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elvisabutler · 2 years

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ménage à trois

summary: it's date night for your partners and you. you should have known tonight was going to be a mess from the moment you saw their matching grins. fandom: olivia dejonge | austin butler | elvis 2022 pairing: austin butler x olivia dejonge x reader rating: m. word count: 1866 warnings: orgasm denial. dom/sub dynamics. kind of mommy and daddy kink. vibrating panties. p in v sex, implied to be protected re: birth control. oral ( f receiving ) so much teasing. author's note: welcome to a late day 18 for kinktober, threesome with olivia dejonge and austin butler. y'all i missed writing threesomes/poly fics. i did a bunch for the last fandom i actively wrote in and back in my first fandom so this is just a return to form. going back home as elvis would say. see also: it's been a long time, baby. a long time. also exhausted writing this, apologies for any errors i missed.

You should have known when you saw Olivia grinning like the cat that got the canary with Austin following behind her. You should have known that tonight was going to end in an interesting way for you. However, you trusted your girlfriend. Trusted her more than you trusted Austin purely because you had been dating Olivia for longer, you trusted her with your life. Austin- well, he had some catching up to do. He knew that though, knew that he'd have to treat you like a queen to prove that he wasn't just in this for the thrill of being with two women. He had to make sure he took care of both of you. Was it perhaps the healthiest way to introduce him into your relationship? Debatable. Was it working for the three of you with enough communication to make any therapist proud? Yes.

Trusting Olivia had been a mistake as you realized once you saw her pull out what looked like a small vibrator and what was her favorite pair of panties on you from Austin's pants pocket. Your initial response is to say no, it's date night, there's no need to play with something like that on date night but you see how expectant they look and how they're practically begging, well you can't ever say no to their matching blue gazes.

It leads you to where you are right now, sitting across from them with Olivia teasing you, alternating between having no vibrations and turning it to full blast. Austin lets Olivia set the pace, grinning at you while giving the other patrons and the staff of the restaurant the most charming smile and aura he can manage. You hate it. You hate how he's calm and collected in his suit while you- also shoved into a suit because in Olivia's words, "if we put you in a dress Austin would have you bent over before we left the house and bouncing on his dick in the car, I chose the matching suit, babe."- are practically a panting mess in your suit.

The problem with the suit and the problem with the panties and the problem with everything about this is that you can feel how wet you are. You can feel how wet you are and you can't even do anything about it. In a skirt or in a dress, you could convince Austin- beg Austin to touch you and he'd be the great dom that he was and oblige his princess. Or you could get Olivia to put down the remote and just touch her fellow goddess. In the suit, you're left clenching your thighs together and subtly humping the air trying to gain some form of friction to relieve the growing ache between your legs. You can't even come because Olivia refuses to turn it to enough of a vibration for enough time to let you fall off that edge.

You see dessert being placed in front of you, a chocolate cake that has you salivating just a bit but that might be from the fact that Olivia has had you wanting to come for a good minute under what you swear is the highest setting on the vibrating panties. You wouldn't be surprised if your drool is coming from that, after all your doms did always tell you that you looked so pretty when you begged, when you had all that spit making a mess for them. Austin gets up and you're concerned for a minute before you see him head to the bathroom and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding until you feel someone behind you.

"How's my baby girl doing? You haven't come, have you? Mama's teasing you and wouldn't let daddy take care of you. Wish I could already have you coming on my fingers. Make it so I can have two of my favorite flavors mixing. You and this dark chocolate. You're doing so good for us. Just a little longer, baby girl." Austin whispers lowly in your ear, his breath ghosting over neck and sending a shiver down your spine. "You're always such a good girl. Wanna prove to everyone we've got the best girl. No one else compares."

You whimper, shutting your eyes as your chest starts to heave with the effort of trying not to feel his breath and register his words. Olivia takes note and turns the vibration setting to zero and you can't help the small cry of distress that leaves you. When Austin sits back down finally you see his eyes darken and before you know it he's waving down a waiter and asking for containers to go.

"Our date's feeling a little under the weather now. We just want to get her home and in bed. You know how it is." Austin's lie falls from his lip with such an ease that you bite your lip at how honestly hot it kind of is.

You exit the restaurant gripping Olivia's hand tightly with Austin following close behind, his hand settling on her lower back. You see cameras flashing but pay them hardly any mind- after all your mind hand narrowed itself down to a world consisiting of the the three of you. You barely remember the car ride home beyond Austin's white knuckled grip of the steering wheel and Olivia's praise and touches as she kissed up your neck.

"Such a good girl, so good to mama and her daddy. Been such a quiet girl. Mama knows how hard that is for her girl. No one knew you were struggling not to come apart in front of us. We're almost home. We're almost to our bed where you can get whatever you want for being such a good girl. Have you thought about it? Thought about who you want first?" She asks, nuzzling at your neck, her hands feeling your chest through the suit.

The words sound foreign and your head lulls to the side a little before you focus on Austin's grip of the wheel and Olivia's touch burning a fire on your skin. It takes a minute for the words to form in your mouth and exit it. "Him? Maybe. Wanna taste you and have him fuck me while I do. Can I have that?"

Her lips curl into a smirk you can feel against your neck before she huffs out a laugh. The air from it has you shivering. "Of course, baby. Your reward."

The fact that you don't immediately jump into Austin's arms when you reach the house is a feat and Olivia once again murmurs praise in your ear about it, nipping at the lobe and making sure you hear every word. Austin for his part manages to get the door open in record time, pulling you both inside in a flash. Your eyes register his hands- her hands undoing your pants and someone undoing the suit jacket and- you lose track of whose fingers are against your skin. You lose track of whose lips follow those fingers, brushing against your skin. You lose track of whose tongue is tracing your nipple but you can't help the way you keen at it, grabbing at the hair only to realize it's Austin and you three have somehow made it to the bedroom with everyone's clothes strewn across the floor on the way to the room. In a flash you find yourself being pushed softly onto the bed as Olivia postions herself best to allow you to lick at her clit and cunt, to finger her within an inch of her life to- do everything you wanted. The look she gives you before she actually sits on your face is one of complete adoration. You find it makes your body feel warm down to your toes.

Austin lines himself up with you and pushes in slowly, careful not to jostle Olivia in the process. You groan against her cunt, the vibrations causing her to let out a sigh that sounds like a whimper if the rushing blood through your ears hasn't hurt your hearing that bad. He waits for a single set of two taps to go forward, to set a comfortable pace. It takes you a minute but he feels those two taps against his back and starts to thrust in and out of you, gently and softly at first, his hands playing with your breasts as well as Olivia's. His tongue and lips wrapping around her nipples to hear the noises he loves from both of you. Your tongue flicks at her clit as Austin gets quicker. You want to come, but no one has said you could come yet.

"Aus. Y/N, oh my God- why- I'm seriously going to come first, aren't I?" She asks, her thighs tightening around your head, sending a new sensation through your body. You can breathe but you're reminded she can crush you if she wanted to like this. Your hand moves to curl your fingers inside of her and it's not long before you feel her clenching around your fingers and coming with a choked off moan. It takes her a second to catch her breath, noting how Austin is still slowly fucking you, teasing you even longer with his thrusts. She frowns.

"Our girl has been good Austin, give her what she needs. Fuck her." She feels your pleased hum and has to shiver, the sensation feeling rough against her oversensitive clit.

It's as if that was the cue he needed, as his thrusts are quicker, faster, an almost jackhammer like speed has taken over Austin but it's helping you slide to your release quicker. Olivia's managed to get off of you so that Austin can see your face as she kisses it. His eyes narrow as he studies your face while he fucks you. He takes a second to breathe before continuing to speak. "Come, baby girl. Let daddy have your come all over his cock. He'll fill you up too. Such a good girl deserves everything she loves. My best girl."

Your hand reaches out to grasp at Olivia's as you find yourself practically trying to break your back with how hard you arch upward into Austin's torso and thrusts. Your throat closes up when you try and make a sound but when you flop back onto the bed Austin follows you shortly after, coming with a low groan that you feel vibrate in your soul. His body flops on yours unceremoniously as you try and catch your breath, shivering slightly from the sensations still overwhelming you. You feel two sets of hands in your hair and feel a kiss on either cheek.

"Are you okay?" They ask, eyeing your reactions to things and how your chest is still heaving. "Red or are we on-"

You cut them off with a shake of your head. "Yellow. Just give me a minute and I wanna- I want more. Can I have more?"

Olivia and Austin look at each other and back at you, matching grins not unlike the ones they gave you earlier in the day on their faces. "Say the word, baby girl. Say the word."

You say the word. They're true to theirs.

