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youaintnothinbuta · 4 months

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“What flavour do you want?” “You.” — austin butler x reader

Summary: At the end of a dinner date, Austin decides he’d rather have you for dessert.

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem!reader

Word count: 1200

Warnings: smut, 18+, oral (f receiving), explicit, mature language. also warning this might be a little bit shit, I wrote this last year and never posted it :,)

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You and Austin sat across from each other, on your date, him observing you as you considered the dessert menu.

“What are you thinking, Aus? We could get ice cream, what flavour do you want? Vanilla? Chocolate?” You asked, not lifting your eyes from the menu.

Austin smiled, it stretched perhaps a little too far as he leaned in to you and mumbled, “You.”

You laughed at his joke, “C’mon, what do you want for dessert?”

“You.” He repeated himself, his hand reaching out under the table to gently tap the inside of your knee.

Oh. OH. He wasn’t joking.

Your heart fluttered a little, realising he’d been sat there, watching you quietly, thinking about all the things he could be doing right now, all the things he wanted to be doing.

“Do you want to go?” You asked, shifting in your chair.

“Very much so.” Austin stood up, going to pay the bill. Coming back to your table, he picked up your coat off the back of your chair and draped it over your shoulders as you stood up.

The pair of you walked out the restaurant graciously, but inside your tummy was on fire, tingling with excitement, knowing what was soon going to unravel between you and him. The whole drive home Austin kept his fingertips pressed into your thigh, gripping onto you for dear life. Austin was starving for you, ready to devour you the second he got a chance. He always gave you good head, he loved it, loved making sure you felt good, but when he got himself worked up the way he had, wanting to eat you the way he did, it was always an extra intense experience.

“Come on, baby, bedroom.” He placed a hand on your back, guiding you with him as he locked the door after bringing you inside. He didn’t have to tell you twice.

“Sit, Austin.” You pushed him gently towards the edge of the bed. He nodded and took a seat, watching you with hungry eyes. You dropped your coat on the floor and lifted one of your feet up on his knee, asking him to undo the buckle of your heels. He did just that, pushing your foot down and bringing your other one up to do the same.

You stood in front of him, each of his hands finding your thighs, running his fingers up and down the back of them, tickling you slightly.

“Let me at it, darlin’.” He cooed, pulling you closer to him. You smiled, bringing his hand under your dress, to the waistband of your underwear. He pushed them down around your hips and then to the floor, taking his middle finger and pressing into you slowly, before drawing a slit down towards your clit, making you shudder. He paused for a second, shutting his eyes to process how wet you were for him.

He brought his face to your body, gently kissing around your tummy. He placed his hands on your hips, guiding you to lay down. You did just that, he then got comfortable, laying between your legs. He continued his trail of kisses, up and down your inner thighs, all around your pussy, except for the place you needed him most.

“Austin.” You mumble his name, your way of asking him to move on with the teasing. He smiled, placing a final kiss directly on your clit, making you jump slightly.

“Mm, sensitive, baby?” He hummed.

You nodded.

“Good,” he kissed your core once again, “I always get the best orgasms from you like this.”

He wrapped his arms around each of your legs and pulled your body closer to him, resting his hands on your tummy. He collected your arousal on the tip of his tongue as he licked a long stripe up your slit, before letting your own fluid coat your clit, swirling around in slow circles, making your moaning begin. Your hands reached down, tangling your fingers in his blonde curls as you gently gripped and tugged on his hair. Your sudden desperation he takes as a cue that he’s dragged it out long enough, and he encompasses his lips around your clit, gently sucking on it. You let out the most strung-out, desperate moan, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a good look at what he was doing to you.

“I love the way you taste, darlin’.” He looked up at you, gave you a little grin and went back to sucking on your clit, making eye contact with you as often as he could. The visual of him, pleasing you like this, it’s almost enough to push you right over the edge, your arms started to shake with the weight of your body, making you drop back down onto the bed, continuing to whimper and whine as you watch Austin down the length of your body. He stopped sucking for a moment, bringing one of his hands off your stomach and using his thumb to lift the hood of your clit up, giving himself more surface area to suck on.

“Holy fuck, Austin.” You gasped, your pelvis smacking into his nose as your body jolted, your already sensitive clit on fire with the feeling he was giving you. Austin knew your body, knew the signs of your orgasm building. The specific whiny moans, the way you hips couldn’t hold still, the way you pressed up again him to get as much friction as you could, and the way your thighs started trembling.

“Oh, baby.” He mumbled against you.

“Austin, please, I’m so close.” You begged, your hands unable to choose whether they’d rather grip onto the bedsheets or his hair.

“I know, honey, come for me.” He encouraged you, his hands having to press harder and harder on your stomach to hold you still enough to keep his lips in contact with you.

You thrashed around, in his grip, your body unsure of what to do with all the pleasure he was giving you. With a loud cry, you felt that big release, your thighs clenched around his head, your orgasm pulled your hips upwards, lightly smacking Austin in the nose, making him smile as he continued to gently lick the rest of your orgasm out of you.

Once he was sure he’d gotten out of you all he could, he crawled up, laying his body over yours. The weight of his body on yours helped you calm down from your high, and he loved the feeling your body twitching underneath him, the feeling of your heart racing, right up against his.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your lips, then your forehead, “such a good girl for me.”

Still wriggling around under him, you couldn’t manage anything but another moan, making him chuckle.

“That was good, huh, baby?” He smiled, looking down at you.

“Yeah.” You mumbled, your abs clenching against him with another twitch.

“Still coming for me? Oh, darling, that’s it, that’s the way.” He continued to talk you through your orgasm, holding gentle eye contact with you.

With a deep exhale, you finally felt your heart rate begin to return to normal and your muscles relax, “That was crazy, Austin.” You laughed.

He smiled, “told you I could get a good one.”

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pastorpresent · 2 years

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Just Let Me Adore You.

[ you can't watch what their doing to him any more. He's overworked. Exhausted, and pumped full of pills to keep awake. ]

TW: mention of drug use, vomiting, blood, mild sexual content.

Elvis/YN, or Austin!Elvis/YN if preferred

"Where is he?"

Your voice is sharp, demanding, and Vernon looks fearful almost as he takes a small step behind the colonel.

"Don't get all twisted up, sweetness. He's resting, was a big show tonight."

You didn't think you could hate anyone quite as much as you hated the man in front of you. From the minute he stepped into the picture, he only had one intention: bleed Elvis dry for everything he had.

It didn't matter how much you tried to warn him. Elvis saw him as a second father figure of sorts, and refused to say a bad word about the old bastard.

You had no such qualms.

"I want to see him, you twisted monster," you spat, glare hardening.

The ridiculous show schedule they had him on was taking its toll. Tonight more than ever. He looked awful up there, even if he did sing and perform just as perfect as ever, but even that made your chest ache. He would kill himself before he would let down his fans. You could see it backstage, between songs, where he would all but stumble to the waiting chair, letting them slip him pills and needles and shoving his face in ice water until he was gasping for breath, hurriedly reapplying his eyeliner before the next song.

He was dead on his feet. A puppet on strings doing everything he was told, consequences be damned.

"Now listen to me-"

"Let her in," that was Vernon's tired voice cutting in, avoiding your face, but you could see the guilt there anyway. "She might be able to settle him down," he continued, even softer, and you felt your concern grow worse.

Parker huffed, muttering something incoherent but stepping aside away from the door to the penthouse. You kept your posture tall, giving him a brief nod before pushing past and locking the door behind you.

There was silence for a few moments, and then a half moan, half sob. It was unmistakably him.

You followed the noise to the bathroom, and found your lover on the floor covered in vomit, sobbing dejectedly over the bathtub.

"Elvis, sweetheart," you gasp, dropping to your knees. He recoils almost, curling in on himself miserably.

"You need to go, mama. Can't- Can't be having you 'round when I'm like this," he moaned, burying his face away in his legs.

"No, baby. This is exactly the times I should be around," you say, moving close enough to wrap your arms around him. His reaction is almost automatic, even if he does try to fight it. His arms curl desperately around your waist, face buried in your chest as he cries, begs for unnecessary forgiveness.

