#austin butler drabble

[dre6ming]

HIII OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND I HAVE A REQUEST

can u do the different kisses austin and reader share? like for example austin leaning down to kiss her bc she is shorter or him lifting her up to kiss her and him smiling into her lips and just fluff like that plsss!!!

Kisses : Austin x reader

One thing there’s is to understand is that Austin loves to kiss Y/n, he loves the feeling of her velvety lips on his, the warmth of her breath, the taste of her and the little whimpers she lets out every time

She is few good inches shorter than him, but he adores that, the way her chin tilts up, when she asks for a kiss, or how she looks at him through her long lashes

The height difference only makes kissing more exciting, having Austin come up with different ways to lock their lips, without too much strain on his back

When out in public, he usually just leans down as she stands on her tiptoes, his big hands cupping her face, while she hangs on his neck

Event parties are even better, as after watching twilight with her one time he made a promise to try something new. When she wears her high heels her nose is at level with his mouth, so only a head tilt would be enough to touch her lips, but he chooses every time, to circle her waist with his arms and bring her close, to stand on his feet.

At first she protested that she would ruin his shoes, but he simply replied “Darling I’d rather you ruin every pair of shoes I own, than not kiss you the way I want” then with a smile he’d catch her lips mid pout, feeling her smile against him

When at home, he would take advantage of every surface that he could lift her up on, the kitchen counter, the piano, the table, her vanity. He felt drunk in those moments, her legs tight around his waist, her hands in his hair and his at the small of her back, bringing her closer

Y/n loves to take baths so, Austin would often find her covered in a mountain of bubbles. When she’d see him walk into the bathroom she’d lean her head back on the edge of the tub, and he would kneel to kiss her

In bed he liked to feel the weight of her on his chest, so he’d pull her on top of him and kiss her face, nose, lips, everything, adoring the way his chest vibrated with each of her giggles.

Y/n does not mind at all being shorter than him, in fact she finds it very hot that he can tower of her form, but every now end then when there’s stairs, she would climb two steps up and tower over him, leaning down to kiss him, as he mimicked what she would usually do, his arms hanging around her shoulders with his head thrown back

But out of all the ways they kiss, their favorite must be, kissing in the rain, water soaking their clothes and hair, getting into their mouths as their lips move, the warmth of the hug they share as they lock lips, while the cold from around keeps them grounded

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[oh-austin]

lift a finger (austin butler)

summary: in which you're heavily pregnant on the set of elvis and austin is set on making sure you the most comfortable you can be

ask / prompt : Hi! Can you please do one where the reader is pregnant and Austin is just super overprotective and cute! You choose if you want to include the birth and make it extremely fluffy. I just thought this would be amazing.

authors note / warnings: mentions of pregnancy and vomiting! I chose not to put the birth and labour in because I have another piece planned for my inez and austin series coming soon!! we love dad!austin here <3

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Nearing the end of your pregnancy, you thought you had faced the worst of it and it would be smooth sailing from here on out. Boy were you wrong.

It was hard being pregnant and married to an actor, the busy schedules and flying from location to location was hard to keep up with, but when you’re married to the man portraying Elvis Presley.. that’s a whole other story.

Austin constantly doted on you whenever he was given the opportunity, but since you were often at home whilst he was shooting- you never really gave him the chance. But since you were met with braxton hicks last week, your doctor has recommended always being in someone’s company; Austin made sure he was that someone.

If Austin was filming a scene in the hot sun, you were sitting under a sunshade in his chair. If the call time was until eleven o’clock at night, you were asleep nearby. Austin made sure he always had you close and somewhere that he could see you.

Usually, you wouldn’t complain about getting to see Austin work. Watching him in his element was truly something special, but over the last few days you’ve just wanted to lounge around in bed and maybe finish the nursery. But here you were, sat next to a bail of hay nearing nine pm as Austin and Tom filmed the carnival scenes.

“How you feeling, mamas?” Austin looked just delicious walking over to you in his black lace shirt. Reminded you of how you got pregnant in the first place. “You’re glowing,” He complimented you.

“I don’t feel like I’m glowing,” You admitted to him. It was a warm summer night in Queensland, the humidity was not your friend. Being in the northern parts of Australia came with its perks, the heat wasn’t one of them- especially when you’re eight months pregnant. “Your child has been kicking me all day,”

“My child, huh?” Austin laughed, he almost seemed offended. “How’s your stomach? Still feelin’ sick?”

“I don’t know if I’m just nauseous because I’m pregnant or because they’re moving so much,” You rubbed your hand over your belly, “But I’m starting not to care,”

“Did you want to head back to the trailer? Have you got water?” Austin looked around, “I asked to get you water like three takes ago,” Austin’s voice became frustrated when he noticed you only had your bag next to you, no water in sight.

“Hey, it’s okay! These people are here for you, not me,” You reminded him, “I don’t need water, I’m fine,” You reached for Austin’s hand the best you could and placed it on top of your belly. Like your baby knew that their daddy was there, a strong kick made you jolt in your seat.

“Hey!” Austin laughed, “You should be asleep, little miss,”

“We don’t even know if it’s a girl yet,” It was true, your gender reveal idea was canned as soon as filming picked up. Everyone that you really wanted to attend was in a different country anyway, so there really wasn’t much of a point. That and Austin loved surprises, but he was set on your baby being a little girl.

“Oh, she’s a girl,” Austin crouched down, giving your belly a kiss, “Ain’t that right, Pres?” Austin had been adamant that you were going to name your child Presley. She was made on set baby, only fair we name him after the man who brought us here, he would argue. You weren’t letting that happen.

Austin Butler, the man who played Elvis Presley named his daughter after him? You could see the headlines now.

“We’re not calling her Presley!” You tilted his chin up to look at you.

Austin’s face broke out in a cheeky grin as he stood back up, “You said she’s a girl,” He sang. As Baz called him back over to reshoot the scene, Austin danced away from you joking whilst softly chanting ‘girl, girl, girl’. You shook your head at him and laughed.

Soon, Baz had Austin film some solo shots at the carnival, making use of the set whilst they were here. Whilst Austin was busy shooting, Tom soon made his way over to you.

“Y/N, how are you?” He asked. Tom might have been one of the most genuine men you had ever met. Soft spoken and kind, he had the ability to make anyone feel safe and calm.

“I’m tired,” You admitted to him, “Probably not as tired as you are in that costume,” Tom looked barely anything like himself, it was incredible really.

“You get used to it,” He chuckled, taking a seat down in the chair next to yours, “How much longer now?” He asked.

“Three weeks,” Your eyes widened, your heart would always race whenever you admitted it out loud. Soon, you and Austin would no longer be a family of two- forever three of you.

“Wow!” He marvelled, “Not long then. The first one is always an adventure,”

“She’s been a pretty big adventure,” You laughed, patting your belly, “I’ll tell you that,” You felt a kick back in response.

“So you’re having a girl! How exciting,” Tom sat forwards the best he could, he was always so attentive in any conversation. “My second child was a girl, I love being her dad- Austin’s gonna love it too,”

“Well, we don’t know if it’s a girl, Austin just thinks it is,” You told him. Tom watched as you looked across the carnival and over at Austin, he could see the admiration in your eyes for him. Reminded him of his wife and himself. “We don’t even have a name yet,”

“Well what names do you like?” He asked.

You thought to yourself for a second, “I like Harper for a girl, Austin doesn’t like it though,” You laughed, “He says it doesn’t ‘work’”

“You’ll know when you find the right name,” Tom admitted, “You’ll understand what he means when he says ‘it works’, I promise you that,” He laughed.

“Thank you, Tom” You turned back to look at him. After a few more minutes of conversation, Baz called Tom back for another couple scenes and you were sat alone once more. Well, not completely alone- and your baby was definitely trying to remind you of that.

The longer that you sat, the more sick you began to feel. Your stomach felt like it was cramping and turning at the same time. You tried some deep breaths to calm yourself down, but you couldn’t.

Austin’s manager noticed that you weren’t feeling well, once you had to rest your head in your hands.

“Y/N, you okay?” James leant down and spoke with a quiet voice, knowing you weren’t someone who wanted the attention on themselves.

You shook your head and swallowed the lump in your throat. “I think I’m gonna be sick,”

James, with a gentle hand on your back, lead you back to Austin’s trailer and helped you into the bathroom. It was hard for you to get close to the ground these days, but at that moment- your body knew you needed to.

You threw up your dinner, your throat burned as you dry heaved over the toilet. James was kind enough to hold your hair back for you. After a few minutes, you were rested against the wall of Austin’s bathroom, James passing you a bottle of water from the miniature fridge. You thanked him softly and apologised to him.

James asked if you would be okay as you begged him to go back to work, not needing people to watch over you. You were pregnant, not helpless. So James went back to set as you sat there taking slow sips of your water.

As Baz yelled cut and announced that they were now wrapped for the night, Austin was relieved that he could now spend the rest of his night with his wife and their baby. But as he looked over to where she was supposed to be, he found his chair empty.

He should’ve noticed you were gone. Austin mentally cursed himself, always his own biggest critic. He was too invested in filming the scene he could spare a single glance over at you, he was so stupid, he thought to himself.

“James!” Austin called over to his manager. James looked nervous as he rushed over to Austin.

“I’ve just come from the trailers,” James explained, Austin noticed his uneasy nature, “Y/N has been sick, so I’ve left her in there to rest,”

“Shit!” Austin sighed, already leaving the conversation once he heard you weren’t well, “Why don’t people come and tell me these things!” He shouted back at James, “She’s pregnant!”

Austin wasn’t an angry person, he wasn’t someone to express his feelings of frustration. Rather keep them to himself and write them down in his journal later. But when it came to you and his baby, it was a different story.

Austin was overcome with anger when he saw you sitting on the bathroom floor, struggling to get back up. “Mamas, what are you doin’ down there?” Even when upset, the Elvis drawl stayed with Austin. He rushed over to you and put an arm underneath you, ready to help you to your feet.

“I was sick, I’m just trying to get up and brush my teeth,” You explained to Austin. As soon as you were back on your feet, your ankles ached once more- oh they joys of motherhood.

“Sick? How bad?” Austin put his hand to your forehead, trying to feel for a fever, “You need me to get the doctor? She’s probably not left yet-“

“Austin,” You cupped his face with your hands, “I’m okay,”

He seemed to calm down visibly in your embrace. Austin leant into your soft touch. “Promise me you’re okay?”

“I promise! I’m just pregnant, pregnant people throw up” You talked slower to try and bring Austin back down to earth. You took a few breaths with Austin before letting go of his face, going to grab your toothbrush from the bench.

“No,” Austin beat you to it, “You’re not allowed to lift a finger for the rest of the night, you’re on my time now,”

You rolled your eyes at him, taking your toothbrush back. “Aren’t you on the clock?”

“As of five minutes ago? No, no I’m not,” Austin smirked, “So, brush your teeth and get in bed,”

“Did you want to brush them for me?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Shh,” Austin grabbed your face softly and kissed your head, “Get brushing,”

Although Austin was doting and protective over you, you knew that Tom was right- Austin was going to be a great dad to your little girl.

[blainesebastian]

co-stars

words: 2,475 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from @lovvelylivv) “hidden co-star relationship“ where austin and female reader are doing press tour 4 elvis and the interviewer is like low key flirting w her and austin is clearly jealous but he can’t do anything bc they’re not public yet.  notes:  masterlist posted here!  warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell

It just sort of happened, that’s what you tell your closest friends.

You’ve been in plenty of films before to know the drill—showing up, doing your job and doing it well, going through the motions of before and after a movie wraps, the interviews, the parties, the events, the awards. You know for the most part what to expect.

But what you didn’t expect was Austin.

Your agent comes to you with this great opportunity, to be in a film that’s not quite a biopic but something more than that, a story that needs to be told and shared about Elvis Presley. You’re not quite sure how you fit into this thing or even if you can carry out something that’s so important to this man’s legacy. But you’re a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and so when you get the part from your audition, you know you’re not going to take anything for granted.

Working with Austin is just the icing on the cake. You knew of him from similar circles, but you didn’t understand how incredibly talented and dedicated he was until working with him firsthand. Not only that but he’s extremely humble, thoughtful, and sweet. Not only was running lines and scenes with him easy, but he also became a fast friend that you could talk to about the film, the industry and just general things you’d been going through.

You knew Austin had lost his mother when he was younger, he’s always been rather open about that with regards to his Elvis role, but you don’t quite have the words to be able to say how much he was there for you when your dad got sick. Right in the middle of filming too. So much of your world was spinning off it’s axis and Austin was the only person that made things slow down, still. Your father eventually got better, but it was an incredibly rocky few months and you don’t think you would have made it through without having someone to lean on.

So it’s only natural that a month or so after that, you two started seeing one another.

At first it was just kissing—electrically charged moments leftover from emotionally vulnerable states, the connection you two felt over shared experiences, shared pain. But it obviously blossomed into being something more than that because your feelings didn’t have anything to do with finding an escape.

Kissing turned into spending the night, which turned into dates, which turned into introducing friends and family—even though your father already knew Austin well from all the time he visited in the hospital. The relationship is serious, yet very private. Both of you know what it’s like to have your lives turned inside out by Hollywood, to constantly being under the microscope of the public eye and…you both want to focus on what’s important, which is right now Elvis and all the hard work you’ve put in over the years.

Your relationship is your business and yours alone, Austin agrees that there’s a time and place to go public. For now, it’s minimal PDA that doesn’t go beyond close friends and the real intimacies behind closed doors. Austin’s a gentleman naturally, so most of the time his mannerisms towards you are easily explained.

