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ranaissingle · 1 year

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Summary: The reader and Austin spend a day at home when the Oscar nominations come out and the reader comforts an insecure Austin the day before. Rating: T (it is straight fluff and I eat that shit up) Pairings: Austin x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.8k A/N: I haven't posted in like a week bc I couldn't find inspiration but I need more soft Austin content to think about so this is what you guys get instead of Coffee or Tea Pt. 5 lol (Which is the last part by the way and I am currently suffering from writer's block so I'm doing this to distract myself. ) Reader has almost no body descriptors like race, body parts, weight, etc.

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Austin had been counting the days until the Oscar nominations and had run himself ragged in the process. He googled when they would be released at least 4 times a day and consulted his manager about the likelihood of his nomination in the time between. As much as Austin tried to convince himself he didn't care, he hadn't fooled anyone; not even himself.

You were content to watch him at first and assumed it was a natural part of being an actor; you weren't sure what you could do to ease his stress, to begin with. But after the dreaded day drew nearer, Austin's anxiety had shot through the roof and multiplied tenfold. You couldn't bare to watch him wallow in his own misery or stress himself out any longer. So the afternoon before the Oscar nominations were to come out and Austin's anxiety was at an all-time high, you would make your move.

You had planned a delicious at-home dinner followed by a movie and a relaxing day in bed. You had prepared a delicious bolognese sauce with mini bowtie pasta (Austin's favorite) accompanied by a tasty fruit cake for dessert.

You had really outdone yourself.

Austin was due to come back from the day's interview at 6:45 which was perfect for dinner at 7.

You had just finished lighting the dinner candles and switching off the lights when Austin tumbled into the door looking worn out and stressed to high heaven.

You walked up to the door to take his coat and kiss his cheek.

"Welcome home love, how was work?" This had become a routine; Austin would tumble in, you would take his coat, kiss his cheek, and then ask how his day was. That routine was one of Austin's few consistencies in his hectic life and he looked forward to your soft smile and breathy voice during his entire commute home.

"It was alright darlin' how was yours?", he placed his hand on your waist and drew you closer.Just as Austin finished his question to you, it seemed he noticed the lack of fluorescent lighting in the apartment.

"What's up with all the lights not being o-" He set his eyes on the dinner table set with the best dishware and china, the long thin candles lit in the middle, and the unopened bottle of red wine occupying the end of the table.

"You've been so stressed lately and it's taking a toll on your health," you reached up to place your hand on his cheek and swiped your thumb over the discolored skin under his eyes.

"I'm worried about you is all, so I made us dinner and I have a movie qued for us to watch after." Austin gradually wrapped his arms tighter and tighter as you spoke. Eventually, his head landed in your neck and you felt his breaths tickling your clavicle.

"Thank ya darlin' I love ya so much, ya know that?" His voice was ragged. Austin loved being taken care of, but he wouldn't tell anyone that and you loved taking care of him. It was a win-win situation.

You pulled your face away from him to grasp his hands in yours and lead him to the table.

"Darlin this smells delicious, did ya make pasta?"

"Just how you like it, my love." Austin's smile was breathtaking and he looked more alive in that moment than he had in the 2 weeks before.

Austin pulled out your chair before walking around to the table to pull out his own. He tried the pasta and all but moaned in approval.

"Darlin' this is amazing! I swear you cook this better each time." You were glad the hours spent over the stove reducing the sauce with spices and herbs had the desired effect.

"I'm glad you like it Austin! I called up my mom to get some better tips for making a meat sauce. I'm glad the work paid off." You giggled as Austin continued to shovel spoon after spoon of the delicious pasta into his mouth.

Dinner went by pleasantly with both of you conversing about whatever came to mind. Both your legs were intertwined under the table and Austin fidgeted with your hand where it rested on the table.

You both made it through the main course accompanied by the wine and when it came time for dessert, Austin decided he wanted to spoon-feed you the fruit cake as a 'thank you' for all the hard work you had put in to prepare a delicious meal for him.

Austin had been drained and tired for what felt like an eternity but it seems an afternoon with you and a home-cooked meal was all he needed to recover.

Austin had asked you three times to let him help you with the dishes but you had profusely refused and all but shoved him into your bedroom as you told him to relax and kissed his forehead.

"I can take care of the dishes myself and I'll just be putting them in the dishwasher anyway." You waved your hand to emphasize how light the work would be.

Austin frowned but eventually let out an "Alright darling whatever you say." accompanied by a heavy sigh and a 'thank you' kiss on your temple.

You did the dishes in record time because you wanted to spend some time with Austin before his eventual crash. He wasn't going to last through the whole movie as was evident by his eye bags and already drooping eyelids.

You crossed the living room and opened the door to your shared bedroom. Austin had changed into his pajamas and was tucked under the covers while he read one of his mystery novels.

"Hey, baby," you spoke as you entered the room and Austin perked up, "I was thinking, we can still watch the movie if you want but you're looking a little tired and I don't want to keep you up, especially when you need all the rest you can get. So, what do you choose?"

"Could we just cuddle and go to sleep? I am feelin' pretty tired." He tilted his head in the most endearing way as he asked and you were happy to satisfy his request.

You crawled into the bed and opened the blanket and your arms to invite Austin into a hug. His smile was breathtaking as he practically threw his book onto the nightstand and shimmied under the sheets to get closer to you.

His head found purchase in your neck yet again and his arms wrapped around you to hold your hips in his embrace. You settled one hand on his back to rub circled on his spine while the other raked its way through his soft locks. You knelt your head down to whisper how proud you were of him, how much you loved him, and how he had nothing to worry about because he was guaranteed an oscar nomination tomorrow. He kissed your necks over and over as you spoke and only buried himself further into your form when you finished speaking.

The dim street lights reflecting into the room and the lavender diffuser you had on at all times calmed Austin. He eventually relaxed in your embrace and spoke a mumbled "I love you" before finally nodding off.

"I love you more."

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The sunlight streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and illuminated the room with a soft and warm light. The both of you were still fast asleep in the position you had slept in the night before; although Austin seemed to be nestled impossibly closer to you. He had fallen asleep in record time and had not woken up in a cold sweat once during the entire night. His dreams were filled with mundane days spent at home and your smile took center stage in his every thought.

Alas, although you and Austin had both forgotten what day today was, his manager had not been so lucky. The Oscar nominations had been released in the early morning and you both had slept ever soundly through it. Taylor, Austin's manager, had been awake at the crack of dawn refreshing her inbox and the official oscar website. As soon as the nominations dropped, she picked up her cell to call Austin. It took her 4 attempts before your sleep-ridden voice made its way into her receiver.

You picked the phone up to your ear and mumbled a broken

"Hello?"

" OH MY GOD THANK GOODNESS SOMEONE ANSWERED. AUSTIN GOT THE NOMINATION!" Her voice blared into your ear making you wince and pull the phone away from your face.

"What??? Are you serious Taylor??!!" You tried to keep your voice soft so as to not wake Austin before you confirmed the news.

"YES, THE NOMINATIONS WERE RELEASED A FEW MINUTES AGO!"

"Okay, I'll tell Austin! He is still asleep so I'll have to wake him up." Said man was still tucked into your neck but had begun to stir.

"Pleeeeeease do, he has been waiting for this nomination for so long and you and I both know he deserves it."

"I know Taylor, thank you for calling so many times it would have been a shame if we missed this."

After ending the phone call, you put the phone down and wrapped your arms back around Austin while leaning your mouth into his ear and running your hand down his back.

"Austin baby, you have to wake up love. We can't sleep in any longer." Austin stirred but did not fully wake up. You stroked his back again before using your words to coax him up into the world of the awake.

Austin's facelifted slowly out of your neck to turn to where the light was streaming into the room and he placed his head over your heart while he slowly woke up.

"Austin, Taylor just called." You felt him tense his arms around you as he braced himself for the bad news. You just wrapped your arms tighter around him and whispered, so softly he barely heard you at all

"You did it, my love, you got nominated for best actor by the Oscars. Out of so many actors, they chose you! I'm so proud of you Austin, you worked so hard and you did it, baby. You did it, my love."

Austin's choked sobs were palpable in the room.

"I did it? A-are you serious? I actually got nominated?" He had picked his head up from your chest and sat up to look at you.

Taking his face in between both your hands you gazed into his eyes.

"Yes, you did Austin. Believe it and live it because you deserve it. All your hard work has paid off and I will always be right here for you, for as long as you'll have me."

Austin's teary eyes and blissful smile made your heart flutter in a way you never knew was possible.

Never in your life had you loved someone like you loved Austin.

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This got very sappy very fast but I can't say that I'm mad at it. I also think that Austin probably needs a lot of assurance right now just like the rest of us. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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myysweeterplace · 11 months

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Ruin The Friendship

Summary : When your best friend Austin Butler comes back into town after shooting for Elvis for almost two years, you plan a big night of catching up for the both of you. But the night takes a wild turn as alcohol makes suppressed feelings of attraction bubble up to the surface during a game of ‘truth or dare’.

Pairing : Austin Butler x reader

Warning(s) : fluff, kissing, ice-play (?), alcohol consumption, besties to lovers, suggestive language, mention of 18+ activities, this is pretty tame tbh, might make a part 2 (?)

Featuring : Ashley Tisdale, mentions of Elvis Presley

Author’s note : the reader is intended to be neutral, not of any specific race or colour, or size. Future stories I write may not have that distinction, always check at the top before proceeding to read. Thanks :)

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“Aus! I missed you!” I leapt towards my best friend of ten years after not seeing him for nearly two years. His work ethic has got him where he is today, but sometimes it was a real pain. I couldn’t believe I’d survived nearly 20 consecutive months without seeing my best friend in real time — face time and phone calls could only do so much!

“Have you gotten shorter?” He chuckled against my shoulder, still lifting me up by my thighs as I remained latched onto him. I laughed at his stupid joke. I missed his stupid jokes.

“I swear, you’re tinier everytime I see you,”

“It’s not my fault you’re a tree,” I giggled, as he put me down.

“What’ve you planned for me tonight?”

“Lots of drinking,” I began listing, “of course,” he retorted, “lots of talking,” I continued, “and lots of food,” I slung my arm around his shoulder, carrying his bag up to my apartment with the other, “sounds perfect,” he chuckled.

Once Austin and I had freshened up, and Austin had taken a not-very long but much-needed nap (after me nagging him to rest and him declining before eventually giving in), we finally set out all of Austin’s favourite “American” food and sat down to feast and just be in each other’s company.

“You can��t imagine how much I’ve missed these,” he mumbled between large bites, moaning at the taste of a cheese burger. I laughed, “you went to Australia, not Yemen,” I said, referencing the most random and far-away country I could think of off the top of my head. “Every fast food aficionado knows that not all cheese burgers taste the same,”

“Close your mouth when you chew,” I giggled, using a napkin to dab his mouth, that was covered in sauce and chopped up lettuce. He was such a child sometimes.

“What else did you miss?” I asked.

“You,” he said with no hesitation and I felt a little flutter in my tummy, a bit unfamiliar but not entirely out of the realm of possibility with the two of us. Our families were convinced that we were dating despite how many times we told them ‘no way, ew’, and our friends all placed bets on how long it would take for us to realize we’re in love with each other. We’d laugh and they’d laugh and we’d move on from it like it never happened. And we liked it that way. I wouldn’t want anything to get in the way of how close Austin and I are. Despite the heat that rose to my cheeks every time he stared me down and gave me his undivided attention. Despite the butterflies in my core every time he said my name a little too softly. And despite the confusing feelings that have only grown in all this time away from him.

“And my family, of course, Ash, Dad, Calum, my nieces, other Ashley,” he chuckled, “I missed being able to order Chinese food at 3 in the morning, and taking the subway to see plays any day of the week, I even missed seeing garbage everywhere at one point,” I laughed, but then he went quiet. “I just got so alone,” he whispered at last, and I felt my stomach sink.

I couldn’t begin to fathom what Austin had been through. There were countless nights when I’d wake up to a call with Austin in tears or his voice broken with how exhausted he was. He put so much pressure on himself to embody Elvis Presley, and completely put his own life on pause for three years in the process. He poured his heart, soul, and body into being Elvis, and the world would soon get to see just how hard he worked.

I placed my hand on his, brushing it slightly with my thumb, “I’m glad you’re back Aus,”

Neither of us realized when the party transitioned from fast food and heavy talks to drinking and dancing but neither of us complained. Austin was singing along to Polk Salad Annie while twirling me around and I was giggling at the sounds coming from Austin. Many people believed Austin changed who he is to be Elvis, but he’d always been an old soul, and that combined with his newly found confidence was just a sight to behold. He was glowing. I was so happy for him.

“What’re you smiling at?”

“Nothing,” I giggled.

“C’mon, tell me,”

“It’s nothing,” I said defensively, and Austin stopped dancing abruptly, pulling me towards himself. His eyes were mischievous and I knew what he was up to.

“I know how to get it out of you,” he rasped, teasingly, and I struggled to get out of his grasp.

“Austin, don’t!”

“I’m not doing anything,” he chuckled, “yet,” he added, grinning.

“Austin, please, it’s so stupid, we’re grown now!” I said, my voice getting higher the closer he got. Austin gripped my waist in his hands, and began tickling me gently, and I squirmed in his hold, my body on fire.

“Austin! Stop, please!” I laughed. He laughed too, “tell me what you were smiling about,”

“It’s-ahaha-it’s not that serious!”

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem telling me,”

“Aus!” I giggled, “I hate you!”

“Oh, yeah?” He feigned being offended, only tickling me harder and I walked backwards to get away from him, until my back hit the cold wall, and I had nowhere to escape. I pushed against his chest and he grabbed my wrists, halting all my movements. We stopped grinning, and it went silent, the atmosphere changing within seconds.

“You don’t hate me,” he whispered, pinning my wrists against the wall, beside my head.

“I couldn’t,” I said, just as quietly, no longer struggling against his hold.

He swallowed thickly, eyeing me up and down, and I realized the alcohol was getting too strong for the both of us.

I gently pulled my wrists from his grasp, and he let me, loosening his strong hold to let me walk past him whilst avoiding his gaze.

It became a little quiet after the little incident. Austin and I continued drinking, but we weren’t talking as much, and the silence was killing me. “Aus,” I called, “I’m bored,”

Austin leaned his head back against the couch, “what d’you wanna do?”

I thought about it for a moment, “how about 20 questions?”

“Oh yeah, sure,” he grinned cheekily, “I didn’t realize we were 12,” he retorted. I lightly punched his arm, “fine! You pick something,”

“How about truth or dare?”

“Cause that’s for grown ups, right?” I teased. Austin rolled his eyes, “c’mon, truth or dare?”

“Hm...truth,”

“Okay,” he gave it some thought before asking, “What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve done while drunk?”

I buried my face in my hands, “oh god. Freshman year of college, I was fooling around with one of my best friends and I tripped while we were kissing and fell face first on my bed and the door was open so everyone out in the hall saw,”

“Oh, lord have mercy, that’s brutal,” he chuckled. “Which best friend?”

“Nu-uh, you only get one truth. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,”

“Ugh, bore,” I giggled, “have you ever kissed a guy?”

Austin smirked, “do you want a simple ‘yes or no’ or a list of names?”

My eyes widened, “Austin Robert Butler!”

He chuckled, “it was college, we were drunk every other weekend, and straight guys that are secure in themselves will literally kiss anyone,” he explained. I bit my lip and laughed out loud despite my attempts to hold back. “That’s amazing,”

“Anyway,” he chuckled sheepishly, turning slightly red, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,”

“Ooh, wrong move,” he smirked, “I dare you to perform your most sexy choreography in front of me,”

“No way,” I said right away, a song coming to mind already.

