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she-is-juniper · 2 years

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The Devil I Know — Austin Butler x Reader

Pairing: Austin Butler x f!Reader

Type: Oneshot (i could be swayed to write more for this AU though...)

Summary: Between the two of you, Austin has always been in control. But when he denies your pleasure for his own gratification after two weeks away, you decide to make matters into your own hands.

Word Count: 7K...a monstrosity...

Rating: E (Explicit) ***18+ only. Minors DNI or you will be blocked.

Warnings: there's a lot.... Oral sex (male- and female- receiving), biting, bondage, dominant/submissive relationship, degradation, spanking, deepthroating, edging, orgasm denial, "sir" kink, power play, consensual sexual manipulation, forced orgasm (all of this is consensual)

A/N: At long last, it is here ♡ This is a work of fiction and is not intended to be taken as truth or fact. I do not claim to own Austin Butler or any other affiliated names or fictional events. Other details, such as names, locations, and events, are also fictionalized. Please note that the representations of body types in my moodboard are not intended to exclude anybody of any race, ethnicity, or body shape.

And please, for the love of all that is holy, comment/reblog/send asks if you want to see more of my writing—thank you in advance!

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It all started when you and Austin Butler locked eyes from across the red carpet. And now you lived together in a beautiful house with a cute dog and a big backyard.

Ever since you’d started dating Austin Butler, your life had turned into a dream. He was the best boyfriend you’d ever had. He treated you so well, communicated with you, wasn’t shy to share his emotions. He celebrated with you, cried with you, enjoyed the little things in life with you. He whisked you away with him on travel, both for his job and for holiday: London, New York City, Bali, Rome. He kissed you in front of paparazzi without any inhibitions. He treated you as if you were a personal gift from God sent directly to him, and you loved it.

But sometimes, dating Austin was a nightmare. Speaking facetiously, of course. But you’d never before been treated the way Austin treats you in bed. You’d never met someone with an appetite quite like his, sexually speaking. You’d never been with anyone before who was so singlemindedly determined to inflict such deliriously agonizing pleasure upon you. Austin was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and you were at the focus.

Tonight, you and Austin were planning on going to a party hosted by one of the designers who worked with him on his latest project. The party was sure to be attended by all of the heavy-hitter celebrities in Austin’s circle. It was a themed party—The Devil I Know as the theme. According to one of your friends who’s planning on attending the party with her actor boyfriend, too, the name of the game for the party’s theme was red and black. You could just see it…a swath of partygoers clad in luxury leather and velvet, fur coats (faux, of course—this is Los Angeles, after all), fishnets, sleek tailored suits, chains, chokers. Think, Lucifer in luxury brands, your friend had elaborated.

And you had the perfect outfit. A tight-fitting number that looked more like glorified lingerie than a dress. It was the color of expensive Cabernet, with a V neckline accentuated with straps. The dress’s hemline was made of lush satin and delicate lace, under which you wore micro fishnet thigh highs and a garter belt. And of course, the outfit was elevated by decadent gold jewelry, your black Prada bag, and your trusty Louboutins. It was utterly indecent, even considering the party’s racy theme. You might as well have been wearing actual devil's horns as the cherry on top.

But you don’t intend to leave for the party at all tonight. In fact, you had other intentions entirely for this night. Plans involving making Austin pay for what he’d done to you last night.

This summer, Austin had been traveling much more than usual, doing interview after interview to promote his new movie. That’s not why you want to punish him. In fact, you didn’t mind that he’d been gone more often than not lately; you’d been keeping busy with a life of your own, too.

Last night, Austin flew back home after a two-week span away, mostly in New York. He’d wanted you to come with him on the trip, but you had work to do and had to decline. Austin was such a baby about that—he called you most every night, nearly begging you to catch the next flight to JFK and join him. You’d just laughed and told him you’d see him soon back in LA. Of course, he’d understood—but he made it clear to you every night (in the form of provocative texts and lewd photos) how badly he wanted you, needed you.

So when he finally returned home last night, he had two weeks worth of pent-up sexual energy. And he absolutely bombarded you…

“Please,” you’d begged him, your voice absolutely shot with agony. Your hands strained against the handcuffs on either end of the headboard he had locked you in.

Austin loomed over you like a stormcloud of dark desire. He had one of your legs pinned down with the weight of his own body, your other leg draped over his shoulder. And a vibrator, pulsing agonizingly slowly, pressed to your sex—enough to elicit a fine sheen of sweat on your forehead and a rivulet of moisture from your pussy, but not enough to actually get you off.

He smirked maniacally up at you. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You plead his name, trying to grind yourself against the vibrator. He brought his lips to your inner thigh and bit it gently with his perfect teeth while he turned up the setting, and you moaned in relief, finally able to lose yourself in the pleasure, which starts to grow and grow in rapid swells—

Until he shut the vibrator off entirely. You wanted to scream in frustration, wanted to seize the toy in your own hands, but you couldn’t. And he had the audacity to grin maniacally at you.

“Now you know how I’ve had to feel for the past two weeks without you,” he purred and did the whole thing all over again.

As you let last night’s memory flood your mind again, a furious warmth rushed to your core. He hadn’t let you get off that night, not once. He hadn’t given you a single thing you’d wanted. He hadn’t even given you himself—he’d made you watch while he got himself off to the idea of you being denied. And once he was done with you, you were far too exhausted physically and mentally to do anything about your neglected arousal.

He would pay. He may have been the one in control last night, but not tonight.

You smirked to yourself at the thought and let your hips sway to the sound of the music playing through your AirPods as you finished washing up the last of the dishes. You were already dressed and ready to go, heels and all. It was nearly 6 pm; Austin was due home at any moment from a meeting with his agent. The plan was to leave the house by 7, get to the party by 7:45. Your clandestine agenda was to make sure that you never even left the house.

You suddenly felt a warm body press against your back and a pair of greedy hands slide over your waist. Those hands slid up your body, up your neck, all the way to your AirPods, and gently pulled them out so you could hear his reproving voice.

“You can’t possibly mean to go out like this.”

“What?” you asked him, your red-lipped pout betrayed by the playful glint of your smokey eyes.

And your boyfriend’s eyes, filled with barely-restrained hunger, raked down your body. God, you loved when he looked at you like that. “You look… You look…”

“I look what?” you smirked. Austin seemed momentarily at a loss for words, and your smile only grew as you noticed the bobbing motion of his throat. You were well-aware of the sort of punishment from him this behavior would elicit. “This is the theme, isn’t it? The Devil I Know?”

He didn’t reply. You stepped back and placed your hands on your hips, taunting him. Challenging him. His eyes followed the movement.

“What happened to the dress your stylist picked out?” he asked. “The one you’d texted a picture of to me last week?”

Indeed you had a different outfit picked out last week, an elegant number by Armani, shipped straight from Italy. But you went this morning to shop for the alternative.

“This seemed more fun,” you said dismissively.

You had to admit, Austin looked pretty fucking debonair in his sleek suit, perfectly tailored and made of jet black satin. Your Armani dress was supposed to be his perfect match—black and black. But you hold firm, smoothing down the front of your new dress, which was just barely excusable for evening attire.

And which was apparently was driving Austin all types of mad.

Just as you’d planned.

“You look…dangerous,” Austin finally finished his thought. You turned away to pat your hands dry on the kitchen towel, but you couldn’t hide your grin.

“Dangerous? Does that mean you don’t like it?” you simpered with concerned eyes. You already knew the answer to that.

“I didn’t say that,” Austin muttered as a means of evading your question. But his eyes were quickly growing dark, like low-hanging clouds in the sky.

“I guess I’ll just have to go change, then,” you purred, slowly stepping around Austin toward the bedroom. He didn’t hesitate a second to grab you gently by the arm, pulling you back.

“Don’t change clothes,” Austin grumbled, and the rasp of his voice reeled you in like a fish on a line. You turned back to face him, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“So we’re going to the designers party after all, then?”

“I think we’re going to be a bit late.”

Whatever spell you’d cast on him was instantaneously broken. Austin pulled your hips toward him so your body was flush against his. You made a surprised sound, but your next breath was quickly stolen away by Austin’s fervent mouth against yours. His warm hand braced the back of your neck while the other snaked lower down your back, down toward the hem of your ridiculously short dress. A low growl vibrated across Austin’s chest as he touched the hidden garter belt. He gave your ass a squeeze, a motion that sent zings of warmth between your legs.

“Austin,” you gasped the moment he broke away. His pretty mouth was smeared with your lipstick. “I…”

But you couldn’t finish your thought. Austin’s fingers were inching down again, tracing a line across the bottom curve of your ass.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it,” he said. When you nodded, he chuckled lowly. “You devil. Such a naughty girl.”

“If I’m the devil, then I’m right on theme,” you smirked at him. You barely registered as he guided you across the kitchen.

“If you’re the devil, take me to hell with you.”

Your hip bumped against the side of the kitchen table. “You’d like it there,” you jested. “Nice place. Gets quite hot in the summertime, though.”

The jokes were over, though. In one swift motion, Austin spun your body around so you were facing away from him. The next thing you knew, he bent you over at the waist, and your chest was pressed against the dining room table, arms splayed out in front of you.

Oh.

“We really are gonna be late, aren’t we,” you giggled, tilting your head to the side to face him. Austin stepped back for a brief second, his breath catching in his throat. What a sight you must have been…your backside shining up at him over the edge of the table, your dress—already so damn short—riding up your hips, revealing the prize hidden beneath.

You arched your back, eager to show Austin all you had to offer—when Austin’s phone rang on the table.

“Fuck,” Austin grumbled, straightening up.

“Better get that,” you teased, letting your gaze fall conspicuously to the tent in his trousers.

Austin gave you a venomous glare as he answered his phone. It must be his agent again. He stalked into the kitchen, murmuring softly into the phone. He took a paper towel and wet it with water from the sink to wipe off the lipstick from his face, glancing back at you reproachfully a couple of times. You smiled to yourself, satisfied.

By the time the call was over, Austin stalked back into the dining room, you’d perched yourself on the table, your fishnetted legs crossed.

“We told Alexandra we’d be there at 7:45,” you reminded him, your voice sing-songy. “Reckon we should get going. Don’t you think?”

Austin didn’t answer your question. “I didn’t say you could get up,” he said.

“You didn’t say I had to stay there, either.” You met his angry scowl with a wicked smile. All your teasing was working. The storm brewing in Austin’s eyes was growing more and more turbulent.

“Y/N,” he warned. He wasn’t getting what he wanted, and you weren’t about to give it to him so easily.