"Hate myself, baby. I'm- I can't- I need to let you go, mama. You need'a run. Run far a'ay, you hear me?"

You shook your head, rocking him and pressing kisses to his damp hair, running your fingers over his back.

"Don't say those things. Please, Elvis. Don't say those things. You're amazing, baby. You did so well up there tonight," you knew it was what he needed, ultimately. He was so terrified of failing, of disappointing those flocks of people who scream and cry for him, as if he ever even could. You were convinced he could sit and talk for a few minutes about the blandest topic in the world and they would still go wild.

It was his greatest fear. That's why he let them fill him with drugs and take half his money. Consequences be damned, as long as he was making the people happy.

He all but mewled against you at the praise, slumping further into your warmth, mumbling a broken "you rea'ly think so?"

It shattered your heart, and you nodded, kissing his forehead.

"So good baby, but you need to rest now, for a little while. Till you're all nice and better, sweetheart."

Predictably, he shook his head, although anything he planned on saying was cut off with a harsh gag, and he was pulling away from you quickly to cough up a sickly mix of bile and blood over the tile floor.

He was pale, skin clammy, and while you winced in sympathy you couldn't help but be slightly relieved at the ejection of those horrible pills from his body.

He was apologising again, words slurred and body wracked by violent shakes.

"'Nother show, a-at t-ten. Colonel said demand was enough for it, I'm gettin' two shows a night," he sounded proud, despite being half dead on the floor like a weakened animal, eyes half shut and muscles tense, twitching incessantly.

"No," you spoke firm, leaving absolutely zero wiggle room for compromise, "you can't go back out there tonight. A few nights, maybe even a few weeks. You're going to kill yourself," it was brutal, perhaps a little harsh, but what else could you do? How else would he ever come to accept how bad the situation was, if not even one person in his life could be honest?

"If it's how I go, it's how I go."

Anger fluttered in your stomach, and you pulled him up to sit against the wall, sitting directly in front of him, hands clamped on his shoulders. You watched his eyes drift and struggle to focus on your face despite the close proximity.

"Don't you dare! What about Lisa, huh? You gonna have me explain to her where her daddy's gone? Want me to tell her how he loved them more than her? The Colonel, the fans, whoever the hell else! And- and what about me?! You just- you just gonna leave me, like that? After everything?!"

You didn't realise quite how worked up you had gotten, nor the tears streaming over your face, until he lifted a hand to cup your cheek, trying to thumb the wetness away as if he could make it all better just by cleaning up your hysterics.

It was him pulling you in this time. You wanted to fight. You were so damn furious, still - but his hands left you powerless, reducing you to a palatable mess who sunk against him in a bone heavy heap, hiding your face in his neck.

"Sorry, mama. Sorry. Not leaving either of yas, what kinda man would that make me, huh? What kinda daddy, or husband? Needa look after ya better, don't I? Look after my best girls."

You nod against his damp skin, a mix of tears and sweat as his body struggles. Your breath hitches when you feel how shaky his hands are running through your hair, and you pull back enough to wipe at your eyes.

"Let's get you to bed, baby. Let me look after you this time," you say quietly, running your thumb over his jaw. He blinks at you, a small smile tugging his lips, even if it is a little forced.

He looks pained and so, so exhausted. You never thought yourself capable of violence, but you wouldn't hesitate to kill Tom Parker for what he's done to your man. You remember those early days, back in memphis, back when his momma was alive. He was so bright then - so happy and carefree.

The years since had only served to beat him down. The shows and the fame and the fucking colonel- they only ever served to break him, and here he was now. Broken. He would never again be that nineteen year old starry eyed boy you first met, but that was ok. You loved him no matter what, just like you always swore.

You help him to his feet, and between yourself and the bathtub he makes it up on trembling legs. You wrap your arm secure around his waist, and you notice his slight wince, an insecurity spurred on by those awful pills. You tighten your grip, kiss his cheek to reassure him you don't care in the slightest.

It's slow, but you get him to the bed. He all but collapses into it with a groan, eyes already fluttering shut.

"Let's get you some clean clothes, baby," you encourage, and he obeys so easily as you strip him out of the soiled jumpsuit, tugging on some briefs in its place and some softer sleeping pants.

"Shirt, mama?"

It's not cold in the room, and the vulnerability in his eyes makes the shattered pieces of your heart burn.

"Don't need one, baby. I promise. You're gorgeous. All my gorgeous man, daddy," you assure, kissing his collarbone all tender and letting your hands move careful over his sides.

He shivers, squirming a little on the bed under your touch.

"You sure baby? Not quite as pretty as I useta be," he mumbles, and you huff a little, continuing to kiss downwards, on your knees all but worshipping every piece of visible skin.

"So gorgeous, daddy."

"What'd I do to deserve ya, huh?" Elvis whispers, and you chuckle a little against his skin, and his smile this time feels much more real.

"Somethin' diabolical, I'm sure," you tease, pushing him gentle until he lies down.

"Think I must'a been a saint or somethin," he drawled, and you smile.

"Or somethin."

You dip to press a kiss to his forehead, which still feels awfully hot. You decide a cold towel might help, but as you go to grab it he grips your hand.

"Where ya goin?"

He's giving you those puppy eyes, fingers linking with yours.

"Gonna get a towel, try to cool you down some. You're burning, baby," he shakes his head, whimpering a little, pressing his lips to your hand.

"Stay, mama. Ya all I need, you'll fix me right up with ya pretty lips. Just wanna hold ya, is all. Ya my medicine," he murmurs, and you sigh softly, perching on the bed and running your fingers through his hair.

"I'll only be downstairs, baby. Just one moment, ok?"

Reluctantly he loosens his grip, pressing a weak kiss to your thigh as an almost wordless agreement.

You rush downstairs and search for a towel, wetting it with cold water. You grab a bowl from the kitchen incase the nausea hits again, and a glass of water. You're just gathering up the things to take upstairs when you hear voices from the bedroom.

You quickly grab the supplies and go up, only to find Elvis now half sitting, struggling to get all the way up, breathing rough like he's panicking and trying not to cry. The colonel stands at the foot of the bed, cigar between his lips puffing clouds of smoke, arms folded over his chest as he watched, almost bemused.

"What the hell are you doing?" You spit, almost dropping the glass in your haste to reach your man. You place the water on the bedside, the bowl on the floor, and ease the towel around his neck, whispering reassurances as you direct him to lie back down. You can see in his eyes that he doesn't necessarily want to, but his body is far too weak to fight your guiding hands, and his head lands back onto the pillow with a soft thump.

"He's got a performance in a half hour. We need him downstairs for sound check and wardrobe," Parker states, voice void of any sympathy. He's looking at the sick man with something akin to frustration and anger, and you can see how it hurts him, can feel him try to sit again under your hands only to be physically incapable.

"He's not going on that damn stage," you growl right back.

"It's none negotiable, little girl. He signed a damn contract, he honours it!" Tom hissed, getting into your space.

You didn't back down, grabbing your lovers hand to assure him you were ok when you felt him try to struggle to his feet again.

"He's half fucking dead, you dimwit! You're working him to death, can't you see that? He's a human being! You can't just stuff him with drugs and push him onto a damn stage night in night out! He needs rest!"

The Colonel shook his head, chuckling. He looked at Elvis, who was glaring up at him now.

"You letting your girl fight your battles now? Letting her make the rules?"

He glances your way, tightening the grip on your hand.

"She's right. It's too much," it felt almost relieving to hear him finally say it. "Tell them I'll resume I'm a few days but not tonight."

You hoped you could convince him for a little more than that, but it would do for now.

The colonel seemed to of realised he lost, storming out with a promise to make us both pay.

The door slammed, and you climbed onto the bed immediately, wrapping yourself around him and kissing his lips sweetly, letting your hands draw patterns over his bare arms.

"I do good, baby?" He hummed quietly, and you nod, the tension melting from your body as he nuzzles into you, linking your legs and bringing his arms around your waist to tug you closer.

"The best. I'm proud of you," you murmur into his hair, peppering his face with gentle kisses.