It makes sense, though it doesn’t mean it’s always easy.

You walk out of a small back room to an interview space, mostly a red-curtained area that has the ELVIS movie logo behind two tall chairs that you and Austin are going to sit in. You’re not mic’d yet, so small conversations are able to be had as everyone else runs around to get ready for the interview. You give Austin a small smile, his hand along your lower back as you walk to the chairs,

“You gotta help me climb onto these things.”

A soft laugh rumbles in his chest and well, these chairs are slightly awkward. They’re elevated from the ground but especially if you’ve got heels on? You kinda got to hold onto someone else as you hoist yourself up and get situated.

“What would you do without me?” He teases, holding onto your hand and helping you up. “You good?”

“I think,” You shimmy around to get comfortable, adjusting your blazer that you paired with black skinny jeans and black studded heels. Austin’s just got a simple black t-shirt on, pleather pants but…the man could wear grocery store paper and still look great.

“Don’t be fallin’ over in one of these things.” His hand lingers along your hip and brushes your arm as he moves to take the chair next to you and you try not to think about how easily he adjusts with his long legs. One is bent just slightly as his heel rests on a rung of the chair.

“Right, would hate for you to show up at my mom’s house tonight for dinner without me.” You grin, voice an octave lower just in case.

Austin smiles, licking his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, “Your mom loves me—she probably wouldn’t even think twice.”

You snort, shaking your head. Honestly…that’s a bit true. Guaranteed she probably made an extra special dessert or something for him since she knows he’s coming to dinner. You straighten your shoulders as the interviewer comes out behind the red curtain, sitting in the other chair. A slew of other people follow, putting mics on both you and Austin, makeup people padding a few spots on your faces and finally asking if you’d like water or anything else to drink.

The interviewer’s name is Max and he’s this really chill guy from Brooklyn who has his own YouTube channel and podcast and you’re able to talk with him a little bit before getting started, cameras being turned on and intros being swept out of the way. Max does a great job at ping-ponging the questions back and forth to you and Austin, which you really appreciate. Sometimes you’ve been in interviews where questions are mostly for Austin—and that’s totally okay with you, but half the time you’re not even asked a second question in a half hour or hour span of time.

Austin makes sure you’re always pulled into the conversation though too, somehow turning questions about him, his craft, or his experiences, to loop you right into responding. It constantly makes you want to lean over and kiss him on the cheek for being so thoughtful. Max balances the questions out without being prompted, which makes the interview far more interesting to be a part of.

“So, I just gotta pause and say, Y/N, you were incredible in the film,” Max says, “I mean, just as often as I was blown away by Austin, I was astounded with you as well.”

You smile, still not used to taking compliments but you’re always appreciative to hear them. Your cheeks flush a soft pink and you can feel rather than see Austin smiling too in your direction, that sort of proud awe look he’s reserved for you many times over.

“Thank you,” You curl your hair around your ear, “It’s definitely a marathon race kind of movie, twists and turns, all good things though, astounding experiences.”

“What was the most difficult part for you?” Max begins to ask but then touches the earpiece he’s wearing, “Oh wait—hold on. Seems like we’re getting feedback from your mic. Sorry about that,” He stands from the chair, “Gonna need to switch it out.”

“Oh,” You look down, beginning to unclip it from the blazer you’re wearing. Austin picks up his water during the small break, taking a sip as Max gets another mic and helps you switch it out. Your hands brush as you exchange mics but you’re having trouble pinning it back on the lapel of your blazer without it falling.

“Here—let me…” Max trails off, stepping into your personal space. You can see Austin out of the corner of your eye watching, but trying not to, the interaction. You’ve gotten pretty well at sussing out Austin’s body language in this time together, as he’s come to know yours, so it’s clear that he’s not thrilled with how close Max is standing to you.

Though maybe it wouldn’t have been half as bad if Max would have kept his mouth shut.

“Sorry we interrupted your questions,” His fingers loop the mic chord underneath your blazer a bit, “Mic must have short circuited from your beautiful voice.” And while that is definitely the cheesiest line you’ve ever heard to flirt with you, it’s harmless.

Austin, however, definitely rolls his eyes.

You smile lightly, not wanting to be rude when there’s still an interview to get through. “I’m sure that’s not the case—I didn’t have enough caffeine today so maybe it can pick up on me screeching a little.”

Max laughs, pulling back, “Trust me—you got the whole beautiful package goin’ on.”

Austin clears his throat, loud enough that it seems to get Max’s attention and reminds him about what they’re supposed to be doing. He smiles in your direction again and turns to go back to his chair. A soft smile tugs at the corners of your mouth at Austin’s displeasure and while Max has his back in your direction, you quickly rest your hand along your boyfriend’s thigh and squeeze comfortingly. Austin’s hand covers yours, a quick motion as he readjusts himself in his chair, both of you back to normal when Max sits down again.

The questions continue seamlessly, that same back and forth action to talk about specific scenes, musical numbers, costumes, the whole nine. Towards the end though, Max kind of hesitates before another question comes out,

“So, Y/N, I just want to ask—we know your dad got sick in the middle of filming and I was just wondering what kind of effect that had on you as an actress and how that might have impacted how things were handled on set.”

You pause for a few reasons—for one, it is astounding to you that interviewers, no matter how unassuming they may be, can just presume they can ask really intimate and personal questions right at the drop of a hat. Luckily this isn’t live, so they can stop filming if need be, but also the fact that you don’t want to act like some sort of diva that randomly leaves interviews just because you don’t like the question. Secondly, you can feel Austin bristle beside you even though he doesn’t say anything, his face remains neutral other than a muscle in his jaw clenching, and you can see the sharp line of his shoulders where he was relaxed before.

He does not like the personal direction the question is in either.

“Uhm, well—” You trail off for a moment, trying to figure out how best to respond to this. While the question seems alright on the surface, it’s worded incredibly obtuse in a bunch of ways. It’s obvious having a sick dad had an effect on you as an actress, why does that need to be addressed?

Austin, sensing your discomfort, moves his hand to touch your wrist, “Hey maybe move on from that question man, that’s her dad—there’s other things you can ask her.” He’s already a bit riled up from before, so there’s an air to his voice that he’s putting his foot down, this is not a conversation.

You can feel yourself let out a slow breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, unable to find the exact words to either respond to the question or tell Max you couldn’t talk about it. Obviously your story ended up good, your dad is fine, on the road to recovery and getting stronger every day. But that doesn’t mean what happened is easy to talk about, or anyone’s business either. It’s out there, clearly, because Max felt comfortable enough to ask about it…but you really appreciate Austin jumping in like that.

Max at least has the decency to look embarrassed, nodding his head, “Of course, my apologies—we’ll cut that.”

Austin’s thumb runs back and forth along your wrist as they continue to film, a few more questions finishing up the interview.

He doesn’t remove his hand.

--

Once the interview is over and you’re in the back of an SUV, pulling out into traffic, you can feel the full force of frustration coming off of Austin’s body in waves. He’s rarely the type of person to get angry or irritated for long stretches of time, but clearly Max has gotten underneath his skin. You let him have a few moments to himself, looking over some texts from your mom about dinner. Eventually you reach over and settle your hand on his, running your thumb along his knuckles.

“I’m okay,” You want to assure him that you’ve definitely been through worse lines of questioning in your career but you’re pretty sure that’s not going to help. “Max was just overeager—I think interviewers start worrying that they’re gonna end up askin’ the same type of questions everyone else is, so some of them overreach.”

“He did not know when to quit; not to mention the amount of flirtin’ he was doin’ while fixin’ your mic,” Austin’s voice has this twang to it when he sometimes talks too fast, when he’s wound up, leftover voice impressions from Elvis.

You smile just a little, can’t quite help it, “You know…I consider jealousy a base emotion but it’s actually kinda hot coming from you.”

Austin turns his head to look at you, his eyebrows drawing together as his visibly struggles with his next words. A laugh bubbles in your throat, slipping out of your lips and instead of saying anything, he moves to grab onto you, tugging you across the center seat and against his chest. You’d attempt to move if you really wanted to, but you don’t, grinning as you tilt your chin back to look up at him.

“No one’s jealous here.”

You purse your lips, reaching to cup his cheek. Running your thumb down along his lower lip, you reply, “No of course not—not at all.”

He presses a kiss to the pad of your thumb, settling back into his seat. He’s relaxed a bit since you first got into the SUV, the harsh line gone from his shoulders, his eyes a calm blue instead of a restless sea.

“Just protective.” He mumbles and your stomach flutters at the warm sentiment. “Next time I’m tellin’ interviewers like Max exactly what’s on my mind.”

You laugh lightly before kissing him, stealing as much time as you can alone. Knowing how polite Austin is, you understand that probably won’t be the case, but the words mean just as much anyways.

--

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you liked it :) thanks to everyone who read, if you’d like to be added to a general Austin x reader masterlist, please let me know!

[foreverdolly]

Imagine going to Victoria's Secret with Austin 🥴🥴

Your ex boyfriend had never understood why you asked for a nice lingerie set every Valentines Day. "If I'm just going to take it off you, why would I want to spend two hundred dollars on it?" Sure, lingerie wasn't a practical purchase, but it wasn't about that. It was about how confident you felt. How sexy you looked. You were a present waiting to be unwrapped, so why shouldn't you be tied up with ribbon and little pink bows?

Austin was a man of taste, hence why he was so in love with you. He thought you were the best thing since sliced bread. The two of you had been going out for just a little over a year, and in those twelve short months the man had spoiled you absolutely rotten. He went out of his way to show you how much he cared, both through words of affirmation as well as acts of service. Your panty drawer was filled to the absolute brim with expensive lace, mesh, and silk lingerie. From teddys, sheer baby doll night gowns, to a full set with garters- he bought you anything he could get his hands on. Todays trip to Victoria's Secret was one made out of necessity, which was obscenely rare for the two of you. You walked into the store, your lanky blonde trailing close behind, hands casually shoved into his pockets. "Here baby, your size is right there." He pointed, pulling you along.

See, your ex boyfriend used to hand you his card and refuse to go inside any lingerie store with you. Whether it was Victoria's Secret or an upscale boutique, he said that he felt too out of place. It "looked weird" for a guy to be in that sort of store, even if he was just with his girlfriend.

Austin had always been the complete opposite.

You picked up a few pairs of panties, feeling the fabric between your thumb and pointer finger. "Hey, what about this one?" His plush pink lips pulled back, revealing his straight white grin as he held up a pair. The thing was nothing more than a few pieces of string with pale blue flowers sewed on every here and there. "We're on a family vacation, Aus." You narrowed your eyes playfully, crumbling up a pair before tossing it in his direction. It hit his chest softly, the thin piece of fabric fluttering back down into the bin. "We have our own room with a door that locks. C'mon? I want to see your little tan lines." He bit his lip, hunching his back down slightly so that he was reaching your much shorter height. He knew it was nearly impossible to deny him when he blinked his long lashes at you like that. You were with his dad's side of the family on a beach vacation, and of course you had forgotten your underwear. Everything else you had made sure to bring, but it had completely slipped your mind in your excitement to enjoy the fresh salty air.

"Fine. . . but everything else has to be practical." He was no longer paying attention to you though, his eyes were locked on a corseted top across the store.

It was all sheer pink fabric. He hadn't been listening to you at all.

He pointed, ignoring the other patrons as they watched him. He had no shame whatsoever, turning his head to look back at you. "That. That too. Hold on. . . let me put this blue pair of panties back, and get the matching set." You groaned softly, throwing your own practical choices into the basket that Austin was eagerly swinging around. Out of the corner of your eye you saw another couple, both of them around the same age that you and Austin were. The boyfriend's eyes looked like they were bulging out of his skull, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Babe. . . can't I just go sit in the food court? I can get us a smoothie or something." You heard him mumbling. Austin couldn't help himself as he leaned towards you, hand up to his mouth as if he was about to tell you a secret.

"What an amateur." He whispered.

a/n: this made me chuckle while writing. he'd be soooo down to go to any lingerie boutique with you.

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 13 of Kinktober: After Party with Austin Butler

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem!reader

Warning: Making Out

Y/N’s POV

Austin and I went to the Elvis premiere and everyone in the place, they look excited about this movie. Austin signed a bunch of autographs that night it was insane to see the amount of people came to see him. While at the Elvis premiere the cast had to take pictures and a bunch of photographers were there and I kinda got scared by the amount of flashing there was.

After the premiere Austin and I went back to his house, I can tell he’s in a mood, a sexual mood to be honest.

“What’s the matter?” I touch his cheek.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you and you in this dress.” He puts his hands on my waist and holds me closer.

I wrap my arms around his neck and look in his eyes for a bit, he wants me. I kiss him and he kisses me back, he unzips my dress and I help him get my dress off of me. I help him get his suit off and he picks me up and takes us to his bedroom and lays me lightly on the bed. I reach out for him and he gets on top of me and we kiss again. I tug on his hair which made him moan and giggle in our kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist then he kisses my neck which made me moan.

We were like this for hours, him kissing my body, me kissing his body, him making love to me which made me think I miss him so much if he’s gone for an anything. Eventually, he took me to a wall and kisses me and at some point he fucks me on the bed. I haven’t felt this good in a long time.

We lay down on the bed heavy breathing.

“Y/N/N, I missed you during the filming of Elvis you know that right?” Austin looks at me.

“I know you did, I mean because of the time difference between Australia and here it made me realize that we can’t call each other which made me miss you even more.” I say to him.

