look at him, a small smile playing on your lips.

‘Leave him? Go on a date with me?’ Spencer asked shyly, knowing that what he was asking of you was a lot.

In response, you reached up on your toes and pressed your lips gently to his. ‘Consider him left,’ you said against his lips, making him sigh happily against you as he deepened the kiss.

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds

[thegettingbyp2]

Can you do an Aaron oneshot? reader sees him in Sweeney for the first time. Married or dating. Doesn’t matter.

Hiya, I'm not writing for Aaron tveit at the moment. Really sorry!!

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Hi! Sorry I've been so quiet on here, I've just started a new job so I've been trying to get into the swing of things! I've seen all of your requests and I'll definitely write them it just might take me a little longer at the moment but feel free to still send in requests!! I'm also watching Suits at the moment and obsessed with Harvey Specter so when I've finished, I'll probably open requests for him too!!

#austin butler #elvis presley #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #buck cleven

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Request: Feyd really likes his new wife's hair.

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When you stepped off of the ship the moment you landed in Arrakis, Feyd felt his breath catch in his throat, something he was unused to and tried to disguise as clearing his throat. He thought you were beautiful with your delicate features, wide, innocent eyes, but the thing that caught his attention the most about you was your hair.

Feyd was used to his pets and all of the other Harkonnens, so when he saw your beautiful brown waves cascading down past your shoulders, he was immediately intrigued. He made his way over to you, ignoring your father and the rest of his men beside you and bowed slightly, holding his hand out in a position that easily allowed you to slide your hand into his.

‘My lady, it’s an honour to finally meet you,’ he said clearly, bringing the back of your hand to his lips and brushing his lips across your knuckles gently, smirking to himself slightly when he felt your hand twitch lightly in his grasp. ‘I’ve heard nothing but good things.’

‘A pleasure to meet you too, Na-Baron,’ you replied, your voice soft and kind despite the nerves that were currently running through your body. You’d known that this day was coming for years, you’d been promised to Feyd-Rautha since you were thirteen and, now that you were of age, you were to move in with him and get to know him before your impending wedding.

Once all of the introductions were out of the way, your parents left with the Baron, giving you and Feyd some time. He started by showing you around the place you were now to call home before you both reached the final door.

‘What’s behind this door?’ you asked, having a pretty good idea but being too nervous to properly ask.

‘This is our room,’ Feyd replied, watching your face intently for your reaction and, as much as he liked your hair, in this moment, he hated it. Hated the way you could pull it across your shoulder to hide your face. Without thinking, he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear, trailing his fingers gently across your cheek. ‘Your bags are already inside.’

You nodded gently before smiling softly at him before he opened the door. Leading you inside, you were surprise to find that Feyd had thought ahead and had added some decorations that you knew didn’t belong to him along with a dressing table with a large mirror sitting opposite the bed. ‘It’s lovely,’ you said, looking over at him, ‘thank you.’

Not knowing how to reply, Feyd nodded at you and stepped forward. You’d noticed all day that his eyes seemed to constantly trail to your hair and this time was no different. His hand came up and, just before he got close enough, he abruptly stilled his hand, moving his eyes to look into yours before speaking. ‘May I?’

‘Yes,’ you replied, your voice coming out in barely a whisper. All of a sudden, you felt his fingers weave through your hair, a look of fascination on his face. Hesitantly, he reached out with his other hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you slightly closer as he moved his face until he was inches away from yours. ‘You like my hair?’ you asked, not knowing how to react with him so close, his scent filling your senses, making you fight to keep your eyes open.

‘It’s beautiful,’ he replied simply, tearing his eyes away from your hair to look into your eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat. ‘No one else here has hair like yours, I love it, but I hate it too.’

‘You hate it?’ you asked, furrowing your brows slightly in confusion.

‘I hate how you can use it to hide yourself, like it’s a shield you can put up. I want to know everything about you and it’s…frustrating when you hide behind your hair. I’m not used to feeling like that,’ he confessed.

