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dreamersparacosm · 2 years

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austin butler - insecure

warnings ; cursing, angst, a lil kiss kiss but pretty tame if u ask me

request ; anonymous’ ask linked here

prompt ; in which running into your first love causes austin to reveal his insecurities.

a/n ; this was supposed to be published last night but i ended up making plans so i apologize bout that! thanks to the efc gc for choosing henry cavill to play reader’s ex boyfriend (he is one fine man) if that doesn’t suit your fancy, you can imagine anyone else in the role! enjoy :)

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austin butler hadn’t liked new york before you.

he had been shattered for quite a long time, more than he liked to admit. he had been heartbroken over a brutal breakup with his last girlfriend, and he swore in that moment that he would never try to find love in hollywood again. he never thought he would meet someone even close to what she was. but, then, he met you. you were soft, caring, but also outspoken. he loved that you fought for what you believed in, and that you had big dreams that always ended up manifesting. he was intrigued by your acting style, and the way you commanded the cameras. austin fell irrevocably in love with you, but it took you a little while longer with him. you had met just before he left for australia to film elvis during a red carpet event, where he had walked up to you drunkenly and asked for your number. most of the beginning of your courtship was spent over facetime dates and promises to go see each other, until finally, he booked you a plane ticket before you could say no.

there was nothing stopping the landslide of emotions that onset the way you felt about him. you let yourself succumb to your feelings, and he made sure to protect your heart. you had your own trauma from previous relationships, and you appreciated all austin did to recognize that and respect you.

even now, in new york city, austin was willing to bend over backwards for you. he always followed the unspoken sidewalk rule, and tried to fend off paparazzi as much as possible. you two were staying in a luxurious hotel for two months, hoping to savor some alone time before he had to pack up and leave to film dune 2. you appreciated the vacation, since elvis' promotion drove you two crazy. you also knew that once he left, you would fall into a depressive state. long distance was never an issue for you two, which was refreshing to see in hollywood nowadays. however, it didn't mean that saying your goodbyes in the airport hurt any less.

you two walked alongside the piers adjacent to the hudson river, enjoying the sun as it beamed on your faces. it was a gorgeous summer day, and although you hated stepping out in public sometimes, austin made it worth your while. his hand was intertwined with yours, sometimes bringing it up to his lips to press a light kiss to them. even after a year and a half of dating, he still managed to make you feel like a princess.

“you know, i think new york is starting to grow on me,” he spoke, looking over at you and the way the sun illuminated your eyes. he, however, did not appreciate the glow on his face and pushed his sunglasses higher up on his nose.

“aw, i’m glad, baby,” you smiled at him. “i wouldn’t mind moving back here after my career dies down.”

“you think?” he paused in between his words, as if he were pondering an important question. his thumb ran over your fingers, caressing them softly, “i mean, i wouldn’t be opposed to a nice penthouse. maybe a dog or somethin’.”

“i’d like a dog,” you mused, grinning at the thought. comfortable silence crept in between you two, the sound of birds chirping filling the air. your aimless thinking led you to fall into a daydream, and austin could tell. “would you wanna actually live here one day? with me, possibly?”

he was surprised by your question, taken aback for only a few seconds before mulling over your inquiry. the truth is, he would follow you anywhere you went. he hadn’t felt this way about somebody in years, and it terrified him that he felt a gravitation towards you like no other. he had never thought about marriage or kids before, but with you, he wanted the whole damn thing. “i would, baby. i would follow you wherever you wanted to be.”

you couldn’t help the beaming smile that crept up on your face. he loved seeing you radiant like that, the star in his sky of what was once before his never-ending darkness. you had many relationships in hollywood, some of them good and some of them bad, but never like this. it was comforting to be loved by someone who made every moment feel like a fairytale. you continued to walk alongside the pier, making conversations over what-ifs and pondering over what you two should eat for dinner. it was the mundane things that you two enjoyed the most; the moments meant for only you and him.

“[y/n]?”

a familiar voice rang out behind you. a voice you hadn’t heard in years. a voice that had daunted you for years, seeping into your nightmares and taunting you. a voice you had tried to push out of your memory. you felt your blood turn cold, palms becoming sweaty and eardrums ringing. you whipped around to confirm your worst suspicions.

your ex-boyfriend and first love, henry cavill.

people often talk about what it’s like to see the person you fell in love with ages ago. it’s supposed to be heartbreaking, it’s supposed to hurt. it’s supposed to take you back to the days where you used to run freely with them, openly claiming them as yours. but, what do you do when the man you’re currently in love with is right beside you, holding your hand? your heartbeat rapidly thumped in your chest, and without realizing, you had let go of austin’s hand.

austin looked down at your separated hands, his mind reeling in confusion. he knew of your exes, fairly well he would say. he had failed to remember what henry looked like. he knew that he was a successful actor as well, but standing in front of him, he felt tiny. austin thought of himself as much lesser; a downgrade. he wasn’t used to the feeling, and it made his heart ache at the thought that maybe you felt the same way.

“henry?” you finally spoke, a forced smile creeping up on your face. “how are you? it’s been so long!”

“yeah, yeah, it has. i’m good, just in new york for a photoshoot,” his eyes pierced into yours the way they had many moons ago. “you look great, by the way,” austin watched, feeling as though he had faded into the background.

“yeah, so do you,” you gulped nervously, twiddling your fingers. he did look great. it was painful to say and hurtful to think. you didn’t regret leaving him at all, that was not the issue. it was the fact that he was standing right in front of you after you prayed to god for the past five years you would never see him again. austin stepped towards you, hoping for some form of an introduction. awkward silence filled the air as you were consumed with your own thoughts and emotions.

austin had never seen you act this way towards anybody. you usually always had something to say. he shifted uncomfortably again beside you, and you finally slipped out of your trance. “oh, this is my boyfriend, austin, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, man. henry,” he reached his hand out as a form of a peace treaty, and austin shook it reluctantly. austin felt as if he couldn’t break the eye contact that was being held between you two, even though he wanted to so desperately.

