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Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!! 🥰💕💌🌹💋
In honor of my favorite holiday, V-Day requests are open ☺️ feel free to check out some of my favorite prompt lists in my pinned post, or check the tag “Sage’s Valentines” for some special Valentine’s Day prompts <3
As always, I’ll accept any requests for:
- Elvis (2022)
- Top Gun Maverick
- Top Gun (1986)
(quick note! I’m not super confident writing x-readers for TG1986 just yet, but feel free to send in some character x character pairings or poly ships and I’ll do my best to do them justice!)
- Stranger Things
- Masters of the Air (new addition!) (bc come on, y’all think I’m gonna see military 1940s Austin Butler w/ a Southern accent and *not* wanna write for him??)
I hope you all have the wonderfullest of days celebrating love in all its forms, whether that be romantic, platonic, queerplatonic, familial… love is a joy no matter what form it takes 💕
tagging a couple friends under the cut, just to get the word out 🥰
@austinbutlermischief @austin-butlers-gf @sassy-ahsoka-tano @mpmarypoppins @dontbesussis @recycledn0stalgia
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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 months
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religion's in your lips, the altar is my hips
in which Steve takes care of you after a bad day
- including but not limited to: praise kink, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), Steve lowkey being a service dom 👀
(this is. very self-indulgent. very veryyyyyy self-indulgent. you have been warned <3)
a/n: huuuge shoutout to @upsidedownwithsteve's (aka Emmy, Queen of Smutty Sunday <3) most recent smutty Sunday event for giving me inspiration to write my very first smutty fic! Obligatory disclaimer that yes, this is my very first smut fic ever, I am an ✨asexual virgin✨ please manage expectations accordingly, yada yada yada. Also so many hugs to my bestie Kenz @fangirl-imagines for looking this over before I posted it ☺️ Kenzie has some incredible fics, go support her y'all!
Word count: 2870
Warnings: THIS IS SMUT. MINORS BEGONE. 🔞
Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍
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You let yourself into your apartment with a sigh, shoulders relaxing the tiniest bit as you step over the threshold into your home and finally toe off your heels.
Bypassing the darkened kitchen and empty living room, you open the door to your bedroom, where you knew you’d find a shirtless Steve in the middle of his post-work ritual of playing some game on his computer.
He looks up as you enter, face brightening with a smile as he greets you.
“Hey baby, how was—”
In lieu of an answer, you flop face first onto the bed with a groan.
You can hear the smile fade from his voice as he hisses sympathetically, “That bad, huh?”
You lift your chin so it’s propped up on the pillow as you explain your terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.
“You know that project that Marie was working on? She asked me for help on it, and I gave her some pointers, but she said she still wasn’t really understanding it so I ended up having to do all of it for her. And she’ll probably take all the credit for it, too.” You grumble, rolling your eyes, “And we had that meeting with our new clients, and my boss basically volun-told me to take notes for it, even though that’s really the liason’s job, and then she criticized me for not taking as detailed notes as Lauren even though that’s literally Lauren’s job! And she was there, she could’ve taken the notes, I don’t even—”
You shake your head in exasperation, shifting topics, “And then I didn’t even have time for lunch because Sara wanted me to help train the interns, and…” You end your rant with a groan, letting your face drop back into the pillow. “‘M just. So tired.”
“Sweetheart…” Steve’s voice turns soft as the pillow underneath your head, and he gets up from his spot at the desk to climb onto the bed, pulling you into his arms.
You curl into him instinctively, your head finding that space in the crook of his neck that feels like it was made for you personally, one hand coming up to toy with the curls at the nape of his neck, tracing patterns along the freckles and moles dotted along his skin.
“What can I do to help, honey?” Your boyfriend asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Jus’ wanna… I dunno, just. Stop.” You mumble against his shoulder, shrugging and curling further into him.
He hums in understanding, grabbing the hand that’s currently drawing invisible hearts around the moles near his collarbone and pressing a kiss to the back of it.
“You’ve been doing so much for everyone today,” he murmurs, voice layered with understanding and adoration as he leans in and peppers tiny kisses over your forehead, your nose, your eyelids, and you relax even more as his voice washes over you, “Worked so hard.”
He pulls you closer, scattering kisses all over as you finally release all the tension you’ve been holding, letting out a sigh and shifting in his arms to face him. You don’t realize you’re straddling him until you’re pressed nearly flush against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.
His lips brush over every part of your face, down to your neck and then back up as you become putty in his hands, murmuring soft words of praise to you the whole time.
“You just need to stop working now, huh? Need to stop thinking,” His lips draw a path to your ear, where he whispers, “need to let someone else do all the work, huh, baby?”
A shiver runs down your spine, constantly in awe of the power just his voice has over you. His hand settles on your hip, a comforting, grounding weight while his other hand brushes a strand of hair back from your forehead. His lips work their way back down over your cheek, stopping to hover just over yours, mouths brushing together as he murmurs in a voice like silk, “Is that what you want, honey? Want me to take care of you?”
Warm chocolate eyes meet yours, soft, caring, always ensuring he has your consent before he does anything.
At your near-imperceptible nod, he drags his hand up to cup your chin, thumb dragging along your bottom lip.
“Need your words, pretty girl.”
“Yes,” you breathe, and that’s all the confirmation he needs to surge up and capture your lips with his.
As you brace yourself on his shoulders, his hands move to the thin strip of exposed skin where your shirt has ridden up. Your kisses become hungrier, ignoring your need for oxygen in favor of Steve’s plush, kiss-swollen lips, and he slowly drags up the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss briefly to get your permission.
At your eager nod, your shirt is off and tossed to some corner of the room, his mouth eagerly on yours once more.