“I can think of a dozen better positions, anyway,” you purred and beckoned for him to come close. He stayed back, but the second you uncrossed your legs and spread them wide, some of the steely resolve in his eyes seemed to dissolve. You took advantage of his moment of weakness and reached for his silk collar, already unbuttoned at the top two buttons. You pulled him to you, between your spread legs. He couldn’t resist.

“Let’s make this quick,” you continued, grasping his stubbled chin with your other hand. “We have a party to go to, after all.”

You brought his mouth to yours and kissed him, slowly and voluptuously, indulging yourself in the sweet taste of his lips. Your lips spoke one thing, but your intentions spoke another. If you played your cards just right, this ordeal wouldn’t be quick at all—it would be excruciatingly drawn out, which was precisely what you wanted. Reverse-psychology. It worked like a charm, every time.

Sure enough, just as Austin was beginning to lose himself in your kiss, he stiffened and pulled away. You barely had a chance to register what he was doing before he grabbed your hands, pulled you off the table, flipped you around, and bent you over once more.

“Oh,” you grunted as Austin pressed your cheek into the table, hard. The action was careful but rough, and you loved it.

“I’ll decide how I want to take you,” he snapped. The hand on your head moved to your hairline, smoothing it back and away from your face. His other hand pressed heavily into your upper back, keeping your torso firm into the table. You could feel his pelvis against your ass, and upon assessing how hard he was through his trousers again, you bit your lip in anticipation. This was Austin’s favorite position. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t yours, too. But you weren’t about to admit that.

Austin’s hands moved down the sides of your body. You felt him grind a little against your ass. You moved, too, appreciating the low “fuck” that came from his mouth as you arched your back toward him.

“Everyone’s going to ask where we are,” you said, still moving your hips.

“Don’t care.” Austin’s hands reached the hem of your skirt. “This is all you’re wearing underneath?” he asked as he pinched the thin straps of your garter belt. No underwear. You yelped as he let it snap back against your skin. Austin tsked. “Can scarcely believe you wanted to show up to a designer’s party like this.”

“I can wear what I want to wear, thank you very much,” you grumbled half-heartedly. Austin’s touch became feather-light as he traced a line down the backs of your thighs. You realized he was moving to kneel on the ground behind you.

God. You pressed your legs together, almost embarrassed by how wet you felt, how there was no underwear there to stop it from gliding down your inner thighs.

Austin saw you squeeze your legs together and gently guided them back apart. “That you can, love,” he murmured, his words deliberate, calculating. “You can wear whatever you’d like.”

“Then what—” You cut yourself off, swearing. Austin’s finger was circling a spot on your pussy, right at your entrance, where you knew the wetness has seeped. There was no hiding your arousal now, not with his face right there.

“Going out with you looking like this,” Austin continued, pressing his fingers against you more firmly now. “I wouldn’t be able to contain myself at that party. And you knew it.”

“You seem like you can hardly contain yourself now,” you mocked, a derisive edge to your tone. It seemed to fuel some furious energy within him. Austin growled again, pinching the insides of your thighs so hard you felt like your knees might buckle.

“You know I don’t like being provoked, darling,” he scolded you. His face was so close to your body now that you could feel his hot breath fanning out over your thighs. “Better curb that attitude of yours. Or else I’m going to have to fuck it out of you.”

Which was precisely what you desired. You wanted him, and you wanted it rough. But you played the game anyway.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, finally showing your submissive side. The non-bratty, submissive side. But Austin pinched you again, and you couldn’t contain the breathy moan that spilled from your lips.

“What was that?” he chided.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s more like it.” He spanked you then, lightly, but the action was so unexpected that you yelped and arched your back. “Tell me, darling, who’s in charge here?”

You tried to answer, but with the way he was suddenly caressing your thighs so lightly was bringing goosebumps all over your skin, and you couldn’t find the words.

“Y/N,” Austin murmured. He smacked your ass again, harder this time. Your body flushed with heat and desire. “Answer me. Who’s in charge? You or me?”

“You, sir,” you gasped. “You’re in charge.”

And he was—at least outwardly. But he was a fool for not realizing quite the extent to which you had him wrapped around your little finger.

“Good girl.”

You played the game the way he wanted, and you arched your back, eager for your reward. And Austin, who started kissing his way up the insides of your legs, seemed just as eager to give it to you.

This was how it worked with Austin. You rile him up a bit, then you back down and submit just enough to give him what he wants, and then you rile him up again. Rinse and repeat. You wondered when, if ever, he’d catch onto the pattern.

But you’d worry about that later. Right now, Austin’s mouth was preoccupying your thoughts.

Gradually, he kissed his way up, up, up. When he finally reached his destination—the summit between your thighs—he planted an open-mouthed kiss to the place you were the most wet. You moaned at the onslaught of heat from his mouth. His stubble—he hadn’t shaved for a few days—scraped against the sensitive skin of your thighs and your ass. You couldn’t get enough. Nor could Austin, it seemed. He seemed impatient to taste you.

“So goddamn wet.”

He spanked you again, and you knew there was going to be an angry red spot on your ass for the next few hours. He flipped the hem of your dress up onto your back so it was out of the way and slapped his hand to your ass once more. You shifted, uncomfortably turned on, desperate to feel the heat of Austin’s mouth again.

“Remind me our safeword again,” Austin asked you.

You wanted to answer right away, but the tickle of a single finger circling right at your entrance replaced your words with a high-pitched moan.

"Y/N, safeword," he prompted again.

“‘Stop,’” you recited in a gasp.

As instructed, Austin withdrew his finger.

“No, don’t stop,” you corrected yourself. Austin chuckled. You and he decided right at the beginning of your relationship that the best safe word was the only one that truly only had one meaning: stop. God, you couldn’t imagine stopping now. The establishment of the safe word gave you both a sense of reassurance, however, that seemed only to perpetuate the passion between you two. But stopping was the last thing you wanted right now.

“Just checking to see if you remembered.”

Austin buried his face between your legs from behind.

A moan bubbled out from your throat, followed by another, and another. You felt your knees threaten to give out again, but Austin’s arms, wrapped securely around your thighs, steadied you.

He felt unreal. The sounds his mouth was making against your pussy were obscene as he lapped at you, a feeling of silky smoothness and warmth coupled perfectly with the roughness of his beard. The thought of him burying his whole face in your ass, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his dick jumping to life in his trousers… fuck, it was going to be the death of you.

And just when you thought it couldn’t possibly get any better, a sensation like no other sent jolts of electric desire across your body—his tongue slipping inside you.

“Austin, fuck, I—fuck,” you panted. Your hands raked across the wooden table, desperate for some kind of purchase, for something to grab onto. They found nothing. You were slowly but surely beginning your spiral toward an orgasm, a realization that nearly alarmed you—he’d only just started with you.

And you knew he didn’t like it when you came too quickly.

Yet, he did not let up. He gently pulled your legs apart even further, and as his tongue slipped in and out of you, his deft fingers zeroed in on your clit.

“Don’t come until I say so,” Austin instructed.

Fuuuuuck.

He worked you into a gasping, moaning, dripping mess. You don’t know when his mouth had moved from your pussy, but you saw stars as you felt his tongue against your asshole—holy fucking shit, you could come just from the sensation. As minutes passed, you were gradually losing your grip on reality. Your climax was approaching sure and strong now. While your mind fought against it, knowing what would happen if you let go too soon, a veil of primal lust overshadowed every rational thought.

You had only one choice, and that was to sit here and take it and chase your high.

And Austin knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing to you; he was setting you up for failure. He wanted you to come too early. He wanted to punish you.

“Baby, please, I—I can’t, I’m—Austin,” you cried in a dazed moan. His other hand had slipped inside your pussy while his mouth was preoccupied. This wasn’t fair. He really wasn’t letting up. He pulled his head away just enough to bite the skin of your upper thighs, gently, but enough that you could feel his teeth. His fingers moved faster and faster on your clit, giving you absolutely no way to come down. There was nothing to do to stop the approaching orgasm on the horizon.

“Hold off for me, baby,” he encouraged. “You can do it. Don’t give in, not yet.”

Edging. He wanted to edge you, again. But you wouldn’t have any control this time. And you didn’t want him to stop.

“Austin, I can’t,” you keened. Reaching around behind you, your hands finally found something to hold onto—Austin’s head, keeping him in place against your ass. You cried out and buried your fingers in his hair, pressed his face into you.

And that was it. You were past the point of no return.

Austin’s fingers slowed as he realized what was happening, but it was too late. You felt your desire swell over you like a tsunami, and your whole body convulsed in response. Your moans peaked in volume and pitch as you thrashed against his touch. It was so good, so fucking good, that you couldn’t think about what was happening, what you’d just done.

You fell limp against the kitchen table. It was over.

You lied there gasping for breath. Time had stopped and restarted itself. Droplets of moisture—a mixture of Austin’s saliva and your own pleasure—rolled down your thighs.

Austin stood up and said nothing, but your mind was still too hazy to turn and face him. You heard him make a small, exasperated sound. But he was silent.

You took a shaky breath. “That wasn’t…” You gulped, your throat dry. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Stand up,” Austin said bluntly. You took your time to heave yourself up from the table and turned to face him, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He was a sight to behold…his hair mussed up, his cheeks flushed, his mouth glistening with your wetness. Despite his facade of disappointment, you could tell by the way his pupils were blown wide that he was absolutely ravenous about what just happened.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you said in a quivering voice. As if to discount your words, an aftershock came across you, and you jolted and sighed. Austin watched the brief shudder run through your body. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You know the rule about coming,” he chastised.

“I—”

“Only good girls get to come,” he continued. You saw his hands, which rested on his hips, twitch toward the center of his hips. “And only when I say so. I didn’t say you could come yet, Y/N.”

Normally, you’d make some kind of bratty comment that you were well aware of his stupid rule, but the implication of his words made you shudder again.

“I didn’t mean to, baby,” you said quickly as you squeezed your thighs together. “I just couldn’t…I couldn’t resist.”

“Couldn’t resist?” You didn’t miss the way Austin took a small step toward you. “Well. If you couldn’t resist coming, love, that was your decision. But you know the rule. You leave me no choice.”

“I know,” you said, hanging your head, although your body buzzed like a live wire. Austin lifted your chin to his with a single finger. His eyes were bright beneath his heavy lids.

“Such a filthy girl. My dirty little slut. Down on your knees,” he demanded. “Now.”

You resisted the urge to drop to your knees right away; instead, you took your time, playing the role of reluctance. Once you settled into a kneel, you blinked up at Austin with a doe-like gaze.

An angel wearing the devil’s clothes. At least, that’s what you were going for.

It worked. Austin’s face softened a bit, and he rubbed your cheek with his thumb. That same thumb came to your mouth, dragging across your bottom lip. Your lipstick was probably everywhere, but that’s exactly how he liked it.

