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The Soldiers Keeper ☆ SERIES - Ongoing
Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader | Angst heavy | Fluff | 18+
☆ A doctor, taken from your lab where you study degenerative muscular diseases, find yourself trapped and charged with caring for a living weapon. Terrified for yours and your family's safety, you must work to appease your captors and care for a man who seems haunted beyond words. And as time goes on, you begin to learn just how human the man really is.
→ Warnings: Graphic Violence. Angst. Description of Torture. Description of Wounds. Weapons. Heavy Angst. Slow Burn. Intimacy. Sexual Content. Smut. The Winter Soldier.
Summer Surprise ࿐࿔ Bucky Barnes
Age-gap 40s DBF Bucky Barnes x Mid-twenties Reader | Smut | 21.0k words
☆ You've been looking forward to kicking off the summer with a week on your dads new boat. You decide to have one last night of fun before committing to a week on the sea with your family. But you're thrown into a world of shock when you realize the older man you slept with, only days prior, is not only friends with your dad, but also joining you for the trip.
→ Warnings: Graphic Sexual Content. DBF!Bucky. Oral sex (M&F receiving. Mostly F.) Soft Dom!Bucky. Age-gap (40 y/o Bucky x mid 20s reader). Hand jobs. Hair Pulling. Light Choking. Heavy Teasing. Smug asf Bucky. Neck fixation. Body Worship. Wall Sex. Tension.
SMUT 18+ MDNI
Soldat
Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader | Angst | 18+
☆ The reader knew her soft hearted connection to her unwilling patient would become a tool her captors used against her. So, after escaping captivity only to find the soldier waiting in her motel room to retrieve her, she shouldn't have been shocked.
The Soldat's Touch
Winter Soldier!Bucky x Ex Doctor!Reader | Smut- Sexual content | 18+ MDNI
☆ You were once a doctor under Hydra's influence. Now you have your life back, but you see The Winter Soldier everywhere. And tonight, you just can't turn him away.
1940s Lover
1940s!Bucky x 1940s!Reader | Fluff heavy | Angst | 18+
☆She never thought a trip to the laundromat would end in her meeting the love of her life. She never thought a trip to the laundromat would change her life forever.
A love with Bucky through the years, starting in the 30s, flowing through a raging war and a looming goodbye.
SMUT 18+ MDNI
Like a Dream, Like a Memory
1940s!Bucky/Winter Soldier!Bucky x 1940s Reader | Longing | 18+
☆ Like a memory, he sees you in a dream.
Protective Friends (Right?) Bucky Barnes
Friends to lovers!Bucky x Reader | 2.7k words | 18+
☆Bucky gets protective when your boyfriend intrudes on a get together and goes a little too far.
Bucky Barnes with an Autistic Partner
Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader (gender not mentioned) | Fluff | 18+
☆Bucky with an autistic partner - Just a drabble
Just Rest ★ Bucky Barnes
Winter Soldier!Bucky X Engineer!Reader | Minor Angst | 1.2k | 18+
☆The Soldat's metal arm is damaged during sparring.
Just Take it *
Congressman!Bucky Barnes X Assistant!Reader
| Smut | 1.2k | 18+
☆You get fucked on your boss' desk. That's it really.
Shotgun Kiss ༄
Bucky Barnes x Reader
| Fluff | 365 Words | 18+
☆Bucky smokes a cigarette, you kiss.
Lipstick Stains ♡ Bucky Barnes
Sub!Bucky Barnes x Reader
| Smut | 1.8k | 18+
☆Bucky's self-conscious, so you cover him in lipstick stains while telling him how beautiful he is.
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All The Way დ Bucky Barnes
Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Reader | 18+
☆ A late night with Bucky ends with him getting you to try something new. Aka, riding Bucky's face (w/ stubble)
SMUT 18+ MDNI
Avengers Bucky 1
Avengers!Bucky x Avengers!Reader | 18+
☆ During a Hydra raid, readers comms stop working. You miss the evacuation notice and Bucky refuses to leave you behind.
Teaching Bucky to Care for His Hair
Married!Bucky Barnes x Married!Reader
☆ An intimate night in with Bucky, bathed in candlelight, you teach him how to care for his long hair.
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warnings: ANGST, stab wound, mentions of violence and blood, lots of violence actually, protective!joel, reader being moody and angsty, some gore (wound details), inaccurate stuff probably (definitely), inconsistencies for sure
word count: 6.63k UNEDITED
here’s the full version of ‘keep your eyes on me.’ i apologize in advance for the reader’s moody and angsty monologue in the intro and all that follows after. prepare the tissues?
The mission was simple.
A quick in and out, a regular check for supplies in one of the surrounding buildings of the QZ and that was it. Nothing you hadn’t done countless times already, even before Joel entered your life, and it was relatively easy.