“we should catch up sometime, [y/n]. get coffee or something,” henry’s eyes hadn’t left yours for a second. you felt paralyzed in your spot. “i’m here until next tuesday, if you’d want to do something before then.”

words were being formulated in your brain, but the lag of your voice followed. “yeah, i’d have to see when i’m free, i have a few photoshoots to do next week but i can let you know.”

all you knew was that you could not meet up with him. but, being the cool, calm, and collected ex-girlfriend had been your brand for years, so you went along with the act. “that’s cool,” henry nodded, beginning to plan his exit. he could feel austin’s eyes penetrating holes into his skull. “well, i’ll let you get back to it. super good to see you, though.”

“of course, you too, henry,” you smiled slightly, shifting your weight onto your other foot. although it was a small interaction, it was enough to shake you up. you almost looked behind you as henry walked away, but you forbid yourself from doing that. austin, on the other hand, had never felt more small in his life. he was used to being a background character in your successful career, but he didn’t mind it. when he came face to face with it, he realized that maybe he wasn’t as stone cold as he once perceived.

you two began to stroll again, this time, in complete and utter silence. he didn't reach out to hold your hand, and so you stuffed them into the front of your shorts pockets.

austin was seeing red. his insecurities had now manifested into sheer anger. he hadn’t seen you look at anyone like that before… except for him. he began to wonder how long you were planning on dating him before you told him you were still in love with your ex. you knew the energy between you two had shifted, but you couldn’t even begin to process his emotions before starting with your own.

the twenty minute walk back to the hotel was treacherous. you exchanged small talk on how neither of you were hungry anymore, and that maybe it was better to just order room service later. austin thought he would never eat again. you hoped that maybe austin would ask if you were okay, and let you explain why you felt the way you did, that it wasn’t that easy to see him still. he was your first love, after all. the person who had shown you the ropes of hollywood, the way to properly love someone, and to accept the things you cannot change.

instead, austin spent the rest of the night ignoring your emotions and focusing on his own. neither of you had eaten.

you had showered, laid your clothes out for the next day, all while exchanging a total of four words with austin. he was already tucked into bed, laying there with his eyes closed. he knew he wasn’t sleeping that night. however, he wanted to give off the illusion that he was fine, that he would be able to have a good night’s sleep after watching you become beside yourself in front of your ex-boyfriend. you crawled under the covers beside him, sitting upright. thoughts couldn’t stop entering your brain. it was on overdrive; austin, henry, austin, henry. it was a vicious cycle, one that almost made you feel sick to your stomach.

you knew he wasn’t sleeping. so, you decided to be the bigger person, because you would be damned if you lost austin over a man that had broken your heart ages ago.

“so… are we gonna talk about this, or are we just gonna pretend everything’s fine?” you spoke just above a whisper. you didn’t have to speak too loud, with the knowledge that he was nowhere near having a peaceful rest.

he wiggled around in the bed, still facing away from you, “i don’t know, [y/n].”

his answer did not satisfy you. you sighed, inhaling a deep breath. it was clearly going to be difficult to get any sort of real answer out of him. “listen, i know today couldn’t have been easy. and, i’m sorry-“

“we don’t have to do this right now,” austin cut you off.

“so, when would you prefer we do this?” you crossed your arms over your chest. luckily, he couldn’t see your eyes that had nearly rolled into the back of your head.

“like i said, i don’t know, [y/n],” he mumbled almost incoherently.

you let out a snort, shaking your head in disbelief. “are you really going to be immature right now? is this how you want to play it?”

that set him off, like a ticking time bomb waiting for its fuse to be lit. he rolled over in the bed to face you, his eyes black with rage. “i’m immature? are you fucking serious?”

“yes, because i’m trying to talk to you. you’re clearly upset over-“

he sat up hastily, his face at eyes length with yours. “no, no. i’m not upset. i’m fucking pissed. do you not see why i’m maybe angry?” he couldn’t even help himself. he saw the look in your eyes and knew better, he should’ve stopped himself but he couldn’t. he had to twist the knife into your back the way he felt you had done to him. “how would you feel if we saw vanessa on the street and i just started eye-fucking her and making plans for next week?”

your mouth gaped open slightly in shock at his words. “i was not eye-fucking him! i didn’t even say yes to his plans, i told him i would have to check my schedule. i wasn’t even thinking about going, i just said that!”

“you fucking let go of my hand, [y/n]. in front of him. do you know how that made me feel?” he shook his head in disgust. he still felt as small as he did standing on that pier earlier. “you didn’t even want to introduce me, i had to stand there like a dumbass waiting for you to say, ‘oh yeah, this is my boyfriend by the way.’”

“okay, i’ll admit that i forgot to introduce you,” you tried to compromise, knowing that if you didn’t, the two of you would start screaming at each other. “but it wasn’t even like that, austin. i haven’t seen him in years. last time i saw him, i wasn’t even the same person i am now. he was my first love, what do you expect?!”

“i’d expect you to do fucking better,” he seethed. he got up from the bed, trying to distance himself from you as much as possible. facing you, his tone became accusatory, “i wouldn’t expect you to stand there like a bitch in heat and forget that i was standing right there.”

if he was trying to start a fight, he was right on the target. his words had stabbed you right in the back, twisting the knife in further and further until it was so far gone it couldn’t be pulled out. “just admit that you’re fucking insecure, austin. just say it, because that’s what this is about. you can’t handle that maybe i have an ex that might still be interested!”

“no, it’s because you acted like you didn’t give a fuck if i was there or not!” his voice raised several octaves, nearing a yell.

you pushed yourself to your knees on the bed so that you could reach his height, wanting to feel taller in the situation that was now making you feel tiny. “how are you gonna tell me how i feel? am i not allowed to have emotions after seeing a person i shared my first everything with? i lost my virginity to him, and you think that just goes away? it doesn’t!”

he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “oh, please. don’t give me that. i wouldn’t do that to you in front of vanessa. ever. i have always claimed you so openly, and i would never have let go of your fucking hand in front of her!”