“I love you,” Austin mouthed. A check-in, you knew. The slightest of role-breaking. But it was enough. You just bit your lip and smiled coyly, whispering it back response.

And then his hands were fumbling with the belt on his pants. You waited patiently as he unbuttoned and unzipped, and as he guided his trousers off his hips, you helped. Austin’s briefs looked uncomfortably tight. With those, he let you take the reigns with pulling them off.

His throbbing erection emerged and sprung out, hard as a metal rod. God, after all this time, and you’ll still never get over his cock and the fact that it was yours. You squeezed your thighs at the familiar sight.

His phone rang—again. “Don’t answer it,” you told Austin.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Austin murmured as he pumped himself a bit. “You look too fuckin’ gorgeous down there.”

“You want me, baby?” you asked him.

“Always,” he answered. You licked your lips in anticipation. “C’mere.” He beckoned you, and you crawled closer to his legs, eyes glued on his manhood. Desperate to help him out, you brought your hands up to his, but he swatted them away. “Hands by your sides.”

You did as you were told.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “There’s my good girl.”

You smiled. It really was that easy.

Austin kept jerking himself gently off with one hand and brought his other to cares your cheek. You sat up straighter and parted your lips. “Open up wider, baby. Show me your tongue.” You did, and Austin cursed again. You inched your head closer to his cock, breathing through your mouth so he could feel how warm you were.

“Doing such a good job listening to me,” he said. “Almost makes me feel bad about having to punish you.”

“Please punish me, sir,” you pleaded. “I deserve it.”

“You want this dick, darling? You want me?” When you nodded, he said, “Need to hear you say it, Y/N.”

“Yes, please, I want you. So bad.”

“Good.” He started moving his hips toward you, and secured his hand to the back of your head. He tilted the tip of his cock toward your open mouth. “I’ll give it to you, baby.”

You kept your eyes locked on Austin’s as he slowly, slowly slid his member between your lips.

A guttural sound came from the back of his throat. As you took more and more of him, inch by inch, his eyelids fluttered and his throat bobbed.

“Shit,” he groaned. The hand around the back of your head stiffened into a fist around your hair. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m—fuck.”

You closed your eyes, tasting him. Salty, but clean. Undeniably Austin. You loved this. You loved getting punished. Maybe he’d catch on one day that this was why you acted out so often. It wasn’t much of a punishment when you loved it this much.

Austin was so deep now that he filled your whole mouth. You wrapped your lips around his shaft, and sucked, gently, just a little. But at the sight of your puckered red lips and hollowed cheeks, Austin let his head fall back with a loud moan.

The hand on your head guided you, but it wasn’t like you really needed it. You knew exactly what to do. You pulled away slowly, letting the bottom of the head drag along your tongue, and then pushed it right back into your mouth. Again, and again, and again. With each thrust, you let him hit the very edge of your throat, right at the soft palette. And it was driving Austin insane.

“Fuckin’ take it, baby,” he groaned. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. God, you feel so fucking good.”

He was likely too distracted now to notice if you move your hands. Grasping the base of his dick, you pumped him with your hand while your head moved. Austin’s hand fell from the back of your head, and by the dazed look on his face, you knew you had him in the palm of your hand. Literally.

Just when you were getting into a groove, you pulled all the way off of him with an obscene sound, a string of saliva and precum stuck on your tongue. He was so swollen he was almost purple, and the lipstick marks all over his shaft was a delightful sight. You gave your mouth a rest and worked him with your hands, spreading the slickness all over his shaft before jerking him off. Responsive as always, Austin let a stream of groans and praises fall from his parted lips.

You wondered if he could tell how much you love this, this punishment. Your enthusiasm couldn’t be mistaken, surely. He looked like he needed some love elsewhere, so you dipped your head and kissed his balls. He yelped a little in surprise as you sucked them ever so gently, and then licked a long stripe up from the base of his shaft to the very tip of his head.

There, you tasted the fresh droplets of precum that had accumulated there from your ministrations. Austin breathed in a shaky gasp as you flicked your tongue along the most sensitive place on the underside of his head.

“Jesus Christ,” he swore.

His phone buzzed with a series of texts.

You gave him a wry look, wrapping your lips around just the tip, and to your surprise, he seemed not to have even noticed his phone. Which was good. There was no way you were stopping things now. You knew you were skilled at this, and you knew you were working him to his limit, which is why you didn’t have much time. Pretty soon, he’d be pushing you off of him to prevent himself from coming too soon, to buy himself enough time to fuck you properly.

What he didn’t know is that you wanted his cum in your mouth, all over your lips, dripping down your throat.

And you had the perfect trick up your sleeve to get what you wanted.

Sure enough, as soon as you started bobbing on his cock again, Austin squeezed your shoulder. “Slow down, darling,” he said, his jaw clenched.

Not a chance. You smirked around his cock and didn’t slow down one bit. He seemed to lose the words to ask you again to slow down. You moved with new vigor and brought your hand to the base of his shaft, moving it along with your mouth.

“Y/N,” Austin moaned—a panicked warning. His hand squeezed your shoulder again. You knew he knew the safe word. But he wasn’t using it.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked as you bobbed on him, just the way he liked it, just the way you knew would make him start falling apart. It was working. Austin’s back arched and his breaths grew shallow and strained. Between your lips, you could feel him swell.

“Y/N, please,” he gasped, and you raised an eyebrow at the pretty word from his lips. Please. His hand, squeezing your shoulder, pushed you away gently, but the movement was weak. Indecisive. He didn’t want to push you away.

It was time you pulled that perfect trick out from your sleeve. Relaxing your throat just the way you’d practiced, you brought your hands to Austin’s ass and pulled his hips toward you—all the way. His cock hit the soft, warm place at the back of your throat. You breathed in and out with steady, calm breaths through your nose.

“I…I can’t…Y/N, you—fuuuuuuck!”

You took all of him, every inch. His cock slid down the back of your throat.

Through your watery eyes, you looked up at Austin and saw the disoriented astonishment on his face. And oh, how you wished you could capture the disoriented astonishment on his face in your memory forever. He looked as if he’d never experienced anything like this, ever.

Nor had you. It was a novel feeling to take him so deeply like this. Your throat burned slightly as his girth stretched it out, but you’d been expecting it. You’d preparing for this. No amount of preparation could have done any justice to the primal emotions it unlocked to be pleasuring him so intimately. You liked the way it felt, Austin filling your throat like this, spit dribbling down your chin—not to mention his reaction.

Relaxing your throat as much as possible, your lips hit the base of Austin’s shaft, the tip of your nose poking his pelvis. Austin gasped out, a choked sound. His eyes darted about, but then you hummed against his cock, and any deliberation he’d had was gone. His hips jolted at the vibration from your throat, and you gagged a bit around him, but you didn’t care. You could handle it. A stream of curses came from his mouth as your throat vibrated while he was still deep inside you.

You swallowed around him, the muscles of your throat contracting. You knew he could feel everything.

“Y/N,” he nearly sobbed your name out. His voice was so weak, almost broken. You’d broken him. “I… Please don’t stop… I’m gonna…I’m…”

You didn’t stop.

Austin’s whole body went rigid and his hips stuttered. You held him steady as his cock pulsed, and with one loud moan, Austin couldn’t stop himself. He went over the edge. You pulled out a bit and braced yourself. His knees nearly giving out, Austin arched into you and released the tension in his body. You felt his whole cock surge and pulse as he came down your throat in thick, hot spurts.

You swallowed everything.

As you slowly slid yourself off his cock, gasping for breath, spit covering your mouth, Austin nearly lost his balance. He leaned against the edge of the table, still panting, still unable to say anything. You wiped your mouth in satisfaction.

Seconds passed. Neither of you said a word until you caught your breath and Austin caught his grip on reality. He met your eyes, absolutely bewildered.

“What?” you finally asked, and you couldn’t keep the smug undertone from your voice.

“I—” he stammered, but he couldn’t finish. He looked away. He was suddenly like a completely different person, embarrassed and shy and blushing and still completely stupefied. His cheeks were still flushed with desire. He hadn’t bothered to pull his trousers back up, and frankly, he was still rock hard.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you cooed as you got to your feet. You made a show of pulling up your thong, smoothing down your skirt, fixing your jewelry.

“You… When did you learn to do that?” he whispered, dumbfounded, unable to meet your gaze again.

You smirked. “What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“With… With your throat,” he clarified, almost angrily.

You tittered. “Oh, that? Just a little something I’ve been practicing.” You cocked your head devilishly. “Didn’t you like it, baby?”

“I…” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t… I mean, I… I did, it’s—it’s just, I didn’t mean to… That wasn’t…”

“…Supposed to happen?” you completed his sentence, your voice taunting, jesting. The same words you’d told him when you’d come too early. “Aw, honey. It’s okay.”

Austin finally looked at you again. He was finally regaining his focus, and suddenly, a glimmer of frustrated realization shone in his eyes.

It was as if you could watch the exact moment he realized what had happened. He realized that you’d been planning it to go your way all along.

“Y/N,” he said, but whatever threat he’d tried to muster up in his voice was empty.

Before you could reply, your own phone buzzed on the kitchen island. You didn’t hesitate to retrieve it.

“Hello?” you answered, sauntering back over to Austin. “Oh, Alexandra! Hi!”

His eyes trailed on you as you talked on the phone.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry, we’re just running a bit behind. We haven’t left yet.”

You let your eyes fall to Austin’s lap. He blushed a deeper shade of red, realizing, and pulled up his boxer briefs and trousers.

“You think it’ll be okay if we show up late?...Oh, great. That’s wonderful. See you soon. Okay, bye.”

You hung up. Austin said nothing.

“Alright, then,” you said cheerily. “Alexandra says almost everyone is showing up late, so as long as we’re there by 9, we’re golden.” Truthfully, you hadn’t been sure how the night would pan out. Your original plan was to make Austin stay so late with you that the party wouldn’t even be an option. But if you could still show up fashionably late, so be it.

Austin stared. You patted his thigh endearingly, almost demeaningly. “Let’s get to it. We’re already late.”

You turned to stroll away toward the bedroom, but Austin grabbed your arm. He glowered at you but didn’t say anything.

“Are you going to let me go anytime soon?” you said lightly after a long moment. “I need to go clean up, unless you want me showing up looking like I just deepthroated your cock.”

He jolted in surprise at your words. A few seconds later, he let you go. “You’re going to pay for this later,” he said, but it was more of a stammer than a warning.

You smiled through your eyelashes, rubbing at your bottom lip absentmindedly. And then you turned away from Austin, letting your hips sway as you ambled in the direction of the bedroom. Little did he know that “paying for it later” was part of your plan all along, too.