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your lips, turning your body until you were face to face with him. ‘I can always wear my hair up?’ you suggested, failing to hide the smile in your voice as you spoke.

Feyd let out a laugh, a sound that you weren’t expecting to hear from him, nodding as he closed the last bit of space between you both, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he looked at you. ‘I’d like that very much.’

#feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha imagine #dune part two #austin butler

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Hi! I keep seeing people talking about fics about how Buck got his matching scars on his cheeks and I can't find any! If you know of any, please please please let me know, I'm desperate to read them!!

#buck cleven #buck cleven x reader #buck cleven imagine #gale cleven imagine #gale cleven x reader #gale cleven #masters of the air #austin butler

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi! I keep seeing people talking about fics about how Buck got his matching scars on his cheeks and I can't find any! If you know of any, please please please let me know, I'm desperate to read them!!

#buck cleven #buck cleven x reader #buck cleven imagine #gale cleven imagine #gale cleven x reader #gale cleven #masters of the air #austin butler

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Sweet Nothin’ (a Austin Butler one shot)

I haven’t even reread this to make sure it makes any sense. Apologies and I hope y’all had a good thanksgiving!

Warnings: 18+ PIV Smut, cream pie, sweet possessiveness??? sex in a bathroom at a thanksgiving party 🍁

Summary: the worst thing I’ve ever written but it came out of me in under an hour in the middle of the night…so…it’s thanksgiving neediness ok? 😏

Word count: my blurbs are 2,00 words long, uhem

Austin really is apologetic about the daggers he’s been glaring and the huffing breaths he’s been puffing, but the truth is: he needs you. Some stab of the old insecurity and loneliness creeping in as the holiday slams you both in the middle of his hectic filming schedule. Crowding you into the minuscule bathroom under the stairs as Friendsgiving is in full swing is the behavior of a much younger man, but the sight of you cracking up over a joke Sebastian Stan smirked into your ear has Austin forgetting it was him who you married, Austin is the guy who can make you laugh when you’re heartbroken, the one out of them all you chose to start a family with. Even if this holiday has been the most cobbled together and least sentimental of your collective lives. He feels apologetic about that too, how his schedule is now wrecking the very thing y’all promised to build for each other, home and traditions and a stable sense of belonging. It’s made him belligerent and possessive of what he does have and he’s been embarrassing you with his territorial shit in front of your friends. So now he’s drug you into this tight little half bath to remedy it.

“Austin what?-“ you're entirely concerned now as the door clicks behind you, all confusion from before gone as you realize he is neck deep in a needy funk during a public function and you didn’t recognize it sooner. “Baby what’s wrong, what did I do?” you whisper to him as your hands start rubbing his shoulders as his own have started to paw at you frantically.

“Nothin’!” he whispers back emphatically, hands coming to cradle your face and his eyes are watery, “Its just that I miss you, I miss you so bad and there’s a room full of people out there I gotta share you with and I just can’t anymore, I’m so sorry I’m so damn needy, I know but, but- can I have ya? Now?”

Your eyes must widen and betray your shock, as he suddenly looks guarded again and you fight to ignore everyone’s conversations coming muffled through the walls, shadows of passing footsteps visible in the space under the door, and the fact he’s almost too tall for the space.

Your moany husband thinks this’ll work and weeks of pushing himself too hard have led to this, he wouldn’t risk it if he wasn’t out of his mind, not so much with desire as need. The way he clutches your love handles and searches your face tells you leaving here without soothing him would be unthinkably cruel. He starts to pull away, remorse and castigation etched on his angelic features, your shocked silence having lasted a bit too long.

“Hey get down here!” you playfully hiss as you bring you hand to the back of his neck and force him to your level for a kiss, one you throw all your frustrations and devotion into, same as him.

The last few months have been shitty and y’all are tired and this season will turn and it’ll be spring again and things will look up. For now you settle for undoing his belt frantically to find that half of his attitude and shifty stances are due to a raging boner.