You can feel exactly how much he’s enjoying this through his sweats, and you instinctively begin to rock in his lap, dragging your increasingly damp core over his.
His hands grip your hips, the familiar feeling sending a thrill through you… but rather than guiding your movements like he normally would, he holds them still.
You pull away, brow furrowed, but before you can voice your confusion, he flips you onto your back, moving to hover over you in one smooth movement.
“I told you,” he murmurs against your lips in a tone that sends a pulse of scorching heat to your core, “I’m doing all the work, sweetheart.”
The whimper you let out is muffled by his lips on yours once more, his wandering hands and hungry kisses making short work of turning you into a moaning, gasping mess.
“Steve,” you whine out his name as his lips travel down to your neck, and you can feel his smile against the hollow of your throat before he returns to licking and sucking dark patches into your skin, the occasional use of his teeth making delicious shivers shoot up your spine.
“What is it, sweetheart?” He mumbles against your skin, trailing his lips along your collarbone. His eyes meet yours, a mischievous twinkle mixed with the searing heat in them turning you molten as he asks, “What do you need?”
Unable to find the words, your hand finds his hair instead — God, that hair — and begins pushing him down towards where you really want him.
“‘M gettin’ there, honey, I promise,” he grins, pausing your efforts to press a kiss to the valley between your breasts, “Lemme take my time and I promise it’ll be worth it, ok?”
He reaches up to toy with the strap of your bra— a simple nude thing you could get away with wearing under a white shirt at work— a questioning look in his eyes answered by a furious nod from you.
He makes short work of the clasp, and that really should not be as hot as it is, but— oh who are you kidding, even his breathing is insanely hot right now.
You throw your head back as he presses kisses all over your chest, mumbling against your skin the whole time about how pretty you are, just gorgeous sweetheart, God, I can’t believe I get to do this for you…
Your head goes deliciously fuzzy with the praise, and you can’t quite form words so all you can do when he takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it for good measure, is let out a keening “Ohhh” and instinctively tighten your grip on his hair.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Steve groans, the noise sending heat racing through your body, and you grin knowing you were the one to elicit it, “You sound fucking incredible.” He murmurs more praise as he turns his attention to your other nipple, giving it just as much attention and eliciting more gasps and moans and whines from you before he continues his journey south.
You lift your head and watch as Steve Harrington fucking beams when he reaches your stomach, your pouch poking out slightly more than you’d like over the waistband of your jeans.
He meets your eyes, his own swimming with sincerity as he begins to scatter kisses over your midsection.
“You”
Kiss
“Are”
Kiss
“Fucking”
Kiss
“Stunning”
Kiss
When it seems like he’s covered every single inch of your exposed skin in kisses, remaining stubbornly focused on your torso when what you really want is for him to be significantly lower, he meets your eyes as he plays with the waistband of your jeans, once again wordlessly asking your permission.
And once again, your furious nodding is all the consent he needs to peel your jeans off and toss them away.
“Sweetheart.” He breathes, wide eyes on where your jeans once were, “Honey. Baby. Are you trying to kill me?” He says in a strangled voice at the sight of your simple lacy panties in a deep, wine-purple color— a color Steve once drunkenly confessed was his favorite, though he told anyone who asked he preferred red.
You bite your lip in an attempt to contain your grin, “I thought you might like those.”
“Like them?” He murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your inner thigh, looking up through lidded eyes to meet your gaze as his own darkens, “I never wanna see you in anything else again.”
Your toes curl, and your breaths become shallow in anticipation as he scatters slow kisses all along your inner thighs, carefully spreading them apart, stopping when he gets to the edge of the purple lace.
He holds your gaze, gauging your reaction as instead of pulling them down over your hips to toss to yet another corner of the room, he simply…
Pulls.
The lace.
To the side.
You barely have time to let out a quiet, shaky, “Oh my God,” at the ravenous look on Steve’s face before his mouth is on you and you forget how to think, you forget how to breathe, you forget everything except Steve.
Let it be known: Steve Harrington knew how to eat a girl out.
He licks a thick, fat stripe up your center, gathering the moisture collected there before darting up to flick at your clit, an action that has you gripping the sheets like a lifeline, a stuttering moan that sounds vaguely like your boyfriend’s name escaping from your lips. His arms hook around your thighs, pulling you close in an attempt to keep your hips grounded, and he continues a few more passes of the same lick, flick pattern until you’re a writhing mess underneath him, his current strategy both too much and not enough.
He pauses just long enough to meet your eyes, pressing a single kiss to your clit that sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine, before diving in.
His tongue finds your entrance with ease, the way his nose pushes through the thatch of wiry hair to nudge at your clit providing extra stimulation as he makes short work of making you fall apart. His tongue swirls through your folds as he lets out a languid moan at your taste.
“So fuckin’ good for me, sweetheart.” He mumbles against your core, “So perfect, lettin’ me take care of you. This is all you needed, huh?” His eyes flick up to meet yours as you shudder and moan underneath him, struggling to keep your eyes on him.
He licks another languid path through your folds, savoring your taste, before continuing, his voice muffled as he licks and sucks at your entrance “Jus’ needed me to give you a break, needed me to tell you it’s okay to turn off your brain and jus’—” Steve punctuates his last words by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently “—be a good girl for me.”
The combination of stimulation to your clit and Steve’s words has your hips arching off the bed, despite your boyfriend’s best efforts to keep you still. You can feel him grin against you and let out a dark chuckle at the moan you let out at his last words in particular, the way your hand tightens and pulls at his hair all the evidence he needs.
Still, he asks you, though he doesn’t quite expect a coherent response.
