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fxntxsix · 2 years

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The Agreement (Austin Butler x Producer!Reader)

Okiiii here we go - my first smut. This was an experience whew. Okay, a few things. Firstly, I’ve chosen to fuck around with the age timeline here a bit. So, although I don’t mention it directly Austin is 30 here. Also, this has the potential to have a few more parts, not many, but a few so let me know if you’d be interested. Ans yes, yes I do suck at making GIFs but it is what it is. I need to extend my gratitude to @eu-whoria for all the smut writing tips thank yewwwww. Also, special mention to @presleysnotes my new bestie, here’s your homework reward.

Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT NUT!!! swearing, smoking, drinking, sub!Austin x dom!reader, morally grey subject matter, tiny bit of blood, handcuffs, blindfold, mentions of Brad Pitt (I think that’s it please let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 3806

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Austin knew it was wrong, but he had been desperate. After dedicating basically his entire life to acting and still not catching a big break, he felt helpless. So, he did whatever it took to propel his career to stardom. He knew he was talented, hardworking and attractive, he just needed the right connection. It just so happened that you were that right connection.

Three years after your initial meeting, he was finally posing on the Cannes red carpet for the ‘Elvis’ premier. With you next to him.

Three Years Ago

It had been a long and gruelling day for you and it was only 5:30 in the evening. As a producer at Warner Bros., you spent the majority of your days in meetings with old men (they preferred the term ‘investors’ apparently) who thought you were nothing more than a pretty face although you had proven them wrong repeatedly by putting out blockbuster after blockbuster. You were a businesswoman, one at the top of her fucking game.

Today, you had spent the last two hours in a conference room trying to work through details for an upcoming Elvis biopic. The project had been approved by the higher ups and you were given free reign for the creative as well as business decisions for the film. But the ‘investors’ were under a misguided impression that they had a say in any of these decisions. The only thing they had agreed on so far was the involvement of Baz Luhrmann as the director. Other than that, all your ideas for the script, cast, crew, promo structure etc. were met with push back and bogus objections.

Your patience and sanity were hanging by a thread so naturally you lost it when your secretary decided to barge in and let you know that you were getting late for a social appointment, “Goddamn it, Jack! How many times have I told you not to disturb me during a meeting unless someone was fucking dying. Get out of my sight before I throw something at you.”

Okay so you had a temper, but you had earned it. You had worked your ass of since you were 19 to reach where you were. It paid off too, you were Warner Bros.’ youngest producer at only 26. Anyway, as Jack scurried out of the room you decided to remind the ‘investors’ who was really in charge.

You put your hands on the conference table to lean forward and say very quietly, “Now, I want to make sure everyone understands this - I don’t give a rat’s ass about who you are or how you reached this table but I know my job better than anyone else in this industry. I make the decisions here, not you. Everything I tell you from here on out about this project is just me being courteous and it is most definitely not up for two hour long discussions. Is that fucking clear?”

You stared them down as some of them slowly gulped and others nodded their heads. You straightened up and walked out of the room, oozing with confidence. When you got closer to your office, you caught site of Jack sniffling and dabbing his eyes. You rolled your eyes at the unprofessional display of sensitivity. I mean you weren’t even that mean.

“Make sure the car is ready to leave in 20 and for God’s sake clean yourself up.”

Being one of the most influential people at Warner Bros. came with a few advantages. Such as having a stretch limo at your disposal, an en suite bathroom in your office and also a personal stylist made available to you for social events like the one you were currently headed to. Your stylist, Marie, was more like you in the sense that she was one of the few capable people around who knew their job and stuck to it. This helped create a bond between the two of you, despite an age gap of almost a decade. Tonight, she chose to put you in a dress that made you feel so confident that you remember thinking to yourself, “Woah, I’d fuck me.”

Today’s social event was less of an ‘event’ and more of a party being hosted by your dear friend, Brad Pitt. He was currently in the pre-production phase of the new Quentin Tarantino film, a role he got after he asked you to call up Quentin and make a recommendation. It was just simple business.

When you finally reached his house and rung the bell, the door swung open to a slightly wobbly Brad, “Y/NNNNN! So glad you could make it. Come on in, I’ve got some people who’ve been dying to meet ya.” So, he took you around the room and introduced you as ‘the big shot producer.’ You watched people’s expression change from disinterest to admiration.

It was common for people to change their behaviour around you in the hopes that you would take notice and cast them in one of your films. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the special treatment. It made you feel powerful and in control.

“You’re an awful host, Pitt. I’ve been here for like 20 minutes now and you haven’t even offered me a drink, yet. I am seriously not in the mood for anymore work talk for the rest of the night. It’s been a long day as it is.”

“Oh shit, sorry, my bad. But you just gotta meet one last person then you can get as wasted as you want. Y/N this kid’s work ethic is fucking insane and he has so much raw talent. He got me kinda jealous for a minute but I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him. He’s gonna be working on the new Quentin Tarantino.” His eyes scanned the room for only a second before raising his hand and yelling, “Yo Butler! Austin! Come here a second.”