“so, that’s what this is about? the hand? god, austin, you sound so insecure right now,” you were just spitting out insult after insult, not caring which ones struck him.

“well, at least i’m not the one still in love with my ex!” he yelled out, his voice bouncing off the walls.

“i’m not in love with him, austin! what the fuck is wrong with you that you can’t see that?” you argued, your arms flailing around in expression.

his face softened, shaking his head to himself. you two weren’t like this. you never argued before, not like this. you had prided yourselves on keeping a healthy relationship. he had promised he would never be like anyone you were with before, but he realized he had turned into that same monster he dreaded. “i saw the way you looked at him. that’s the way you look at me,” he mumbled.

“that’s not true,” you moved towards him. “i swear to god, i was just shocked at seeing him. i-i wasn’t expecting to turn around and see him. i mean, i’ve spent years dodging him.”

austin was silent. he was mulling over his options in this argument. the fear of losing you over his own insecurities was a risk he was not willing to take. he knew this was silly, but he just had to make sure he was making the right choice. and, so he asked, “do you still love him?”

“no,” you breathed out, so fast it almost flew off your tongue. you had never been more sure of something. it was mind boggling that you had seen him, but seeing henry earlier didn’t make you feel the way you felt when you saw austin coming down the street, or the way it felt when austin pressed his lips against yours. “no, not at all. i’m so in love with you. i’m not even kidding, the way i feel about you has never compared to anybody.”

he knew you were being real. austin didn’t want to let it come between you two; in fact, he refused. “fuck, [y/n]. am i being an idiot?”

“no, no,” you rushed off the bed, going over to where he stood. you cupped his cheeks in your hand, forcing him to finally meet your apologetic gaze. “i feel so dumb, austin. i shouldn’t have reacted like that, letting go of your hand. i was just really shocked, and scared. i never thought i was going to see him again, especially not with someone like you.”

he felt at home looking into your eyes. his hand reached up to meet yours on his cheek, rubbing his finger over it lovingly. “i just got so insecure, [y/n]. i’m so sorry, i should’ve asked how you were feeling. i know that wasn’t easy.”

“it’s okay,” you smiled lightly. “next time, i’ll be honest with you if you’re honest with me. i don’t want to lose you, baby.”

the last part made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. it was relieving to know the feelings were reciprocated. “me either. and i know you love me, i just felt so small in that moment. but, i’ll do better, i swear,” he ran a finger over your cheek, staring into your bright eyes. he had missed the sparkle, even if it were a few hours that he had gone without it.

“i do love you,” you inched towards him, wanting to feel a little closer to the man you loved the most. “too much for my own good sometimes.”

he finally let a smile appear on his face, his lips curling up. he couldn’t help but glance down at your plump pink lips, moist with the vaseline you had put on them before attempting to go to bed earlier. he felt closer to you than ever, and he wanted nothing more than to indulge himself and kiss you. you wanted that as well; scratch that, you craved it. you pulled him towards you by the nape of his neck, his right hand reaching to cradle your cheek. his lips moved against yours passionately, a warm fire bursting through your chest. your hands traveled down his broad shoulders, feeling him to bring you even closer towards you. it felt as if it was your first kiss with him all over again; slow and burning with desire. he pulled away, breathless, resting his forehead against yours, “i want this to be forever. i’m serious, [y/n]. i’ve never met anyone like you.”

you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before a toothy grin appeared on your face, “me too, baby. forever and always.”

now, he loved new york city more than he could have ever imagined.

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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treat me nice

summary: your boyfriend has a two new kinks he didn't quite realize until elvis. the pair of you explore them.

rating: M, once again minors, under 18 please go far away from this.

word count: 4450. we are not talking about it.

warnings: feminization to a point? it's austin in lace underwear, it technically applies. dom/sub dynamics. orgasm denial. use of the words baby boy, mama, angel, sweet boy and ma'am. squirting. oral (f recieving). use of the word snowman as a safe word. that might be it, i don't necessarily know what applies here.

author's note: this is @floralcyanide's fault through and through. basically i read just friends and was like damn i owe you the lace panties fic now. then it turned into inexperienced sub austin (because the efc server is a bunch of heathens!!) as well and i just went mildly feral. i guarantee i will write out scenes from this relationship in this fic at a later date because i'm very fond of this relationship i wrote in here. also yes i am aware of that this is a bit much but unless austin butler himself comes and tells me to stop i shall do what i want. also no beta we die like men, etc. oh and yes i am working on my other stuff promise. but 30 with a kid and like a job and a half. time is not my friend.

It starts out innocently enough, you notice Austin touching his lace top while playing as Elvis like it's a new sensation he doesn't know what to do with. You can't blame him though, you remember your first time wearing silk and finding yourself touching it over and over again to feel it against your fingertips. After a while though, and once filming is starting to get farther and farther away from those lace tops you start to realize that Austin takes his time with your lace underwear more than he used to. He'll slowly slide it down your hips and almost play with the fabric in between his fingers as he does.

You have a theory the more it keeps happening, a theory that just maybe Austin likes the feeling of the lace on his skin. You're not sure if it's sexual in nature until one night when Austin asks you to leave your lace underwear on for a second while you grind against his naked cock. He eventually ends up pushing them to the side, allowing him access to your core but you saw how his eyes rolled in the back of his head after every brush of the lace against his cock.

That night helped to put things in perspective for you in more ways than one. You and Austin share everything when it comes to kinks and your sex life because that's what you should do in a relationship, but he had never mentioned this one. It had to be new and that sent a thrill through you because the pair of you hadn't had a new kink to explore together and while you love Austin there's a part of you that missed all the times you had done it with an ex.

You both have the night off, him from filming and you from your own job and you suggest watching a movie in bed cuddled up. Austin's head is in your lap as you choose to watch a film that doesn't have Elvis in it for once because you had to put your foot down somewhere. Paying attention to the movie isn't exactly your strong point right now though, instead you find yourself just allowing your hand to run through his black hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp just to hear the pleased hum come from his mouth.