He smiles and kisses me again.

I love him so much it’s hard to explain but I’m so proud of what he has done to make it this far and I hope he knows that I’m so proud of him.

[myysweeterplace]

Not Afraid Anymore

Summary : Tired of being a shy, flustered mess in your relationship with Austin Butler, you decide to take control and tease Austin—publicly. Completely caught off guard and teased out of his mind, Austin punishes you right there, in the restaurant.

Pairing : Austin Butler x reader

Warning(s) : 18+, smut, sub!reader, dom!austin, top!reader, bottom!austin, exhibitionism, public teasing, spanking, foot play (?), mature language, cursing, teasing, (lmk if there’s any I missed)

Author’s note : I am taking requests :)

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I don't know how it happened. I met Austin Butler at a rehearsal for the Iceman Cometh. We both auditioned; he got the job, and I got the sweetest, kindest, most sensitive man to be in my life.

Being with Austin is a constant state of bliss, with all his little pet names and compliments and touches. It's been almost three months, but I still wasn't accustomed to his affection.

Austin was definitely the most sexually adventurous man I'd ever been with, but I always felt like he forced himself to hold back a little, as if he were afraid to push me too far. It bothered me more than it should, I didn't know why. But that was going to change tonight.

"Come down, honey, it's getting late," I heard him call, and it pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked over my outfit one last time before walking out and down the stairs.

"What d'you think?" I said softly, making Austin turn around to face me as I stood at the bottom of the stairs. His lips parted noticeably, and then closed again as he swallowed, and then he licked his lips, doing it all silently while I squirmed under his heated gaze.

"Baby," he muttered, his voice much deeper now as he stalked towards me, his eyes glancing back and forth between my eyes and my lips, and he breathlessly pulled me closer to himself, cupping my cheeks.

"Fuck," he breathed, "how did I ever get so lucky?" My cheeks were burning and I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. He kissed my cheek and my nose and my jaw and all the way down to my neck, and I simply did not know what to do with myself. I was getting dizzy in his embrace. I closed my eyes momentarily, giving myself a pep talk about how I had to be much more confident and brazen if I wanted tonight to go exactly as I'd planned it to.

"Do you wanna skip dinner?" He mumbled, still kissing my neck. I felt butterflies erupt all over me, and as tempting as the offer was, I found little strength within me to say no.

I had plans for dinner, and I simply could not jeopardize that. I'd thought it all through, the kind of torture I'm going to put him through, all the ticks I'm going to find of his, all the ways I'm gonna make him squirm.

"Austin," I hushed, gently pushing at his biceps and chest, but it did nothing. He simply pulled me closer and began out-right marking my skin, sucking and nibbling harshly, moaning and sending vibrations through my skin.

"Austin," I moaned, throwing my head back in pleasure. "We should go," I struggled to get out of his warm embrace. His large body enveloped me whole.

"Mmh..." he hummed mindlessly, too lost with his head buried in my neck. "I'm hungry," I argued.

"Me too, Baby, but I'd rather eat you,"

"Austin," I gasped.

This was becoming too much for me to handle. I couldn't hold myself up.

At last he pulled away, and I saw that his eyes were no longer the baby blues I'd fallen for; they were an entirely different shade of dark. He gave me a look I'd only seen a number of times before, in the dead of the night with him buried inside me, but never in the light of day, never so unexpectedly.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked softly, blushing.

He shook his head, and bit his lip, "let's get going," I nodded slowly, walking behind him as he took my hand and walked towards the door.

We held hands from across the table. Austin had made reservations at the fanciest restaurant, but knowing that I would be uncomfortable eating in such a setting, he requested a little privacy with a little secluded booth at the back of the restaurant with a curtain dividing us from the rest of the tables. He was always so considerate.

"This is amazing, Aus," I gushed, with his fingers caressing the inside of my palm.

"It's nothing, darlin'," he smiled charmingly, bringing my hand up to his mouth to kiss it tenderly. I blushed, and I was reminded of my plan. I couldn't be at his mercy tonight. It had to be the other way around.

I cleared my throat.

"I almost don't know how to thank you," I spoke in my most sultry voice, dropping it down an octave as I slipped the straw of my sangria into my mouth, earning both liquid courage and a sharp in-take of breath from Austin. I moaned into it. Then bit my bottom lip once I pulled away from it. Austin eyed me curiously, having never seen this side of me. Neither had I, but it was too late to back out now.

I rested my cheek against my palm as I placed my hand on the table, accentuating my breasts for Austin's hungry eyes. His mouth parted as his eyes continued glancing down at my cleavage, and he looked adorably confused and disoriented. I thought I heard him curse under his breath, but I must've imagined it.

"Y/N—"

A knock came from the other side of the curtain before Austin could finish his thought. "Yeah?" He replied, almost carelessly, with his eyes still burning holes into me, until he realized there was someone standing next to us.

"Are you ready to order sir? ma'am?"

Austin cleared his throat, and I bit my lip in contemplation before making my next move. I slipped my foot out of my red heel, gently tapping Austin's foot with it, and his eyes snapped back to mine. I rubbed the top of his foot with my toe, making Austin stiffen and swallow thickly.

The waiter glanced back and forth between us, uncomfortably, so I decided to answer, "could I get the chicken Alfredo pasta, with a side of salad, and a bottle of red for the table, please?" I glanced up at him, smiling.

"Sure thing, ma'am, anything for you," he said, before realizing what he'd said. Austin glared at him and the waiter simply cleared his throat sheepishly, averting Austin's gaze.

"And you, sir?"

"Could I—" I dragged my foot higher up Austin's leg, caressing it gently, and it made Austin catch his breath. "Could I get the lobster, with a plate of fries for the table, please," He decided to ignore my gaze completely, looking straight at the waiter.

"Of course, anything else?"

"That's all, thank you," I smiled flirtatiously intentionally, making the waiter more flustered, all while my foot frustrated Austin.

When he left Austin looked at me with a heated glare, "what're you doing?"

“What am I doing?” I smirked.

"You're not acting like yourself,"

"Maybe I am," I whispered softly, dragging my foot higher on Austin leg, brushing my toes all over it, making Austin bit his bottom lip. "Maybe you just haven't seen all of me yet,"

Austin cursed under his breath, shaking his head.

"Where are your heels?"

"Under the table," I shrugged, as my foot made its way to his upper thigh.

"Y/N,"

"Yes?"

Austin clenched his jaw, and I smiled victoriously, knowing that I was pressing all the right buttons.

The waiter knocked and brought in a bottle of red wine and a plate of fries for us.

"Thank you, uh-may I ask for your name?"

"Oh yeah, it's Alec,"

"Thank you, Alec," I giggled. He simply blushed. I saw Austin's face turning slightly red and decided to push him further over the edge, so I brought my foot directly on his crotch, and tapped it, making my presence known. Almost claiming what's mine.

Austin sucked in a deep breath, "could I get a glass of water please?"

"Of course," and the waiter was gone once again.

"Not now, Y/N," he said loudly, when my toes brushed against his crotch, rubbing him teasingly.

When the waiter walked back in with the glass of water, I pressed my foot onto his crotch hardly, making Austin grip the cold glass in his ringed hand, glaring at me with a clenched jaw, and the waiter left us, completely oblivious to what was happening under the table.

I pulled away my leg abruptly, making Austin catch his breath and then finally relax into his seat. But I began twisting in mine, squirming and moving around in place and Austin eyes lowered quizzically.

He opened his mouth to ask but before he ever got the words out, as I dragged my foot on his leg again, this time tapping him with it and signalling him to look underneath the table. His eyebrows creased in confusion and I just smirked, glancing down to usher him. He shook his head unbelievably and lifted the tablecloth, only to have his breath knocked out of him. Austin growled and I glanced quickly at the curtains, making sure no one was close enough to hear the sinful sound. "Baby," he muttered under his breath, "what're you doing to me?"

I had taken off my panties and placed them on Austin's thigh using my foot, and the sight of my aroused intimate seemed to arouse Austin immensely.

He clenched his jaw, "we're leaving. Now."

"Aus, our food," I giggled, as he angrily yanked the lingerie from me, shoving them into his pocket.

"I don't care, get up," he said, standing up. "Austin!" I protested, "Goddamnit, Y/N—" he rose completely from his seat, almost panting. "Aus," I called to him softly, stretching out my hand to hold his and pull him down to slide in next to me. I held his jaw in my hand, caressing it and saying, "Now you know what it's like," I swallowed, brushing my lips against his and making him breathe heavily, "now you know I make a better top than you," I teased.

I saw a look flash in his eyes and it was so unfamiliar, utterly unreadable. "Oh baby," he muttered, "say you take it back and you'll save yourself some pain," I looked at him confused until he grabbed my chin and lowered his grip onto my neck, choking me ever so slightly, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them.

"Say it," he growled. I shook my head, "make me,"

I was slowly seeing the soft, sweet man I adore slip away, and a rougher, darker persona take over him, and I bit the inside of my cheek to not smile giddily.

Austin licked his lips hungrily while pulling my face towards his, his movements more rough than he'd ever been with me.

"You've no idea what you're getting yourself into,"

I swallowed, "maybe I'd planned this all along; maybe I don't like gentlemen,"

He bit his bottom lip, his grip painfully hard on my neck, making me lose my breath, "I'm gonna show you just how much of a gentleman I am," he pulled his hand off of my neck and put his other on my hair, grabbing it and pulling it back, exposing my neck to me.

"You're going to listen to everything I say, because I've had just enough of your bratty fucking antics tonight and I have exactly zero patience in me," he whispered darkly in my ear, nipping at it and licking it. I began to panic slightly, worried someone might walk in and see the position we're in. See just how riled up Austin had become. "I'm gonna bend you over my knee and you're gonna count every last hit I give you, you understand me?" I looked Austin straight in the eye, seeing a completely different person now. "Answer me," he growled, pulling at my hair roughly and I squeaked out a pathetic sound at the action.

"Yes, yes, I do," I moaned, not wanting to disobey Austin when he's like this.

"Good," he breathed, kissing along my jaw. Austin took my hand and I prepared to rise from my seat, almost eager to get home to have Austin's hands on me, but instead he pulled my arm and grabbed my waist to pull me over his lap, right there in the fucking restaurant.

"Austin!" I gasped, "what're you doing?!"

"Y'Not so good at listening, honey,"

"Austin, don't do this, not here," I whisper-yelled.

"Did you listen when I told you to stop?"

I bit my lip. "Hm? Talking back, touching me in public, flirting with the waiter, acting like a fucking brat—you just couldn't wait till we got home, could you baby? Had to have me right here?,"

I moaned, as I felt Austin lift my dress off of my ass and I was far too gone to stop him now. I didn't care who saw us at this point, I just needed to feel him.

Austin caressed the skin gently, making me moan quietly, "so pretty, baby, I almost feel bad for doing this," and before he got the whole sentence out, he smacked my rear, making the skin sting in the most delicious way. I squeaked out an unfamiliar sound and Austin simply chuckled, smacking me again, and again, and again. Until I was whimpering into my arm, nearly sobbing from the pain and the inability to keep quiet.

"Austin, baby, please—"

Smack.

"Austin—" I moaned, as he alternated between smacking me harshly like a caveman and being the most gentle man by kissing me all over.

"Count 'em!" He growled, spanking me again, and my eyes were rolling to the back of my head at this point, I was too far gone to hear a word he said.

"Babydoll," he rasped, bringing his other hand to choke me, "I said to fucking count,"

I let out a gasp, throwing my head back, and he spanked me again, not loosening his grip on my neck and I let out a silent gasp, "one,"

"Good girl," he breathed, choking me harder and kissing the side of my head. "Again,"

"Two," I breathed, hardly able to get the words out.

"Can't hear you darling," he said, hitting my harder.

"Two!"

"Mhh," he moaned under his breath, and just then I heard footsteps approaching.

"Aus!"

"Hm?"

"Austin!"

[dreamersparacosm]

RISK WITH AUSTIN PLSPLSPLS

nsfw!

note ; need austin to finger me in a moving vehicle immediately. not asking, begging.

warnings ; fingering, public play

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you’re pretty sure you’re going to need to be airlifted out of the car.

no, not that. probably worse. someone will have to scrape the remainder of your being off the leather seats of austin’s brand new car. what began as an innocent, lighthearted road trip across country turned into a battle for mercy, his nimble, swift, long fingers pushing your panties to the side and entering your entrance with so much ease it’s laughable.

your legs are trembling as you tightly grab his wrist, hips attempting to turn away from his contact. there’s a brief moment where he thinks he should stop, focus back on the empty road, but seeing you wiggle in your seat like a fish out of water is enough to rile him back up.

the excessive burn that causes shocks of delirious ecstasy and satiation to travel through your body; that point where pain turns into a need that is so agonizing you can't help but experience it in all its torturous beauty.

your hand flies up to the dashboard, palm slamming against it with so much force you’re certain you’ve broken your wrist. the pad of austin’s thumb rubs circles into your clit, fingers going in, out, in, out. chest heaving, lips slightly parted, you attempt to speak, “aus, i, i..”

“what, baby?” his tongue pokes out to wet his lips, knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel as if it were his lifeline. sure, he could’ve pulled over and had his way with you twenty miles ago, but this was more fun. he’d pull over soon.

“i-i’m gonna..” you’re trailing off the path of your sentence, mind fuzzy and vision blurry. as he listens to you struggle to piece coherent words together, he keeps his fingers perfectly curled inside you. his brain screams stopstopstop, but it’s as if something comes over him. your moans, pathetic and desperate, echo throughout the entire vehicle, arms flailing as you try to grasp at anything, something to ground you.