You both lie like that for a little while, and eventually you can feel him snoring softly against you. You let yourself drift off too, feeling impossibly safe in his arms.

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Please Don’t Leave Me: Elvis Presley

Austin Butler Masterlist

word count: 608

Request: I was wondering if you could do something with Austin!elvis where the reader is an artist as well and they get into an argument at Graceland in front of his parents and the reader ends up leaving for a bit ( like a few hours) she comes back and he’s all over?? If not that’s ok too🥰🥰

You weren't even sure what you and Elvis were arguing about at this point, what had started out as you bringing up some concerns about his manager The Colonel, that both you and your own manager noticed was now turned around on you saying how you were jealous of him and anything else he could spew at you.

"Elvis you need to calm down. I did not realize you to talk to a woman like that." His mother said.

"Mama stayed out this!" He said angrily.

"Elvis baby I'm not trying to fight with you, I'm just trying to look out for you, you have so much potential and I don't want the Colonel to take advantage of that." You said wiping your tears.

"I don't need you to look out for me!" He shouted nearly making you flinch.

"Fine, I won't then." You said snatching your bag and keys off of the counter and making a run for one of the cars.

"Baby where are you going?" He called out chasing after you.

You climbed into the car and started it ignoring everyone who was calling out after you, before speeding out of there watching as Elvis's figure disappear in your rearview mirror as you left. You drove around for a bit trying to clear your head, trying to understand why Elvis was so harsh to you. You pulled up to one of your favorite shops where you knew the owner would let you come hang out and write if you wanted to in peace without any questions.

"New song?" The owner asked as you sat there working out a new melody on the piano.

"More or less." You said not sure what you were playing, it was just helping you keep your mind off Elvis.

Meanwhile back at Graceland Elvis was a mess constantly pacing the house with each hour that passed and you still weren't home. He was worried that maybe you had left for good after everything he said to you today, he needed to know that you were okay. He took a seat outside on the steps and tried to calm himself down when he saw someone pulling into Graceland and he prayed that it was you. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was you and stood up immediately and once you were out of the car, he wrapped his arms around you.

"I was so worried about you baby." He said quietly placing kisses all over your face before finally resting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I just needed to get out of here for a little bit before we said things we both regret." You said.

"No don't apologize, baby, none of what happened today was your fault. I was so worried that you were gonna leave me today after how mean I was to you when you were only looking out for me. Please don't leave." He said crying as he pulled back so he could look you in the eye.

"I'm not gonna leave you, Elvis. Not now, not ever. I love you so much, baby." You said wiping his tears before placing a kiss on his lips.

"I love you too sweetheart, now let's go get some rest." He said grabbing your hand and leading you inside the house.

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oh-austin · 1 year

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photographer!yn

for all my wives because we can’t stop thirsting over these bts pics

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yourinstagram early hair and makeup test #elvisfilm

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user3 how did you get these pics?

↳ user5 she’s the film’s photographer, baz hired her

↳ yourinstagram that he did!! I have a very cool job

oliviadejonge making austin look 10x better

↳ yourinstagram it’s hard work 🥱

austinfan6 austin in these pics hnggggg 🥴🥴🥴

↳ austinfan8 makes me feel some sorta way

user11 are you going to post more Elvis bts

↳ yourinstagram my entire feed is now dedicated to pictures of my time in Australia and Elvis 🫶🏼

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oliviadejonge yourinstagram and i take on australia

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yourinstagram miss dejonge arent you supposed to be on set right now?

↳ oliviadejonge miss l/n I didn’t think that canoodling with the talent was in your job description 🧐

↳ austinfan16 sorry what?

austinfan18 as if olivia just outed y/n like that

austinfan19 now olivia tell us which cast member y/n was kissing 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

↳ austinfan22 has to be austin

↳ user24 idk dacre was seen in queensland a few days ago…

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yourinstagram baz and austin in early hair and makeup tests for #elvisfilm

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austinfan22 just admit you’re dating austin

austinfan25 you’re not fooling anyone xo

austinbutler your eye for art never ceases to amaze me

↳ yourinstagram 🖤

↳ user26 what’re y’all doing? .. screwin?

↳ austinfan28 definitely

dacremontgomery you’re an amazing photographer y/n

↳ yourinstagram ❤️❤️

↳ austinfan30 me trying to decode what the different coloured hearts mean 😤😤😤

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yourinstagram six months in australia now, so grateful for my job and everything that’s come with it 🖤

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austinfan32 UHHHHH Y/N WHATS THAT NECKLACE YOURE WEARING

austinfan35 UMMMMM LIKE AN INTITAL NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS YOU.. BUT BECAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS YOU???

↳ austinfan36 I knew she was a swiftie 😭😭

user37 y/n exposed her and austin I can’t believe this 🫢

austinfan38 ‘A’ AS IN AUSTIN

yourinstagram has deleted this post !

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austinupdates OKAY!!! So Y/N L/N, the Elvis film photographer, had the second post up yesterday and then deleted it because she was wearing a necklace with an ‘A’ on it (1st slide) Many people believe that they’ve been together for the last six months or so. Now Y/N has reuploaded the picture with the necklace CROPPED OUT (2nd slide)!!!

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austinfan44 Y/N YOURE NOT SLICK

user47 I understand wanting to keep our relationship private, but now everyone knows they should just tell us

austinfan49 I want y/n and austin content

user53 confused, wasn’t she sending hearts to dacre???

↳ austinfan55 she just replied to his comment with some

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austinbutler grateful for this opportunity to fill such big shoes. thank you to my lady for capturing my first time all done up as the king #elvisfilm

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austinfan58 austin being the one to confirm their relationship was not on my bingo card for this year

austinfan61 MY LADY? Someone catch me im swooning

austinfan64 y/n these elvis pics are making me h-word…

↳ yourinstagram me too, it’s okay

user66 I cant wait for this movie

bazlurhman you’re such a talent 🌟

austinbutler 🖤🖤🖤

↳ yourinstagram 🖤

↳ austinfan68 guys i think black hearts are their thing, we might just be dumb 😭😭

oliviadejonge wait.. you’re dating y/n… I’m also dating y/n

↳ austinbutler yourinstagram care to explain?

↳ yourinstagram there’s enough of me to go around, go back to doing your jobs

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler x reader #austin butler fluff #austin butler drabble #elvis 2022 #austin butler fake instagram #ig photographer yn

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austinsmutler · 2 years

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Hating Everything She Tries On | Austin Butler x Reader | One Shot

Summary: After a year of living as a shut-in with Austin, you're stuck trying to choose a nice dress for your date. Austin doesn't mind watching you get ready though ;)

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 1309

What you’ll like: Supportive Austin, Austin oogling you, just casually being smitten, supportive relationship, established relationship, FLUFF

Warnings: None really, this is just adorable. Buuut reader feels a little uncomfortable in some of these dresses, and if that's something you don't want to read about right now, read Everyday instead- a dreamy Austin x Reader comfort fic, just for you :)

A/N: For bonus points, listen to Hating Everything She Tries On by Drake Milligan, the gorgeous song that inspired this.

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Please tell me everything you want! Confess your sins! Have a good time with it!)

5:30 PM, Friday. Not a hint of thunder or rain outside, but inside the bedroom looked like a category 4 hurricane. Two dresses made up a dejected ‘maybe’ pile on the bed, three more littered the floor.

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath, standing sideways in the bedroom mirror and inspecting the dress until it felt threadbare on your skin. A tasteful red piece with a sweetheart neckline and rose details on the sleeves. “What do you think?”

You looked in the mirror to catch eyes with Austin, who was sitting on the end of the bed, watching your every move with a thoughtful expression.

“Gorgeous.”

“Liar. Unzip me.” He leaned forward and did as you asked.

“It’s not my fault you look good in all these dresses.” He pressed a kiss to your bare skin before leaning back to watch you shimmy out of the dress.

It was your first date in a while. Austin had been away for months, busy with countless premiers, press tours and interviews around the world. His role as Elvis was an undeniable success and one of his proudest achievements, but it wasn’t without complications.