"Aus? You still with me?" You ask hearing his breathing settle into something you only usually hear when he falls asleep.

"Yeah, baby, it's just that your hand feels nice." He shifts to allow himself to turn his head to look up at you from your lap. "It's helping me relax."

Oh.

You have never asked Austin if he knows if he's a dom or a sub or if he didn't even consider that scene, but that statement leaving his mouth as casually as it did gives you a clue. You had a faint inkling but this was almost confirmation. This was going to make the gift be even better than you thought. You wouldn't just be giving your boyfriend a gift, you might be giving your pretty boy a gift.

Your lips quirk up into a small smile as you use your grip to pull his face up just a bit so you can kiss him. "Is that right? You needed to relax a bit, baby?"

He nods bringing his hand up to touch your face. "You know how I can get too much in my head."

"Mmhmm, I do. I think you're still a little in your head. But I've got something for you if you let me get up." You move a little, giving him a cue to move his head and allow you to get up. He obliges and you quickly grab the box you had hidden under your bed. It takes you a minute before you're back and you hand it over to Austin. "Open it."

He holds the box in his hands and shakes it like a little kid before he pulls on the ribbon tying it shut. The lid pops off and he's presented with a pair of pink lace underwear in a shade not entirely dissimilar from the lace shirt he wore as Elvis. His voice is a little tight when he speaks. "You got this for me?"

You nod slowly, your eyes searching his face for some sort of tell bht for once Austin actually manages a blank face. "Mama has to treat her baby boy right. And he's been so good lately and so stressed out."

"I'm not-" He inhales sharply, shutting his eyes as he starts to fiddle with his hands. "I'm not your baby boy."

"Are you sure about that? Do you think you want to be?" You question knowing very well that you're toeing a very thin line that can either make Austin bolt or achieve a goal you both want.

"No." He pauses before letting out a shaky exhale, allowing himself to play with the fabric of the underwear in his hands. "Please?"

"Oh honey. Come here, let mama touch you. I've got you." You open up your arms to have Austin come into them only to find that he's chosen a completely different route of being on his knees in front of you with the underwear brushing against his cheek. Despite knowing that he wants you to dominate him, in the moment your brain shuts off and you find that you wish you had a camera, wanting to commit the image to memory.

Instead, though, you find your hand just carding itself through his hair not pulling but allowing yourself to just feel it against your hand. Austin for his part takes it to mean that you want him closer to you and he ends up just nuzzling at your thigh while looking up at you. "Can I touch you instead, ma'am?"

His question is almost to quiet to hear but you do and it causes a smile form on your face before you crouch down and hold his chin, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "You can, but how about we take this to the bedroom?"

His answering grin was such a marvel you swear if you weren't already in love with him you'd have fallen right there.

And so it went that way with the pair of you exploring in ways you didn't think were possible. It was exhilarating to say the least, watching Austin fall apart beneath you, taking care of him and exploring this goddamn lace kink that the film had given him. It's not hard to get him into some lace shirt for a photoshoot or for an interview but you haven't had nearly as much luck getting him into a pair of lace underwear outside your home. That is until Austin surprised you one night a few weeks before the Met Gala was supposed to happen.

"I want to try it." He states with zero context with his head on your chest in bed after a particularly interesting session involving a strap on, an ascot stolen from the Elvis set and edging.

"Try what? I know I'm not- I know I'm not your domme in this moment but, angel, you've got to provide me with more than the word it."

"The-" He bites his lip before exhaling the next words. "Underwear. The lace underwear."

You have to stop yourself from grinning at the idea. He needs your reassurance and you need to know the details. "Okay sweetheart. When do you want to do this?"

There's a long pause before Austin answers and when he does you can tell he's thought long and hard about it. "The Met Gala. I need something to ground me."

"Got it. Well, I think we can arrange that. Too tired to help me pick it out right now?"

His eyes meet yours and are so full of love that you forget to breathe for a moment. "No, I might have saved some on my phone already."

In the end you two settle on a red pair that came hilariously with a matching bra that you had to buy just so you could wear it. It also happens to vibrate which wasn't a new thing you and him were trying but truth be told you hadn't expect him to even want to try it for his first time outside and yet even now he manages to surprise you.

The ride to the Met is surprisingly short but it allows you to place just a bit of your own lip gloss on Austin's lip, a small attempt to get him to not bite his lips in every single picture. You kiss him on the cheek before grabbing his hand. "You remember the safe word, right? And you remember you can use it at any time while we're here?"

His eyes narrow before he rolls his eyes, earning a light slap to his thigh from you. "Yeah, I remember. I know. It's Snowman, use it if I'm too overwhelmed. I got it the first 15 times we covered it." He paused before adding on one word. "Ma'am."

You aren't expecting to hear your title just yet but you feel a twist in your stomach at it. It's not a bad twist, just unexpected and you take that moment to palm Austin through his pants as you turn on the vibration. Your eyes study him for a reaction and are blessed with a slight full body shiver and an inhale as he looks at you with blue eyes that look like they have just a little more pupil than before. It brings a thrill to you and you can't help but smirk.

"Now, are you going to ruin your underwear, Austin? That not what good boys do when they get a treat like this. It makes me think you don't deserve to wear them." You say, backing away and taking your hand off of his clothed cock. "Remember, we paid good money for this and Prada did such a good job on dressing you. It'd be a shame for my sweet boy to make a mess of himself. I'd be so disappointed in him."

"I'll be good, I promise. You know I can-" He stops as the car stops telling him that they've arrives. "I'll show you I deserved this, ma'am. You know I'm a good boy."

You give him a quick peck on the lips before grabbing your purse and the remote, "Yeah, but sometimes you're a bit of a brat. Come on darling, let's go show off."