You choke on your laugh and give him a glare, “My poor man has been going around with this in his pants? That looks like it’s been suffering for awhile now.”

“Woke up needing you but you were busy cookin’.” he grins sheepishly, “Didn't wanna be a pain and bother you, but you won’t stop bending over to get shit out of the oven so-“

“You are never a bother!” you cry a little too loud for your public space, “You are never a bother!” you reiterate this time in a whisper, “I’ll never get over how much you want me and how loved that makes me feel.”

You go to kneel but he grips your elbow and tugs you back up, “Wanna be inside you, that’s what I need, baby, need to feel you all around. Can’t breath with all these people buzzing around me all day. Just need to be surrounded by you for a minute.”

“Sure, sure.” you should have known and you mentally smack yourself again for not being more attuned, you’ve really been in your own head lately. “Just one minute? Is that really how close you are?” you tease as you kiss him again before turning around and bending a little over the tiny counter, the dim mirror light casting you both in a cozy glow that caresses and shines his hair.

“Fuck, I’m afraid so, two minutes maybe.” his deep voices is undercut by a chuckle and you spread your legs a little further in encouragement, bracing for the stretch of taking him this impromptu.

You hear him moan at the sight of your pretty velvet dress pulled up to expose yourself and the pretty lines of your legs made glorious by your heels. He rubs the sides of your thighs as he shuffles up behind you and guides himself to your entrance.

“You ok?” he asks, “You obviously weren’t as hormonal as me.” you see him roll his eyes in the mirror and he looks guilty again at the feel of you being just moist enough, still too surprised by him pouncing like this.

You reach between your legs and cup him against you, grinding your clit down on his puffy head as the heavenly feeling of being this needed floods through you, stress and worry about the chatter right outside fading away. “Since when have you been shy about making your wife your cum dump, Butler?”

That does the trick, something saucy and a little threatening taking over his demeanor as he squats a bit to line himself up with your shorter stature and plunges into you at a slow and steady grind, an arm coming up to bracket your shoulders, the heat of his forearm resting just below your throat. It burns and drags uncomfortably further and deeper in you until that curve of his cock finally nudges against your spot, the one only he’s ever been bent enough to find, and it’s like someone dumped a bottle of coconut oil between you two, your jolt and gush simultaneous.

“There we go.” he says so low it’s almost a hum. He was watching closely for it, this gut clenching reaction of yours when he slides home, and seeing your furrowed brows ease and a shudder shake you beneath his hands he knows he can take what he needs, however he needs, now.

So he does, wrapping you up in a hug from behind and driving up into you again and again, frantic for closeness and assurance that you still want him most of all. He plants his boot on the toilet seat lid as the porcelain throne is right beside the sink in this cramped cupboard, and the angle drives him so deep he thinks he could wiggle his balls in if he really tried. The way your jaw unhinges in shock as you feel him pound demandingly at your cervix tells him you feel the closeness too, the way he’s possessing you and is as far in as any man ever will be inside you. It’s very juvenile of him to only be comfortable with his wife sharing a couch with a man if her pussy is used and dripping with his cum, but Austin’s always been a child at heart and it’s what he needs to make it a couple more hours at this function. The thought of you wiggling around all day with slick folds and a tingling clit is exactly what his heart needs right now.

His armbar tightens around your upper diaphragm and you feel him nearly pull you off your feet as he is causing you to lean back into his chest so far, as if he could absorb you into his ribs and tuck you next to his heart. It satisfies him more than the frantic clenching of your ill prepared pussy ever could, this pliant slump of your body against his. Something soothing settles in his chest where his heart was once hammering in a hollow cavern, and he registers your punched out breaths and tight heat all at once, the sex part having only been secondary compared to his need to merge with you.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck finally feeling united, your festive earring clanging against his forehead, and he moans -deep and needy and loud. You freeze up at that, the sheer volume of his rich voice echoing throughout the little room reminding you there’s friends with little kids right outside the door. Your sudden stiffness only tightens your pussy around his cock and he lets out another appreciative moan as his hips snap forward more insistently and you can tell he’s close by the way his eyes flutter and the fact he can’t shut up even as you whisper to him to “keep it down baby.”

