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eternal-love · 18 days ago

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STOP. I would have been on my knees to get my dad to give me permission. Seriously. SO GOOD, I would do anything to have been one of his girls in the 50’s, NOTHING COMPARES.

𝑊𝐸𝐿𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐺𝑅𝐴𝐶𝐸𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐷 PART 1 || 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭 || Austin! Elvis story

PART ONE <- -> PART TWO OF THIS PART coming soon…

• Summary: After few weeks Elvis finally reaches out to Y/n, and with a wish to visit him at Graceland. That of course isn’t easiest due to Y/n’s strict father. Will she talk him out?

• Pairing: Austin! Elvis x female reader

• Warnings: maybe like strict parents or none, probably just typos

• NOTE!! My acknowledge of Elvis is not so big, all things I know are from movie, documents, webs etc! So I deeply apologize for any mistakes/typos/misunderstanding that have nothing to do with reality. All of this is fic and has nothing to do with no one or anything. Based just on Austin's role of Elvis! Thank you for understanding! 🫶🏻

“Y/n!!” you hear you mama coming upstairs to your room. “Y/n, how in the world does Elvis Presley know ya!?” she asks as he comes to your room. You are laying on your stomach in your bed, reading a book. “Mama, watcha talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n, you know exactly what I am talkin’ bout!” Your mama raises her voice. “He just called and asked if he could take you to Graceland!”

The corners of your lips softly forms into a smile. Elvis wants you to visit his house. His Graceland. “Y/n, how in the world you know him! He- He’s a singer and… and…” mama stutters as she has no words to find. She is definitely in shock and surprised.

“And what did you tell him?” you ask as you get up from your bed. “That we will discuss it. Now, go talk to your father.” Your father knows. As much as you love your papa he is a really strict man with really strict rules when it comes to your life.

You nod shyly and make your way downstairs. When you come to the kitchen, your father is sitting by the table, staring into his hands. As you sit down beside your father, you can see the concern in his eyes. “How do you know this… Elvis Presley?” he begins.

“Papa, I met him on his concert. He really is nice and kind and… We’ve been discussing music.” you lie a little. “He’s... he’s interested in me, I think,”you add, your voice barely above a whisper. Your mama gasps. “Absolutely not!”

Your father stands up, towering over you. “Y/n, this is completely inappropriate. A man like that, with his lifestyle… He’s not someone you should be associatin’ with! You have your studies to think about, your future. Not gallivanting with some singer!”

“Papa, please listen,” you beg, “It’s not like that. He’s really kind I swear. And I’d never let anything distract me from my studies. You know that, don’t ya?” Your father crosses his arms. “And what exactly do ya think people will say when they see you going to his house? What if someone recognizes you, Y/n? Your reputation matters, I always taught you that!.”

“Papa,” you say, coming closer. “All my life, I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I’ve worked hard, I’ve stayed out of trouble. I never did nothin’ bad! Can’t you trust me!? He’s not just some singer. He’s kind. He sees me.”

Your father looks at you, the strictness speaking for itself from his eyes. “Please, papa,” your voice breaks. “I promise if anything goes wrong, I’ll leave.”

Your mama looks over at your father, her brows furrowed. “Maybe we are overreactin’. She’s been responsible. Maybe we should give her a little freedom.” Father sighs, rubbing his hands. “Y/n, he says finally, “I don’t like this. I don’t like it a bit.” You start to feel hopeless, your visions slowly fading away. “I’ll allow it, but only on one condition!”

Your heart starts beating fast, listening to your father. “I want to meet him first,” he says firmly. “If he wants to see my daughter, he can look me in the eye and prove he’s worth her time.”

You hesitate for a moment, knowing off how can your father be like, but then you nod. “All right. I’ll tell him!” you jump happily, almost on your way to call Elvis. But before you can leave your father catches your hands. “Just remember, Y/n. You’re playing with fire.” You swallow, but a small smirk creeps onto your lips. For now, you have won .

Later that day you called Elvis, over your heels to hear his voice again. Elvis agreed to pick you up and meet your father before taking you to his house. With the best hope of yours you washed your hair, prepared your beautiful pastel pink dress and went to sleep with such an excitement that night.

THE NEXT DAY

The next morning Elvis’ pink Cadillac pulls into the driveway of your house. You peak through the curtains, your heartbeat quickening. Even your father stands at the window, arms crossed, watching Elvis in his car.

“He’s here,” you whisper. “I see,” your father replies, his tone deep. Moment later, Elvis gets out of his car and knocks on the door. You rush to open it, smiling widely at Elvis. “Y/n,” he breathes out. Your name slips from his lips so heavenly. “Elvis!” you chuckle, letting him in.

You guide him to the living room where your father already stands, checking Elvis up and down. Elvis is dressed in all white - his shirt white and pants too.

“Good afternoon, sir.” Elvis says steadily, his tone mature. Your father eyes him critically before shaking his hand. “My name is Elvis. Elvis Presley,” he adds.

“Nice to meet you, Elvis,” your father lets go of his hand and your mother comes to the living room as well. “Oh, Elvis, this is my mama. Mommy, this is Elvis.” you introduce him. Elvis shakes her hand. “Ma’am,” he says. “I got you some flowers, hope ya gonna like ‘em.” Elvis hands her a bouquet of flowers.

“Oh,” mother gasps in surprise. “How thoughtful of you, thank you.” You smile, knowing Elvis just made your mother speechless. “Have a seat,” your father says suddenly, gesturing to the armchair across from the couch. Elvis nods and sits down.

“So,” he begins, lowering himself into the chair opposite Elvis. “You’re the boy who’s been callin’ my daughter.”

“Yes, sir,” Elvis replies, his tone calm and respectful. “And I want to thank ya for lettin’ me come by. I understand ya have concerns.” Your father raises an eyebrow. “So you understand, do you?”

Elvis nods. “Yes, sir. Y/n is really wonderful girl, and I would never want to do anything to disrespect her—or your family.” Your cheeks burns, and you look at the floor, heart swelling at his words.

Your father straighten himself, his elbows on his knees. “Mr. Presley, my daughter has a successful a future ahead. College, a career… It’s not time for distractions.”

Elvis nods again, his sight landing on you. “I understand that, sir. And I would never stand in Y/n’s dreams.“ You look over at your father who studies Elvis for a long moment. “Tell me, Mr. Presley, what exactly do you want to do with my daughter if I let her go?”

“I just want to get to know her better, sir. Show her a little of my world.” Your father thinks for a while and finally decides. He looks at you, pointing bus finger. “I let you go, young lady, but you’ll be home by dinner. And if I find out that something inappropriate happened, this is the last time you see this young man.”

Your heart skips a beat when he says this. “Yes, Papa. I promise.” Father turns back to Elvis. “Do we understand each other, Mr. Presley?” Elvis stands up excitingly. “Yes, sir. And I appreciate the trust. I won’t let ya down.” Your dad hesitates, then shake his hand firmly. “We’ll see about that.”

As soon as you left home with Elvis and got into the pink Cadillac, Elvis turns to reach into the backseat. From there, he pulls out a bouquet for you too. “I haven't forgotten about you as well,” he say and hands it to you.

“Elvis,” you breathe out, looking at the beautiful bunch of flowers. “I still can't believe you convinced him.” you say and Elvis starts the car. “Neither do I. When you first told me about your parents, I didn't think your father would be this grumpy.” he laughs and you laugh too. Is it even possible? You're in his car again and now you're even heading to his house. To Graceland.

When you arrive, you see a large gate that hides Elvis' palace. That house is probably the biggest house you've ever seen. “Oh my God,” you gasp as you look at it. “Like whacha ya see?” Elvis glances at you. You nod and breathlessly admire the beauty of his Graceland.

Elvis pulls up in front of his house and gets out first so he can open the door for you. He offers you his hand so you don't trip over your heels and you get onto the property. “I want ya to meet my family, they're excited to meet ya.” he says, going to the front door happily.

“Elvis, they know about me?” you ask, confused. He, before even opening the door, steps in front of you. He takes your hands in his, his blue eye that are partly hidden with those thick black lashes stare into your eyes. “Y/n, since the moment that I met ya, I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya, not even stop talking about ya.”

“Elvis what if they-“

“No, Satnin. They love you already I swear.” Elvis takes your hand in his and guides you in. When you both walk in, you see the stairs leading to the second floor, a crystal chandelier shining at the ceiling and everything looks so… luxurious. “Gladys, they're here!” a voice calls from your right. You turn your gaze and see a man walking out from fancy living room. Must be Elvis' dad. “Daddy, this is Y/n.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Presley-“ you begin, offering him his hand. But you are stopped before saying anything else. “Call me Vernon. I heard a lot about you!” he smiles warmly, shaking your hand. “Only the good, I hope.” you smile back. You met Elvis once, what could he possibly tell him about you?

“Oh, bewbie!” you glance behind you and so does Elvis, to see his mom rushing from the dining room. “You're here!” His mom looks at Elvis and then turns her sight at you. “Oh, you must be Y/m, the girl my baby boy met!” Baby boy, you think for yourself. Your mother would never call you like this.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Presley-“

“Oh, just Gladys, sweetheart!” Gladys says excitedly. Everyone here treat you a lot better than your own parents. “Uh, Y/n, this is my granny,” Elvis places a hand gently on your back to look his direction. “Hello.” you smile at the old lady sitting in the armchair. She nods and you turn to face Elvis.

“We are so happy we finally meet ya! Elvis, my boy, couldn’t stop talkin’ about ya!” Gladys adds as she is on her way to the kitchen again. “Well, pleasure is on my side!”

“How about I show ya the house?” Elvis says with smirk on his face. You smile, already looking around. “That would be awesome, Mr. Presley,”

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shockercoco · 8 months ago

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No I’m Not

Austin Butler x reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, sub!austin, handjob, kind of public sex, slight edging

Word count - 3052

A/n - request: “Please can you write an Austin smut where he’s really possessive? Maybe you and him bump into one of your exes?” - i was supposed to write this as soon as i got the request 2 weeks ago, but my motivation went down hill im so sorry💀, anyways i hope you all enjoy :)

“It’s so hot out here,” you whine, fanning yourself with your hand.

A chuckle leaves Austin as he looks down at you through his sunglasses. “I asked you if you wanted to go inside, and you said no.”