You watched the head of jet black hair perk up and turn around. The closer he came, the more you realised that you had never seen a man as beautiful as him. He belonged in a fucking art museum. But, you had a reputation to maintain, so instead of blushing when you made eye contact with his electric blue eyes, you stood up with you head high. You made sure your dress was fanned out to show the thigh high slit and arched your back just a little to do your boobs a favour.

“Mr. Pitt,” he gave Brad a firm handshake, “Fantastic party, sir.”

In that moment, you were sure you had experienced your first ever eargasm.

“How many times do I gotta tell ya to just call me ‘Brad.’ Anyway, it’s alright you’ll get it right someday.” You watched the brunette’s eyes sparkle like a fucking Disney prince when he smiled at Brad’s comment. “I’d like to introduce you to Y/N L/N. She’s the producer at Warner and I believe she’s had a long day so get her a drink, kid.”

You had extended your hand for a handshake but he tenderly brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles - all gentlemen like, “Austin Butler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Something absolutely feral stirred in you at the title he had used.

You were quick to pull your hand back and say, “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

His cheeks flushed with the most enchanting blush you had ever seen. Your mind immediately thought about how that pretty pink colour would probably extend to his chest as you ride hi-

“What would you like to drink?” You could have imagined it, but you thought you saw his eyes flick down to your wine coloured lips for a brief moment. Once you told him what you wanted, he walked away from you to get it and you found yourself ogling his ass in those dress pants. As he walked back to you with the drinks in his hand, you could feel his eyes drinking you in from head to toe and this time you knew you hadn’t imagined it.

After a few minutes of small talk and drinking you could finally feel the stress of the day catching up with you and the knots in you shoulder screamed for a cigarette. “I’m just going to step out for a quick smoke,” you announced.

“Let me get you another drink and I’ll join you...i-if that’s okay I mean?” he fumbled over his words. You nodded your head to indicate that it was, in fact, okay.

You slipped out into the empty balcony and opened your clutch finding your cigarette pack. You took one out and put it between your lips and started looking for a lighter but you couldn’t see it. For fuck’s sake, you were going to strangle Jack, he was responsible for prepping your clutch.

Just when you were about to give up, you heard a click and looked up. Austin stood in front of you with his lighter flared up and said in his velvety low voice, “Allow me, ma’am.” So you took a step closer to him, perhaps closer than you need to be, and leaned in cupping the flame with your hand as you stayed still for a second to let the tip of the cigarette catch the flame. Then, you took a long drag and tilted your head up so that you would exhale the smoke right at him.

You heard his breath get caught in his chest. You smirked to yourself and it was only when you walked away that he exhaled. You leaned over the railing with your drink and cigarette in hand as Austin lit up his own cigarette. He walked over and leaned next to you. Close enough that both of your upper arms were touching.

You took another drag and asked, “So, tell me Austin, why is it that I have never heard of you before?”

He was taken aback for a second, then chuckled and explained his entire career trajectory - right from his humble Disney beginnings to the latest Tarantino role. You noticed that the calibur of his roles had only increased with time but he hadn’t quite gotten to the big break. Maybe it was about time for that, you thought to yourself.

“I just feel like I’m stuck you know? Of course, I’m very grateful for everything I’ve been able to do so far but it just hasn’t been what I want it to be. It seems like such a waste but somewhere, deep down, I know that given the opportunity, I can be great.” Although he wasn’t looking at you, there was a dangerous gleam evident in his eyes. Almost like a hunger. But, it only lasted a second before he cracked a charming smile and changed the topic, returning to his formal tone, “Anyway, forget about it. I know you don’t want to talk about work tonight, ma’am.”

“You know, I think you’re older than me. You shouldn’t be calling me that,”

“Really? How old are you?”

“26″

He let out a low whistle, “Wow, you must be one of the youngest producers around.”

“The youngest ever at Warner.”

“And that’s why I will continue to call you that. It ain’t about the age. You’ve earned the respect...ma’am.”

He was still looking at the view rather than at you and something in you fluttered at his acknowledgement of your hard work. You started looking at his side profile attentively. The strong jaw, the high cheek bones, the pouty pink lips. He was star material, in fact, you were surprised that he hadn’t been picked up yet.

Suddenly, in your mildly inebriated state a thought crossed your mind and before you could stop yourself you were dragging your perfectly manicured finger across his cheek to turn his head to you, “You’re right, Austin. You can be great. I’m going to make you greater than you could ever dream. But only if you and I could come to an agreement.”

“Wh-what kind of agreement, ma’am?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you decided to just show him instead. You leaned up and give him a chaste lingering kiss. You felt him pull back so he could look into your eyes. Confident as ever, you held his gaze and could see the gears turning behind those dazzling blues that shone despite the low lighting of the party.

A beat later, he had moved so that your body was trapped between his and the balcony railing. One of his, rather large, hands was on your hip and the other was on your cheek pulling your lips to his.