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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Kinktober

>> hiii everyone! I decided to try out kinktober since I've never done it! basically, it's little blurbs based on daily prompts. you just choose a day and a character/person for me to write about. (x reader unless you request otherwise) I’ll likely write ahead of time since some days it will be impossible for me to write. but if I need some panic room, I’ll let everyone know! prompts can be for anyone from the Elvis fandom or even the Scream fandom. (I’ll specify what characters I write for in the tags)

prompt list below the cut!

day one. voyeurism with: Sub!Austin Butler (here)

day two. roleplay with: Austin Butler (here)

day three. mommy kink with: Austin!Elvis (here)

day four. orgasm control with: Elvis Presley (here)

day five. praise kink with: Steve Binder (here)

day six. degradation with: Elvis Presley/ Austin!Elvis (here)

day seven. bondage with: Elvis Presley (here)

day eight. shower sex with: Jerry Schilling (here)

day nine. breeding kink with: Austin Butler (here)

day ten. mutual masturbation with: Steve Binder (here)

day eleven. phone sex with: Elvis Presley (here)

day twelve. public play with: Elvis Presley/ Austin!Elvis (here)

day thirteen. knife kink or gun kink with: Austin!Elvis (here)

day fourteen. daddy kink with: Jerry Schilling

day fifteen. hate sex with: Billy Loomis

day sixteen. thigh riding with: Austin Butler

day seventeen. sex tape with: Elvis Presley

day eighteen. squirting with: Austin Butler

day nineteen. threesome with: Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

day twenty. cockwarming with: Austin Butler

day twenty-one. corruption kink with: Elvis Presley

day twenty-two. sex toys with: Sub!Austin Butler

day twenty-three. spanking with: Jerry Schilling

day twenty-four. edging with: Elvis Presley

day twenty-five. housewife kink with: Elvis Presley

day twenty-six. face sitting with: Steve Binder

day twenty-seven. dom/sub with: Dom!Olivia/Sub!Austin/ Reader

day twenty-eight. drunk sex with: Steve Binder

day twenty-nine. throat fucking with: Austin Butler

day thirty. dumbification with: Austin!Elvis

day thirty-one. blood play with: vampire!Austin!Elvis

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dreamersparacosm · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄

featuring austin butler and olivia dejonge

bondage (n): the state or practice of being physically restrained, as by being tied up, chained, or put in handcuffs, for sexual gratification.

nsfw!

note ; the only two ppl I want to have a threesome with🤌🏻 anyways olivia is the dom I have decided

warnings ; bondage, penetration(male), sex toy usage

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Olivia has your spine pressed into the warm mattress, the sheets that were usually consumed with just you two welcoming in a new guest. A person that, up until two weeks ago, had only lived in your imagination.

The springs of the mattress creak when Austin Butler puts his full body weight on it, looming over your exhausted, worn-out body like a thunderstorm in a night sky. His cock aches at the sight of you spread open, ankles tied down by rope cables, arms handcuffed to the bedpost. Despite the restraints, you show no sign of resistance. Only desire.

“Isn’t she the prettiest girl?” Olivia coos, touching your cheek with her frigid fingertips, your body going into overdrive from stimulation.

“The absolute prettiest,” He responds. He jerks off his cock lazily, thinks about how much better it’ll look inside you, how wet and tight you’ll feel inside. The truth of the matter is that when you’re dating a girl, you don’t normally endure penetration. He relishes in the fact that he’ll be the first — beside a glass dildo or Olivia’s nimble fingers.

In fact, this is the first time any of you have partaken in a threesome. New territory in your relationship with Olivia. Unchartered land. But it was her idea, surprisingly enough. Might have begun with the hushed whisper in her ear of Jesus, Austin is so hot, and a chuckle escaping her, with the response of Don’t get your panties in a twist. Might have begun with a few too many drinks at one of those dingy Australian bars, or Austin claiming he can make a girl cum in under a minute with just his tongue.

Somehow, in this moment, the details of how it began are a little fuzzy, because all you can see, and all you can feel, is Austin and Olivia. Austin, who’s tip is throbbing red and desperately needing to be inside your soaking, beaten cunt. Olivia, who has been touching herself beside you, making sure your needs are taken care of.

You look at Olivia for approval. She nods. Your eyes glance back over to Austin, “I want you to fuck me.”

He blinks a few times, prepares himself for what he’s about to do. You can’t move, barely speak, voice just above a whisper and breaths bated. He rubs his tip over your folds, takes in all the wetness and all the arousal that has been building inside you. You both let out a whine in unison. “Come on, Aus. You can fuck her, it’s okay,” Olivia’s voice floats from somewhere over in the distance.

And he feels better when he gets her approval, feels less anxious about the fact that he’s about to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend. He enters you, can barely fit it in. You’re whining, screaming, moaning, head turning as you try to adjust to his size. Austin leaves the tip in, gives you a moment. “You okay, baby?” He asks gently.

All you can give him is one feeble nod. His hands firmly grasp onto your hip, thrusting carefully as he slides his entire length into you. Olivia leans over, looks down at your face and pulls it towards her by your chin. “That feel good, princess? You feel full yet?”

The truth is, you’ve never felt more satiated. His cock reaches parts of you that you never thought was feasible, feels like he’s splitting you open in two right there. His cock is stretching the boundaries of your walls, thighs encircling your own, and his hands are gentle and hesitant on your skin.

You’re spread so far, so wide, and you can’t even reach out to touch your girlfriend. You pull away from the handcuffs a little, show your first sign of resistance, and Olivia tuts, “I asked you a question, princess. Going to need an answer before I can even think of uncuffing you.”

Thoughts are fuzzy, brain full of incoherent words that can’t be formulated into a sentence. Austin’s thrusts are consistent, a pace that roughens with each moment the clock ticks. It feels as though each syllable is being fucked out of you, the only thing echoing is the sound of skin slapping and tiny whimpers that escape you.

“Alright… well, if you’re not going to answer me,” She pauses, reaches over to her nightstand where her vibrator lies, still wet with her own fluids from before. “…Then we’ll just have to fuck it out of you, won’t we?”

The buzz of the vibrator fills the room, adding to the sounds that ricochet off the walls and into your ears like sirens. Olivia reaches over, pressing the machine against your sore clitoris. You jolt immediately, handcuffs indenting into your wrists as you wriggle underneath the stimulation.

Austin sounds like he's only seconds from from choking as his hips stumble, his cock spasms, and his voice falters. He breaks the rhythm he had before, which was something calculated but intense, which shot fireworks into your vision. “Now, answer my question,” Her tone is affirmative. “How full are you?”

You come to with a gasp, a whimper that leaves you breathless, “S-so fucking f-full. So good, so — please don’t stop.”

“Much better,” She smirks, glances up at Austin to meet his eyes that have clouded over in a haze from how tight, wet and warm your pussy feels, and a twinge of jealously riles up in her before she mashes it down, hides it so she can focus on you.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t know how much longer I can last,” Austin’s tugs his lip into his mouth, gnawing at it as he feels the familiar burn in his abdomen. He’s never came this fast, or wanted to, but the sight of you leaves him utterly wrecked.

You whimper at the thought, gripping fistfuls of the sheets in your hands. Your eyes search for Olivia’s, and your mouth drops open, silently pleading and begging. You can feel the waves crashing over you, your body climbing that hill, so close from the endless stimulation. She meets your gaze, looks between Austin and you. Her best friend and her lover. “Austin, how about you let our girl cum first?”

And he’s nodding, like a bobblehead gone reckless, moving so fast that you can’t help the screams that escape you. He knows you’re close, can see it in your eyes and feel your walls pulsating around him. You head falls, sinks as deep into the mattress as it can, eyes shutting and squeezing tight. Your legs tremble, the rope cables leaving burns into your skin. The pain feels so far off, so tiny compared to the pleasure that rakes through your being. White washes over your vision, juices splattering from your cunt, Olivia’s name falling from your lips. The twinge of jealousy she felt before washes away with that.

Despite whoever’s cock is inside you, you’re always hers.

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years

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Tell The World I’m Yours | Austin x Olivia x reader

Request from @wwebaby657: Heyyyy I love your stories and I was wondering if you could do a story where Olivia, Austin, and reader are in a poly relationship together. Where reader thinks that they don’t wanna be with her anymore when they’re actually planning a birthday surprise

a/n: thank you so much for the request darling! This is one of of several polyam fics that I have in the works <3 These have a very special place in my heart, and I hope y’all enjoy them as much as I loved writing them! And once again a HUGE thank you to Kenz (@mpmarypoppins) for this incredible moodboard, ily bestie! 🥰💕

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: a couple swear words, a tiny bit of angst in the beginning, mentions of the media being critical of their relationship, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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You awoke to sunlight streaming in through your bedroom window. It was much brighter than your usual 9am wake-up time; had you slept in? With a stretch and a soft hum, you turned, only to find your bed empty, Austin and Olivia nowhere to be seen. There was the enticing smell of coffee drifting in from the kitchen, though, and your hopes lifted. Maybe they were just up and getting breakfast ready?

You slowly got out of bed, your body protesting as you left the comfort of the sheets that still smelled comfortingly of your partners, and made your way to the kitchen. Your heart sank, and a sad smile crossed your face as you took in an empty room, with a note sitting on the counter next to a steaming mug of coffee, made exactly how you liked it.

Y/N,

Went out to run a few errands! We wanted to let you get your beauty sleep. Be back soon! We love you!

Aus + Liv

Your heart sank even further as you flipped the note over, searching for any other writing. When your search returned nothing, you frantically checked your phone to confirm the date. They didn’t— they wouldn’t really have forgotten your birthday, would they?

You sighed. Austin and Olivia had been… distant recently, you noticed. They weren’t home as often, claiming work ran late or they just lost track of time running errands, but something in your gut told you it wasn’t always that. And now here was your birthday and there wasn’t even a mention of it in the note they’d left for you before going off by themselves. It was like they were pulling away from you. Did they… not want to be with you anymore? Were you not good enough? some dark corner of your brain whispered.The media had been pretty critical of your… unconventional relationship, maybe they were tired of it.

Trying to shake off your sour mood, you snapped a photo of the coffee mug and sent it off to your partners: Missed you two this morning, but this was a very sweet thing to wake up to, thank you my loves ❤️

Olivia replied with a simple “Good morning! You’re welcome, sweetheart ❤️” and Austin’s came soon after: “Good morning sunshine! Errands are taking a little longer than expected, but I promise we’ll be home asap. Love you!”