The hardest part was sneaking past the supervised borders and even that had been figured out when you started paying one of the guards to turn a blind eye whenever you went out for a run.
It just so happened that this run had to occur in the smack-dab middle of a feud you’d found yourself in simply because you associated yourself with Joel Miller and Tess Servopoulos.
It didn’t help that Joel, in particular, rarely associated himself with anyone at all. Perhaps that’s what made you a prime target in his dispute with his former partner Robert Navarro.
Because Joel went out of his way to join your side more often than either of you cared to admit, it made sense that, in turn, Robert’s fury would extend to you.
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Burnin’ a Hole Where I Lay (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader) (Omegaverse)
Gif by @troubleinapinksuit
Summary: In which you long ago decided that the standard Alpha and Omega Relationship wasn’t for you, but your best friend Elvis had other plans.
A/N: This is a backup post I made because I absolutely refuse to let this be a case of this one not ending up in the tags again. Based on this request. Semi-Relevant, as i’ve been writing, in my head I’ve been ranking each reader as to how likely they are to bite, and undoubtedly this is my most feral creation, too bad she exists in a world where it may as well be a whole ass love language. So as a quick note as to the dynamics of this Omegaverse, relationshipss are primarily judged on their ability to Breed so A/O are the preferred/seen as the standard, wtih B/O and B/B being seen as acceptable, as a result an A/B relationship is seen as unacceptable. Also Alpha Presentation is marked when they gain their unusually elongated canines, and later go into a rut, Omegas go into their first heat, and Betas essentially present by not presenting whatsoever. Knotting is a bit of a secret in this world, as it only occurs under pretty rare circumstances. Probably some other rules I’m spacing on right now, so feel free to ask if any questions arise. Also I fully acknowledge that there is no way they would be watching The Twilight Zone, but for the purposes of this story let’s pretend.
Warnings: First and foremost this is a Yandere!Elvis so expect themes of delusional and manipulative behavior. VERY dubious consent, (in which reader is a slave to their own desires of consciously not wanting, but their body uncosciously does want it). Set in an Omegaverse so expect the usual. Implied birth control tampering. Bit of a breeding kink implied. Sexual harassment masked as being especially touchy. Smut depicted, that includes penetrative sex (m/f), knotting, cockwarming, cumplay, marking, and a bit of blood play. Also depictions of Parental abandonment and neglect towards reader. Reader is not in a good place y’all and as a result has humor as an unhealthy coping mechanisms and self-depreciative attitude. Instances of reader being yelled at both by Elvis and another character. Best friends to lovers (albeit reluctantly) Please do not interact if you are under 18 years old.
yes. simply yes. crash, you never cease to amaze me. truly. every single austin/elvis fan needs to follow this acc bc she’s truly at the top of the game.
TAGS AND WARNINGS - +18, Minors DNI, no explicit smut but sexual themes, whump, a lot of angst, blood, graphic wounds and procedures (?) probably not medically accurate, could be almost gore if you squint, hurt/comfort, two dorks in love, canon-typical violence, near-death experiences. Not based on the game, I don’t know anything about the game and I don’t want spoilers please.
PAIRINGS - Joel Miller x fem!reader
WORD COUNT - 9.6k.
SUMMARY - The main difficulty of being Joel’s closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.
A/N - I honestly don’t know what this is. I tried to look for angsty and whumpy fics and couldn’t find any that hit the spot just right; so I wrote my own. This story is set in some time between 2010 and 2020, or so. Bill and Frank are still very much alive. The only warning apart the amount of blood in this, it’s my own knowledge of the English language.
’Breathe’
With a shiver, you try to comply with your own command. The action itself confuses you, and you don’t know where exactly in your mind that thought came from; or why. All you know is that a moment ago you were nothing, absolutely nothing, not even human. You forgot your own existence in a still ocean made of black thick ink. The ink is now backtracking, though, but the remnants of it stay in your foggy mind, clouding it as your consciousness comes back in waves.
Waking up from a dream is easy, you just come back into yourself from a nice trip to your own imagination. Regaining consciousness, however, is a little more difficult. Instead of going somewhere, you go inwards into yourself. Your overworked mind, already tired and busy with keeping you alive, doesn’t care much about bringing you to any other place so you can die peacefully. No. And the awakening is not as it should be either.
Devil In Your Eyes (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)
Summary: It’s a party and you’re invited to the mysterious and eclectic Mr. Preley’s estate, to properly meet your father’s employer.
A/N: This is based on this request here made by @itlover8000. And I know I promised to have the next part of If I Were You up, but I’ll post later as to why it may take a little longer than originally planned. This one was a lot of fun to write, and I hope to god that I did the mafia aspect justice, while still keeping reader relatively in the dark. Let’s hope we don’t have a repeat of last time and it gets in the tags the first time. Also just to give a timeline as to the fic, in this story Elvis was pretty much drafted right before he met the colonel which halted his entire music career and he started his criminal one right after returning stateside. If you would like to be added to my taglist let me know!