“come on, be a good girl for me. didn’t buy these leather seats for them to not be soaked with your cum.”

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[powerofelvis]

powerofelvis’s masterlist

Hey there darlin’s! This simplified masterlist includes all of my writings. Most of my writings is NOT suitable for the kiddos, so please be honest if you are under the age of 18. 

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Started: 09/21/2022

Updated: 08/04/2023

elvis aaron presley.

One Shots

blue jumpsuit.

need to know.

fever dream.

the jaycees.

take me to church.

chocolates and cream.

pledging my love.

why marry.

the act of love.

ménage a trois. 

wherever you go. 

slice of cherry. sweets for my sweet.

aloha to my heart. a surprise amidst war.

Drabbles

everlasting love.  thanksgiving at graceland.

drunk on you. 

you’re not alone.

rubberneckin’.

no one loves you more.

the jungle room.

timetraveler!elvis

bookworm!elvis

earlyfame!elvis

elvis x quiet!reader

Headcanons

meeting the family.

birthday shenanigans.

Series

Peach Tea in Tennessee | teenaged!elvis x black bookworm!reader

Sweet Inspiration | elvis x black!reader

part two

always on my mind. | elvis x plus sized!reader *indefinitely on hold*

Part 2 | Part 3

no longer the housewife.| elvis x f!reader

part two | final.

elvis presley’s movie characters.

One Shots

coming soon.

Drabbles

vince everett x reader (1)

Series

hard headed woman. | part two || danny fisher x reader

austin robert butler.

One Shots

the finer things.

good for you.

love without shame.

Drabbles

drabble one.

drabble two.

drabble three.

drabble four. 

drabble five.

drabble six. 

My requests are open. Feel free to send me a message or hit up my ask box for requests! Thank y’all for being patient with me and I hope that you all enjoy my works!

[rosecoloreddesire]

The Hold You Have Upon Me

Summary: Your best friend Olivia gets you in on her big role in a new movie and you gladly accept the offer. Little did you know the job had a lot more to offer than it lead on.

Note: I’m so sorry for being so inactive! Please forgive me y’all! Should this be my first Austin series??? But the new pics from behind the scenes??? LORD HAVE MERCY!

Part 2

Warning: FLUFF! Also I only read through this twice so I’m sorry for any errors!!

“Y/N, c’mon! You’re doing great! I’m so proud of you for being here for me.” Olivia wraps her arms around you in a warm embrace.

“You know I wouldn’t have denied being an extra in an Elvis movie,” Olivia rolls her eyes as her makeup finishes,” and wouldn’t have denied seeing my best friend have the role of her life!” She smiles as the finishing touches are applied and twirls around.

“Time to line up, girly!” She takes your hand and leads you to set. The booming echo of the band thumps within your body as you watch Baz record them up close. Olivia tugs on your arm and points at the corner of the set. There he was.

“Holy shit, Liv. He’s Adonis…” you hadn’t had the time to see Austin as Elvis yet. The sight of his tanned skin adorned in black leather pulling the air from your lungs. She laughs and pats your back as a set manager pulls her away from you. You can’t keep your eyes off of him as workers surround him to make sure he looks perfect. That shouldn’t be too hard you think. His cobalt eyes are stoic as he finally catches you staring. His smirk eliciting a squeak from your lips as you go to find the same set manager that stole Olivia away from you.

“Got enough of gawking Mr. Butler in for one day?” Mia asks as you walk up next her. You sigh and rub your hands on your face.

“He saw me and probably thinks I’m a freak.” She cackles as she’s reads the list in front of her. She pulls you along with her.

“Well, this freak is front of stage. Have fun, love.” You whip your head to glare at Mia.

“‘Mia?! Are you kidding me? This is insane! Please, put me closer to the back or something.” Mia shrugged her shoulders and looked through the papers on her clipboard. You try to look over her to no avail.

“They dressed you up just like the girl in the original ‘68 comeback that sits right there! Soooo, no can do, love!” She waves at you as you sit down. He’s going to be dancing right in front of you. You place a hand on the stage and drag your fingers on it softly. This is insane.

“Good luck, Y/N. You got this!” Olivia looks beautiful as she shakes your shoulders.

“Knock ‘em dead, Priscilla.” She smiles and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. You smooth your skirt down as other extras begin to fill in next to you. Your heart begins to beat out of your chest as Baz calls for action.

“And here he is, Mister Elvis Presley!” The applause sign lights up as you begin to clap. Ignoring the total arousal that seeps through you as you see him begin to bend to grasp his guitar. He sits down and begins to sing and your heart all but melts. You could see he put everything into becoming Elvis and he looked just like him. You could feel tears well in your eyes as you remembered watching Elvis with your grandma when you were younger. Never understanding why she’d get so emotional. Now here you were seeing double. You smile as the song comes to an end and wipe your eyes. Baz calling cut so that he could move things around for a better shot. He smiles at you as he makes his way to Austin. You nod and turn to where Olivia is sitting. She shapes a heart with her hands and you return it as you take a deep breath.

“Quick touch up break!” Makeup artists swarm in as cast members make their ways to chairs. Some stay seated and some grab something to snack on. You watch as Austin sits down panting as staff use towels to lightly dab onto his face. He smiles and his lips curl as he listens to Baz and his flailing hands.

“Hey, why don’t you just try talking to him?” Mia startled you, your hand shooting to your chest. She grabs onto your shoulder as you grasp your surroundings again.

“M-Mia, I’m one of how many extras trying to get to know him? Give me a break! Not gonna happen-“ you choke on your last words as you make eye contact with the aforementioned man. His gaze could pierce stone as you squirm in your seat. He nods to the artist powdering his face and he rises from his chair.

“Welp, I gotta go! Have fun, darling!”

“Hey, you’re Olivia’s friend right,” you nod as your throat dries,” I’ve seen you on her Insta page. You’re uh, you look gorgeous.” Your eyes widen as does his.

“Thank y-“

“ I’m sorry if that was weird, darlin’.” His voice lowering as he rubs the back of his neck. You laugh, shaking your head.

“No,” your voice squeaking, you clear your throat,” no! Um, I think you’re gorgeous too.”

“It’s just the get up, I feel.”

“I mean the get up is a plus-“

“A plus? You really like it that much, doll?” He stepped a little closer to you. You move back a little scared he’ll hear the pounding of your heart. You place a hand on your chest as your cheeks flush.

“Austin,” his hand slips around your waist as his other hand rests tenderly against your cheek. His fingers softly move against the soft skin,” I-I do.” You splutter out meekly.

“Good. ‘Cause I’m really liking the get up you got goin’ on to.” Before you can say your weak attempt at a joke his soft lips are upon yours. His grip slowly tightens as you sigh into the kiss. You rest your hands on his chest as you feel your legs begin to weaken. His entire being yearns to be as close to as possible. He pulls away and uses the hand still on your cheek to move your face to the side. His lips finding solace betwixt your jaw and neck. You begin to giggle as he hums against your skin.

“A-Aus, what are you doing? You’re gonna have to go on soon.” He continues to hum into your skin. Not leaving any marks but leaving a slight tingle in his tracks.

“They can wait, darlin’. I just can’t get enough of you.” His phone buzzes in his pocket as he finishes his rasping speech.

“I don’t think they want to.” You wink as he pulls away from you with a pout. You stand to your tippy toes and lay a chaste kiss to his nose. His skin flushing pink within seconds.

“I’ll find you after, Y/N.” He holds your hand until ultimately he has to let it go. You sigh heavily and lean against the wall as you collect your thoughts.

“That was….adorable!!!” Olivia squeals and wraps her arms around your shoulders. You yelp and she covers your mouth.

“How could you?! Did you see all of that?!” You take her hand off your mouth.

“Hey! I was tasked to come find Elvis and found Elvis I did!” She wiggles her eyebrows as you groan. You both make your way back to set. Your seat open in the front of the stage as he winks at you from it. You take Olivia’s arm.

“I’m not sitting back up there. I just kissed him and I gotta act like that didn’t happen?” You groan once more as Olivia shrugs.

“Hey, at least it’ll help with the fan girl in love look.” She smiles as she leads you back to your seat.

“Liv, I feel like I’m gonna hurl.”

[pxnsneverland]

Beauty and the Boss I austin!elvis x oc (part 1)

plot summary: Laura Jean Walker is the daughter to Louisiana's most powerful mafia boss, but to her, he's just her jail warden. When she sneaks out to the Louisiana Hayride with her friend she sees Elvis Presley perform and instantly knows something is special about this boy. Especially when he saves her from being assaulted by a townie. She thinks she's on cloud 9 until she gets kidnapped in the middle of the night by the Memphis Mafia led by Elvis himself. Will Laura Jean try to free herself or will something hold her back from finding her way home?

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 3477

warnings/notes: violence, blood, fighting

 Chapter 1

 “Where are you goin’?!” my daddy yelled after me as I moved with my bag and my sweater towards the front door. I didn't have time to hear my father's outraged words about my disobedience because I was already running late to meet up with my friend.  He would have rather that I had always remained indoors and isolated from the outside world. He would claim that it is for my security. I believe he is attempting to use me to protect what he long since lost.

              Even though he was just behind me, I yelled out, “With my friends! The Louisiana Hayride is still in town and I wanna go.”

              “You didn’t permission to no where, little girl! You know how I feel about you going out alone!”

              “I am 17 years old, Daddy! You can’t keep sending one of your men to babysit me anymore!”

              “Laura Jean Walker, you stop right there or I swear to God---”

              “What?” I turned to face him while keeping one hand on the front doorknob. “You’ll do what, Daddy?! Lock me up? Punish me like you do everyone who disobeys you? You might have been able to convince me I owed you somethin’ when I was a little girl, but I don’t. Because I don’t work for you.” I walked out, slamming the door behind me after opening it. I had the distinct impression that he would pursue me and push me back inside. But in all honesty, I was sure he wouldn't. Later, I'd have a rude awakening and might even get grounded, but I wouldn't pay attention to that anyway.

              This wasn't always the case. Me, Mama, and Daddy used to be a happy family. The Louisiana Mafia, the most powerful mafia organization in the entire state of Louisiana and possibly the entire country, was led by Daddy. He was involved in a significant amount of Louisiana's building and land development. Daddy could handle any off-the-record task that any of these companies' top executives required in a stealthy and competent manner. His rivals dreaded him, and those who shared a bed with him knew better than to disobey him. I basically grew up as a princess as a result of this. I had everything I needed. I paid for nothing. I had the best teachers to teach me. I wore the priciest outfits. My father gave me the royal treatment. I had no idea what was always going on in Daddy's office while the doors were closed. Not up until that day.

              My parents had been traveling across the countryside as they normally did on Sunday mornings when I was 12 years old. Due to the fact that Mama enjoyed having the wind rip through her golden hair, Daddy recently purchased a topless vehicle. She may have simply perceived the wind as an old friend because she had always been as happy and brilliant as the sun. As they made their stop at the gas station, they were on their way back home. The only car that entered the parking lot was theirs. Others have told me that it happened so swiftly that only The Flash could have responded to it. A different car drew up and fired some shots at the car. They arrived, pulled up, and left as swiftly as they turned up. Mom wasn't as fortunate while merely seated in the passenger seat, but Daddy managed to escape with a bullet in his shoulder. Daddy was all business after that. He stopped talking to me and stopped taking me places. One of his men was always keeping an eye on me if I had to walk outside. Now, I learned everything inside. I was confined to my home for years, missing my mother, and I blamed my father for taking her away. That is, up until I started breaking his rules and daring him to take action. Yet we just were fighting.

              The hayride wasn't far from the farm my daddy owned, so I walked there, guiding myself by the dazzling lights of the carnival illuminating the sky. By the time I arrived, it had already become crowded. Lights, laughter, and people were all things I craved after being locked in my tower.  I took a few steps around the carnival side of the front entrance till I saw my friend Anne waiting for me by one of the cotton candy machines. I dashed over to her and gave her a bear embrace.

              “I thought you weren’t ever comin’,” she said in her sweet high pitched country twang.

              “My daddy was fussin’ again. I swear he thinks I’m a China doll he can just keep on the shelf to stare at.”

              “So, you snuck out…again?”

              “I did not sneak out. I just walked out the front door. I’m a grown woman now, Anne. I don’t have to ask for Daddy’s permission to go everywhere.”

              “Now, Laura Jean, you know you’re different. Your daddy is---”

              “Not the boss of me.” Anne was the daughter of one of Daddy's employees. We'd known each other for most of our lives, and she was well aware of how deadly my father was. Regardless, we became best friends. “Now, quite your grippin’ at me. Let’s go have some fun.”

              Anne took a long breath and decided it wasn't worth debating with me, for which I was grateful. I didn't want to think about Daddy as I was attempting to get away from him. We wandered around the carnival for a time, collecting popcorn and hot dogs and failing badly at a few games. Finally, we came upon this tent with people sitting on seats and bleachers inside. HANK SNOW! said the sign outside. Starring Elvis Presley, the radio's newest hit. I came to a halt, bringing Anne with me. “Let’s go in here.”

              We shuffled through the crowd, eventually squeezing into the front row on a bench near the microphone. “This looks excitin’,” I said with a smiled.