You replied with a simple heart emoji as you took your coffee and plopped down on the couch in the living room. You set your phone down and turned your attention to your coffee and the TV, resigning yourself to a birthday celebration that consisted of watching Netflix all day.

You must’ve dozed off at some point after the 4-hour mark in your binge watch of Stranger Things, because you’re awoken around 3:37 (according to your phone) by voices, and a jangling of keys at the door. You sit up, blinking sleep from your eyes, just as Austin swings the door open and he and Olivia step inside, carrying several very heavy grocery bags. A tiny smile spreads across your face as you see them, but it soon fades as you remember it’s your birthday and this the first time you’ve seen them all day. Austin and Olivia seem oblivious to your sour mood as they come over to greet you.

“Hi sweetheart,” Austin says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, Olivia right behind him pressing a kiss to your cheek as she greets you, “Hi darling. How’s your day been?”

Still no mention from either of them about your birthday. Okay then. Guess it’s up to you to remind them.

“You guys know the date today, right?” You ask as casually as you can.

“Of course, darling,” Olivia replies, rattling off the date.

“And is there… anything special about today?” You ask hesitantly, hating that you have to spell it out for them.

“Well every day’s special when we’re with you,” Austin teases, “But—”

His words simply confirm your fears. You cut him off as you stand up from the couch, leaving the loves of your life sitting by themselves.

“Glad you guys had a good time together. Thanks for wishing me a happy birthday, by the way,” you mumble angrily, storming off to your shared bedroom.

“I don’t really wanna see you guys right now,” you sniffle, furiously wiping tears away as Austin and Olivia rush into the bedroom. Olivia sits down gently beside you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as Austin comes to kneel in front of you, replacing your hands with his as he carefully brushes the tears from your cheeks. He opens his mouth to speak, but Olivia shushes him with a shake of her head as you continue.

“It’s bad enough that the two of you have been pulling away— don’t even try to deny it— but then you forget my birthday? I—” Some of your anger melts away as you break down into sobs, “I know it would be easier for you two if I wasn’t here, the media and everything wouldn’t be so…” You shake your head, unable to find a word to describe the criticism of the aspects of your relationship that most people just don’t understand, “But I’d really appreciate it if you just talked to me instead of icing me out of our damn relationship.”

“Sweetheart…” Austin takes your hand, looking like his heart just shattered at your words. “I promise, that’s not what we think— that’s not what we were trying to do at all.”

Olivia’s hand cups your cheek, turning you to face her, “We’re so, so sorry that we ever made you feel like that. That’s the last thing we ever want to do, you know that, right?” Her eyes look almost pleading, as if she’s begging you to believe her, “We have been distant, and I can’t tell you enough how sorry we are for that, but it’s because… well…” She turns to Austin, “Aus, do you wanna show her?”

Austin stands up with a nod, squeezing your hand before exiting the room. He’s back in a flash, carrying the grocery bags that they were carrying when they got home, as well as a small, flat velvet box. He sits on the other side of you, holding the velvet box in front of you. He nods to Olivia as he begins to explain, “I know this won’t in any way make up for how we’ve made you feel, but… we’ve been so busy lately because we were getting this made.”

Olivia takes over for him as you take the box from his hands and begin to open it, “We wanted to get you something to show you how much we love you.” As she speaks, you lift the lid of the box, revealing a delicate gold necklace with a pendant of three interlocking hearts, each with a tiny gem in the middle: a peridot, a diamond, and what you recognize as your birthstone. Tears spring to your eyes— happy ones, this time— and a gasp escapes you as you process what you’re seeing. A small smile forms on Olivia’s face at your reaction, and she envelops you in a hug.

“We’re not us without you, darling,” she murmurs in your ear as Austin joins in the hug so you’re sandwiched between them, a cocoon of love you never want to leave. Eventually they release you, and as Olivia pulls your hair up, Austin takes the necklace and delicately clasps it around your neck, placing a small kiss to where the clasp sits at the nape of your neck, “Perfect.”

You can’t help the growing smile on your face as you pull them one by one in for a kiss. “I love you both so, so much.”

“We love you too, sweetheart,” Austin says, “and I’m sorry we haven’t been great at showing that recently.”

“But,” Olivia jumps in, gesturing to the grocery bags, “We got a few things for you.”

She continues as you finally see what they brought: an assortment of your favorite snacks, candies, baked goods, and even your favorite ice cream that’s definitely melted by now. “I know we haven’t been around a lot, and we were thinking we could spend the day together just the three of us. No work, no distractions, no paps to bother us, just us celebrating the person we love most on their special day.”

“That sounds perfect,” you beam, and Austin and Olivia lead you out to the living room.

After putting the ice cream back in the freezer, the three of you cuddle up on the couch; your head on Austin’s chest, Olivia on your other side with her head on your shoulder, their arms wrapped around you. The rest of the day is spent watching your favorite movies, and trying to prevent Austin from stealing your M&Ms.

Though you all agreed there would be no phones, you wake up the next day to an Instagram post on both Olivia and Austin’s accounts, apparently posted just before midnight after you had dozed off in the middle of You’ve Got Mail. It’s a sweet series of pictures, starting with one of you beaming into the camera, then going on to a series of the three of you together, ending with a dim selfie taken by Olivia of the three of you sharing a slice of the ice cream cake they’d gotten you. You don’t think your smile can get any wider until you get to the captions; Austin’s reads “Happy birthday to my best friend and love of my life. Thanks for always letting me steal your M&Ms, sweetheart!” and you let out a soft laugh before scrolling to Olivia’s, which reads “Happy birthday to my sun, moon, and stars. There aren’t words to describe how much I love you. Here’s to another fabulous year around the sun 😘❤️”

Just then you feel a hand sleepily wrap around your arm and Olivia tugs you back down into bed, which you happily oblige. The three of you spend a lazy morning in bed cuddling, the gems in your necklace gleaming in the early morning light.

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bcofl0ve · 1 year

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!! mollie’s 1k celly !!!

(looking for my main pinned post?)

holy sh*t there's (over) 1000 of you. real talk though- this blog has brought me so much joy. and even if it hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows- i love y'all down bad. and austin and olivia and baz and luke bracey and elvis and the presleys and and- anyways. let's party.

for y'all that are also on twitter, i just posted a couple of quote tweet games which you can check out here and here!

but that's not all! below are some ask games that i'll consider 'open' through next weekend. i tried to include something for everyone's tastes re: fics vs gossip vs listening to me yak about my silly little life.

anon roulette (aka help mollie clean out her inbox)

send me a 🛎 emoji with any key word/name/phrase and i'll search it my anons + respond to what i find. bare in mind i have stuff going as far back as like mid-october, so feel free to shoot for a little blast from the past! and to send multiple requests/repeat requests others have sent. all my answers to these will be tagged as #anon roulette with mollie to avoid clogging ppl's names tags- and i'll go back and add organizational tags later.

miscellaneous #gossip time with mollie

send me a 🔮 emoji and i'll share a bit of gossip i have stored up in the my noggin that has nothing to do with the people we discuss here (and will likely have to do with either the theatre industry or the political world)

fic roulette, send an emoji from the list below and let's chat!

🍓 random priscilla actress!reader au headcanon/s

🫐 random invisible string au headcanon/s

🍊 a fic rec + explanation of why i love it

🍋 explain a fic idea i had but never started (there’s quite a few!)

🍏 a blurb from a WIP (work in progress)

🍒 random austin x reader headcanon/s

🍇 random olivia x reader headcanon/s

🍌 random austin!elvis/elvis x reader headcanon/s

🥑 send this + a person + a genre (fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, smut etc) and i’ll pick a prompt from the prompt lists i have bookmarked to write an *insert* x reader blurb with

storytime with mollie roulette, send an emoji from the list below and gather round ye old tumblr campfire

🖤 tale from my 6 year situationship that would give most YA novels a run for their money

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adorecline · 2 years

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Paper Rings {Olivia!Priscilla Presley x Fem!Reader}

summary: they have to keep their love a secret, but sometimes that makes it even better.

phoenix's note's: inspired by paper rings by taylor swift and evelyn and celia ofc!

i do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work on here or any other websites. no translations either. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

The sunrise was peeking through the window on early saturday morning. The room was silent except for the faint breathing coming from the two women laid in bed. Soft snores could be heard coming from y/n, but Priscilla laid wide awake beside her.

Priscilla turned on her side to face y/n. Her eyes scanned y/n's face. She had memorized each of her features long ago, but she never got tired of looking at her. Especially while she looked so peaceful. Her eyebrows weren't furrowed from all the stress of work. No frown on her lips.

Priscilla leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. Her hand brushed y/n's hair back and played with the ends of it. y/n stirred a bit in her sleep and Priscilla went to pull her hand away, but y/n reached for her hand and placed it back on her cheek. Priscilla smiled fondly at her.

"Are you awake?" Priscilla asked softly.

"Mhm." y/n hummed. She slowly opened her eyes, but closed them again. Even though it wasn't that bright the light still hurt her eyes. "Why are you awake? It's so early."

"I couldn't sleep." Priscilla answered caressing y/n's cheek.

"What were you thinking about?" y/n continue to question while she scooted closer to Priscilla. She wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her close.

"Us." Priscilla answered truthfully.

y/n opened her eyes again and looked up at her. Priscilla avoided her eyes making y/n sit up, her arms keeping her leveled.