“C’mon, don’t be such a baby,”

“Oh, so you think I’m a baby?” I said, standing up, and queueing up Expectations by Lauren Jauregui. Austin stared up at me in amusement and surprise, and I swayed my hips side to side as the music played. And I didn’t know where it came from, this confidence in me to dance exactly like Lauren had done in the guitar bridge of the song, but I did it, and I did it well. I went on my knees and crawled towards him; I twisted and turned along to the beat; and I flicked my hair in all the right directions. All while Austin gaped at me, his mouth parted and breathing heavy as he watched me silently. When the song ended, I was standing directly in front of Austin, and he rose up from his seat on the couch, looking at me with an unfamiliar look. “What?” I asked, slightly embarrassed now that it became silent. He simply shook his head, “you’re amazing,” he whispered. My cheeks were heated and I didn’t know where to look, so I went back to my seat on the couch, “truth or dare, Austin?”

“Fuck it, dare,”

“Right after giving me that? You’re asking for a tough one,” Austin blushed, bringing his hands to cover his face in that adorable way he often does. And I saw a peak at Austin’s lower stomach with his white shirt risen and wrinkled. I averted my gaze to the table before us and my eyes met my bucket of ice cubes. My impulses were getting the best of me, and I knew I shouldn’t have taken that last shot, but we were too drunk to remember any of this tomorrow anyway, so I said the first thing that came to me. “I dare you to ... let me melt an ice cube anywhere on your body.”

Austin blushed more, shaking his head, “that’s enough tequila for you,”

“Don’t be such a baby,” I reiterated, grinning.

Austin bit his bottom lip, “fine, do it,”

“You serious?”

“Mh-hm, melt an ice cube...” he smirked suggestively, “on my abdomen,”.

I’d once walked in on Austin working out in his basement without a shirt, and despite my attempts to not, my eyes lingered on his abdomen longer than I’d intended. I was curious whether he’d noticed. I was curious whether he’d seen me eyeing him just moments, and if whether that’s why he wanted me to do it on that specific body part.

I didn’t back down though, the liquid courage was making both of us frisky, but neither of us payed any mind to it. I grabbed the bucket and knelt before him, and he sucked in a sharp breath, lifting his shirt. I audibly gasped. It wasn’t as if I would see Austin without his shirt regularly before he began shooting for Elvis, but even through his clothing I could tell he wasn’t the bulkiest guy back then — but now! I figure from all the training and weight-gaining required to become Elvis, he must’ve gained several pounds and much more muscle. And he looks absolutely delicious. Austin smirked at my nervousness, “what’s wrong? Regretting your own dare?”

“No way! Are you?”

He shook his head, but then threw it back as I placed the ice cube on his stomach without warning, wanting to catch him off guard.

Austin bit his bottom lip, eyeing me as I rubbed the cube in small circles. But when I brought it lower, Austin’s eyes rendered closed, and I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down. He looked so good from this angle, with me practically on my knees between his legs, and his head thrown back in pleasure. When the ice melted on his warm skin, I nearly moaned at having to withdraw from him, but I knew we were walking a scary tightrope right now, and I couldn’t risk him knowing the kind of thoughts I was having.

I stood up from my previous, very suggestive position, and Austin looked up at me with hooded eyes. Austin had very expressive eyes, I think it is what made us so close. I value honesty and kindness in the people close to me, and all of his just poured out through his eyes. He could never lie to me. And I knew in this moment, he felt something for me too. He was looking up at me with these puppy eyes, so vulnerable, almost submissive, and I bit my lip to refrain from moaning again.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” he said, a little out of breath, his voice a little more raspy than before.

“Truth,” I said quietly, sitting back down next to him, but keeping a considerate distance, afraid of what I’ll do if I’m within close proximity to him.

“What is your biggest kink?”

“Austin!” I slapped his chest.

“What so you can melt an ice cube on me and I can’t ask you a simple question?”

“That’s completely different!” I defended.

“It’s not actually, but answering a question is no where near as impossible as staying still while you touch me,” he said, all too casually, and my mouth fell open. He chuckled.

“Okay we’re drinking too much” I said, reaching for Austin’s drink as he raised the glass to his lips.

“Answer the questions, babe,”

My breathing escalated at the nickname and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “overstimulation,”

Austin stopping drinking. Raised a brow. And then bit his bottom lip. So aggressively, I thought he might draw blood.

“Really?” He swallowed. I nodded shyly.

“Why?” He rasped, and when I didn’t answer him, he brought his forefinger and thumb down to my chin and lifted my face up to meet his. Alcohol was bringing out a whole new side to him, and we were crossing all the lines that we’re not supposed to. I swallowed before answering, quietly, “I don’t know, I guess I-“ I took a breath, “just the idea of someone making me come multiple times, I mean my ex boyfriends could barely —“ I bit my lip.

“Go on,” Austin urged, still holding my face in his large hand, brushing his thumb against my cheek.

“Most guys tend to think about themselves,” I said, filtering my very blatant answer, “so the idea of someone taking pleasure in pleasing me so persistently is very intriguing.”

The atmosphere was incredibly heavy. The tension, palpable. I saw Austin’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he registered my words. I even saw him subtly adjust himself, fixing his now-tightening trousers while staring me down.

I couldn’t sit still under his heated gaze anymore so I took another shot. “Hey, woah, slow down, you’ve had enough,”

“Clearly not enough,”

“Not enough for what?”

I bit my lip. And then I poured myself another shot, chugging it down before Austin could stop me. I couldn’t possibly let it slip that I wasn’t nearly drunk enough to accept my feelings. I was clearly attracted to Austin. But it wasn’t just attraction anymore. I wanted him. I loved him.

“Truth or dare, Austie?”

Austin shook his head angrily, “c’mon”, I poked his arm.

“Fine, dare,”

“I’m so tempted to make you regret that,” Austin finally cracked a smile.

“I dare you to call Ashley and tell her you slept with her sister,”

“Wait—what?!”

“Not your sister Ashley! Ashley Tisdale,”

Austin let out a breath of relief, “okay, ‘cause that sounded—“

“Like incest?”

“Yeah!” We giggled and for a second, we were ‘’us’ again. Austin pulled out his phone and called Ashley, “hey Ash!” Austin was slurring through his speech and I was sure Ashley would figure it out sooner or later that Austin was drunk. “I’m good, I’m good, I just-I just need to make a confession,” Austin placed the phone on his leg, putting it on speaker. “What did you do now Austin?” I heard Ashley. Ever since she became a mom, she’s always got that reprimanding tone in her voice and it was absolutely adorable.

“I, uh, I slept with your sister,” he pretended to sound guilty and I shook my head in disbelief, surprised that he actually was going through with the dare. Only Austin truly knew how angry this would make Ash.

“WHAT?!”

“I’m sorry, Ash, I know I shouldn’t have—“

“How?! WHEN?” She screamed.

“Last night,”

“LAST NIGHT?!—last night? How is that even-she’s not even in New York, Austin,”

Austin stared at me, confused, “what?”

“She flew to London last week,”

Austin palmed his face, and laughed, “okay, you got me, this was a dare,”

“Are you serious?” Ashley sounded so relieved, it was adorable.

“Yes I’m serious, I would never do that to — to you,” Austin stuttered, avoiding my gaze suddenly.

“I was ready to murder you and hide the body Aus, don’t ever do that again!”

“I’m sorry! Blame it all on Y/N,” he chuckled.

“Is she there?”

“Yep, right next to me,”

“Have you told her yet?” I looked at Austin confused, and he snatched the phone off of his leg before I could ask Ashley what she was referring to. “Hey so, uh, I gotta go, talk later,”

I couldn’t hear the other end of the line because Austin put it off speaker, but they shared goodbyes and ended the call.

“What was she talking about?”

“Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it,”

“Austin are you hiding something from me?”

I was never one to pry, but that was simply because Austin told me everything himself. I didn’t want to, but I felt hurt.

“I promise you, it’s nothing, it’s probably something I’ve already told you and can’t recall,”

I simply nodded. I didn’t want to push him.

“Truth or dare?” He asked, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

“Dare,”

“I dare you to kiss me,”

“Austin!” I punched his arm again, harder this time and he threw his head back in laughter. “Okay, um, I dare you—“

I didn’t know how and I didn’t know why, but before he could finish the thought, I leaned into him, looking him in the eyes as I sat up on my knees to hover over him.

“What’re you doing, Y/N?”

“I’m doing my dare,”

Austin opened his mouth and then closed it, taken aback. I placed my hand on his cheek and despite the look of shock on his face, he leaned into it, and before either of us knew what was happening, I placed my lips on his. And we melted into it. His lips were softer than I could have ever imagined them to be. I was slightly taller than him in this position, and it gave me a false sense of power, but before I could revel in it, Austin began claiming my lips, grabbing my face in his large hands and bringing me down to kiss me deeper than I’ve ever been kissed. I gasped, not expecting it, and the sound stirred something within Austin and he moaned against my mouth, pulling me flush against him. I was nearly sat upon Austin and completely out of breath, but neither of us dared to end it. Only when the urge to breathe became too exhausting and the power in our lungs gave out, did we move away, breathing loudly against each other, with his arms still wrapped around me. I bit my lip, not knowing what comes next. Austin grabbed my chin in his forefinger and thumb and brought me closer to himself, “I love you,” he breathed. “That’s what Ashley wanted me to tell you. That’s the reason I’m here, with you, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, Y/N,” he said softly, and I believed every word that came out of his mouth.

I felt so overwhelmed. From the kiss. From his words. His voice. His face. His eyes. Him.

“Austin,” I hushed, and the words that came out of me next were both the most surprising and the most truthful words I’d ever spoken to him, “I love you too.”

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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how about a fic where the reader (gn) overstimulates elvis to the point he's crying and like deep in subspace

catharsis

summary: elvis needs to let himself go- to relax. you know know just how to make that happen. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy ) x gender neutral reader word count: 2384 warnings: sub elvis. overstimulation ( in a way ). soft dom reader. oral ( m receiving ). handjobs. big daddy elvis. this has a one word title and it's big daddy, so expect a certain vibe from it. sexy but a lot of emotion in it. mentions of lifting up his stomach. tiny bit of foreskin and ball play nothing too much. mild insecurity bits on the part of elvis. author’s note: so anon i really enjoyed this prompt and am thankful you sent it to me. partially because i'm not super great at gender neutral but also because it was a nice prompt. so i have a feeling though that you might have preferred this to be another era of elvis and if it means anything i did write a beginning of another era before marina- bless her soul- sort of challenged me with this and was like "you don't see sub big daddy a lot" and i took that to mean let's try it. i hope you like it anyway since i did quite enjoy writing it and if you do want me to redo it i can. y'all know the drill on this, pick real elvis or austin elvis tbh.

Elvis does not necessarily like to give away how he's feeling when it comes to his exhaustion, his pain, his- everything. Sure, he'll let you know when he's angry and when he's happy as can be but when he's stressed or when he's feeling like everything is too much for him? You couldn't pry that out of him with all the bribery in the world. Still, his body- his body has a tendency to give him a way with the noises it produces. You can hear it in the way his knees crack just so or the way his mouth opens in a groan when he stands up to get something from another room. The ones when he sits down though- the groan that sounds like every bit of tension trying to escape him through his mouth? Those tell you just how pent up everything is for him, how much he's in need of some form of release or else it's going to come out as anger at the worst time or just act like a poison in his veins. Being gentle is the way you have to approach this though because you love Elvis lord help you but you do, but he can be skittish when it comes to things like this.

"Buntyn. You feeling alright?" You murmur, inching your body closer to his on the couch. He won't bolt and he won't lie if you're gentle if you take things slow with him. He won't lie if you allow yourself to lean your head against his shoulder, almost as if you want him to wrap his arm around your body and pull you closer into his warm plush body. He won't bolt if you allow yourself a moment to drape your arm across his stomach to pull him that much closer to you as if you're one.

The way his head turns to you slowly, almost as if his head has to extend a truly obscene amount of effort to actually turn to you, has you nearly asking again if he's alright, if he's taken his sleeping medication again to block out the way you know his mind is racing. Or perhaps he took something else, something for the headache his eyes are giving him this week. No, it's purely just done because he knows with you he can be slow, can savor the moments of having you near him, curled into him. His voice sounds rough, tired truly but it heightens his accent in ways that have you holding your breath. "Tired, Satnin. Ya know how I get."

You nod, your hand trailing across the expanse of his stomach, watching for him to attempt to shoo your hand away or suck it in to keep it away from you. You feel him shrink in on himself just a bit and you can't help the frown that crosses your features. Here was your partner, the love of your life, your rock shrinking himself down when he was always so much larger than life. If you could take away the insecurity once and for all just to allow him to enjoy these simple touches. To him to realized no matter what came to be there was no reason to shirk away. Every part of him, every inch of him was yours to have and hold and cherish just as he did yours. Even if he did stray, you knew what you were getting into from the get go.

"Satnin-" He starts before you shake your head, shushing him quietly.

"None of that Buntyn. Let me take care of you. Let me help you." Help him relax, help him feel good, help him with whatever could help him with.

The tension is his shoulders start to dissipate the second the words leave your lips. His eyes rake over your form before his lips upturn just a hair. "Gotcha work cut out for ya then."

The hand that had started to trace shapes on his stomach started a slow descent past it lifting it up the paunch and grasping at his uncut and partially aroused cock. "Not too much," you start, moving your hand back out from under his stomach, spitting on it before starting to run your hand up and down his shaft. There's a subtle but noticeable hitch in his breath as you move your hand almost as if he wasn't expecting it. As if he wasn't expecting the way his body immediately reacted.

Your thumb brushes against the tip as you inch back the foreskin of his cock. His hip buck involuntarily as you hum. It's almost as if you feel the need to study him. Feel the need to make sure your actions are heading the the right direction. Your grip tightens as you continue to have your thumb play with the tip even as the rest of your hand moves up and down. There's a throbbing between your legs as you focus only on Elvis, only on his pleasure, watching his face contort as he growls and groans and sounds that are downright animalistic pour out of his mouth. It's been a rough month and you both know it. Know just how much he needs this so he allows himself to trust you as he always does.

"That's my good boy. Letting me take care of you like this. Letting me help you." You practically coo the words, a sharp contrast to the obscene noises coming from under his stomach and between his legs as your hand pumps quicker, his copious amount of precum providing more ample lube than your spit had. "Wanna tell me what you want, Buntyn? What I should give you?"

Elvis eyes you through his hooded eyes, the choice you're giving him causing his arousal to curl further into his abdomen. "Mouth." A simple one word answer but one that requires more of an explanation. As if sensing that he needs to elaborate more he swallows and continues, his brain quickly starting to become more fuzzy the more he feels your hand and watches your hand play with him. "On me."

Now that was more like it. That was more like it, your good boy telling you, asking you what he wants. A hum of delight leaves your lips as you oblige, shifting your position on the couch and lifting up his stomach to fully allow yourself access to his cock. You shouldn't tease, you think, but there's something exquisite in looking up through your eyelashes at him and watching how his head tilts back at just your breath against the tip of his cock. There's something exquisite in how he knows when you're doing this he's not supposed to touch unless you give him the cue so his hands are curled into fists grabbing at the fabric of the couch- clawing at it. You place a kiss against his tip and hear what almost sounds like a whine leave his lips before you place another and another all over his cock. Still not actually taking him in your mouth, waiting to hear one final word before you do. Waiting to see if he's inching toward where you need him to be for this to achieve what you want it to. A hand of yours moves up to grab at one of his own and he greedily takes it as you place another kiss to the tip of his cock and he lets out another whine, this time with a word attached. "Please."