Before, your boyfriend had been just yours- now the rest of the world shared your love for him. You couldn’t go out without cameras flashing in your face, and it was a hundred times worse if you were together. His hand in yours did little to settle the fluttering in your stomach when photographers yelled things like,

“Give us a smile!”

“Austin, when’re you popping the question?”

“Is it true you’re expecting a baby in November?”

It had been over a year since Elvis hit theatres, and the world was still glued to Austin- and you, by extension. The worst of the hype was starting to die down now, and tonight you’d be going to a sweet dinner spot in LA; not too fancy, not too loud. Austin had eaten there plenty of times now without being bothered. The waiters were even starting to act calm when he walked in. Yes, tonight was going to be a good night to rekindle some romance in your relationship.

If you could just find something fucking nice to wear.

This one was black, sexy, a Diana-revenge-style dress with a slit up one thigh and spaghetti straps. You made a face, plucking them like satin guitar strings.

“I hate these.”

“You hate looking like princess Di?” Austin couldn’t hide his smirk.

“It’s too much skin. I don’t want any more of those gross gossipy headlines about my body.”

You slipped the spaghetti straps down your shoulders and kicked the pool of black fabric across the floor. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to keep calm. Austin pulled you to his lap, arms around your bare waist.

“You look beautiful in everything.” His voice rumbled against your ear. That was one change you didn’t mind so much since Elvis came out; he had a cute voice before, but now it was unbearably sexy.

“I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes and lay your head back, in the crook of his neck that always managed to smell so good. You’d missed that smell, a mix of cologne and something unspeakably Austin. “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

“I don’t mind watching you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, catching your eye in the mirror. He was dressed simply, black dress pants and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You were in your underwear. “Surprisingly, I like the view.”

You slapped his arm. “Perv.”

“I can’t help myself.” He grinned and let you get up for another pilgrimage to the closet.

A green velvet dress, one that came to just above your knees. This one had a line of brass buttons at the back.

“Help me get into this one.”

Austin’s fingers lingered on your hips once the dress was buttoned. The halter neck felt too hot around your throat, and the way the buttons cinched in your waist was gorgeous- but uncomfortable.

You fell beside Austin with a groan, head in your hands. “I’m sorry it’s taking me so long.”

You’d never been the kind of girl to do this. Sure, you liked to look pretty- who didn’t? It was normal to dress nicely for yourself, for Austin, but now even doing that felt out of reach. The back of your throat was suddenly hot and choked up, vision blurring with frustrated tears.

“Hey, it’s okay. You alright?” Your boyfriend frowned.

“I’m just…” Just what? Tired? Overwhelmed? You needed to pick out a dress, that shouldn’t be hard.

Austin studied your face for a minute, before nodding and looking ahead. His clear blue eyes met yours in the mirror, and he nodded.

“I know. Everything’s a lot harder now.” He looked down at his hands. “If you want, if it makes you more comfortable, we can stay home. We can stay dressed up and not have to worry about anything, just be together. Does that sound nice?”

It did- because it was the same date night you’d had for the last year. Waiting for Austin to come home, waiting for the Elvis hype to die down, waiting to get used to the paparazzi and reporters who’d taken an all-of-a-sudden interest in everything from your favourite Starbucks order to your sex life.

It was more than tempting to stay home and enjoy the privacy of your relationship. Home meant intimacy, a happy little bubble with Austin; but it also meant letting trashy gossip magazines control your life together.

“No. We’re going out. Unbutton me right now.”

He grinned. “Alright.”

He made a point of pressing kisses to your spine as he unbuttoned the dress, helping you lift it over your head. When you turned around to thank him, his face was clouded with an emotion you couldn’t name.

“You know, I love you more and more every time you change.” He pulled you down for a kiss, lingering close to press his forehead against yours and murmur, “You look beautiful in everything. More beautiful with every dress, in fact. So take as long as you need.”

Heat rose in the back of your throat. What do I say to that? With the way he was looking at you, there was nothing to say. One quick peck and you were back at the closet.

Maybe it was the way half of your wardrobe was on the bedroom floor. Maybe it was the way Austin went out of his way to remind you of all the reasons you loved him, no matter the challenges you faced together. Or maybe it was just a silly coincidence, but your eyes found a dress that had been pushed to the back of rotation for a while.

“Austin?”

“Yeah?”

“Close your eyes.”

You peeked around the closet door to see Austin on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, head back, waiting. Perfect.

You slipped on the dress and moved to take Austin’s hands, hoping he’d like your decision. His fingers found the zip and moved upwards, the fabric hugging you in all the right places.

“Okay, open them now.”

“Wow.”

You bit back a smile at the look on his face.

“I remember this one.”

You nodded; it was an old favourite. The first real dress you’d ever owned, paid for with your first paycheck from a summer internship. You’d worn it on your first date, and many more until you could afford nicer things, until Austin’s work and constant premiers demanded something a little fancier.

“You always liked me in blue, right?”

“I like you in everything, but especially this.” He winked and stood up. “You ready to go? We can still make our reservation if I speed.”

“Take your time.” You grinned, “I want to enjoy our night.”

#austin butler fanfiction #austinbutler #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler fluff #austin butler x yn #supportive!austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler imagine #austin butler elvis

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flowersforfics · 14 days

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ᡣ𐭩𝙳𝙽𝙸ᡣ𐭩

𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞

Support Israel

Age up characters (don’t come in my inbox trying to explain shit to me)

Pro-ship

Homophobic, transphobic, and overall hateful

Closed minded

A Stan (fans and stans <stalker fans> are different)

Anti-shifters (block me or ignore me being a shifter and enjoy the writing)

May add more to this

#austin butler x reader #billy loomis x reader #black reader #black fem reader #black reader insert #black fanfiction #black yn #stu matcher x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #feyd rautha x reader #shiftblr #shifters #shifting community

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darlinboypresley · 2 years

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So what if I start Halloween season a week early….👀👀👀

Say thank you Ashley for approving my idea @asshlyyyy this gonna be a wild one

#austin butler #elvis movie #austin butler imagine #x reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler elvis #austinbutler!elvisxreader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley x reader #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler!elvispresley #austin butler x you #austin butler x yn #halloween

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kiankiwi · 1 year

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okay so i don't know how to make a masterlist yet but I went all through my tumblr and tagged my pieces as #kiwiswriting and put them there so it would be easier for you all to find my writing <3 happy reading and hope you enjoy! love ya! <3

ALSO I WILL WRITE ANYTHING BUT SMUT! I'm sorry to the readers who enjoy that but that's the only thing I'm not comfortable writing it and there's plenty of wonderful smut writers in this fandom who can do it way better than me if that's what you want to read!

My current EMOJI ANONS: 🖤 + 🍙

I WRITE FOR: 👇⬇️👇⬇️👇⬇️

(big or little) Elvis Presley

(big or little) Austin Butler

911 and 911 Lonestar (specifically Buck and/or Eddie and TARLOS TK IS MY LOVE <3)

WEDNESDAY

CRIMINAL MINDS and I would love to write (little!spencer and cg!BAU)

AND I WANNA START WRITING FOR JACOB ELORDI (not as Nate though, sorry but Jacob as Jacob)

MY AU'S my wonderful anon's created:

Baby steps (abused but rescued by you baby!e)

Babylove (baby!aus)

littles are known

wolf blues (werewolf!e)

HOME AU (both famous and focusing on getting E in rehab and he notices he's little in rehab)

Change of Habit AU: (CG!E little!OC) set in the COH universe where Dr. John works at a littles center and finds Erin, a little and falls in love with them and saves them from their abusive home (thanks to @arianatheangel-girl you are a genius)

ANGELS AU: We are famous and we have the help of the memphis mafia to help us take care of both Little!Elvis (nonfamous 70's E) and non famous little!aus both at once! Little!aus x Little!e x CG!reader (+ a mini au called "yn and her littles" within the angels au where it's kind of a daily vlog/preemption videos for little inclusive companies where you just record your life with your littles. It's so cute)

Cg!E And little!Aus bc why not

OUR QUIET WORLD: where Austin is both autistic + DEAF! + we have 2 kids, a son Ollie who is also deaf and autistic and a daughter Gracie who is hearing and very protective of her big brother

Our Little One AU: CG!reader, CG!elvis, Little!Austin

NEW AU: PORCH AU: Little!Clint runs away from his home after it got destroyed by a tornado and he runs onto our porch for safety and we find him crying and welcome him inside and welcome him into our family (Austin is in this AU too!)