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Author’s Note: ...So are y'all sweating as much as I am, or...?

Thank you so much for reading! This is probably the filthiest thing I've ever written, and I'm not sorry about it.

I’m dying to hear your thoughts about it! Please note that I write fanfiction for free; my only request for repayment is a genuine expression of your thoughts, opinions, likes/dislikes, and predictions about the story. Whether it’s simply a “Wow, I loved it!”, a keyboard smash, a series of convoluted thoughts in the tags, or even a full-out review, please know that any and all feedback is welcome!

For fanfic, blurb, or headcanon requests about Elvis, Austin Butler, or Stranger Things, please let me know via my ask box!

Much love ❤︎ from Juniper

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfiction #elvis 2022 #elvis #elvis movie #elvis presley #fanfiction #works by juniper

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bodyhopper-files · 1 year

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An afternoon alone in my brother's body.

"An afternoon alone in my brother's body," Austin smiled to himself with deep satisfaction.

He pulled his brother's slick athletic t-shirt up over his torso with great pleasure, revealing a totally shredded set of abs. Muscles like these were the stuff of boyhood fantasies.

"An afternoon alone with my brother's perfect abs... An afternoon alone with his stupid, pretty face... An afternoon alone with his big, stiff dick..."

At the thought of it, the thick rod in the gray sweatpants he was wearing leapt to a firm attention. He gave the delicious bulge in his pants a playful bounce. His brother's cock was so much better than his own. Not only was it bigger, but it was also even more sensitive, and wired straight to his horny jock nipples.

"Mmm..."

Austin moaned and gave his brother's nipples a soft pinch. He felt a masculine shiver ripple through his entire athletic body. The cocky smile on his lips curled up tight into a sexy sneer. He considered his options; He could call up his brother's girlfriend and get some premium pussy, if he wanted, or he could spend the afternoon alone just touching himself like this. He thought about that for a second, and then he grinned. He loved the feeling of his brother's balls knotted up tight against him. He slid his hand down to his crotch and gave them a feel with unfamiliar hands.

"Ah... I don't know which sounds better..." he moaned with his brother's throaty voice.

He pinched his brother's nipples a little harder and chuckled as his masculine face twisted into an expression of erotic bliss. He grabbed the thick rod in his crotch and gave it a few firm twirls, massaging the big cock in his sweatpants. He could practically feel his brother's girlfriend's pussy wrapped around it. It was so warm, so wicked wet and so eager to be fucked...

Like his dick was doing it for him, he picked up his brother's phone and scrolled to their latest messages.

"Get over here, bitch," he sent a new text along with a photo of his throbbing, veiny cock.

"Yes, sir."

She responded almost immediately. He loved the power that he commanded over these bitches while he was in command of his brother's body.

"I'm gonna fuck that little slut so hard when she gets here," he grunted.

Austin's cocky smile turned into an evil sneer as he imagined her little tits bouncing in his face. He didn't need to imagine the scenario much further than that. When the doorbell rang, he was more than ready for her.

"An afternoon alone?" he thought as he invited her in with his brother's charming smile, "Nah, that's no fun. Not when you've got a brother with a body like this."

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hanzajesthanza · 9 months

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women, magic, power... grail

andrzej sapkowski interviewed 2000 / lysistrata, illustrated by norman lindsay / mother goddess, wikipedia / seated woman of çatalhöyük / tower of fools / cybele / świat króla artura / hecate / tower of fools / catholic mariology, madonna of the rose bower / pietà of the lubiąż abbey (lower silesia, poland) / warriors of god / samson and delilah, master e.s. / the last wish / the vampire, by philip burne-jones / tower of fools / sir galahad receives the holy grail, edwin austin abbey / świat króla artura / lady of the lake

[terf/radfem DNI]

#web weaving #andrzej sapkowski #the witcher #the witcher books #hussite trilogy #the world of king arthur #excerpt #geralt #yennefer #ciri #s: you've condemned yourself to me #s: my aucassin pursued for love #reynevan #jutta de apolda #i like a gershwin tune... how about you?

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Log Anon here

While some of it might not make sense, I’m gonna roast the hell of outta Valentino dripless ass.

Bro looks like he can’t get within 500 feet of a school, he looks like the type of guy to expose himself to strangers in alleyways, bro so poor he uses his damn wings for a coat, his ass stole the Drip King Sir Pentious top hat and wore it worse, guy got the worlds biggest neck beard and it goes the full 360, he got them red dyed dentures, he’s a moth but he’s just the stick figure I drew in kindergarten, man be literally seeing red with red eyes and rose tinted glasses.

How can someone be a pimp and only have heart glasses, a belt buckle and ONE gold chain, knowing this broke fool I bet that chain is made from aluminium, there’s no bling on his fingers meaning he failed Pimp 101, man such a simp he lost his diamonds to drug addict eboy spider-man, his purple shirt and white trousers looks nice but it makes him look like a rich white boy who still suck on his mama’s tits, bro has a heart shaped belt buckle so large it’s triple his dick size, them shoes so weak he should be in prison.

Valentino so fashionless that an invisible man from The Powerpuff Girls beats him. He got drip so weak that being near the Texas Pimp Hank Hill would kill him. His pimp fit so bad that he needs lectures from The Mask featuring Jim Carry’s legendary yellow pimp fit. His red and white ‘coat’ so basic that the Austin Power’s blue and white fur coat would steal his employees in a damn snap. Imagine wearing red so bad that Willy Wonka looks like the drip king in comparison.

Boom Roasted.

#Anonymous #image reply #actual blog post

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pedroam-bang · 1 year

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Austin Powers: International Man Of Mystery (1997)

#1997 #film #movie #Austin Powers #International Man Of Mystery #Elizabeth Hurley #Vanessa Kensington #Mike Myers #Sir Austin Powers #Dr. Evil #Michael York #Basil Exposition #spy

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hi ✨ i know that usually you’re the one that gets the prompts and writes on them but can i just give my two cents on the recent events regarding noah’s behavior on tour because there’s literally no one i can discuss this with, so naturally i need to share and i feel like this here is a safe and fun space to do that.

i know how everyone has this image of what noah’s like in a relationship or in bed or whatever and that’s okay, we can all imagine and that’s what i’m here do to today, but you CANNOT tell me this man is not fucked, foul and twisted because

1. breathing into the mic AUDIBLY right after the “the way you fuck, the way you taste” lyric is nothing close to innocent and i am pretty sure he knows what he’s doing

2. spitting in the air after “so i can look you in the eye when i spit in your face” NUMEROUS times. i’m just gonna say that he knows. spitting is spicy and he knows.

3. that devilish grin he gave right before the growl in dethrone in Austin. uhm. yeah, sadistic, sick and twisted.

also this man feeds off of dark shit. he has said it himself a couple of times. when it comes down to anime, he loves watching the really dark stuff. we know he works on the aesthetics of the band a lot and the primary colors are black, red and grey. the visuals are dark. carrying an axe around a dark hallway? wearing a ski mask for fun? and all black outfits all the time? man loves horror movies as well. im positive he’d be down to chase you down an alley wearing a mask and carrying a knife, ghostface style.

also keeping his composure and having a really cool aura and being quiet while also sounding firm and diplomatic. SCREAMS dom. but like a pleasure dom cause we know he’s the clitmaster3000.

oh yeah, i’m not even gonna mention the fact that he lowered his voice when he said “good. GOOD JOB” when he asked the crowd to make a line for the mosh pit. mans got a praise and degradation kink and no one can tell me otherwise. he loves control and he loves exercising it in all ways possible.

okay, thanks. sorry if that was too much but i can’t stop thinking about it and it makes SO MUCH sense in my head and i need to know if somebody else is gonna agree with me. bye 🦦

I am gonna make you 🦦anon

MAAM OR SIR I AGREE THANK YOU FOR YOUR 2 CENTS YOUR DONATION IS APPRECIATED

But honestly this is what I’m saying HE KNOWS! MAN KNOWS WHAT HES DOING! Because I’ve had some people here say that they know about the fan fic, so he BEEN KNOW what makes us tic! I mean look at the video of him leaning over the crowd (not knowing exactly what he was doing) BUT HE KNOWS THE EFFECT! H knows what we’re into and what makes us go wild! IM TELLING YOU. But I’m telling you it’s kinda scary how DOMINANT he can be but also like super super super calm and collected about it. He gets his fill of power from it but super controlled about it as well and THAT makes it a bit scary but also 🌝

Clitmaster 3000 IM DEAD I LOVE IT! Also you and I must be the same person because I was about to write a small thought on him being a pleasure Dom! HE SCREAMS IT! And I have said before he keeps the mask on during sex 🤠 GIRL WE SHARING THE SAME BRAIN CELL RN CUZ I CAN SEE ALL OF THIS. Hopefully my writing can improve so I can write something that rlly expressed this out if the opportunity comes up.

#🦦 anon #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #star’s anons✨

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flwersgarden · 2 years

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a star is born. ★̲ ˖࣪ ◌

pairings : yandere!austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : elvis' career is slowly going downhill with his movies being a box failure and his songs no longer having the passion they used to have. the comeback special is an idea to get his career up again and become the one he used to be but what he didn't expected was to achieve that and to also find a muse in the way up.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, use of power status as a form of manipulation, slight harassment, advantage of reader's wants), kind of fluffy??

author's note : so, if y'all don't know yet, i loveeeee judy garland and i love her role in a star is born, i watched it with my mom last night and she said el would've done a pretty good norman maine and just like that, boom! this fic is born (*wink*), perhaps i'll do a series based on how well it goes! anyways, i hope y'all enjoy <3

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

“ elvis, you ready? ”

elvis suddenly woke up from his daydreaming state.

giving a slight nod, clearing his throat, he started walking to the main stage in his leather suit.

this special is elvis' first (and only) attempt to bring his career back to his peak, missing the cheering of his name and the beautiful faces that looked at him in awe.

what he didn't expected was to succeed in bringing his career back and in meeting you.

but let's go slow, shall we?

elvis was choosing the team to work in the special and you were a dancer looking for some opportunity to show yourself. how passionate you were about dancing.

he chose you based on a tape he watched next to jerry.

“ her? ”

“ yeah! can't you see how passionate she is about this? ” he pointed at the screen, your hypnotizing silhouette still dancing. “ she is passionate with dancing as i am with singing. ”

that was enough for jerry to hire you.

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you presented yourself to the rehearsals although you couldn't meet elvis. your dance was, sadly, in the background.

it kind of made you mad, you thought you were going to be one of the main dancers (jerry told you so) but the colonel, after finding out elvis' real plans for the special, gave you an order.