This kiss was different. It was desperate and hungry, almost like he was trying to show you his ambition through the kiss. But it wasn’t messy, it was slow, deep, calculated. The hand on your hip had travelled down to give your ass a harsh squeeze. A little yelp parted your lips and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and massage yours with it.

It looked like you were losing a dominance battle and you felt the need to take back some control. You moved one of your hands to give his hair a sharp tug. He let out a sinful moan against your lips and you felt him roll his hips against you. You pulled again, this time to break the kiss. You were both panting like dogs and you said, “We’re leaving.” He nodded enthusiastically.

Soon enough you guys were in the back of your stretch limo. You told the driver to take you home and put the partition between him and you up. Immediately, Austin’s hands were on you and they were everywhere. The long and deep kisses had turned into quick pecks on your lips, cheek, jaw and neck till he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his thigh. He sucked on that spot hard enough to make you mewl. You carded your hand through his hair and heard him suck in a breath.

“You like when I play with your hair, baby?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You made sure to keep that in mind for later at night. You dragged your hand from his thigh to the bulge in his pants. You just ran your fingertips over it and felt the car lurch to a stop. You were both out of the car in a flash.

The elevator ride to your penthouse was spent making out like you were a bunch of horny teenagers. Once you were finally in your house, both of you kicked off your shoes and he looked like he was ready to attack you again. But before he could you put a hand on his chest.

“Woah boy, slow down there. We have all night. Take off your jacket and go sit on that couch. Oh, and don’t touch yourself till I’m back.”

He nodded and fast walked to the couch. Meanwhile, you sauntered over to your room and took off your dress, adjusting your lingerie underneath, silently thanking Marie for making you wear Victoria’s Secret tonight.

You opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a few things to take with you to the living room.

You found him sitting in his all black glory, a wonderful contrast against your white couch, his legs spread, arms splayed against the back of the couch and his face was turned up to the ceiling with his eyes closed. He heard the clicking of your heels and opened his eyes.

He whispered, “Fuck,” and brought one of his hands up to tug his lower lip between his thumb and index finger. He took in the swell of your breasts and ass, feeling desperate to take the curves in his hands but, at the same time, he felt like he couldn’t move without your permission. He noticed a few things that you brought from the room kept on the coffee table.

“Did you touch yourself, baby?”

“No ma’am”

“Good boy”

Austin felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had always been the dominant one during sex with past partners. This time he felt completely at your mercy and he was loving every second of it.

You straddled his hips and kissed him, hard. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting it, tugging at it so that when you let it go it made a ‘pop’ sound. You smiled to yourself when you saw the little bit of blood where you had bit his lip. You kissed him again, making sure to lick up the blood, and you felt him buck his hips up over and over again. He let out a couple of heavenly whines to let you know how bad he wanted you.

“Pleaaaase,” he whined.

“Please what baby?”

“Please need more ma’am,” bucking his hips again.

“Aw come on you can beg better than that.”

“Please please please. Need to be in you so bad, ma’am. Want you to own me, please ma’am.”

“Oh, I own you alright,” you ripped his shirt open and heard the clatter of buttons flying everywhere.

You were very slowly, almost negligibly, moving your hips in circles against him. You put your mouth next to his ear, licked the shell and said, “Now, you gotta tell me if at any point, any point at all, you want me to stop. Just the word and we’ll stop. Do you understand, baby boy?” He nodded again.

You sat back to look at his face, “No baby, I need to hear you say it.”

Your index finger ran from his bottom lip, down his chin and your nail lightly scratched his Adam’s apple. As soon as you did that, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, indicating that he swallowed harshly, “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Such a good boy. Put your arms behind your back.”

You pick up the silver metal handcuffs you had brought from the room and cuffed his wrists together. Then you picked up the black satin scarf from the same place, carefully folding it and tying it around his eyes as a blindfold. You felt his breathing pick up. You stood up from his lap and took in the delectable sight before you. Only wearing his black dress pants, chest heaving up and down, blindfolded, handcuffed and waiting for you.

You get down on your knees, between his legs and keep your palms on his knees. You shift a little and nuzzle your nose against his straining cock. His hips shoot up, making you smile. You decided to let him catch a break and took his pants and boxers off, discarding them to the side. His hard dick sprung up against his stomach, precum already leaking from the red tip. You touched only the tip with your middle finger to pick up the liquid bead.

“Hnghhh aahh,”

You laughed at his reaction and cooed, “My poor baby, so desperate for me.”

You put the finger in your mouth and hummed at the taste. This time you wrapped your hand around his length and jerked him off as hard as you could. At this point he was basically screaming for you. His body thrashing around uncontrollably. The loss of sight and touch heightened every other sensation for him. But you wanted him to come while he was inside you so you stopped your actions. Grabbing the last item from the coffee table, a condom that you tore open and slid on his cock.

You stood up again and took your panties off. Once again, you straddled him and asked, “Ready?”

“Yes ma’am please wanna cum so bad.”

You lifted your hips and started taking him in inch by inch. His pink lips hung open and you just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing those lips. You had to take a second to adjust because, at this angle and with his size, he was so deep that you thought you could feel him in your gut.