The slapping sound of his balls against your ass is obscene and you realize if you want to ever face your friend group again you’re going to have to take charge of this boat and steer it to another port.

“Austin baby,” you try your best to keep your tone even as he jackhammers behind you, hands roaming over every velvet clad curve, “gotta switch us up baby, gotta give me a second, c’mon, full stop baby. Pull out.”

His hips stutter and he pulls his face up from your neck, eyes utterly unfocused and mouth twisted in pain at the idea of stopping right when he was so close. He’s still deep inside you and trying to process this apparent rejection when a rap sounds on the door making you both flench and he’s the one to squeak like a little mouse.

“Occupied, just a minute.” you holler back to god knows who as you try to turn around with a massive dick still in you and you attempt to shove Austin off of you by sheer force. It could never happen without his cooperation so thankfully he snaps out of his near orgasm haze and pulls out, nearly falling against the opposite wall in a heap as his legs shake from how close he is. His cock looks more like a wound than a penis right now, it’s so vibrantly angry, and you hope he was right that he won’t last long cause y’all have to stop this nonsense soon. You’ll get him home and tie him up and make him see how much you’ve missed him later, but for now, you’ve just gotta make your baby boy stop whining at such a high volume as precum dribbles to the floor from his precious dick.

“Wanna be in you, baby!” he whines and it’s the sweetest thing that he’s so torn up about being outside of you for five seconds that you take pity and hastily shuffle him where you want him,

“And you’ll have me, sweet boy, sit on the seat.” you refuse to laugh as he waddles with a dripping dick and pants around his ankles to sit on the toilet seat.

You unceremoniously take off your ruined panties and dangle them from your fingers as you sit back down on him, velvet pooling in the cradle of his hips. Like clockwork his throat vibrates and you can feel his moan before you hear it, a warning hand on his throat the only thing that makes him bite it back.

“Gotta be good for me baby,” you plead, pressing your forehead to his sweaty brow and placing your hands on his shoulders for leverage as you begin to ride him, “everyone knows I’m yours, don’t need to scar the kids do we?”

He shakes his head and tries to chuckle but it comes out as another groan which he clamps down by digging his teeth savagely into his bottom lip. “Sorry I get so jealous.” he whispers, voice hoarse from holding back, “just so damn angry I haven’t been around to make you laugh.”

“You know very well nobody but you thinks my morbid humor is funny, why would I go elsewhere?” you cradle his head as it falls backwards, the porcelain back of the toilet screeching as he slumps into it the closer he gets to his end, only his bottom half taught and thrusting up into you at a frantic pace. “And then there’s this,” you take one of his large hands, balled into fists as they are, and place it on your lower belly where the curve of his dick is poking through with each jab against your walls, “this crooked cock is one in a million, you know that? Can make me soaked in seconds. Magical, that’s what it is.”

His cry is opera worthy and you stifle it with a open palm against his mouth, his blue eyes wide above your hand and utterly remorseful but he can’t help himself, never can when he’s inside you. He moans like a paid whore whenever you ride him and it’s endearing except for when you’re in public. It’s endearing even then, just with a heavy side of embarrassment.

The vibrations of his moans tickle your palm and spit slicks it. Unable to cradle his head, gag his mouth and keep on bouncing in his lap at this pace, you take your panties and hang them in front of his blurry eyes until he gives a sharp nod and you shove them into his mouth, neatly tucking the silk scrap far back onto his tongue.

“Fank gue” he mumbles around them and you do laugh at that.

“You are so pussy drunk right now.” you giggle, feeling smug.

His happy smile, silver panty silk showing through pearly white teeth, makes your heart clench, “Ok baby, need you to come for me now. Your wifey is gonna put in the work but I need my baby boy to be good and fill me up so I’m not all raw and sore from this, ok? C’mon baby, let’s get you there.” you put your hands back on his shoulders and he buries his face in your sticky breasts, hands clutching at you as you impale yourself on him again and again.