Warnings: Yandere!Elvis but also introducing… Mafia Boss!Elvis, though he’s not called that in the story. There are themes of delusional, manipulative, and gaslighting behvaior depicted. Smut, including oral (f. recieving) and first time are depicted. Sexual tension galore. Implied violence toward reader’s father. Gratuitous but non-sexual use of the word Daddy, but more in the general southern sense of affectionately referring to one’s father. Reader is young but over 18 when she meets Elvis for the first time. Please do not interact if you are under 18.
I’m Battie (she/her), in my 20s, and I write fanfic🦇 I’ll expand this masterlist as I post more, but since I write explicit content, please do not interact with my blog or posts if you are under 18. Do not interact if you post ED/thinspo content.
Many of my fics have dark themes, and I include detailed warnings for each one. Please read the warnings carefully before deciding whether you want to engage with the fic. If you feel there is a warning I should have included for a fic, please let me know and I’ll add it. I do not condone the behavior depicted in the yandere/dark fics in real life. These are works of fiction.
Currently, my requests are closed. I only post my fics on Tumblr, not Wattpad or AO3. If you see my fics on any other sites I did not post them there.
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fr tho why is everything smut😭😭 i wanna read angst that would ruin me, make me sick to my stomach and cry like there's no tomorrow bro i want a fanfic that is so devastating that i won't be able to function for the next few months
Would it be a Sin? (Yandere! Austin!Elvis x Reader)
Gif credit to @troubleinapinksuit
Summary: Your Husband will forever keep you safe, no matter the cost.
A/N: Full disclosure, I am a Latina, specifically my family is from Mexico. When I first got this request from @ilovehobi101 I worried as to how I could frame the conflict that some members felt comfortable bullying reader (y’know aside from casual 60’s misogyny) but also why reader wouldn’t really speak up about it. And then I saw my profile picture and was reminded of the serious lack of Latin!reader fics in this fandom, and voila. Also I understand the utter swaglessness of having a latin!reader that starts off as a maid, but trust me the occupation has relevance to the plot. Reader does speak spanish and I will acknowledge that some of the spanish spoken is very specific to the Mexican dialect. Also I love how I was asked for soft!yandere and my thoughts immeadiately went to murder. I got in right under the wire to was able to post this on Elvis’ birthday.
Warnings: Smut, though more towards the end, and not while reader is pregnant (but does include depictions of Hand kink, cockwarming, vaginal fingering. Pregnant!reader. Implied murder, hiding and burying of a body featured. Period-typical xenophobia, racism, and microagressions galore toward a poc!reader as well as the use of some racial slurs. Sexual harassment depicted, though not from Elvis. Yandere!Elvis themes of obsessive, manipulative, and gaslighting behavior, as well as some controlling and isolating tendencies as well, though, softer and not as overt as I have written before. Traumatic birth is described and as well as descriptions of a pre-mature baby. ANGST galore here. Blood and Injuries from a fall depicted. Symptoms of PTSD.
as a latina myself, the representation is amazing and so so great to see/read <33 crash has such a talent for immersing you in the world she creates pls go check this out and follow this amazing writer!!
Halloween was that day, and yet neither you nor Austin had a costume for the themed party you’d been invited to. — It wouldn't be anything fancy, just a simple friend gathering, it didn't have to be an elaborate costume; but you had to look good.
Early in the morning, you reminded Austin of the party, but he merely seemed distressed for a couple of seconds before shrugging, for he was sure he would come up with something.
You, on the other hand, were nervous and stressed, you wanted to look your best for the party; Halloween is one of your favorite times of the year, and you couldn't believe you had completely forgotten to pick something to wear.
It wasn't until Austin suggested going through your closet full of old stuff that you relaxed. You had a closet where you stuffed old clothes that you might wear at some point, one could never know, right?
And that's how you got to the point where you are, deep in the closet, quickly moving the hangers around looking for something decent to wear, you had clothes years old, and you were sure you had put your college costumes there.
You found three costumes. A pirate, a Greek goddess, and a nurse. Yes, they were all clichés, but my goodness... they were for college parties, what could you expect?
“Austin,” you called down the hall, the three costumes hanging on your arm. “Honey?”
“Yes?” your boyfriend asked, peeking his head out from the bedroom door.
“I found three costumes from college,” you commented and paused for a few seconds as you noticed his excited smile, he knew what you would ask. “And I want you to help me pick the best one.”
“Of course, baby,” Austin assured you, walking down the hallway to where you were standing. “Where do you want me?”
“Sit on the couch,” you instructed, nodding your head in the direction of the sofa that was in the living room. “I'll try on the costumes and you, sir, will tell me your opinion.”