“Aw, sweetheart. You like it when I call you a good girl? You like bein’ a good girl for me?” He purrs in a voice like syrup, lips still brushing your folds.
“Fuck, I— yes, Stevie,” you whine brokenly, gently gripping his hair in an attempt to bring him closer to where you want him, whimpering softly, “Stevie please.”
“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, scattering kisses frustratingly just outside your core, “Jus’ trust me, I gotcha.”
You resist the urge to move, to just grab him and put him where you want him, even as you let out a frustrated whine.
Just as your patience is about to run out, you feel him smirk against you before diving back in, holding your legs apart as he sloppily licks and sucks at your entrance, his tongue diving deep inside you.
You let out a gasping moan as he attacks your core, practically clawing at his hair in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer, your brain going fuzzy and then melting entirely when you hear the endless praise falling from his lips as he eats you out.
“So good for me sweetheart, just perfect— shit, do you have any idea how good you taste?” He groans against you, his thumb coming up to gently circle your clit as his other hand moves to splay flat over your hips, holding you as still as he can, “Could do this all fuckin’ day, god you’re amazing sweetheart—”
Then he clamps his lips around your clit and moans, and you’re fairly certain you’re going to die of pleasure, both your hands flying to grip his hair and yank as your back arches off the bed, your head falling back against the pillows, mouth open to let out a high, keening moan.
When you come back to your body, Steve is back to gently licking through your folds, and your hands claw at him, needing him to be closer.
“Steve,” you whine, “Stevie please, ‘m so close, I jus’— I need— please, baby.”
As your words turn into incoherent moans and pleas, Steve is quick to assure you, thumb returning to playing with your clit as he mumbles against you, “I know, honey, I know what you need and ‘m gonna give it to you, I promise. Been so good for me today, taken such good care of everyone, now it’s your turn, ‘m gonna make you feel so, so fuckin’ good, baby—”
He dives into you once more, thumb rhythmically circling your clit as his tongue hits every spot inside you in a pattern that has you turning to liquid underneath him, your legs hooking together behind his back to keep him right there, and your vision goes white as Steve brings you towards your release.
You let out a cry as you hit your climax, and Steve dutifully guides you through your orgasm, murmuring soft praises the whole time.
“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs as he pulls away, mouth glistening and pupils dilated wide. Your hand cards through his soft brown waves, chest heaving as you catch your breath. Steve brushes gentle kisses to your inner thigh, your hipbone, your stomach, following a path up to capture your lips with his own, swallowing the contented sigh you let out.
He pulls away, meeting your gaze with a smile as he pecks your nose.
“Feelin’ better?”
You hum contentedly, “Much.” Your thumb comes up to stroke his cheek as you pointedly glance down, “What about you?”
Steve lets out a mock-annoyed groan, forehead coming down to rest on your shoulder.
“Baby, we just went over the whole thing about you not needing to take care of everyone.”
He lifts his head, meeting your gaze, “Seriously, though,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, rolling to lay next to you and pulling you into his chest, “I’m fine. This was about you, and I’m so glad I could help take care of you for once.”
You cup his cheek, turning his face to yours. You hope he can see every sincere, tender thought in your expression as you simply say, “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart. You know that.” He murmurs in response, lips quirking up into a small smile as he turns to press a quick kiss to your palm.
“So,” he says, fingers stroking through your hair, nudging your eyes closed, “nap time and then appetizer dinner? We’ve got mozzarella sticks and some chicken tenders I can throw in the oven.”
You grin, despite already being half-asleep, “That sounds perfect.”
You can feel his smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“I love you most.”
“I love you infinity.”
“I love you infinity plus one”
“I love you—”
“Alright, let’s call it a tie, babe.”
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Tagging a couple friends! Hi besties @austin-butlers-gf @sassy-ahsoka-tano @dontbesussis
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Post Angbad idea for Maedhros!
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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 6 months
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"firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)"
oh man...this has targeted me this week lol
1. my hair color
2. my athleticism
3. my intelligence
4. my hard working nature
5. my texting style no capitals no punctuation ever lol
this is so sweet i love it :) ty for including me bestie!!
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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 6 months
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Hey .How are you doing? I hope your doing well. I am excited to read more of your writing again. Take care and stay safe. And hydrated.
Sending you hugs and have a great day.
And also I hope you are having a good day.
I hope your doing well and enjoy your break form posting. And hope you are taking care of yourself and your mental health.
Take care
🩷😃🖤👍🏻
hi darling!! sending lots of hugs right back to you 💕 💕 i've been crazyyyy busy and very stressed (grad school is hard 😅) so i have no idea when i'll be able to post again unfortunately :///
but i LOVE you and hope you take care of yourself as well!! sending you nothing but the best sweet thing :-)
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if the prequel trio had iPhones...
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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 9 months
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mims!!! bestie those summer prompts are so flipping cute, how in the world have I not seen them until now!!!!
(🌟 and 🌧️ especially sound super sweet 👀👉👈)
aww thank you!!! i think i posted them at an awkward time tbh lolol
but yesss i love those two!! just saying requests are always open for you bestie hehe 👀
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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 9 months
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🍋
A Little Extra Sugar
austin butler x reader | 🍋 - lemonade
tw: none, this is Soft! || word count: 1.5k || rating: Pg
A/N: 2023 mila = making austin a himbo apparently LMAO. anywayyy, this turned out a lot cuter than i was expecting so i hope y'all enjoy it! 💕
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When your little cousin blasted through the front doors yesterday afternoon with the ambitious idea of starting a lemonade stand, you couldn’t be happier to help her. But you didn’t realize that you were also agreeing to help her work the lemonade stand. All day long. In the California summer heat.