She looked about uncomfortably at the other teenage girls who had gathered around us. “I don’t know if we should be here, Laura Jean.” She was muttering as though someone was recording her presence in the seats. “I know about Elvis Presley. I heard his song on the radio with my daddy. He said his singin’ is sinful race music. Usin’ negro rhythms and such.”

“Really?” I know she wanted to discourage me from watching the show, but all her words did was pique my interest.

The stage lights came on a few moments later, and the announcer welcomed us to the Louisiana Hayride. He performed his own routine before welcoming Hank Snow and his band to the stage. They sang original country music, which I must say was rather good. I couldn't help but clap. Singing and piano were the only classes I didn't regret having as a child. For a few hours each day, music had been my happy place. I felt connected to it, as if if I didn't have a voice to talk with, I could at least sing and be heard that way. Mama used to compare me to a bird in a gold cage.

Hank Snow had finished, and the announcer had taken his place on stage. “He’s a young singer from Memphis, Tennessee. Got a song out on the Sun Label. It’s all over the radio. Give him a warm Hayride welcome to a Mr. Elvis Presley!”

Applause erupted once more, and the oddest and craziest looking boy went onto the stage. He held a guitar in his hand. His body was decked up in a pink outfit that I'd only seen individuals in negro clubs wear. He had a lovely face and blue eyes the color of a Louisiana summer day, which were outlined with eyeliner. His dark hair was long and slicked back, with the exception of a whisp of curl that hung on his brow. He appeared to be about to choke on his own breath, as if there were too many people around him and the stage lighting was too bright.

“Elvis how are you this evening?” the announcer asked.

“Just fine. How are you sir?” Through the microphone, his voice was rough and smooth, like brushing your hand across crushed velvet. He spoke with a heavy southern drawl.

“You all geared up with your band there to let us hear your songs?”

“I’m all geared up. But, uh, I’d like to say how happy we are to be down here. It’s a real honor for us to be…Get a chance to appear on the Louisiana Hayride. We’re gonna do a song for you we got out on Sun Records. Uh…” He turned to the announcer. “You got anythin’ else to say, sir?”

“No. I’m ready.”

Elvis exhaled nervously through his mouth. I could see his hand shaking as it lingered over the strings of his guitar from where I was standing. His breath was trembling as he peered out at the packed audience.

“It goes…It goes somethin’ like this,” he finally choked out. He began to sing timidly, the microphone feedback ringing around the room. One of his legs began to quiver, as if he was trying to shake off his anxieties during the performance rather than before.

“Get a haircut fairy!” came a voice from behind me. The audience laughed. I shifted my gaze to a clean-cut blonde lad with excessive acne and crooked teeth.

“Shut it! And let him sing.” While whispering, I poured as much hate into my remarks as I could. The boy merely smiled coyly at me, eyeing me up and down like a dinner plate. I swung around, disgusted, to stare at Elvis, who had ceased his song, sweat streaming down his face. And then, with a single dragged-out note, he transformed into a whole other person. It was as if he had gotten all the confidence in the world just by acting as if it were the only thing he was intended to do. He moved his legs and hips in mesmerizing motions more scandalous than I had ever been permitted to witness. Screams began to emerge from the seats, but not panic screams. These were cries of delight emanating from girls my age, who were approaching the stage like zombies ravenous for a meal. They were all around us now, and Anne and I had no choice but to stand or be knocked over and trampled by shouting girls. We were pushed all the way to the front of the most raucous crowd I'd ever heard. My chest was forced into the stage, trapping me between the girls and the boy they were attempting to reach. When I looked to my left, Anne was gone, swept away into the swarm without me. I looked up to see Elvis dancing and swaying to the beat of the song. The girls went even wilder. Those that could reach clutched at his garments, removing his jacket rather than clawing him to bits. Elvis dropped to his knees and sang into the microphone, his guitar having been left somewhere during the music break. In the midst of a crowd, his gaze fell on mine and lingered. With a half-smile on his face, he was singing directly to me. I wasn't yelling or grasping for a piece of him; I was just standing there listening to the music and watching the performance. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I was diving further into the tide pools, enthralled in those eyes. Because he didn't look away, I scarcely noticed when he stopped singing. His chest was heaving up and down swiftly, and sweat was streaming down his face and neck. He had the appearance of a superhero fresh from battle. The curtain closed behind him, but he remained motionless. I couldn't stop myself from smiling at him. Hands from behind the curtain grabbed his shoulders and yanked him away. Even so, he didn't stop staring at me until the ruffled curtains were completely closed and we were both out of each other's sight.

I snapped out of the hypnosis I had been in as he left. He was captivating, everything and nothing at the same time. The crowd was starting to thin, so I decided to go find Anne, whom I hadn't seen since we were pushed up in the crowd. I walked out of the tent and waited for it to empty, but I didn't see her come out. This was perfect. What could have happened to her? I went away from the performance tent, peering in the gaps between the game and food tents in case she had been waiting for me there. I was looking in a particularly dim spot near the carousel and behind a massive sign when I heard a familiar voice ask, “So, did you enjoy hearing that fairy sing after all?”

I spun around. It was the boy who had been sitting behind me and heckling Elvis when he came on stage. He was taller than he was sitting, but not any more handsome. I stood firm, as if he hadn't just startled me. “Actually, I did. No thanks to you and your bad manners.”

He took a step closer to me. I tried to back up, but his legs were longer than mine, so he was able to bridge the gap between us. “What’s a pretty little doll like you doing wasting your time with sissy boys like that?”

“And I should be wastin’ my time with a boy like you who corners girls in the dark?”

“Come on now, doll. I know you got a little fire in you from the way you talked back to me.” He drew my skirt closer to him, and I pressed against his chest. “You like to have a little fun, don’t cha?”

His hot breath enveloped my cheeks, and no matter how hard I tried, he was stronger than me. When I struggled, he placed his arm around my waist, trapping me in place. He attempted to kiss me, but I was able to release one of my hands and slap him across the face. His head twitched, but it wasn't enough to get him to let go of me. “Get off me, you bastard!”

A scratch mark had formed on the side of his cheek, and he was no longer amused by my attempts to reject him. He appeared agitated. “You’re gonna pay for that, you bitch!”

He grabbed my hair and yanked it out of its ponytail. I whimpered as he seized a fistful in his palm and a new pair of footsteps joined us. I was able to release myself after the boy loosened his grip in attempt to see who was interrupting his assualt. I turned around to see who my mysterious savior had been. Elvis. He was dressed in the same pink slacks and lace top he had worn on stage, but he was no longer charming. He appeared to have fire in his eyes.

“Is that how you treat a lady?” he asked the boy.

The boy smirked completely, utterly unafraid. “Back off, Nancy boy. This ain’t got nothin’ to do with you.”

“It does because…you see, my mama taught me how to treat a lady. And that means when she says, ‘get away’ you get.”

The boy was now face to face with Elvis. “Last chance. Mind your own business or I’ll mind it for ya.”

Elvis chuckled. “You wanna try that with me, boy? Because you’ll regret it if you don’t walk away.”

The boy did not back down. Elvis punched him in the right face and then in the stomach. Elvis' knee landed directly in the boy's face before he could even recover. Elvis went down with the boy when he slumped over onto his back. Elvis reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife, which clicked open with a flash. He snatched the boy's hair and pushed the knife against his neck. He had such a hard hold on him that he couldn't move without slicing his own throat. “Now, apologize to the little lady,” he hissed.

The boy now appeared absolutely afraid, to the point that I believed he was going to pass out. “I-I’m sorry. A-And I’m sorry f-for callin’ you a fairy.”

Elvis pressed the knife into the boy's throat, causing a thin line of blood to form. “Please! It’s alright, I’m fine. Just let him go. He was bein’ stupid.”

He cast a glimpse over his shoulder at me, and I was frozen in that deep gaze for a split second before he returned to the boy he had still placed flat on his back. “If you ever cross me again, she won’t be here to stop me.” He pushed the boy's head into the dirt before standing up and placing his knife back into his pocket. The boy jumped to his feet and dashed through the crowd as quickly as he could.

It was now just me and Elvis. As he approached me, he dusted the dirt from his hands. I had picked up my dropped bag and was crushing it against my chest. The angry and protective man I had just witnessed was replaced by the shy boy I had just witnessed on stage. “You sure you’re alright, darlin’?”

“I’m fine. He was just some ill-mannered country boy.”

Elvis chuckled as he took a breath. He smiled at me again, a warm and deadly combination. “You’re not scared of me?”

I raised a brow. “Why should I be?”

“Any other girl wound seein’ me pull a knife out on somebody.” My back was pressed against the wood of the sign we were behind. He leaned against it and placed one hand by my head.

“I’ve been around people much more dangerous than you my whole life. It’s not the first time I’ve seen weapons drawn.”

This piqued his interest. I had the impression he wanted to say more on the matter, but thought it was better if he didn't. “You were in the front row of my performance,” he said instead.

I appreciated the shift in topics. “I was. You did really well. All those girls liked it.”

“Did you like it?” He appeared genuinely concerned about my response.

I gave him a small smile. “I did. You were amazing. Though it did get a little out of hand back there.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I didn’t mean for that to happen. This was my first time performin’ and I didn’t really know what to do.”

“Really? You could have fooled me. You looked like you knew exactly what to do up there.”

“Now you’re just butterin’ me up.”

“I’m serious, Elvis. You were magic.” And I really meant it. I'd never been more sincere about anything in my life.

Elvis's grin broadened. He was so attractive, yet so quiet and gentle, with a tinge of mystery that I wanted to unravel. I'd never met a boy like him before. I wasn't sure if I'd ever do it again. He leaned in closer to me, and I thought for a split second that he was going to kiss me right there. Instead, he asked, “What’s your name?”

For a second, I had completely forgotten what my name was. “Its—”

“Laura Jean!” Anne sprinted over to me. Elvis retreated while keeping a safe distance as she gave me a firm hug. “Oh my stars, where have you been? I lost you in the crowd and I’ve been lookin’ all over for you ever since.”

“I was lookin’ for you. And I got…sidetracked.” I cast a glance across at Elvis. Anne turned her head, as if she hadn't realized he was there. I swallowed and cleared my throat. “Anne, this is Elvis. Elvis, this is my friend, Anne.”

Elvis tipped his head at her. “Mighty nice to meet ya.”

Anne locked her gaze on him for a few moments, her whole body tight and her eyes wide. She appeared to have come across a ghost rather than the performer we had just seen. She grabbed my arm. “We should go. It’s gettin’ late and my parents will be worried. Your daddy too.”

I scowled, knowing she was only trying to get out of this mess. Still, she was correct. Her parents would freak out if she didn't come home soon. I didn't care what my father said about my still being out. “Fine. We can go. Goodbye, Elvis.”

              Anne drew me away till another hand grabbed my free arm. Elvis frowned at me. “See you later, Laura Jean.” And with another of those mysterious smiles, he softly let go of my arm, and I faded into the crowd with Anne as he watched me leave.

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[austinsmutler]

Austin x reader with prompt “You Drunk?”where Austin comes home late after being with friends..Austin’s drunk attitude takes a turn the reader is trying to help him out but Austin is to stubborn but then realizes his actions.all ends in fluff

Omg thank you so much for this request! I haven't written drunk!anyone before but this idea is so damn cute I had to try :3

"You Drunk?"

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (before the story starts) other than that, nothing! Just tooth-rotting fluff.

Word count: 1300

You weren’t expecting the knock at your door, but you weren’t surprised. Even though Austin had his own set of keys and you’d been living together for almost three years, he still insisted on knocking… well, only if he’d been doing shots. And tonight was his bachelor party and he’d been out with Brad and Colin, so really it was impressive he’d made it up the stairs to your floor on his own.

You were about to check the peephole when ringed fingers you recognized lifted up the mail slot. 

“Helloooo? Oh!”

Blue eyes looked up at yours from the other side of the door. “I missed you.”

His voice was slow and slurry from drinking.

You rolled your eyes and unlocked the door. Austin was on his knees looking up at you like he couldn’t believe you were really there. His white button-up shirt must have come more and more unbuttoned as the night went on, because it was entirely unbuttoned now, only on his shoulders because it was still tucked into the front of his jeans. 

Your fiance looked positively debauched.

He bit his lip as he looked up at you. “Are you mad at me?” He squinted. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You didn’t wake me, Aus.” You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing and leant down to help him up. 

Instead, he grabbed your hand and yanked you down for a kiss. If he’d been sober, it might have been cute- but he yanked too hard and you wound up on your back on the hallway carpet. “Austin!”

He hissed through his teeth. “I- ‘m sorry, baby, you just looked so beautiful-” 

Austin’s voice dipped a few octaves lower than usual, to the same one he’d been stuck with after wrapping up filming Elvis. Even with voice coaching, the Southern drawl came back every now and again. Especially if there were jagerbombs involved. 

I’m going to kill Brad and Colin, you swore to yourself before standing and pulling Austin up with you.

He stumbled but you somehow made it to the couch where Austin collapsed, pulling you down on top of him. His hands fisted your pajamas, reveling in the softness of you.

“You smell good.” You let him pull you close for a minute before you stood up. “Where’re you going?”

“You need pajamas.”

Austin looked at his jeans, seeming to notice the entirely-unbuttoned shirt for the first time, a frown slowly forming on his face.

“Don’t leave me.” 

“I’ll be right back.”

He reached for your arm to tug you back down, but you were too fast and disappeared into the bedroom. Luckily, sober Austin was a creature of habit: his gray sweatpants and a ‘keep calm and listen to Elvis’ shirt Brad bought him as a present were always neatly folded below his pillow. 