“Yes, ma'am.” Austin said with a smirk, picking up a Captain's hat from the little table beside him; the hat was part of a Captain's costume he had kept from a failed audition, which he had forgotten he had in the first place.
Austin put on the white hat with the big gold star in the center over his hair, tilted to the right; he walked to the largest couch in the living room and took a seat, making himself comfortable by stretching his arms over the edge of the couch and manspreading a little — he was more than ready for the little modeling show you were going to give him.
First, it was the pirate costume. It was simple, a short white ruffled dress, a black leather corset to go with it, fitting your body to define your figure, and tall black boots.
It still fit you perfectly, and accentuated your breasts in a delicious way, however, you knew you couldn't wear the corset for too many hours, the first time you wore the costume you barely lasted 2 hours before you started to feel like you couldn't breathe.
Austin had been on his phone while he waited for you to get ready, so you were able to walk into the living room without him noticing, at least not until you stood still in front of him.
Your boyfriend looked up from his phone and immediately, his eyes widened, instantly focusing on the obvious, your breasts, he opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it, his eyes roaming your body slowly as his tongue wet his lips.
If his gaze was anything to go by, the costume looked excellent on you. Austin nervously adjusted the hat over his hair, leaving it askew still. His head cocked to the side as he continued to admire you, his fingertips clutching the edge of the sofa for dear life.
“So?”
“I love it, I absolutely adore it,” Austin assured you, forcing his eyes to meet yours, he was fighting his urges. “You look… it looks— I mean, your figure, and god— your breasts“
You chuckled softly at his stuttering, he didn't seem to be able to finish a single sentence, and that made you feel confident. Making a man as attractive as your boyfriend stutter like that? It was quite an accomplishment.
“It has a downside, though.” You admitted, adjusting the corset slightly.
“That it's hard to get it off?” he suggested, raising an eyebrow as he sent you a mischievous grin, his connotations obvious.
“Yes,” you agreed with an amused smile. “But not only that, I feel like I can't breathe.”
“Oh,” Austin's grin diminished in size, a worried look on his face. “You look absolutely desirable, but I want you to be able to breathe, baby. If you don't feel comfortable wearing it, then don't.”
He had looked so excited when he first saw it, you felt slightly guilty about destroying his dreams like that, so you decided to give in a little.
“Yeah, I guess I won't wear it,” you decided with a sigh, and Austin nodded his head slowly. “I'm sure we can find another use for it, though.”
Austin looked taken aback by your comment, but not in a bad way certainly— he never thought you liked role-playing, so he had kept his fantasies in check, until that moment, of course.
"I'd be happy to give you another use for it." Austin assured, giving you a wink before you walked away to walk to the room to try on the second costume.
You opted to try on the Greek goddess costume next. It was a long white dress, with a plunging neckline, two thigh-high splits and a cape of sorts falling down your back. It had gold colored vines wrapped around your waist, running all the way up to your breasts. It was accompanied by gold jewelry and gold heels.
From the moment you put on the costume, you felt confident— it still looked as perfect as the first time you wore it, it made your legs look amazing, the neckline was provocative but slim, and the vines fit your body perfectly.
You walked back to the living room where your boyfriend was patiently waiting for you, and as soon as Austin heard the first heel touch the wooden floor, turned his head to watch you walk to him, immediately his jaw dropped, as his watchful eyes roamed your body from head to toe.
You stopped in front of him, placing a hand on your waist as you tried to hide a smile; his eyes were shining as they roamed over you again and again, his mouth still open. His grip on the edge of the couch became tighter as soon as you moved a leg forward, the fabric slid back, allowing him to see your whole leg.
"Oh my god..." he breathed, still stunned by how beautiful you looked. Never in his best dreams could he have imagined such a thing, you looked like something out of one of his fantasies.
"Goddess, actually," you commented playfully, turning around so he could see the back of your dress, and sure enough, Austin didn't shy away from focusing his gaze on the curve of your back, and most of all, how good your ass looked. "Aphrodite."
"I'm not exaggerating when I say I'd let you do anything to me." Austin admitted, clearly not thinking twice— he kept looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world— his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth as his eyes traveled down your cleavage, the curve of your breasts being visible.
His disposition made your cheeks burn, and not only that, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his blue eyes were darkened, and you were sure his pants didn't look like that a few minutes ago. He was so turned on.
If it weren't for the fact that the party was later that day, you would have abandoned your quest for the perfect outfit to satisfy a fantasy or two; but no, you had to stay focused.
Before your impulses got the better of you, you walked back into the room without another word. Austin followed you with his eyes, turning his head so he could keep his eyes on you until you disappeared behind the door. You could have sworn you heard him growl.
The last costume was the simplest of all, and probably also the most cliché. It was a nurse's costume that you had bought in your first year of college. Of course, some years have passed and on this costume it certainly showed.