“It’s too cold inside, i’m just going to want to come back outside to warm up,” you roll your eyes.

The two of you were at a house party hosted by one of Austin’s friends, and you were leaning against the railing in the backyard admiring the view of LA. The house was beautiful, and in your opinion had way too many rooms for a single man, but you don’t expect anything less given the fact that the guy was loaded. There isn’t even a door to the backyard, it’s just a giant open wall.

“I could shove you into the pool, that would help you cool off,” Austin jokes,

“I dare you, see what happens,” you give him a warnings look and he just smirks.

“I actually would like to see what would happen,” he says. He suddenly grabs you by the waist and pretends to push you into the pool. You let out a scream as you cling onto his shirt, thankful that the backyard was too crowded and loud for anyone to really care about the two of you.

“Keep playing around and you’re sleeping in the living room,” you tell him as you shove his chest, only partly joking.

Austin fake gasps, and just as he’s about to say something, he’s interrupted by one of his friends he had met while shooting his latest film. Austin has talked about him several times, but you’ve never actually met him until now.

“Austin! So good to see you,” the man smiles brightly as he brings Austin into a hug. Austin happily accepts it as he beams at the man in front of him, eyes bright. “Surprised you're here, y’know since you're a homebody and all.”

Austin smiles as he pulls away from the hug. “I have to leave the house sometimes and let everyone know I’m alive.”

The man laughs in return, and right as you’re starting to feel awkward from standing there, Austin speaks up and introduces his friend to you.

“Cal, this is my girlfriend,” Austin says proudly as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

You thought Cal was going to offer you his hand to shake, but instead he leans in to give you a hug as well. You’re a little thrown off at first at his friendliness, but quickly recover as you hug him back.

“It’s so nice to finally meet the girl Austin wouldn’t stop telling everyone about every other day on set,” Cal tells you, pulling away and shooting Austin a smirk.

When Austin had left to shoot the film, the two of you had just started dating, and it was the first time he would be leaving you for that long9. The two of you made sure to talk as much as possible, and Austin being the person he is was happy to tell anyone who would listen about you. It was mainly Cal.

Sometimes it wasn’t even on purpose. He would be in a conversation, and when something was said that reminded him of you, he said it.

Austin shakes his head as he looks down at you, his ears turn pink at Cal’s exaggeration, as he looks down at you. “He’s lying.”

“He’s right,” Cal glances at you before looking Austin in the eye with a straight face, “it was more like everyday.”

Austin pulls away from you to playfully give Cal a shove, causing Cal to throw his head back as he bursts into a fit of laughter.

You shake your head in amusement as you watch the two of them fool around. Feeling like you should give them space and a chance to talk and catch up, you decide to head inside for a drink. After informing Austin of your plans and giving Cal a quick ‘it was nice to meet you’, you turn around and maneuver your way through the crowd.

Right as you're about to walk inside, you bump into someone who was laughing with their back towards you. You stumble back, and you’re about to shoot the person a dirty look when they turn around to reveal your ex-boyfriend Ryan. Your expression quickly changes as you smile up at him in surprise.

He looks the same since you last saw him, the only difference is that he has gotten older.

“I’m so sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention,” he apologizes as he brings you in for a hug, which you gladly accept. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here with Austin,” you gesture behind you to the two men, who already seem to have gotten into a deep conversation. “What are you doing here?”

“A friend invited me, and you know I can’t say no to being in a house like this,” Ryan motions with his hands as he gives you his signature smirk.

You both had been best friends for years before he decided to ask you out one day. Since you had known him for so long, and he really was a great guy, you agreed, leading to the two of you dating for a couple of years. The two of you had both moved closer to the city after getting similar jobs, and you even ended up being his roommate.

When the relationship ended, it was on good terms and you guys wanted to stay friends, but of course there was that drift. There were no ill feelings towards him in your heart.

“Of course you can’t,” you tell him. He had always enjoyed driving through wealthy neighborhoods and would always tell you that one of those houses would be his one day.

“Where were you headed before I bumped into you?” he asks, his eyebrows drawing together.

“The bar, I need something cold to help me deal with this heat,” you answered.

“Still don’t like the heat, huh?” he smiles and you nod, mimicking his smile and letting a small laugh slip past your lips. Then he added, “how about I join you?”

“Why not,” you say with a shrug, and the two of you move the conversation inside.

From behind you, Austin notices that you didn’t enter the house right away. You appeared to be talking to someone, but he couldn’t quite see who it was due the constant movement of people in front of him. He could tell it was a man, though.

He continues to listen to Cal updating him on what he has been up to since the two last saw each other, but he can’t help but glance over in your direction every once in a while. Austin hates the fact that he’s not giving Cal his full attention, but the only thing he could think about at the moment was you.

Finally, the few people that had been blocking his view moved, revealing the man you had been talking to – your ex. He freezes, his brow creasing and his eyes narrowing as he watches the two of you smiling at each other.

It’s not like he hated Ryan because he never seemed to be a bad guy, it’s just the fact that he always seemed to show up somewhere you’re at.

He wasn’t jealous, that’s just not who he is.

“Aus?” he hears Cal say, bringing him back to reality.

“I’m sorry, man, I got distracted,” Austin admits.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Cal laughs and turns his head to try and see whatever Austin had been looking at. “What is it?”

“Her ex,” Austin tells him and Cal raises an eyebrow at him.

“Are you jealous, Butler?” Cal asks him as he bumps his shoulder into him.

“Of course not,” Austin’s jaw tenses for a second, his fingers fidgeting inside of his pockets, “I’m just not a fan of the guy, that’s all.”

Cal gives him another questioning look, still not believing him. “Any specific reason?” he asks, and Austin shoots him a glare. “What? I’m just asking because it looks a whole lot like jealousy to me.”

“I’m fine, I promise,” Austin rolls his eyes. Cal just snickers, deciding not to push him any further.

Meanwhile, you were standing by the bar with Ryan as you listened to him ramble on about what he’s been up to in life. You don’t mind, really, Ryan has always been like this – not in a douche-y way, he just loved to talk – and you don’t see him changing anytime soon.

You both had gotten something to drink – Ryan's was alcohol and yours was not, given the fact you felt it was too hot to be drinking. Suddenly, you see Ryan’s eyes dart away from yours and he stops in the middle of his sentence. Your eyes narrow as you glance away to see what caught his attention, but you look back at him confused.

Ryan smiles once he sees your face. “There’s this girl I've been trying to go on a date with me for a week now, and she’s standing over there,” he explains as he nods his head in what you guess is the girl’s direction.

“And no luck?” you assume, and he nods.

“Yes, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up just yet,” he adds. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to take care of.”

You can’t help but laugh to yourself as you watch Ryan adjust his appearance as he walks away from you. Deciding you should use the bathroom before heading back out to Austin, you make your way deeper into the house and eventually find a bathroom to use.

While all this was happening, Austin had ended his conversation with Cal and entered the house in search of you. It doesn’t take him long to find you as he notices you leaving the bar and heading down one of the home’s many hallways.

As you’re washing your hands and checking your appearance in the mirror, you hear a knock on the bathroom door. Assuming it’s just some random stranger needing to relieve themself, you quickly speak up to say, “Just a second!”

“It’s me, open the door,” you hear, instantly recognizing the voice on the other side.

You dry your hands before opening the door to reveal Austin standing there looking right back at you. He simply brushes past you and enters, ignoring your curious look.

“Austin?”

“Hmm?” he innocently asks as he leans against the bathroom counter.

“What are you doing here?” you question as you close the door behind him.

“You were taking a long time to come back outside, and I just wanted to check on you,” he shrugs.

“How did you know I was in here?”

“I asked Ryan where you were and he pointed me out the direction he saw you going,” Austin lied. He was too focused on you to notice Ryan in the crowd, and there’s no way he’s going to willingly tell you that he followed you. “How’s he doing by the way?”

You’re thrown off. “Who, Ryan? He’s doing well, we were just chatting a couple minutes ago,” you tell him as you look him up and down. You notice how tense he was, his arms folded across his chest as he looks at you. “Wait a minute…are you jealous?” you wonder, not completely offended.

“Why do guys keep asking me that?” Austin rolls his eyes.

“What? Who else asked you?” you furrow your eyebrows as you look up at him.

Austin hesitates for a second. “Cal.”

Now it’s your turn to cross your arms. “Well if someone else notices it, then it must be true.”

“I can assure you, I’m fine. There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

“You’re right… there is nothing to be jealous of, but you are,” you point out.

“I’m fine,” Austin repeats.

You scoff. “You’re not fine. Just admit it, you’re jealous.”

“No, because it wouldn’t be true.”

You just stare at him, holding back a smile from forming on your lips. Austin just stares at you right back.

Ok, then.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I left you in here to go find Ryan so I could finish my conversation with him?”

Austin gives you a look, silently daring you.

Your lips break into a smile as you let a laugh slip out. “Oh relax, I’m just messing with you.”

You uncross your arms to wrap them around Austin’s waist – whose arms were still guarding his chest. He looks down at you with no emotion. You smile sweetly up at him as you lean up to give him a couple pecks on the lips, but Austin doesn’t budge. Though, with a couple more kisses, he lets out a defeated sigh and gives in to you.

“You’re not funny,” he mumbles.

“I mean, you did say you were fine, after all,” you laugh as you pull away.

“And I am.”

“Really?” you ask him, daring him to say the wrong answer.

Instead, Austin says nothing as he silently looks between your eyes. You lean back up to him to place your lips onto his once more, all the while, one of your hands unwraps itself from his waist and sneaks down to palm him

over his jeans. You feel him instantly starting to harden under your touch. Austin’s eyes widened a smidge, surprised and not knowing what to do.

“Are you sure?” you tease as you continue. Austin’s breath begins to speed up, not removing his eyes from yours once.

“Yes,” he breathes out, and you shake your head.

“I don’t think so,” you tell him as you now use both hands to slowly unbuckle the belt on his jeans, and tug the waistband of his underwear down just a little. You use your other hand to rest on his shoulder, slightly adding pressure to keep him in place against the counter. “I’ll ask you again? Are you sure?”

Austin breath hitches as your hand slithers its way past the waistband of his underwear and grabs ahold of him. He lets out a small groan as his eyelids flutter. He finally unfolds his arms, only to move them behind him to rest on the countertop. “No.”