CG!BDE AU where it's just little!reader taken care of by 70's era E who is in his big daddy era :)

GIRL DAD!FELIX CATTON AU (a family saltburn AU with no death and Oliver was just banished from saltburn before he could carry on killing anyone)

Dad!jacob au!: a family AU starring reader, Jacob and your 2 (soon to be 4) daughters, Amelia and Stella (and soon Karina and Lucy too)

#kiwiswriting

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swfteverlqrk · 2 years

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Always Been You.

Austin Butler x fem! Reader

You have always looked for the love of your life, and maybe, it's not who you think it was.

Warnings: None ¿?

Chapter 1 here

Chapter 2

Yn got home, and when Tom heard her coming in he got up from the couch.

-Hey yn!- he said so smiley and even helped with her bag. -How was your day?

-Fine Tom, thanks for asking, I got earlier so I could cook something for you- yn replied smiley which made him more confused than the fact that yn didn't slapped him the minute she got in.

-So, have you checked social media?- He asked, according to his mind, discretely.

-yn shook his head while pretending to be cooking so she wouldn't see Tom's face- No, didn't had the time, why? Did I missed something?

She heard a relief breath in response.- oh no, nothing important, call me when the dinner is done.- He was about to got upstairs when he heard something bagging the kitchen counter- Yn? What happened?

-You know what's worst? That you lied to my face!- yn screamed the last words, chuckling sarcastically, Tom froze on the moment. -Yes Tom, I saw everything related to you.

-Look yn, I can explain to yo- now she interrupted him.

-I've had it with you and your apologies? If that's what you call that.- yn was mad, but was ready to let it all out.- You know, the first time you did something like this, I was okay, it's an accident, maybe it was my- she raised her voice - fault. The second time, the same excuse and gaslighting to me, but Thomas, I'm done with all this- She took the ring out and threw it to him. -But now, explain me.

Tom was speechless, he didn't even knew what had happened, he picked up the ring from the floor, tried to get close to yn, but she didn't let him.

-I know, this is unforgivable, but I'm sorry- yn just rolled her eyes- And, don't worry about breaking up... It was gonna happen, and now I have to leave, I'm gonna go to London to meet with my fam and then start the press tour for spiderman. -All that time yn didn't even looked at him once, which hurt Tom the most.- I'll just pack and leave.

-Good for me.- Yn got upstairs and locked in the guest room, she cried into her pillow, falling asleep during hours and hours, when she woke up, there was no noise at the house and Tom clothes were gone...

August 15

Yn started to pack her suitcase with some essential things for two weeks and went to Megan place, she was there ready for her guest, like it was her tradition the place was filled with candies so you could grab one whenever, and of course that vanilla smell so characteristic of Megan.

-Hey honey!- She hugged Yn which made her feel better like a weight was left from her shoulders.

Megan helped her to get ready and set everything to film and it started, yn felt so good and free like she hadn't in a while, all her emotions floated and it was like magic, she could feel all of the characters feelings and it was great.

meganmanagment1

Audition day! Fingers crossed. 🤞🏼

*View 5 comments*

↳Yn_Keery We totally killed it :)

↳ynlover CAN'T WAIT! OMGGG!

-And sent!- Megan said excited about the audition tape going to the producers.

-Thats perfect Meg, it's getting kind of late, isn't it?- yn checked her phone which currently had just a black wallpaper.

-Have you erased everything with him?- Megan asked looking at your phone, yn just nodded.

-Yeah, the wallpaper took me a little bit longer to get rid of it but it's fine now.

-And, what you wanna do with the fans? You wanna tell them or should I?- she picked up her phone -I could talk with Tom's manager and- yn hand stopped her friend's.

-No need, I'll tell them, I'm always transparent and honest with them, this should be no exception.

Yn_Keery

Hey you guys! So my name's been really popular this weeks, and I wanna clear everything for you. So yeah, me and Tom broke up, it's not for what you think, time and life decided to split us like it united us, and we are fine! I'm so grateful for him and the things we lived together and I wish nothing for the best for him and his family.

Now that's clear, I just want to tell you that I'm working on some amazing stuff that soon you'll get to see, can't wait. Love you guys!

*comments desactivated*

-You did a great job honey- Megan smiled and went to sleep, you on the other hand got to your room but start to write some songs.

GossipGirlyCelebs

Yn Keery was seen after weeks of not knowing what was going with her, she posted some decorations of her relationship with Tom Holland, she looks kind of sad, what you think?

↳Keeryfan1 Sad? Yeah, cause we can clearly see her eyes 🙄 god.

↳flaminhotgirl Idk if Tom really cheated on her but men, she didn't deserve it.

↳Lovely_yn Stop speculating guys! We don't know what's going on.

↳OliviaRodrigo This isn't my business, I know it but, leave yn alone, ok? She's doing good and surrounded by people who ADORE her!

↳ynfan @OliviaRodrigo OMG! THANK YOU FOR TAKING CARE OF HER!

↳liviesour @OliviaRodrigo COLLAB WHEEEN?!

August 17

Yn_Keery

Coffee time 🤎

*15 comments*

↳JoeKeery Sis you have an addiction to coffee!

↳TaylorSwif Can't wait to see youuu 🤎

↳Milliebobbybrown hey! Love me pleaseee :(

-Boo!- Yn scared a blonde guy from behind which made him jump.

-Yn, hey,where have you been?- He asked as she sat down and like it was tradition, the old lady who owned the place, Nana, brought yn the cup of coffee.

-Thank you so much Nana- She thanked and smiled to the lady.

-So are you gonna tell me or?- Austin asked.

-I've been busy Aust, why? Did you missed me sooo much?- the girl teased him while making her coffee sweet.

-Of course I missed you, girl.- He said with a honest smile and laugh.

Yn just chuckled and pull out from her backpack a little notebook. -What's that?- The guy asked and before she could react, the notebook was on his hands- You write songs?

-Yeah, I'm trying to, but God is so hard mostly the part of the music. -The owner of the notebook spoke really red.

-Im not a professional musician but I know some stuff, want some help?

-Sure!- that came out of her more excited than it should have been.

The hours passed, Nana and Austin had brought out an old piano, who yn learned was Nana's husband, they played and sang over and over, their voices just mixed so well, and suddenly yn saw the time.

-Oh god! I have to run.- She got up from the piano with Austin next to her.

-Oh sure, do you want me to give me a ride?

-No thanks, I'm fine- She was ready to go and then she stopped. -Can I get your number or Instagram, something?

Austin thought for a few seconds. -Um, no, sorry, I'd rather if we just keep meeting like this. -Yn eye's got sad but understood.

-It's fine, don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow?-before him could answer, she spoke- Nevermind I can't tomorrow.

-Me neither- Austin replied

And at the same time,they said "Work" which made them laugh, they hugged goodbye and went home.

Milliebobbybrown

W my girl 💓 @yn_keery

*view 590 comments*

↳Yn_Keery love youuuu 💓

↳SadieSink Cutiessss 😍

The noon passed, Millie was staying to sleep at Megan's house, you were watching Instagram together and suddenly you got a notification.

ENews!

Just confirmed, @AustinButler and @Yn_Keery will be staring the new rom com and musical by Steven Spielberg, 2024!

We cannot wait!

*view 20,457 comments*

*AustinButler just started following you. *

Chapter 3 coming soon

#fanfic #tom holland x reader #austin butler #austin x reader #austin butler elvis #austin butler x you #social media au

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youaintnothinbuta · 4 months

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Bathroom quickie — austin butler x reader

Summary: you and Austin have somehow worked each other up during your time at the met gala, and as soon as you possibly can, you sneak off into a bathroom for a quickie.

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem!reader

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, explicit, mature language, unprotected sex. Probably some typos

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You and Austin posed for a photo together while at the Met Gala, his hand behind your back, giving your bum a gentle squeeze.