Well, he gets to show off, you might have been his plus one and been able to mingle with people you couldn't dream of mingling with before but you're not the one the cameras care about. A shame considering you had managed a nice ensemble that for your budget you felt fit the theme better than about half of the attendees. There's a moment when he's taking pictures with Priscilla Presley that has you so delighted to see how much composure he has that once he moves away from her you decide its time to up the ante so to speak. You know Austin well enough that you think he can handle the vibration being turned up to its second level.

You are not prepared for how he freezes in front of what you think might be a reporter and how his hands go to his pockets to ever so subtly adjust himself. You can feel the way that seeing him react like that causes you to become just a bit wetter than you already were. You knew you should have worn your own underwear but silk showed everything when it was this tight and honestly you might have wanted to give Austin easier access for later.

His voice sounds- well it sounds hilarious when he says Prada dressed him tonight and you have to stifle your laugh. He looks up at the snort you let out and it takes every bit of your self control not to say something when you look at his eyes. The blue you so very much love is almost completely overtaken by the black of his pupils and while you are in control here, you can't help the way your thighs clench and rub together just slightly. A move that Austin's eyes zero in on and he bites his lower lip hard before turning to face another journalist.

Red carpet time is strange for you and you're not sure if 5 minutes or 500 have passed before you feel Austin's arm wrap around your waist and feel his breath on your neck as he leans in to whisper. "Mama. Ma'am. I need to come. I- it keeps brushing against the tip. I keep feeling it vibrate and the- lace feels so- I'm not wearing a cock ring. I don't- I can't do this. I need to come, I know you said I couldn't because it's Prada but please."

You let out low hum that you mean to sound similar to the noise you make when you're disappointed but you know just a bit of your own pleasure at seeing him ready this wrecked leaks through. A response is on your lips before he gives you a kiss and turns you both away from the cameras.

"I want to be your good boy, I want you to be able to show me off and be proud of me because I did this and I'm out of my own head and you're such a good domme to me. You deserve-"

Your eyes flicker to a camera Austin missed and you allow them to take a pic of the two of you talking before you respond very simply. "You're doing great, baby boy. Couldn't have asked for a better sub right now, but I think you can do even better. Can you last ten more minutes, baby? Then we'll be away from the cameras and you can show your mistress just how good you are. And you can get your reward. That sound alright?"

His breath comes in quick pants for a few seconds before he answers. "Sno- yes, ma'am it does."

There is a moment where you stare at him waiting for one more confirmation before you agree to the terms and you get it in the form of him nodding his head shakily and him letting his legs fall open just a tad.

The last ten minutes of the carpet are painful for both you and Austin. His body is a bit more tense than you feel comfortable seeing and your thighs are really making you regret not wearing any underwear. You're about to pull Austin away and tell him it's alright before he ends up beating you to the punch, taking one final picture before ushering the pair of you inside to the nearest large bathroom and locking the door.

It's not unwelcome what he does but it's partially against your rule at this moment. Your eyebrow quirks up and you tilt your head before grabbing his hands and putting them above his head as you lean against him. "Good boys show more patience. You've been so very good so far and now you're so desperate for me that you can't wait for me to touch? Austin, my sweet boy, my good boy-"

He cuts you off by managing to get his hands out from under yours and sinking to the floor. His head goes to your thigh and you can feel his hands moving to the bottom of your dress trying to find a way to lift it up or pull it up without wrecking it.

It's only because your hearing is very aware of Austin at most points in time that you hear his muttering against the fabric of your dress and what you hear almost makes you weak at the knees.

"I'm sorry, I'll eat you out, I'll make you come so hard you see stars, ma'am please just let me come I'll make up my mistake." His breathing is a little faster than you like hearing and you're about to say Snowman yourself before you use your hand to tilt his chin up so that he's looking at you.

"Aus." You say before giving him a quick kiss. "You've been so good for mama. I can forgive this just this once. Come here and get your reward."

Your hands move to undo his belt once he stands up and within about a minute you make quick work of it and his pants, pulling them down to expose his lace covered cock to the open air. It looks painful and you can see that his precome has practically ruined the fabric but even so you can't help the intake of breath that happens at the sight of it. You look at his eyes that are all pupil and looking minorly glazed over before your hand wraps around his cock and gives it an experimental tug.

"Y/N, ma'am, I- I can take them off so we can-" You use your hand that had just been on his cock to silence him for a second before you shake your head.

"Just push them to the side baby. Let mama feel the vibration too."

He nods, allowing himself to push the underwear to the side. His cock springs free looking almost painful with how hard it is. Your eyes settle on it before you move close enough to Austin that he can lift you up. You put his hands on your upper thighs, hoping he can get the hint.

He does, thankfully and you find yourself being lifted up and placed onto a counter before Austin enters you quietly. He knows that you two need to be quiet but it's so hard for him that he's biting his lower lip so hard you swear it's going to bleed. You've haven't given him permission to kiss you yet though so he knows what he's supposed to do. Still, he's been so good today that you can't help but start to kiss his neck sucking a small hickey onto it.

"You can kiss me, baby. You've been such a good boy, you deserve a full reward-" You're cut off with an almost violent kiss as Austin practically attacks your mouth, biting at your lower lip and playing with your tongue with his own. You can hear him groan into the kiss and it makes your cunt clench around his cock as his thrusts start to become deep enough that they knock the wind out of you. He still hasn't come despite the vibration and the feeling of your cunt around him and it honestly boggles your mind. He really was being good for you but you can feel the way his arms are tensing with the effort of stopping himself from coming. He has to ask though, even if you want to tell him that he has permission it's always been your rule that you abide by no matter what. It doesn't take long before you hear Austin's trembling voice pipe up.

"Ma'am, may I please come now? I've been good for you and I didn't make a mess of myself. Left that for you to do."

You want to tell him to wait, tell him that you want to come first before he can but he's right he had been good for you and well his mouth could do what his cock couldn't in this case. Besides you always have liked covering his face in your juices.

You nod scratching ever so lightly on his clothed back. "Only if you eat me out afterwards. Because I know like everything else my baby boy is so good at that."