That flips a switch for you, allows you to immediately take the tip of him in your mouth, allows you to suck slowly around the tip before pushing him any further in his mouth. Your tongue plays a bit with the foreskin, trying to slip under it a little as he has to force himself to not buck into your mouth. Instead his grip on your hand tightens his rings digging into your flesh and clanging against yours just a little bit. He can't help but writhe a little though, even as he keeps the rest of his body still. You look up at him, trying to study his face and find him with his mouth open practically panting and groaning softly as his eyes flutter shut. He's almost there, almost where you feel he needs to be, he's losing that part of him that's trying to hold him back, that part that tells him to control how he's feeling and reacting. He deserves something for it, deserves to have your mouth finally take him fully, your lips closing around him and taking him deeper into your mouth.

A whimper leaves his mouth at that, at the warmth of your mouth fully enveloping his cock. He doesn't- he wants to let himself fall, let himself fully give himself over to what you're trying to do but he shouldn't. He shouldn't and yet he feels your free hand play with his balls, feels your free hand add just that little bit of extra something that has his hips rocking just barely against your mouth. You're trying to take care of him, trying to make him feel good in a way only you truly can. "Satnin- Y/N- let me, gotta take it easy on me." The words are choked out, almost as if he's trying to hold on to the last vestiges of control before he looks down and sees the look in your eyes. The look that tells him you have no intentions of taking it easy on him. That you want to see him relax. It has his heart stuttering in his chest for a second before he takes his free hand and touches your hair, tries to grab at it as he shakes his head. "Gonna give me those little deaths, ain't ya?"

You're gonna have him crying, he knows it, you so rarely do this but when you do all he remembers after the fact is how his brain shuts off, how he can only remember your mouth, your hand, your hole because that's all there was. The sensations of everything taking him to a place where he doesn't have to worry about a damn thing. Your lips have curled into a smirk around his cock as you nod, somehow in sync with the way your head bobs up and down. It shouldn't be what has him finally letting go, it shouldn't but he thinks it might be. You feel something almost at the same time he does, feel how his body is going a little lax though you know you want him to tighten just a bit more before feeling every bit of tension flutter away. You know- You remember the last times. "Gonna- Y/N- don't. Play nice."

He mutters the words breathlessly, almost as if he doesn't know what he's asking for and you take it to mean don't play nice. Since playing nice in this situation is pushing him to the brink. Your mouth tightens and your hand moves around, playing with his balls, rubbing where your mouth can't touch, playing with his stomach as his noises above you get to be more intense. You hear what feels sounds like a sob, and almost pull away before he pushes you back down onto his cock. It's not him asking you to stop, it's him doing what you're asking of him, doing what you want him to do in this moment. It's him letting go, allowing himself to feel what he wants to feel, to release what he needs to release in these moments.

It's just you and him and the way his brain isn't thinking on anything but your mouth and his cock and your hands and his cock and how he just feels the care and love you feel for him in this moment. How you just want to be there for him, how you're there to take care of him like he does for you. The world is just nothing but both of you and the pleasure he's chasing as he feels every breath from your nose and every imperfection on your skin and on his as they meet. It's nothing but the noises and tears you're pulling from him as he feels himself slowly building toward his orgasm. You pull away just a bit and he whines and hears himself through a tunnel saying don't before you smile and keep your mouth on his cock.

Normally he'd warn you he's about to come, normally he'd tell you ahead of time because it can be a downright mess if he doesn't but in this moment he doesn't even realize he's about to until it starts to shoot out of him and down your throat. His hand on your head falls to your shoulder as he can't even force himself to keep a hold of whatever sort of grip he might have tried to have on your hair. You feel his muscles relax in a way they don't even do when he's asleep and you know you've done what you set out to do. You realize as you're struggling to swallow and not choke on his copious amount of cum that it's worked. Elvis is more- Elvis got what he needed from you, what he needed in general. When you think he's finished you slowly ease your mouth off of him and look up at him. His head is tilting forward as he looks at you, his hand that's on your shoulder moving to wipe off the excess cum from the side of your mouth so gently you shudder despite yourself. You might have cum but it doesn't matter if you have or not because he did, he's had his release that has tears still coming up every so often and has you nuzzling his thighs and placing a kiss or two on his stomach and chest as you finally reach his mouth while a small smile.

"Bath?" He whispers, sniffling just slightly.

"Gotta take care of you after you let go." You answer, nuzzling at his nose, and running your hand through his hair. "Can you stand up? Or do you need a minute."

He nods before he holds up a finger. "Just a minute."

"Take all the time you need, baby boy."

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floralcyanide · 1 year

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Last Chance to Lose Your Keys

Austin Butler x Reader

request: Can you write a fanfic we’re Austin is so madly in love with the reader and wants to be more then friends they start dating and have the time of their life while together. And the reader can be whatever you want and the story can also be who ever you want. But can the two have a kiss I the fanfic at times. by @austinstyles

warnings: from Austin's POV, gender neutral reader, fluff.

summary: Austin has some trouble with how he feels about you, but what he doesn't know is that you feel the same.

word count:1063

author’s note: hello hello! here's the 4th request for my 2k celebration! I hope everyone enjoys (:

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"I've been thinking about you and me girl, and we've got something going on.”

You’ve got this. You’ve totally got this.

I brush off my button-up for the tenth time, trying my best to get rid of the non-existent wrinkles. I tousle my freshly cut hair a little again, studying my reflection in the mirror timidly. Shaking myself out, I take a few deep breaths before forcing myself away from the mirror and out of my bedroom. I quickly grab my keys and head out of the front door, trying to convince myself that my plan will go exactly how I keep imagining it. Today was going to be the day.

Trying to keep myself pumped up, I played some Elvis on the way to Y/N’s house. We were having a movie night like we always do every weekend, but this time it was different. This time, I’m telling them how I feel about them. Usually, I’m cool and collected, but whenever I’m around them, that facade just melts away. I find myself stuttering and struggling to find the right words to say. I get this fluttery feeling in my stomach, and my heart races every time we hang out. We’ve been friends for so long, and a part of me is afraid they don’t feel the same about me. But I guess we’re about to find out.

When I pull up to Y/N’s place, my heart begins to thump wildly in my chest, and my palms start feeling clammy. I remind myself to take deep breaths, so I don’t get too overwhelmed. I force myself out of my car and make my way toward their front door. I stand there awkwardly for a moment, wondering if I should knock on the door and go through with this. What if they don’t feel the same? What if they laugh in my face? What if-

“Hey, Aus! You okay?” they open the door, their face falling in concern at my visible nervousness.

“Oh, yeah, of course! Just had too much coffee, is all,” I lie, smiling to cover it up.

Y/N steps aside for me to walk through the doorway, and I enter their place. They go to sit on the couch and motion for me to join them. There are snacks all over the coffee table, ranging from popcorn to sweets. I sit down on the couch but not directly next to them. They furrow their eyebrows at me for a moment but then focus their attention on the tv.

“So, what are we watching tonight?” they ask me, scrolling through the various streaming apps.

“I haven’t had time to think about that,” I say, “Maybe we can finish watching that show we started a few weeks ago?”

“Good idea,” Y/N says, opening Netflix.

I try to focus on the show, but my mind wanders anxiously. How do I bring up that I need to talk to them without worrying them? What do I even say? I can’t just blurt out, “Hey! I am lowkey in love with you!” I try to push away the thoughts, turning my attention back on the show. But still, my imagination keeps getting the best of me. For a while, everything seems fine. Well, to me, anyway. We’re into our second episode of the night when Y/N suddenly pauses the show.

“Are you okay? You’re acting weird,” they frown, studying my face for any giveaways.

“Of course I’m okay, and why do you say that?” I scratch my head.

“Because you have hardly said a word so far, you haven’t dug into any snacks, and this show always makes you laugh, and you haven’t laughed once.”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair, “I’ve been thinking about you and I. A lot.”

“What about you and I?” they ask, a concerned expression still etched on their face.

“I have feelings for you,” I gulp.

A look of realization crosses their face, and then a big smile.

“So you’re telling me the Austin Butler has a crush on me?” Y/N jokes.

“Yes,” I say, nervously looking them in the eye, searching for any hint of rejection.

“I have feelings for you too, I’m not gonna lie,” they confess, scratching the back of their neck, “I figured I’d have to hide it forever, but I’m glad I don’t have to anymore.”

“Really?” I ask, raising my eyebrows in surprise. They like me back?

“Yes, really,” they chuckle, “But the thing is, what are we gonna do about it?”

“I have a few ideas,” I say, feeling bold.

“And what are they?”

“This,” I say, moving closer to Y/N and grabbing the back of their neck, pulling them into a kiss.

They kiss back, and I try not to smile into the embrace. Finally.

The rest of the evening is spent watching the show and cuddling on the couch. We decided to take things slow and plan a first date, nothing too serious. A coffee date that following Monday is the final decision. We sit in the back of the coffeehouse, where it’s somewhat private, and we often sneak kisses when there’s no one around.

“I like kissing you,” Y/N smiles when she pulls away from yet another kiss.

“I like kissing you, too,” I smile back, and it feels like there are hearts where my eyes should be.

That Friday, we went out to dinner and had a great time. When we leave, I sneak my hand into theirs as we walk to the car. They beam at me, their face bashful at the gesture. We arrive at their home, and I walk them to their door, our hands still grasping each other.

“I had fun,” Y/N says, and I nod in agreement.

“We should definitely do it again sometime,” I say, looking into their eyes.

They lean into me, connecting our lips for the first time tonight. I let go of their hand, running my now free hand around the back of their head and through their hair. After a few minutes, we both reluctantly pulled away.

“See you later,” they say, smiling at me before heading inside.

I stand there momentarily, wondering how I should surprise them with another date. As I walk back to the car, I keep mentally pinching myself because I can’t believe this is real and they like me back. I never thought I’d be so lucky.

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blurredcolour · 2 years

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Found

Summary: Living in Germany while working on your latest film, you run into someone quite unexpected. Can the two of you move past the events of the last seventeen months and find a way forward?

Part Four of Production. Read Stuck (Part One), Caught (Part Two), and Lost (Part Three).

Pairing: Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Angst, Awkward Conversations, Brief Mentions of COVID-19 Protocols, Mentions of Illness, Heights, Alcohol Consumption, Soft!Austin, Water, Mentions of Infidelity (if you squint), Tears, Fluff!, Language, Mentions of Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ Only

Disclaimer: For entertainment purposes only. This story is in no way based on fact. It is simply the product of my fevered brain which just keeps on going.

Word Count: 6148 👀

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The crack of thunder is the only warning you have before the skies open in a deluge of driving rain. The supermarket is just two blocks from your apartment in Duisburg, Germany. The short distance had given you a false sense of security about the threatening weather and now you are completely exposed to the elements.

The natural human reaction to pouring rain causes you to hunch down and walk faster, as though reduced height and increased speed could somehow limit the number of raindrops that hit you. Just one more block. Your shoes are squelching from the unavoidable puddles on the sidewalk. You hustle around the corner onto the street where your temporary lodgings are, abruptly smacking into a solid wall of human.

You’re gasping out apologies, first in English, and then quickly repeating them in some questionable German. Warm hands wrap around your biceps to steady you. The heat of their palms makes the hair on your arms stand on end. Your heart begins to race, and you slowly look up to see that it is in fact a similarly soaked-to-the-skin Austin.

“I finally found you.” He breathes. It’s a whisper, barely audible above the reverberation of the rain on the pavement. The expression on his face is pure shock and awe, as though you were some incredible, mythical archaeological find.

You are speechless as the groceries slip lower in your hands. Hands that are no longer functioning. The rain encourages the bags to slide directly onto the pavement. You can see goosebumps on his skin, the shiver as the wind picks up, snapping you out of your trance. You quickly pick up your things and notice a car across the street with a camera…damn paparazzi…

“Come on.” You manage to form comprehensible words and lead him into your building. Your shoes are squeaking in unison on the stairs as you climb up to the rented, fully furnished flat. You love the light from skylights, but the climb to the fourth floor is an effort when you’re numb from shock. You unlock the door and lead him into the small studio apartment, toeing off your shoes before putting the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. You’re buying time as you go to the linen cupboard, grabbing towels for both of you, and a robe for him.

You’d given an excellent speech not two weeks ago in the shower as you’d imagined him showing up on your doorstep. Witty, concise, eloquent…but all your bravado must have gone down the drain as, now that he is here…you really don’t know what to say.

He’s still standing in the entryway, dripping on the doormat. He seems dumbstruck to be in your presence once more after so long, eyes following your every move as if you might disappear again. You hold out a towel and the large robe supplied by the landlord.

“Here. You can change in the bathroom.” It would not be of any use to either of you to have him catch his death on your doorstep.

You make the rounds, closing the curtains in case that photographer is out there still lurking with their camera, and quickly change your own clothes once he’s closed the door to the bathroom. You throw them in the washing machine, waiting to add his before you start it. Your appreciation for clothing would not allow you to just dry something that had been recently worn. It had to be washed or the dirt would be baked in.

You inspect the damage done to the groceries from their fall as you towel dry your hair…four cracked eggs. You put them into a bowl to cook for dinner, sliding the rest of the groceries away while you wait. Your heart has been pounding since you first felt his hands on your skin…your body singing its usual siren song to throw yourself into his arms. Almost a year-and-a-half on and nothing has changed, apparently.

He steps out of the bathroom in the robe, his damp curls brushed back carelessly. He’s holding his wet clothes, head cocked in silent question.

“In the washer. Then I’ll dry them.”

He walks over to throw them in, dangerously close to you and you fight the sigh at the scent of his cologne. He watches as you get it running. The sound of the driving rain against the roof and skylights, the hum of the washing machine, are the only sounds in the otherwise silent space. You turn to look up at him properly. His hair is back to its natural colour, his skin still tanned from time in the sun wherever he’s been, his eyes look tired…

“Why are you here?” You finally break the silence at the same time as he asks, “Where did you go?”

You swallow roughly and gesture to the living room, moving to sit in the chair to automatically create distance. Your traitorous body would not get in the way this time.

“Home.” You replied. “My contract was done. They took my phone and my pass, and I boarded a plane.”

He sits on the couch opposite you, crossing his legs in a display of modesty. You are grateful; his proximity is already caressing you from across the small coffee table.

“You vanished…I got out of the hospital, and you were gone…eventually someone replied to all my texts, saying that I had the wrong number…God, where do you even live?”

A bitter laugh escapes you before you supplied him with the answer.

“We…we never talked at all….” He exhales.

You shake your head.

“Not for the last three months of production. Not about the important things, anyway. Austin, why are you here?” You repeat your earlier question.

He looks almost hurt at your words.

“I never stopped trying to find you, but no one could tell me…not the studio, not personnel, not Baz, not Catherine…”

You feel heat creeping into your cheeks as Catherine most assuredly could guess that something had passed between you and Austin…her invitation to the premiere must have come with more than one motive. You feel bitterness bubble up in your chest next, pure venom that you want to spit at him: never stopped even when you were banging the model? You physically shake the thought from your head…you don’t want to fight with him…it won’t accomplish anything.

“Outside of that trailer, I was never more than a wardrobe tech caring for your costumes…it would be a breach of privacy to tell you anything I guess.” You swallowed as you’ve still managed to hurt him, his eyes widening as they seek yours.