You stopped by the kitchen to pick up a glass of water and some potato chips. Austin needed to be loaded up with carbs, and you could use a 2AM snack anyway.

“Aus?” You didn’t know what you were expecting when you came back into the living room, but Austin’s jeans were around his ankles and he was fiddling with the buttons on his shirt- the first and last buttons were now done, but the others were in a state of disarray while he tried to un-do them.

You placed the glass of water in his hands and watched him drink it a little too quickly. “I’ll get you another in a second.”

“I don’t want one.” He frowned. You rolled your eyes.

“Well, you’re having one. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You held up the pajamas and Austin let his head fall back as you unbuttoned his shirt with your other hand. “That’s nice.” 

“Put these on.”

“Maybe you should help me.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“You can dress yourself.” You wrinkled your nose and he pouted.

“Would you do it for Elvis?” He said in that deep Southern drawl that shot heat through your entire body. 

You shook your head. 

“Fine, Darlin’, if that’s what you want.” Austin drawled out every word. How was it possible he didn’t slur in that accent, no matter how many shots he'd had, but when he spoke regularly he was barely understandable?

He pulled on the sweatpants, smirking when he noticed you eyeing his torso. How could you not? Austin was the perfect man, from the well-muscled arms that loved to pull you close at night to the deep V that led your eye straight to his… gray sweatpants. Just gray sweatpants. You tried not to think beyond that waistline.

“No touching, remember?” In an instant he was back to being himself, studying you with a more sober gaze- not sober enough to drive by any means, but sober enough to be aware of the effect he was having on you. Drunk enough to be cocky and a little mischievous about it. “You said I can dress myself.”

“Maybe you need some help with your shirt though.”

Austin pretended to mull the idea over, before sitting back with his arms up, letting you straddle him enough to pull the shirt down over his head. 

Your lips were inches apart, his hands on your lower back, tugging you a little closer. 

“I should get you more water.”

“You should kiss me.”

He tasted like everything; like whiskey and jagerbombs and vodka, like Austin underneath. Your Austin.

Most men could be a little forceful when drunk. They’d pull a woman too close or kiss her so hard their teeth clacked together, all tongues and hair pulling and possession. Then there was drunk Austin.

Austin was the opposite. His touches were feather-light and considerate when he was drunk, as if he thought he might hurt you with the slightest squeeze. 

He pulled you closer just to press light kisses all over your face, from your cheeks to your forehead, nose and chin. 

“I love you.” The drunk slowness in his voice was gone, though his lips still tasted like a night of fun. 

“I love you too.” You kissed him on the lips. “Let me get you more water.”

This time, he didn’t protest. But he did follow you to the kitchen to wrap his arms around you from behind. Austin might not be a possessive drunk, but he was a clingy one. By the time you’d poured him a glass of water your neck had been peppered with kisses, his hands rubbing up and down the soft curves of your stomach. 

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, baby.” You hummed at his touch. “Drink up. It’s Saturday tomorrow and I want to enjoy my weekend with you before my bachelorette party, preferably not by holding your hair back while you puke.”

“I’ll do my best not to be hungover.” Austin drank every drop of the water, and then another glass. He was still a little unsteady on his feet, but the glassy look was gone from his eyes. 

“If you puke anywhere but the toilet, I’m postponing my party.”

He pouted. “Don’t do that. I feel fine, honest!”

Austin walked into the kitchen door, apparently not noticing it was closed until he smacked face-first into it. It took everything in you to stifle a snort.

“Let’s get you to bed.” You smiled, turning your head so his lips caught your cheek instead of your mouth. He whined a little (clearly not as sober as he looked) but allowed you to lead him to the bedroom. 

Safely in bed and under the covers, Austin pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. “You take such good care of me.”

“Always.” He smelled like fabric softener from the clean pyjamas, but underneath there was his cologne, a dirty mix of musk, leather and sandalwood that suited him perfectly. 

Austin was already half asleep, hand under your pajama shirt so he could feel the warmth of your back, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was the soft rumble of his voice. “I’m going to take care of you tomorrow. And every day after that. I promise.”

[dre6ming]

Wedding

The delicate beginning rush

A/n: I just received a request for Austin and reader making wedding plans and being all cute and fluffy, so by this post I’m telling you to be in the lookout cause it’s coming

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y/n4real.2002 cause when you know, you know... #oneyear

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austinbutler you are so beautiful it takes my breath away

↪︎y/n4real.2002 I love you truly

↪︎fan283 they are so sweet I love them

↪︎fan.austin it's been 11 years guys and these two are still crazy about the each other

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↪︎austinbutler doesn't she always?

↪︎tchalamet don't twist my words Butler, you're on thin ice man

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↪︎y/n4real.2002 good to see you're humble as always 🤣

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↪︎fan20 I wonder when we'll get pics of Taylor's wedding? 😭🙇‍♀️

↪︎tayfan it's been 6 years almost, so probably never

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↪︎y/n4real.2002 we still crochet together often

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[oh-austin]

not my husband (austin butler)

summary: it's your first night out since having ines and in your drunken state you're surprised to find that the attractive man looking after your baby has the same name as your husband.. and looks a lot like him too

request: I was wondering if you could please please write an imagine going out drinking with friends and Austin coming to pick you up and telling him you have a boyfriend. He said it’s him, and his name and being super drunk telling him your boyfriend has the same name. Basically being super drunk and Austin having a way harder time than originally expected but finds it hilarious and cute?

authors note / warnings: mentions of alcohol! i changed this request slightly, because I see boyfriend!austin and raise you husband!austin- I hope you love it!! <3 also planning on writing 'going method' soon which should be fun!!

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You were concerned earlier on in the night that you wouldn't be able to leave Ines at home with Austin. However, now was a different story. Skulling your drink on the sidewalk, whiskey dribbling down your chin, your Uber approaching at an alarmingly fast rate. Your stamina since being pregnant had dwindled immensely when it came to alcohol, so you abandoned the half empty glass on a nearby table outside of the restaurant you had eaten at.

Your friends weren't in much better states. One of them having to be picked up earlier on in the night, they didn't make it to the main course. Sure, you were still periodically checking your phone, updates coming from Austin on an hour rotation- selfies of him and Ines beginning to fill up your text chain. But seeing all your friends again and being able to let go was enough of a distraction from how much you missed your husband and daughter.

So as you stumbled into the Uber, you couldn't help but be filled with warmth as you thought about how you would soon be snuggled up on the couch with them both.

You thanked the driver before getting out of the car, the yellow light coming from your living room made you feel happy to be home. The door was left unlocked for you, which was helpful because you didn't have to fumble with your keys to get inside. You kicked off your heels and left them in the doorway as you shut the front door behind you.

"Hey pretty mama," A man's voice startled you. You turned around to meet soft blue eyes that could still pierce a soul and lips that could've been crafted by the Gods. "How was your night?" He came over to you and leant in for a kiss.

"Um- no," You pulled away suddenly before his lips could touch yours, "I can't kiss you,"

Austin's face dropped, confusion flooded his features. "What, why?" He asked.

"You're really cute, but-" You sighed with wide eyes, dumbfounded that someone would try this with you- "I'm married,"

Austin had to stop himself from bursting out in laughter. Your slurred words and smudged mascara under your eyes, showed him that you were drunk- but he didn't think you were that drunk.

"And we have a baby together, like I'm wearing a wedding ring!" You held the wrong hand up for a moment before switching to show your ring to Austin, he stifled a laugh. "I can't believe you would hit on a married woman? Who does that?" You scoffed, "You're lucky that Austin isn't here," You slurred.

"Baby baby baby," Austin said as he rested his hands on your upper arms, rubbing them up and down to soothe you in your drunken state, "I'm Austin,"

You stood there for a moment, just looking at him- expression blank. "It's a very common name," You shrugged. Austin couldn't help himself, he let a laugh erupt from his chest. "Shh!" You scolded him, "My daughter is probably asleep right now," Your arms were suddenly crossed over your chest, "My poor husband had her all alone tonight,"

"Mama, I am your husband- I know I had her alone," He was bewildered with the fact that his wife was so intoxicated that she was having trouble recognising him. "It's just me, baby"

You let Austin take you into his arms, he held up your head as you gazed up at him. "Oh my god, Austin!" You smiled, your voice coated with relief as you realised who was holding you. "How are you?"

"I'm good baby," He chuckled, his smile reaching his eyes, "You had a good night?"

"Yeah," You nodded slowly, your eyes were beginning to flutter, "I had a great night, but I missed you and Nezzie a lot,"

"We can go see Nezzie and then get you into bed," He nodded, "Sound like a plan?" Austin asked, admiring your flushed cheeks.

"Definitely,"

[blainesebastian]

drunk dial

words: 2,709 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) drunk! austin and sober! girlfriend having to pick him up and maybe some of his cast mates or something bc they’re at a bar? and austin just loving on her and doting on her  notes: masterlist on my sidebar! could be a part of ‘mutually assured satisfaction’ universe if you squint  warnings: NSFW :)  tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted

Something that you learn early on in your relationship with Austin is that he likes to have a good time and knows exactly how to do it. Celebrity status gives way to excess and parties are easily thrown, almost constantly, with no deeper reason other than to just enjoy it. Austin himself is just full of life, he’s one of those people that’s infectious to be around, a contagious smile, a bright laugh, eyes as clear and blue as the ocean when you look into them. He makes you feel like you could utterly be the center of any universe when he speaks to you, drawing you in and asking you questions and always making you feel welcome, no matter who you are.

It's no wonder that he’s constantly invited to things, that people want him to attend—and then you mix a few drinks in there? A perfect storm.

You enjoy that version of your boyfriend, secretly one of your favorites even though you’d never tell him.

When he’s drunk he’s incredibly rose-colored, as if he’s got those type of glasses on his eyes when he interacts with people. He draws them close into conversation, he becomes a bit more touchy, and when you’re with him his hands are constantly on your body—looking for any excuse to pull you close and into a kiss. His body warm, the way a twinge of sweat mixes with his skin and cologne, how easily those same hands sometimes wander between your legs, God; makes your toes curl just thinking about it.

Unfortunately tonight you’re missing out on that, needing some time on your own this weekend to decompress from a busy week on set. You’re always grateful for the opportunities, don’t get it wrong, but sometimes you definitely need the space to breathe and reset. Austin invited you out tonight with some castmates of his own to a bar, a wrap party of sorts, and teasingly kissed you goodbye at the front door with a comment against your lips of all work and no play.

It's about eleven or so when you crawl into bed, dragging a book with you that you’ve stopped and started about a dozen times. Propping up the pillows, you lean back to read a few pages before sleeping. You’ll honestly feel accomplished if you manage to dedicate at least ten pages per night…doubtful, but here’s hoping.

Your phone begins to vibrate when you’re about two pages in and you sigh as you reach for it on the comforter because that’s typical. If it’s your agent you’ll call her back tomorrow, but Austin’s name flashes on the screen. A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth before you swipe to answer.

“Long time no talk,” You tease, putting the phone on speaker. You set your book down over your legs, keeping your spot for the page you’re on.

You wait a few moments for Austin to respond, the sound of traffic and a chaotic background of bar music and chatter filter in every so often. You raise your eyebrows, about to speak again when you finally hear Austin make a noise, which distinctly sounds like a huff,

“I’ve been lookin’ for you.”

A soft laugh flutters out of your throat because for a moment you don’t think he’s serious but then you wait for the other shoe to drop and it never comes. Amusement wraps around your chest like a warm blanket, shaking your head as you lean up in bed a little to hover over your phone.

“I’m not there babe, remember? I didn’t come out with you tonight.”

There’s a small space of time in which you can definitely tell Austin is scrunching his nose, “Well that explains a lot then.”

You laugh again, can’t help it, running a hand over your face. Out of the things you expected to happen tonight, this wasn’t one of them—getting a drunk phone call from your boyfriend when it’s barely eleven o’clock. He must be having a good time so far.

You listen for a moment, wondering what’s going on. He sounds okay though? Definitely outside, so maybe he’s just getting some fresh air. You chew on your lower lip, playing with the fabric of the comforter between your fingers.

“What’d you do tonight?” Austin asks and while you’re pretty sure he won’t be able to keep track of your response, you appreciate he’s trying.

“Uhm,” You hum, “I made dinner, had a long bath—”

“Shame I missed that,” He interrupts, a slight drawl to his tone leftover from Elvis, something that nearly always creeps into his voice when he’s upset, tired or drunk.

“Can always raincheck for another time,” You smile, continuing, “Had a cup of tea and decided to try and read a bit. Didn’t get very far.” You tilt your head a little, pausing, “You havin’ fun?”

“Would be havin’ a better time with you,” He says almost instantly, like he was ready to throw that reply in regardless of the question. You smile a little, curling your hair around your ear.

“Well, I can’t disagree about that.”  

You feel the tiniest bit guilty that you didn’t allow Austin to tug you out of the apartment tonight, that you’re not out with him having a few beers and sitting too close, maybe even dancing to cheesy nineties music or playing a game of pool (and totally winning). But you also know that in order to be the very best girlfriend, or just your very best self in general, that you need to take the time to recharge your battery.

“When are you coming back home?” You ask, not intending on cutting his night short or anything but you admittedly want him in bed with you. He’s slightly needy like this and you’re not about to deny that you find that a bit attractive. PDA isn’t a foreign concept to him when he’s sober so you kinda enjoy the moments where he’s cranking that up to eleven, needing and wanting you so much closer.

You can definitely relate.

“When do you want me?”