You’re not gonna get there this time, it’s just out of your reach, but that not what this was about anyway. There’s always later and the fact Austin has shown an uncharacteristic lack of attention to get you there shows how little this was about cumming. It’s about acceptance and acknowledgment that things and life don’t always turn out how we want them, but that doesn’t color our love for each other and the people in it.

“I love you.” you state to his dazed and scrunched face, nose nuzzling his here in this tiny bathroom as he’s sat coming inside you on the toilet lid, mirror fogging up and the bowl of cinnamon scented poperi nearly wobbling off with each bounce of your hips. “We’re together baby, I’m always gonna want you. Fill me up.”

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Feyd-Rautha Masterlist

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#feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha imagine #feyd rautha smut #dune part two #austin butler

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maybe something like feyd x fremen reader.

Maybe she captured him he is just like strong women marry me.

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A/N: So I have changed the request slightly simply so it was a bit easier for me to write but I have kept the strong woman, I hope that's okay!

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You could feel the blood dripping down your face from the cut just above your eye and your hands instinctively moved to try to wipe it away, only to be snagged by the cuffs that were keeping them behind your back. You had been a part of Paul’s plan to defeat the Harkonnens and it was your job to plant a trap for them. You’d almost managed it until one of the soldiers found you, overpowering your quickly and calling for the Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha.

You’d heard many things about Feyd-Rautha, heard about the way he would fight in the arena and how skilled he was with a knife. His reputation made fear fill your body at the idea of coming face to face with him but you were determined to stay strong and not let him see that fear.

When he walked into the room where they had been holding you, you were surprised to find yourself attracted to him with his broad shoulders and ridiculously pretty eyes and you felt yourself shake yourself out of it before you let him see any weakness in you. You were so preoccupied in your own thoughts, you failed to notice his eyes light up slightly when he looked at you.

‘Leave us,’ Feyd commanded in a strangely seductive voice, not once taking his eyes off of you. As soon as the door closed and it was just you and Feyd in the room, he stepped closer, tilting his head as he looked at you. ‘When they told me that a Fremen had made it through our defences, I can’t lie, I was expecting a man.’

‘Sorry to disappoint,’ you replied sarcastically, causing Feyd to raise his brow at you.

‘I didn’t say I was disappointed,’ Feyd replied, pretty much cutting you off, a smirk beginning to play on his lips. ‘Tell me,’ he said, crouching down in front of you and running a finger down your cheek, making you shiver violently, ‘why are you following Paul Atredies?’

‘He’s the chosen one,’ you replied simply, meeting his gaze and refusing to be the first one to look away. Feyd seemed to like your attitude as he smiled at you, showing you a glimpse of his black teeth. You knew that you shouldn’t find him attractive, but there was something about him that drew you in. However, all for the strong front you’d been putting on in front of him, you couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping your lips when, in a flash, you felt the sharp edge of a knife pressing against your throat, but still, you refused to look away.

Feyd made a sound of approval in the back of his throat, keeping the blade against your skin as he leaned in further, completely invading your space as he looked at you. ‘You’re impressive,’ he said, sounding amused, ‘most Fremen I encounter end up begging me to spare their life but I have a feeling you’re not the type of person to do that, are you?’

‘Why would I do that when you’ll just kill me anyway? You might as well just get on with it.’

‘I’m not going to kill you,’ he replied, much to your surprise, ‘I think I’d rather keep you around a bit longer.’

‘Then do you mind taking the knife away from my neck?’ The bluntness of your tone had a laugh escaping Feyd’s lips and you struggled to hide the surprised expression on your face. Feyd slowly lowered the blade before discarding it on the floor and pulling you to your feet, keeping his hands on your arms to keep you balanced before one of his hands slid up to cup your face, his thumb brushing your bottom lip gently.