“ you will be a background dancer. ” he pointed at you before going and complaining to other dancer.

“ but sir, elvis himself chose me-. ”

“ i don't care what he chose! this was my idea! ” he screamed without looking at you though it still intimidated you so you just looked down while muttering a ' yes, sir. '

you went back to your small apartment, alll sad and miserable, throwing you keys to some chair while you threw yourself in the couch.

what did you expected anyways? to, suddenly, be the main dancer in a elvis presley special? as in a the elvis presley special?

you chuckled to yourself, throwing you arm to cover your eyes so you didn't cry.

it sometimes sucks how passionate you can be abouts something that is hard to achieve.

meanwhile, elvis was furious, he was seething.

“ colonel, you don't get it. that girl is passionate, i didn't just chose her because of her pretty face! ”

he was on a phone call with his manager, hiding from priscilla as he didn't wanted her to see him like this. all worked up.

“ she could be a distraction, the focus wouldn't be on you-. ” the colonel tried to explain his reason.

“ I DONT GIVE A FUCK! ” he punched the wall with a closed fist, the side of his hand a bit red from the impact. “ she is the main dancer. ”

“...i'm sorry, my boy. ” were the colonel's final words before he hung up.

elvis stared at the phone with fire in his eyes, thinking of so many ways to kill the colonel for intruding in his way to make his special.

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what you sure didn't expected the next day was elvis presley himself in your studio's show.

the studio you were in was throwing some show to introduce new dancers, you were already an 'oldie' there (as some of your few friends would call you) so you gave the inicial performance and the end of the show.

for the inicial performance, you danced beautifully, the music sounding in your head, your eyes closed to focus on the gorgeous sound of different instruments you could guess were in the song and ending it with a kiss blown to the audience.

you loved applauses, not only because of your dancer's ego but because it showed that people outside there could understand the love you had for that art and it made you happier than ever.

but as you were getting ready to finish the show, while walking to the main stage, you saw elvis presley stumbling through the hallway, clearly high.

“ what the... ” you whispered, running to him ignoring the pain in your feet because of the heels you were wearing.

“ mr. presley! ”you held his arm, looking at him, quite alarmed at his state. he looked disveled, hair messy and shirt unbuttoned. “ what happened?! ”

elvis just giggled, standing straight before holding your hands in his. “ nothing happened, i just wanted to congratulate you! for your beautiful performance! ” when he said 'beautiful' he extended his arm, almost hitting you in the face making you squeak and crouch down for a few seconds to avoid the hit.

“ t-thank you very much, mr. presley, but you should go. ”

“ no! what am i supposed to do when i go? ” he pouted, almost falling on top of you.

“ mr. presley! ” you sighed, walking to the nearest wall to support your weight. “ okay, fine... can you wait for me here? ”

elvis looked at you as if you were his savior. “ will you leave? ” the tone of a distressed child could be hears in his voice.

you softly smiled, emphatic at his behavior. “ no, i won't. ”

“ okay... ” he whispered, sitting on the floor quite hardly.

you were about to help him but you heard your dance number about to be presented so you just left it to god and walked to the stage.

he saw your performance by the small tv that was hanging in the hallway, in front of where he was sitting. his eyes shined with admiration and inspiration. suddenly, his mind drowned everyone else, the only thing he could see was you. with that ray of light that shined on you. you were made to be the center of attention, he realized. he looked to the audience, suddenly aware that they were there too, a little smile shown in his face as he saw the audience so entranced in your movement; it was like he saw someone else watching the audience while he was performing.

the applause was well deserved, making him snap out of his thoughts, taking a step back before they could light all lights.

you walked quickly out of stage, your mind was plagued with various ideas of elvis doing something while in that state; not that you knew him or something, you just didn't want a scene.

elvis was still applauding, smiling when he saw your figure get closer to his.

“ that was wonderful! ” he laughed, a loud laugh, making you run and grab his arm to lead him out before anyone could see.

“ thank you, mr. presley. ” you tried to hide how flustered someone like him complimenting your dance could make you feel even when he was in cloud nine. “ now, i need to take you home-. ”

“ y/n, that was wonderful! ” your head turned as quickly as it could to the sound of the voice that called you, breathing a sigh when you saw your best friend. “ oh? i didn't knew elvis presley was going to be here. ” he said with a surprised voice. he already knew about your job so he probably though you invited elvis or something.

“ yeah, me neither. ”

he looked at you with a funny look before continuing. “ hey, you still up for the party? ” he asked pointing behind him where laughs could be heard.

” oh, yeah! ” you groaned, shaking your head before pushing elvis to your best friend's embrace who caught him with a surprised face, elvis just groaning.

you took off your lipstick, putting it on. “ i'm not even ready. ” you mumbled, yelping when you realized what you did. “ oh, I'm sorry, mr. presley! sorry, sorry! ” you took his figure in your arms again, your lipstick in one hand which elvis took.

“ y/n, you just saved me. ”

you frowned, looking at him, confused at his sudden confession. ” excuse me? ”

“ yes, you saved me. ” he turned to the wall next to the both of you, painting a heart with your lipstick.

“ w-wait, that's a brand new-. ” your best friend shushed you making you keep quiet, watching him then write your inicials with his in the heart.

“ there, y/n l/n saved elvis presley. ” he gave you your lipstick back, you looking at him with a shy smile.

as you were about to say something else, a male voice interrupted the moment.

“ ep! ” they screamed, your friend and you turning. ” there you are, what are you doing-?! ”

oh, it was jerry!

“ y/n? hey! ” he said, clearly relieved you found elvis than someone else. ” thank you for finding him. ”

you giggled, shaking your head, about to tell him he found you. but your friend grabbed your hand.

“ come on, we're late for the party! ” he almost dragged you, saying your goodbyes to elvis and jerry.

“ he saved me, y'know? ” elvis giggled after saying that.

“ okay, time to go. ” jerry sighed.

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the next time you talked to elvis presley was backstage, he approached you while you were rehearsing.

“ excuse me? ” he asked, knocking on the opened door.

you smiled as you turned and saw who it was, growing fond of your boss over the days.

” come in. ” you sighed, walking to him until standing in front of him.

“ i-uh, just wanted to thank you... and apologize for that time. ”

you knew what he was referring to, he had already apologized a million times.

“ mr. presley... ” you shook your head, looking down.

“ elvis. ” you looked at him, surprised, flinging a little smile in his face. ” please. ”

you smiled. “ elvis. ” his smile grew wider. “ it's really no problem. it's okay. ” you reassured him, again. you didn't mind, you could see he really felt guilty, embarrassed even; the way he would've avoid his gaze made you smile inside, he was so cute sometimes.

“ well, still, i wanted to repay you. ”

you immediately shook your head again. “ i don't want no money-. ”

“ it's nothing like that, i promise you. it's more of an... offer. ”

you were interested, nodding once to show him you were listening.

“ i want to make you a dancer. ” he raised his hands as your brows furrowed. “ no, not like that either. ” he chuckled before explaining himself. “ i want to put you in my special as the main dancer, the one that is with me at all times- even at movies! y/n, you could be famous! ”

you were shocked at how he believed in your dancing enough to propose you something like that. someone like elvis presley...

“ i-... i don't know what to say... ”

“ say yes. ” he held your hands, pleading you to say yes with his eyes. “ please. you deserve it, i mean it. ”

he paused.

“ there are people out there who practice music or other arts and they are not passionate- like us! ” he pointed at you, taking a step back. “ i can't bare to live with myself knowing that someone as talented as you lives without the knowledge of the public. ”

you considered it. yes, this was a big opportunity but even you knew this was impossible. even if someone more famous than elvis presley (that didn't exist) recommended you, you lived in the reality of women being underestimated.

“ elvis, i truly don't know if i will succeed-. ”

“ let us try, at least. ”

you could see how his eyes were filled with hope so, with the thought of trying, said yes.

he smiled, happily and excited of getting you in his plan, hugging you.

“ everyone will see what i see in you. i promise you that. ”

you smiled, thanking the heavens for elvis presley and his kind heart.

#yandere austin!elvis #austin!elvis fic #austin!elvis #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis 2022

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 9 months

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𝔉𝔦𝔰𝔥

Pairing: AU!Prisoner Mark Briscoe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, adult theme, smut, dirty talk, con non-con, dub-con, manipulation, coercion, cursing, degradation, mild power play.

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

This was your first time inside a prison and you were terrified. The cell was dark, moldy, lifeless, and smelt like piss and dirt. Since you were still waiting for a vacant cell in the nearest female facility, you were sent to a prison that currently accepted inmates for transfer. Your eyes roamed around the 6 by 8 feet gray cage, no doubt this would do wonders to your sleepless nights, the place seemed like something out of a horror movie set. From behind you, you heard the soft catcalling coming from the rusty steel bars and quickly turned around to face the man leaning against the gray bars.

“God damn, ain’t today my lucky day?” He took a handful of his crotch, squeezing his cock before he stepped inside the cell.

“Pardon me, sir. But you can’t stay here” You spoke as firmly as your anxiety allowed you to.

The man continued to walk towards you, his amused chuckle was wide enough for you to get a glimpse of his missing front teeth.

“Is that right, sweetheart?” He trapped you between the steel bunk bed and his body, “And why can’t I stay inside my own cell?”

The man towered over you, his disheveled beard tickled your forehead, deep brown eyes gleamed with amusement, and a smirk played on his full lips. His gaze traveled up and down your body, eyeing you up until you shifted in place, feeling completely vulnerable and uncomfortable under his burning stare.

“I didn’t know this was your cell. They just shoved me here, but I don’t want to bother you, so I’ll just ask the guard to put me in an empty cell”. With a disconcerting smile, you tried to step away from him but he just pushed his body against yours, precluding you to get away from him.

“Oh, no no no, baby. You gon’ stay right here with me” Mark’s fingers twirled around a loose strand of hair by your face, “We gon’ be cellmates, sweetheart. And we’ll have a lotta fun together”. His index finger began to trace random patterns on your exposed cleavage, and you could feel his cock beginning to harden against your lower belly.

“You see, you’ll have to be careful here though, sweetie. You’re a fish, and people will take advantage of you because of it”

“What’s a fish?” You mumbled quietly, watching as his finger slipped inside the collar of your tank top.

“See? That’s what I mean!” He chuckled, and the scent of fresh tobacco flooded your nostrils. “A fish is a newbie, someone who’s never been in prison before. They take advantage of the fresh fish and do all kinds of crazy shit to them. The minute they set eyes on you, they’ll fuck you up, sweetheart. They’ll have no mercy on your pussy” Mark laughed loudly before dipping his finger between your breasts and slowly moving it up and down your chest.