You quickly glance at the doorknob to make sure it’s locked before finally freeing him from the tightness of his underwear, causing Austin to release a small sigh. “No, what? No, you aren’t jealous or you’re not sure?”

Austin can’t form the words to answer as you begin to move his hand up and down his shaft. His breathing is shaky as he looks down at your hand wrapped around his hard length. “Fuck,” he mumbles.

“What was that?” you tilt your head. Using your thumb, you tease the tip of his cock, making his hips jerk into your hand and a small moan slip past his lips. You don’t even try to hide the smirk as it grows on your face.

Austin throws his head back as your hand begins to move quickly up and down his shaft, precum starting to lip from his sensitive tip. He bites his lip in hopes it would help him collect himself enough to answer you, but he just ends up biting down harder and harder.

“It’s okay if you are,” you purred. Austin whimpers at your words as his eyes shut.

“Baby-,” he starts, but he isn’t able to continue before another whimper leaves his mouth, feeling too overwhelmed to respond.

“What? I’m just asking you a simple question.”

Austin's head tilts forward as his mouth hangs slightly open. His breath is hot and uneven as you continue your tortuous pace. Austin’s grip tightens on the counter, trying to keep himself grounded and pretty much up right.

“If you won’t answer me, then I guess I’ll have to stop,” you let out a fake disappointed sigh as your hand stops its movements.

Another sound leaves him, but this time it’s one of torture. His hard length is beginning to become more painful the closer he gets to the edge, and the last thing he needs right now is for you to stop. Right as you're about to pull your hand away, he quickly moves to grab your wrist.

You look up at him to see his flushed and jaw clenched as he breathes through his nose. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to say something. He knows exactly what you want him to say, but he doesn’t want to admit his jealousy. Then again, he doesn’t want to leave this bathroom without cumming either.

Austin breathes in before saying, “Fine.”

“Fine what?” you press, enjoying the advantage you have on him – which he will definitely get you back for.

“I got jealous.”

“Jealous from what?”

Austin lets out a frustrated laugh before continuing, “seeing you and Ryan together,” he answers and you give him an accepting smile.

You give him an accepting smile as you lean up to connect your lips with his, moving your hand around his shaft again. Austin sighs into your mouth as he eagerly kisses you back, his eyebrows furrowed. He places his hands on either side of your face to pull you closer to him, needing every ounce of pleasure he can get.

As the familiar feeling of his orgasm comes back, it becomes harder and harder for him to continue kissing you. His mouth comes ajar as his head falls down towards your shoulder, his moans getting louder into your ear. Any other time in public you would shush him, but the loud background noise of music and people’s chatter makes it nearly impossible for anyone to hear him from the outside.

Austin’s hands quickly puts his hands back on the counter to brace himself as he feels himself cumming in your hand. His whole body goes rigid as the sticky, white liquid shoots out onto your hand and the floor. Your hand doesn’t falter, aiding him as he comes undone. You only stop when Austin winces and reaches for your hand as everything becomes too much.

“That wasn’t so hard to admit was it?” you ask and Austin lifts his head only to glare at you.

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thegettingbyp2 · 11 months ago

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Austin butler x reader

Reader and Austin are married and Austin does his first interview as a married man and tell them about how he met the reader and there love story plus maybe to add to the cuteness he announces that he is also gonna be a father

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You were sitting front row in the audience, waiting for Austin, your husband, you walk onstage. He was currently in the middle of the press tour for Masters of the Air but this was his first interview since your wedding and you knew that he was going to be asked about it. You looked down at your hand, smiling when you saw the dainty gold band that was now sitting on your ring finger before being jolted out of your thoughts when you heard the rest of the audience applause as Austin walked on stage.

He’d spoken about Masters of the Air for about fifteen minutes before the interviewer changed the topic. ‘So, we’ve seen on your lovely girlfriend, no, your lovely wifes Instagram a couple of wedding photos,’ he said, causing Austin to smile softly, looking down at his ring before lifting his head, his eyes finding yours instantly and his smile growing. ‘How was it?’

‘One of the happiest days of my life,’ he replied, smiling. ‘I’d been ready to propose pretty much a week after we started dating so it’s been a long time coming but it was so worth it. We got married in this big stately home and she looked so beautiful,’ he said, his voice trailing off as he found you once again in the audience.

‘You were ready to propose after a week? And how long had you been dating before the wedding?’

‘So, we met when filming began again for Elvis after lockdown and she was wandering around the set, offering to get coffees for everyone. I’d noticed that she started doing that pretty much every day so one morning when I heard that she was making her rounds, I decided to go and get her a coffee and surprise her. The only downside is I now have to get her coffee every morning,’ he joked, making everyone else in the studio laugh.

‘And how did you propose?’

‘Well, I wanted to make this big deal of it, I had a plan where I’d booked a couple of days off work and I was going to take her out on a date, you know, really try to woo her. And then because we were in Australia, we were going to spend a couple of days in Sydney and on the last evening I was going to take her to a show at the Opera House, she’s always wanted to go and I was going to propose after the show, by the water. It didn’t really turn out like that, I jumped the gun a bit and our trip to Sydney ended up being a bit of an engagement-moon kind of thing,’ Austin explained, laughing softly. You smiled to yourself as you remembered the night, about a year and a half ago now.

You were waiting in Austin’s trailer for him to finish filming, curled up on the sofa with a film playing softly on the TV. You’d spent the day packing a couple of bags for you and Austin after he’d surprised you this morning by telling you that he was taking you to Sydney for a long weekend. The sound of the door opening made your head turn in the direction of the sound and you smiled tiredly as you watched Austin walk in.

‘How was filming?’ you asked softly when he came and sat down on the sofa next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing heavily.

‘Long,’ he replied, the end of the word being cut off slightly by a yawn and you moved your arms to wrap around him, tangling your fingers in his hair and scratching lightly. ‘That feels amazing,’ he murmured, his eyes closing as he let his weight lean onto yours more.

‘Well, you don’t have to go back onto that set for the next few days. We’re going on holiday and I don’t want you even thinking about work for the whole time we’re away, you hear me?’ you asked, tilting his head to face you. As soon as his eyes were on yours, his body relaxed and he leaned in to give you a quick kiss before groaning against your lips.

‘I still need to pack, I was going to on my break earlier but I completely forgot. I won’t be long and then we can go.’

‘I’ve packed your bags for you, they’re on the bed with mine so we’re good to go whenever you’re ready. I didn’t know what kind of things you wanted to take so I’ve packed some hoodies as well that you might - ’

‘Marry me.’

His words cut you off straight away and you pulled back slightly, keeping your arms around his neck, to look at him. ‘What did you just say?’ you asked as Austin moved to sit more upright on the sofa, hooking your legs over his arms and pulling them across his lap, trying to pull you closer to him. He leaned in closer, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at you.

‘Marry me,’ he repeated softly, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. ‘I had this big plan where I was going to take you to the Opera House and propose while we were away but I couldn’t wait.’

‘But I’m in ratty sweatpants, one of your hoodies, this isn’t the time to propose to someone! I mean, I look - ’

‘Perfect. You look perfect ,’ he said, grinning at you now as he tugged you even closer, until your nose was brushing against his. ‘So, what do you say? Will you marry me?’

‘Will we still get to go to the Opera House?’

‘Yes,’ he replied, laughing.

‘Then yes!’ you exclaimed, pulling him in for a kiss.

When Austin had finished recounting the story of his proposal, the studio erupted in applause and you couldn’t stop the blush from rising in your cheeks. ‘And how has married life been treating you?’ the host asked, grinning at Austin.

‘Incredible, we had our honeymoon in Spain and since being back, everything’s just felt so right and amazing and there’s a lot of changes going on at the minute so it’s terrifying but so exciting at the same time.’

‘What kind of changes are you making?’

‘Well, uh,’ Austin chuckled nervously, his hand running along his thigh as he adjusted his seat and looked over at you, looking for permission. Smiling back at him, you nodded gently. Austin grinned back at you before turning back to the host. ‘We’ve been changing one of the guest rooms in the house into a nursery. About three months ago, we found out that we’re going to be parents.’

The applause that followed was deafening and you and Austin couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction, neither of you knowing what you were expecting. Once the applause had died down, the host wrapped up his interview with Austin. Austin thanked him and stood. Instead of heading off of the set, he made his way over to you, sitting on the floor in front of you and grabbing your wrists, draping your arms around his neck.

‘You were amazing up there,’ you murmured into his ear, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head as his fingers absentmindedly began to play with yours.

‘Thank you, baby,’ he replied, craning his neck around to look at you, nothing but love in his eyes. ‘How are you guys doing?’

‘We’re just fine,’ you said, smiling warmly at him, ‘the amount of interviews you’ve got lined up over the next couple of months, they’re going to know just how big their daddy is before they’re even born.’

Austin tilted his head backwards until your face was upside down in his eyes. ‘I love you. Both of you.’

You leaned down to quickly peck his lips before moving your hands to cup either side of his face, running your thumbs along his cheeks. ‘We love you too. Now, be quiet, we’re trying to listen to the rest of the show.’

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader

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youaintnothinbuta · 10 months ago

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“I can't tell you how long l've been waiting for you to get home” — Austin Butler x reader

Summary: So relieved to have you home from a Christmas dinner you had with your friends, Austin greets you the moment you walk through the door, leading you to your bedroom promptly to have sex.

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem!reader

Word count: 1,700

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), mature language, typos I’m sorry

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Exhausted from the festive celebration, you released a heavy sigh, allowing the weight of the evening to fall off your shoulders. Unzipping your boots, you kicked them off, by the pile of other shoes. Your fingers carefully navigated the buttons of your coat, guiding it down your arms until it gracefully surrendered onto the coat rack by the front door, finding its place among others. The lingering warmth of the just-concluded Christmas dinner with your girlfriends still had your mind buzzing. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on the holiday decorations that adorned the walls.

Austin’s footsteps, followed by his voice, warm and eager, enveloped you. “Hi, baby, how was it?”

A genuine smile played on your lips, “Really good, it was so nice finally getting to see everyone all in one place. There’s still some bags in the car that I have—“

Interrupting your attempt to mention anything, Austin’s hand gently enveloped yours, halting your movement.