Nevertheless, there you are standing beside her squeezing lemons and stirring sugar. You can hardly believe that you’re spending your Saturday selling $2 lemonades. But seeing how happy your cousin is, you’re glad to help. The sour aroma of freshly squeezed lemons fills the humid summer air as you turn a lemon on top of the juicer. As you turn to toss the empty lemon into the trashcan, a familiar voice captures your attention.
“Well, what have we here?”
Your head snaps up to see your neighbor, Austin, approaching the stand. Your heart jumps into your throat with anticipation. You’ve had a crush on Austin for a long time now but you aren’t sure how to tell him. When he flashes his handsome smile, you avert your gaze to hide your smile.
“Hi Austin!” your cousin shouts excitedly. “We’re selling lemonade. It’s two dollars for a cup. Do you want some?”
Your heart warms as Austin crouches down to get on eye level with your cousin. The corners of his mouth crease as he grins sweetly.
“I’d love a cup. Can you put in some extra sugar?”
“Of course! But it’ll cost you,” your cousin replies matter-of-factly.
Austin’s deep, full laugh is contagious and you smile. Your cheeks ache with admiration for him.
“Well, okay then,” Austin nods.
Your cousin claps happily, spooning some extra sugar into the cup. When Austin’s bright, sparkling blue eyes center on yours, you can practically feel your heart beating into your throat. Your cheeks feel hot so you clear your throat to dispel some of the tension.
“Hey, Y/N,” he says in his usual husky tone. “How're you doing?”
“Good,” you reply nervously. “Happy you made it over when you did. We’re selling out pretty fast.”
“Really? How much have you made so far?”
“One hundred dollars!” your cousin answers as she pushes Austin’s glass across the table.
Austin’s eyes widen and he looks to you for confirmation. With a shrug, you nod. Your cousin was correct. Per her suggestion, you had chosen a very busy street. But the number of customers had surpassed your expectations by far.
“Shrewd businesswoman right here,” you say, tossing your head toward your cousin.
“Yeah…no kidding,” he muses with a chuckle.
“Four dollars please, Mr. Butler,” your cousin interrupts.
“Four? I thought you said it was two?” Austin sputters.
“It is but you wanted extra sugar. I told you it would cost you. It’s an upcharge,” your cousin replies with a nonchalant shrug.
Austin glances at you again, mouthing the word “upcharge” incredulously. You stifle a giggle and shake your head.
“Four dollars…okay…”
Austin fumbles around in his wallet, coming out with two dollars and a few odd cents. His eyebrows furrowed, he peers up at your cousin.
“I…don’t think I have cash for that. I don’t really carry it anymore. You don’t happen to take card…do you?”
You bite your lip but are unable to stop the laugh that escapes your throat. Austin chuckles nervously, his cheeks growing redder by the second.
“Right, of course not. I guess, uh…”
Austin reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. You admire the way he tilts his head ever so slightly, the way the veins in his neck pulse when he does so. You clear your throat and then turn toward your cousin.
“Well, there might be another way you could pay for your lemonade,” you suggest with a quirked eyebrow.
The corner of Austin’s mouth twitches up into a small smirk.
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“You could help us behind the counter,” you respond. “We’ve been a little slow on making new batches of lemonade because it takes us so long to squeeze the lemons. We could use a big strong man to do it for us.”
A full grin breaks across Austin’s face and he nods. Although you wonder why he’s wearing a sweatshirt in 90 degree heat, you admire the way Austin’s forearms and fingers flex as he rolls up the sleeves of the sweatshirt.
“I’d be honored to lend my services,” he says. “Make some room and let’s get down to business.”
Over the next couple of hours, customer after customer approaches your tiny stand. You would never take all of the credit, but you have to hand it to yourself. Your marketing skills are clearly superior thanks to the beautiful sign you’d made to clip on top of the stand which advertised cool and refreshing $2 lemonades.
With Austin efficiently squeezing lemons on the table behind you, the stand always had a fresh brew of lemonade ready for the next customers. Your cousin mixes in the sugar and does the haggling while you fill the cups and take payment from the customers. It’s surprising how many customers have offered to pay a little extra. Your cousin’s tough bartering skills and sweet face are obviously a good selling point.
Each time Austin hands you a fresh pitcher of lemonade, your heart pounds, especially when your fingers gently brush against his. With your backs to each other, you didn’t have much of an opportunity to make small talk, but just his presence alone was enough to make your palms sweaty.
During a particularly busy rush, you run into a slight problem. Busy hurriedly filling cups, you barely hear Austin’s stressed call for help from behind you.
“Uh…we’re out of lemons!” he shouts.
“No, we shouldn’t be,” you reply, glancing at him over your shoulder.
“Well, this box is definitely empty.”
He picks up the box of lemons and tips it upside down. Nothing falls out, proving that it is, in fact, empty.
“Oh, well we have others down there,” you gesture, admittedly vaguely, to a place underneath the tablecloth.
“Where?” Austin asks confusedly.
“Down there. Under the tablecloth.”
 You gesture again, but with one hand still busy filling cups for the customers, you can’t do much better. You return to filling the cups, passing them to your cousin as quickly as possible. You can hear Austin rummaging around behind you but it doesn’t sound like he’s doing very well.
“Where? I can’t find them,” he says.
You sigh frustratedly. How can he not see them?
“Hold on. I’ll find the-”
You’re in the middle of mumbling your reply when you turn around to help him find the lemons. Unfortunately, Austin had decided to turn around at the exact same moment with a similar idea. You crash into his chest. Your feet stumble and falter. You can feel your body tipping forward, but there’s nothing you can do to stop yourself as you teeters over on top of Austin. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the impact. You can hear the groan escape Austin’s lips as his back smashes onto the grass below him. You mutter an “ow”.