“Unless of course, you have an owner, then, depending on who your owner is and his reputation, they’ll leave you alone. But I’m presuming that pretty pussy is vacant?” He smirked, delight covering his features once he spotted the fear and despair settling in your face.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” He cackled and suddenly stepped away from you “Well, I can only wish you luck tomorrow when the guard comes open our cell in the morning”. Shrugging, he settled in the bottom bed and while sitting on the thin mattress, Mark watched you desperately walk back and forth inside the cell. He mentally counted to 5 and that’s when you stopped to look at him.

“Could you maybe help me?” Your eyes screamed with fright “I don’t know, can you somehow defend me?”

“I could do that” Mark waited for the relieved smile to take over your lips so he could continue “BUT, my price is very high, sweetheart. Do you have anything good with you? Money? Cigarettes? Weed? Instant ramen noodles?” He saw you deflate like a hot air balloon while shaking your head in response to his options.

Mark held back his smirk and started “Then how am I supposed to help you, sweetie? This is a prison, not a church. There ain’t no charity happening in here”

“I…I’m sorry, but I don’t have those things with me. I can pay you when I leave, I promise you I’ll pay for everything the minute they grant me my parole!”

Now Mark had to laugh, he figured you were naive but not to the point of it being this ridiculous. “Oh, baby. You are out of your goddamn mind! That sweet talk ain’t gonna fly in here, you gotta give if want to receive”

“But I don’t have any-”

“You know what’s really valuable that you’ve got?”

“No” You answered meekly

“Come here” Mark crooked his finger, beckoning you closer. Once you were at arm's reach, he pulled you down to straddle him.

“What the fuck are yo-”

“Shhh, shut the fuck up” Mark’s hand covered your lips, preventing you from continuing to talk. His free hand dipped underneath your denim mini skirt, fingers brushing and tracing your outer lips. He groaned at the feeling of your warm core against his calloused fingers “This warm little pussy is the most valuable thing you’ll ever own inside this prison. If you want something, sweetheart, all you gotta do is offer this” Mark’s thumb traced lazy circles around your red lace-clothed clit. “And you’ll get anything you want”.

You abruptly pulled your lips away from his palm “I’m not going to fuck you if that’s what you’re implying!” You meant to move away from his lap, but the expertise of his touch on your bundle of nerves had your body melting.

“Oh no, baby. I’m not saying you should fuck me, you’re missing the point here. This is simply a business transaction! You want something I can give you and in return, you got something I’ve been dying to have ever since I got locked up”. His fingers swiftly pushed your lace thong to the side, allowing his middle and ring finger to slip inside your surprisingly wet entrance. “This ain’t two people meeting at a bar and going back to a hotel for a quick fuck, this is pure business, baby. I ain’t gonna be your boyfriend, I ain’t gonna bring you flowers, I’ll just prevent this pussy from being taken advantage of inside this prison, and in return, I’ll fuck you whenever I want”.

Mark’s fingers moved swiftly inside of you, stretching and caressing your walls most intimately. He was an explorer, you could tell from the way he crooked his fingers in different directions and used different speeds to test what would be more successful with you.

This very same scenario kept playing in your mind during the entire previous night, you knew sooner or later you’d see yourself in this very same position of having to sell your body in exchange for something, you just didn’t expect it to be on your first day inside this shithole.

“You’ll be smarter if you get me as your owner because trust me, sweetheart, you don’t want any of the guards using this pussy. You know why?”

“Why?” You shuddered when his tongue licked a stripe across your neck. You tried to fight back, but your body seemed to betray you ever since it was underneath the hillbilly’s expert touch.

“Because you see, I’m nice. I’m thoughtful enough to make this pussy nice and wet before I can play with it. Shit, I even want you to enjoy this too. But them? Oh darling, they’ll fuck you up! And not in a way that’ll have you begging for more” Mark chuckled “But me, I do care ‘bout all of that! I’m that nice” His free hand tosses your hair over your shoulder, his rough fingertips drawing lazy patterns across the skin of your collarbone.

“I’ll be the best friend you’ve ever had, baby” Mark huffed a laugh, his brown eyes stared at your face, reveling in the way you struggled to keep a straight face.

“Feels good to have a real man’s fingers inside that pussy, doesn’t it, sweetheart? You seem the type that goes for those preppy college boys. The ones who wear a sweater vest with a v-neck and everything. You know, the usual rich sissy bullshit”.

You felt your wetness dripping on his clothed crotch as he pulled his fingers out of you, Mark lifted his hand up and shoved both fingers in his mouth, loudly sucking your juices off his flesh before he placed the same fingers inside your mouth, deep enough to make your gag reflex come to life.

“I bet they only fuck you in missionary” He chuckled as you continued to choke “Oh, look at all of the pretty whore sounds you’re making for me right now, sweetheart. Do they ever fuck this pretty little mouth? I’m guessing not. But don’t worry, darling. We’ll have plenty of time to turn you into a professional slut before you get out of here, I’ll teach you everything you need to know, don't you worry now.”

Mark pushed you to the side on the steel bed, you clumsily fell on your hands and knees, and from behind you his laugh echoed “See? You’re a fast learner”. The grip on your hips was deadly, you could feel his trimmed fingernails sinking into your flesh as he pushed your hips back.

Mark lifted your mini skirt up, his satisfied moan upon seeing your core covered with a damp red lace had you squirming underneath him. “Just look at you” He speak when your gaze met his over your shoulder, “Such a fucking pretty sight. Fuck, you gon’ keep looking at me when I slid my cock in that wet pussy, do hear me? I wanna see those beautiful eyes going wide when fuck you nice and deep”.

You couldn’t force yourself to pull your eyes away from him. There was something so primal, so raw about him that had the most hidden part of your being begging for him to fuck you the minute you caught a glimpse of his orange pants being pushed down to his knees.

“Just like that” Mark snapped your red thong in half and tossed it over his shoulder, he grabbed his length, and gave the tip a firm squeeze before rubbing it across your wet folds, “Just stay still and be a good little fuck hole for me, Bambi”.

Your hands closed around the thin bed sheet once the pressure of his crown sliding into your opening brought a slight discomfort.

“Oh, this pussy is so motherfucking tight” He hissed “It’s like fucking a virgin pussy all over again”.

Mark’s words pulled a moan you couldn’t hold back anymore. As more of his cock settled into you, the volume of your moans began to grow louder, “Oh my poor Bambi, they just fuck you like a lady, don’t they? They’ve never fucked you like a dirty whore before?”

A high-pitched scream escaped your lips once Mark was buried inside of you, “It hurts so good” You mumbled to yourself.

Mark leaned forward and whispered in your ear “That’s because a real man is fucking the princess out of you, sweetheart”, his hand pushed your hair away from your face, “Look at that beautiful cock whore face”. His lips gave open mouth kisses on your cheek while praising how good you felt around him.

The sound of heavy boots echoed down the cell’s corridor and Mark instantly covered your mouth with his hand, “Shhh shut the fuck up! Don’t you fucking make a sound!”. He listened carefully as the guard whistled and laughed at the other end of the corridor.

“That’s a good little toy, keep quiet for me” Mark slowly began to move his hips again, you could still hear the guard’s voice but it was getting distant with each minute. A brief moment of sanity crossed your mind, and you instantly tried to move away from the man behind you, but Mark used his body weight to keep you in place. He pinned your hands above your head as you screamed against the old mattress.

“Stop whimpering, bitch! You’re getting a pretty good fucking deal here!” Mark sank his cock deeper into your void, making you moan and scream, “No, please. I don’t want to do this anymore…I changed my mind”.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad for you, slut. Because I’m enjoying this tight pussy too much to stop” He chuckled.

His words made your walls clench around his hard cock, the added grip making him grunt “I knew you’d like that, you dirty little bitch”. Mark’s free hand traveled down your body until it stopped at your mound. You tried to close your legs to prevent him from touching you but he only laughed “Go ahead, bitch. Make that pussy extra tight for me”.

You whimpered and held back a moan when Mark’s fingers began to circle your clit. His beard tickled your nape and his tobacco breath warmed the skin of your cheek. You soon found yourself pushing your body to meet his thrusts, yearning for that release you haven’t had in a long time. “Oh, fuck yes. Use that cock, baby. Fuck yourself with it” Mark moaned, his words earned a needy whimper from your lips.

In between his rough thrusts and hair-pulling, you felt yourself drowning in a sea of overwhelming emotions: fear, need, hate, desire, lust, panic…it all flooded you like a tsunami. And in between your weak moans and Mark’s vigorous moves, you only managed to hear a distant “Better get used to this, Bambi. I’m going to be having you every day from now on” between heavy pants.

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 1 year

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Daddy's #1

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Warning: Daddy kink, creampie, Blow job, Jealousy sex, Spanking, Dirty talk, Teasing and Mocking, Cuckholding, Ownership, Boss-employee/ lovers relationship, hair pulling,Dealmaking, Power Domenic, Mean Austin (well not the reader), Cumming in pants Just nasty stuff ya know the drill.

Summary: Austin Butler was your pimp and you were his number 1 money-maker. Austin needed to make a deal with another pimp, Daddy Harry so Austin took you with him and Harry take an interest in you. Your Daddy is not happy bout it so he shows just how much you belong to him, you and Harry.

A/n: Sorry for this taking so long but here it is! Also for those who don't know one of Austin's favorite colors is blue.

Austin kisses your neck and down to the valley between your breasts, his big hands kneading them before pushing them against his face and he shakes his head; motorboating himself as he blows raspberries. You giggle and laugh at his goofiness. Running your fingers through his hair and spoke up "What's wrong daddy?" "How'd you know?" Austin mutters between your boobs. "well I recall you saying "Nothing makes everything better but your breasts"." You mimicked his deep voice " What?" he raised his head and his eyebrow "I said you make everything better." He corrected you and you just grinned at him "Same thing." Austin shook his head in playful disbelief "Please, tell me." you begged him.

" I have to make a deal with another pimp," Austin rolled his eyes before he looked at you lustfully "You're gonna come with me but for now let's finish what we started." He smirked kissing along your jawline, his cock twitching inside of your cunt, distracting you from asking more."O-oh, Daddy." You mewled hopelessly as he began to pound you into the mattress as if he'd die if he didn't.

It was Saturday, the day of Daddy Austin's deal and you waiting to hear the familiar sound of his car horn, while you waited you looked over your makeup and lingerie in the body mirror beside the door of your apartment. You had on a rose-gold shadow with a dark brown on the corner of your eyes, blended perfectly with clear lip gloss to make your lips shine. You wear Austin's favorite set, it was baby pink with gold hearts paired with pink high heels and a light pink choker with another gold heart in the middle. Your hair was on the side to show off Daddy Austin's ownership over you, a tattoo of his first initial with a king's crown on top.