"Cilla..." y/n trailed off. She cupped Priscilla cheek and gently turned her head to face her. "Tell me what's going on that pretty little head of yours." She said making Priscilla crack on smile.

"I don't want to keep us a secret anymore." Priscilla told her.

"I don't want to either, Cilla." y/n gave her a sad smile. "But you know we don't have a choice." She grabbed Priscilla's hand in hers.

"It's not fair." Priscilla huffed. "Why does loving another woman mean I have to hide? What's so wrong with how I feel for you?"

"Nothing is wrong with the love we have for each other." y/n grabbed her face in her hands. "They're just terrified of what they can't understand, but we don't need them to understand. We have each other and that's all that matters."

"I know, but I want to be able to be with you in public. Not just as your friend. I want people to know I'm your lover. I want to get married in front of everyone close to us, and I want to show the world that I am yours and you are mine." Priscilla raised her voice. "I want the world to know that I am in love with a woman named, y/n y/l/n."

y/n stared at Priscilla with admiration. Her smile was wide. The words that Priscilla spoke made her heart flutter. She leaned forward and pulled Priscilla into a passionate kiss. She tangled her fingers into Priscilla slightly messy, brown hair. Priscilla deepened the kiss and pushed y/n onto her back, straddling her waist.

y/n pulled away to catch her breath. She looked into Priscilla's eyes with a small smirk.

"What's that look for?" Priscilla chuckled.

"Let's get married." y/n proposed. "Let's get married, right now."

"Right now?" Priscilla raised her eyebrows surprised. "We can't get married now. We don't have anyone to officiate it or any witnesses. I don't even have a dress."

"We don't need those things. We just need you and me." y/n reassured.

"What about rings?" Priscilla questioned.

"One second." y/n said. She flipped them over and Priscilla let out a squeal as she plopped onto the bed. y/n kissed her cheek before jumping out of bed and running out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Priscilla laughed pushing herself up into a sitting position. She could only hear the sound of y/n's feet slapping the floor as she ran around the house.

When y/n came back, she jumped on the bed. Her hands were behind her back, and a large smile spread across her face.

"Close your eyes." y/n instructed. Priscilla giggled and covered her eyes with both hands. "Okay, open."

Priscilla opened her eyes and her eyes lit up as she laughed. In y/n's hands were two plastic silver rings.

"They're perfect!" Priscilla beamed. "But how do we do this?"

"Like this," y/n took Priscilla's hands in hers and began, "Do you, Priscilla, take me, y/n, to be your wedded wife? In sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, til death do us part, as long as we both shall live?"

"I do." Priscilla nodded, smiling so hard her cheeks were starting to hurt. y/n slipped the toy ring onto Priscilla's finger. "Do you, y/n, take me, Priscilla, to be your wedded wife? In sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, til death do us part, as long as we both shall live?"

"I do." y/n stated as Priscilla slipped the ring on her finger. They admired the rings on their fingers before look back up at each other.

"We're married." Priscilla gushed happily.

y/n smiled and took Priscilla's face in her hands. She rubbed her thumb gently on her cheek. "We're married." She smiled leaning in to kiss her lips.

tags: @iuvvwitrae @bcofl0ve @skywalkvers

#olivia!priscilla presley x reader #olivia!priscilla presley #olivia dejonge x reader #olivia dejonge #elvis movie #elvis film #elvis 2022 #widowswrld #wlw

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aaustinbutlerr · 2 years

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thinking thoughts

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #olivia dejonge #elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis movie

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dre6ming · 3 months

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A ménage a trois

Pairing: Austin butler x fem reader x Olivia Dejonge

Plot: none, mostly filth

Warning: smut 18+, threesome

A/n: wrote this a while back and didn’t post cause it felt like too much, like I was violating Austin and Olivia and so I held back on it. But I’ve been gone for months and thought to post it. I asked and you guys said that you wanted it, so here you go. It’s not proof read so edited or anything.

Masterlist

No matter how many times I come to set, I never get bored of watching Olivia work. She is so dedicated to making justice by the person she has to play, you can see it in every detail of her performance, though she'll tell you otherwise if you ask her. I love to see her so driven, but it breaks my heart that she puts so much pressure of herself. Yes playing Priscilla Presley brings certain expectations from people, but still there's only so much pressure one can take before breaking. And today seems like the day for Olivia.

They are filming the scene of Priscilla leaving Elvis, she told me how nervous this scene made her. It's a sad moment in the lives of both Priscilla and Elvis, so she wants to embody her perfectly. Olivia wants to be vulnerable, while playing strong, she wants to be angry, while fear of the unknown drowns her. Being the talented woman that she is it only takes he a few takes to get it right. There's no problem with that. The problem is that when she 'exits Graceland' the last time, when Baz screams cut, instead of going back to herself, she lets out a cry and falls to her knees.

Rushing to her side, I hug her tightly, holding her trembling frame in my embrace. I lift a hand up to signal to the rest of the cast and crew that it's fine. "Shh baby, let's go get this make up off and bring my sweet Livy back." She nods her head through the constant sobbing. I help her get up from the ground and walk her to the make up station. She keeps crying softly while the makeup crew works on taking everything off. As soon as they are done, I thank them and take her by the hand. On the way to her trailer, the sobbing stoped, but tears keep falling out of her eyes and rolling down her puffy cheeks.

Inside the trailer I make her sit on the bed and I start undressing her, careful to put her clothes on the hanger and in the bag the costume department provided. She's now just in her underwear, sitting on the edge of the bed. I come to sit in between her legs, running my hands up and down her arm. "You ok baby?" She nods bringing her lips to my face and pulling me towards her. The kiss we share tells me everything about how she's feeling now. It physically hurts me to know she's hurting. Her hands get tangled in my hair, deepening the kiss.

When we break apart to catch our breath, her lips keep kissing all over my face. I hug her waist and she sighs in delight. Her legs hug my hips and I bring my lips back to hers, catching her in a hungry and lustful kiss. Pulling back to look at her face, Olivia still looks like she hanging on all those emotions form the scene, but her pupils are blown wide, lust clear on her face. I smile at her and she answers with a timid one, throwing her head back to let out a sigh. "Please!" She says as she grabs one of her breasts through her bra, kneading it in her small hand. My hands move up her back, until they reach the bra clasp, undoing it. The garment falls off her shoulders and I throw it somewhere in the trailer. I kiss her neck, alternating between kissing, biting and licking. She's a mess in my arms, arching her back and letting out noise that go straight to my core, making the wetness grow in my panties.

I move down, taking a breast in my mouth, sucking and grazing my teeth on the tender skin. "(Y/n) ahh so good, please, please, don't stop" detaching my mouth from her breast, I grab both of them in my hands, twisting the nipples in between my fingers. "Wouldn't dream about it, my sweet Livy!" I say. Her hips move against mine, trying to get some much needed release. Still playing with Olivia's nipples, I start kissing my way down her torso. At the hem of her panties I leave small red marks, then I go to lick a strip up her pussy over the soft cotton of her underwear. Her hips grind against my face, but I pull back to tease her a bit. "More, please!" She's breathless, she looks so beautiful, cheeks red, lips plump and nipples hard. God I love her.

Hooking my fingers in her panties I move them down her legs, finally exposing her to me. Olivia lays on her back, playing with her breast, spreading her legs and bending her knees. "Such a good girl, touch yourself while I undress, do it for me honey." She nods and a trembling hand goes to her clit, slowly drawing circles. Her moans fill the small space and cause me to rub my thighs together. I quickly dispose of my thin dress and the annoyingly wet panties. Kneeling in front of her pussy, I blow on it, making her shiver. She takes her hand away and I lick my lips in anticipation of tasting her.

Before I get to my goal, the door to the trailer swings open. I jump up and turn to look at who dared to come in without knocking. Austin is frozen in place for a moment, taking in the scene happening before his eyes. Olivia throws a bed sheet over my shoulder, covering the both of us. "Um, shit, I'm so sorry... uh I just wanted to see if she's ok.. sorry" he says, a blush creeping up on his face. He's not showing any signs of leaving and an idea comes to me. I look back at Olivia and she looks mortified, eyes wide and mouth agape. "Close the door Austin and come here" I can feel Olivia tensing behind me and Austin's eyes go wide as he sits frozen in place. "Now, big boy, or leave, your choice" I turn back to Olivia and mouth 'trust me' to her. She nods her head as one of my hands goes between her legs. "God you're so wet, baby." I moan circling her clit. She can't help or whimpers coming out of her mouth as her eyes close. I push her back down on the bed, the sheet covering is falling down. I hear the door closing, but I didn't hear Austin move so I assume he's still here, watching. "Tell me Austin, do you know how to eat a girl out?" I ask, toying with Olivia's pussy. I don't get a response, so I look over my shoulder. I smile, he's here, stuck in the doorway, dark eyes watching us. "Baby would you be ok with Austin eating me out?" I ask Olivia and she moves her hips against my hand, begging me to do more. "Yes, yes, anything, please!" I take my hand away from her and she whines at the loss of contact.

Turning over to Austin, I walk up to him. I can feel Olivia's eyes watching me closely. "Here is how is going to go, Austin. The three of us are going to have a good time, make my girl forget about the sad scene and then go on just as before. Can you do that?" I ask, he gives it a thought and then nods. "Yes, of course." I lift his shirt over his head, walking a confident hand down to the hem of his pants. My fingers dance over the soft skin there. I watch the muscles contract in response. Cupping his erection, through his pants with one hand, I squeeze him a couple of times, as my other hand works on opening his pants. Austin grabs my shoulders and throws his head back moaning. When I finally open his jeans, I kneel down taking them off along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard and leaking precum. Standing up I take him in my hand, swirling around the tip to gather some sleek, then give him a few pumps. "Fuck." He starts to thrust in my hand and I step back. He opens his eyes confused.