“You know you are so much more than that though…” His voice croaks slightly.

“Do I, Austin?” You reply tremulously, eyes brimming with tears. “We never talked. And then circumstances tore us apart and I’ve spent the last year-and-a-half trying to figure out what the fuck happened…” You roughly brush away the tears that have fallen onto your cheeks.

The anguish in his voice as he says your name, spoken in protest against your words, grips your heart and clenches it in a fist. You take a shuddering breath.

“I usually take a break between jobs…spend some time at home…but I’ve been moving from job to job to job since last spring…running…” You’re confessing this to yourself as much as to him. “And your success followed me no matter when I ended up.” You give him a pointed look…her name is unspoken but you hope he can decipher your meaning.

His hands rake through his hair mercilessly, tears clinging to his eyelashes as he can’t even look at you now.

“Everything fell apart…my body…us…I was trying so hard to hold it all together and it blew up right in my face. You were the only thing in my life that made any sense, and I never even took five seconds to just fucking tell you that.” His voice is thick with emotion and you’re wiping fresh tears off your cheeks. You’d never seen him so emotionally vulnerable.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you weren’t there anymore.” His eyes flick up to meet yours again. “I was so lost inside that man…I’ve just been letting life happen to me. Who the fuck knows if any of the projects I’ve done since are any good.” His hand scrapes down his face, shaking as it wipes his tears away. “It was never my intention to hurt you…it just happened, she was there, and I was so raw and she…numbed the pain for a while. But I never stopped looking.” He finishes firmly, eyes meeting yours with a pointed look of his own.

It’s your turn to look down, swallowing painfully. “I’m sorry…I fucked that part up. But, I didn’t really have your number for personal use and then everything came so fast. I’d just heard you were in the hospital and...that was really hard. Knowing I couldn’t be there for you, had no right in any one else’s eyes. I respect your privacy and I would never do something like announce our…whatever…to anyone without your consent. They reset the phone right in front of me, like they were doing me a fucking favour.” Your breath shudders as your tears are falling consistently now. “I never could have taken your number without your consent either…” You manage a glance up at him but quickly cover your face as he’s somehow looking at you with affection mixed into the pain – you, the one who’d fucked up.

You don’t see his hands reach out toward you before pulling back with clenched fists. “I fucked up, too. I am so sorry…I’m sorry that we never talked…that I never properly expressed how much you mean to me. I'm sorry that I scared you, that I hurt…” His voice cracks, and he clears his throat, “That I hurt you. I’m sorry that I was an utter fool, and it was plastered all over the internet.”

By the time he finishes his statement, your hands have slowly lowered down to rest in your lap, somewhat stunned at the litany of apologies he’s delivering. You exhaled slowly as the last was the most meaningful.

“Thank you.” You murmur, sniffling a little.

“You also deserve to know that I am no longer with her. It was a disaster from the start, and it was so unfair to her when I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

The beeping of the washer, signalling that the load of the laundry is done, startles the two of you. You both chuckle briefly before you get up, grabbing a few tissues from the box on the desk before setting it on the coffee table in front of him. After changing the machine’s settings to dry, you turn to him.

“Are you…hungry or anything?”

He blows his nose and nods sheepishly. “I kinda just…got in a taxi at the airport and came right here.”

Your heart melts a little and you open the fridge. “I need to use some eggs. Do you like eggs?”

“Let’s make omelettes…” He strides into the kitchen easily, thanks to those long legs, and disposes of his pile of tissues, washing his hands. “What vegetables do you have?”

You pull out some tomatoes, kale and an onion. “Cheese? I’ve got cheddar, feta, parm…”

“Feta” He nods and fishes around for a bowl, fully breaking the cracked eggs into it before whisking them.

You find the cutting board and a knife, slicing the onion. Your hands are still shaking a little and your grip on the onion is not quite what it should be. It rolls suddenly and you hiss as the edge of the knife sinks into the side of your finger. In a blur of movement, your hand is suddenly cupped in his as he’s inspecting your cut with concern on his features.

You can feel the callouses on his fingertips…he’s still playing guitar…the heat from his hand is soaking into your skin, the scent of him wrapping around you…drawing you in. You tense and pull back quickly, stumbling into the counter behind you.

“Don’t!” You exclaim and you can see the word has physically slapped him across the face. Fresh tears are collecting in his eyes, and you shake your head quickly. “Not…not, not…ever again just…” You take a deep breath to collect your thoughts. “I can’t think straight when you’re touching me.” The statement makes him swallow thickly, heat colouring your cheeks.

“Passion has never been our problem…I want to talk to you today…get to know you more, not just your body….”

His eyes look up to yours, unsure. You nod softly. “I’m not saying no…just not right now?” Your hands itch to reach out and cup his cheeks reassuringly…to immediately invalidate your request. You had to be strong, or else you’d both end up right back in hell. “I’m sorry I startled you.” You add gently before grabbing a tissue to staunch the bleeding from your cut, passing him another one for his eyes, before you bandage your finger in the bathroom.

When you step back into the kitchen, all the prep is done and he’s heating the pan on the stovetop.

“I will admit I’ve never successfully made an omelette; they always fall apart and end up as fancy scrambled eggs.” You murmur.

You’re rewarded with a crooked grin before he talks you through the process, adding his own tips. Who knew eggs could be so fascinating. You watch him work, riveted, until he’s warning you that you need plates. You quickly grab two, holding one out to receive the first omelette. You stash it in the microwave to keep it warm as he repeats the process with the remaining ingredients.

“Do you like cooking?” You ask, genuinely curious as he seems very comfortable in the kitchen.

“When I have time? Yes…” He smirks ruefully and returns the favour. “How about you?”

“When I have the energy.” You reply with a nod, receiving the second omelette on the other plate and setting them at the small dining table with glasses of water for each of you.

The two of you sit down to your simple meal, volleying questions back and forth. As you continue to learn about each other, you only yearn to know more and more. You don’t realize how much time has passed until the room is so dim that you get up to turn on a light. The clothes are long dried, the food long eaten, but you still haven’t run out of topics. Three months of conversations compressed into one afternoon.

“How long are you here?” He asks as you sit back down with a pitcher of water.

His hair has dried into an unruly mop of curls that are begging to be played with. You keep your hands busy by refilling your water glasses.

“Until September…I haven’t started looking for another project yet...I might need a break.” You admit. “And you’re starting…Dune?”

He nods as he takes a sip. “I’m headed to Budapest first. Abu Dhabi, and Jordan after that.”

“Are you…staying in Germany for bit?” You try to ask casually but your voice is definitely full of hope.

“I would like to see you again before I go. If I can? I will find a hotel. What is your schedule?” He smiles cautiously after the words rush out of him.

The fact that this man can still make you blush is remarkable. “I am off again tomorrow before night shifts the rest of the week.” You pause before nodding. “I would like to see you again, too. Let me give you my number.” You make a bit of a show of pulling out your phone, earning a laugh as you do what should have been done so many months ago. You even send him a text to prove that you are once again connected to each another.

- You found me -

He smiles softly as he reads the message, but you blink as you suddenly realize you don’t know how he did it.

“How did you…” You begin to ask and he’s replying before you even finish your question.

“Taylor. They friended me on Instagram back in 2020, during lockdown. I was finally cleaning up my DMs when I saw a message from them. All I saw was your name. By the time I replied, you had moved from London to Germany, but I would never have found you without their help.”

“That meddlesome little…” You laugh fondly. You definitely would be sending them a thank you gift of epic proportions.

The dryer beeps yet another reminder that it has finished its job and you jump as it is honestly the first time you’ve heard it. Getting up, you pull the clothes out of the dryer, folding yours into a pile on top of the machine, putting his in the basket. He takes it from you gratefully, having followed you over, and dresses in the bathroom before stepping back into the living room. You catch the fatigue on his face in that moment, when he thinks you’re not looking, and you remain standing.

“Would you mind if we called it a night, I’m pretty tired.” You use yourself as the excuse and he nods with a gentle smile.

It turns to a grimace as he slides his feet back into his wet shoes and you press your lips together to hold back the laugh in your throat.

“Well I...I will see you tomorrow.” He smiles, scratching the back of his neck and turns to unlock the door.

You hesitate a moment, biting your lip in thought, before speaking up.

“I’m going to hug you goodnight. If that’s ok?” You tack on at the end, confidence still a bit rocky.

He turns back to you, holding his arms open in invitation and you step into them, wrapping your arms around his waist. You press into him as he hugs you so tight you feel like all your broken pieces might fit back together, eventually.

You look up to him and smile tearfully.

“Thank you.” You don’t expound on what for…it’s truly for everything.

“Thank you.” He counters and slowly releases you, obviously willing to play by any rule that allows you to be back in his life. “Sleep well.”

“You, too.” You say as you step back to watch him leave.

He’s not gone five minutes before your phone buzzes with a message from him. You smile warmly, drying your hands from the dishpan, before you lay on the couch and exchange a flurry of messages. He sends you links to a bunch of local attractions, asking you to weigh in, but your only intimation of what you’ll be doing together is when he asks if you are afraid of heights. You reply that you are not. Then you exchange goodnight messages.

The next morning, you spend far longer than usual choosing your outfit. Up to this point you’d only spent time with him in the dark of his trailer, sneaking about. It would be a real date, and someone somewhere would see a picture of you with him. Judgements would be made that would reflect on him. You grumble at yourself, trying to focus on dressing just for you and him. Your relationship was complicated enough - the rest of the world be damned.

You’re finally ready when your phone buzzes, he’s waiting downstairs in a car. You make a point of grabbing your umbrella as you rush out the door, hurrying down. You keep your head lowered as you walk over to the car, sliding in on the empty side. Once it’s pulling away you look to him, smiling warmly.

“Good morning.” You say, feeling slightly shy all of a sudden. It was like your relationship was running in reverse, from you with your head between his thighs, his cock buried in your throat, all the way back to the awkward first date.

“Morning” He smiles brightly and the warmth of his gaze soaks into your skin like the sun, easing your tension somewhat.

“So do I get any hints at all?” You ask, looking out the window trying to discern where you’re going.

His blue eyes sparkle with mischief as he shakes his head and all you can do is laugh. The buildings are getting more and more sparse until it’s nothing but farms and countryside.

You look back to him and raise an eyebrow. He gestures with his chin for you to look out your window again. Out in a field you see a splash of colour. You lean in for a better look as something begins to rise from the ground, vaguely spherical. You gasp as it clicks.

“A hot air balloon?!” Your voice squeaks a little. “How did you even…in one day?!”

His lips curl into a rather smug grin…it was the first smile you’d ever seen that actually looks like the cat that ate the canary.

“Devious…” You mutter in admiration. You automatically pull out your phone to take pictures but stop and look to him. “Are you ok if I take pictures?”

He nods and licks his lips, the urge to kiss you is making them hum. “Thank you for asking.”

You’re distracted by that tongue but manage a nod. You take a few photos as you get closer before the driver parks and you both climb out. You take another photo before following after Austin as he walks over to speak with the…pilot?

You swallow as he’s wearing a pair of jeans that love his ass as much as you do…Oh, and there’s a t-shirt too, but your attention was definitely on the first. The two of them are looking at you, so you speed up your pace, catching up. The pilot gives you a run down of what to expect, the safety rules, and then gets you each to sign a waiver. You step into the basket…it’s small, you’re close to both of them. You jump slightly at the woosh of flame, filling the balloon with hot air, and look to Austin.

“I’m going to hold your hand.” You reach out and his hand meets your, fingers lacing. Your cheeks flush from the contact, but the sensation of lifting off the ground pulls your attention away from the buzz of the skin-to-skin contact. You gasp as the ground falls away, the balloon pulling you higher and higher. You’re pressing tighter and tighter to him, hugging his arm by this point.

“You doing ok?” He leans down to softly speak into your ear, and you nod in reply.

“It’s incredible.” You take a few photos but mostly force yourself to drink in the scenery with your eyes. So much of what you saw came through the lens of something…it was important to view it as it really was. You see him picking up the camera that you now notice is hanging around his neck.

“Do you need your hand back?”

He nods sheepishly and you release his arm, sliding your fingers from his. You grip the side of the basket instead, just needing that bit of security as you’re very far from the ground now. The rivers below glisten with diamonds in the sunlight, the morning fog in the fields is slowly burning off as the day grows warmer. You hear the click of the shutter and turn to look at what he’s photographed…the mountains in the distance.

“This is amazing…” You breathe softly.

He lifts his camera, lens pointed at you. “May I?”

“Uh…yeah sure, if you want…Do you want me to…look at you or away?”

“Just do whatever you like.” He smiles encouragingly. Your lips echo his smile of their own accord…each of his smiles feel like a warm embrace…and you hear the shutter click. You laugh a little, not used to being the subject of photos. It turns into a gasp as a flock of birds take off from the field below, startled by another woosh of flame in the balloon.

They fly so close you feel like you could reach out and touch them. You twist and turn your head as they climb higher on a current of air before taking off into the distance, oblivious to the sounds of the shutter as he’s snapping away happily.

“Will you take one with me?” He asks, pulling your attention back to him. His camera is back hanging around his neck, his phone is in his hand. You nod softly and shuffle closer. He adjusts his height by bending his knees so the two of you are easily in the frame together. His long arm finds just the right angle and you smile warmly at where you think the camera is. “Thank you.” He squeezes your shoulder as he puts his phone away before he tenses and pulls his hand back.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes softly.

Shaking your head quickly you reach up and take it, lacing your fingers together again. He relaxes and you see that you’ve crossed the river and are slowly descending to a nearby field. There’s a boat sitting at the end of a dock, and you wonder what that person is up to today…if they’re having as good a day as you are.

“Oh, good they’re here…” He murmurs and you turn to look at him with wide eyes.

“That boat is…for us?!” Your voice squeaking again, making him laugh richly.

“I hope so otherwise we’re swimming back. This balloon is a one-way trip.”

You shake your head, speechless. The landing is smooth, just one bump and you’re back on solid ground. You both thank the pilot profusely for the incredible experience before Austin takes your hand again, leading you over to the dock.

He greets the…captain? Apparently, you needed to brush up on the terminology for those who operated different modes of transportation. You look at the mid-sized boat curiously. It has a large deck in the back, with the pilot house on a level above. There are stairs leading down to a lower deck as well. He helps you step from the dock onto the gently undulating boat, taking you to sit on the plush seats in the bow.

“You are absolutely spoiling me, Austin Butler, you know that?” You ask as you take it all in.

“That was absolutely the plan.” He replies proudly. He looks down to your entwined hands, thumb stroking along the side of yours. You shiver a little, the sensation resonating throughout your whole being. But you don’t feel the need to pull back…you’re less afraid in the light of day, having had time to process…he’s really here, and he really still likes you.

You lean your shoulder against his a little as the…crew? They cast off the lines and the boat is underway, cutting through the water of the river smoothly. You still have no idea where you’re going, where you even are, but you are caring less and less as the two of you chat and take in the experience. After about an hour, one of the crew, you feel confident in that term now, come to tell you lunch is ready. You are startled and look to Austin, confused. That damn grin again.

He leads you to the back deck where there’s now a table laid with local food. There are several courses too, each with a different local wine pairing, including the best dessert you’ve ever eaten. You cannot help the noises of delight that you are making as you eat it.

You notice he’s not eating his dessert and look to his face to see him watching you intently, his blue eyes darker…you knew that look.

“Do…are you not enjoying your dessert?”