The top zipped up between your breasts and down your belly, and was complemented by a skirt that once fit you well, but was now impossibly short, barely reaching the tops of your thighs, you’d have to wear a thong, otherwise your underwear would show, and since you didn’t had one at hand for the moment, you took off your underwear.
You were certain that this costume would not be the choice, but you decided to show it to Austin anyway to get his opinion on the matter.
You walked back to the living room, and found him with his head thrown back, his eyes closed tightly, and the Captain hat gently placed over his lap, as if he was trying to calm himself down.
Slowly, you walked back to the spot where you had stood before, tried to pull down the edge of your skirt as far as you could, feeling your breasts threaten to pop your shirt open due to the effort. Finally, you cleared your throat to regain his attention, Austin quickly lifted his head and opened his eyes.
What Austin saw in front of himself was his undoing.
The past costumes had been tempting, sure, the pirate costume accentuated your breasts and waist so deliciously he wanted to rip it off, and the Greek goddess costume was so perfect on you that he wanted to kneel in front of you and start kissing your calves, your thighs, and bury his head between your thighs.
But at the end of the day, Austin was a simple man— and this was the last straw, a miniskirt and a white top so tight that your nipples poked out were his downfall, he felt the last drop of self-control vanish, being replaced by desire, pure lust.
“Goddamn it, you’re killing me here…” he groaned, the infamous southern drawl in his voice, which was raspier and deeper than before, his eyes devouring you alive.
“Really?” you teased, crossing your legs at the ankles, your thighs pressing against each other. “I must be doing a bad job then.”
“Oh, yeah…” he distractedly stated, running his hand over his jaw as it clenched.
He returned his hand to the edge of the couch and connected his gaze with yours, his eyes darkened with desire— his posture said it all. He remained silent, but let his mind wander, all sorts of fantasies saturating his mind as he felt the blood flowing to his dick.
You silently observed, trying to figure out what exactly was he up to, silence isn’t what you were expecting, to be honest.
“What is it?” You asked once the silence had prolonged for too long.
Austin simply smirked at you, keeping quiet and his thoughts to himself, a smirk betraying the nature of his thoughts.
His silence was driving you crazy. Even more so than his words did at times.
“Come here.” He said, doing a come hither motion with his hand, keeping his gaze on you.
You knew he was up to something, he always was, still, you allowed yourself to listen to his words and walked to where he sat.
He took a hold of your wrist and pulled you down, your body finding place on his lap, not wanting to be uncomfortable and awkward, you moved around so you could straddle his lap, one leg at each side.
That’s how he found out you weren’t wearing any underwear, it was a good move on your behalf. His smirk let you know that you were exactly where he wanted you.
He didn’t even say anything, he just straightened up and pressed his lips against yours, capturing them in a fierce kiss that didn’t hide the thoughts that currently ran through his mind. You gently moved your hands and placed them on his face, your thumb brushed over the shell of his ear, eliciting a gasp over your lips.
The moment your teeth slightly grazed his lower lip though, things took a turn.
His intention, as unbelievable as it sounds, was to simply make out with you, to caress you and show you how good he could make you feel by simple gestures.
But now? Now he was riled up, turned on, and had no fucking clue how to stop himself from railing the fuck out of you.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, the kiss turning into a heated mess of lips, tongues, teeth, and moans that got lost in each other’s lips.
You were so lost in the way he was kissing you, that you hadn’t even noticed the moment he’d slid a hand to your front and unzipped the tight top, freeing your breasts from its confines. The short skirt did a poor job at covering your body, which meant that technically, you were fully exposed and at his mercy.
“You’re overdressed.” You pulled back to say.
“Do something about it.” He dared you.
Due to the position, there was hardly anything you could do besides unbuttoning his shirt and his trousers, despite his request, Austin hadn’t moved from the couch so you couldn’t quite get rid of his clothes entirely.
His lips moved to your neck, assaulting it with small bites and wet kisses as his hands took an almost aggressive hold on your hips, slowly starting to grind them against his own. The feeling of his hardness grinding against your naked core and his lips sucking on your neck elicited an almost obscene moan out of your lips. That’s exactly what he wanted to hear, though.
He took a handful of your hair and pulled your head back, exposing more of your neck to him and successfully pulling your body away from his. This time, the exclamation you let out was a hiss of pain. He wasn’t always rough, but you adored it when he was.
His lips didn’t remain on your neck, of course not. He moved them down to your clavicles, where he ran his tongue over the skin. His lips moved down and down until they reached your breasts, his lips wrapping around one nipple and sucking almost painfully, while his other hand moved to caress the other breast.
The intense wave of pleasure you were feeling had you squirming on his lap, your naked, wet pussy grinding against his clothed, hard dick, which only fuelled his lust — Austin was genuinely struggling to keep it in his pants.