‘Pretty and strong-willed,’ Feyd mused, tugging on your bottom lip slightly as he looked at you. ‘You’ll make the perfect Na-Baroness.’

#feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha imagine #dune part two #austin butler

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Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*

Me:

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Hi.

I've seen that your requests are open now and I really like your writing.

I'm having a very bad day and I wanted to request something with Spencer and a female reader around his age as either boyfriend and girlfriend living together or husband and wife, with the reader having a day in which she is missing a close family member she lost recently a lot and Spencer comforting her.

If you sre going to write this, thank you💜.

If not, I totally understand.

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When Spencer walked through the door to your shared apartment he knew that something was wrong. Usually, when he came home, you were ready to rush into him, happy he was home, however, this time, he stepped into a silent apartment with you nowhere in sight.

‘(Y/N)?’ he called through the apartment but receiving no reply. He figured that you must have gone out until he saw your bedroom door swing open and your new puppy come running through the room to launch himself at Spencer. ‘Hey buddy!’ Spencer exclaimed, reaching down to pick the puppy up. ‘Is your mama home?’ The puppy began wiggling with excitement and turning his head back to the bedroom, making Spencer put him down. ‘Take me to mama then, buddy.’

He followed as the puppy ran back into the bedroom where Spencer saw you laying on the bed underneath a pile of blankets. He slowly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed before gently pulling the blankets away from your face, revealing your red, tear-stained eyes and he felt his heart break.

‘When did you get home?’ you asked, your voice hoarse from your tears.

‘Just now,’ Spencer replied softly, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. ‘Bad day?’

‘I just really miss him,’ you said, your voice breaking as your tears began to fall again.

‘Sweetheart,’ Spencer cooed softly before he moved underneath the blankets to gather you in his arms. As soon as you felt Spencer’s arms wrap around your body, your fingers moved to tightly grip at his shirt as you buried your face in his neck and let your tears flow freely. Spencer didn’t try to make you talk, just held you until your tears began to subside again and your breaths began evening back out. ‘Want to talk about it?’ he asked when you pulled your head out of his neck and gave him a small, watery smile.

‘It’s not fair,’ you said, frowning slightly in an attempt to keep the next wave of tears at bay. ‘He was so good and kind, and the unsubs you catch are awful but nine times out of ten, they’re okay and that’s not fair, Spencer.’

‘I know, sweetheart,’ Spencer replied, reaching out to cup your face, smoothing his thumb gently along your cheek. ‘It’s not fair, you’re right and I wish that there was anything I could do to help you and it hurts that there isn’t anything I can do and - ’

‘You just being here helps,’ you said softly, cutting him off. ‘You being here makes me feel better because I know that he’d love you. And I know that the pain is never going to go away but when I’m with you, you make it feel that little bit more manageable.’

Spencer looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes as he pulled you in close again, moving his hand to the back of your head. The feeling of Spencer’s fingers methodically scratching gently at your scalp had your eyes fluttering shut, exhausted from the day of grief and tears and pain, but knowing that you could breathe a little bit better now that Spencer was with you.

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Hi! I say this with the absolute least pressure and judgement whatsoever, I am truly curious: do you know if/when you'll be accepting requests for Aaron Tveit again? I don't know anyone who writes him like you do.

Again, no pressure or anything at all :)

Hi! I will be taking Aaron Tveit requests again at some point but, at the moment, I have absolutely no idea when yet, it could be a couple of weeks, it could be a couple of months but I'll make a post when I do open them back up :)

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Hello! Could you write a nurse x Buck story please? With some angst and fluff--maybe after a difficult mission? Thanks!

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You felt rushed off your feet. Whilst you were relieved to see all of the boys coming back from their missions, it broke your heart to see how hurt they were afterwards. However, you were grateful that, as a nurse, you were able to patch them up as best as you could. You’d counted yourself lucky so far that your boyfriend hadn’t been brought into your infirmary with a serious injury, something that you were thankful for every day. But this mission that they’d just flown sounded like it had been the worse one yet so when you saw Gale Cleven, walking through the doors, you were quick to have one of the other nurses finish what you were doing and you made your way over to him straight away.