“Oh I am.” He replies, voice nearly an octave deeper than usual. Heat blooms in your stomach and you swallow thickly.

Taking your fork, you prep a bite from his plate and hold it out in offering to him. He glances at it, leaning forward to scrape it from the fork with his lips, eyes still locked on yours. Even though you’re in the open air, it is difficult to breathe. You lick your lips and repeat the process, offering him another bite, watching his mouth intently. The tension between you snaps as the footfalls of one of the crew sound on the stairs…someone is coming to clear the table. You sit back in your seat properly and take the last bite of your own before they clear it all away.

Austin stands and offers you his hand, leading you back to the bow where you sit shoulder to shoulder. Nearly three hours have passed since you boarded the boat when you’re approaching another large city. You look to him as it slows, nearing a dock.

“I thought we could just…walk around?” He asks.

You nod enthusiastically, the crew helping you disembark. You notice there are other people waiting with things to load onto the boat, but he pulls you away with that impossible grin on his lips again. As you walk along the river front there are shops, cafés, gorgeous historical buildings…You browse the stores, each buying little things that interest you, before stopping at a café. You both take photos of the stunning architecture, and you realize that the random modes of transportation have rather confounded the paparazzi…you haven’t noticed anyone overtly following you. Definitely random fans on the street who think they are more subtle than they are, but nothing professional, nothing aggressive.

The bell of the cathedral in the square strikes five o’clock and he looks to you, squeezing your hand.

“We should head back.”

You nod quickly and you make your way back to the pier where the crew welcome you warmly. There’s no obvious explanation for what they’ve been up to in your absence, and though you’re still very curious, you walk with Austin to the bow to begin the journey back to where you had started.

“Austin?” You look up to him.

“Hmm?” He looks down to you softly.

“This has probably been the best day of my life. Thank you.”

His cheeks colour noticeably…you’ve only ever seen them that shade when he is about to cum…you clear your throat in a warning to yourself, squeezing his hand. After an hour the crew-member is back, there’s dinner too?

“If you’re trying to win an award, you can ease up there…you’ve already accomplished best day of my life…” You tease him warmly and you sit down to another incredible meal.

After you’ve finished, you stand to stretch slowly, arms reaching to the sky. You turn back to him with a smile before your jaw drops in awe. The sky behind him is a riot of oranges, pinks, blues, and purples as the sun dramatically lights the smattering of clouds on its way down below the horizon. It’s like a work of art and he belongs right in the middle of it.

“Can I take your picture?” You ask, pulling out your phone.

He nods his ascent and stays exactly where he is, well practiced from the countless photoshoots. You take a few shots before coming back to sit with him, passing him the phone.

“Do you like any of them?” You asked.

“These are really nice..” He nods with a warm smile, passing the phone back to you before he kneels on the bench at the railing to take a few shots himself.

You sit on the bench beside him. Watching him, watching the sky. He uses up the last of his roll before turning to sit beside you properly.

“I’m going to give you a hug.” You state before slotting yourself into his arms, squeezing him tightly.

He chuckles a little. “You know, every time you say something like that, I think about that character played by Rachel Weisz in the Mummy…” His chin is resting on the top of your head and his voice thrums through you.

Your eyes light up in recognition. “I am a librarian, and I am going to kiss you!”

You feel him tense and pull back to sit up fully, eyes tracing the features of his face. They land on the tiny slash of silvery skin above his right eye. The scar he earned from filming concert scenes. Rather than striking you as an imperfection, it only enhances your impression that he is a work of art. You reach up to gently trace it with your fingertip. You swallow thickly as you see his eyes flick to your mouth. You are close…so close you can feel his breath hit your lips…mingle with your own.

“Can I kiss you…” You exhale in barely a whisper, and you are momentarily transported back to the dimly lit trailer, fighting with the zipper on his costume.

His approach is markedly different this time, hands cupping your cheeks gently, as though you are made of fragile glass. He closes the distance between you with a painfully sweet slowness, your heart aching at his tenderness. Finally, finally, his lips meet yours in an open-mouthed kiss, tongue barely brushing against yours. Your synapses eventually manage to fire a message to your brain; he’s letting you set the pace. You slide your arms around his waist, hands splayed against his back as you press closer to him, tongue sliding along his.

His right hand shifts to cup the back of your head as he tilts slightly to the left, deepening the kiss, tongue twining with yours. You are somewhat mortified to you admit you purr at that. Rather than laugh at your expense, though, he echoes it with a similar noise. Your fingers curl slightly to grasp at his shirt as your body is flooded with oxytocin, your neurological reward system singing his praises. Finally.

A passing freighter blasts its horn, rudely reminding you that you are very much in public, and you pull back slightly, sighing softly. His eyes are watching you tenderly, lips kiss-stung and calling to you for more attention. You swallow roughly, deciding to be the adult here. The last thing he needed was pictures of him kissing someone new so close to a breakup.

“When do you leave?” You wince as the words leave your mouth - what a shitty topic you’ve picked.

“Tomorrow…” He replies with a sigh. “In the morning.”

Nodding, you gently try and tame a lock of his hair the wind has teased out of place.

“I’ve never been to Budapest…” You say thoughtfully and his eyes are roving your face with intensity.

“Will you come visit?” He nearly trips over the words in his haste to ask.

You nod quickly, fingers tracing along his cheek bone. “I’d love to.” His smile blasts you with the full force of the sun, swelling your heart to bursting.

You lean in to kiss him softly once more, his fingers flexing in your hair, holding you there until you hear footsteps on the deck. He pulls back, keeping the moment private, between the two of you.

“We will be docking in 20 minutes, Mr. Butler.” The member of the crew informs you both with a nod before stepping back to begin clearing the table.

You hug Austin again warmly before pulling back fully, entwining your fingers with his just out of sight of the traffic of the port. You thank each and every one of the crew members as they help you disembark for the last time, following Austin in the deepening twilight toward the same car from the morning. The drive back to your apartment passes in companionable silence, fingers laced together, your head resting on his shoulder.

As the car pulls up in front of your building, you look to him.

“Let me walk you up.” He lifts your hand to kiss the back of it before sliding out. You make your way up the same stairs as yesterday, feeling very different…time could change so much. You step into the apartment with him and his arms pull you close in a crushing embrace. “I’m going to miss you.” He confesses, voice shaking a little.

You wrap your arms around him tightly, as though you could squeeze the doubt right out of him.

“It’s not like last time.” You say reassuringly, looking up at him. “I assure you; I’m not going anywhere.” You reach up to cup his cheek. “I will be here…I will come see you…We will figure this out.” You pull his lips down to yours and he kisses you with the desperation of a man starved. It leaves you both breathless as he pulls back, eyes boring into yours, wet with fresh tears.

“Promise?” He asks softly.

“I swear it.” You nod firmly.

You seal your promise with one last kiss before he slowly pulls back…he has to go, has to pack, has to focus on his upcoming role.

“You won’t lose me again.” You say reassuringly, leaning on the door jamb, and he finally allows himself to let you out of his sight, heading down the stairs to the waiting car.

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Read Reunited (Part Five)

Bonus: GIF of Rachel Weisz's line from The Mummy (1999)

Credit - Myself because no GIF of the full line existed...

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Take Me Home

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Summary: Reader and Austin have a lazy day together at home with some smut at the end. A/N: This was actually a request but I accidentally deleted it (my bad). I loved the request so much that I decided to rewrite everything because I love sleepy Austin (and I am painfully single). I'm pretty sure the requester asked for smut but I can't really remember. Also, why tf is his laugh so cute in this gif? That shirt must be considered public indecency or something. Rating: M Pairings: Austin Butler Word Count: 1.5k (don't ask me how) Warnings: fingering, handjob, degradation, p in v sex, cockwarming (because I'm a whore), other sex stuff? IDK

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The soft sheets of the bed and duvet laying over top of you did wonders to quell cold air but the single best heater in the world went by the name of Austin Butler. Said heater was currently tucked into the fold of your neck, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, and his hands under your sweatshirt.

He had gone to sleep shirtless last night despite the freezing temperatures and your warnings. In his sleep, he had slowly crept closer and closer to you until he had practically crawled into your skin; which you had absolutely no qualms with. If the repercussion of him not wearing a shirt to bed was that he was wrapped around you by morning, you wouldn't be the one to correct him on his behavior.

You had been awake for at least the last hour but you were content to lay with Austin in your arms. You raked your hands through his soft locks and your other hand up and down his back in circles. The Sun had started to peak through the curtains and shone beautifully against his naked back and golden hair. He sleepily pushed his head deeper into your chest with his lips against your collarbone and tightened his arms around you. He was starting to wake up.

You could probably fall back asleep if you tried, but you rarely woke up before Austin so you would be damned if you let this chance slip away.

"Mmmm Good morning baby" he said as he kissed your collarbone and chest again. His deep voice rumbled against your chest and neck as he spoke.

"Good morning Austin." He could hear the smile in your voice as you hugged him even tighter. There went any plans of holding him for the rest of the morning. Austin reached behind you to reach for his phone on the nightstand.

"It's only 9 we can sleep a little more, can't we?" Austin was usually a morning person so the fact that he wanted to sleep in was worrisome.

"Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?" You pull his head away from your chest with your hands to get a good look at his face. He looked exhausted.

" Yeah, I just had a lot of press to do yesterday so it drained me a bit." You let him put his head back in your chest.

"I will say that having my head in your boobs makes me feel infinitely better."

The laugh that left your lips was Austins favorite sound. He could feel its vibrations against his cheek and he swore that he had never heard something so beautiful.

"Well, you seem exhausted so I give you permission to use them as pillows if you so choose. I want to sleep some more too."

"Well, your highness if you insist." And both of you drifted into a serene sleep.

You awoke 2 hours later to Austin laying open-mouthed kisses along your clavicle and leaving hickeys in his wake. He lifted his head to look at your face as

"Hey baby, you awake yet?" My God, he thought. You looked breathtaking. The sun was shining into your hair and skin and almost lighting you up from the inside. You were both laying on your sides and Austin pulled you closer to push his knee between your legs.

"Austin w-what are you doing?" You knew exactly what he was planning but hearing the way he spoke to you when he was hot and bothered for you made whatever came next even better.

"How bout' I show you instead of telling?" As he spoke, he moved his hand from around your waist to the waistband of your pants. He inched his hand down further and further into your pants until he parted your lower lips and slowly rubbed circled around your clit.

"aah Aus-Austin, i wan- want", you moved your head up to catch his eyes so you could tell what you wanted but he seemed to already understand. He used his other hand to hold the side of your face and pulled you closer to him and only when you felt like you might burst, did he finally place his lips over yours.

He kissed you so lovingly that it almost made you cry. He pressed his thumb against your clit and when you opened your mouth to call his name, he slipped his tongue inside. Austin was a starved man and he kissed you like he hadn't had the pleasure in years and rubbed circles around your entrance asking for permission.

"Please Austin-"

He didn't wait for you to finish. He inserted his finger knuckle by knuckle to get you acquainted with his thick finger. He used his thumb to keep working your clit and the pleasure only intensified when he eventually found the one spot that made you see stars behind your eyes. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to touch him so badly that your fingers were aching and twitching.

"Austin let me t-touch you hmm? Please I wanna feel you."

His answering groan told you all you needed before you reached forward to pull his pants and underwear down to reveal his aching length. He was practically dripping and he panted as you encircled your palm around him and began to pump.

"That's it baby girl you feel so good ugh, you're doing me so well". A whimper escaped your lips at the obscene words he spoke and as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you.

He was almost out of breath when he said, "Can I put it in baby? I need to feel you around me. I know you'll be so warm and ti-"

"Yes! pleeeeease Austin I ca-can't wait anymore."

The smirk on his face and the look in his eyes was absolutely filthy. He pulled your leg farther into the air to slide into your aching hole. His tip teased your entrance for what felt like forever until all of a sudden he was inside of you.

" Umh baby you squeeze me so well. Your tight little cunt is practically begging for me hmm? I know you love getting fucked like this in the mornings. You're a horny little slut aren't you?"

His sentences came accompanied by a thrust of his length and a kiss on your neck.

"You're so b-big Austin. You always fill me up so well." He thrust harder and deeper into you in response to the praise. he brought his hand down from your face to your clit as a reward.

"Aus-Austin im gonna- im gonna cum soon." The moans and whimpers leaving your lips grew louder and winner as he kissed, licked, thrust, and rubbed you everywhere. You could feel everything everywhere all at once.

"Me too baby, do you want it inside?" Austin was also panting and moaning into your neck as he spoke. He wanted to be inside of you forever. He would never tire of how wet you got for him or the whimpers you let out when he got you close to your end.

Austin kept working your clit and thrusting until he felt you start twitching around him.

"Are you almost there baby, i can feel you twitching around me, your little cunt was made just for me." He thrust deeper and harder as he climax drew near.

" No one will ever fuck you like I can huh? I ruined you for anyone else."

"Austin! uh you feel so good. Finish inside of me Austin, please. Can I, can I cum now?" The pleasure was building up so fast and you were starting to get black spots in your vision.

"Yes baby let me feel it, I wanna feel you all wet just for me." He groaned and thrust deeper into you making the bed frame shake with his force. Your body started shaking and he dropped his head into your neck as his hips stuttered.

Austin's cum glazed the inside of you as both of you came together with moans and groans so loud the neighbors would likely be bothered. Austin collapsed on top of you with his length still shoved impossibly deep into you. He tried to reach for the towel in the drawer of the nightstand but you hugged him closer to you.

" Keep it in, I wanna be able to feel you inside of me while I sleep." Your breathy voice tickled his ears and neck as you spoke.

He groaned and lulled his head into your chest "Jesus fuck baby you're gonna make me hard again." Despite his words, he came up to give you a sensual kiss on the lips and tucked your head into his chest as he reached down to cover the both of you with blankets.

You both fell asleep and didn't wake up until well into the afternoon when the sun was setting and the room had gotten cooler.

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This was my first time writing full-blown smut and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I don't think I did too well so ill have to practice that lol. I hope you enjoyed it!

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ranaissingle · 1 year

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Lost On You

Masterlist Summary: The reader is at a bar and gets harassed by a drunk dude. Austin to the rescue

Rating: T Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader Word Count: 864 Warnings: Violence, cursing, misogyny, borderline assault, Austin being very hot. etc. A/N: Thank you for the request anon (I also accidentally deleted this request again don't kill me I have a slow computer🧍‍♀️) ! I've been so swamped with school it's not even funny lol so I hope I wasn't too late with this request. As always, Austin is looking hella fine in the photo above. Kaia gets to sleep next to him every night and I have never been more jealous of anyone in my life.

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You had been sitting at the bar for the last half hour nursing an overly sweet martini and flipping through social media on your phone. It was 8:30 on a Friday and you were all alone so trouble was practically guaranteed. You occupied the stool all the way in the corner of the bar to keep away from stray eyes. Unbeknownst to you, a man with shaggy blond hair and cerulean eyes had been eyeing you for well over an hour now.

You felt a figure walk up behind you and block the shadow of the light bulb above you. You turned around and before you could speak a word his slurred words came out in abandon.

"Hey baby~ I seen you sittin' all alone at this bar and I figured I could lend ya some company" His brown locks and shit-eating grin probably did wonders for the other girls he most likely hit on, but you weren't falling for it.

"Um no, I'm good. I'm not looking for anything tonight" You turned your head around to face the bar to hopefully reiterate how uninterested you were but before you could bring your drink up to take a sip the man behind you snatched it out of your hand.