“Leave it,” he spoke softly.

With a decisive click, and your hand still in his grasp, Austin locked the front door, sealing off the outside world and leaving only the comforting hush of your home. He guided you with a gentle tug, his fingers intertwined with yours, leading the way upstairs. The subtle creak of the staircase beneath your steps and the gentle crackling of the fireplace reflected the coziness of this time of year.

Ascending the stairs, the soft glow of fairy lights tangled in garland adorned the banister, casting a warm and intimate ambiance.

“Come on, baby.” he smiled, his eyes gleaming with affection. The anticipation of a private moment together filled the air as you approached your shared bedroom, the door slightly ajar.

The dim light of bedside lamps illuminated the space, revealing the soft textures of cozy blankets and scattered Christmas cards along your dressers and bedside tables. Austin gently guided you in the direction of the bed. You sat down on the edge, watching him as he watched you.

He moved closer, his eyes holding yours in a gaze that was both tender and intense. His hands reached out to caress your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. “I can't tell you how long l've been waiting for you to get home,” he whispered, his voice low with desire.

You could feel the heat of his body as he moved closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

His tongue darted out to taste your lips, and you parted them slightly, inviting him in. You could feel his desire for you growing with each passing moment, and you responded in kind.

Your hands moved to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your palm as his kiss became more urgent. His hands moved to your back, pulling you closer still as his tongue explored yours, you moaned softly as he deepened the kiss.

His fingertips reached around your waist, gripping you tightly, he pulled you closer as he ground his hips against yours. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, sending a shiver of desire through your body.

“I need to feel you, to taste you.” he whispered against your lips, his breathing hot and heavy. You nodded, unable to speak as the desire coursed through your veins. He kissed down your neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin before moving lower. His hands found the hem of your dress, pulling it up and over your shoulders, dropping it on the floor beside the bed.

He almost choked, his eyes shutting in disbelief and in awe as his body reacted to the sight of you wearing literally nothing. “You didn't-, fuck,” he breathed, his hand reaching for your thighs.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you replied, smiling at him. He pulled you closer, his lips meeting yours again as his hands roamed over your body. His fingers traced the curves of your hips, the swell of your breasts, the smooth skin of your thighs.

You pulled at Austin’s shirt, he took the hint, taking it off, before bringing his lips to the skin of your collarbones. Leaving a wet trail of kisses over your skin, he moved lower, his lips making their way to your tit.

His tongue flicked across the hard nipple, making you gasp in pleasure. His other hand moved to your other breast, squeezing it gently as his tongue continued its exploration.

His lips sucked on your nipple, his teeth grazing it lightly, making you moan. His hand moved down to your thighs, pulling them apart so he could slide a finger inside you. You arched your back as he slid his finger in and out of you, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

His tongue moved down your stomach, his finger still moving in and out of you.

When he reached your pussy, his tongue flicked against your clit as he continued to fuck you with his finger. You moaned loudly as he sucked on your clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through you.

He slid another finger into you, stretching you open. You arched your back, your hands grabbing onto his hair as he continued to eat you out. Taking a moments break to breathe, he looked up at you, his fingers still working in and out of you, "don't be shy now.”

He brought his lips back to your clit, sucking gently, the way he knew you liked. You whimpered, wanting him to make you come. He knew what you needed, and he gave it to you. He increased the speed of his tongue, his fingers fucking you harder.

You felt that knot in your stomach forming as he continued to draw circles with his tongue. Simultaneously, he began to curl his fingers inside of you, causing you to gasp as the feeling shifted.

“I'm going to come,” you said, trying to pull away from him. He held you in place and kept his fingers moving inside of you.

“Austin!” You cried. You could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until finally, you couldn't take it anymore. With a loud cry, your hips thighs clamped around his head as tightly as they could, him still trying to pump his fingers in and out of you, as a gush of liquid spilled out onto his fingers and chin.

“Oh, god,” you winced as his tongue grazed over your sensitive clit.

“Oh, sweetheart, look at me,” he smiled, his lips swollen from sucking on you, your squirt dripping down his chin and neck, “look at how good you did.”

The bed had been covered in your juices, your body still twitching with aftershocks. Austin smiled up at you, slowly he removed his fingers from you, bringing them to his pants button. Deftly, he stripped himself of his trousers and was crawling over you. “Gonna give me another one, aren't you, baby?” He asked, kissing your forehead as he pressed his tip against your entrance.

“Mhm.” You nodded. “That's my girl.”

He grinned, pressing into you. You moaned, your eyes rolling back as he filled you up. You breathed out as he began to move inside of you.

You could feel him throbbing, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck. “You feel so good,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You whined quietly in response, into his ear, knowing it drove him wild. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him even closer to you. He grunted, his hands tightening on your hips as he slammed into you.

You could feel the tension building in your body, and you knew you were close to coming. "Please," you begged, "please don't stop." He groaned, his own orgasm approaching. "'m going to come," he warned, his voice hoarse with propensity.

"Sweetheart, I'm so close, I need you to come for me." he begged, trying to hold back his own release. he brought his thumb to your clit, gently drawing circles as he continued to thrust. maintaining eye contact with you, he let a sequence of frantic moans fall from his mouth, knowing the sound of his voice was always helpful in bringing you to orgasm. As if on cue, your thighs began to tremble, he felt this, and responded by making his moans louder, yours too, filling the room

with the sounds of pure pleasure.

“Austin,” you cried his name, your way of telling him you were about to come. “Yeah, baby, l've got you, come for me.”

You reached up, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him down on top of you, panting and whining as you came. All these sounds coming from you, and the way your pussy clenched around his cock sent him over the edge, and he spilled out into you with a carried out groan.

He collapsed on top of you, periodically thrusting shallow pumps into you, emptying the last of his load. His body was heavy on you, but you didn't mind. You just held him close to you as he caught his breath.

Eventually, he pulled out of you and rolled off to the side, pulling your body into a cuddle, then dragging the covers over both of you. He placed his hand on your thigh, which was still trembling, making you laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked, smiling at you, his voice hoarse.

“Nothing, I'm just happy.” You told him, leaning up to kiss him.

“Me too.” He replied, kissing you back.

You both lay there, basking in the afterglow of your sex. He stroked your thighs and hips, tracing his fingers over the curve of your ass.

“You're perfect, you know.” He spoke with a genuine smile. “You are.” You replied. He wrapped his hand around your upper arm and pulled your body on top of his, letting you lay your head on his chest. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, “thank you, baby.”

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obessedwithfictionalmen · 10 months ago

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Co-Stars pt.10

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: The journey of Y/n's pregnancy...

Warning: pregnancy/ mentions of throwing up/ mention of birth/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 2.1k

When she found out she was pregnant, Y/n was the happiest she’d ever been, but this happiness quickly faded into worry. She and her baby daddy were celebrities, her pregnancy was going to be all over social medias, her baby too. Callum and she talked about it and decided they wanted to keep it private. They told the cast that she was pregnant, because they should know, and their press tour wasn’t over. Yes, Master of the Air was out already, but the interviews didn’t stop. During the first weeks of her pregnancy, it was easy to hide, her belly was flat, and she didn’t have any symptoms. But as she was in her 7th week, she started to get morning sickness.

She tried to listen to all the questions and the answers of her co-stars, but she felt like throwing up. Luckly for her, the microphone wasn’t attached to her, it was a microphone that she held in her hand. She put it far away from her, so the public won’t hear her humming, it was a tip Callum’s mom gave to her to prevent her from throwing up. But it didn’t work. ‘’Nate, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I must go to the bathroom’’ she tried to hide her sickness in her voice. She got up and walked quickly backstage. ‘’Yeah, we can take a break, after Nate’s answer of course’’ The interviewer said. ‘’Oh, I was done, we can take a five-minute break’’ he said. Y/n was running to the bathroom, but an assistant was running next to her with a trash bin, in case she didn’t make it. She pulled the trash bin as she sat on a chair to empty her stomach in the trash. Callum walked up to her and pressed his hand on her back, to support her. He held her hair as she continued to puke her guts out. ‘’I’m sorry, I tried not to, but – ‘’ she threw up again. Austin and Anthony walked up to the couple; Nate was behind them. ‘’If my answer was that bad, you could’ve told me’’ he joked. Y/n looked at him, rolling her eyes before wiping her mouth with a tissue.

For the first few months, she succeeded in hiding her condition, but when her belly started to grow, it became harder. Her outfits became more baggy, which the internet found weird since she was always beautifully dressed. Some fans started to speculate about Y/n being pregnant, but the rumours stayed low. But when she reached mid second trimester, she decided to stop doing interviews, it was too risky. Now, the fans started to speculate, even the actors were asked questions about her not being with them anymore. They dodged the question and protected the secret of their colleague. Callum found it difficult, when she was with him, he could make sure that she was okay, now she was at home, he found it hard.

‘’The fans can’t stop asking about you, I think you should come to the next interview’’ Callum said, looking at his girlfriend, who was 8 months pregnant, with twins. It’s been a long time since she was in front of a camera, but he was right, the fans were becoming too much, and she should make a public appearance. ‘’Yeah, where’s the next one?’’ she asked, pushing on her arms to sit on the couch. ‘’It’s tomorrow, and it’s close, not a long drive’’ he said. ‘’Good, because the twins won’t be happy with me, dressing up and moving that much’’ she laughed. Her pregnancy was going well, because her doctor told her that if she wanted to go back to work, she could.