“Please…” you begged, your voice hitching as he bit down on your nipple, slightly pulling with his teeth. “Please.”
“Please what? Want me to stop?”
“No!” You exclaimed, opening your eyes immediately, only to see him smirking, he never had the intention to stop, he just wanted to hear you beg. “Oh, fuck you.”
“You wish.” He scoffed, slowly thrusting his hips up, so his dick would press against you.
“Stop being so cocky and get down to it.” You said with a firm tone.
The way you spoke to him made Austin pull back, raising an eyebrow at you as he replaced both his hands on your hips, pressing your body down to his.
“Or what?” He asked, his jaw clenched, fingers grasping your skin, a playful tint to his words as a smirk curved on his lips.
“Or I’ll get myself off.”
The image your words painted on his mind seemed to do it.
With one hand, he pulled his cock out from his trousers, it slapped against his hard abs, translucent drops rolled down from his red tip, evidence of how badly he wanted you.
He was just so damn hot you couldn’t resist him, couldn’t even bring yourself to tease him anymore.
You raised your hips to allow him to align himself to your entrance, the tip of his dick rubbing against your wet folds in a teasing manner, even going so far as to press against your clit without further ado.
Done with his incessant teasing, you aligned fully and sank down on him, going all the way to the hilt. The stretch was pleasurable but quite painful, a hiss escaped your lips as a guttural moan left Austin’s throat.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he groaned, throwing his head back as you began to slowly move up and down. “So fuckin’ good wrapped around my dick.”
Inch by inch, Austin thrusted in and out of you with deep groans and a string of dirty talk leaving his lips. You had taken a hold of his shoulder and the back of his head, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and move your body around as he pleased.
Not a single coherent thing left your mouth apart from curses, pleads and his name, over and over again like a chant he’d never tire of hearing.
“Aus, oh my— fuck, right there, shit, baby- ugh,” you mumbled into his ear, your senseless words, your incapacity to speak properly rilling him further.
His pace was to die for, hard, deep, rhythmic thrusts of his hips as he fucked you like a man possessed, the tip of his dick making contact with your sweet spot every time his hips moved up and yours moved down.
Austin knew your body like the back of his own hand, he knew what you liked, what drove you crazy, and especially what made you crumble down into a mess of moans and cries of his name.
And he wanted nothing but to make you cum around him and scream his name like it was all you knew— for you to scream loud enough to make the entire building hear how good he was fucking you.
He was making you feel so good, he always did. His dick seemed to be made for you, all of its veins and curves hitting the right spots inside you, making you let out sounds that no one else got to hear.
That’s what’s so special about you and him.
This pleasure filled encounter couldn’t last forever, of course. Soon enough your walls began to clench around him, making his thrust slow down to enjoy the way you squeezed. He was letting out guttural moans into your ear, his voice raspy and heavy.
With a cry of his name, you came hard around him, clenching tightly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. — His thrusts were now erratic, his hips stammering as he felt his orgasm close, the sight of your face scrunched up in pleasure almost doing it for him.
The breathy, whiny “fuck” you let out in his ear as you clenched around him one last time though… it did it for him. He came inside you as his hips moved erratically. A moan of your name leaving his lips as he closed his eyes shut, his hold on your hips impossibly tighter— it was bound to leave a bruise.
Still with him inside you, you two breathed heavily to come down from your highs, your forehead pressed against his shoulder as you tried to get it together, still breathing heavily and feeling your legs shaking.
“You good baby?” he drawled out, caressing your thighs with his hands, softly rubbing your skin.
“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, still trying to regain your breath. “You?”
“Never been better,” he chuckled. “You were so good for me, so damn good.”
You smiled and pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder, showing your appreciation to his words as you slowly regained your senses, coming down from your high.
It must’ve taken a couple of minutes for things to be back to normal, breathing calm and hearts beating evenly— he was still buried inside you, though, and despite the fact that your releases were dripping down his dick, you two were too comfortable to move.
“So, I’m taking you like the nurse costume.” you chuckled, raising your head to look at him.
“Oh, definitely.” he assured you, an amused smirk teasing his lips, he swiftly placed both his hands on your hips, keeping you still.
“So that’s the one I should wear, then.” You said, trying to sound as sure as possible— of course you were joking, but you wanted to see his reaction.
“Are you crazy?” his eyes widened. “This is for my eyes only.”
“Oh, don’t be like that.” you fake-groaned, noticing the way his eyes still raked over your body hungrily, almost as if you two hadn’t just fucked.
“Unless you want me to be unable to keep my hands away from you…” he trailed off, shrugging shamelessly.
“Hm, doesn’t sound so bad to me,” you admitted, biting your lip softly. “I happen to enjoy your hands on my body.”
“If you keep teasin’ me like that,” he paused for the suspense effect. “we won't’ be going to any party tonight, ‘m gonna be fucking you all night long, instead.”