When you open your eyes, your body goes rigid. You’re laying on top of Austin, your hands on his heaving chest, your faces aligned, your lips hovering just inches apart. You know you should move and get off of him, but you can’t bring yourself to. You like the feeling of laying on his chest, of being this close to one another. You gulp as Austin’s eyes search your face and finally land on your lips. Suddenly, his head bobs upward and he presses his lips to yours. Your eyes widen in surprise, your body too stunned to return the kiss. As he lays his head back down, a small smile begins to spread across your face. As your body defrosts from its shocked numbness, you lower your head and give him a sweet peck on the lips. His hand snakes up into your hair, keeping your mouth firmly attached to his.
You pull apart to the sounds of wolf whistles and cheering. Feeling the heat flood into your cheeks, you bury your head in Austin’s shoulder. His finger hooks underneath your chin, lifting your gaze to his. A sweet smile plays at his lips. He winks and you giggle. Your eyes flick down to his lips again and you move to kiss him one more time.
“What do you two think you’re doing?” your cousin’s shrill voice put a stop to your actions. You both glance up to see her with her hands on her hips, a scolding expression on her face. “I can’t run this stand all by myself! I’m not paying you to kiss. Ew!”
You chuckle and nod.
“Oops, sorry bud. We’ll get back to work ASAP,” you reply as seriously as you can.
She nods resolutely, huffs, and then goes back to haggling with an elderly woman. You look back to Austin to find him staring at you with a goofy smile plastered on his face.
"Thanks for today, Austin,” you say. “You made it so much fun."
“Anytime,” he replies. “Hey, we should probably get those lemons. I don’t want to owe your cousin a debt. She seems like the loanshark type.”
You laugh and nod, pressing a sweet kiss to his nose.
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🦋 mila
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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 9 months
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I got so excited when I saw you posted and ran to Tumblr! Everything you write is amazing!😍
awww kenzie!! thank you lovely!!! 😭 😭
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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 9 months
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Hi,
I've a blurb request from your totally awesome ☀️ Summer Prompts 🏝️
Could I get a blurb with Austin and 🌺 - skinny dipping?
If you're inner muse is not tickled by this I totally understand.
Xxx
I Dare You
austin butler x reader | 🌺 - skinny dipping
tw: none! || word count: 2.1k || rating: Pg-13
A/N: "blurb" is apparently a debatable term for me lol i'm not sure if 2k words is technically a blurb buttt i hope you enjoy it anyway!! 💕
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It’s hot. Way too hot to be cooling yourself with a makeshift fan comprised of folded script sheets. Standing underneath a tent, you’re surrounded by a full camera crew. You’ve finally gotten up enough nerve to stop by the movie set where your best friend is working. Austin is the lead in a Baz Luhrman biopic about Elvis, something he’s been working on for upwards of three years now.
You had been whining to him about how you never actually get to see him work. Austin had suggested that you stop by the studio so you could actually understand what it is that he does all day, apart from dress up and make-believe. When you agreed to come by today, you hadn’t expected that it would be quite this hot behind the scenes.
“Cut, that’s a wrap!” yells Baz. “Thank you, Austin and Tom, great work. We’ll pause here for today and pick up first thing tomorrow morning with the Polk Salad Annie sequence. Thank you all and drive safely tonight!”
As Austin turns toward you, you put on your best encouraging smile to pretend that you aren’t sweating profusely. You can only imagine how hot Austin must be, dressed in a full leather jumpsuit with a boatload of accessories on top of that. Austin returns your smile, quickening his step toward you.
“Hey!” you shout excitedly. Austin leans down, embracing you tightly. You can feel your heart flutter as you breathe in his familiar cologne. You beam to yourself.
“You were great,” you continue. “This has been super cool. Thanks for letting me come to set today.”
“Hey, no worries at all. I’m just glad you could finally find the time to make it up here. Listen, I know it’s the end of the night and it’s late and all, but would you want to see some of the other sets? I could give you a quick tour before you take off.”
“Oh, wow, can I do that?”
Austin laughs, his face curling up into a handsome grin. He throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you against his side. You gulp down a nervous breath and smile sheepishly.
“Of course you can. You’re my guest tonight. It’s all about what you want,” he replies.
Your eyebrows raise and you sigh. As if he has any idea what you really want. If the dumb himbo had a clue, you wouldn’t be here as his guest. You’d be here as his partner. You shake your head gently and nod.
“That sounds awesome.”
“Sweet, well let me just run and change really, really quickly.”
And with that, he vanishes. While he’s getting changed, you just sit on an abandoned chair and watch the action as everyone gets packed up to go home for the day. To your surprise, it doesn’t take Austin very long to change back into his street clothes. He returns less than half an hour later, sauntering up in those classic brown boots that you know he loves. He gives an exaggerated bow and offers his open palm.
“Your majesty, your private tour awaits,” he says.
You stifle your giggle and instead throw him an eye roll before placing your hand in his. The way his fingers close over yours makes your heart flutter yet again. You hate it when he does that.
As you make your way down the corridor, Austin points out various set pieces and spits out little-known Elvis facts. You continue to fan yourself as you walk, shocked that the hallway seems to be even warmer than the set room you were in. You know it’s July in California but you are starting to wonder if the building lacks air conditioning. Maybe it’s just you?
“Hey?”
Your head snaps to the left as Austin’s voice breaks through your trance.
“Huh?”
Austin chuckles, flashing that pretty boy smile again. You swallow another gulp and avert your eyes. He’s so pretty and you hate him for that.
“This way. I was gonna show you the hotel room in the International.”
“Oh, okay,” you nod, offering a pained smile.