You smiled softly to yourself, it was wrong to be in love with your boss, you knew it. But It was hard not to. You met him when your friend suggested that you get a job at the club that open up 5 months ago, giving your dance history, you considered it. Blue, purple, pink, and white lights flashed around you when you had laid eyes on him, he was sitting on a VIP couch, laughing with what seemed to be his friends and a girl, a stripper in his arm.

You played with the hem of your shirt, you needed this job! So with a shaky breath, you quickly made your way to the VIP section. "S-sir?" you gulped as the whole group turned to you "I..um—" "You can't be here." the raven-haired woman under Austin's arm glared at you. "Can I help you?" Austin's voice was surprisingly deep and smooth "I need a job a-and a friend said you're hiring, right?" you stuttered. the girl scoffed and opened her mouth to say something but stopped when Austin stood up "Let's talk more in my office," He smiled and walked you to his office his hand hovering over the small of your back "Oh! I'll see you guys later!" Austin called over his shoulder.

You got the job even though you didn't have much confidence but Austin helped you along the way. It wasn't long before you became the crowd's favorite. The girl that glared at you, Scarlett, whose you've learned was her name, was not happy about it before you came, she was top dog and she was gonna let Austin know that but she didn't get the chance.

BEEP!

You inhaled and grab the long white fur coat Daddy Austin bought for your birthday, you quickly put it on, and grabbed your purse, keys, and phone. You locked the door to your apartment and ran as fast as you could in your heels to the pretty light blue Cadillac. Austin always had a love for old things, cars were no exception that was one of the many things you love about him. Austin didn't spare a glance at you as you got in the car, his hand on the wheel was white from how hard he was holding it.

You put your hand on his knee and his tensed body relaxes at your touch, as he puts the car on drive, he holds your hand for the whole ride, you don't say anything. knowing sometimes he needed silence to think and calm down. You realized why he hated this deal when you pulled to 'Falling.' one of Pimp Harry Styles's clubs, he and Austin had some kind of rivalry, and Austin felt like Harry was always upstaging him despite being just as a successful pimp and clubs owner.

Austin got out of his Cadillac and opened your car door, offering his arm to you which you took with a smile. You leaned more into his body and hummed a tune, feeling his warmth as he walked you into the lively stripper club, the music boomed loudly but you could barely hear it, it was like every time you were alone with Austin it was only you and him in the world. You gently massage his arm, doing your best to help, he only brings you to deals if he doesn't like the pimp or is uneasy around them. He doesn't say it out loud but you knew; you've become a safe space for him, someone to go to when he's in his head too much because you bring him down to earth.

"Austin! Welcome mate." Harry greeted, his curly hair resting again on his jawline, his black suit jacket sparkling in the fleshing purple and red lights, Harry smirked as his green orbs laid upon you "Who is this beautiful lady?" he asked without looking away from you "Her stage name is Cherry Valentine, and that's all you'll know." Austin spat "it's a pleasure to meet you miss Cherry," Harry said taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles all the while looking up at you from behind his long beautiful brown lashes. Austin's jaw clenched.

You smile at him shyly as he lets your hand go "Let's go somewhere private, so we can talk about business." He said leading you to a VIP room you take this time to look around, Two beautiful women dance on the stage, one on the pole while the other seductively rolls her hips, Men and women rain them with money, and there's laughing, and talking, people taking shots as they watch the girls perform. "Here we are." Harry opens a door, and a single purple C-couch sat in the middle with a circular stage with a silver glittery polstandingod in front and the carpet is a furry white. You and Daddy Austin sat on the right side of the cushioned couch, facing Harry "Darling!" he called and like Magic, a girl with back-length pink hair walked dressed in a baby blue baby doll With black heels carrying a tray with two glasses of whisky. "Thank you." Austin sends her a smile, grabbing a glass, a blush spreads across her pale cheeks "Thank you, dear." Harry said taking a sip, "I recently have gotten a few new women, Some from Africa, Japan, and Puerto Rico. I haven't marked them yet, of course, and I thought why not have a mate get some, they're trained well and follow orders of reasonable command " Harry leaned back.

"Thank you but my girls are enough," Austin assured "Mate what bout your other clubs? I know 'Blue suede' is as popular as 'Falling'—" Harry started "They perform excellently." Austin fired back now full-on glaring "oh..So does she perform excellently?" Harry asked his eyes racking down your lingerie form, licking his bottom lip, his green orbs darkening. Austin leaned back, an idea in mind and a smirk on his face with a devilish glint in his icky blues "She's better than excellent." he replied, looking at you with an unreadable emotion as he stroked your cheek gently before tapping your chin.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling while you shrug off your coat, letting it drop to the floor, you knew exactly what that meant. You put your knees on the couch and pulled his hardening cock out of his black dress pants, you swirled your tongue around the tip of his large cock, moaning at the taste of his salty pre-cum, you exhaled as he had trained you, and with an inhale you took his whole length down your throat, saliva leaked out from corners of your mouth your arousal created a darker pink of you light pink underwear, you bobbed your head along his member, and drool pooled around the base of his cock and pants. Austin watches harry focusing on the sight of his girl choking and gagging around his dick, his smirk growing wider, he grabbed your hair and forces himself down your tight throat without a warning, Harry groans as his cock forms a tent in his black pants.

Austin kept you there for a good 10 seconds before pulling you off and just as you take a sharp inhale Austin pulled you off the couch and pushed you toward Harry, you yelped as you catch yourself on harry's knees "Oh, I'm so sorry—" you started but was interrupted as you felt Austin pulling down your panties and pushes himself roughly into you, making you grip Harry's knees tighter to stop from crushing head first onto him. You looked everywhere but harry, Austin gripped your hips hard so that it would surely leave bruises as he pushed back you onto his dick, his thrusted had started slowly and deeply, his balls smacking against your clit "Fucking look at him." Austin growled grabbing a hold of your hair and forcing you to make eye contact with Harry, as he pounded into you. You could barely hold in your moans, he typically wasn't this rough.

Austin spanked your ass with his other hand leaving a sharp sting sd on your right cheek, "you love this cock, don't you baby?" he asked slapping your ass again harder this time "YES! L-love it so much!" you shouted cock drunk as you fought to keep looking at harry. The said man gulped, his dick stirring wake in his pants, a tent taking from as he is helpless to do anything that is if he wanted, Harry bit his lip to stop from moaning, your breasts bouncing his face. Suddenly you and Harry were brought back to reality when Austin laughed cruelly "Aww Harry 'Mate' are you turned on? So desperate for My woman that you're hot and bothered from watching me fuck her? Pathetic Harry even for you." Austin smirked looking Harry in the eyes as you nearly scream at his rough, animalistic pounding, it was getting too much, you are close and you were sure Austin could tell by your clenching walls.

Daddy Austin pulled out, and before you whined he manhandled you to sit on Harry's lap with your back against his chest, forcing your ass on harry's hard on, Austin thrusted himself back inside of your hot core and resumed his wild pounding, you moaned and whimpered, rolling your hips up. Austin's long fingers rubes your swollen clit with a hectic pace all the while you were in your world of pleasure, you couldn't hear Harry's soft moans and whines from the friction of your butt against his clothed dick, he clawed at the poor couch. You let out a long, loud moan as you reach your climax, Austin grunted, filling your abused pussy with his steaming hot cum, and harry swallowed down his moans, his cum filing his boxers, wishing it was him cumming inside you.

Austin jerks his cock out causing a little river of his seed to flow out of you, his chest rose up and down from his heavy panting, and after calming down Austin runs his fingers through his messy-sex hair and pulled himself back his pants, he quickly fixed his suite "Come on baby it's time to go." his deep voice a raspy, you with a little trouble got off Pimp Harry's lap and grabbed your coat, you wrapped it around but with you walked to your pimp, your feet give out just before you hit the ground Austin caught you in his strong arms and without sparing a look at harry, he makes his way to his car.

Austin gently kissed your forehead as he laid you in the passenger seat, he put the seat bait around your fucked-out yourself, shut the car door, and walked to the driver's seat. The drive was quiet but comfortable, when you stop at a red light, the street lights created a tan-like color on you both Austin called out your name softly, you turned your head and focused on him "Yeah Daddy?" you spoke just as softly Austin stay silent for a moment before he lifts his jacket and shirt to his chest, there on his hip, close by his v-line was a tattoo of your name initials in big, black cursive writing and a crown with light pink and blue jewels on top, a large lavender heart-shaped jewel inside of the front "I'm yours." He spoke up finally not taking his eyes off the road.

You smiled.

He loved you as you loved him.

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its-short-for-jackalope · 7 months

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WOW! THAT WAS SOME LORE, HUH? :D

reposting this meme bc it's true and bc I really like it, lol

I have quite literally been scribbling notes on a scrap of paper like a madman while rewatching TGOA part 3 as many times as possible, just jotting down all the mindboggling information we've been given, and some less direct stuff that I could be reading too much into but is fun and neat even if it doesn't amount to anything crazy and galaxy-brained, lol.

So click/tap below the cut for rambles about the final part of Pulp Musicals episode 3

The Ghosts of Antikythera ⚓️

Names, Names, Names!!!

Hey, might as well start with all the new names we've gotten!

The captain of the Antikythera — the ghost ship from 'someplace else' — is Addison Arvad.

Kal (my beloved/beloathed ❤ ) is Kalfu

The Traveler we met in TBS is Sia 💖💖

Ahlaam is another Traveler. I adore her already, and not just because she saved Rose.

Dakkar is... somebody. As expected, I've been going crazy in my dms with @man-down-in-hatchet-town, and she believes Dakkar is probably inspired by/based on Captain Nemo? 👀

King(?!) Itzal is... probably bad news! Kal's the one who calls him a King and he is obviously pretty loyal and devoted to him, and wants to impress him (aww), so methinks Itzal is maybe not so good???? (I am also a proud supporter of Brooke's Dylan Saunders as Itzal campaign, lol)

The Blazing World is home. It's where the Travelers and the Antikythera's Searchers (rip) are from, it was destroyed once—but is being rebuilt?—and Kalfu and Itzal seem to want it gone for good.

Lincoln Island is the mysterious island our heroes on the Ellen Austin are approaching at the end of the episode, the place Ahlaam sent Rose and the Antikythera to via orrery.

Quick *Approximate* Timeline

Eh, what can I say? We got numbers and I decided to do a tiny bit of math about it.