In any other circumstance you know Austin would have smirked at what you said but in the moment all you could see was your boyfriend losing himself in his pleasure, his head thrown back and the quietest of moans escaping his mouth. It has your cunt clenching around his sofening cock and for the briefest of moments you think there is a possibility you aren't going to need to have him eat you out. When he pulls out you realizes you still haven't come to despite honestly honestly what feels like an obscene amount of liquid coating his cock and your thighs. Your cunt twitches trying to feel something only to come up with nothing and you can't help the groan of sheer distress that escapes you.

Austin for his part looks thoroughly fucked out, his hair still relatively what's together but his eyes blown and his chest still heaving. But at your groan he looks up and realizes he still hasn't fulfilled his end of the bargain.

You want to tell him he doesn't have to because at this point you're not entirely sure he can you rarely seen him experience this much of a drop already but he pushes away your hand as it the tries to push him away and he sinks down to the floor. His face is eye level with your pussy for a moment as he just stares taking in the sight as if when he looks away it will disappear. For not the first time tonight or in your entire relationship you're struck by just how much this man loves you. It twists at your heart and you want to kiss him in this moment but you're not entirely sure if he wants you to so you hold back. After he stares for his perhaps minute or he takes his fingers and just traces the outline of your lips. As he does he sees a bit of his come leaking out of you and you think is what spurred him on because once he sees that and touches it he ends up burying his face in between your legs.

You don't even get a single warning before you feel his tongue against your clit and you have to bite on your lip knowing fully well you want to scream. He's relentless with his tongue against your clit and his lips sucking it. You want to hold it back you want to make this last but his tongue and the sensation of his fingers trust curling inside your cunt cause you hands go to his hair and you know his publicist is going to kill you because it's going to look so fucked out but you can't help it you need something to ground you because otherwise you're not one hundred percent sure you're not going to fly away. He backs you into the countertop since you had stood back up at one point and you hop on with an ease you didn't think was actually possible considering how your legs are shaking but when you get on that countertop he continues his assault and your thighs clench around his head causing him to growl against your cunt. That's when you lose it, you don't even have time to warn him before you come harder than you swear you have in years. He hadn't been wrong when he said he'd make you come so hard you see stars and you find yourself actually shaking a bit once you come down from your high.

When you open your eyes you see Austin leaning back on his knees his stubble and his lips glistening in the light. You open your mouth to say something before he beats you to it. "You squirted."

"Oh. I-" You pause actually feeling a bit shy for once. "My bad, I don't remember the last time I did."

Austin looks up at you through his eyelashes and has the audacity to smirk before letting out a soft chuckle. "Ma'am, you did say you were gonna make a mess of me if I was a good boy. I'm not complaining."

"Brat." You laugh while grabbing a towel from the counter top. "Now what do you say about me cleaning us both up and going back out there. I hate for your publicist to murder me."

"That's fine. I think right now I would honestly do anything you want me to do with or without calling you my domme, Y/N." He whispers, his eyes shutting just a little bit.

"I know and that's what makes you such a good boy when you are my sub." You murmur as you wet the towel with the water from the sink, wiping off your cum from his face- or at least what he hasn't already licked off from his lips. Once you're finished there your hand and the towel start on his cock. He hisses still sensitive from coming and the vibrations still present and you kiss the top of his head. "I'll turn that off in a second. But you did do good my sweet boy. Such a good boy for mama."

Once you're finished you hold out your hand to have Austin pull on to stand up which he takes gladly. His eyes are hooded but he manages to look up and focus on your face. "Thank you."

You busy yourself pulling up his pants and making sure he's all put back together before you say anything in response. "You're welcome. Let's go back outside so that you can show off and when we get home I think a bath for the two of us in order. I'll even wash your hair."

"Mmhmm." Austin hums before nuzzling at your neck and placing a small kiss there. "I love you."

"I love you too." You whisper as you unlock the door and drag both you and Austin back to the real world.

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Renew (Reunion Part 2) | Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

A funeral, the service, and new beginnings.

a/n: oof this took a little longer than I planned! So sorry for the wait y’all, I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: a couple swear words, death of a family member, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

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It was one day. The one day you hadn’t gone over to try to keep her company, distract the two of you from your worry over Elvis. And now here you were at Gladys’s funeral trying not to let the guilt eat you alive (you knew that she was sick, that there was nothing you could have done, but that didn’t stop you from wondering what if?) with the Colonel hassling you about the press and reporters outside. Couldn’t he see that not a single one of you wanted anything to do with that?

Vernon largely ignored the Colonel. He turned to you, his tear-stained face matching your own as you sat beside your parents.

“Y/N, could you… do you think you could talk to Elvis? I’ve… I’ve tried, but I just can’t—“ he breaks off with a sob, collapsing into a chair. You rise from your parents’ side.

“Of course, Mr. Presley, anything I can do to help,” you say softly. You step by him with a squeeze of his hand and leave in search of your boyfriend. Of course Vernon had tried talking to him earlier, but his own grief made it difficult for him to truly help now.

“Elvis?” you knock quietly as you open the door to his mama’s closet, still scented with her perfume. Your heart shatters as you take in the scene of Elvis clinging to her favorite dresses, blue eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. “Oh, sweetheart,” your voice breaks as you kneel down next to him, gently wiping away his tears. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him to your chest, and press a kiss to his head. There’s nothing you can say to ease his grief, but you can at least make sure he’s not alone.

The Colonel enters quietly, mumbling.

“My boy, your daddy is doing the best he knows how, but… he is overwhelmed. He needs your help out there.”

You frown, but are returned to the present moment as Elvis shakes his head and sobs against you, “I just wanna stay here forever.”

“I know there is nothing I can say to ease your pain. Miss Y/N’s, too.” The Colonel says, gently working the two of you up from the floor of the closet. “Nothing can replace her. But I promise, from this moment on, anything she would have done, I will do. I will carry it out in her name. While you are overseas, I will stay here at home with your papa and Miss Y/N, and I will work, and I will worry. Now,” He looks into Elvis’s eyes, “Go with Miss Y/N and be with your papa, your family and friends. Comfort them, comfort your fans, even, and let them comfort you. Because if you don’t do that, then all your mama has sacrificed for you will be for nothing.”