“Austin, there’s cameras behind us too.” You reminded him. A low, almost inaudible grumble came from his throat in response.

“Need you.” He whispered, trying his best not to break his stare from the cameras flashing at the pair of you. He was half expecting you to shut him down, to tell him to wait til you’re home.

“Need you, too.” You replied, the same barely audible whisper. He shuddered at your response, so desperately trying not to tear you to shreds right then and there. He brought his hand up around your waist, gripping onto you tightly, the pair of you squirmed around, incapable of standing still as you both tried to pose elegantly for the paparazzi. From the outside it must’ve looked tense, maybe like some sort of argument between the two of you.

You and Austin slowly moved up the red carpet, stopping every few steps in front of a new group of photographers. Austin followed behind you as you walked, the people in front of you stopping suddenly, making you press on the breaks abruptly. Austin, whose eyes were focused on the cameras, walked into your back and, god, almost collapsed as he brushed against your ass.

You didn’t know what had come over you, the both of you, but you couldn’t stand this, like the most itchiest itch you couldn’t scratch, you hated feeling this painfully desperate.

“I can’t do this.” You muttered, turning to him.

“Just make it to the end of the carpet.” He replied, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. As you continued along, in a painfully slow manner that felt like it took years to complete, you finally reached the end of the red carpet, where plenty of interviews were happening.

“Bathroom, let’s go.” He placed a hand on your back, gently, guiding you through the people in front of you. You went in first, Austin looking around for a moment to check no one was watching before following you in. The second you heard the click of him locking the door, you practically leapt at him. He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly as he walked you towards the wall. Instantly, you started squirming around in his grip, trying to get any sort of friction you could from him.

“Jesus, fuck.” He breathed out, pinning your fidgeting body between him and the wall.

You let out an accident squeal of desperation, begging him to do anything to you.

“Shh,” he chuckled, getting his thigh in between your legs so you could have something to grind against.

With you propped up against his thigh, he had his hands free to get your dress up around your waist. As he did this, your fingers found the zip of his pants, deftly undoing it.

“Please, baby.” he murmured, your fingers tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear.

“Now, Aus.” You nodded, barely even registering the words he spoke, just desperate for some sort of release. His fingers were already inside your panties, finding your wet slit. Your pussy throbbed at the touch, and you bit your lip as he rubbed circles over your clit.

His now wet fingertips found the hem of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles, his other hand bunching the skirt of your dress up around your torso. Your actions followed his, getting his underwear down, his cock springing free. It was long, thick, and veiny. A small bead of precum glistened at the tip, and you moaned at the sight of it. “Austin, please, I need you.” You whispered, desperately. He chuckled again, rubbing your clit faster as he moved his hips into yours, letting his cock slide passed your slick slit.

Normally he’d wait, give you time to adjust to the feeling of him. This time though, he just couldn’t.

He moved his hips forward, pushing his cock inside of you. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself closer to him.

He kissed you, roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth as he began to move inside of you. He was thrusting into you with a primal urgency. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you.

He broke the kiss, burying his face in your neck, nipping at your skin as he continued to fuck you. You were lost in the feeling of him inside of you. The pleasure was intense, and it was building quickly. His thumb worked on your clit, rubbing quick circles over you. You whimpered, almost crying with pleasure.

He was grunting with each thrust, his body tensing as he neared his climax. You could feel him begin to throb inside of you, and you knew that he was about to cum.

“Shh,” he hushed you gently, reminding you that this was neither the right time nor place for him to be fucking you.

“I'm going to come,” he said, his voice rough with desire, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside me,” you said, your voice a breathless whisper.

“You gotta come with me, honey, yeah? Can you do that for me?” He asked, practically panting.

“Y-yes, fuck.” You mumbled, with him getting rougher. He momentarily took his thumb off your clit, and dipped it in his mouth, coating it with his saliva. He brought it back to your clit, the extra wetness sending a tingling feeling up your spine. You choked back your moans, if you were anywhere else you'd be screaming his name.

His thrusts became more erratic, and as you felt your orgasm approaching, you hung on even tighter to his neck. With the way you were clinging to him, the way you were biting your lip to keep the sound suppressed, he knew you were about to come. His own orgasm was close too, and he wanted to come with you. He thrust into you hard, hitting your g spot, and you screamed into his shoulder, your orgasm washing over you, as you trembled on his cock. At the same time, he groaned, pulling you as close as he could to himself, his cock twitched inside of you as he came.

His orgasm was intense, and he felt like he was coming for hours. He pulled out of you, you shut your legs to try and stop his cum from running down the inside of your thighs. He leaned over you, his hands either side of your head, on the wall, trying to catch his breath as he redid the fly of his pants. After a moment, he grabbed some tissue paper, cleaning you up as best as he could. “How you feeling, baby?” He asked.

“Good, better.” You replied, pulling your panties back up, catching your breath with him. “Good.” He replied, kissing your forehead as he cupped your face with his hand.

“We should probably go.” He added, helping you stand up straight. “Yeah, we should.” You agreed, still breathing heavily.

He took your hand, letting you walk out the door first. With his head down, he followed you close behind, his hand moving to your lower back as he walked with you, back out, joining the rest of the Elvis cast.

‘I love you.’ Austin mouthed as he held you close by his side.

‘I love you too.’ You mouthed back, he pulled you into his chest briefly, giving you a subtle hug.

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tbyfandoms · 1 year

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Austin butler x reader where reader is a famous personality and who is also his celebrity crush as they had worked together in the film aliens in the attic as love interests of each other but he thinks they won't like him cuz they work with marvel,godzilla and such franchises do in an interview once he mistakenly says he has a crush on yn then during Met gala he meets her after the long years of aliens in the attic and then talk with each other and all then in an interview reader reveals that she likes Austin too or something rest is to you

Or or Also

can I ask a Jake Pearson x reader. So the plot is that we are BFF of Bethany and Tom and we are going to be staying with them for sleepover where the parents of them decide to take us to the vacation they are going to, so there when Jake comes with his brothers and dad he looks at y/n and asks Tom and be like "Oi, she single?" then Tom is like "Off limits bro" then Jake continuesly flirts with yn and then when they both get kidnapped by the aliens they say they like each other and when they win, jake kisses yn out of excitement but then realize what he did and moves back but then reader kisses him. I don't end is upto you

Hi bestie! Thank you so so much for your requests! I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy! Here is your first requested imagine, and I will link your second one here once I’ve finished it! 🥰

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #answered #request

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Celebrity Crush: Austin Butler

Austin Butler Masterlist

word count: 11.5k

description: The three times you talked about your crush on Austin Butler and the one time you actually meet him.

You and your best friend and co-star Richard Cabral were in the middle of doing an interview to promote the new season of Mayans MC when the interviewer asked you both who your celebrity crush was. You smiled as you already knew who your celebrity crush was watching as Richard thought about his answer before throwing out a random name.

"Natalie Portman? Fuck I don't really have a celebrity crush." He said making you and the interviewer laugh at his answer.

"What about you?" The interviewer asked.

"Oh lord, I can't wait to hear who it is this month. Her celebrity crush changes every few months." Richard said as you rolled your eyes at him.

"It does not!" You said.

"Does too. One month it was Jamie Campbell Bower and then the next it was Sebastian Stan." He said as you realize that he did kinda have a point.

"I mean I can't blame her both men are pretty cute. So who is your celebrity crush right now?" The interviewer asked you.

"Austin Butler. I'm in the middle of watching The Sharnna Chronicles right now and he's just so fine in that show." You said looking at the camera with a laugh.

The second time you would mention your crush on Austin would be during an Instagram live to promote your band's new album with your best friend Honey unaware that Austin was in there the whole time.

"Are you in a relationship?" you read out aloud making you and Honey laugh.

"I don't know Honey, am I in a relationship?" You asked her.

"Yeah she's been in one with Austin Butler in her head for the past three months, but in reality, she's not." Your friend said making you look at her shocked.

"Honey! I can't believe you exposed me like that." You said throwing your head in your hands embarrassed that she said that.