The combination of the late evening, stuffy hallways, and beautiful man standing in front of you are all making you woozy and distracted. You follow Austin into a beautiful and carefully-curated hotel room set, complete with granite countertops, velvet couches, and a magnificent oval-shaped indoor pool.
“Woah…” you step further inside, nearing the edge of the pool. “Is this thing actually filled with water?”
“The pool? Oh yeah, they keep it filled so that it contributes to the realism of the set. You’d be able to tell on camera if it was empty. They even test the pH and all that. Totally swimmable water, although I doubt they’d want anyone actually in it.”
“I don’t know how you do it, Aus. I would have jumped into that pool a thousand times by now if it were me.”
“Yeah,” he agrees with a chuckle. “It gets pretty sweltering in here. Acting isn’t for the faint-hearted, I guess.”
“What a shame. It’s like four hundred degrees in here. A swim sounds nice.”
He offers a shrug to jokingly show off his humbleness. You snicker and lean over the pool, craning your neck to evaluate it.
“Jump in,” your body jolts at the sound of Austin’s husky voice right beside your ear.
“What? God, you scared me, Aus,” you say as you hold a hand to your chest.
“I said jump in. Go for a swim like you said.”
“What? Absolutely not,” you shake your head. That feels very not allowed.”
“Come on, I can practically see the sweat dripping down your back. Wouldn’t a dip in the nice, cool water feel good?”
You steel yourself against his temptation. He is far too close to you, whispering in your ear, teasing you. You hate it but you don’t want it to stop.
“Austin Butler…” you scold.
“I’ll do it if you do.”
You glance over your shoulder at him, raising your eyebrows. He can’t be serious…right? You scoff, folding your arms over your chest. You wait for his earnest expression to change but it doesn’t falter. Your white-knuckled fists relax and your mouth falls open.
“Oh my god, you’re actually serious right now. Austin, there is no way we are getting into that pool.”
“Why not?”
“You just said they probably don’t want anyone in there. Come to think of it, are we even allowed to be here right now? This whole situation reeks of breaking the rules.”
“We’re not breaking any rules that I’m aware of. Besides, Baz has been trying to get me to take some time off. He’s actually the one who suggested the after-hours tour tonight, so that we could spend some time together. Just the two of us.”
You reclench your fists as goosebumps raise on your arms. Rolling your head away from him, you step out from under his hovering presence. You shake your head, wracking your brain to try and come up with more reasons you should not jump into the pool. One clicked and you turn around with a smirk.
“We’re dressed in normal clothes. Full outfits, and I don’t have anything else to wear home. I’m not sitting in the car for an hour in wet clothes. Sorry,” you offer an irritated shrug.
“Why wear clothes at all?” he asks, in a voice like the answer to his question is obvious.
Your eyebrows furrow for a moment as you try to understand what he’s suggesting. When the understanding settles, you feel foolish. Your cheeks immediately heat up and you shake your head fervently.
“Are you kidding? No. We cannot go skinny dipping on the set of your movie. This is your workplace. No. No.”
“Oh, come on,” he pleads. “Lighten up.”
“No!”
“Don’t make me do it.”
“Do what, Austin?” you ask, exasperated. His eyebrow quirks up and he folds his arms over his chest.
“I dare you.”
Your body goes rigid. He did not just play that card. You and Austin were childhood friends, and you’ve been close your whole lives. When you were young you’d started a game of dares. The rules were simple, each of you got three dares to use each year. Once a person was dared to do something, they had to do it. There was no way out. Unfortunately, you’ve continued that stupid little game up to the present day. You know you can’t back out.
You glance back down at the pool and then over your shoulder toward the hallway. Pausing, you listen carefully for any sign of life. Hearing no sounds and seeing no witnesses, you face Austin to size him up. You want to smack the smug smirk off his face but you can’t deny that it looks good on him. He knows he’s won and so do you. Rolling your eyes, you sigh.
“Fine. One dip up to my waist and-”
“One full dunk.”
“No. Up to my waist.”
“One full dunk or I consider the dare incomplete.”
You seethe, your fingers curling into fists. You calm yourself with a deep breath and shoot him a pained smile.
“Fine,” you reply through clenched teeth. “One full dunk. But you turn around. I don’t want you seeing me.”
Austin nodded, turning around. You’re glad you don’t have to look at his self-satisfied grin while you cave to his request. You survey the space one last time before begrudgingly popping off your shoes and socks. You do so as quickly as possible, hoping to get done with this dare with lightning speed. Your heart is racing, pounding in your ears as your fingers shakily work. Left in your undergarments, you glance over your shoulder once again to make sure Austin isn’t peeking. His body is still turned away from you. Satisfied, you shed the rest of your clothes and step toward the water.
As soon as your toe hits the surface, you sigh with relief. The temperature is absolutely perfect, cool enough to soothe your hot skin. You slip further into the water, relishing the feeling of it on your body. Heaving a breath, you duck underneath the surface of the water. You wait a few moments and enjoy the calming silence under the water before popping back up to get air.
When you try to open your eyes, they start to burn. You regret having opened them under the water and groan. As you untangle matted wet hair from your forehead, you rub your eyes furiously. Your body stiffens when you feel hands on your waist. With one last rub, your eyes blink open and you lift your gaze to Austin’s.
His sparkling eyes stare down at you. You have no clue how he snuck into the pool after you but, somehow, he did. Your eyes flick down to take in his glistening wet, taut body. His normally blonde hair is jet black and slicked back with the water, and-
You avert your eyes when you realize that he’s completely nude. Completely.