You started out with grinding against him. However, as your pace got faster, your hands came up to his hair again and tugged them hard. His teeth were bared in a way that kind of reminded you of a wolf and he was grunting every time your hips came down. Soon enough you couldn’t stop the moans from tumbling out of your mouth.

“Please ma’am need to see you. Need to look at your pretty eyes to cum.”

Your hands went around his head and undid the blindfold. There they were, those blues that had turned a few shades darker because of the intense lust. He let out a high pitched moan as your pussy clenched around him. After a couple more minutes he had planted his feet firmly on the ground and began thrusting up into you as your hips came down. You had never felt pleasure like this.

It was your turn to let out a loud, “Aaaah God- fuck Austin so good. So fucking. Good. For me.” The last few words accentuated with rough thrusts.

“Fuck ma’am, I’m close so clo- fuck bout to bust. Ple-please let me come.”

You felt right on edge too and said, “Cum baby, cum for me. Only for me.”

His hips left the couch to thrust up into you for the last time as his back arched. His head fell against the back of the couch and you could see his abs twitch every few seconds as he released into the condom. The sounds that left him pushed you over, to your end. Your forehead came in contact with his muscled shoulder as both of you spent a couple of minutes just taking in as much oxygen as you could.

He broke the silence, “Wow”

You laughed and got off his lap, throwing away the condom and using the key to unlock the handcuffs. His wrists has turned an alarming red against his otherwise pale complexion so you gave each wrist a small peck.

“Does it hurt? Should I get some ice packs?”

“Oh no I’m alright.”

“And what about your lip? Are you okay? Was it too mu-”

He stood up and cupped your cheeks with his unfairly long fingers, “I’m alright I promise. It was mind blowing. Let’s just go to bed.” His eyes shifted down and he cockily added, “Your legs are shaking.”

“Shut up”

You led him to the bedroom and both of you got in the plush bed. He pulled you to him so your head was on his chest. You let out a yawn and said, “I’m taking you to the Warner offices tomorrow.”

Austin felt his heart drop but before he could even say anything you had drifted off to sleep.

So Part 2 anyone?

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powerofelvis · 2 years

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Smut with Austin y/n squirts for the time and it honestly embarrasses and sorta scares you. Your on the verge of embarrassed tears but austin is like that is the hottest thing you’ve ever done y/n

Oh man, this was a great scenario! I’m glad that I was able to write this out for you. I hope you like it, darlin’! I know that I did 😮‍💨😉 RUN ALONG CHILDREN, this is GROWN FOLK STUFF.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 704

Warning(s): Oral (f. receiving), Reader SQUIRTS, Reader gets embarrassed and cries, Austin being the sweetheart that he is consoles reader, it’s just a fluff sesh in this little drabble

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You weren’t sure how you had gotten to this point—moaning Austin’s name as he was in between your legs. You knew for sure that he wasn’t going to give up until you couldn’t take anymore. Austin had arrived home from his promotions of the Elvis movie, not saying a word. Instead, he was burying his face in your pussy, licking and nipping at your lower lips. You weren’t going to complain though, you were really happy that he was going to be home for a while before he had to leave again for his next movie. As you laid in the bed with your legs over his shoulders, your mind was only focused on the pleasure that he was making you feel. “Aus…Please..” You moaned out, tugging at his hair. He moaned out a reply, but your ears were ringing so loudly that you didn’t catch what he said.

Your heavy lidded eyes were watching his every move, wild with desire at him eating you out. This was much better than the pleasure you were forced to give yourself while he was away, only able to have phone sex or to masterbate with him over FaceTime. He was really in your shared bed, having his way with you. You were taken out of your thoughts as the coil in your stomach started to tighten. You were close, but with his actions of licking and nipping at your clit while his fingers were pumping into you, you were going to have a hard orgasm that would probably knock you down for the rest of the night. He could feel that you were close as well, his fingers scissoring inside of you as his tongue worked its magic on your pussy.

“I can’t…I can’t…” you stammered, gripping his hair tighter as your orgasm begin to build up. He moaned, sending vibrations through you, which allowed for your orgasm to speed up. “I’m-..” You yelled as you came hard. However, it wasn’t just a normal orgasm. You felt a squirt of warm fluid come out of your body, covering his face. You were so fucked out at that moment that you didn’t realize that you had indeed squirted in his face. He chuckled, pulling away, licking the squirt that was dripping off of his nose into his mouth. Your eyes opened, watching as his entire face was covered in your juices. “Oh my gosh, baby! I’m so sorry! That is so embarrassing!” You whimpered, pulling the sheets over your face in an attempt to hide yourself from the embarrassment of squirting in your boyfriend’s face.