Smiling a little, you shake your head at the opening—far too easy, “I always want you.” And it feels like such a line that he’s tossed in your direction once or twice.

Austin laughs, the sound warm and affectionate against your eardrum, “That’s cute—real smooth. You tryin’ to flirt with me?”

“Oh I’m definitely trying,” You nod, no use in denying that. “Is it working?”

“Maybe,” He then seems to remember the original question you posed, “M’comin’ home now.”

You tug back the covers after a moment, a few thoughts swirling around in your head, wondering if he’s done things like paid his bill or told his castmates he was leaving. You’re a bit selfish in this though because you don’t mention any of that, instead,

“Right now?”

“Mhm,” Austin confirms, “Gonna grab one of those uber things.”

You chuckle lightly, pulling yourself from bed to quickly put on a pair of joggers. You then grab the sherpa lined jean jacket that he often wears and drape it over your shoulders, the sleeves a bit too long for your arms but you kinda like that.

“Why don’t you let me come get you so you don’t have to worry about the ‘uber things’.”

Austin pauses, like he’s trying to get two thoughts to connect in his head before he says, “That would be amazin’. Girlfriend award.”

You grin, shaking your head as you grab your wallet and keys before slipping out of your apartment, “Just constantly winning those. I’ll be there soon, don’t wander.” Pulling the phone away from your ear, you check his location just in case and make your way to the door.

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Surprisingly, there’s not a lot of traffic downtown, which makes parking easy near the bar Austin’s at. Letting out a soft sigh, you turn the engine off and crane your neck to look outside and around the place your boyfriend is supposed to be. You get out of the car, pulling your coat a little closer around yourself as you cross the street, smiling as you eventually notice him half a block further down, leaning against the brick wall of another establishment, smoking.

Despite being a bit drunk, he’s still holding up his own pretty well, a lazy smile on his lips as he notices you walking towards him.

“Hey you,” It’s kind of ridiculous to think about this small amount of power he has over you, just standing there, looking as handsome as he does. Slightly rugged in his dark jeans and stance along the building. He tosses the cigarette to the ground and stubs it out, blowing smoke away from you as he turns to give you a once over.

Cheeks definitely turn pink but luckily you can blame that on being a bit cold.

“Have you uh,” You trail off a moment, motioning to the bar behind you, “Have you seen my boyfriend? He’s about your height, slightly built, dirty blonde curls, little bit of a mess,” You grin, “Very happy to see me?”

“Oh you’re taken?” Austin asks, a soft chuckle vibrating in his throat as he wraps his arms around your shoulders. His body is warm and slightly heavy, his balance not as it should be. You’re stable though, he’s not stumbling over, “He’s got to be pretty lucky.”

You chuckle as he brings his hands over to cup your cheeks, running his thumb along the bone. “I’d like to think so.”

Standing here with him in so intoxicating, the fluttering sensation in your stomach as he touches you, the warmth of his skin and the presence of his body, slightly taller than you as his eyes look down and drink you in. As he pulls you as close as he can, mapping his body along yours, the street seems to fade from view. Humming, you wrap your arms loosely around his trim waist, one arm slipping underneath the fabric of his shirt. He squirms just slightly as the cool night air kisses the skin of his back.

“Home?” You ask, tilting your head up.

Austin leans down to brush his lips over yours, playfully nipping at your lower lip with his own. “Home.”

Smiling, you wrap an arm around his waist, turning to walk towards the car. You definitely notice him leaning into you a little more than usual, his arm resting on your shoulders for balance. You don’t mind though, easily handling his weight on the way to the car, despite that his walking is a bit wobbly.

Pausing to unlock the passenger door, you stick the keys into your pocket before a soft laugh leaves your lips, “Too tall for your own good.” You tease, making sure to rest your hand along the crown of his head so that he leans down enough to get into the passenger seat without hurting himself.

“Did I mention…” He trails off, watching you with lazy blue eyes. Austin chews on his lower lip, resting his head back against the headrest as you lean over him to put his seatbelt on, “That you’re definitely gettin’ the girlfriend award?”

Smiling, you shake your head, pausing to run your eyes along his form. “Think you mentioned somethin’ like that, yeah.” You push yourself inside briefly to peck his lips, “And I already know it’s well deserved.”

Austin chuckles, stealing one more kiss before you close the door and take him home.

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You’ve been drunk plenty of times around Austin and he’s always known the best ways to take care of you and that’s kinda what you’re thinking about now. Getting him into bed, making sure he has comfortable clothes on and that he’s drinking enough water—aspirin and a greasy breakfast when he wakes up.

Except, your boyfriend has other plans that involve getting a shower and…you really don’t have the energy or stamina to tell him how beyond ridiculous it is that he does this now. It doesn’t help that he’s decently taller than you and undressing faster than you can put clothes on him. Though, seems like a weird thing to complain about.

“You comin’ in with me?” Austin asks as he turns the shower on, waiting for the water to warm up.

He’s kinda straddling the tub, leaning against the wall, completely naked and far too gorgeous looking for his own good. You let out a soft sigh, stepping a bit closer, moving to run a hand through the tuft of hair along his forehead. You semi count the freckles on his skin, leaning down to press a kiss against one on his shoulder.

“I already showered,” You tell him, “And I think you assume if I get in this shower with you that you’re gettin’ something out of it. Which you are sorely mistaken,” A soft laugh flutters in your chest when he pouts, “You can barely stand straight.”

“I know exactly what I’m doin’,” His hand falls to your waist, squeezing, “And I want you in this shower with me.”

Admittedly, the desire in his voice slips right between your legs, instant heat. As he smiles down at you and playfully nips your lower lip with his own, you realize how much of a losing battle this is. Before you can move, Austin playfully tugs you forward and you almost end up in the shower and under the stream of water with all your clothes on.

“Austin,” You snap but you’re laughing, pushing him away so that you can undress.

With a dramatic sigh, you get into the shower with him, pulling the glass door closed. His lips are on yours in an instant, drawing you close and under the stream of water. Things are a bit haphazard but this is not the first time you’ve done this in this setting and when your hand slips down to touch your boyfriend, he’s already hard.

A moan leaves your lips and empties into his mouth, heat curling up inside of you and making your legs shake. Quick and a little desperate, needy, you kinda like it when it’s like this sometimes. When you’re not taking it slow or feeling every single movement of the other’s bodies. This in comparison is grabby, passionate, like you can’t quite get enough of one another fast enough.

Austin hooks your leg up, presses you against the shower wall, hands exploring and fingers opening you up, open-mouthed kisses on your throat, your pulse point, your heart thrumming in your eardrums. He slides in quick but always allows you a few moments to adjust, your forehead dipping to his shoulder, a deep breath in before you roll your hips up and into him.

It’s not the easiest in the shower, this place is definitely overrated when it comes to seeing it in films. But luckily there’s no slipping this time and Austin has a firm grasp on you, each thrust of his hips somehow utterly perfect. It doesn’t take long for either of you to reach a climax and suddenly you’re panting, the entire room rose-colored in the wake of your orgasm.

Austin eventually slides free from you and you hate how empty that always feels, chewing on your lower lip as he tips your head back with both of his hands on the sides of your face. He gives you a lazy smile, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, the bridge of your nose and the corner of your mouth—you can feel him mouthing the words I love you a few times.

A small smile stretches across your face and you close your eyes for a moment as he strokes your hair back, now wet underneath the stream of water. He reaches for a loofah, squeezing some shower gel onto it before beginning to drag it along your shoulders, arms, slow and lazy motions.

There’s a soft sound of amusement in your throat as you tip your head up and kiss him, drawing out these moments where you can get them. Ironically, despite not going out with him tonight, it still ended the same way.

And you’re definitely not going to complain about that.

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Thank you so much for reading! Hope you enjoyed :)

[foreverdolly]

baby love | dom!austin butler x shy!reader 

requested by a sweet nonnie. i made it extra filthy for you.

summary: you've gained some “relationship” weight since you and austin first started dating, and you find yourself growing more and more self conscious as time goes on. austin takes his time letting you know just how beautiful he finds you.

pairings: austin butler x reader

word count: 3,678

warnings/notes: austin is a dom and absolutely worships you, established relationship, rough sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, overstimulation, it's cute though i swear. also wanted to quickly let you all know that you are beautiful no matter what size you are. so this goes out to my curvy/skinny-chubby babes. as someone that has been recovering from an ED for four years, my inbox is always open. it was extremely hard to watch my body change as i got healthy, so this one really hit home for me while writing it. much love.

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“I’m being serious, Austin.” You called out to him from the bathroom, tossing the bath towel onto the countertop so that you could get a better look at your figure. Whoever says that it was healthy for females to gain relationship weight when they feel happy and stable is an asshole. An absolute dick. Just six months ago you had been in the best shape of your life. You had been attending hot yoga three times a week and even started going to a personal trainer. You were positive that your taught body and trim waistline was one of the things that originally attracted Austin to you. You weren’t a celebrity. Far from it- you were just an artist who had been blessed enough to make it semi-big in California just a few years before the two of you met through mutual friends. 

Sure, you were talented and absolutely hilarious, but so were a hell of a lot of other girls that would jump at the chance to date your boyfriend. Any time you brought up diets or started messaging your old gym buddies, Austin was quick to dismiss it. “You don’t need it.” or your personal favorite, “You’ve never been healthier, baby.” You grabbed at your stomach, grimacing as you realized just how much you must have gained. Twenty pounds? No. . . more like thirty or forty, if you were being honest with yourself. You had a scale somewhere in your shared apartment, but you were too scared to step on it. You dealt with body image issues all throughout high school, and you absolutely refused to go through anything similar again. 

“You’re gorgeous, now come out here. I’m going to eat all the popcorn without you.” You grumbled under your breath as you shrugged on your thin white tank top and an oversized pair of his boxers, practically throwing the bathroom door open. He seemed taken aback by your sudden change in mood, noticing the way you were glaring so opening at him. “You go ahead and do that. I obviously don’t need anything else to eat today.” He gave you a once over, taking in your wet hair and sour disposition. Maybe he hadn’t thought that you were really this sad about it, because he was quick to deposit the large snack bowl onto the bedside table along with the remote control. He gave the spot beside him on the bed an eager pat, shooting you a small smile. You weren’t budging from your spot though. Seeing yourself in the mirror just a few seconds ago had shattered just about every bit of self confidence you had left. He let out a small sigh, leaning back against the headboard for a couple of seconds before leaning forward on the bed, moving his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. You must have been an easy one to crack because you found yourself shuffling over to the bed. The second that you were close enough to him he pounced, dragging you onto the mattress with an ease that still shocked you. 

“Do you want me to die of heart failure from eating so much butter by myself? Cause’ I’ll do it. I’ll eat that entire bowl and then make sure to write you out of my will.” Your lips twitched upwards into a small smile for a second, Austin watching you with a wide grin as he waited for your mood to change. It always did whenever you were on this sort of subject. He’d do whatever he could to assure you that you were beautiful, and then find some way to cheer you up- only this time it wasn’t working. Your bottom lip began to quiver, your eyes filling with tears. “Oh. . . Oh, my poor baby.” He cooed, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pulling you into his lap. You moved your legs to straddle him, sniffling softly against his neck as you tried to keep the tears to a minimum. They just kept coming though. 

“I’m not pretty anymore. . . what if-” you swallowed back a loud sob, whimpering softly before you were finally able to get the rest of the words out. “W-What if you leave me?” Austin was peppering the side of your wet head with kisses. He hated seeing you upset in any way. It made his chest ache and his own anxiety act up. 

How had he not seen this before? How could he not tell how serious this was to you? He had always tried to brush it off with humor and measly compliments, but never took the time to really assure you that he wasn’t ever going anywhere. An immense guilt rushed over him, so sudden and heavy that his arms began to quiver as they squeezed you even tighter. “Angel,” He mumbled against your wet hair. “You’re the light of my life. I loved you when you were counting calories, and I love you now. . . but baby, you’re beautiful like this. I know it probably won’t mean anything coming from me, but I truly don’t think you’ve ever looked this healthy before.” You pulled back, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand before you motioned to your stomach exasperatedly. 

He let out a humorless smile, pulling up your shirt so that he could place one of his large, warm hands against your skin. “You’re soft, and cute, and way better to cuddle. I’m a skeleton, and I used to be able to feel our bones clattering together.” This made you laugh. Your shoulders shook with it, your adorable nose scrunching up in that delectable way that he loved so much. “When I look at you I see love. I see a potential family- I see forever. I don’t see anything undesirable in the slightest, alright? I promise you. Sometimes I’m scared that you’re going to leave me.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to wrap your brain around where he could have gotten that crazy idea. 

“I drool when I sleep, we have to get all of my pants tailored because my legs are freakishly long, i’m lactose intolerant and you love cheese,” God, he knew you so well. “I smack my gum, I drive too fast and scare the shit out of you most of the time, and I jump and try to shield my eyes when you force me to watch horror movies.” Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but throw your arms up in the air in disbelief. 

“But I love all those things. You’re adorable.” Austin gave you a look, and you instantly felt like an idiot. 

“Oh. . .” You licked your lips, moving to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Oh.” Sure, you weren’t everybody's cup of tea, but neither was he. You happened to be his favorite flavor though. People instantly saw him as this glamorous celebrity and wanted to be with him, all without knowing what he was like behind doors. Austin always thought you were beautiful. Whether your hair was frizzy because of the weather, or you had a stress pimple on your forehead- he adored you. Absolutely and totally. Everybody’s weight fluctuates, and so what? 