She was nervous, but the guys were so sweet. They were backstage, waiting for the interviewer to call them. ‘’It’s nice to see you back!’’ Ralf said, smiling. ‘’Thanks, I missed you guys’’ she breathed out. ‘’So please give it up for Austin Butler, Callum Turner, Anthony Boyle, Nate Mann, Ralf Laur, Barry Keoghan and the wonderful Y/n Y/l/n!’’ when the crowd heard her name, they made so much noise she thought the walls were going to collapse. But when they say her pregnant belly, the sound level exploded. Y/n smiled and waved at the crowd. She sat next to Callum and Austin. After minutes, the crowd finally went silent. ‘’Wow, you guys missed me that much?’’ Barry joked; he missed the last interview. Everyone laughed and waited for Y/n’s replies. ‘’Yes Barry, they were screaming for you’’ she teased, looking at him. She winked at the crowd and smiled. ‘’How are you, Y/n?’’ someone in the crowd yelled. ‘’I’m heavily pregnant with twins, thank you very much, how are you’’ she replied. The public laughed. ‘’Joke’s aside, I’m really great, I’m happy to be back’’ she said. The interview went well, but now, it was time for the public to ask questions. ‘’Before we start with the questions, please respect my private life, I will gladly answer your questions, but don’t push it’’ Y/n said. ‘’Hi everyone, I wanted to ask what’s a character trait or habit that stayed with you after filming?’’ the fan asked. Y/n raised her brows, the question was really good. The cast looked at each other, wondering who was going to go first. ‘’Well, Rose is a complex character. Uh, the thing I learned with her is that everyone is not invincible, it sounds stupid, but we often think that people, especially selfless people, can break sometimes and as a person that puts others first, it made me realise how important talking about it is. It might not be clear, but yeah, we’re all humans and you don’t know what people are going through.’’ She said, trying to be clear. The guys nodded. She smiled as she felt her babies kick, they were agreeing with her. Others answered and the microphone was passed to another fan. ‘’Hi, Y/n, Callum, how do you deal with the attention you’ve been getting since the beginning of the press tour?’’ one of the fans asked. They both looked at each other. ‘’It’s a lot, and we try to contain it, so it doesn’t affect people around us, like when Y/n posted the pictures on her Instagram and people were speculating about it, we had to ask Graham Norton to talk about our show, because that’s why we’re doing interviews, promote Master of the Air. So, we like it, but it can’t take too much in our lives’’ Callum said. ‘’That’s mainly one of the reasons why I came here today, people were only asking questions about me. So, we love it, but like Callum said, we love the attention, as long as it doesn’t become too much’’ she added.

It was time for the last question, fans were respectful with Y/n’s pregnancy, and she was grateful for it. ‘’Hi, Y/n I love you so much! Can I ask about what changed since you’re pregnant?’’ the fan was so sweet. ‘’Hi, uh, other than my body, my mentality changed a lot. I’m slowly realizing all the responsibilities that’s going to come with having twins. I also started to understand what parents mean when they say that it goes too fast. So, I’m understanding that I’m going to be a mother and it’s going to change me forever. But my body is the main change’’ she laughed. ‘’Do you know what you’re having, yet?’’ Anthony asked. ‘’Yes’’ she looked at Callum. ‘’We’re having two little girls’’ he said. The crowd cheered on the couple. ‘’Awn, do you have names yet?’’ Austin asked. They both nodded. ‘’We’re going to keep it secret until they come out, but yeah, we got it all figured out, the only thing that we don’t know is who the godfather is going to be’’ Y/n said. Barry and Anthony lifted their hand at the same time, making everyone laugh. ‘’You’re the godmother of my son, me!’’ Barry exclaimed, making Y/n laugh even more. ‘’We’ll come back to that later’’ Callum said, since his girlfriend was laughing too much, and wasn’t able to speak.

Austin sat at the end of the table; they were going to tell him that they wanted him to be the godfather. ‘’Why does this feel like an interrogation’’ he laughed. ‘’Sorry, we have something to ask you’’ Callum starts. ‘’Um, we want you to be the godfather of our girls’’ Y/n says, smiling. ‘’Are you joking?’’ he asks, smiling. ‘’No, we’re serious. You’ve always been there for us, and we want you to be there for our girls.’’ Callum explains. Austin’s eyes fill with tears as he nods. ‘’I would love to be the godfather of the babies you’re carrying’’ he says, looking at Y/n. When Austin stops talking, Y/n feels the babies kick, and they kick hard because she can see her belly move. ‘’I think they approved our choice’’ she laughs as she shows the two men the fight that’s taking place in her stomach.

The closer they were from the due date; the more Callum was freaking out and the more calm Y/n was. Frankly, Callum couldn’t understand how she was calm, she was about to push two babies out of her and looked like she came back from a Spa in Bali. ‘’Callum, honey, you’re giving me a headache, calm down. Everything is fine, I’m only 2 centimeters dilated, they can put me in the hospital when I’m at 3, we live 8 minutes away. It’s going to be fine’’ she giggled, seeing her boyfriend pacing around the living room. ‘’You are being too calm and it’s stressing me!’’ he said, looking at her. Y/n smiled and tried not to laugh. When she felt another contraction, she gave him a look, telling him to come sit down next to her so he could support her. But since he was stressing her, she asked him to go in their room and get her a new shirt, she was sweating. She breathed her way through it and timed it. She got up to walk around the house, in hope of making the contractions painless, but when she stood up, her water broke. ‘’Honey, don’t panic, but my water just broke’’ she shouted to Callum, he was in the other room. ‘’WHAT? IT’S HAPPENING?!’’ he yelled from their bedroom. ‘’Yes, it is’’ she replied.

Daisy Rose Turner and Ophelia Mary Turner, that was the name of the two newborns. Callum was holding Daisy, and Austin, who Y/n called to help Callum calm down, held Ophelia. Y/n was sleeping, the labour and delivery went on for 11 hours, she was a trooper. She did get the epidural, but her body was tired. Callum was so happy, he called his mom, telling her that his girls had her names as a middle name was something he was looking forward to ever since they decided on their names. When he broke the news, his mom immediately started to cry. Telling her son how proud of him she was and how excited she was to be a grandmother. ‘’Kaia was right, your children are so beautiful’’ Austin whispered. Callum smiled and looked at his daughters. ‘’Like their mother’’ he whispered back. Minutes later, Y/n woke up, she was still tired. ‘’Hey, how did you sleep?’’ Callum asked. ‘’Good, where are the girls?’’ she asked. ‘’The nurse took them to do their tests, Austin followed them.’’ He reassured her. She was traumatized by the baby kidnapping in Jane the Virgin, that was something she said to Callum very early in her pregnancy: You always follow our baby. In this case, babies. ‘’Thank you for making me a father, that’s something I’ve always dreamed about and I’m so grateful that you’re the mother of my girls.’’ Callum said, kissing her hand. Y/n was smiling, tears of joy immediately fell on her cheeks. ‘’And I’m ecstatic that you’re the father of my babies. I love you, Callum’’ she said, with a gentle voice. ‘’I love you too, Y/n’’

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #co star #actress!reader #austin butler #anthony boyle #barry keoghan #master of the air #master of the air imagine

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eternal-love · 28 days ago

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A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female!reader

Summary: Austin is your grumpy boyfriend who doesn’t like your Christmas parties. But he really does like fucking you when people are over.

Warning: smut. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (fem receiving).

Note: it’s the best fucking time of the year. And I wanted to write something for you guys as a Christmas present because I love u guys so much 🫶

Not my best work, but it’s a simple gift.

The gif is of course by @aust-een, my girl. Props to her for helping me with the gif set!!!

It was the best time of the year, at least to you it was. Even the air changed during holidays, you loved the whole concept of holidays. Your family were as obsessed with holidays as you were. Your house became your main focus during your holiday break. You lived in a small but cozy home.

You had been baking cookies when he came to visit you.

‘Thank God I don’t live with her.’ He thought as he walked through the foyer of your house. Filled with garlands and lights. After overly-criticizing your Christmas decor he smiled at the sight of you. “Hey, babe…”

You smiled at him as you stopped putting sprinkles on the cookies. You rushed to him, wrapping your arms around him.

“I thought you wouldn’t come and see me.” You smiled up at him, taking in the scent of his cologne.

“I wouldn’t miss it. And I also brought you what you asked for.” Austin said as he lifted up a bag of chocolate chips.

“God, I love you. Thank you.” You pecked his lips, but with his free hand he held your jaw there as he kissed you back passionately.

After a while, you pulled away. Time was on you, you were holding a small gathering with your girlfriends later that day. He was annoyed by that, he had wanted today to be a date-day. But of course, your girlfriends were always a priority too.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for the party?” You asked Austin. But then again, it was going to be filled with just women.

“Being surrounded by tipsy women? What a nightmare, baby. I’d rather be locked in the bedroom.” Austin said as he caressed your cheek.

“Rude.” You slapped his chest playfully and he chuckled. You pulled away from him and sat down on the table again, you kept decorating cookies and cupcakes.

“I’m going to lay down in your bed, and watch some shitty tv. While your stupid friends and you watch Home Alone or whatever.” Austin told you, he took a seat right by your side. He reached out for a cookie and shoved it inside his mouth.

The white frosting smearing all over his lips, as if trying to tempt you, he licked his lips and then his fingers, staring right at you.

“What?” He played dumb, he kept sucking his finger to lick any excess of frosting.

“You’re tempting me…” You said, before he leaned in and took your lips in his, his kisses being warm and wet. Instead of butterflies you could say you felt snowflakes, appropriate for the holidays.

He lifted you up and made you sit on the table. He was in between your legs, devouring your mouth. He didn’t even hesitate before kissing down your neck, getting on his knees and parting your legs.

“I bet you’re as sweet as the icing…” Austin muttered as he rode down your underwear.

Oh; Austin ate pussy like a starved man. Like a thirsty man stuck in a dessert, where pussy was the last drop of water.

His plump lips pecked your cunt, then with his skilled tongue, he gave you a long lick. Making you throw your head back. Your hand going to tug at his sandy blond locks. He grunted.

His tongue was skilled, he could move it in ways you didn’t know it was possible.

“Yes… just like that.” You were able to moan out. He kept parting your legs with his hands, griping your thighs as hard as he could. Probably leaving bruises.

It was like he was going down the chimney, and it felt so fucking good. You wouldn’t mind being his Mrs.

You felt yourself getting closer to your release, as your moans began to quicken, whimpering as well. You started to roll your hips forward, if only he had been laying down. You would’ve ridden the fuck out of his face and he would have allowed it, of course. If that meant tasting your cunt, drowning in it was his dream.

You tugged at his hair one more time as you really approached your orgasm. Not wanting him to stop pleasing you, you could only get aggressive.

“Just like that, yeah… don’t stop.” You were able to moan out, grinning your teeth. That’s how worked up he got you.

Austin decided that even if he felt his tongue go numb, numb, numb, he would make you finish. And after a while, you finished all over his face, again, he devoured your cum as a starved man., he pulled away from your cunt and took deep breaths. Before standing up and leaning down to kiss you, making you taste yourself.