1874 — the Antikythera & the Ellen Austin

🔴 YOU ARE HERE

🎶 When are we? 🎶 Well, Morgan Reese informs our time-traveling heroes that, uh yeah lol, last he checked the year was 1874. What a funny question from a bunch of rapscallions!

Captain Arvad's logs from the Antikythera start in January 1874, so we know the Searchers were out and about in this same year. Their disappearances were recent and the ship hasn't been empty for all that long, I don't think.

1865 — may this monument stand forever

On this site in 1835, Sir John Herschel and Anna Hanover launched the first brick satellite, the Sagitta, in what was known as Township Number Nine. Erected to commemorate their bravery, to thank them for their gift to all mankind, may this monument stand forever.

Dedicated August, 1865.

1864 — the dark angel appears

A desperate AJ makes his ill-fated deal with Kal in exchange for his crew's safety during the Battle of Mobile Bay.

Damn the torpedoes.

1835 — the beginning of our adventure

🎶 IT IS EIGHTEEN THIRTY-FIVE 🎶 and the Great Moon Hoax and The Brick Satellite both happen in this year. Things were so simple back then!

1829 — the Blazing World is destroyed

In 1874, we are told (first by Arvad's journal, and then by Sia) that their home, that the Blazing World was destroyed 45 years ago. If my math is right and they're not hippity-hopping too much in time (they have time travel capabilities so idk for sure) that would put the destruction of the Blazing World in 1829.

If the world being destroyed is also the Event that Kal alludes to in Gunpowder and Rum, pt. 3 ("Your powers are returning and you still don't remember what happened? 😒") AND it's the one that left Margaret without her memories and powers, then... could Margaret have been feeling lost, alone, and disconnected with her phantom pain in New York for 6 whole years before the Stratfords wrote the hoax that would bring the quartet together??? 🥺

And while we're on the subject of time passing!

If Sia and Kalfu and everyone besides the quartet has gotten to 1874 the long way 'round... (which I think is the case if Kal snarked at Sia for hiding Margaret in the future—if he has a sense of the future in relation to the world and time, I'd say this also implies he & the others have a pretty consistent present?) ...have they aged? Or does their magic also lengthen their lives? I imagine it would be mentioned if Sia was visibly older, and since Samuel described Kal as looking ~40 years old, then how could he be younger than the war he's been in? lol. But idk, this is just food for thought!

Kal Loves His Lore Dumps, Doesn't he? This one's mostly about Margaret <3

"You've proven quite elusive over the years... We've searched across the seven seas... I suppose it's only fitting that I find you here by chance, looking for an orrery! I'd have settled for the ship, what's its name? An-ti-ky-ther-a. But you will be quite the prize. It's you that will seal our victory! A ship from the Blazing World would have been quite the quarry. But you? That could end things once and for all!"

"The ship, the orrery, they don't matter now. Not when I can dispatch the two biggest traitors in history with just one blow!"

Seems like our girl is pretty special~ 🥰

I mean, of course she is, she's our Margaret, but if Kal is willing to let the Antikythera go to get her instead, and he's so convinced that taking her out will win the war... our girl is Pretty Special™ right? Maybe she's a princess or something, or maybe her Radiance is just that heckin' strong. idk, but I'm excited to find out either way.

I'm also wondering if there's a connection between Margaret and the orrery/orreries... If Kal thought it was fitting to find her when he was after the orrery, does that mean something more? Could Margaret have created the orreries and/or the magic behind them? 👀

...actually maybe this isn't such a good and fun thing. 😅😟 Things don't usually go very well for special and important characters—what is the saying, tragedies love heroes? I mean, Margaret has lost her powers and memories once already, as well as her home and whatever family she may have had before. I know all our pulp blorbos have been in dire straights a few times now, but I don't want them to get MORE DIRE than this!

Kalfu, Sia, & Margaret's history

Kal: High marks for cloaking the fleet, but seriously—

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Kal: Come on, it's a Traveler reunion.

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Kal: Just a drink between three friends.

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Sia: Oh, you were once a man that I trusted. Tell me, where has he been?

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Sia: Itzal poisoned your mind!

Kal: Itzal opened my mind!

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Sia and Margaret: *powering up*

Sia: Hey, Kalfu!

Kal: Huh? Ugh, not again.

Kal: *team rocket fog's blasting off again*

I think it's pretty safe to say that, once upon a time, these three were once close. Maybe they were friends and peers, or maybe Kalfu was once Sia and/or Margaret's mentor with that "high marks" comment. Whatever the case, they used to be allies who trusted each other.

I think it's also safe to say all three of them are/were Travelers. Obviously Sia is, and Margaret probably is/was one as well, since she and Sia have a badass combined attack (that I'm betting they used against Kalfu ~45 years prior). As for Kal... I don't know how the radiance and the fog fit together exactly, whether they've always been separate or the fog is a dark bastardization of the radiance, but it seems like he is on equal footing with Sia as far as magic powers go, and he can teleport like they do—AJ witnessed this at the Battle of Mobile Bay, and Samuel did (kinda) on the deck of the Ellen Austin. I don't know if that's the only qualification for being a Traveler, but it's worth mentioning.

It seems like Itzal was a pretty big factor in this trio splitting up—for whatever reason, Kal turned his back on Sia and Margaret to follow him, or perhaps Sia and Margaret left Kal behind when he wouldn't leave with them. I don't know, but I want to—I have questions!!!

Sia and Itzal — Future sight?

Kal (to Sia): You know, for someone with precognitive abilities, you sure like to cut things close. 😒

...

Kal: How I wish King Itzal was here to witness this. Or did he already know? Eh.

There's not much to say about this, really, I just think it's interesting.

But it does make me wonder if Sia *knew* that sending Margaret and the others to Hanover in 1874 would lead Margaret to the Antikythera and help her regain her memories, even if Sia couldn't see much more than that. Like, if she knew that Kal would be there, I don't think she would have put Margaret at risk like that when she was still vulnerable. Unless she was betting on Margaret figuring things out before Kal could make his move... gah, who knows! (Matt. Matt knows.) We do know that Sia can't see everything, though—she knows that the crew of the Antikythera are gone but has to ask Kal what he did with them.

Also, obligatory "yikes 😬" at the idea of having an enemy (King Itzal) who could possibly see your attacks/plans before you make them. That can't make this war any easier!

Fogging the vortices, you say?

Kal: We've been fogging the vortices for decades. There was bound to be an Antikythera sooner or later.

Vortices.... plural for vortex, yeah?

"A mass of whirling fluid or air, especially a whirlpool or whirlwind."

Is one of these vortices located here in the Sargasso Sea? Is that why Rose already knows plenty of ghost stories about these waters, why this is a strange place that'll one day be dubbed the Bermuda Triangle? Where are the other vortices??? How many are there??? What are they, exactly???

Okay, but what about the gates?

Kal: A war for a world of power and might

Sia: A war for a world of courage and light

Kal: Fought over decades

Sia: Over ascension

Kal/Sia: No chance of surrender, no chance of redemption

I'm just throwing darts here, but I feel like 'ascension' has to do with the gates that have been alluded to a few times now?

First, in TBS, Sia told Margaret that she couldn't take her to the gate until her memories were back. Then in part 2 of TGOA, Kal said something about the Antikythera's orrery leading him to the first gate.

I don't think these gates are the same thing as the vortices—if the bad guys have already been 'fogging' them, then Kal wouldn't need an orrery to find them.

The gates probably lead to the Blazing World, right? Kal and Itzal want to destroy the Blazing World for good, which is why Kal was trying to get the orrery, to get to the gate, to ascend to the Blazing World and turn it to dust once and for all.

Travelers and Symbols/Elements/Associations

To finish up, here's one of the things I've noticed more recently. We have four magical characters now who seem to be at similar levels of power and might all be/have been Travelers, and maybe it's just a fun bit of flavor rather than anything Extremely Vital to the plot, but they each seem to have their own kind of... niche?

Lemme run through 'em real quick.

Kalfu—

● Want a drink?

● Gunpowder and rum, too strong for some! 🎶

● And poison... is kinda my thing.

● Non-lethal fog, my latest brew

Kal's easy to figure out—he's been pretty clear with his gunpowder and rum (delicious!) and once he revealed it he's been very cheeky and upfront about his use of/preference for poison too. He also stands out as the only person wielding fog, but I'm sure that'll change as we delve further into the dark and into this war we're learning about.

Sia—

● "Was that sunlight shining in the sphere?"

● We're here to light the fuse

● Lay another hand on her and you'll go down in flames

● I will always be that feeling burning under your skin

hehe okay, Sia is the reason this whole section of my post exists lol. I noticed the references to fire in enough of her lines/lyrics in part 3 that I thought it couldn't be a coincidence, and then I looked at the others. I just think it's neat!

Maybe these lines are just nods to the fact that light can burn as well as illuminate—Kalfu would probably know, hah—but it is fun to think that maybe we could see our first and dearest Traveler friend whip out some cool fire magic later on—when she's not duking it out with somebody on a wooden boat, lol.

I'd love that for her, tbh.

...especially because alcohol is flammable. :)

Ahlaam—

Narrator: In a blinding flash, a woman materialized, and with a single motion, she pushed the water of the room with her mind

Okay, I fully admit this is mostly just a reason for me to make another waterbending joke. Ahlaam's appearance in this episode wasn't really long enough to give us much information about her, but I mean we also haven't seen anyone else do anything with water until she came along, so... if we see her do more stuff like this and she has more associations with water in episode 4 onwards, I will feel pretty smart. 😌

Margaret—

● the moon

● the sea

● astronomy

we might not know much about Margaret's magic beyond how brightly it glows—which isn't unique to her—and what she's been able to do with it, be we do know that she has a connection with the moon, of course.

I think we could also argue that she has a pull to the sea—mostly because of the view from her window and the rooftop, overlooking the water. Learning about the Searchers and the fact that Kal was looking for Margaret on the sea supports this connection, but again, that doesn't really single her out from the others.

Margaret does have an appreciation for astronomy, but even that might not be super unique, if her people have orreries on every ship and they all look up to the sky. However... my brain is still chewing on a possible connection between Margaret and the orrery, because of what Kal said. It would be pretty rad if she was the one who designed and crafted them, figured out that magic. So idk, that could be something.

If her memories are returning, maybe we'll see her really start to shine amongst her fellow Travelers as she recalls more about herself and brings together the person that resides in her memories and the person that losing her memories made her into.

phew, okay! this is a long post and I am now very sleepy, lol. I'm sure I missed a few things—I didn't take any *literal* notes during parts 1 & 2 and it'll be a few days before I get the album and lose my mind again—but maybe there's a few things I managed to catch that y'all will enjoy.

As always, feel free to reply/reblog with your own thoughts!!!

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