Was that supposed to be a bad thing?
“That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?” he let out a snort when he noticed. “But seriously, are you sure you want to wear that one? Are you even comfortable?”
“No, of course not,” you giggled. “I was thinking about the Greek goddess.”
“Oh yeah, I like that one,” he admitted with a genuine smile, though the lust still reflected on his eyes. “We can match, I have some clothes that could work.”
“Yeah?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Who are we going to be?”
“Ares and Aphrodite,” he shrugged. “That seems perfect to me.”
“Good,” you nodded, pleased with the idea. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” he questioned, smiling tenderly at you. “Then that’s what we’ll be.”
He wrapped his arms around you and pressed your body to his in a tight embrace, and for a while longer, you two ignored the rest of the world, pretending nothing and no one else existed except you two.
hi livy! congrats on 500💘 so honored to be mutuals i literally adore your writing! may i humbly request prompt ❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ with Austin? so excited to read 🫶🏼
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pairings austin butler x fem!reader
warnings 18+ only, minors dni, smut, choking, degrading kink, oral (m), and obviously sexual themes (duhhh) SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG THIS WAS AT THE BOTTOM OF MY DRAFTS 😭🫣
you and austin weren't anything to each other, well, at least not romantically. to put it lightly, you were friends who messed around.
friends who messed around in secret, because, god forbid anyone knew about this dirty friends with benefits situation you and austin agreed to.
it was always the same little game. you and austin would be out with all your friends and he'd suddenly slip his rough hands under the table to rub your thigh.
causing you to slap his hand away, even though your crimson red cheeks undeniably gave you away.
but that's what he liked about the whole situation - he loved how you got flustered and soft with every single touch.
He had you completely wrapped around his finger.
the room was fairly dark, the only source of light being the luminescent neon colors from screens and led lights - but aside from that, no one at this party would see what Austin was up to.
he knew not to be too bold, anyone in here would kill for a chance to expose something so scandalous - "costars who fuck on the low!"
pfft, what a flashy headline.
the only people aware of this sudden dynamic between you and Austin were your castmates and closest friends, aside from that - your's and Austin's publicists have been working their asses off.
Austin had been slyly making his way across the room, letting out small thanks and smiles as a-listers praised his acting in elvis. although his current destination had been far more important.
you were in the corner of the room, a small smile on your pink lips and a teasing glimmer in your soft eyes. your finger tips twirling with your locks of hair as you let out fake laughter.
you were oblivious to Austin's watchful eye, you were too busy giggling at the brunette beauty who was horribly attempting to flirt.
Austin watched every movement you've made since that wannabe a-lister walked over to you. jealousy was running through his veins as that guy leaned towards you, whispering in your ear - he was too close to you.
maybe this was how you ended up in this current situation. your knees on the cold tile floor, your tongue toying with austin's thumb as he looked down at you.
"your mouth is better for so many other things than talking." Austin's tone was as rough as his grip that his cold hand had as he gripped your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes.
“What’re you gonna do about it?” You challenged, inviting him to take what he needed.
"you're just begging to be punished, aren't you ?" He cooed as you looked up at him through your long lashes, nodding.
Austin reached down and pulled at his pants to release his hardness, and brought a hand to the back of your head, ever so roughly pushing you towards it.
"c'mon, slut, don't be shy." he husked, gripping a handful of your hair and pulling it nearly out of your scalp as he positioned your lips to be on his hard dick.
Your tongue came out, to lick and tease his tip, your eyes never leaving his. A smirk of satisfaction spread on your lips as his head threw back and incoherent curses slipped from his lips.
Austin hissed at the contact, He grabbed himself at the base, rubbing the head of his cock in a circle on your lips before lifting his hips to enter.
“you shouldn't get so jealous." you remarked, moving your wet tongue against his member. He then eased his cock into your mouth. You couldn't't help but to let out a cry of pleasure as his hard laid heavy on your tongue . Meanwhile, he groans at the feeling of your warm wet walls surrounding his cock. He could never get enough of how you felt around him.
your hands flew to his hips for support, while his back hit the hard wall behind him for support.
Austin let out breathless chuckles in disbelief, his tongue poking at the side of his cheek as he watched you with a focused sense.
"you shouldn't have been talking to him." he said sternly in between thrust in your mouth, and breathy whimpers. you were about to pull away from his dick, to let out a snarky response. but he pulled your head towards him before you could even try.
you let out a small grunt, his dick hitting the back of your throat. you continued your work on Austin's member, hallowing your cheeks around him as your tongue danced against his now-wet, velvety skin, moaning against him.
Soft grunts were erupting from Austin as he bucked his hips to meet your head bobs, your warm cheeks and spit nearly throwing him off of the edge. Tears began to slip from your eyes as his dick went deeper and deeper with every thrust .