I smirk at him and get up on the bed. "Remember the question I asked, pretty boy?" He nods and walks forward. I lay down on the bed, placing my head on the pillows. "Come sit on my face Livy, Austin is going to be a god boy and eat me out. If you do a good job, you get rewarded Austin" I say as Olivia comes up, straddling my face. I pat her thigh and she understands to turn around so she can watch Austin work. I grab her hips and lower her on my face. "Fuck!" She falls forward bracing herself on her arms. Olivia starts to grind against my face and I moan into her.

The bed dips with Austin's weight. His hands spread my legs and he licks a strip up my pussy. I arch my back, but one of his strong hands lays on my belly and keeps me glued to the bed. I moan as he focuses on my clit, sucking and licking, one finger circling my entrance. I squeeze around nothing and whine into Olivia's pussy. "Fuck, (y/n)" I move my face side to side, slurping on her juices as she rides my face. Austin pushes two fingers inside me, curling them upward and plumping them in and out. The coil in my belly grows and it's ready to burst. His calloused hand moves up and kneads one of my breasts. I scream into Olivia's pussy and that sends her over the edge, trembling on top of me, as my body shakes under her, with the force of my own orgasm.

I smack her bum and she gets off of me, shaking still. Austin has a big grin plastered on his face and normally I'd do anything to make it disappear, but he's earned it. "Did I do good?" He ask, he's so coy, he knows he did good. I giggle and I shake my head. Grabbing Olivia by the waist I make her lay down on her back. I get on top of her, scissoring her, moaning when our wet pussies touch. "Shit" she says. I throw my head back in pleasure. "Have you seen girls scissor before Austin?" I ask looking at him. He moans watching me start to slowly grind down on Olivia. "Not in real life, no" he admits. I smile at him and motion for him to come. "I'll suck your cock, while I grind my pussy against my girlfriend's. Reward for being so good." Austin closes his eyes, passing a hand through his dark hair.

I start to grind on Olivia, opening my mouth for him. He doesn't need being told twice as he confidently starts fucking into my mouth. Olivia is being so loud, making me three times wetter. Closing my eyes I moan around Austin and I can already feel him twitch. He's close, so am I and by the way Olivia moves herself against me, she's not far behind. After a few more thrusts in my mouth and a couple of squeezes to his balls, Austin stills in my mouth and twitching he cums. Groaning loudly, playing with my nipples. I cum shaking and Olivia follows suit, releasing the sweetest noises.

Austin pulls out of my mouth and collapses on Olivia's right side. I fall on the bed to her left and hug her close to me. She buries her head in the crook of my neck and falls asleep almost immediately, exhausted from everything. I look over at Austin, who's just laying on his back, looking at the ceiling, not really believing what just happened. I brush his shoulder and he looks at me. "Thank you!" I say and he nods. He gets up to take the bed sheet from the ground and coming back in bed he covers the three of us.

We stay like that until Olivia's little snores, lull us to sleep as well. We'll deal with the mess of what we just did, later.

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surferblues · 2 years

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slowride ! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

costar!austin butler x fem! reader x costar!olivia dejonge

warnings short , smut (18+ only, minors dni), unprotected sex, dom!austin,dom!olivia, sub!reader, degrading, praising, p in v, unestablished relationship, spelling errors, and obviously sexual themes.

"look how good she takes it, you're fuckin’ her stupid” you faintly hear the blonde girl giggle, her teeth on display as her light eyes focused intensely on your tired features. trying to catch every single expression and whimper you made as much as she possibly could.

her fingertips circling around your sensitive button as your back rested against her bare chest. her fingertips matching the pace Austins thrust kept, the sight of his dick dipping in and out of your wet hole.

Austin let's out a breathless hum at olivia’s words, his blue eyes flickering up to your face to in-fact find you absolutely fucked stupid. your lips were parted, nothing but loud continuous flows of whimpers and coos escaping you while your face was scrunching up in nothing but complete bliss.

“you like that, yeah?" Austin rasped, his large hand adding pressure to your lower stomach so you could really feel him. you absently mindlessly and immediately nod in agreement to the question.

Olivia removed her fingers from your wet folds, and instead put the same duo of fingers in your mouth.

" you taste so good.” it was Olivia who then stated, the praising word. it flowing out of her mouth so easily. her other hand gripping at your flushed cheeks firmly, causing the sides of your mouth to wrap around her digits.

Austin squeezes your hips so tight to contain himself and looks down between your legs to watch you take him and all he can do is moan at the look of you stretching around him.

you felt your walls tighten with everything happening to your body, and Austin couldn't help but to let out a shaky moan as you tighten a little.

“i’m g-gonna cum…” at your quiet words Austin sped up his movements, his thrust now rough and fast.

olivia giggled at the two of you, removing her fingers from your mouth and towards your folds, causing you to jolt.

"what do you think, should we let her cum?" you heard from behind you, Olivia's voice full of humor at how needy you were while Austin's lips curved with the signature cocky smirk.

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mamaspresley · 2 years

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hero | austinbutler

wc 1,421 tw angst if u squint ? unwanted sexual comments, slight violence, it is set at a frat party so good luck charlie

req yes!

it wasn’t a rare sighting, you at a dorm party, red solo cup in hand with whatever mysterious liquid you were drinking that night. you had midterms on monday so really, you should be studying that night. but no — instead you found yourself stuffed into a tiny house jam-packed with sweaty teenagers and horny college students. the music was too loud, the air reeked of weed and body odour, and the beer you drank was stale. but yet, despite the negatives, you called this your idea of a good night and would likely find yourself in the same scenario the next weekend. that’s just how it was — you were in college, your junior year, and you had to make the most of it while you could.

‘the most of it,’ though, didn’t really include getting stuck in the kitchen, having lost the people you showed up with, and feeling the effects of the booze you were drinking hit you like a freight train. you stood with your back against the counter, your cup in your left hand while your right one fished your phone from your pocket. your boyfriend was somewhere with his friends — the party was at his frat house, after all — so you decided not to bother him and opted to text one of your friends instead.

you waited a couple minutes for a reply but deemed it necessary to take matters into your own hands. your friends were probably too drunk to answer their phones, or too busy. so you made your way out of the kitchen in search of anyone you knew.

on your quest, you, quite literally, bumped into a boy named tyler, who you knew from a couple of the business classes you took first and second year. ty was a nice kid, an average teenage boy so nothing too special. anytime you ran into him he made some comment about your appearance, and flirted with you a little too desperately for your liking — but he was generally harmless.

until you gave him an unlimited amount of booze, you noted, which the frat house you all piled into definitely supplied.

“y/n! what’s good, my girl?” ty placed a hand on your shoulder after giving a quick apology for bumping into you. his grip on your arm wasn’t harsh, but enough to make you squirm away from his grasp. “where’s your boyfriend at?”

“somewhere around here. i’m kind of looking for him right now.” you took a quick glance around the hallway, biting your cheek. “have you seen him? or any of the guys?”

“not lately,” ty said, and it wasn’t until you looked back at the boy that you realized how drunk he really was. his eyes were half shut, expression disoriented like he wasn’t fully aware of what was going on around him. his words were slurred so bad you could barely understand what he was saying. “you don’t need him, though. guy’s a tool.”

“what?”

“austin. he’s a fucking bitch, man.” ty laughed, taking a step forward and nearly tripping over his own feet. you reached a hand out to stable him, holding onto his shoulder as he pointed up at you with the same hand his held his beer bottle with. “you know what i think? i think you should break up with him.”

“you want me to break up with austin?”

“ye-ah,” he hiccuped. “i mean, you could do a lot better. you’re fucking hot. you probably know that, though. i mean, fuck—” he stood up a bit, draping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in. the proximity and the weight he put onto you made you uncomfortable, and you writhed under him a bit before you managed to hold him at a reasonable distance, his arm still slung over you. “you and i, you know. that’d be something. don’t you think?”

“you’re funny, tyler,” you said, giving him a pat on the back before ducking out from under him. “i’m gonna go find austin.”

“no, stay.” he grabbed your arm, his grip bruising your wrist as he pulled you back. suddenly, you were in his hold again, his entire body weight seemingly resting on you. you did your best to hold him up, seeing as that was your only option or the two of you would be on the floor. “c’mon, y/n. you seriously tellin’ me you don’t think about me like that? i know i think about you like that. i mean, shit, you’re fucking hot.”

“no, i don’t.”

“butler’s a lucky son of a bitch. i mean, what i would give to have you any day of the week.”

the conversation was getting weirder and weirder by the second, and you just needed him off of you so you could go find your boyfriend.

“does he fuck you good? because i really think i could do better. i mean—”

“y/n!” you heard your name being called and you looked up to see your boyfriend rounding the corner, his classic smirk sitting pretty on his lips. that was, before he saw you struggling to escape the hold of the boy you stood with, and suddenly austin was pushing his way through the hoard of people in the hallway.

“oh hey! we were just talking about you, man!” ty exclaimed, like he hadn’t just been talking about fucking his girlfriend. “so i gotta ask, is y/n as good a fuck as i think? ‘cause with a body like that—”

“what the fuck did you just say?” the look on austin’s face almost instantly contorted into one of anger, his jaw clenching while his eyes narrowed in on the boy. his intimidating expression was enough to cause tyler to take a step back, letting you go finally. you watched, collecting yourself back up, as austin shoved the boy, his body falling into the wall behind him.