‘What happened?’ you asked, worry colouring your voice as your eyes scanned his body. He was covered in scrapes, a nasty looking cut above his eye and you knew that in a couple of hours he’d have a few good bruises but, on the whole, he looked to be mostly okay.

‘I’m okay,’ he reassured you as you led him over to one of the beds and pushed down on his shoulders gently, making him sit down. ‘I don’t need to be here but Colonel wants me to get this stitched up. Go and help the others, I can wait.’

You gently took his face in your hands, being careful to avoid any of the cuts on his face and tilted his head so you could get a better look at the still bleeding gash on his brow. ‘You think I’m going to let anyone else come near this face with a needle?’ you asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

Buck chuckled softly before putting his hands on your waist and pushing you gently. ‘I’ll still be here when you’ve treated everyone else.’

‘Gale Cleven, let me do my job and sew you back up,’ you said with no room for argument. Buck looked at you with a soft smile playing on his lips before nodding, pulling you closer and keeping his hands on your waist while you got everything set up.

‘Are you okay?’ you asked gently as you carefully began to sew the wound closed.

Buck sighed heavily and you felt his fingers tighten on your waist for a moment before he replied. ‘It was bad up there today, we were surrounded. Men were abandoning their planes and parachuting out only to be hit mid-air. A couple of planes began targeting our plane and we couldn’t shake them, we lost a lot of men today, (Y/N). We weren’t even able to drop the bombs, we have to salvo them over the water.’ As his finished speaking, his voice trailed off and you moved your eyes down quickly to look into his only to see tears pooling in his eyes. You were quick to finish sewing the cut so you could put the needle down before cupping his face in your hands.

‘You did the best you could, you’re put in impossible situations that we can only hope you come back from. And you did the right things, dropping the bombs in the water because now no one else can get them. You’re going to be okay, Gale, I know you are,’ you reassured him, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. You heard him let out a shaky breath as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

‘I don’t know what I’d do without you,’ he mumbled against you.

‘Well, you wouldn’t have anyone stitch you up as well, that’s for sure.’

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It's Really Happening

Summary: Elvis comes back home to you after meeting about the Comeback Special and celebrates with you

When Elvis came bursting through the front doors to Graceland, you were pretty sure that you hadn’t seen him looking so happy in a long time. He seemed lighter and the excited glint that you saw in his eyes when they found you told you that something had just gone very well in his meeting.

‘There she is,’ he said, making his way over to where you were curled up on the long sofa, reading a book. He sat down next to you, pulled the book from your hands, making sure to set it on the coffee table and gathered your face in both of his hands to kiss you.

‘You seem happy,’ you said when he pulled away from the kiss, looking at you with a big grin on his face. ‘It’s nice to see you like this again,’ you added softly, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, smiling when he turned his head to place a kiss on the inside of your palm.

‘I am happy, baby,’ he replied, speaking in a low tone even though it was just the two of you in the room. ‘I’m coming back.’

‘What do you mean?’ you asked, your brows furrowing ever so slightly, the smile still playing on your lips.

‘I’ve just been and had a meeting with these two guys who are going to let me record a TV special but it’s not going to be like this Christmas thing the Colonel wants me to do. These guys are going to let me sing my old stuff, gospel, anything I want!’ he explained, his grin growing as he spoke.

‘That sounds amazing!’ you exclaimed, finding his excitement infectious. ‘How did you get the Colonel to sign off of it?’

‘He doesn’t know, I think it might be time to call it quits with him. If these guys are going to actually let me do what I want, I need to work with them.’ You watched as Elvis lowered his eyes to where both of your hands were intertwined in his lap and you knew that he was feeling guilty for thinking of leaving the Colonel when he was the one who had been with him for pretty much his whole career.

‘It’s probably for the best, baby,’ you agreed, never having liked the Colonel in the first place.