He quickly pulled out of your mouth, not wanting to cum just yet, roughly grasping your chin before leaning down to collide his lips with yours. you gripped his blond lock, your tongues rolling against one another roughly.
your knees began to raise up from the ground, following his lips. you pulled away, breathless whimpers slipped from both of your lips.
"I'm not wearing any underwear.. just thought you'd like to know." you suggestively whispered against his lips, both of you chest to chest. he threw his head back, a playful smile on his lips as he processed your words.
"you're going to be the death of me." he murmured, pushing you against the wall with a reckless force. he was quick and messy, this time.
he nearly ripped your dress as he bunched it up your hips, the look in his eyes seemingly so urgent. “Do you think you deserve this?” his tone demeaning as he finally met your eyes, his finger tips barely grazing your wet clit.
you opened your lips to speak, but as soon as your lips parted Austin pushed his lips roughly against yours while his duo of ring covered pushed into you, thrusting and curling upward as he leaned up to kiss you. your tongues collided as you kissed.
you let out a groan of annoyance, tired of the teasing. "please, stop teasing austin." you begged, reaching for his fingers but he pulled them away with a sly smirk.
"oh, baby im gonna fill you up so good." he cooed, gripping your hips so hard that you were sure you were going to have bruises.
he lined his dick with your needy hole, slowly and slowly pushing his dick along your wet slit. once he finally got to your empty hole, he slammed his hips into yours with ease.
the filthy action drove you crazy, and you whined, your hand wrapping around one of his biceps as you let him settle.
It didn't hurt, but God did you feel full. he pulled out once again, following back with another thrust. he lifted up one of your legs to his waist so he could reach that sweet spot of yours.
With your legs hooked around his waist, you pushed your pelvis up to meet each thrust, the breaths coming more and more shallow as he unconsciously began to move faster and harder within you.
you placed your hand over your mouth to silence your moans, because god forbid anyone heard what was going on behind closed doors.
you squealed as austin let out a loud groan, the two of you reaching your highs together. his hips stuttered while he kept thrusting inside of you, spurring you on as you came. your cunt squeezed him with a vice grip as if it wanted to cage him in.
his head dipping in the crevice of your shoulder as his lips parted and eyes shut. you could hear the sound of your juices mixing with each lazy thrust.
"if i see him with you again, ill beat his ass." austin murmured against your skin, letting out a croaky chuckle.
but his laughter couldn't disguise his seriousness , because you knew he would.
synopsis ⇢ loving your best friend is the biggest cliché there is, even more so when he’s already in a relationship with your other best friend. you can’t deny that peter and cindy just make sense together, on more levels than your non-radioactive-spider-bitten self can ever be with him. for two years, you’ve appeased yourself as peter’s roommate and confidante, but the strings that hold your lovelorn predicament are getting frailer. perhaps the introduction of a twisted millionaire’s son into the equation is what will finally make them snap.
↳ college au, roommates au, geometric love figures
genre ⇢ major angst, smut (18+ only)
word count ⇢ est. 40k+
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summary: you’re elvis’s childhood best friend, and he’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember. his mother and father keep trying to push him to finally make a move, what with you being the only girl that they would ever approve of their son going steady with. elvis, bashful and fearful of rejection, decides to keep his feelings to himself. . . well- that is until he can’t physically take it anymore.
pairings: elvis x fem!reader (this could be read as elvis or austin!elvis.)
warnings: this series contains heavily descriptive smut, cursing, and mild violence. please read the notes at the top of every chapter before reading. this is intended for mature readers only. mdni.
chapter index:
chapter one • my bestest girl - thanks to his mother’s meddling, elvis finds himself alone with you, unable to deny his feelings. you finally come to understand the extent of his love for you.
chapter two • wanna play house - after hearing the boy sing, a man named colonel tom parker offers up the opportunity for your boyfriend to tour alongside the fair. your happy to tag along with him, but find yourself in a dangerous situation. when a stranger gets too handsy, elvis finds it impossible to keep his temper in check.
chapter three • godspeed your love- after a show in arkansas, you and your beau are on the way back home to memphis. everything seems great- until it isn’t. when the cadillac suddenly bursts into flames you find yourself trapped. elvis, after being so close to losing you, decides that he’s done waiting around. he asks you a very important question.
chapter four • i’m evil - elvis finds himself at a crossroads; he can listen to the colonel or listen to his own heart. he decides to perform “trouble”, completely disregarding his manager’s call for a ‘new and improved’ elvis. his decision has consequences though, and you find yourself having to make a decision of your own. do you follow him to texas for basic training, or stay home to be with your family?
playlist:
elvis has a few records for you, and would feel awfully offended if he knew that you didn’t give em’ a listen.
moodboard:
give this a little look-see to get yourself into the elvis mood. i am constantly updating my boards, so make sure to check it after each update !