“gettin’ all tough now, huh?” ty chirped at him. “i was just saying how your girlfriend—”

the boy didn’t even get to finish his sentence before austin threw a punch, and suddenly everyone in the party was watching the fight break out. it wasn’t much of a scrap, two hits from austin before the boy crumbled onto the floor. austin stepped back, shaking his arm out before looking back at you. his eyes were dark, jaw clenched and the vein in his forehead prominent. once he made eye contact with you, you could see the calmness start to settle in his features, and he looked back down at ty.

“i really didn’t wanna have to do that, man,” austin said, and ty was wiping the blood from his nose, glaring up at him. “don’t say shit about y/n again or this’ll be a lot worse the next time around.”

running a hand through his hair, austin turned around, making eye contact with you before nodding towards the exit. “let’s go outside.” you nodded, following him out of the crowded hallway, all eyes seemingly glaring into your soul as you left. you and austin stepped out of the house, walking out to the sidewalk where austin took a seat, stretching his long legs out in front of him before bringing them back so he could rest his elbows up on his knees.

“i’m sorry,” you mumbled, sitting down next to the boy. austin looked over at you, his eyebrows furrowed and confusion written across his face like you had just told him something he couldn’t believe.

“what are you sorry for?“ he asked, eyes darting between yours. “ty’s the one being a fucking idiot.”

“well yeah, but—”

“but nothing, love.” austin rested a hand on your thigh, his knuckles scraped up with blood accenting his skin. you glanced between his hand up to his eyes, which you were soft as he looked on at you. “it’s not your fault. i’ll be happy to punch out any guy you need me to. that’s why i’m here.”

“okay.“ you tangled your fingers with his, lifting his hand up to kiss his knuckles lightly. he smiled small, squeezing your hand before pulling his away to inspect it closer.

“kinda hurts, a little bit.” austin moved his fingers, balling his hand into a fist, opening and closing it all the while grimacing at the pain. he took his uninjured hand, running the pads of his fingers over his bruised knuckles as he looked up at you. “maybe try your best to steer clear of any assholes for a while. at least until my knuckles aren’t beat to shit.”

“i’ll try my best,” you nodded, and austin smiled at you lovingly. he disregarded his hand, moving it to cup your cheek before he brought you in for a kiss. his lips moved against yours, his tongue dancing sweetly with yours. you pulled away, your hands cupping his face like his did to you. “thank you for protecting me, aus. you didn’t have to.”

“yes i did,” he said, swiping his thumb over your cheek. “it’s my job. and it makes me feel better about myself knowing you need me for something.”

“shut up.”

“okay,” he said with a smile, and leaned in to kiss you again.

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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i could be a better boyfriend than him

summary: your boyfriend austin has chosen to ignore you once again when you've gone out together. thankfully olivia is there to remind you of what you're missing and deserve. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) pairing: olivia dejonge x reader, austin butler x reader rating: high t? minor sexual themes but i didn't actually have them have sex. it is implied that they're going to. word count: 1430 tw: cheating on arguably the reader's part and austin's part. bad boyfriend behavior. author's note: so. this is inspired purely by reinaeiry's cover of dove cameron's boyfriend since it comes up on my "put my daughter to sleep" playlist constantly. see also: i love austin but i'm a big 'ol bisexual and you better believe i want to make out with olivia as much as i do austin. also this is not a gala piece but if i didn't write it now i was gonna never post it so here you go.

Austin is- Austin used to be what you'd like to define as a perfect boyfriend sure, he had his issues but you tolerated them to the best of your ability. You wrote them off as just him being him. Since he's started shooting Elvis and since you joined him as soon as the shooting shutdown lifted- well, it's gotten worse. You don't know if it was the six months by himself that caused this or if just embracing everything else had caused this. It reminded you of his dedication to iceman cometh in a way, wanting to be the best of the best at the expense of those around him. It was a shame, too, because you more than anyone except Vanessa Hudgens and his sister and his closest friends knew exactly how much he cared about his people.

Then again, maybe you were wrong about him, considering at the moment you're sitting in a club on the couch scrolling through something trying to find some form of entertainment to go with your drink. Honestly you had only come to this club because Austin had asked and- you really don't know why he bothered since half the time he was off with someone being charming and "yeah, it's fun being able to get out of the house, you know how these rules have been." or "I'm not much of a dancer, but you can show me.". it's not that he was cheating, you'd know if he was because Austin has never had a poker face in his life. It's just that he was ignoring you in favor of everyone else. Your finger is hovering above your phone about to scroll down once again when you hear his voice from above you.

"Hey, darling, I've got an early morning call time, Baz wants to review a few scenes and see if we can find a way to make them better." He leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. "I'd hate to stop you from having fun, you want to just stay here?"

You don't, not really at least but you can see from Austin's shy half smile that he wants you to, he wants you to get to know the cast and crew a little better and what better way than indulging in a bit of partying. The sigh that escapes you when would have given most boyfriends pause and had them dragging you out of the building, but all Austin does is shrug. "Yeah, Aus, I'll just catch an uber home."

"Good, try and have some fun. Love you, darling." He says, giving you a quick peck to the lips and turning to leave. Your head goes back to your phone so you don't notice the girl sliding under his arm once he gets to the door.

However, Olivia does. Olivia notices him leave with a girl and she assumes it's you until she sighs and looks back at where you shouldn't be on the couch only to find you right there, glued to your phone and looking as if you'd rather be anywhere but here. It's then that she realizes Austin left you here to go do God knows what with the other girl. Her eyes narrow and while normally she doesn't get involved with you and Austin- this time she has to do something. You're- She likes you as a person and as someone who is attractive so the idea of leaving you hanging fills her with such dread that- no, you need someone to take you home and show you what you deserve.

Her feet carry her to you without a true second thought and for the second time tonight you realize someone is above you before they actually speak. Unlike with Austin though, you beat Olivia to the punch on saying hello.

"'Liv, hey. What are you doing here? Austin said something about an early morning call. Don't you have the same one?" You ask raising an eyebrow as your stomach twists just a little.

Olivia opens her mouth once, then twice before shaking her head. "No, I don't." She pauses and lets out a small exhale. "Austin isn't- Austin's been ignoring you half the night and now he's got to leave? Babe, his call time isn't that early, no one's is. why do you think I'm still here?"

That's what you were afraid of, that Austin had lied to leave to do- you don't even know what, you want to entertain what he's doing. You bite your lower lip before frowning. "Because you're a glutton for punishment and enjoy staying at clubs past when you should?"

Her lips curl into a slight smile before she laughs softly as she holds out a hand for you to take to pull you off the couch. "I've been watching you try and kiss him and get his attention instead of coming to rescue you all night. You might have a point."

You stare at her hand for a moment before taking it and using her to leverage yourself up. When you get up to the standing position you tilt your head while looking at her, your face scrunching up in confusion. "Is that what this is? A rescue?"

Olivia's eyes dart to your lips before moving back up to meet your eyes. This was probably the only time she'd be able to get you alone and out of Austin's view to be able to even try this so what would be the harm in throwing caution to the wind. Her tongue wets her lips before she clears her throat. "Maybe. Depends on if you let me kiss you, babe."

You swear in that moment the world actually stops. At the very least you swear it narrows to just the small space around you and Olivia. The world tilts a little and you think it's the alcohol finally hitting you but no, it's the rush of hearing someone kind of asking for a kiss from you. You don't remember the last time Austin had asked you for that and even when he did it wasn't being serious because he knew you'd always kiss him no matter what. Olivia doesn't know that, she doesn't know that the idea of kissing her has a heat curling in your body that you almost don't recognize. It feels better than what you've had with Austin and you want that feeling. You want that feeling to stay with you and you want to chase it. You think that's why in lieu of an answer you close the distance between you and Olivia, grabbing at the back of her neck and just pulling her in for a kiss.

It's messy, a clash of lips and tongue and you accidentally bite her lip but she doesn't mind. You actually hear a bit of a sigh at it if your ears are working right. The noise of the club starts to come back to you and everything else in the club starts to come back into your view and- you remember there's a couch behind you. Your free hand moves to Olivia's back and you start to force the two of you back to the couch. You want to make out with her, you want to feel her against you and it's in that moment that Olivia pulls away for air.

You groan softly when you look up at her, your pupils a little blown and you swear if Olivia were to move her hand in between your legs she'd feel just how embarrassingly turned on you are from your kiss with her. "Babe?" She whispers against your neck, nuzzling just slightly.

"Mm?" It's the only thing you can manage, words feeling as if they're sludge in your brain. This is embarrassing, you're a grown woman with a boyfriend who- well you don't know if he still loves you but here you are making out with his costar- his friend. "'Liv?"

"I'm- Come home with me." The question is murmured as she kisses up your neck until she reaches your earlobe and nips at it.

You should say no. You should tell her that you can't because you're still with Austin and you can't betray his trust like that but didn't he already do it first? Didn't he already take home a girl and maybe he's been fooling around with other people for longer than you've cared to notice. You're- You should be allowed this.

"Okay."

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romantiqueofthemind · 2 years

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SO With the Austin Olivia Throuple thing, it’s going to start out as an Olivia x Austin fic. For several reasons:

1: THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE OF THOSE

2: It’s a great intro to the Throuple and easier for me to write

3: BECAUSE THEYRE HOT AND THEIR SMUT WILL BE HOT

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. More updates soon!