“As sweet as I imagined.” He whispered as he pulled away slightly. He was definitely still out of breath.

You were worked up too. A bit dazed still. He had just tongue-fucked you on the table, anyone would be dazed.

“Now, that was on my wishlist.” You chuckled out, smiling at him.

“The stocking are always better on the floor anyways.” Austin smiled, oh, he was horny as hell by now. But your friends would arrive in probably less than thirty minutes. He wouldn’t risk it.

All throughout the party you couldn’t concentrate. Just knowing that Austin was down the hall, doing God-knows-what, probably jacking off while you were here, still turned on. But having to keep a straight face for your friends while they spiked the eggnog.

But at some point you couldn’t handle the ache, the desire, whatever you were feeling. So you sneakily made your way down the hall, you entered your bedroom and Austin was laying there, plain white tee on, his jeans, no shoes. Watching some shitty movie.

“Woah, what are you doing down here?” He asked in confusion, you were never one to leave your own party.

“I want you to fuck me.” You blurted out, as you were quick to start unbuttoning your dress. Austin smirked as he sat up on the bed.

You didn’t even let him speak, you were already on top of him, your lips on a battle against his, grinding against his pelvis, feeling his already growing erection.

You pulled away, he was biting your lower lip. Oh, he adored you.

“You’re gettin’ coal this Christmas.” He groaned. With your free hands, you undid his pants.

Austin was quick to discard his pants and underwear, he didn’t need them anyways. Your underwear’s gone too, the man was a magician, that’s for sure. He sure knew how to take them off.

His hard cock already teased you. Austin had a huge North Pole. And you were thankful for it. Not many women could rejoice on the fact that their man had a big dick. You were the luckiest out of your friends.

You got into position, so horny and wet that you didn’t need anything to make it enter. You were a vixen tonight, and you would take your man for a ride.

As soon as he was slowly entering you, you saw his face contort in pleasure, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

“Be quiet, you don’t want to ruin your fucking party, don’t you?” Austin said, his jaw clenched as you slowly sat on his cock, he was feeling the warmth of your cunt.

“Mhm…” you whimpered in response, your hands went to his shoulders as his hands went to your waist.

He was so deep in, he thought he would come just by you taking all his cock that good. You started moving your hips, rolling them, riding the hell out of Austin. Quiet moans and grunts escaped the both of you. You had to be quick, you didn’t want your friends to hear you fucking your man.

But Austin, if he could, and if he wanted to ruin your goddamn party, he would’ve fucked you until you were screaming his name.

“Taking me so well.” Austin told you and you rode him. “Poor Santa is going to know you’re a bad girl.”

He mocked your love for the holidays. You didn’t even answer, as you were too concentrated on getting off. The way your face contorted and the way your mouth was open to let out moans and whimpers only made everything more exciting. Also, your friends being down the hall. It was the perfect boost of adrenaline.

“Made specially for me. And no one else.” He moaned, his hands guiding your hips. “I don’t know how I got so lucky with the old man…” he breathed out, oh, he was in heaven. “…so that you ended up being my present.”

Just him saying that pushed you to the edge, but then, with his thumb he started touching your clit. That’s when you knew you were in for a goddamn ride.

He was rough, making you moan louder than you ever wanted to. You were sure your friends heard you.

“Let ‘em hear you. Let them hear how much of a Christmas slut you are. How much you’d rather get…” his voice cracked as you rode him so well, he found himself getting closer and closer. “…fucked by your man than watch your silly movies with them.”

Another loud moan escaped your lips.

“I do rather getting you to f-fuck me…” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck, your breathing on his neck.

“At least you’re warming me up.” Austin grunted, his hands went from your hips to your ass, squeezing it, making you go as deep as possible., his hips bucking up.

That’s when he hit that sweet spot.

“Austin!” You moaned, it was a pornographic moan. One that only a pornstar could do. Yet you were doing it, one calm evening when you’re friends drank hot chocolate in your living room.

Austin started chuckling, he wanted to see you try and act normal once he made you finish.

But soon enough he felt himself getting closer too. He kept bucking his hips until inevitably, he finished inside of you, you rode down your orgasm. Laying your forehead against his.

“Go back, go.” Austin said as he softly shoved you onto the bed.

No after care today. He was still very much annoyed at your Christmas get together.

“But-“ you tried to protest, you could stay here but again, your fucking friends were probably already waiting for you to go back, but they most definitely heard you getting railed.

“You organized this. A host should never leave their invites.” He said with a smirk.

Knowing that what he said was true, with wobbly legs, you tried to put on your dress and act normal. But as soon as you were going to get yo form bed again, he grabbed your arm.

“We’re not finished yet.” He told you.

Of course, it wasn’t over just yet. His package was too big to gift-wrap. He’d probably bed you a thousand more times to be satisfied.

And you wouldn’t even complain, after all, you needed that Charles Dickens like you needed air to breathe.

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rebelliousstories · 6 months ago

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In Your Arms Is What I’m Cravin’

Relationship: Benny Cross x Reader

Fandom: The Bikeriders

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Suggestive Themes, Brief Strong Language

Word Count: 981

Main Masterlist: Here

Austin Butler Masterlist: Here

Summary: Returning to his house and loving that it feels like home.

The low rumble of a bike was heard all up and down the street as Benny pulled back into the driveway. He had spent the better part of the day riding out on the open road wherever it took him. Those solo rides were special to Benny. Of course, he loved taking his old lady out with him; the feeling of her arms tightening around him and her laughter in the wind. But the times where he gets to ride by himself and clear his head? Those were very much needed from time to time.

Benny made his way up the stairs and dug out his keys. Taking one last drag from his cigarette, he flicked the butt of the stick off into a bush as he opened the door. Inside, the air was still. Nothing was out of place. Everything was exactly how it was supposed to be, right down to the room spray of flowers that she insisted on.

“Baby? Hello?” She yelled through the house as he started crossing off rooms. The living room was definitely empty, as was the kitchen. There were muffled footsteps coming from the back part of the house, and then a squeal.

“Benny! You’re home, baby!” A body slammed into his as he tried to get his bearings. Wrapping an arm around her back, and another under her butt, he held her close.

“Hey, my little lady. I missed you.” Benny buried his nose into the crook of her neck, and breathed in deep.

“Oh, I missed you more. Did you have a good ride?” She asked, pulling away enough to see his face. Benny’s eyes were tired, but retained a bit of light in them as he scanned over her face.

“I did. Did you have a good day at home?” She nodded before leaning in and planting a kiss on his lips. Both sets of eyes slipped shut, and he maneuvered them over to the couch in the living room. Sitting down blindly, Benny let himself get wrapped up in the soft touches of his lover as she kept kissing him.

“What’d you do?” Benny asked, pulling away with a raspy voice.

“Well, I went and got my nails done in that rosy color you love on me so much.” Said nails scratched through the base of his scalp and through his hair. Benny groaned and leaned his head back into her hands.

“Then I went to go watch that new Elvis feature in town called ‘Tickle Me’. You know, you kinda look like Elvis a bit.” The look that the man shot her was enough to send her into a fit of giggles. She was nearly bumped off of his lap because of how hard she was laughing.

“Now why would you ever think that, little lady? Ain’t got no black hair or eye black on.” Benny countered, readjusting the woman so she was sitting more comfortably across his legs. She looked like she was thinking intently which is when Benny put a finger to her lips.

“And no. You ain’t allowed to put any on me.”

Her lips pouted around his fingers, which made him smile. Pulling the appendage away, he quickly replaced it with his own lips once more. Both of them melted into the kiss. For several minutes, the couple just existed together. Almost as if they were one body; they did not know where one began and the other ended. Benny, reluctantly, pulled away as she tried to chase his lips.

“We should probably go to bed. But I wouldn’t mind continuing this in the bedroom because I have missed this.” His hands ran over her waist and thighs as they caught their breath. She nodded, and tried to untangle her body from his. But Benny was having none of that. He simply scooped her up in his arms, and stalked up the stairs to their bedroom.

Her giggle prompted a small smile to come across the man’s face. It was not often that he allowed himself to be soft. But there was just something about her that caused him to melt on the inside. Dropping his girlfriend on the cushioned bed beneath, Benny spent a good minute just tracing his eyes over her body. These were the times that they both cherished. When it was just them, late at night, and not a worry or care on the mind. These were the times that gave them hope on those rough days. These were the times that kept them coming home to the other.

“Whatcha thinking about, Benny boy?” She teased, running her fingertips over his face while he still stood over her.

“Just how lucky I am that you put up with me and all the shit I get into.” He murmured, with his voice just above a whisper.

“We’ll come to bed, baby. You must be tired after riding all day. I’m feelin’ awfully lonely without you under here.” Pulling back the covers, she wasted no time in getting comfortable. Benny chuckled, and went to go get out of his outside clothes before hoping into bed. However, the feeling of her eyes on his body made him slow down and put on a little show as he stripped out of his clothing.

They both knew that nothing was going to happen as they were both far too tired, but there was nothing wrong about admiring each other. Benny stayed in his white undershirt and boxers as he crawled into bed. Opening his arms, she launched herself into them again and sighed deeply. Sticking her nose into the crook of his neck, she inhaled the wonderful scent that was her Benny Cross. It only took a few minutes for them both to drift off into their dreams, but they were content to be snuggled up in each other’s arms. This was exactly what they needed. The low rumble of a bike was heard all up and down the street as Benny pulled back into the driveway. He had spent the better part of the day riding out on the open road wherever it took him. Those solo rides were special to Benny. Of course, he loved taking his old lady out with him; the feeling of her arms tightening around him and her laughter in the wind. But the times where he gets to ride by himself and clear his head? Those were very much needed from time to time.

“Benny! You’re home, baby!” A body slammed into his as he tried to get his bearings. Wrapping an arm around her back, and another under her butt, he held her close.

“Hey, my little lady. I missed you.” Benny buried his nose into the crook of her neck, and breathed in deep.

“Oh, I missed you more. Did you have a good ride?” She asked, pulling away enough to see his face. Benny’s eyes were tired, but retained a bit of light in them as he scanned over her face.

“What’d you do?” Benny asked, pulling away with a raspy voice.

“And no. You ain’t allowed to put any on me.”