"What it's true! He's all you talk about anymore, I don't think no man or woman will be able to live up to him." She said.

"What do you want me from me? I can't help he's the literal definition of prince charming." You said.

"Then make a move! DM him or something, because I haven't seen you this hung up on someone in a long time." She said.

"I don't think so, he's got a girlfriend! I'm a lot of things but a homewrecker is not one of them." You said making her throw her hands in the air in frustration at the news.

"What do you mean girlfriend?" She asked you making you laugh as you shook your head at her as you went back to the live.

The third time your crush on Austin was brought up was during the VMA's where your band was up for an award and you guys were on the red carpet doing an interview before the show started.

"So this final question is more for Y/n than anyone else." The interviewer said making you laugh as you could only imagine what it was.

"Okay, what is it?" You asked her.

"Your celebrity crush Austin Butler was here earlier walking the carpet, do you plan on talking with him tonight?" She asked you making you laugh.

"If the opportunity presents itself then I will definitely." You said as your manager came to let you know that you guys needed to continue down the carpet.

Your friend couldn't believe her eyes when Austin showed up, she had sent him an invite to come to one of your shows but didn't think that he would actually show up. Austin on the other hand was more than happy to show up, he had heard about your crush on him and had been wanting to talk to you or message you before now but always got too shy and ended up not doing it so when your friend messages him, he took it as a sign.

"Alright guys, this is the last song of the night and as many of you know I always close my shows out with a cover, so tonight in honor of his birthday today we are gonna cover Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana, enjoy!" You said.

You were exhausted by the time you got off stage, you were ready to shower and relax for the rest of the night. You and your band were talking with some fans and signing a few things when you felt a tap on your shoulder making you turn and see none other than your celebrity crush Austin Butler standing in front of you.

"Umm, you see him too?" You asked your band mate making Austin and your friend laugh.

"You're welcome." Honey said patting your shoulder as she and your bandmates disappeared leaving you and Austin to talk.

"You are even better in person like don't get me wrong your music is good but live is just something else." He said making her smile.

"Thank you for saying that and I have to agree with that, live performances are just better in my opinion." You said.

"So I saw your live the other week." He said nearly making you spit out your water as your cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

"You did? Huh?" You asked.

"Yeah, I did as well as the other stuff you said about me." He said as your eyes widen in shock as you started spitting out the quickest apology you could.

"I'm...I'm so sorry I promise it's just a harmless crush but I will stop if I've made you uncomfortable." You started to say but he cut you off.

"No no please don't apologize, I promise I'm not uncomfortable or anything...in fact, I should be the one apologizing because I wanted to reach out to you the first time I heard you had a crush on me but ended up backing out because I was nervous that you didn't really like me." He said making you look at him in shock.

"Are you kidding me? I've been crushing on you for almost two years now, that's a new record for me." You said making him laugh.

"I know which is why when Honey reached out to me I took it as a sign that we were meant to meet." He said smiling at you, nearly making you melt right there.

"Wow, I made you nervous?" You asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, you did. Would you have any interest in maybe grabbing something to eat with me?" He asked you.

"I would love to. Can you give me a few minutes to shower and change and then I can be all yours?" You asked him.

"I'll be waiting sweetheart." He said smiling at you as you walked on to bus still trying to process what happened in the past twenty minutes.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #austin butler x yn #austin butler x you

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DESIGNER!YN + AUSTIN

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yourinstagram my first time making something for myself in a while.. been busy #elvisfilm

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↳ yourinstagram a full restock of my site is coming soon 🫶🏼

user4 slay y/n

user6 I do not have this much talent in my entire being

user8 this is a structural masterpiece wtf y/n

oliviadejonge i would like that top please 💳💥

↳ yourinstagram you can have it after me 🙄

↳ oliviadejonge 🤭

user11 post more elvis bts now thanks

bazlurhman such a talent! blessed to have you with us

↳ yourinstagram I’m blushing..

austinfan14 austin pics please y/n 🫴🏽🫴🏽

colleenatwood I’m so proud of how far you’ve come

↳ yourinstagram colleen 🥺🥺 I learnt everything I know from you

↳ user16 still reeling that y/n used to be her assistant and is now doing design for ELVIS like WHAT

↳ yourinstagram living my dream 💗

yourinstagram posted to their story twice !

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yourinstagram working on this set is a dream! sneak peak of my man in (my take on) one of Elvis’ most iconic jumpsuits #elvisfilm

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user19 we ask and y/n listens, thank you y/n

↳ yourinstagram I give the people what they want

austinbutler you’re truly a visionary

↳ yourinstagram easy when you have a perfect model

↳ user21 YALL FLIRTING IN FRONT OF US 🫶🏼🫶🏼

↳ austinfan24 I’m more focused on the fact austin remembered how to use Instagram?

↳ yourinstagram sorry I should’ve been focusing on the important things, I’ll do better next time 😪

user25 y/n made that.. let that sink in

oliviadejonge y/n this is so sexy of you

austinfan27 more austin 💗

↳ yourinstagram I just gave you two new pictures, be patient

user28 anyone want to focus on the fact that y/n called Austin ‘her man’?????????

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austinbutler I am very lucky to have an amazing team around me for #elvisfilm but a special mention for the amazing designer that is yourinstagram. she slaves away recreating such beautiful and intricate pieces for myself and other cast members. I am thankful for her every day. when watching this film, think of y/n!

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user29 Austin’s down bad 😭😭

oliviadejonge seriously unmatched talent

user31 ask for her hand in marriage before I do

user33 austin just admit you love her 🙄

bazlurhman 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

yourinstagram you are a pleasure to work with austin

↳ austinfan35 please don’t colleague-zone him now y/n

↳ austinfan38 yeah just date, so much easier 🤷🏽‍♀️

florencepugh when she’s done with you tell her to give me a call 😘

↳ yourinstagram I will leave now, say the word

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yourinstagram the (my) king

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austinbutler ❤️‍🔥

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler x reader #austin butler fluff #austin butler drabble #austin butler fake instagram #ig designer!yn

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So a wut about Austin!elvis x reader where he had met reader before going to army or meeting priscilla and reader was the niece of hank snow so they used to meet secretly but when hank found out he took her away from him back to the reader hometown so after years of meeting priscilla and growing feelings for her elvis gets a news from Tom that Reader has expired because of a car accident? And he goes to see the funeral and remembers all the old times? And regrets leaving reader?

AN: Thank you so much for the ideas! I love all of these but the Elvis/Hank Snow's daughter once had my mind flooding with ideas, I did some tweaking I hope you still like it! (FYI I am always open for prompts/requests unless posted otherwise!)

Pairing: Elvis/Elvis!Austin x Reader (picture whoever)

Words: 2273

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, death, depression. Lots and lots of angst. Probably some timeline screw ups but whatev

Soft & Tender Snow

The summer of 1955 was one Elvis would never forget.

He knew Hank Snow despised him; he knew his son Jimmy was beginning to look up to him. But my god when he met Y/N it was something completely different.

You were strong willed and smart mouthed; you were innocent and delicate but also took no guff from no man.

You drove your own car when you all were on the road, and you never shared a room with your family as you relished your time alone.

You weren’t scared to slap a fella who would make a pass at you.

And Elvis was taken by you.

The first time you two spoke he half expected you to rip off his jacket like most girls in your position would do, instead you leaned against a wall, your arms tucked behind you as you made light conversation with him before telling him your daddy would have his head on a platter for just talking to you. It made Elvis laugh harder than he had in years.

Through the months he would notice you watching from the side stage as he performed, swaying your hips gently back n fourth with the rock music. His smile would always grow in size at the sight of your feet tapping.

You would notice him watching from the grounds as you accompanied your father and brother on stage playing the guitar. A smirk plastered on his face as he had told you time and time again it should be you singing up on that stage.

You loved his shy demeanor when he was off stage, you savoured it knowing no other girl was witnessing what you were. You loved when he stumbled over his words, his ego was not so big around you.

You would take midnight walks together, you’d either come sneakin’ to his room or vice versa, the roads in the small towns you’d be in would be empty, you’d talk about nothing, yet those would be the things he would remember the most.