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dreamersparacosm · 1 year

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

featuring olivia dejonge

knife kink (n): a form of consensual BDSM edgeplay involving knives as a source of physical and mental stimulation

nsfw!

note ; welcome to kinkvember DKDDJDJ i refuse to leave anything unfinished soooooo we’re just gonna keep posting blurbs like it’s October still…. anywho first time writing knife kink but I hope it’s good also ik this is longer than normal but y’all deserve it

warnings ; knife play, some good ol enemies to lovers, dirty talk, blah blah

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You’ve come to terms with one thing: Olivia DeJonge can kiss your ass.

She just has a way of getting under your skin.

Maybe it was her annoyingly chipper voice that raised twenty octaves when she was in your vicinity, or the looks she threw your way that could kill you if they were weapons. The way her presence could put put you in a bad mood within seconds. You two had always ran in the same friend group, but for some inconspicuous reason, could never see eye-to-eye.

While aimlessly browsing over the pages of your favorite book, you swirl the dark crimson wine in your glass. The cheese board you were previously nibbling on is now down to its final few pieces, with a knife set next to it. Your cozy home is filled with white noise as the rain patters against the glass and thunder claps softly in the distance. All you wanted to do was read and drink after a difficult week that included your boss running amok in your office and irrationally suggesting that you take on more projects.

The rap of knuckles on your door makes that plan seem a little more distant.

With a roll of your eyes and a slam of your novel against your wooden table, you shuffle into your slippers and make your way to your front door, swinging it open as you bury homicidal urges. Those urges become even more prominent when you see Olivia DeJonge on your doorstep, drenched in rain and staring at you like a deer in headlights.

“What the fuck?” Is the first and only thing that blurts out of your mouth. Your disdain is painted all over your face.

She blinks twice, “Uh, I was out, uh, drinking, needed a place to dry off.”

You snort, “So go home then.”

She wraps her arms around her body, a shiver coursing through her body. Her eyes are more telling than her facial features, and there’s an angel on your shoulder that’s feeding you guilt. “I-I can’t, I’m a little drunk if you couldn’t tell.”

You really couldn’t tell, because she stands on your porch clear as day, not a figment of your imagination surprisingly. She doesn’t look disheveled, just a little like a wet, helpless dog. In the name of civility, you open the door an inch more. “Bathrooms to the left. Be quick.”

She scurries past you, her drenched shoulder brushing against yours. You shudder at the sensation and move away, closing the door behind her. There’s a thickness that lies in the air with her body in your home. Despite the mutual friends you share, there’s not really much else to it. Some light hatred perhaps.

You retreat back to the living room couch, a sigh escaping your lips. Loud and long-suffering. There’s barely a moment of peace before the bathroom door swings open and she’s running back out into your hallway like a murderer on the loose. “I-I lied.”

“What?” You turn your head to look at her, taking in her frazzled expression.

“I’m not, I’m not here to pee. Or dry off. Or anything like that. I just,” she pauses to hiccup, and it’s then that you realize how drunk she is. “It’s just that I can’t do this sober. And I’m here now. So…”

You raise an eyebrow, “Come on, out with it, Olivia.”

Fiddling with her thumbs, she fixates her eyes on your carpeted floors. Floors that she’s staining with her damp shoes. You’ll Venmo request her for the cleaning fee later. “It’s just that I know you hate me. And I kinda hate you too. In some weird way. I just… I just hate the fact that you make me feel like this.”

“What are you talking about?” You say, unable to take your eyes off her.

She glances back at you, opens her mouth like she’s about to make a bold statement. Nothing comes out, just the silence that engulfs your living room and the thunder that claps in the distance. The thickness that swallowed the room previously is now replaced with a tension that causes you to shift in your chair, wiggle around like an animal in heat. She finally speaks, “I hate the fact that I want you.”

Heart stills in your chest. Black pools your vision. There’s a moment where your lungs stop inhaling air and just sits like a motor that’s continuously revving its engine, hoping for some take. You refuse to look at her, just keep your eyes trained on your wine glass that’s half-empty.

And then you’re thinking. Thinking how she used to make fun of you, used to tease you for things that were out of your control. Thinking of how she lingered near you despite her consistent hatred. Thinking of the times she’s made eye contact with you before swiveling her head to face somewhere else. Thinking how you could have missed this.

“What?” You whisper.

“I-I’m sorry, I can just go, this is a lot,” You hear her feet shuffle across the floor, and it’s enough to stir you out of your thoughts. You stand up on your feet, limbs shaky.

“Hold on,” You swallow thickly. “You’re telling me… this whole time, you’ve treated me like shit because you had some kind of little crush on me?”

And your mind is whirling, steam-rolled and blended into nothingness. Palms sweaty, eyes incessantly blinking. Feels like time lulls and there’s glue poured between the hands of your wooden clock. How could you have missed this?

It’s just you and her. Her big brown orbs seem smaller than usual, you note.

She kicks the carpet with her shoe, “I’m sorry, this is really weird, I should go —“

“Olivia,” you say sternly. There’s a hint of aggression behind your tone that forces her eyes in your direction.

“Yes?” She squeaks.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You cross your arms over your shoulder, cocking your head to the side, observing her for all she is. For now, she’s a helpless girl who couldn’t outwardly put a name on her feelings towards you. There’s a tiny part of you that is attracted to her submissiveness.

“Because I don’t like you — or well, I didn’t like you. I think… think you’re a little bit of a brat. Always want it your way or the highway, always need someone there to take care of you. So I don’t really know why I feel like this, why I want you,” She seems to cut herself off before she can speak more.

You take a step forward. And maybe it’s the rainy weather, or the hovering buzz of the wine you drank earlier, that feels like there’s a magnetic pull between you two, but you ignore it all and take another step. She doesn’t back away.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t like you either,” Your voice comes out as a low whisper that only she can comprehend.

“Hm?” She swallows, crossing her arms over her chest like a shield.

You take another step, only a mere few inches away from her face. You can see every freckle, every pore of her alabaster skin that glows underneath the light in your home. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted slightly. Some animalistic part of you wants to reach out and see what those lips would feel like against your own. “What did you come over here to do, Olivia? Tell me you hate me but want me and then leave?”

Her eyes darken at the realization that there’s a possibility you might not actually be rejecting her. Her body straightens, tongue pokes out to wet her lips. “Came over here to see if there was a chance you wanted me to.”

And you’re on her within seconds. Lips meshing with a gnash of teeth, all messy and filthy and everything you could imagine it to be. It feels as though the world stops spinning on its axis, like the rain clears away. Your hands cup her warm cheeks, pull her body closer into you. She’s reaching for you too, trying to feel anything, decipher if this is real or something her drunken mind has concocted.

Somehow in the darkened room that feels unfamiliar in this context, you two tumble backwards onto the couch, a tangle of limbs hoping to feel the sensation of one another. She moans a little into the kiss, and you take the moment to feel the way her soft lips melt into your own, taste the leftover tequila on her tongue. Your spine presses into the cushion, her hand cupping your cheek.

You’re still a little shocked this is even happening.

As if she is baffled as well, she pulls away, says, “Are you sure,” she presses another kiss to your jawline. “You sure this is good?”

You roll your eyes so far they almost fall through the back of your brain, “Just shut up and kiss me, Olivia.”

Her lips meld into yours once more, and you hear the thunder clap in the far distance. She straddles you, her thighs strategically placed on either side of you. There’s a dominant side that is burning like a fire inside her, and you find yourself intrigued enough to not blow it out.

Your eyes are squeezed tight, hands wandering to feel up her curves that are accentuated in her black jeans. Her hips rut into your own crotch, and that receives an unsolicited whimper from your mouth that only fuels her more. “Jesus,” you groan into her mouth, while she takes the opportunity to nip and bite down your jawline to your neck.

Nothing about this is soft or forlorn or hopelessly romantic, and despite the cliche, you’re pleasantly surprised at her skill. Her fingers move swiftly to pull down your silk shorts, notice the pretty lace underwear that’s underneath. She doesn’t need to see anything else to know you’re soaking with the way you shake with each touch.

“Come on, get on with it,” You speak through gritted teeth. She looks back up at you, a sinister smirk a stark contrast on her face from her previous expression.

“Didn’t know you were such a fucking whore,” She sneers, resuming the pace of her hips against your aching cunt. Another soft moan exits you with no warning.

“Didn’t know you were such a bitch,” Your jaw clenches, eyes narrowing. “Oh wait, I fucking did.”

And if it weren’t for the venomous look she gave you next, or the fact that you were so eager for any form of stimulation, you wouldn’t have let her pick up the knife you had placed on your table earlier, and feel the sharp ridges against your neck. You gasp at the sensation, struggling to move away from her advances. “Olivia, what the fuck?”

Although your automatic response is fear, the butterflies in your stomach don’t go unnoticed. You haven’t been handled like this in a while, let alone by someone who’s harbored sexual tension with you for the past couple of years. She just smirks, her plump lips wet with your saliva, “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, babe.”

She drags the dull side of the knife down your throat, past the lump that you’ve swallowed and down to your breasts, encircling the hardened nipple. Your breaths are shallow, caught in your lungs and your mind is fuzzy as you try to think of something to combat her, to gain your dominance back.

But you’re all out of words when her free hand roams back down to your underwear that is now soaked with your own juices, dripping with desire and adrenaline. She’s pleasantly surprised at how easy it is to catch you in this position.