“Whatcha thinking about, Benny boy?” She teased, running her fingertips over his face while he still stood over her.

“Just how lucky I am that you put up with me and all the shit I get into.” He murmured, with his voice just above a whisper.

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blainesebastian · 7 months ago

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words: 7,823 ship: austin butler x female reader rating: R (for violence) summary: obviously inspo is coming from seeing bikeriders and this image and my extensive knowledge of sons of anarchy. you don't have to watch that show to read this, but it takes place in that sort of universe, with inspo from the show *u* just wanted biker austin x you notes: feel free to visit my austin masterlist warnings: none, but check the rating.

Every time Austin thinks he knows exactly who you are, you throw him through a wash cycle on steroids. You came back to Charming, a place you said you’d never step foot in again, for what? It’s certainly not for fucking him, that’s for damn sure. As much as he loves you, still after all this time, Austin knows you have to be running away from something…because running towards what you want with full abandon has never been your strong suit.

And you’re certainly not returning to St. Thomas for the great fucking medical plan.

“I just needed a change of scenery.” You tell him in those mint green scrubs that always highlight the perfect swell of your ass.

Austin rolls his eyes but doesn’t tell you that he thinks you’re full of shit.

Chicago’s too fast paced, maybe you’ll try New York—there’s a beautiful, hopeful smile on your face—like you don’t know that the minute you stepped foot back in Charming that you’d never leave. You’ll get sucked back into the black hole of this place and you’ll never be able to find your way out. Will probably die here.

Whatever—it’s really not Austin’s problem anymore, is it? You are not his girlfriend, he’s not responsible for your happiness or your decisions. That ship sailed a long time ago when you left straight out of high school—went to a fancy college, got your medical degree, and began a new life.

Without him.

And yet Austin also understands the utter pull of you, consistently keeping him directly in your orbit, your wants and needs incredibly important because they always have been. Which is why Austin doesn’t believe you when you say that you didn’t come back for any sort of reason.

He doesn’t believe this ‘change of scenery’ nonsense.

You patch up a split knuckle, dig out glass—Austin doesn’t even flinch, just watches you the whole time like he doesn’t have blood on his face. You have no idea what he’s gotten into lately—and you don’t want to know.

“Think I’m gonna make it doc?” He asks, a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

You hum lightly, “Barely.” And pour the antiseptic without warning him.

You hate that you came back here, back home—but Austin’s always been your safe place.

“I think you’re scared.” Austin says one evening while dropping you off at your dad’s house, empty now, a living and breathing reminder of all the shit you went through in high school.

You never wanted to live here, in your drunken father’s home, always more satisfied with the concept of burning the thing down. Yet here you are, taking off Austin’s motorcycle helmet and handing it back to him, looking for your keys to get inside. You’re living here, attempting to reorganize and rebuild the place to make it your own.

“I think you don’t know me as well as you used to.” You throw back and there’s a hint of teasing there, like you don’t want to turn this conversation into something serious.

Austin rubs one of his eyebrows, itching for a cigarette but now’s not the time, he’s not staying long. “I think…I’m the only person who does know you.” He’s not afraid to admit that. You’ve done this dance so many times that you practically own the rights to the choreography.

You’ve proven time and time again that you’ve got nails and teeth sunk into one another, so wrapped up that you can’t unravel it as hard as you try. No matter how much time or distance passes between you two. It’s so beyond anything that Austin can put into words—he doesn’t really believe in soulmates or fate but, if he did, he thinks him and you could put a definition to that.

That’s why Austin knows that you’re never going to leave Charming, not really anyways.

You’ll be in love until it kills both of you, figuratively or quite literally.

“That’s the real reason you came back, isn’t it?”

You sigh softly—after a long day, your hair is a little unruly on the top of your head. You’re ready for a long hot shower and to get out of these scrubs. Austin only wishes he could assist with that. He lets his eyes travel over your form, purposely checking you out when you look at him. But you both know it’s more than just a sexual attraction here, that Austin defaults to that because it’s easier for him to work out in his head. While it’s very clear that there’s only one face he sees when he’s inside of someone, no one will ever know or understand him as you do.

That line of deeply knowing goes both ways.

“I told you why I came back here.”

Austin smiles a little and starts his bike. Fine, if you wants to play this game, he’s got nothing but time.

“Right,” He puts his helmet on, making sure it’s fastened. “I just don’t believe you.”

And he backs the bike out of the driveway and goes home.

Austin doesn’t figure out what’s going on until you ask for a ride home in the middle of the day. It’s a little weird, to say the least, he’s in the midst of things with the club, his club leader riding his ass about certain decisions he needs to uphold as Vice President. But literally, he couldn’t be bothered less, not having one iota of a regret driving his bike to the hospital to pick up you instead.

You seem a bit frazzled when you climb on the back of Austin’s bike, your arms squeezing around his waist just a little too tightly. Austin frowns, looking over his shoulder as he hands you the helmet to put on,

“You alright?” He asks.

You nod quickly, forcing a soft smile, “Yeah, just a long shift. M’tired.”

“You didn’t drive today?” Austin starts his bike—not that he’s complaining.

“Oh I did but the…it’s making a weird noise when I use the break.”

Austin raises his eyebrows, putting a pair of sunglasses on. “You know I work at a garage, right?”

You let out a soft laugh, the sound fluttering Austin’s stomach even after all this time. “Just take me home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He does a fake salute before pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

Austin’s got this wicked sense of observation mixed with paranoia—and he’s convinced this is why it makes him a decent V.P., being able to notice when things are off, when things appear altered than how they should. Sometimes catching tiny mistakes and misnomers are the difference between a good deal going sour, life and death.

So he instantly picks up on the fact that there’s a car following you both, all the way from the hospital to your house. Even though the vehicle doesn’t stop, it passes and parks a little further down, but it’s there, nonetheless.

You get off the bike, handing the helmet back to him, a soft coy smile on your face that makes Austin want to kiss you. Your hair is wild, cheeks a bit pink from the wind blowing, beautiful and stunning all at once.

“Thanks.” You say, adjusting your satchel from sitting on your back to your hip, “Think I’m finally getting used to this thing again.”

Austin hums a bit, parking it before he slips off the bike. He runs his hands through his hair, removing his riding gloves and pocketing them, before adjusting the leather cut that sits easily on his shoulders.

Easy and yet heavy sometimes, all at once.

“Yeah I never understood why you hated ridin’ it, I’m an excellent driver.” Which, alright, he’s a decent driver—he goes through turns too fast but he tries not to if you’re on with him.

You’re distracted though, not picking up the bait, glancing around your driveway as if you’re…looking for something, or someone. Austin licks his lips, putting the helmet on the back of the seat.

“Hey, this uneasiness that I’m sensin’ right now—have anythin’ to do with that car that followed us from the hospital?” He motions with his chin to the car he’s referring to idling down a few houses.

Your entire body suddenly goes rigid, eyes widening over Austin’s words. You follow Austin’s direction down the street and you look sick when your eyes land on the car. There’s this instinctual step back, like you’re afraid, and Austin moves closer to touch your arm.

He steadies you, squeezing gently, thumb running along the inside of your wrist, “Hey, what’s going on? Who is that?”

You sigh, running a shaking hand over your face. You swallow and finally bring your eyes to meet Austin’s, “His name is Rick—when I was in Chicago, I—I met him at a conference and we went out a few times. When I tried to end it, it got violent and he started stalking me,” You shake your head, embarrassment clear on your choked voice even though you have nothing to be ashamed for. “I tried getting a restraining order but you can see how well that worked out.”

Austin feels himself go cold, which is never a good sign. That’s how his rage works, like a slow ticking clock, never heated, never like an explosion of emotion. It sits on him calmly, like a wave lapping the shore of a beach. He straightens his shoulders, shaking his head as he goes to turn and address this fucking asshole who can’t take no for an answer.

“Austin, no,” You reach for him, managing to tug his arm to stop him from walking, “Rick’s—he’s an ATF agent and dangerous.”

Austin almost scoffs because so am I, but he knows what you mean. You know exactly what kind of business his club does and getting involved with an ATF agent will only bring trouble down upon everyone.

But Austin’s so fucking angry that he doesn’t care, he’s always felt like he’s had the uncanny ability to think in steps ahead, consider his future, but if you’re here? You’re a part of that future now. And he’s not going to let this Rick guy think he can just follow you here all the way from Chicago and threaten you.

“Go inside, Y/N.” Austin motions to the house, not looking back as he walks towards the car in question.

Rick, who has fucking binoculars, drops them quickly when he realizes Austin is approaching the car and not stopping. He also seems to get the point when Austin pulls his weapon of choice, a hunting knife, from the holster on his jeans and sticks right through the grill of Rick’s car.

Rick quickly gets out, his face red with pinched anger as the car begins to smoke. “Vandalism, deadly weapon.” He snaps and slams the car door closed. He’s shorter than Austin and a lot angrier, which is amusing to him, “That's six months in County, asshole.”

Austin can see what you maybe thought about this guy. He’s handsome with his strong jaw and cropped hair, eyes intense. Any member of law enforcement gives off a false aura of calm because they’re supposed to be people anyone can trust. It’s almost ironic that you feel safer with a criminal. Almost.

He throws shit right back at Rick as he takes his knife out of the grill, putting it back in the holster, “Violating a restraining order? You'll be in the cell next to mine.” He grins then, licking his lips as his eyes skitter over Rick’s body, “They reach how to suck dick in ATF school?”

Rick laughs, not even looking remotely interested but Austin doesn’t care. He’s trying to make him uncomfortable because clearly he doesn’t give a shit about doing the same to you. Besides, Austin knows that he’s not really angry about the car, or even about Austin approaching him per say, he’s pissed off that someone is getting in the way of him fucking around with you.

“Badass biker.” Rick tuts, shaking his head as he looks over Austin, like it would be a pleasure of his to ruin his life.

Austin is not fucking scared of this piece of shit, “You harassing Y/N? That ends here.” He tells him, “Or the next time it won't be this car that I'm drainin’ fluid from.” He goes to take a step back because regardless of the stance Rick is pulling, he can tell that he’s rattled him just a little bit.

All of this is probably a terrible idea given the situation that the club is in right now but he refuses to let you take the brunt of dealing with this asshole alone.