Austin got up from the bed, walking into the bathroom where he washed his face off. He walked back into the room where you were still hiding in the sheets, sniffling. He held a warm washcloth in his hands, pulling the sheets off of your body. You were crying. You were embarrassed that it happened, but Austin thought it was the hottest thing that could have happened. “Hey baby, don’t cry. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He spoke quietly as he wiped your body off with the washcloth. He disposed of the washcloth into the laundry basket, climbing in the bed next to you. He pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

“This was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me, Aus.” You sighed, sniffling once again. You knew that you shouldn’t be crying over something like this, but you were so taken aback by the whole ordeal that you were just overwhelmed with emotions. “Baby, that was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. It means that I actually did something right.” He whispered, tilting your head up to look at him. He leaned down, meeting your lips with a soft kiss. “You should get some rest, baby. I’m sure that I blew your mind with that orgasm.” He said, pulling you down with him in the bed. “And don’t worry, I won’t ever judge you for squirting like that if you were to do that again. Which I’m hoping that you do, it turns me on.” He winked as he held you in his arms until you both fell asleep.

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meaganejoness · 1 year

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These new photos of Austin as Elvis!! I am still so obsessed with this movie. I love Austin, but I absolutely love Elvis! So thankful for Austin for portraying him so beautifully! ♥️😍

#elvis presley #singer #elvis fans #actor #music #elvisaaronpresley #elvis history #elvis the king #king of rock n roll #austin butler #austin #austin butler elvis #elvis movie #austin butler fans #elvis 2022 #austin butler as elvis #movies

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stargiirl27 · 2 years

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my favorite genre of man

#austin butler #hot men covered in blood is my favorite genre #austin butler fans #austin butler pics #austin butler fanfiction #the dead don't die

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ausssbutlershortstories · 1 month

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Hello Austin Fam, I wanted to come on here and show these.I am nervous but wanted to see what you guys think. I would really like to start and Etsy shop for Austin Butler merch and I thought calendars would be a great idea. These are what I made so far (may touch them up a little) but I wanted to get an opinion on what you all think ?

And I put two for December because idk if i want to do with or without snowflakes.

#austin butler #handsome #fandom #ausssbutlershortstories #austin butler edits #austin butler fans

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dre6ming · 27 days

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On set of Dune II

This part of “The delicate beginning rush” universe- whole series HERE

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: smut 18+, blow job, cursing, MINORS PLEASE BE AWARE

Word count: 2k

Plot: you want to surprise Austin on the set of dune 2 and he gets shy about his fight scenes, but that is all forgotten when you work your magic on him.

A/n: this was a request by someone and it was so exciting to write, if you have more, send them to me and I’ll get to them as soon as I can.

With my busy schedule I barely got my assistant to fit this surprise flight to Budapest, so I could visit Austin on set of Dune 2. We haven't seen each other in person in 5 weeks, filming taking all of our time, on opposite sides of the world. It's not easy and it definitely is not pleasant, but we aren't the first nor the last to go through long distance. I have a few days off, time which I should have spend in the studio with Taylor, who's working on her new album, but I could not stay any longer without seeing Aus.

"Y/n so nice to meet you in person, I'm Denis. I have to say, I look forward to some day working with you, you're amazing!" The director says, putting his hand forward for me to shake. I smile kindly at him and take his hand. "Oh that's so beautiful of you to say, I look forward to that day as well, your work is so detailed and ambitious." I giggle, blushing a bit at his compliments. "Now I know this is a surprise for Austin, I did not say anything" he zips his lips closed chuckling "but you do have to sign some papers, just formalities you know." I nod and sign away, promising not to tell anything that I see today to anyone. "He's working, full make up, so brace yourself, it's really, it's a bit scary, come on."

Denis puts his hand on my shoulder and leads the way, as we walk I can start hearing grunting and thudding and all sorts of scenes. I am a bit worried about seeing Austin in full make up and acting like this psychotic character, considering that after the first time seeing him over video in full makeup I had a horrible nightmare. Granted he did call me at 3 am in the morning and I did answer kinda unconsciously, but still. There's big lights centered on two figures in the middle of a blue room, the rest is pretty dimly lit, so my eyes take a moment to adjust. I could recognize Austin's grunts anywhere, having had them in my ear for so long, so my knees feel a bit weak, my skin already hungry to feel him.

As I get used to the light, I see Austin move so athletically, jumping back avoiding hits, then throwing some good punches himself. He's been working very hard in the gym gaining a few pounds of muscle, looking toned like never before. God he looks so weird with this make up, I miss his blonde curly hair, thank god for the other movie he's filming, and this is all a fake bald cap. The other guy he's fighting with, uses a small knife, which I'm pretty sure it's fake but still scary. He swings it, in front of Austin's face and next thing I know he falls to the ground, catching himself mid fall, turning his head to the camera, showing his face full of blood. I stifle a scream, covering my mouth, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, I look at everyone, no one seems to notice. Austin flashes a smile, black teeth showing, with trembling hands I push my hair behind my ears and try and act as if I had known this was all an act.