Elvis steps away from you briefly, still clinging to your hand, to throw an arm around the Colonel and pull him in for a hug.

“No matter what happens,” he sobs, “you’ll stay with me through thick and thin, okay? You’re like a… like a father to me.”

The shock that crosses the Colonel’s face also flashes on yours for a brief moment before he returns the hug, releasing him quickly to usher the two of you downstairs to the reporters.

•••

Elvis throws himself into his work, recording a plethora of songs to be released while he’s away. He lets Uncle Sam cut his hair again and ships off to Germany not long after the funeral. He repeats the same vow he made to you word-for-word, “ain’t nothin’ gonna get in the way of us,” before he ships out, leaving you yet again with a lingering kiss and a promise to write to you.

And write he does. You quickly accumulate a stack of letters detailing his time in Germany, the friends he’s made (apparently he’s become friends with some captain’s daughter, Priscilla? He assures you every time he mentions her that it’s strictly platonic — she’s only 14, more of a little sister to him than anything, and nothing could possibly compare to you— but while she’s a bit young, he’s sure you two would get along swell), and he never fails to mention how he longs to see you again. You write him back just as frequently, telling him about your new job at the bookstore (the convenience store got a bit boring, and you’d always loved books) and keeping him updated on both of your families.

•••

1960

Two years pass by somehow in the blink of an eye, and Elvis is finally home. He races to you the second he gets off the train, ignoring the crowd of fans and press around him, and sweeps you up into his arms, twirling you around, whispering in your ear how much he missed you.

“I missed you too, honey,” you whisper back, tears brimming in your eyes.

He sets you gently back on the ground and pulls you in for a searing yet gentle kiss, a kiss the two of you have been waiting for for two very long years. He pulls away reluctantly and turns to his father, your parents, and finally the Colonel for a hug.

“Good to see you, my boy! I have news for when we get back home, hm? But for now…” the Colonel gestures to the crowd of fans with a toothy grin, “don’t want to keep these lovely people waiting too long, do we?”

Elvis nods, turning with that bright, handsome smile. He signs a few things for the lucky few that are within reach, and answers some questions from the reporters clamoring to get his attention. He’s back with you in the car as soon as he finds an appropriate time to escape.

“I missed you,” he says between kisses as the pink Cadillac heads off for Graceland, “so goddamn much, I’m never letting you outta my sight again.”

You giggle against his lips, squeezing his hands tight, savoring the feeling of him actually being here, “I don’t plan on leaving your sight anytime soon, baby,” you assure him. “Now, I know you already wrote to me, but it’s not nearly the same as hearing your voice so,” you say with a smile, “I wanna hear everything.”

He regales you with tales of his time in Germany on the drive back to Graceland, telling you about Priscilla again (“You two’d be like peas in a pod, darlin’, I swear she’s like the little sister you never had”) and explaining the several stops he had to make on the train ride from New Jersey to Tennessee to appease the fans waiting for him along the way.

Upon your arrival, the Colonel is quick to gather you all in the living room to announce his big news.

“Movies, my boy!” he beams, “You are going to have a role in a new 20th Century Fox film!”

Elvis’s eyes go wide, “I’m… I’m gonna be an actor?” he says in disbelief.

“That you are, my boy, that you are.” The Colonel smiles, patting him on the shoulder. “Now,” he says, suddenly all business, “filming starts soon, so we will need you to move to Los Angeles as soon as possible…”

Up in Elvis’s room, sitting next to him on his bed, you blink as your boyfriend excitedly explains the Colonel’s plan to you again— you were in such shock that it was a bit fuzzy to you the first time.

“And darlin’,” he intertwines your fingers with his, “I don’t wanna do this without you. Will you come with me? To Hollywood? It’ll be so much fun, I promise, we’ll have a big house all to ourselves, and—“

You cut him off. “What? Live together? But… Elvis, baby, we’re… well, we’re not married,” you say nervously, “People might talk.”

“I mean…” he starts quietly, his thumb stroking the back of your hand, “We could be. Y’know, uh… someday.”

“Elvis Presley,” you blink in shock, blushing, “are you saying you might wanna marry me?”

“Well, yeah,” he drawls softly, “I guess I am. Not right now,” he says quickly at the nervous look still on your face, “that might be a little fast, but.. yeah. Someday.”

You think for a moment, resting your head against his shoulder. “Well,” you finally say, smiling, “Y/N Presley could have a bit of a ring to it, I guess. Someday.”

•••

The decision to go with Elvis is an easy one for you. For your parents? Not so much.

“It’s not that we don’t trust you, sweetheart,” your mother says for about the fifth time during this very long conversation. You knew your parents would be hesitant to let you leave but goodness this was a bit much. “We know that you’re an adult and you can make your own decisions. It’s just…” your mother trails off, your father picking up her sentence as he says “We don’t know what people out there are like, Y/N. Now, I don’t particularly like the thought of you being so far away with only a boy for company—“

“Daddy!” You cut him off, “I've known Elvis for practically my whole life, and so have you and Momma. You know he’s a good man, he won’t let anything happen to me. And his father and the Colonel will be there, too, it’s not like it’ll be just the two of us all the time.”

“Sir, you know I’d drop dead on the spot before I let anything happen to your daughter,” Elvis interjects. “I know she means the world to you and, well, she does to me, too.” He says, looking over at you with soft eyes.

Your father looks Elvis up and down, and gestures over to his office, “Let’s you and me have a talk, Elvis.”

You’re not quite sure what goes on during that conversation in the office, but by the end of it (with lots of promises from you to come visit as often as you can, and about a hundred promises from Elvis repeating that he’d drop dead before he let anyone or anything touch a single hair on your head) your parents have agreed to let you go with him.

•••

The two of you, along with his father and the Colonel, find a place in LA and one in Palm Springs big enough for the three of you, the Colonel finding his own not-so-small apartment nearby.