When he wanted to sing to you, he had you turn away, he would stand on one side of a tree and you the other. You’d swoon at his voice when he sang you ballads.

Your first kiss was after an electric performance Elvis did, he stepped off the stage and wanted nothing more but to sweep you off your feet.

He stormed the grounds till he found you chatting with some of the other girls in the circus, before you even saw him his hands flew to your face, capturing his lips with yours as you breathed into his kiss, your hands wrapping around his forearms.

After that the two of you were even more inseparable than before, your attempts at hiding the small smiles, kissing behind the stage before you had to run on, hand holding in the middle of the night grew into something more.

Your first night with Elvis was anxiety inducing, you couldn’t stop fiddling with your dress as you waited on him to answer the door, he had begged to see you that night and though you were used to his request for a midnight stroll you knew this was something different.

The way he held you that night, showing you things you had never even heard of before, the way he whispered little bird into your ear had you losing your ability to see straight. Nothing would ever compare to his touch for the rest of your life. It was addicting and life threatening, your new drug as you began to spend almost every night with him.

Some nights were just holding each other as he’d watch you carefully, memorizing every line, freckle, sunspot, and dimple on your face.

The two of you thought you were invincible against those who stared and whispered.

But all the time in the world wasn’t long enough especially when your daddy started figuring things out.

Your crafted lie about hating Elvis but were being forced by the Colonel to teach him some guitar techniques fell to pieces when your father came to check on the two of you and saw you kissing in Elvis’ room.

His grip tightened around your life, Jimmy had taken over driving with you, you were also forced to bunk with him on all trips, though Jimmy looked up to Elvis and let you see each other every once and a while he feared his father, begging for you to stop crying the nights you were trapped in your room.

Elvis fought to spend every last second with you, whether it was simply being in the same area with you when you ate or grazing your arm with his hand as you walked past each other it was something he could do to get by.

The more time passed the less time you spent together, the more Elvis and you were left hurting. You knew he was sneaking other girls into his room, and your daddy made a point of telling you this to your face, breaking down your confidence every day.

By the end of the tour you were a husk of your former self, someone neither you nor Elvis recognized as you climbed into the passenger side of your car one last time. As you drove through the night Elvis sped beside Jimmy signing for him to pull over, your father was far ahead of your car.

Once on the grass Elvis practically sprang from his car rushing to your side to get to your door, pulling you out of your seat. He begged for you to talk to him, you were so beaten down by your daddy that you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

Elvis was trying to keep himself together at the sight of your pale fragile looking body, when you couldn’t speak a lick to him or look at him all he thought he could do was hold you, he pulled your waist towards him and engulfed you into his embrace, hoping his touch would bring back your bright eyes and bold personality. When your shaking arms wrapped around his back a few tears slid from his eyes before he released you. Jimmy was begging for you to get back in the car to not risk any impending anger.

Once Elvis watched you step back into the car you looked at him, he didn’t know it was going to be the last time he saw you.

The next year Elvis wasn’t on the Louisiana Hayride. You had heard he was doing movies as well as being carted off to the military. Your daddy made a whole show of telling you what a sinner of a man he was and that you were lucky you were saved from him.

As years passed and Elvis moved on with his life and stardom, you had simply moved on with your life, leaving the family band, marrying, having children. The things expected by a woman.

You saw him get married in the papers, you saw him have his child, you saw as his movies began to flop, you’d still see every last one. No longer seeing the shy, nervous boy, but a man who was losing his true self.

But every once and a while, while the moon shined brightly in the streets below, or if either of you were awake at midnight you’d think back to the late walks, the chatting in the wind, the singing in the midnight sky.

When he did his ’68 come back you watched gleefully on your TV, he no longer looked a thing like when you had first met him at the Hayride, but you could see the sparkle in his eyes that you could instantly recognize as pride. Elvis couldn’t help but think of you when he sang Heartbreak Hotel, eyes wandered through the crowd wishing to see your face, to see you sway back n fourth to the sound of his voice, but you weren’t there.

One morning Elvis was back at Graceland, talking about his future without the Colonel when a few loud knocks caught him off guard. He wasn’t expecting anyone else at the house, it was already full of the people he needed.

He took charge of answering the door himself, ready to tell some sweet looking gal to hop off his step but was caught by surprise when he saw Jimmy Snow Jr. standing on his porch, holding his hands in front of him. “My god, Jimmy how you doin’ boy?” He pulled the fully grown man into his arms; it had been decades since he saw him last. “Elvis, nice seein’ you.” The man said keeping polite. “What in gods name brings you to Graceland ,son?” Elvis moved to the side signaling for Jimmy to step into his house.

But Jimmy stayed in his spot at the front of the house, Elvis furrowed his eyebrows taking in Jimmy’s demeanor, something was wrong.

“Elvis, I know it’s been a long time, but I thought you ought to know.” Elvis swallowed hard, scared over the next words out of his mouth. “Y/N died in a crash a few days ago.” Jimmys head hung low as a few tears slid down his cheek, his body began to shake. “I know you probably forgot bout her, but she never forgot you, Elvis.” Elvis could only hear a high-pitched ringing in his ears, he closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “No, yeah.” He muttered out. “Course I remember Y/N.” He pulled the trembling man back into his arms for a quick embrace, Jimmy stood still, as a slightly sob burst through his lips.

Once released Jimmy cleared his tears and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, listen the funeral is Saturday, it would be an honor if you’d be there.” Elvis nodded blankly, his mind running 1000 miles an hour. “Yeah, yeah I’ll be there.” He confirmed, Jimmy nodded before clearing his throat, trying to hide the strain in his voice. “That’s very kind of ya. I’ll be seeing you.” Elvis almost collapsed to the floor when the large door was finally closed but he couldn’t let his family see him break over a girl from years and years ago.

That night he told Pracilla, she understood and asked if she should go with him, he declined telling her it was something he needed to do completely alone.

On the drive out to Nashville, Elvis allowed himself to cry, pulling over a few times he fought himself on the lingering regret he withheld. He should have fought your daddy, should have told him you were old enough to make your own decisions. He should have told you, you were his first true love, and that he still had your face memorised, still had your laugh playing in his ears, still had the feeling of your small hands in his.

Elvis got to Nashville on the day of the funeral, he checked into his hotel, changed, and headed off to the cemetery. He was lucky that he was able to go off by himself like this, no security, no paparazzi, just silence as he drove.

Once at the cemetery he kept his head low before taking a seat.

A few pictures of you were next to your flower covered coffin, Elvis bit his tongue at the sight of the one picture. One from your younger years, one that he had specifically taken of you when you rode the ferris wheel, you always claimed to be scared of how high you were going but Elvis figured you were just trying to get close to him. The joy and bliss shined brightly in your eyes perfectly in the picture, the way many people needed to remember you. Not the way Elvis did, the broken, fragile state he last saw you in.

He willed the thought away as Jimmy took a seat in front of Elvis, turning to him to shake his hand as he thanked him for coming, Hank sat next to Jimmy, he didn’t acknowledge Elvis.

As the ceremony went on and the priest read psalms from his bible, Elvis sat in his thoughts, lost to his own memories, remembering the first time he saw you to the last. To the time he saw you slap a man for grazing your ass, to the gasps of Elvis cussing when his car was acting up. From your first kiss that you hadn’t seen coming, to the night he made love to you and caressed your body with his hands.

Jimmy stood to say a few words, as did his father, and as the casket lowered into the ground Elvis wanted nothing more but to drop to his knees and sob out his heart. Instead he gripped Jimmy shoulder as the man cried into his hands, Elvis felt another hand on top of his as he saw Hank looking back at him, tears blurred his eyes as he acknowledged his existence and just how important Elvis was to you.

After people had filtered out Elvis stood staring at your grave, he wished greatly to see you once more, he should have driven out sooner to find you, to catch up over lunch, to hear of your life, to talk about your children.

Elvis grazed your headstone; he was regretting not bringing you flowers.

He sat on the cold ground as he traced over the engraving of your name.

“I love you little bird, I’ll always love you.” He mumbled before resting his head on the stone and let his tears flow once more.

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