"Cut! Austin man, amazing! Let's get makeup in here and clean it up, I want to shoot it one more time. Let's take five!" Denis says, and suddenly Austin's whole demeanor changes, it's so strange, he looks so scary, but his stance is so Austin. I clear my voice and wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, walking forward. Austin, being the sweet guy he is, is shaking hands with his partner. "Hi there stranger, need a tissue? I think you got a bloody nose." As soon as he hears my voice, he turns around, scooping my up in a tight hug, getting fake blood all over me. "Y/n!" Austin says, holding me tight to his chest, his lips kissing my neck, leaving wet splashes of fake blood. "Did you miss me baby?" I ask, patting his back, as my feet touch the ground. He doesn't answer, instead, his hands hold my face and he pulls me in for a kiss. It wet and bitter, even a bit sticky, but it tastes like him still. Austin breathes into the kiss, his tongue, entering my mouth exploring. I lace my hands around his neck and moan into him, forgetting for a minute where we are.

Austin pulls back resting his forehead on mine, breathing softly. "What are you doing here?" He asks a smile evident in his tone. I giggle when he rubs his nose against mine, pulling back to look at me. "Oh fuck, I got fake blood all over you, honey I'm so sorry!" He tries to wipe it with the back of his hand, but I take it away, holding his hand in mine. "It's fine, I'm just glad it's fake, I thought it was real." Austin can see that I'm as honest as they come and his eyes look sympathetic "I'm so sorry darling, I didn't mean to worry you!" He says, kissing my forehead head, then grunting annoyed. "I really should stop kissing you now." He says, rubbing his thumb over my forehead, on what I'm assuming is another fake blood stain. "You look so buff and scary, so so hot!" I say biting my lip.

"Really?" Even though all this white makeup I can see the slight blush he has on, turning all shy and avoiding eye contact. "So so hot!" I stand on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver as my breath fans over his skin. "I can't wait for you to make those pretty noises for me!" I laugh, but my breath gets stuck in my throat as his arms circle around me and he pulls me in, flush to his front. "Baby these leather pants are very very tight and leave no room." He says rubbing his pelvis in mine so I can feel his hard on. My blood starts boiling and I can almost see myself with him on top of me.

"Ask for ten minutes, bathroom break or something." I plead under my breath. Austin looks hesitant, but he still does it anyway. Denis gives his ok and we bolt to his trailer, knowing we don't have much time. I laugh all the way there and he tries to make small talk, telling me all about how filming as been going so far, event this he's already told all this stuff. I listen, but in the back of my head I'm far gone.

We close the door to his trailer and his lips are on mine instantly. His hands hold mine down, so that I won't be able to try and thread my fingers through his nonexistent hair. "Get on the bed!" I say breathless and step back, letting him move past me and onto the bed. "Y/n, my darling, I've missed you so so much." Austin says, sitting on his bed, leaning back a bit, legs spread wide, sporting a noticeable bulge. "I've missed you too." I admit and move in front of him, placing my hand in his hard on, squeezing him through his pants. "Fuck!" He says, throwing his head back. I work his pants open and slide them down enough to free his hard dick, looking red and needy. I lick my lips and get down on my knees. This would be my first time ever doing anything like this, but I've been thinking about it a lot and I've been wanting to try.

"Y/n y/n, no no baby you don't have to, honey come on!" Austin tries to lift me off the ground but I keep my position. "I want to, but I've never done it before, so if I do something wrong, just tell me. Please!" I bat my lashes at him and his hips thrust in the air. "Just, ok, but take it easy ok?" I nod and hold him in my hand. I spit on him and move my hand up and down, using my thumb to touch his head gathering more sleek from there. I can already feel my panties getting wet, so I squeeze my thighs together. I lean forward and take him in my mouth. So far he's been quiet, but now that my warm mouth is on him, he lets out a long breathy moan, fisting the sheets beside him. "Fuck, you are an angel! I love you so much!" He tastes salty, but good in a way. I swirl my tongue around and suck, bopping my head up and down. One of his big hands leaves the sheets and finds purchase in my hair. I moan around him and feel him shiver as a few more cures slip past his lips.

God I've missed him. "Fuck baby, you look so beautiful with your mouth around my cock, do you like it? Like how I fit in your mouth?" I love when Austin talks dirty to me, so I moan, picking up the pace, causing him to fall back on the bed, crying out In pleasure. I finally understand why he loves to do this for me, I think I could watch him like this for ages and not get bored. I feel him twitch in my mouth, so I move my free hand from his thigh, to his balls, squeezing softly. "Shit, fucking hell!" He grunts, pushing his hips a bit in my mouth. "Y/n, baby, I'm not going to last long, if you don't want it in your mouth, I'll tell you when ok?" I nod, but I know want it in my mouth, I've tasted him before, after giving him hand jobs, so now I'm more than eager to get a taste of him.

I sneak my hand under his balls and push slightly on the spot there, which causes Austin to jump off the bed a bit, pushing himself further down my throat making me gag, tears prickle my eyes. I breathe through my nose and relax for him, working on him, pushing on that secret spot. "Fuck, Y/n, baby that feels so good, ahh I'm cu-" he doesn't get to finish what he has to say, as his body goes rigid and he spills himself into my mouth. I stay calm and swallow him whole, enjoying they way it feels. When he's done, I let him out of my mouth, give him a few more strokes, ending with a kiss to his head, smiling at the way he curses.