Your boyfriend’s first few roles are in movie musicals, not the dramatic roles he’d always aspired to, but he was happy just the same.

“The Colonel says the dramatic roles are somethin’ I can work towards,” he tells you, “but the singin’ ones are gonna help me get my foot in the door. Just you wait darlin’,” he says with a wink, “soon I’ll be just like Jimmy Dean.”

You and Elvis spend the rare days he’s not working on a film or soundtrack exploring the city, one day even going up to the Hollywood sign. After several years of living there, the sign becomes a place for the two of you to go if you ever need a break, and the view takes your breath away every time.

“I’ll race ya,” he proposes one day as you begin the trek up to the giant white letters.

You laugh, “What? Race me?”

“Yeah,” he nudges your shoulder with a chuckle, “like back when we were kids. I bet I can beat ya there. Unless you’re scared?” He teases.

“Never, Presley,” you say with confidence, chin jutting out playfully.

“Alright then,” he replies, a sparkle in his eye, “Ready, set, go!”

The two of you sprint to the sign, Elvis falling behind slightly as you gain an easy lead.

You whoop as you reach the sign first, admiring the view for a few moments before turning to face him. Your taunt of “See, I knew I could still beat you!” dies on your lips as you take in the scene.

Elvis is right behind you on one knee, out of breath but still looking at you as if you’re his whole world. It’s as if, even with the whole of Hollywood laid out below him, he only has eyes for you. But what truly catches your attention is the sparkling diamond ring in his hand.

A hand claps over your mouth in shock and tears spring to your eyes as he takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

“Darlin’,” he says, drawl becoming thicker with every word, “you’ve been with me through so, so much these past few years, and honestly… I can’t imagine my life without you now. Truthfully, I don’t want to, because a life without you ain’t a life worth livin’, sweetheart.”

He gives you a sweet, nervous smile, earnestly looking in your eyes, “So, Y/N L/N, my best friend, love of my life… will you make me the happiest goddamn man in the universe and… will you marry me?”

You nod frantically, cupping his face and bringing it to your own in a kiss, “Yes, a thousand times yes, baby, of course I’ll marry you,” you say between kisses as tears of joy roll down your cheeks.

He beams, taking your left hand from where it’s cupping his cheek and slipping the sparkling band onto your ring finger, releasing it with a kiss to the back of your hand. He stands up, sweeping you into his arms and twirling you around just like he had the day he got back from Germany. He sets you down gently, as if you might break, and cups your face in one hand, stroking your cheek, as the other grips your left hand — the one now adorned with the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen in your life — and squeezes three times.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says quietly, a vow for only the two of you to hear.

Unable to form words as more tears of joy spring to your eyes, you pull him in for a sweet kiss, pouring every ounce of your love for him into it and assuring him more than words ever could that a life with you will be everything he’s ever dreamed of.

Part 3

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Well good news and this is the last of news until further notice. They mostly think its efc where a disc in her spinal cord has mineralized and the steroids will completely destroy and get rid of that. So we are mostly hopeful she will get better. Keep you updated

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Ignoring the hbo scooby doo show, my vision for a scooby doo show that my sister and I cranked out after watching 27 scooby movies in a frenzy last year, also centers Velma as a college student fascinated with proving or disproving the existence of the paranormal. Her and shaggy are both broke and operating out of Velma’s mom’s basement. Shaggy would be Velma’s high school friend who doesn’t go to Velma’s college but they’re still friends because velma hasn’t been making friends at college because of the commuting and the anxiety etc efc. And shaggy works at a skate shop and takes classes at community college and hangs out with scooby.

One day velma and shaggy and Scooby are visiting a haunt and they stumble upon Daphne and Fred who are at the same supposedly haunted house on a date, ghostly antics ensue, Fred and Daphne both want in on the paranormal investigation. They’re also both dumb rich kids, daphne recognizes velma from their chemistry class (Daphne’s studying materials science, Velma’s undeclared engineering) and Fred is the only one with his own car big enough to cart everyone around. He gets it custom painted after their like second group ghost hunt. He’s kind of lonely and really happy to be part of a group. Maybe he has some prep jock angst about how everyone wants him to play basketball but all he wants is to make horror movies but he’s really bad at it. Haven’t thought him all the way through yet.

Some gags are that daphne and Fred have a warped concept of money, Daphne’s allowance gets cut down to 2k a month and Fred is wondering how she’s gonna get by, velma occasionally takes advantage of this to get them to cover the cost of their ghost hunting gear and then some, Fred is really into his car (yes that’s pulled directly from what’s new scooby doo, it works he’s a guy with a custom painted van) and plans out their ghost hunts with itineraries like a dad on a road trip.

#me talking #anyway you understand my vision #scooby doo

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procrastinating buying tickets to see hovvdy in april so badly but it probably wont sell out bc theyre not that huge so i can wait ig but im so indecisive when it comes to buyinf things for myself or doing smth i want to do but i second guess it and wonder if its worth it efc etc wtc also dont want to spend money bur i shld just do it im being stingyy idk. Lol idek. and then i get stressed cuz its right before finals kinda so idk i mean i dont have annything due immediately around the day nd its on a saturday so i could go i think unless smth comes up but im anxious and also why am i so indecisive abt doing smth i probably will not regret and will enjoy bc its inherently smth enjoyable to go out and do smth and a new experience buf i cant make up my mind abt anythingg. yesss

#like they r so good livr why am i swcond guessing whether i shld go or not idk i always like watching their concert vids too </3

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Great news! I got accepted to my top choice college and I accepted the offer of admission!

They just sent me my financial aid offer letter!

It's $6,000 of unsubsidized loans for a 19,000 semester.

The problem is that in 2019 I had a fuckload of unsustainable overtime, and it led to a surprisingly high income that year. That's the year they are using to estimate my EFC. I no longer have that job, I have no income and I'm disabled. They think my EFC is 12k

Anybody got tips on saying "please give me money I am extremely fucking poor and I have to beg on the internet for medical supplies"?

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