His fingers began to lazily rub your hips through the cotton boxers, flashing you a lazy smile. “Yeah- ‘oh’ is right.” His voice had lowered an octave, his eyes suddenly locked on you and dripping with an unspoken suggestion. 

You were always in a state of awe whenever you were around him. He always went out of his way to shower you with romantic gestures. You loved him with a ferocity that often destroyed other adult’s lives. It frightened you sometimes. It was as though Austin had possessed you, body and soul. He had hollowed out a place for himself deep inside your chest and made a home there. 

You loved it especially when his blue eyes became lidded, his pale lashes catching the light like spun gold. It was often impossible to keep your hands off of him, so you never did. You didn’t fight those urges and neither did Austin. You two were constantly brushing against one another, even if it was just a chaste kiss or a quick brush of the hand- just like he was doing right now. He was taking his time with you, rubbing his thumb against your hips, slowly making his way upwards towards your chest. He loved your tits; told you all the time. Even as the months passed by, you could still see the excitement flash in his eyes whenever you were laid bare in front of him. Almost as though he couldn’t believe that you were real. That you were letting him touch you in such a debased way. He feasted upon your flesh hungrily whenever you let him, which was thankfully quite often. 

You knew what he wanted the second those lashes began to flutter down, his eyes practically pinning you down. You still found it hard to breathe when he looked at you like that. You were still seated on his lap, and ever so slowly you began putting more of your weight on him, feeling that he was already hard. Ever so slowly you lifted back up, eyes flickering down so that you could get a good look at him. He had deviously thrown on the gray pair of sweatpants that he knew that you loved so much. It was probably because you could see his cock so well through them, even beneath all of the layers. “This is all you.” He mumbled under his breath, tilting his head to the side slightly as he watched you. He was never satisfied as far as you were concerned. He wished, some days, that he could somehow be absorbed into you- to claw his way under your skin. He loved you so much that it was maddening. 

“Touch it,” His voice shook as he felt your dainty fingers brush up his thighs. “It’s yours.” You were tentative with your touches at first, almost hesitant. You felt better than you did ten minutes ago, but the self confidence issues were still there. You knew that you weren’t unattractive. You had a gorgeous face and a bright smile that lit up your eyes. Men still turned their heads to look at you when you walked down the street, and just yesterday a kid that must have still been in college tried to ask you for your number. That wasn’t the point though, because deep down there was a part of you that felt as though you weren’t worthy. Austin Butler was a Greek god of a man, and had a heart of gold. 

Even after the endless laughs, the long nights spent talking, and the days spent curled up in each other’s arms, you still felt like at any moment he might walk out the door. You knew it was just a little extra baby fat, but it didn’t stop you from overthinking. Austin noticed your hesitance. He saw the conflict brewing in your eyes, like heavy clouds gathering just before a storm. He freed one of his hands from their spot on your soft skin, taking your hand in his and pressing it against himself. “Only you,” He placed a wet kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Always you.” And you melted. How could you not? Because he was right. No one could make him laugh as hard as you could. No one knew him- all of him- quite like you did, and you were certain that they never would. Nobody had ever taken the time to truly understand who Austin was, inside and out. 

You were a balm to soothe the ache. You fulfilled him. Completed him. 

He pressed his lips against the side of your head, his hand moving from the underside of your rips to your back as you began to put more pressure against him. You continued rubbing him through his pants, your fingers feeling along each divot and ridge of his length. The blonde let you know just how much he appreciated your touch, his low moans vibrating in his chest. “This tank top is killing me.” He mumbled, pulling back so that he could look down at you. It was an old tank top that you refused to wear in public anymore. Over time it had worn down to the point of practically being threadbare. It hadn’t been your intention to get him worked up like this, but it was certainly a plus. 

He could see your entire chest through the white fabric. He ran his pointer finger over one of your nipples, smiling as he watched it reactively harden into a small peak.  He switched over to the other side, his blue eyes flickering up to meet your eyes. He knew that eye contact during times like this did something to you. He’d be carrying out the dirtiest, most lewd acts, all while his lips are upturned into a smug little smile; eyes bright blue and boring into yours. You let out a small gasp, and that smile of his widened into a grin. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You moved your hand away from his front, instead opting to work him up by pressing your core against him. You slowly began rocking your hips back and forth, careful not to put too much pressure. 

You could be quite the tease when you wanted to be. Right now you wanted to work him up into a damn near frenzy. He’d be rougher with you that way. 

“Yeah?” You questioned breathlessly, and his eyes did that thing. You watched in real time as his pupils began to dilate. “Yeah.” He agreed, nodding his head as he cupped your breasts in his large hand. He gave it a squeeze, rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers tightly, nearly to the point of pain. Your hips jerked forward as you let out a hiss. His eyes widened at the added pressure to the friction, a breathy groan escaping his lips. “You wanna know something?” His tongue darted out to lick his dry lips, gathering up the fabric of your tank top so that he could finally feel your bare skin. “You may think that you look big, but look at how tiny you are compared to me. Hmm?” His hand slid up from your sternum to your throat, your breath getting caught there. He was over six feet tall, and his hand was the size of your head. No matter how big you might have gotten, the man was a giant compared to your stature. He added pressure to his thumb, feeling your pulse as he cut off a bit of the blood flow. Your eyes flickered open, needing to see his face as he moved his free hand down to your hip, grinding your own hips against him now. You didn’t stop him. You couldn’t tease him anymore. You’d take anything he gave you. 

His eyes were practically rolling back in his head at the mere look on your face. “Keep looking at me with those big eyes like that and I might cum just from this.” The friction felt good, his length sliding along your core, stimulating you- but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. “Please.” You choked out, starting to get light headed. He tightened his hold on your throat to the point that you were beginning to see stars. He continued dragging your hips back and forth against him, moving his own hips languidly. “You’re such a greedy little thing, huh?” You were, you were, you were. Your lips parted, your head starting to tilt back so that you could stare at the ceiling. You needed something to look at that wasn’t him- because sometimes his gaze got to be too much. When he looked at you like that- like you were the only thing in the world that mattered- you came undone too quickly. “Do you feel how beautiful I think you are?” You did. He was as hard as stone beneath you. The second you nodded he had you pushed down, your back against the mattress and the side of your face pressed against your white duvet. His hand slowly moved up higher on your throat until his fingers pressed against your lips, pulling the soft skin down until they could slip into the warmth of your mouth. You accepted them gladly, your tongue gently lapping against the saltiness of his skin. 

Ever so slowly he removed his hand from your throat, and you took deep gulps of air, your limbs already trembling, your core wet and aching for him. 

He was going to fuck you now. He couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped his shirt off in a second flat, tossing it down on the ground next to the bed somewhere. His pants came off next, and you followed suit, kicking the boxers off as fast as you could. You were a shaky, needy mess. You weren’t quite sure how he always managed to work you up like this, but he did. You started to take off your tank top as well, but he stopped you. “Leave it.” And so you did. Austin slipped into you like he was possessed, giving you absolutely no time to adjust. You cried out, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as he began fucking into you, starting at a near brutal pace. He used one hand to support himself against the bed, and the other went straight to the tank top, gathering it up his fist before pulling it upwards, keeping his hand firmly planted against your sternum. He watched your tits bounce as he fucked you, sucking in deep breaths as he listened to your whimpers and cries. 

You loved being able to look at him like this. His expressions were art. He’d suck his bottom lip into his mouth, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he watched you intently. His eyes were all over you. Your face, your tits, and then down to where the two of you connected. He had an odd fascination with watching himself fuck you. He loved it. Thought it was fucking adorable. 

It felt good- so good like this- but you wanted more. You wanted to feel him deeper. “B-Behind.” You could barely speak. You found it hard to form words, but he understood. He nodded, panting hard as he pulled out of you. You started to sit up, but he grabbed your hips like you weighed nothing, flipping you over into your stomach. Your ass was in the air in a second, him using his knees to nudge your legs apart so that he could fit himself between them. “You’re the one that got me this worked up,” His voice was low, almost guttural as he spoke to you. He slipped inside of you a little slower this time, speaking through clenched teeth. “So you’re going to be a good girl and take it.” 

And you could feel every inch of him. 

Every. Single. Inch. 

He fucked you at the same relentless pace. He was hitting all of the right places from this angle, his hips slapping against your ass. You couldn’t help but scream into the blanket, the sound coming out muffled. He must not have liked that, because he gripped you by the hair, wrapping it around his wrist and yanking your head up. “I want to hear.” And so you let him hear. 

You almost couldn’t take it- he was practically attacking you at this point, his hips snapping forward, his moans loud and unabashed as he watched your skin slapping against his. He gave your hair another yank, pain tearing through your scalp but it felt good. Your walls clamped down around him, causing him to let out a low cry of his own. His free hand moved from your hip to slide along your stomach, searching for your core. “Don’t. Don’t.” You tried to shake your head, knowing that any extra stimulation would be too much, but of course he did it anyway. 

Austin thought you looked pretty all the time, but you were the most irresistible when you were squirming beneath him. 

His fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing you in tight circles. After months of nonstop exploration, he knew exactly how to touch you. He knew just how to work you up, and so he did. You couldn’t keep yourself from cumming. Couldn’t stop it. 

“God damn, baby.” He groaned from above you, his hips snapping into your fluttering core. You were crying now, and you weren’t sure if it was because your hair was being pulled or if the pleasure was just too much. It was probably both. 

Austin rode your quivering form through your orgasm, working you to the point of overstimulation. You were no longer just fluttering around him but damn near spasming, and that was when he couldn’t hold his own release off anymore. He released your hair, his large hand pressing your face into the blankets as he pumped into you. “Fuck.” He spat out, panting hard as he filled you to the brim. Only after he was sure that he had fucked every last drop into you did he slowly pull out. 

He was instantly pulling you against him. He pet your hair as he began to kiss every inch of your face. “You did so good, baby.” He cooed, nuzzling his nose into your now partially dry hair. He breathed you in, eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the after-sex bliss. “I love you so much.” You knew that he did. You could feel the love radiating off of him and into you. It was such a warm feeling. “My beautiful baby.” 

The two of you spent the rest of the night curled up in bed, watching shitty Kung-Fu movies and laughing your asses off at the criminally bad special effects. 

Oh- and you two split the popcorn. With extra butter and salt. Just the way the two of you liked it. 

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Trouble PT 2

anonymous: I need a part two please

pairing: mafia!austin butler x stripper!reader

warning: making out, the attempt of R*pe, swearing

Y/N’s POV

He introduced me to his gang. I think they’re in love with me. But Austin told them I was off limits. We went to a party for one of his mafia members and this other member was flirting with me so Austin and him got into a fight.

Austin and I went upstairs to make sure both of us were okay. He set me on a counter and got some medicine for both of us but I really wasn’t hurt.

I check on Austin’s wounds, they look bad already.

“You should be on this counter not me Aus,” I said while trying to put medicine on him.

"I just want to admire you," Austin smirks.

I giggle.

Austin grabs the medicine bottle out of my hand and sets it next to the sink next to us and starts to kiss my neck. I gasp.

"Your mine Y/N/N, got it?" He whispers in my ear.

“He was flirting with me Austin.” I make him look at me.

"I know baby. I just want to show him that your mine." He puts my right leg around his left hip.

I know what he wants, I’m going to give it to him. I make him lean in and makes out with him.

Austin picks me up and takes me to the nearest wall. I gasp, I wrap my arms around his neck and I wrap my legs tightly his waist. I can feel his cock being hard.

“You’re ready for me aren’t you?” I look at him.

“Always baby.” He smirks.

We look at each other for a second, we start to make out. Austin takes me to the bed and I help him get out of his clothes. When he took his boxers off, I can see he’s so hard.

The way he fucked me, the way I scream and gasps, everything felt so good. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear and kept on telling me I’m his. I think he’s gang can hear us, Austin just wants to let one of his gang members that I’m his. He gave me a bunch of hickeys all over my neck and I felt him smirking while giving me them.

Eventually, he let me get him patched up and we went back downstairs and people were looking at me, I didn’t care, Austin is a good fuck.

At Gentlemen’s Club

I got a request to be in Room 6, I can tell it’s Austin wanting me but in lingerie. I go to Room 6 and it’s Paul? The man who flirted with me when Austin introduced me to his gang and Austin got in a fight with him. I get scared but I’m going to pretend to forget something.

“Listen I forgot something out back so I’ll be right back,” I said about to open the door behind me.

“I don’t think you need it right now,” Paul says grabbing me to the couch in the room.

I began to scream and begged him to let go of me.

“Help me!” I scream again.

Paul touches my pussy and I scream louder and tries to put his right hand on my mouth.

We hear the door open rapidly and it’s the owner John. He grabs me to get back to the hallway where the rest of the strippers are at and kicked Paul out of the Gentleman’s Club.

“Are you okay Y/N?” John checks up on me.

“I want to go home.” I said in a shaky reply.

Lola hugs me and I can tell that John is agreeing with me so he allows me to go home.

Lola takes me home and she stays with me because I don’t want to be alone. Eventually Lola spend the night with me and the night was alright.

I told Austin and he looked pissed.

“Paul came to your work?” Austin says questionably.

"He, he, Austin, he, tried to rape me." I choke up.

Austin looks pissed, as he should be.

"I'm going to beat his ass!" Austin walks to my front door.

"Austin!" I go up to him and he looks at me.

"Y/N/N, he tried to hurt you; he went to your job to hurt you because of what happened last weekend. I'm going to fucking kill him!" He opens the door and slams it.

TO BE CONTINUED.....