He lifts me up into his arms and I lay my head in his chest. "Wow, are you sure you've never done this before? Because this must have been the best I've ever had!" Austin says out of breath. I giggle and kiss under his chin. "I like to read, I learn what I read." I explain, sighing when he moves his head to kiss my lips. His hand travels down my body and gives my ass a good squeeze, making me yelp, so he can sneak his tongue into my mouth.

A knock on the door as us parting, him quickly putting his pants on and me, wiping my face with a tissue. "Back on set!" A voice shouts from the other side of the door. "In a minute!" Austin screams back, trying to make himself as presentable as possible. "Can I come watch you some more?" I ask, turning the water on to was the dried fake blood from my face. I look back at Austin and he looks so timid now, scratching the back of his head. "I mean of course baby..."

"Aus..? What's up?" I ask using a towel to dry my face, while I look at him, his eyes wondering the room, avoiding mine. "Well I guess I'm just a tad shy, you know, I have to act pretty barbaric out there and I feel so silly, I'm just I don't know.." he says dropping his head. I get close to him and take his hands in mine, rubbing slow circles on his knuckles. "You don't look silly, you look fierce, and bold and scary, you have nothing to be shy about." I say kissing the tip of his nose. "Now come on big boy, you've got work to do, and the faster you finish here, the sooner you get to make love to me!" I wink at him and he chockes on his laughter, blushing a deep red.

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aliengoth3 · 2 years

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Austin Butler as Elvis from Baz Luhrmann on Instagram

I'm not feeling well tbh, he is way too much

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xxanaduwrites · 6 months

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babes looks so snuggly in this one 🥺🥹🧸

i could deadass write a whole fic centered around this one piece of captured glory.

#austin butler #austin butler fandom #austin butler fans #austin butler is so goddamn fine #snuggly little aussie poo so cute #i just want to give him a hug #also the peak a boo of the chest with the unbuttoned shirt is so sexy gn #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #austin butler x reader

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austinshotbutlers · 2 years

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Austin Butler x Actress!Reader Part Two

A/n: I said I’d do a part two so here you go! These are really fun to make and I have a part three and part four queued up! Find part one here, part three here and part four here

Y/N’s instagram stories Part Two

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kisseskae · 2 years

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updated version bc i can’t stay off of picsart

#are ya coping daughter #dollette #rosy blog #victoria secret #alison dilaurentis #lana del rey #girl blogger #coquette #elvis 2022 #austin butlers gf #austin butler fans #the chic diet #tiffany and co #hello kitty

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fxntxsix · 2 years

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15 September, 1967 (Elvis Presley/Austin! Elvis x Pregnant!Reader)

It is my duty to inform you that I actually hate this one and that's on me. Like in my head this whole situation is fucking adorable but that's being overpowered by my inability to put it into words so...I hate it. But it issss what it issss. Enjoy (or don't lmao I won't blame you).

P.S. - I personally imagine this with Austin! Elvis but you can imagine with the real Elvis Presley too

Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!

Warnings: Pregnancy, labour, actual delivery of the child, pain for reader, swearing, low key death threat??, kinda fluffy ending (I think that's it but please let me know if I missed any!)

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You were 35 and a half weeks pregnant and that meant that your little ‘bean’, as you had fondly started refering to the baby bump, was about to pop any day. As a result, you had been in a lot of discomfort for the last few days. Tonight, however, was particularly bad.

‘Bean’ had been relentlessly kicking your stomach for the last three hours and your abdomen and back were actually pulsating in pain. This is also why you had been pacing in front of the bed with your hands on your back, in an attempt to relieve the pain. It did not help.

You heard familiar footsteps coming up the stairs and into the bedroom, “Here baby, let me put this on your back and you should try to lie down.” Elvis had brought the hot pack that had become your best friend in the last nine months.

“E.P, is it ridiculous if I want to lie down on the floor for a while?” You had started breaking out into a sweat because of the pain.

“No baby, of course not, whatever makes you comfortable.”

He grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it onto the floor. Then, he gave you his hand so you could put all your weight on him while you kneeled down on the floor slowly. Once you were lying flat with just the pillow under your head, he slipped the hot pack under your body. You shut your eyes and let out a sigh of momentary relief.

He bent over to kiss your forehead, “Satnin, I’m just going to brush my teeth and I’ll be back in a minute.” He was already in his black silky nightsuit, ready for bed. While you wore some maternity pants and one of his shirts.

You could hear the water running in the bathroom because he had left the door to the en suite open, just in case you needed to call out to him. It hadn’t even been two minutes since he left when you felt a jab of excrutiating pain in your lower back. It was so bad that you lurched up into a sitting position. Suddenly, you felt it.

Warm liquid running down your thighs and you looked down with a level of panic you’ve never felt before. Instinctually you yelled, “E.P! Elvis!”

“Darling? What’s wrong?”

“I think my water just broke.”

“You what?!”