“Fuck, I don’t know how you make me feel like this,” She murmurs, mostly to herself, partially to you. You’re unable to retort, still under the hypnotic sensation of the cold metal against your burning skin. Her nimble fingers find their way to your burning core, pressing against your clitoris and anticipating the way your body jolts at the feeling.

She isn't acting gentle as she grips the back of your head, holding a few of your hair strands in her fingers. You can tell she’s having fun, despite the hostility that still lingers in the air, her exasperation, and the intense smug on her face. You wonder if maybe you have crossed the appropriate line that was drawn once before.

“Now, be a good girl for me and take whatever I give you.”

You have definitely crossed the line.

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sagesolsticewrites · 1 year

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hi sageykinz !!!!! i was craving some austin x reader x olivia content & then i was like i know the exact person for the job!

so i have 2 for ya (if u want!)

#5 - “I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!” (i thought this would be cute with austin vs olivia lol)

& ice skating!! (i’m imagining austin/reader/olivia r just vvvv attracted to each other here 👀)

but do whatever u want, i just need some trio magic 😭

- @burninlovebutler 😘😘

MEL MY BELOVED YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS REQUEST MADE ME 🥹

being poly myself I love love lovee writing poly x reader fics 🥰

(actually putting these under a cut bc they ended up much, much longer that I’d anticipated oops 😂)

Send me drabble prompts!

5.) “I hate Christmas shopping” / “I love Christmas shopping!”

You skipped into the kitchen, humming happily as you checked the final few things off your list.

“What’s got you so happy, sweetheart?” Austin asked from the kitchen table where he and your girlfriend were sitting.

“Oh nothing,” you smiled, “Just got all my Christmas shopping done. It feels good to check things off the to-do list. Hey, how’s your Christmas shopping going, my loves? I know you two have been busy lately,” you say, genuine sympathy in your eyes.

They very casually assure you that their Christmas shopping is mostly done, just one or two small things they need to get for their other friends, and you nod, “Well, that’s good. As long as you two remember to take some time for yourselves, please? I don’t want you stressing yourselves out just for a little holiday.”

Austin and Olivia both assure you they’re fine, and you vanish back into your room to finish wrapping presents for your family.

As soon as you’re gone, they lock eyes.

“I haven’t had time to go Christmas shopping.”

“Me neither.”

“I hate Christmas shopping!”

“I love Christmas shopping!”

“Wait, what?” They say in unison.

“How can you hate Christmas shopping?! Getting to pick out the perfect gift for someone you love, everyone around you in the holiday spirit..”

“See, Liv, you just listed the reasons I don’t like it,” Austin says with a chuckle, “There’s so much pressure to choose an absolutely perfect gift, and there’s so many people, and everyone’s stressed out, it’s just… it’s a lot.”

Olivia thinks for a moment, then it hits her. “Hey, what if we just did it together?”

“Did… what together?”

“Christmas shopping, silly! We’ll split off to get each other gifts if we need to, but we can do the rest of the shopping together, and maybe it’ll be at least a little more enjoyable for you that way?”

Austin beams at his girlfriend. “I’d love that. I can’t believe we didn’t think of that before.”

“Come on, Aus, you know I’m the one with the brains in this relationship,” Liv teases, leaning over to give him a quick peck so he knows she doesn’t mean it.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but I think we both know who actually has the brains in this relationship,” Austin laughs, already grabbing his coat.

“Y/N,” they both chorus in unison.

Austin heads down the hall as Olivia gets her coat and shoes, knocking on your door before opening it just a crack to peek inside. “Sweetheart, Liv and I are gonna head out to do some last-minute shopping, are you gonna be okay here?”

You look up from the partially wrapped box, hastily taping a corner down before turning your full attention to your boyfriend. “Oh yeah, of course! Have fun and be safe,” you remind him, coming over to the door to give him a kiss before he leaves. You poke your head out into the hall and call towards Olivia, “Have fun babe, be safe!”, making sure to blow her a kiss, too.

“We will!” she calls back, and both you and Austin can hear the smile in her voice.

“Oh, and,” you place a hand on Austin’s arm, gently stopping him as he starts to walk away, “Would you mind picking up something for dinner on the way home? I don’t feel like cooking tonight,” you ask, almost apologetically.

“Of course sweetheart,” he assures you with a nod as he heads back down the hall, “We’ll let you know when we’re on our way home!”

At the mall, Austin does okay for the most part. It’s much better with Liv there than if he was alone, but eventually all the hustle and bustle of the shoppers and the tinny Christmas carols being piped through the mall speakers start to get to him, and he starts getting antsy. He really wants to go home, but he tries to hide it when Liv decides she wants to stop by one of the candle stores to see if they can find anything after they’ve bought all the gifts they need.

They’ve only been in there for a few minutes, however, when she starts picking up on his less-than-cheery mood, and finally decides it’s time to go home.

“I’m sorry that took so long,” she says as they get in the car, gifts securely tucked away in the trunk, “But it wasn’t too bad, was it?”

Austin gives her a soft smile, “No, it wasn’t that bad. Though it was definitely just because you were there.”

“Well, I’m happy I could be of service,” she teases.

On the way home they stop at your favorite restaurant and bring home a veritable feast — Christmas shopping apparently works up an appetite.

Gifts securely hidden away, they spend the rest of that night cuddling with you on the couch, eating dinner and watching all the cheesy Christmas movies you want.

17.) Ice Skating 🥰

“How are you so good at this?” Austin said, exchanging surprised glances with Olivia as they took in the way you glided across the ice like it was nothing.

Sure, you had sounded incredibly excited when you suggested an ice skating date that weekend, but neither of your partners had expected… this.

“I dunno,” you shrugged, facing them with a grin as you turned smoothly into a backwards glide on the less crowded portion of the rink. “I grew up with ice skating lessons and went to open skate at the rink back home pretty much every weekend when I was a kid. Guess some of it just stuck with me.”

Slowing down, you moved so you were skating alongside your partners, assessing how they were doing so far. Olivia was doing fairly well, she was confident enough to move away from the wall lining the ice a bit, but Austin… sweet California born-and-raised Austin was struggling, clinging to the wall for support, though he was clearly trying to make it seem like he was against the wall on purpose.

Exchanging amused glances with your girlfriend, you moved so you were skating between them, linking hands so both of them had support from you.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you Aus,” you teased gently, adding a squeeze of your hand so he knew you were being genuine, that you would be there if he needed you.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I appreciate it,” he laughed, returning the squeeze, which soon turned into a chain of hand squeezes between the three of you as you tried to tease each other while keeping your balance, eventually ending with the three of you collapsing into giggles as you glided aimlessly along the wall.

Soon, though, you could sense that both Austin and Olivia were getting tired, and you suggested stopping for the day and grabbing some hot chocolate at the stand nearby to warm up. They took your suggestion gratefully, and you soon found yourself squashed between them on a bench just outside the rink, each of you holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate.

“This was fun, baby,” Olivia said, tucking a stray wisp of hair back into your hat from where it had escaped, “Thank you for suggesting it.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smiled, leaning to rest your head oh her shoulder, her faux-fur lined hood proving a more than satisfactory pillow.

Your head shot right back up, however, as you perked up seeing the Zamboni come out to clean up the ice. You were hit with a sudden longing to get back out onto the rink. It had been so long since you’d skated on glass-smooth ice…

Your excitement isn’t lost on your partners, as Austin nudges your shoulder with a knowing smile.

“Go on, get back out there. I know you want to.”

You turn to see Olivia giving you a grin matching Austin’s, and she takes your hot chocolate from your hands gently. “Go ahead sweetheart, give us a show,” she teases gently.

You feel your face heat up, a sweet, warm feeling that has nothing to do with the hot chocolate spreading throughout your body as you realize just how easily your partners can read you.

“Fine, fine, if you insist,” you playfully sigh, quickly slipping back into your skates and making your way back to the ice.

It’s late, and everyone else seems to have left for the evening. It’s just the three of you left as you step onto the ice and begin to glide, unable to stop a smile spreading across your face at how your movements are that much smoother and cleaner on recently swept ice. You feel Austin and Olivia’s eyes on you, and you let out a laugh as you hear them whooping and cheering for you as if you’re an Olympic skater. You warm up with a few laps around the rink, playfully blowing kisses to them every time you pass.

You decide to show off for them a little by doing a few of the jumps you remember from when you were younger, and though you don’t quite stick the landing on all of them, you know Austin and a Olivia are incredibly impressed, if their dropped jaws are anything to go off of.

Eventually you come off the ice, beaming, a rosy glow in your cheeks.

Your partners come to meet you, Olivia still holding your abandoned hot chocolate.

“So that was…” Austin begins, somewhat speechless.

“Incredible!” Olivia shrieks as you untie your rented skates and slip back into your winter boots. “Babe, how come you never told us you could do that?”

You shrug shyly, “I guess it just never came up?”

“Well we definitely need to go ice skating more often,” Austin says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close as you make your way back to the car, “Especially if we’re gonna get a show like that every time.”

You feel your face heat up even more as the two of them shower you with praise, and you decide to turn the attention back to them.

“Well I’m just glad I got to spend today with my two favorite people in the world,” you say, squeezing their hands clasped in yours, “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” they murmur, and as snow begins to fall on a moonlit winter night, you pull each of them in for a sweet kiss, joy filling your chest with warmth.

#full disclosure I wrote both of these on exactly zero hours of sleep so if anything doesn’t make sense… that’s why lol #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfiction #olivia dejonge #olivia dejonge x reader #austin x olivia x reader #austin butler x olivia dejonge x reader #sage answers #mel 🥀#drabbles

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