"Did ya hear me, baby, I was asking if you wanted to spend some time together." His voice grew louder and more aggressive as he spoke. You turned around fully in your stool to face him. That was your first mistake.

"I told you I'm not interested in anything like that. Just leave me alone." You knew this wasn't going to end well. It never did. You couldn't even enjoy one single night out by yourself because some asshole always had to ruin it. Just as set your foot down on the floor to step away from his obnoxious voice and sour breath, he planted both arms on either side of you against the bar counter and leaned his head closer.

His beer-ridden smell stank up the space between you and you pushed on his shoulders to try and pry him off of you, but he doubled down on his invasion of your personal space and moved closer.

" What you gonna do little girl? I bet you're a whore under this shy facade you have going on. This is probably how you reel them in huh?"

"G-GET OFF OF ME" You kicked his shin and pushed harder but he wouldn't budge. He was laughing. He was laughing as you struggled under him and even chuckled at the kicks you gave him. He didn't budge and his horrific chuckles were ringing in your ears and making your blood burn. You needed him off now, you couldn't breathe, he was going to hurt you and you knew it, it's over, this is i-

"Hey asshat, didn't you hear the little lady? She said to get off." A smooth rich voice broke through your panic as the man placed his hand on the guy's shoulder and squeezed.

"What's it to you pal, me and her were just getting to know each other is all." The blond man was taller, broader, and just bigger overall. His eyes looked over your face and gave you a small smile before he shifted his gaze back to the brunette still hunched over you.

"I asked you nicely and you didn't move so I guess I'm gonna have to rephrase." At that, he yanked the brunette back away from you and you breathed out a sigh of relief at the loss of contact.

"Keep putting your hands on her, and I'll be forced to put my hands on you. Back. off." Your assaulter regained his footing and stepped back once he realized he was outclassed.

"Whatever dude," he shakes off the blonde's hand " She wasn't even a pretty piece of ass anyway I was just doing her a favor." The blond shoves the man's shoulder and watched him leave. His grumblings could be heard as he drunkenly walked all the way back to his seat.

Your savior turns to you with his hands in his pockets and smiles lightly " Are you doing alright? I'm sorry if I overstepped but that guy was starting to piss me off and I was tired of just watching." Your eyes widened at his last statement, he had been watching? He had to have been watching you long enough to see the interaction with the other guy, which begs the question; was he watching for longer?

"No you didn't overstep at all, I really appreciate your help I- I wasn't sure what was going to do so I'm glad you came." The relief on his face was evident as he raked his eyes over your form before quickly averting his gaze once more as a guilty look crossed his face.

"I'm glad that's the case I didn't want to give you a second problem on top of that asshole." You both laugh and he draws closer to you to sit on the stool next to you.

"I'm Austin by the way," he holds his hand out to shake yours, "what's yours?" Saying your name then, made you feel different than ever had before; it made you feel like you could get lost in him and those breathtaking cerulean eyes.

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This was a little short and a little shitty lol and everything I write makes me feel single but I hope you enjoyed it anyway, until next time!

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ranaissingle · 1 year

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Well how about an AustinElvis Prompt?

Reader decides to surprise Elvis for his birthday by bringer herself and the children to visit him, though it doesn’t go to plan. Reader and the children walk into the suite to see Elvis in the company of several ladies.

Sex, Drugs, etc

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Fandom: Austin!Elvis and Elvis Rating: M (mentions of drug and alcohol abuse) Pairings: Austin!Elvis x Reader or Elvis x Reader Word Count: 1055

Warnings: Cheating, adultery, cursing, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse (Let me know if I missed any) Authors Note: Thank you for the request! I did write this as a late 60's early 70s Elvis so he will be at the international hotel. I hope you enjoy it!

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Elvis had been away from home for his last two birthdays and Y/N would be damned if she allowed him to spend his next one away from his family. So despite the tight-lipped warnings from the colonel and Jerry Springer, Y/N had packed up herself and the kids to go visit Elvis while he was in Vegas. The children missed their father and Y/N missed her husband.

She rounded up the children into the private jet sent to pick them up and sat down to finish wrapping the last of his birthday presents before eventually reclining her seat to take a nap.

When she awoke Jerry was shaking her shoulder.

"Are you sure about this? It's not too late to turn around?" His brows furrowed as he looked at her practically begging her to do so. Jerry knew what Elvis would be doing right around this time, and he would be anything but alone.

"Of course, I want to do this Jerry. Jesse and Caroline have been dying to see their father and I miss my husband. Why would I ever want to chicken out now." The frown on her face deepened.

"Besides how better to spend a Birthday than with your family?" a smile stretched across her face as Y/N began thinking of Elvis's possible reactions. Putting an end to the conversation, she got up and woke the kids to get them loaded into the car and begin their journey to the International Hotel. Elvis was going to love this.

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When they arrived at the international hotel, Y/N filed the children out of the car and made her way to the lobby to check into Elvis's suit.

"Hello Miss. how can I help you today!" The hostess smiled brightly as she called over a boy to take care of the baggage.

"Hello! I would just like to check into a room my Husband is already here. His name is Elvis Presly and my name is Y/N Presly.

"Oh of course Miss, if I could just see your ID I can give you the key right away."

After giving her ID and receiving the key Y/N took the kids to the elevator and went up the floors all the way to the presidential suite where Elvis was staying.

"Okay kids, wait outside for just a second while I make sure that Daddy is inside, alright?"

"Okay, Mamma!" Jesse's response came accompanied by a thumbs up and a smile so bright it almost hurt Y/N's heart.

She opened the door softly and closed it behind her. She heard voices coming from the sofa area. She heard female voices? That couldn't be right. Why would Elvis have girls in his room?

Sometimes people make foolish mistakes. Like putting sugar on steak instead of salt or turning off the light when you meant to turn on the fan. But most people never have to wonder if their husbands are cheating on them. Y/N never thought that an innocent little surprise could turn into the single worst day of her life.

Elvis was sitting on the couch with three different girls positioned all around him. One on the floor with her head in his lap, another with her head in his neck, and the last was giving him open-mouthed kisses while she raked her fingers through his hair.

"Elv- Elvis what are you doing?" Y/Ns voice cracked as she felt her throat close and the tears threaten to spill from her eyes. Elvis pushed the girls off of him before whirling around to see his wife standing in the doorway with a hand on her heart and eyes glistening with unshed tears.

He stumbled off the sofa and up the step, " Y/N baby wh- what are ya doin' here honey?" There was no talking his way out of this one. Elvis had dug himself into a hole with nothing but a shovel made of his own idiocy.

"Don't 'baby' me Elvis Presly I have eyes! How could you do this to me? You ruined our family over what? A quick fuck? I- is that all children and I are worth to you? " Y/N could barely get the sentence out as she saw the girls on the sofa scramble to put on their clothes. That just added insult to injury. He had been with not one, not two, but three girls.

"Y/N darlin' you know it ain't like that. I get lonely on the road, and I was missin' ya-" The sharp tone of Y/N's voice cut him off.

"If you are missing me then come back and visit. You keep yourself cooped up in this room with people you don't know and doing drugs that you don't even know the name of. I gave you everything I had Elvis. Everything I could possibly give to you I did, so don't you sit there and try to make this about me not being around when you have a goddamn private jet to take you anywhere where you damn well please!"

Elvis was shocked. She had never once cursed or raised her voice, be it at him or the kids.

"Look I-I'm sorry mamma we can work through this can't we? Ya aren't gonna leave me over somethin' as silly as this are ya?" He chuckled lightly as if the entire situation was a massive joke that only he was in on.

"Your kids are young Elvis and you are never around to parent them so no, I will not be divorcing you right this second. But trust that as soon as they are in college or moved out of the house, I will be gone. Feel free to sleep with whoever you would like because you have singlehandedly managed to lose the only person who truly cared about your well-being and safety." Y/N voice grew sterner as she spoke, almost as if she were scolding a child. Her eyes were cold and distant and nothing like those of his loving wife.

"Make sure to call those girls back in, you wouldn't want to be lonely on your birthday." She turned on her feet and walked briskly to the large oak doors of the suite.

"Baby, wait for a mi-". The slam of the doors punctuated his sentence.

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Coffee Or Tea pt. 4

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Summary: Reader and Austin spend the rest of their day together and grapple with the reality of their feelings (by grapple I mean they have very sweet sex to the point it makes me want to scream into my pillow) :/ Rating: M Pairings: Austin x AFAB!/Fem!reader Word Count: 2.4 k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and other sex stuff. I will mark where the smexy stuff starts and ends so the people who don't like that stuff won't be bothered A/N: Like last time I had this part ready yesterday but Lisa Marie's funeral was yesterday so it didn't feel right to post this so I waited a day. Enjoy!!

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Austin and Y/N's legs were tangled together on the couch while they read their respective books; Austin drew circles on her knee with his fingers and Y/N fiddled with the creases on his pants. Y/N had never felt so relaxed in the company of someone else. The sunlight was streaming into the apartment and ricocheted off Austins honey spun locks. She hadn't flipped a page in ages. She couldn't take her eyes off him. It almost felt criminal to do so. He was so beautiful it seemed as though his face and body had been tirelessly sculpted by the gods themselves. Each dip and groove dealt with careful precision and the eye of a master. She didn't want to take her eyes off him.

Austin pulled his eyes away from the book he was pretending to be engrossed in. He had also been eyeing Y/N's small hands and supple legs. He felt like he needed to be touching her at all times. He had this suspicion that as soon as he let go of her she would disappear and he would be alone again. He didn't think he could go back to a life without her laugh, the crinkles around her eyes when she smiled, or her obsession with tea and all of its various flavors. He wanted to hold her. He wanted her curves under his hands and his head in her hair.

She wanted to hug him. She wanted her hands around him and her head around his neck. She put her book down in frustration because of her lack of ability to figure out how to smoothly ask of they could lay together.

Austin gathered his strength and spoke.

"Hey, uh it's a little chilly don't ya think?" He was hoping to lead this conversation in a certain direction.

Y/N's heart spasmed. The opportunity she needed had presented itself on a silver platter and she intended to take advantage of it.

"Y-yeah it is. Do you need a blanket or something?" Her voice was soft and breathy as she spoke and Austin could've jumped her right then and there.

"Nah I don't want you to get up over that, why don't we... why don't we just hug? I'm sure that'd keep us warm." His boyish grin and tilted head did wonders for Y/Ns heart.

"Yeah sure, let me just put my tea down." She couldn't contain the warmth that spread across her cheeks as she leaned over Austin to put her mug on the coffee table. When she turned back around to face him, she found his book on the table and his arms outstretched to invite her into his chest and neck. She slipped her arms under and around his chest while resting her forehead against his neck. The soft patter of his heart sped up the longer she held him. Austin was anything but relaxed. His arms wrapped around her should have done wonders to calm him down but combined with the fact that her hip was resting on a compromising part of his pelvis and her soft exhales landing directly in his neck did the exact opposite.

He slowly brought his hands up and around her waist with his palms stretched out over her back. His fingers traced the valleys of her shoulder blades and the dips of her spine. He felt her relax further into his chest as he tightened his arms further around her waist.

"Thank you for trusting me. I know that talking about past boyfriends mustn't have been easy, but I'm happy you felt like you could trust me." He whispered the words into her ear and kissed her forehead when he finished.

She picked up her head from his chest to look at his azure eyes, "Thank you for listening Austin. It's weird, but for some reason, I don't feel comfortable talking about it to anyone else. I guess you just make me feel more... safe? Yeah, safe is the right word." The blissed-out look on her face and her radiant eyes did wonders for Austin's heart.

She wanted to kiss him. She hadn't wanted to kiss anyone in so long but she wanted to kiss him. The feeling came over her like a tidal wave and suddenly all she could think of was the roughness of his hands on her arms and back and the pink lips that she was sure were just as velvety as they looked.

Austin saw her gaze shift lower on his face and knew that she was feeling the same things he was.

"Do it Y/N. Whatever you are thinking of doing do it." Austin was barely holding on to his sanity. His palms burned where they brushed over skin reassuringly.

Y/N couldn't breathe. Austin would need to help her to. She brought her face right over his and hovered over him. His gaze searched hers and kept looking in between both her eyes. She leaned in slowly and Austin couldn't breathe anymore either.

His lips were soft. So soft Y/N felt like she was kissing a marshmallow. He was sweet like a marshmallow too. The hand that previously rested on her back had moved up to cup her jaw in its palm and tangled fingers through her hair. Austin's breathy moan awakened feelings in Y/N she had never felt before. The beats of her heart echoed in her head when Austin licked the seam of her lips to ask for entry into her mouth. She parted them slightly and Austin probed her mouth questioningly. She opened her mouth further to grant him access and suddenly Austin was everywhere all at once. His hands were in her hair and on her waist, his legs caged hers in between his calves and thighs, and his chest and shoulders seemed to encase her in an embrace so warm she felt like she could die at that moment and have absolutely no regrets.

Austin's mouth and tongue kissed her with abandon. He had waited for what felt like an eternity to kiss her. He had felt his hands shake with the need to hold her over the months they had known each other, and now that he had her placed so perfectly in his arms and letting breathy moans and whimpers leave her lips, he felt so full. More full than he had ever felt in a relationship before.

Austin gave her one last soft, open-mouthed kiss, and drew himself off at her moan. She opened her eyes slowly and licked her swollen lips while she stared at him. Austin's hand crept lower to her round ass and he squeezed lightly. She whimpered softly and stifled her head in his neck.

(sappy/steamy sex starts here mdni)

"No one ever kissed me like that before." She brought her hand up and absentmindedly touched her lips and a small smile crept onto her face. Austin wanted to kiss them again. Austin lifted one hand from her waist and brought it up to hold her face while he whispered in her ear.

" I can do it again if ya want baby girl." Her answering whimper and shift of her hips rubbed against Austin's growing erection. A groan escaped his lips and he let his head fall over the side of the couch.

"You're gonna have to stop moving baby girl or else I might do something we are both gonna regret." His voice was strained and sounded like he was out of breath. Y/N tensed in his arms before eventually relaxing again. She pushed herself off his chest and put her mouth near his ear and whispered, "what if I want you to."

" Jesus baby girl," Austin took a deep breath to steady his words before he continued, "Tell me exactly what you want me to do." he hauled himself from laying down on the couch to sitting upright with Y/N in his lap and her knees settled right outside of his legs.

"I won't do anything until you tell me exactly what it is you want."

She wanted him so bad. Y/N was ready to throw all her morals out of the window when it came to Austin.

" I wa- I want you to t-touch me," she gripped his wrist in between her palm and brought it under her skirt; she was feeling bold all of a sudden, "I want you to touch me right h-here." Austin's hand was fully rested on her clothed pussy. He groaned when he felt the way her slick had wet her lace-lined panties.

"Say less baby girl."He ran his fingers up and down her clothed pussy and Y/N whined when the rough fabric of her panties moved over her clit. His large fingers applied the perfect amount of pressure on her most sensitive parts and her subsequent groans and pleas grew louder the more Austin rubbed. Y/N's head lolled back as she placed her hand on his shoulder to ground herself

Austin needed to feel her skin. He wanted his skin on hers. He wanted to know how her slick felt in between his fingers.

"Can I take off your panties beautiful? You're so wet I can practically taste it." Y/N panted at the question.

"Yes, please. I want you to touch me. Please Austin take them off."

"I don't think I'll ever be able to stop touching you at this rate. Your smell is addicting." He nestled his nose behind her nose as he spoke and took in her scent. She smelled like lavender and coconut. A heady blend that left Austin's senses with much to be desired.