You knew it was a rhetorical question because he was in front of you in a flash, already helping you up. This was it. It was finally happening and he couldn’t get the grin off his face. Then, he took in your expression of absolute fear and anxiety.

He cupped your face in both his hands, “Satnin, you gotta listen to me okay? We gon’ be just fine. There’s no need to panic. I’m going to be right next to you the entire time, you hear?”

You nodded because you believed him even though you felt like you were on the verge of tears. As quickly as possible, he helped you clean up and change into the loose long dress you had kept aside weeks ago for this. You saw him slipping on shoes but he was still in his night suit.

“Are you not going to change?”

“No baby, I know it’s going to be okay but I would just like to get to the hospital as soon as we can.”

Yes, Elvis was excited beyond belief because he knew he was going to be a great daddy and you were going to be an even better momma, but, the tiniest speck of anxiousness seemed to creep in because he was a firm believer in having professionals around for this sort of thing and he sure as hell was not a delivery professional.

He carefully brought you down the stairs, picked up the hospital to-go bag and put you and the bag in one of his cars. He was sure he broke almost all traffic rules that night because he could see the pain getting worse. Although, the entire time he held your hand and tried his best to talk you through it.

By the time you were at the hospital’s entrance, you felt like you were going to burst. Your surpressed grunts were starting to turn into little yelps and the once dull ache started to feel like you were being stabbed by a searing hot iron rod.

Both of you pushed through the doors and Elvis loudly said, “Can we get some help here quickly?” He had alerted the nurses in the E.R. who rushed over with a clip boards and a wheelchair, which Elvis insisted on pushing while he answered the nurse’s questions.

About fifteen minutes later, you were situated on the appropriate bed, with your legs spread and a sheet covering them. Elvis was adorned in the mandatory scrubs and standing by your side, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you wanted.

“The contractions are getting closer together so I think she’ll be ready to push in another 10-20 minutes,” the doctor informed both of you.

By now you were drenched in sweat and your hair was stuck to your forehead and cheeks because of your constant thrashing around. The tears had also started welling up in your eyes. The pain was so bad that everything was starting to annoy you - the high temperature of your body, everything being so sticky, the uncomfortable position, the inability to have any control over the process or your body.

You could feel a very aggressive melt-down coming. Unfortunately, Elvis made the mistake of cooing what he thought were comforting words to you, “Hey pretty girl, I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so well, satnin.”

“ELVIS I SWEAR TO GOD! AAAHHH!!! I’m going to kill you!”

He cocked his head in confusion and looked at you like you had kicked a puppy. This only pissed you off more.

“How could you do this to me?! You have no fucking cLUE HOW MUCH THIS HURTS AAAH.”

The doctor, judging from your screams, decided to check the situation once more. So, she put her head under the sheet and came back up a second later to say, “Yep, I thought so. Alright sweetie, you’re going to have to push now.”

You pulled your upper body up, with Elvis’ hand on your back to support you, you pushed with everything you had in you, “AAAHHH!” The tears were now streaming down your face.

Elvis continued to provide his support, “Come on baby, push!”

“I am pushing!!! You wanna try, asshat?!!!”

Elvis was well aware that you didn’t mean anything you were currently saying and that it was just the intensity of the experience getting to you. On the contrary, he found your insults adorable and let out a little chuckle.

You continued pushing, except this time your hand shot up to his scrubs and you jerked him to you with such force that he let out a little “hmph” sound.

“You think this is funny Elvis??? I AM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU IN YOUR FUCKING SLEEP AND NO MORE SEX. AH. EVER. AAH. AGAIN. AAAHH!” Your last few words were cut off by screams and more pushes.

After another grueling hour and one last loud insult thrown at Elvis from you, you finally heard the sound you had been waiting to hear for nine months. It was the cry of a baby.

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Baby’s Name: Evangeline Jean Presley

Date of birth: 15 September, 1967

Time of birth: 4:08AM

Physicalities: 6 pounds, 3 ounces, 19 inches

There she was, in your arms and you both knew that you had never felt love like this.

You were shifted out of the operation theatre into a private room and Evie, short for Evangeline, had been taken to get cleaned up and wrapped in a baby pink blanket.

Elvis had waited with you, sitting on the bed so that you had your head on his chest, recovering from the delivery. The nurse had come in and given her to you to hold and once again, you were sobbing but for a very different reason.

“Hi Evie, hi baby,” you managed to say through your sobs. “Oh Lord, Elvis, we did this. We made an angel.”

Now he was sniffling and he kissed the top of your head, “Darling, that was all you. You’ve made me the happiest man alive. I love you, both of you, my girls.”

A beat of silence passed before you spoke up again, "I’m sorry for everything I said during the delivery. I didn’t mean any of it. Just the pain and everyt-.”

“Hush satnin, I know.” You both smiled before he asked, “But I just need you to confirm on that ‘no more sex’ thing because that might be a deal-breaker.”

You burst out laughing, “Goddamn E.P., keep it in your pants in front of Evie at least.” Then you both went into silence again, just staring at the wonderful miracle that had come into your life.

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