‘It’s really happening, baby,’ Elvis said, his eyes focused on you, ‘everything’s going to get back on track and I can stop doing those stupid films. Everything’s gonna be good again.’

‘Hey, I like those films,’ you protested, causing Elvis to yank you into him until he had you straddling his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders before sliding down to his chest, making him hum happily.

‘You have to say that,’ he murmured, his eyes trained on your lips.

‘I really don’t,’ you replied before closing the gap between your lips. Elvis’ arms tightened around you as your lips parted against his, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Elvis hummed happily against your lips and he let one of his hands drop down to your thigh, squeezing softly underneath the fabric of your skirt.

‘I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you, you know,’ Elvis murmured against your lips, smiling against you.

‘Yes, you would,’ you disagreed, pulling back and running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly which made Elvis groan quietly and buck his hips into you, making you bounce in his lap.

‘It wouldn’t be as fun, though,’ he replied cheekily before sliding his hand to the apex of your thighs, his eyes darting up to meet yours when he realised that you weren’t wearing any panties. ‘What’s this?’ he asked, raising his eyebrows at you as a smirk grew on his lips.

You felt your cheeks flush with heat as you buried your head in his neck, breathing in the familiar and comforting scent of your boyfriend. ‘Wanted you,’ you mumbled into his neck.

‘Yeah? You gonna ride me, pretty girl,’ he asked, pulling your head out of his neck to rest his forehead against yours. You nodded quickly, making Elvis grin at you before he lifted your skirt around your waist and slid a finger into you.

Elvis’ arm wrapped tightly around your waist as your hips began to buck against him while he thrusted his finger into you, his thumb coming up to rest on your clit, rubbing tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your arms draped over his shoulders, holding yourself close to him and breathing him in while you tried to move against the vice-like grip he had on your waist.

His finger moved slowly, keeping you on the edge of your orgasm as he listened to your whimpers and whines, smiling to himself at the knowledge that only he could pull these sounds from your lips. Pulling his finger out of you, he quickly undid his belt and pushed his trousers down just enough to free his cock, chuckling when he felt your body jolt as the tip of his cock, hit your clit.

You pulled yourself up onto your knees, still straddling his lap as he lined his cock at your entrance before helping you slide back down until you were seated in his lap once again. ‘You take me so well, baby,’ Elvis muttered when he felt you clench around him as you tried to adjust to his size.

When you began to grow impatient you lifted yourself up a couple of inches before letting yourself slide back down, pulling moans from both of you as you started up a rhythm of bouncing up and down in his lap, Elvis’ hands resting on your waist guiding your movements.

Due to him keeping you on edge, you found yourself hovering over your orgasm in no time and your whines and the way your fingers clenched on his shoulders told him as such. ‘You close, baby?’ he asked, smirking at you, knowing that you were.

You couldn’t speak so you replied only with a broken moan and a shaky nod, feeling your legs begin to give out from where you’d been bouncing on him. Elvis was quick to wrap an arm around your waist and slide his other hand up your back, keeping you steady as he planted his feet on the floor and began to thrust up into you.

From his angle he was continuously hitting that spot inside you that had you seeing stars and the only word you could utter was Elvis’ name as you let yourself tip over the edge, trusting that Elvis had you. While you were still floating in your post-orgasm haze, you felt Elvis thrust into you three more times before stilling, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you felt him fill you up.

You both stayed in the same positions for a few moments before Elvis lifted his head up to look at you, a hazy smile on his lips. ‘You okay, Satnin?’ he asked softly, moving one of his hands to your cheek, pulling you in to drop a soft kiss on lips.

‘Of course I am,’ you replied, looking at him fondly. ‘And I’m so proud of you, you’re going to be amazing in your special.’

‘Thank you, baby,’ he said, pulling your arms back around his neck and kissing you deeply.

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Feyd Requests

Hello! So I went to see Dune 2 (finally!) for the first time the other day and I loved it! I've decided that I'm now opening up requests for Feyd too! I can't promise how accurate they'll be to the Dune universe but I'll try my best!!

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