“Wha-...I…oh…I…”
You can’t get any words out; you’re too shocked to speak coherently. In the midst of your babbling, Austin’s hands have found your face. He tilts your chin upward and presses his lips against yours. With wide open eyes, you try to process what’s happening. You’ve had a massive crush on Austin for years and years now. Your brain can’t comprehend what’s going on or how it could be possible.
In a matter of seconds, you can barely even think as your eyes droop closed and you begin to kiss him back. Your arms wind around his neck, pulling his lips deeper into your own. His thumb gently strokes your cheek as his lips move against you. You stumble a step closer, intoxicated by his movements, but jerk backward when you feel something against your leg.
“Oh my god!” you mutter.
You feel like your face is on fire. Dropping your gaze, you giggle breathlessly. Austin’s finger snakes back under your chin, lifting your eyes to his.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” he asks with a smile.
“I didn’t know you were waiting to do that. You didn’t have to wait, you know. You could have done that whenever you wanted.”
Austin chuckles, catching his lip between his teeth. His eyes drop down to your lips and his fingertips wrap around your jaw, pulling you up for another kiss. When you part, you coquettishly lick your lips.
“So…is it my turn for a dare? Cause I have something in mind.”
You boldly drop your gaze downward, where both of your undressed bodies float underneath the blue water of the pool. Austin smirks, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Maybe this dare thing isn’t so stupid after all…
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I love that skinny dipping prompt. Could you make it with 70s Elvis, maybe a hint of smut at the end. Thanks!!!!
Just Like Old Times
70s!elvis x reader | 🌺 - skinny dipping
tw: sad reader but that's it! || word count: 2.0k || rating: Pg-13
A/N: i'm baaaack!! it's been so super long since i updated but hi!! i hope all of y'all are thriving and are healthy and happy! i'm starting out slow with some blurbs (thank y'all for the requests fr!) but hopefully i will soon be able to step back into doing full-length fics as well!
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You clutch the pillow harder and wipe a stray tear from your cheek. The moment your fingertips swipe it away, another takes its place. You ignore the sound of the creaky door opening, his footsteps on the carpet, the way the bed dips down when he sits on the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut in denial when you feel your husband’s palm stretching across your back.
“I’m sorry, baby,” his deep voice comes out raspy and strained.
You can tell that he’s been crying, too. For a moment, you feel accomplished knowing that you’ve hurt him. He should be upset; the whole argument was his fault to begin with. If he would just spend a little more time at home, if he would just settle down…
What are you saying? He’s Elvis Presley. There’s no such thing as settled down for him.
“You okay, honey? I don’t like this not talkin none,” he continues. “I can’t promise I can fix it, but what I can do is promise to listen. For real this time.”
“What good will listening do, Elvis?” You muster the energy to sit up, sniffing as you straighten.  “I’m sick of this. I can’t do it anymore. I shouldn’t have to.”
“I know baby, I know,” he replies, taking ahold of your hands. “Believe me.”
You drop your gaze down the bed, feeling your chest tighten.
“Let’s go for a walk like we used to when you first move in here. Can we do that, darlin? Please?”
Your spirit brightens at the mention of your early days together, the honeymoon phase, when you had just moved into Graceland. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth and you remember fonder times just after your marriage. You newlyweds had taken so many walks in the backwoods of the property. You talked to Lisa Marie in your stomach as you walked, telling her about the trees and the flowers and the fireflies.
When you raise your eyes to your husband’s, you hard exterior softens immediately. His eyebrows are turned upward, his eyes glistening with tears. He has always been able to break you down so easily. You sigh and nod.
You pull on a pair of sneakers and grab a jacket, just in case. Summer is turning to fall and the Tennessee weather is unpredictable. Elvis holds out his hand but you can’t bring yourself to take it just yet. You gently push it away and descend the stairs before stepping out into the familiar night.
For the first few steps, Elvis trails behind you. You guess he’s gauging how much trouble he’s really in and trying to decide how close he can get without upsetting you. You walk with your arms crossed over your chest, the jacket hanging loosely on your shoulders. You keep your eyes trained on the ground beneath you, watching each step carefully. He must have taken your silence as a good sign, because he circles around to your side and falls in step with you. You walk in silence for a while, nothing but the sound of your feet crunching through the grass and leaves to fill the crisp night air.
“I’m just frustrated is all,” you say quietly. “I married you because I want to do everything with you, share everything with you, be with you all the time. Now…I hardly see you and, when I do, I’m not even sure you’re really there.”
You are met with silence. Again, the air is filled with the sounds of your feet trekking through the backyard. After what feels like a long while, you lift your head to the side. Elvis’ fingers are busy rubbing repetitive circles on his temple.
“I know, darlin, I know. This has been botherin you for a long time now. I jus…see, I know how to fix it but I just gotta make myself do it. I know I gotta make more time for ya. For you and Lisa. I know that but I…I jus can’t. That’s the problem.”
Your feet scuff to a stop and you turn toward your husband, exasperated.
“Why can’t you? What are you so afraid of, Elvis?”
He throws his hands up, his head rolling to the side so that he doesn’t have to face you directly.
“If I take time off, I feel like I…like no one’ll…Nah, nevermind, it’s stupid.”
“Elvis,” you step closer to him. Your palm slides onto his face, forcing his eyes down to yours. “Nothing you could ever say will sound stupid to me. Please tell me what’s wrong.”
His jaw clenches and you can tell he’s clearly thinking. He sighs and nods resolutely.
“If I take a break, I’m worried that nobody’s gonna remember me when I come back.”
Your frustrated expression softens once again and you step closer to him, brushing your thumb across his cheekbone.
“Oh Elvis…baby, they’re not gonna forget you. No one could forget you. Hell, those fans know you better than I do right now. I feel like I hardly know you anymore. They got their time with Elvis Presley. Now it’s my turn.”