Her head had come to rest on his shoulder. He hooked his fingers under her panties and dragged them down her legs slowly while he used his other hand to rub circles on the seam of her spine. When her panties were off, he pushed his fingers in between her slick folds and Y/N keened at the new sensation. Austins answering groan was loud and reverberated against where both of their chests were pressed together.

"Your intoxicating you know that? I could spend the rest of my life with my hands all over you and it would always never be enough. I dream of you baby girl, did you know that? Every time my head hits the pillow you occupy every nook and cranny of my brain. Your smile, your laugh, your smell, " he licked her neck and circled the rim of her entrance as he spoke. " I love how your hips sway when you walk, the way your dainty blouses and tops hug your boobs, and how those skirts you wear barely cover your ass over the tights you love to wear." His other hand crept up under her turtle neck and grazed the skin underneath.

“Aaah” Y/N mo

aned as Austin spoke. The brush of his thumb against her clit and the index finger teasing her entrance did wonders for the growing feeling in her stomach.

“Do you like it, baby girl? Do you like the way my hands feel against your pussy?”

Y/N nodded frantically as more obscene noises fell from her lips. She had never felt this way before. Never in her life had a man been so gentle and rough at the same time.

“Can I put my finger in your tight pussy baby? I can make you feel so good if you’ll let me.”

Y/N nodded her head frantically. She couldn't utter a single word let alone a full scentence to answer him. The feeling of the tip of his finger crowning her entrance sent her into a frenzy.

“Your so tight baby girl, I'm gonna need ya to relax if I'm ever gonna get my finger inside of you darlin’.” Y/N took in a deep breath before relaxing her muscles to allow Austin entrance into her.

“Just like that baby girl, you are doing so well. You're so tight I know your gonna squeeze

my cock in the best way.” Austin groaned as he dipped his finger deeper into her.

Y/N’s vision was becoming distorted. She couldn't tell up from down nor where her body ended and Austins began. His fingers worked deeper into her until they found the spot that made her hips jump.

“Ah, Aus-Austin right there. it -It feels so good there. Unh!” Her breathing quickened and her hips started grinding over Austin's palm. He was impossibly hard in his pants and he would have given anything to have his cock replace his finger.

“That’s it, baby girl, you're close huh? I can feel it. You're clenching around my fingers so well.”

Her head lolled back into his neck as the heat began to pool in her stomach.

“Imagine what it would feel like if my cock was inside of you? I could stretch you so much better with it. I could hit that special spot over and over again until you came just from that.”

Y/N saw black spots in her vision as she called out for Austin.

“Austin I feel anh! I feel weird.” She looked into his eyes as tears began to crest in her eyes.

“I know baby girl you're about to cum. Don’t stop it just let it wash over you.” His fingers were working the spongy spot within her and her clit all at once and Y/N felt like she might cease to exist.

Her whimpers and moans grew and grew until she felt the wave crash over her. It was wave after wave of pleasure each one more powerful and all-consuming than the last. She spasmed in Austin's lap as she came down from her high with his arms wrapped tightly around her her head tucked into his neck.

When she eventually came to, she looks down and saw Austin's sizeable erection straining against his pants. Y/N felt her cheeks warm as she shifted her eyes away and back up to his face.

“Um, do you- do you want me to take care of that?”

Austin’s boisterous laugh startled her; but after she got over her confusion, she laughed with him.

“I’m alright baby girl,” he hugged her tighter to reiterate his point, “Tonight was all about you. I wanted to make you feel good I can wait until next time. Then I'll have all the time in the world to consume you.” He pulled her in for a passionate kiss and Y/N could practically taste the promise on his tongue.

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I have never been so embarrassed writing anything in my entire life. I quite literally had to write this whilst under the covers of my bed because I could not stomach doing it while sitting at my desk. Don't @ me if the positions they are in don't make any sense I have no one to test them out on haha. I am most certainly going to hell for this so I hope it was worth it lol. I hope you enjoyed it.

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Coffee or Tea pt.1

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Summary: Coffee Shop AU where the reader goes to the same coffee shop often to read books, study, or just drink tea and stare at the walls lol. The reader notices Austin and chaos ensues Rating: M (nothing in this chapter but other things will come later)

Pairings: Austin Butler x fem!reader Word Count: 519

Warnings: age-gap (VERY CONSENSUAL THO) Authors Note: She is 21 so there WILL BE an age gap between her and Austin and that will be addressed throughout the story multiple times. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to click away. Also for the sake of this story, we are going to pretend that Elvis is available to watch online without pirating it haha. This fic will be multiple parts but I wouldn't call it a slow burn either. This is the first fanfic that I am posting so be nice to me plssssss.

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College was never enjoyable save for the afternoons that y/n spent in the embrace of a comfy chair and a mug of tea while she tackled her latest homework from her Organic Chemistry class. She always seemed to spend hours at the coffee shop pouring over anatomical diagrams and periodic tables. She occupied the same table so often that the staff became accustomed to her drink order and preference for pastries.

So here y/n sat, at the same chair, with the same drink, and the same textbooks, studying just like she always did. And like clockwork, another person came to that same coffee shop just as often as y/n and he always noticed her in the corner of the store with a crinkle in her brow and a chewed-up pen in her mouth. Austin Butler was by all means a shy guy, so much so that even though he saw her every. single. time. he came in, he had not yet said a single word to her. Even though he desperately wanted to.

~ 5 months ago ~

It was June. And it was hot. So hot in fact, that y/n simply could not take it any longer and decided to take haven inside Crazy Love Café. Despite the weather outside, y/n smiled at the familiar barista as she went up to the front desk.

" Hey y/n! The usual?"

" Yes please!" Her reply came swiftly as she denoted it with another small smile. She paid and sat at her usual spot with a book she planned to read as well as her computer.

" ORDER FOR Y/N. A MOROCCAN MINT TEA WITH SUGAR"

She couldn't help the smile that graced her face as took a sip of her drink and settled down in the comfy chair to start watching her movie on her computer. The Elvis movie had come out last month and being an avid listener to said singer meant that y/n was required to view this film. So, y/n propped up her computer, opened the streaming website, and put the movie to play, unbeknownst to her, the very actor in the movie had also stumbled into the same coffee to avoid the scorching heat.

He ordered his coffee and unknowingly sat quite close to the girl viewing his movie.

“ ORDER FOR AUSTIN. BLACK COFFEE!’

Austin relaxed back into his chair with his coffee and phone resolving to scroll through social media to pass the time. Austin eyed the décor of the shop. It was a quant café with renaissance paintings framed in gold hanging from every wall. Plants scattered the floor as well as the walls and the windows seemed to reflect the sunlight into rainbows onto the wood floor. He followed the reflection of one such rainbow to the face of a girl.

woah

The first thought that came to Austin’s mind was soft. She looked so very soft. His eyes strayed to her computer only to find her watching, his movie? She was watching.. his movie? Austin immediately faced forward before he was caught zoning out on a girl that was watching his movie.

~ To be Continued~

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Part 2 here!

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Coffee or Tea pt. 3

Part 1 Part 2

Part 4 Masterlist

Summary: Coffee Shop AU where the reader goes to the same coffee shop often to read books, study, or just drink tea and stare at the walls lol. The reader is a college student majoring in Neuroscience and Psychology at UCLA. (you are planning to work in the medical field so be prepared for classes and activities related to that).

Rating: T (for now) Pairings: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.5k ish Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, stalking A/N: I tried to make this chapter over 1k words because I feel like the others were a little short. I also have an Elvis birthday request in the works it's just taking a minute because school started back up and I'm already swamped lol. Thank you for waiting I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Austin and Y/Ns interactions were similar each time. He would walk into the coffee shop, get his drink, and spot her in the corner of his vision; either engrossed in a book or swamped with homework from whatever classes she was currently taking, then he would make his way toward her and they would sit and talk for hours or just sit in silence while Y/N slaved away over her chemistry problems and Austin reviewed lines for whatever blockbuster he was currently filming.

This routine continued for 7 months before something changed. Both had feelings for each other but were too insecure to think that they could ever be loved by the other. Austin's newfound popularity came with its fair share of criticisms of his looks, voice, acting, and every other minute inconsequential detail about him. Similarly, Y/N could not comprehend how a celebrity of Austin's status had any interest in speaking with her, let alone building a 7-month friendship. But she was willing to take what she could get.

"I told you 'you should read that book'. It's a Masterpiece I'm telling you!" Austin had walked into the cafe earlier and they were both currently engrossed in a conversation over both of their latest reads. Y/N had been begging him to read The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue and he had finally caved into your demands.

"You're right I stand corrected," he held his hands up in mock defeat while he smiled lazily. God, he was beautiful, she thought as she felt his leg press against hers. The size of the table they always occupied didn't leave much room for both of their legs so Y/N had grown used to Austin's legs surrounding hers under the table.

Y/N looked down at her watch before she spoke "I've gotta get going I still have to make dinner." She could've spent the rest of her life in that coffee shop, but her real-world responsibilities were calling and she had to get home.

Austin didn't want her to leave. He wanted to keep talking about books and 'accidentally' knock his knee against hers and feign innocence.

"Oh I can walk you home if you like, my place is in your direction anyway." Austin tried to keep the excitement out of his voice as he asked. He wanted to spend as much time as possible with her before they had to part ways.

" Are you sure you want to? I can get there myself I don't want to be a bother" She tilted her head in a quizzical manner and it took all of Austin's strength not to kiss her right then and there. The supple pout of her lips and her downturned eyebrows mesmerized him.

"It's alright, really, and I need some more book recommendations from you anyway." Following his reassurance, they both gathered their things and started the walk home.

Whilst in the midst of a conversation regarding various literary pieces, Y/N saw the flash of a camera shudder in the corner of her eye. She abruptly turned to see who had taken a photo of them, but the culprit had already retreated behind the wall of an alleyway.

Austin had noticed her turn and the abrupt end of her sentence

"Are you alright?" He leaned his head down to get a better view of her face. Her eyes were wide as she bit her lip and knit her eyebrows together.

"Y-yeah I just thought I felt someone taking a picture of us." She faced her head forward again. Austin looked behind them only to find the culprit slowly sneaking their head out from behind the wall with a camera in tow.

He grits his teeth only to loop his arm around Y/N and position his large hand to block her face from the side. She looked up at him and he knelt his head down to speak in her ear while he tucked her head further against his chest.

"We are gonna have to walk a little faster okay? He probably wants a picture of your face or something like that."The annoyance in Austin's voice was palpable. Here he was trying to spend some time with the girl he liked and the paparazzi had come to ruin it.

"Okay, yeah I get it." As soon as her meek reply came Austin began walking briskly with Y/N in tow. She steered them in the direction of her apartment and Austin kept scanning behind them to see if they had been followed. Once he confirmed they were not, they both walked into the apartment building and up the steps. Y/N opened the door to her apartment with Austin's hand still wrapped around her shoulders. He had not yet realized that his arm was still wrapped around her and although Y/N wanted to speak up, she was not willing to risk losing his warmth. Instead, she turned around in his arms, lifted her head, leaned against his chest, and spoke.

" Do you want to stay for dinner? I can make us some tea after too? I have quite the assortment to choose from." She laughed as she spoke and although Austin wasn't exactly a tea person, he was willing to drink swamp water if it came accompanied by a home-cooked meal from Y/N.

"Yeah sure as long as you don't have anything else to do." Austin would find any excuse to stay if he had to, but he was glad this one had fallen right into his lap.

Y/N dragged herself away from his embrace and made her way over to the kitchen to get the kettle warming up so she could get started on dinner.

"You can come sit at the barstools while I make dinner if you want? Dinner is gonna take me at least an hour." Austin was practically bouncing. He was in her apartment, about to drink tea on her barstools, and eat dinner that she made for him. His heart was going to burst and he couldn't bring himself to be angry over it.

Austin sipped his tea while he watched her walk around the kitchen cutting vegetables and seasoning meat. He had asked to help her several times, but each time came with an even firmer denial and a deeper frown on her lips. As much as Austin wanted to help, he would rather die than be the cause of a frown on her face.

The next hour passed with them conversing about books, music, and every other interest they seemed to have in common, which they had found to be numerous.

Y/N stirred the last of the sauce and bowtie pasta together as Austin set the table. After copious amounts of begging, she had finally offered him a job to do, much to her dismay.

Y/N plated the food and they sat in comfortable silence before Austin bit the bullet on the question he had been meaning to ask for months.

"Do you have a boyfriend Y/N? I know we've talked about my PR relationship with Kaia but we haven't talked about you." Her eyes rounded as she put her fork down to look up at him. Austin had tried to be casual about his question but the truth was he was dying to know. His insides had twisted as he awaited her reply.

"Um no, I'm not in a relationship. I haven't done well with them so I've been single for a little over a year now." She felt her cheeks warm and averted her eyes as she spoke. She hoped he was asking for the reason she thought he was. Austin was so relieved he felt a 1000-pound weight lift from his shoulders.

They made small talk as Austin tended to the dishes from dinner and Y/N made tea for the both of them. With tea in tow, they sat with stretched legs on the couch and put on a movie as white noise while they resumed their conversation.

"What did you mean earlier when you said that you 'hadn't done well' with relationships?" Austin's curiosity was eating him alive.

"You don't have to answer of course I was just wondering is all." He traced her fingers where they rested on her knee. Her eyes looked every which way before eventually landing in his.

"I guess you could say that I haven't always been lucky when it came to boyfriends. Granted I have only had 3." A hollow laugh left her lips, almost as if she was trying to cope with the reality of a situation that only she knew.

"Most of them have been... pushy about the " She paused and turned her face downward before finishing "they've been pushy about the sexual aspects of a relationship and they made me do stuff I wasn't really comfortable with." She looked at the wall behind Austin's head and avoided his gaze.

He fucked up. He had royally fucked up. He had fucked up so bad there was no conceivable way of coming back from this. It was over for him. Everything he had spent the last 7 months doing was all ov-

"But, I like spending time with you Austin." She smiled so brilliantly his heart hurt. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes crinkled in the most endearing way the wider she smiled. She was breathtaking and she had no idea, and that made her all the more beautiful; to Austin at least.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this part! I'm gonna try to get the next one out tomorrow and I'm pretty sure it will be the last one in this series. No promises though because I'm also working on the other requests that I was sent as well as school work. (Yes I am writing fanfiction instead of studying. What's your point?) Until next time!

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Coffee or Tea pt.2

Part 1

part 3

Masterlist

Summary: Coffee Shop AU where the reader goes to the same coffee shop often to read books, study, or just drink tea and stare at the walls lol. I don't know the exact layout of LA so let's just assume that UCLA is close to this coffee shop which is also close to where all the celebrities are IDK lol I live in Georgia 💀.

Rating: M (T as of now but it will change later)

Pairings: Austin Butler x Reader, Austin Butler x race-neutral reader

Word Count: 892 Warnings: Age gap and the reader is definitely fem presenting but I'm doing my best to leave out any other definite features.

Authors Note: I am going to try to get these chapters pumped out as fast as possible because school is starting up for me again tomorrow so I won't have a lot of time to write ;(. I can already feel the tears coming lol. Also, the reader is inexperienced with flirting and sexual stuff because she is also very shy and has ✦trauma✦. Enjoy!

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~5 months ago~

After finishing the movie, y/n was speechless, to say the least. The movie was nothing less than perfect. Her hands had been clasped together for a minimum of 15 minutes as the movie had come to an end. Y/N had yet another thing to obsess over during her summer break, lovely. Now that this was checked off her list y/n took out her book, opened to her page, and proceeded to get lost in it for the next 3 hours. Unbeknownst to her, Austin had not taken his eyes off her for more than 8 seconds at any given time.

Austin needed to find a way to talk to her. She was absolutely ethereal. Her hair framed her face perfectly and it took all of Austin's self-control to not reach out and touch it. As much as he wanted to do more, he was content to watch her as she finished the last of the movie and pulled out a book to read afterward. Oh, what Austin would give to have the confidence to talk to her. The only thing that a childhood spent in front of a camera had taught him was that he had much to be insecure about.

Y/n stayed unaware of Austin's turmoil for many more months to come but she was always watching the actor in the corner of her gaze. Seeing him never got old. His golden waves seemed to reflect the sunlight in the best way and his sharp blue eyes made her knees buckle and her chest warm. Well, this was new.

Although both parties desperately wanted to speak to the other, they remained ignorant of the other's desires.

~ Present~

Austin had had enough. Today was the day. Today he was going to speak to the soft girl with pretty eyes and supple cheeks. He would speak to her come hell or high water because he had spent the last 5 months formulating an introductory line and he was getting tired of only being able to dream of what her voice sounded like.

She was going to do it. Y/N was going to talk to Austin Butler today. Y/N had been telling herself this every time she came to the cafe for the last 2 months and she had yet to follow through. What could she say, he was intimidating. Y/N resolved to stop lying to herself and took a seat in her usual spot. She could just admire him as she always did and she was content with just that.

Austin walked into the cafe with a mission. He eyed the girl in the corner of the cafe where she always sat. Crap. He was nervous again. Coffee would calm him down and then he could hopefully muster up the courage he had been lacking for the last 5 months. After receiving his drink, Austin took action.

Y/N had not yet looked up from her book so she had not seen Austin walk in and order his drink. This however worked in Austins' favor. Because he walked up next to her and spoke when she looked up.

Y/N felt the shadow of a figure block out the light fixture over her. She looked up to see who it wa-.

It was Austin. He was standing right next to her. So close that she could move her hand a couple inches and be able to tou-.

" Hey, do you mind if I sit here? These chairs look like the comfiest in the whole store and I need a place to rest my legs." An easy smile worked its way onto his face as he finished his opening line. Success.

" Of course! Take a seat. I always sit here because the seats are so comfy too."

Austin could not have accurately imagined her voice if he tried. It was soft and airy just like her. He wanted to hear it again in fact he needed to hear it again. He needed to keep talking to her.

"Are you from around here? I see you in this coffee shop often so I was curious." Y/N was equally smitten with Austin's voice as he was hers. His was smooth and oh so deep. When he spoke y/n swore she could feel her stomach fill up with butterflies and another feeling she couldn't yet place her finger on.

" Yeah I go to UCLA and I live in the palms to be close to school. I didn't catch your name by the way?" The secret smile she gave Austin after she spoke almost took him off his feet. Her smile was everything he could wish for.

" My name's Austin. I also live around here because of work. What's your name?" His voice fell an octave as he eyed y/n up and down. She was drowning in a thick, wool sweater with a black skirt on and black tights. Her platform docs looked too big for her feet and made her ankles and calf seem all the more fragile. Austin eyed the piercings in her ears as well as the stacked gold necklaces she wore with the tightest one almost constricting her neck. Everything about her was captivating in a way that Austin was not accustomed to.

" My name is Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you Austin." Y/N smiled at him as if he had just pulled the moon out of his pocket.

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Coffee or Tea pt.5

Masterlist Part 1 Part 4

Summary: Cuddles and then fluff and then smut. The true holy trinity if you ask me

Rating: M (I will mark where the smut starts for those who want to skip it)

Pairings: Austin x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 2.5k ( I think that's a record lol) Warnings: sex stuff, p in v sex, unprotected sex (pls use protection kids)

A/N: The long-awaited final chapter is here. It took me literally 5 days to write all of the smut bc, and I can't stress this enough, I have no idea what I am doing. Thank you all for following me on this journey. This was my first fanfiction, and the reception of my writing has been greater than everything I could have ever dreamed of. I love you all.

Also, please send me requests I have no inspiration

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Following their less-than-innocent activities, Austin and Y/N had elected to retreat into her room to spend the rest of the night together.

Austin sat up from the couch with Y/N's body still securely wrapped around his and her legs hugging his waist.

"I'll take us to bed now m'kay?" Her soft reply of "mmhm" and nodding into his shoulder was all he needed to begin the short walk to her room.

He gently placed her on the bed with a tenderness that made tears well up in her eyes. His hands were soothing on her tense skin, and the gentle smile on his face made her heart skip a beat.

Austin looked up from his ministrations to catch her eyes.

"Darlin? Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?" The worry in Austin's voice was palpable. She dug her palms into her eye sockets to stem the flow of tears.

"N-no. You were perfect, it was nice. So nice that I don't know if this is real or a dream and I don't want it to end and I'm so scared that it will." The words tumbled out of her mouth before she had the chance to realize what it was she was actually saying. They were warbled from her tears and teetered on the edge of a confession she wasn't sure she wanted to make.

"It's all real Y/N, all of it and I don't want you to think that it is anything but real." Austin's voice cut through her anxiety like a knife through butter. Her shoulders sagged where he massaged her arm and he let her fall against his chest.

"Sorry, I've never felt or done any of this before so I guess you could say that I'm a little... shocked is all. I didn't think you would stick around afterward honestly."

Austin's laugh was crisp, "I’m sad you think so little of me, princess.'

"No! It's not like that. I know you wouldn't leave me like that because I know you are a good person. I guess I just have abandonment issues." She chuckled dryly.

"Listen darlin', I have meaning to tell you that I-. Well, I lov-"

She could swear she heard buzzing in her ear. He didn't say what she thought he said. Did he? No, he didn't, because that wouldn't make any sense.

Her nails dug into her palms.

That would mean that for the first time in her life, someone had loved her the way she did them. But that's not possible. Is it?

The thoughts spiraled in her mind and each one was darker than the last. He was lying to her. He was lying to get her to sleep with him. He was going to use her and then leave her alone like all the others.

Her hands felt clammy.

A large warm hand enveloped her own and the fog in her mind began to clear.

"Come back to me darlin'. Come back, please." The soft voice gently lulled her back into awareness. She felt like she was coming back up for air after being trapped underwater.

“Sorry. I- I didn't-" She could barely get a word out as she gulped down the fresh air.

Austin moved his hands to cup her face and repeated his earlier words.

"I love you. I love you so much it hurts. You are all I think about darlin' you are all I want."

"Austin." She gasped his name and pushed her lips against his soft ones.

She moved her mouth against his with a fervor she wasn't even sure she had. His tongue swiped the seam of her lips to ask for entrance and she happily gave it to him. He worked her in ways much different than before. He tilted her head every which way while he brought his hands down to palm her hips and bring her closer all at once.

Y/N was back in his lap with her legs stretched over his and Austin pulled away from her to speak.

"We don't have to go any further tonight if you don't want to. We don't even have to do it all if that's what you would wa-"

"I love you." Her voice was clear as a summer morning and almost like she had gathered more courage she spoke again.

"I love you Austin. More than I have ever loved anyone in my life."

Smut starts here (MDNI)

Austin groaned loud and fierce before he crashed his lips over hers again.

He was everywhere. His hands reached down to palm her clit once more through her clean panties.

"I know your body so well Y/N. I knew what to do before I even touched you for the first time." He punctuated his sentence with a quick flick of Y/N's clothed clit making her gasp and buck her hips into his. She felt his hard bulge straining against the seam of his pants.

She reached down to palm it softly. Austins' groan was so loud it practically shook the walls of her small apartment.

She retracted her palm before stuttering out, "S-Sorry! Did I hurt you?".

"No darlin' not at all. If anything, it feels too good. Something about your little hands just gets me goin'."

"Uh, do you... Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yeah baby, I want your hands on me for the rest of my life." His exasperated sigh and far-off stare told her all she needed to know.

Austin enveloped her hand with his and brought it back down to the source of his mental fog. He opened her palm and pressed it against himself.

"Ugggnh" He groaned and moaned while she unhurriedly palmed him through his pants.

"Just like that darlin' you're doin' so well, agh!" He moaned when she applied more pressure to a particular spot. He was putty in her hands writhing and twisting his hips at every touch while panting into her neck. Despite the consuming pleasure, he still found the strength to work her most sensitive bits. Austin's fingers slowly lifted the hem of her panties up and away from her nether region to glimpse the dripping oasis he knew was there. He slowly pushed his fingers in between her; much to her appreciation. Her hips bucked against his hand and her head fell into his neck.

"Austin!~" Y/N's voice was pained.

As if this was her first time with him all over again. Like Austin hadn't just brought her to climax less than a half hour before. She felt she had all the energy in the world. Perks of being a woman she supposed.

"You already want more don't ya darlin'? I just rang you dry earlier and you're already craving huh?" He circled his finger around the rim of her entrance and she tensed in his arms.

"You're such a greedy little thing arent ya." He pushed his finger in slowly while still rubbing his thumb against her clit. She tried to keep her hand's movements consistent where she rubbed it over his cock, but with all the ways he was touching her, it felt nearly impossible. She could barely breathe let alone execute accurate muscle movements.

"Austin uh- slow down, I can't- I can't touch you at the same time~" Y/N's panting gasps made it hard to let out a coherent sentence.

"Oh, but I know you can darlin' You're gonna have to if you want me to keep goin'." She could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was enjoying it. Almost too much. Her arms shook with the effort it took to keep her hands steady as she rubbed over the ridges of his cock as a white liquid dribbled slowly out of his tip.

"You're doin' so well darlin'. Your hands feel so good Y/N Jesus! I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last." His face had scrunched up at his confession but his hands were mercilessly pounding her. He had managed to put in another finger and found that spongy spot inside of her once again while she was focused on him.

"I'm gonna need ya to stop touchin' me darlin' I want to finish inside of you. Can I?"

Now, normally she would have turned this suggestion down immediately (assuming she had gone this far with anyone save for her vibrator) but it seems at that moment, Y/N suffered from a temporary moment of insanity.

Y/N gasped at his suggestion and whimpered as the visual of his cum leaking out of her crossed her mind.

"Austin please, please I want you inside me so bad." She leaned her head against his shoulder and whispered in his ear, " I want to feel you Austin, please. I want you so bad I can barely think."

"Darlin' you are making it so hard to be gentle with ya right now." His head lolled back against the headboard to compose his thoughts before he perked back up signaling he had come to a decision.

He gazed at her intently, causing Y/N to squirm in his lap. He had managed to get her writhing against him all over again with nothing but his gaze. A gaze that said he was going to devour her and leave nothing left.

"Come closer darlin', this is gonna be a bumpy ride." He drew one of his hands around her waist to tug Y/N closer to him. Austin's fingers traced the seam of her shirt and looked at her for permission. With a nod from her, he grasped the fabric and pulled it up over her head, tossing it aside in the room."

He didn't say a word as he ogled her chest like a starved man.

"Jesus darlin' every time I think you can't get any better you prove me wrong."

"Austiiin~" The need in her voice had Austin at her beck and call. He would have moved mountains for her at that moment. He moved the both of them to where she was laying on the bed and he hovered over her.

"I know baby, I'll help you feel good don't worry." Austin reached back in between her legs to gather some of her slick on his fingers and rubbed it over his swelled shaft.

"I'm gonna put it in now darlin' alright? It might hurt a little so just tell me and I'll stop, hm?" She nodded and he pushed her legs apart to align himself with her leaking hole. He groaned at the sight of her. He pushed himself slowly into her and she felt the air leave her lungs as he stretched more than she had ever thought possible. The ridges of him pushed and prodded against her in the most perfect way.

"A-AUSTIN!~" His name fell from her lips in a cascade accompanied by moans of pleasure and whimpers. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades to quell the growing burning sensation in her stomach. Austin had stopped his movements in order to give Y/N a moment to breathe and grow accustomed to him, but she wanted anything but the sort. She pulled his head closer to her lips and whispered so softly he barely heard her at all.

"Please Austin, I want to feel you moving inside of me." He didn't even give me the chance to finish before he was pounding his hips against hers. The fervor with which he pushed against her made her see galaxies in her vision almost immediately.

"Fuck darlin' I would spend the rest of my life inside of you." He brought his hand up to thumb her clit and her choked sobs spurred him on. His other hand reached up to cup her cheeks and bring her into a searing kiss. Y/N's heart fluttered against his chest and Austin's groans of pleasure only made her gush more.

"Come on darlin', you're doin' so well for me. Jesus." His speed continued to increase until he was spindling her so hard that the bed frame started to shake and rattle against the wall.

"You're so beautiful, my god. You look so good when you're hungry for me baby." His fingers played with her clit and prodded her already stuffed entrance.

Y/n felt something bubbling up inside of her. Something that threatened to spill over at any given moment, and Austin felt it. Y/N clenched herself against his cock which created the most delightful friction between the both of them. Austin's labored breaths and hands tightened around her body bringing her closer to the edge of the proverbial cliff.

"Darlin, are you close? I can feel ya clenching around me. Fuck, you re squeezing the shit out of me! I'm gonna wring you dry just you wait baby." Austin's moans and groans grew louder in tandem with hers until neither of them could hear the other anymore.

"Are you gonna come baby? Come on I want to see how you look when you finish darlin'. You'll let me see it won't you?" His voice sounded desperate and it hitched after each thrust. He would not allow himself to cum until he had seen you fall apart under him for the first time.

Y/N felt like she had transcended time when her orgasm came crashing down on her.

"AUSTIN!" The anguish in her voice shocked her as her thighs shook and her nails dug deeper into Austin's back making little crescent shapes moons as a mark of her pleasure.

"That's it baby! Fuck! Your cunt is so goddamn tight. Ungh! I'm gonna cum darlin'. Your insides are gonna be full of me."

He pounded into her impossibly harder before letting out a moan so loud it shook the walls while the emptied himself in her. She felt him sputter inside of her and the liquid painted her insides. Austin's heavy body collapsed next to her with his head and part of his shoulders resting over her.

Both of them let out heavy pants and had equally large smiles on their faces.

Austin was the first to move and pull the blanket from the sides of the bed over the two of them. resting his head on hers and embracing her in his chest. Gently, he brushed back her disheveled hair and caressed her cheek before kissing her temples and cheek.

He placed little kisses all over her face and neck until she eventually fell asleep in his arms more relaxed than she had ever been before.; and when he was sure she was asleep he whispered in her ear,

"I love you so much I would die for you Y/N." Austin had never felt for anyone so strongly. Austin had never felt such strong emotions for anyone, but for some inexplicable reason, you had captured his heart and held it in the palm of your hand. He was willing to follow you anywhere and everywhere, forever, with a smile on his face.

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You girlies will be pleased to know that I have improved how shy I get writing smut. I had the gall, the audacity, and the gumption, to write most of this while in a Starbucks when I should have been doing psych homework. But alas, I have no shame. I literally typed a vagina as a "dripping oasis" IN A PUBLIC PLACE. BRB gonna go kill myself. I am also planning an Austin Butler x OC series SO would the girlies prefer a reader insert or would an OC be good too? PLEASE let me know because I'm so stuck lol. I feel that it's hard to have an in-depth story with just an x-reader parameter. I would still use pronouns like you and your etc. but just the name would be decided already and I would be able to give more personality to the character BUT I would still keep it race and body neutral. idk tho. I hope you bitches enjoyed this poor excuse for smut lol I still have to get better at writing it.

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