He hesitates, shaking his head. His face contorts into a concerned expression, so you grip harder onto his face.
“It doesn’t have to be forever, Elvis. Just for a while. I want my husband back, even if it’s just for a bit. A vacation. I think we should take one. We could take Lisa to Disney World or go on a cruise to the Bahamas or…whatever you want.”
Elvis closes his eyes, dropping his head down. His forehead crashes onto your chest. Your fingers tangle into his hair, gingerly brushing through the locks. You remain like that for a few moments before Elvis lifts his head. He presses a chaste kiss to the bottom of your throat and then pulls away. He sniffs and offers a small smile before holding out both of his hands. His body circles around you.
“C’mere,” he says.
“Where are we going?” you ask, even though you’re already reaching out to meet him.
“You’ll see.”
He starts to pull you along, on a path you don’t immediately recognize. You squint into the darkness but, without the generous light from the streetlamps, all you have to work off of is the beam of white light from the full moon above you. Despite the darkness surrounding you, you can still see the way your husband’s eyes sparkle. You haven’t seen that in a long time.
You stumble behind him into a small clearing. Your breath catches in your throat as you start to comprehend where you are. You giggle and bite your lip as memories flood through your mind.
“Remember this place?” he asks, stepping behind you.
“Yes, of course I do,” you reply.
You grin sheepishly as you gaze out across the small stretch of freshwater pond in front of you. The reflection of the glinting stars and the moon shimmers in the water as a gentle incoming autumn breeze blows through the air. Your arms raise automatically when you feel Elvis’ hands wind around your waist. He pulls you backward into his body and tucks his head in the crook of your neck.
“Remember what we did here?” Elvis continues in a hot breath across your skin.
Goosebumps rise on your neck and arms. You tuck your head to stop the sensation from spreading.
“Yes,” you reply through a cheeky smile, “I remember.”
His fingers start to trail down the exposed skin of your neck, intensifying the goosebumps already there. His soft touch sends shocks down your spine. He hasn’t taken the time to touch you so carefully in a very long time. He deftly lifts the jacket from your shoulders and then pulls the straps of your nightshirt down your shoulders. As the fabric falls limp on your arms, exposing your shoulders to the night air, you shiver.
“Elvis, it’s cold out here,” you mumble.
That doesn’t stop him. He moves to the hem of the shirt, his fingers dancing underneath it. He lifts it smoothly over your head. Although your entire body is shuddering, you gladly allow him to undress you. The growing fire inside your gut is countering the frigid temperature around you. Elvis’ warm lips press to the side of your neck. Your head falls to the side as the touch of his tongue warms you. Your hands respond by reaching backward to tangle in Elvis’ hair, pulling softly. He grunts in response and you close your eyes to take in all of the sensations coursing through you. While he works your neck, Elvis’ fingers are busy sliding off your pajama bottoms. Your clothes pool around your legs in a lifeless pile.
Suddenly, he’s gone. Your eyes flash open and flick back and forth as you search for your husband. It’s so dark without the street lamps that you can barely see. You squint into the dark, but, when you finally locate him, he’s rushing past you to cannonball into the water. You laugh as the wave he created splashes onto the side of the pond's bank. Elvis resurfaces with a loud yelp.
“Woo! Damn, that’s cold!” he shouts and you giggle again. “Come on, darlin! Whatcha waitin for?”
You glance down at the water and your smile fades. You turn away from the water, shaking your head.
“Elvis…”
“Nah, don’t you Elvis me. C’mon. Need somebody to warm me up, mama.”
That is an invitation you just can’t refuse. You carefully walk forward, one foot at a time, to brave the cold waters. When you dip a toe in, you gasp. It truly is frigid. You aren’t sure how Elvis is handling it all by himself.
You turn away again, tempted to go back inside and warm up. You aren’t really in the mood for this, especially after the fight you just had. But when your eyes flick back to your husband, waiting so patiently and expectantly for you, you find your body moving forward into the water.
You jump in, crashing below the surface. An electric shock swims through you when you hit the water. The memories come flooding back in the darkness. You automatically start to move your arms and legs, resurfacing as soon as possible.
“Holy shit!” you yell as soon as you pop back up. “That is so cold, oh my god.”
“I know, baby. C’mere,” Elvis says, chuckling.
His arms reach out for you again, pulling your body closer to his. You wrap your legs around his waist to hold yourself against him. You drop your arms to his shoulders and wind them around his neck to support your body. Elvis’ hands fall to your waist and hold you steady.
“There we are,” he mutters. “Now you better get real close, mama, cause I’m freezin.”
You chuckle, pulling yourself closer to him. Although your bodies are shivering together, you feel a warmth that you haven’t experienced in quite a while. Elvis brushes some wet hair from your forehead. You lean down, letting your lips tickle against his for a previous moment. You hover in the shared space and Elvis’ fingers tighten on your waist. One of his hands slides up your spine, pressing your chest against him. Your back arches in response and you release a desperate breath.
You feel the corner of his mouth quirk up in a smirk. He finally connects your lips, pressing hard against you. You melt into his touch, kissing him back fiercely. Your mouths work together, fighting for dominance. Elvis’ tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let him in. You love the way his mouth tastes on yours. Your hips move forward against him and that tempting feeling in the pit of your stomach pulses through you. His fingertips glide across your skin, smoothly under the water. As his palm slides down the inside of your thigh, a breeze floats through the air. You both shudder violently, your lips detaching.
You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, burying your head in his chest.
“I guess it was warmer last time,” he admits sheepishly.
You giggle, biting your lip. You tilt your head, brushing your lips against Elvis’ ear before you whisper.
“Take me inside, Presley.”
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