“You threatening a federal agent?” Rick snaps out, pissed off that he’s been made to look like an idiot. Which, Austin doesn’t think that’s too far of a stretch, really.

He turns, giving Rick a good once over before taking a few steps into his space. He purposely uses his height difference to look down at him when he speaks, “I'm threaten’ you. Go away—it's my last warning.”

As Austin walks away, he just hopes it’s enough.

Things slightly escalate from there. Rick does not fuck off like Austin hoped or intended but he supposes he shouldn’t exactly be surprised, either. He suspects that he might hang around, maybe show up at your work, but what he doesn’t expect is when Rick surprises him when Austin is attempting to run errands. And not just any type of errand, though most don’t know that, but he’s not really just visiting this deli because he enjoys the chipped ham.

Rick wanders in as Austin talks to the butcher, their conversation shifting to something safer because of the company.

One thing happens after another, Rick gets in his face and Austin can’t control his temper even though he knows he should—that this is one giant trap to catch him off guard. And yet he falls right into it because the minute Rick opens his mouth about you, Austin’s fist is flying through the air.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Rick smirks, sticking his hands in his pockets as he stands by one of the display cases with meat inside, pretending to look interested. “Y/N and I have unfinished business…and I intend on talking that out with her, in bed, with her spread out beneath me.” It’s very much a whether you like it or not attitude and Austin hits Rick so fucking hard that he sails through the glass window of the deli.

Not his finest moment.

And yet he has zero regrets as he sits in a police interview room, icing his right fist as another ATF agent graces him with his presence. Greg Thornson with his bony-ass frame, closing the door with his foot because he’s knee-deep in a file that no doubt has every wrongdoing he’s ever committed since high school.

The usual dog and pony show that any of these police agents try to shake them up with.

Austin’s so used to this, he knows his expression screams ‘boredom’ and that for some reason makes Greg smile, putting the file down on the table. He sits across from him, regarding Austin for a moment and he bites his tongue on saying anything he might regret.

The point in all this is to get back to you, not to end up in a holding cell for the night. So he straightens his shoulders and looks right back at Greg, a challenging look to his eye.

The shorter smiles, “So, we’re not going to hold you—even though you assaulted a federal agent.”

Austin purses his lips and lightly shrugs his shoulders, not saying a goddamn word. He knows exactly what story Ronnie Peterson, the deli owner, gave to the police.

“Mr. Peterson corroborates your story that Rick Clarington came at you first.” Greg sounds not moved at the slightest by that but Austin doesn’t care.

He smiles, “Can I go now?”

Greg hums but before Austin can stand and leave, “Why does Clarington have a hard-on for you?”

“Who doesn't?” The corners of Austin’s mouth twitch up but then sighs—Thornson might enjoy a little game of distractions but Austin’s goal is to keep himself as much under the radar as possible. So he shifts gears, giving him a long look, “You know why.”

Greg smiles, closing the file in front of him. Austin obviously doesn’t know Greg very well, other than the briefest of introductions when he first walked in (just what he needs, another ATF agent up his ass), but he can tell that he’s in this job title for the ‘cat and mouse’ game of it all. Austin’s not a typical criminal, he doesn’t squirm, especially when he knows that that’s the goal Greg has with this conversation.

He’s digging, pulling at straws, anything to give him the upper hand.

“You're right, I do.” Greg taps the table with his fingertips, “Y/N L/N, the charming ingenue. High school sweethearts, right?”

Austin’s face gives nothing away but he does nod softly in confirmation, “Yeah.”

He can literally see the wheels turning in Greg’s head, the shorter making an impressed noise as he glances down at Austin’s bloody knuckles, “She fears for her life so she comes back home to the only man she knows loves her enough to protect her.”

His expression matches stone, unsure of what Greg wants out of this other than to just catch him off guard, but he’s literally got nothing to say as far as he and you are concerned. There’s also not that much to tell—he and you were dating in high school; it was one of the strongest connections he’s ever had to anyone. And that hasn’t changed—Austin doesn’t think it ever will.

“A guy…” Greg trails off for a moment, “who would have no problem punching a federal agent through a glass window.”

“The glass window part was an accident.”

Greg lets out a soft laugh, nodding, “So Ronnie the butcher says. Rick apparently pulled a weapon on you—made threats, you had no choice.” There’s practically disbelief hanging on every syllable.

Austin shrugs again, flexing his sore fingers against the ice pack, “Well, if that’s what Ronnie said.”

Greg licks his lips, glancing over his shoulder as the door opens up, another officer with paperwork to detail the statement Austin gave. He nods his head, knowing he’ll have to let him go soon, despite the sparring conversation.

“Beautiful, really, it is. I wish I had that kind of pull over for someone. You're a lucky man.”

Austin feels something ugly dig under his skin at the sentiment because he knows it’s not a compliment by any means. He refuses to give Greg the satisfaction that he obviously craves but a few thoughts do worm their way in the back of Austin’s mind: did you come back to Charming because of him? Because you knew what he’d do the moment Austin learned about Rick threatening you? Because you felt safe? Wanted? Loved here? Does any of that really matter since you’re back? Austin may feel slightly manipulated given the situation but…even if you only came back for this very reason, you’re still here, aren’t you?

Somehow, that’s all Austin cares about.

“You done?” Austin asks, a little steel to his voice.

Greg smiles and nods lightly, Austin getting up from the table and leaving the ice pack behind.

Austin leans against the back of your couch, watching the you pace for a few moments. He’s not trying to pressure you into talking or anything, he’s practically got the CliffsNotes of what’s happening anyways. In general, he’d just like to touch base with you because it’s been a week since Austin’s made threats at Rick and nothing has really happened (other than that lovely conversation with Thornson, time he’ll never get back, but he supposes that’s his fault for throwing a punch at a federal agent).

Austin suspects anything else is only a matter of time. Rick doesn’t seem like the type to respond to warnings well or go away quietly.

“I’m confused, what else did you want me to do?”

You stop pacing, looking up at Austin with an almost startled expression as you’re drawn out of your thoughts. You’re in a pair of blue jeans and a nice button-down sheer blouse—so different than the scrubs you usually wear but just as beautiful.

“I didn’t want you to do anything.”

Austin narrows his eyes, “Right, really?”

You give him a look as you slowly cross your arms over your chest. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He lets out a slow breath, leaning up from the couch. He doesn’t want to argue with you at any rate and maybe he is letting the conversation with Thornson get to him, but the longer Austin thinks about it, the more it starts to make sense.

Austin rubs the back of his neck, “I think you know exactly what it means.” He raises his eyebrows, taking a long look at you, someone he’s always known like the back of his hand and yet feels so distant to him within this conversation.

“Did you come here because you knew what I’d do to Rick?”

Your mouth opens and closes, “Know…what’d you do?” You scoff, “You—you haven’t done anything.” And there’s the slightest hesitancy in saying that, like there might be something you don’t know.

Austin shakes his head, confirming with a single, “No,” Then, “I haven’t. But push comes to shove, you know I would.”

It doesn’t take much for Austin to figure out how you feel, you practically wear all of your emotions directly on your face. And okay, given this reaction, maybe that’s not why you came home but are you really going to act like that’s not some sort of benefit?

“I didn’t come back for you.” You state and it’s not supposed to sound cruel—that’s not who you are. Meanwhile, Austin on the other hand makes it his mission to dig underneath people’s skin, to read them and know them to understand how to hurt them.

“I didn’t even know if you’d still be here.” You sigh, taking a step towards where Austin is standing, “But if you’re asking if I came back to the last place I felt…put together? Safe? Then yes. That’s why I came back.”

Austin smiles ever so softly, picking his hand up to cup the side of your head. There seems to be a distinct moment where you close your eyes, a rush of relief, a breath you didn’t realize you were holding being released from your chest. “And none of that has to do with me?”

You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head but you don’t pull away, even when Austin slips one of your loose strands of hair around your ear. You turn your head to press a kiss to Austin’s palm, his other hand moving to bracket the other side of your face. His fingers eventually slip down to hold the sides of your neck, rubbing along the skin soothingly.

“Maybe just a little bit to do with you.” You smile.

Austin licks his lips, smirking, pressing your foreheads together and leaving them to rest for a few long moments. There’s a familiarity there that pulls him in, keeps him treading water, keeping them connected in such a way where it’s hard to tell where you end and Austin begins. He’s never been so much a part of someone and vice versa.

“Regardless of what happens,” Austin says after a moment, “I’m not gonna let anythin’ happen to you, okay?”

You swallow and nod, your noses grazing as he tips your chin.

And that kiss you share feels like home.

It’s a pretty regular night at the clubhouse, another party in half swing where everyone is either piss drunk or on their way to being it. Some other members are playing pool or taking shots directly off of women’s chests, some practically fucking croweaters on the commune couches. Austin is so used to seeing this shit that, at this point, it’s just another Thursday night.

Sam, one of his club leader’s right-hand men, leans against the bar with a boyish grin that deflects from all the terrible things he’s done. The blood Austin has seen in that long blonde hair, the way his hands close around another man’s throat, the bullets he’s fired, the knives he’s cut with. It’s so ironic because you’d never think any of that just by looking at him,

“You don’t want to get in on this?” He asks, motioning to the intoxicating chaos.

Austin takes a brief look around, lifting his beer and taking a sip. “Even if there were half naked women practically throwing themselves at me? Nah,” He pauses, “Just not in the mood tonight.”

Austin’s known Sam nearly his whole life—they grew up together, been through all possible scenarios of the term ‘thick and thin’. Sam sticks around because he knows Austin will take this crown someday, will lead this club, take the reins, or whatever the fuck all this means. He didn’t know his father, not really, only through all the observations and stories and photographs from others.

How is he supposed to figure that shit out?

He doesn’t want it, inherited club royalty or not. Austin would be more satisfied with running away, with taking you out of this fucking place, far away from Charming where no one knows either of you. Starting over like a brand-new book, writing their own chapters.

Even though he knows how unrealistic that is. Doesn’t mean he wants it any less.

“Is this about Y/N?” Sam asks, breaking his concentration.

Austin blinks, considering the question as he takes a long sip of beer. Isn’t it always? Sam can read him far too well and of course knows all about you, what you mean to him—what you’ll always mean to him. He was there when you both first met, when this whole thing started, when you both clutched onto one another tight and refused to let go.

You coming back has just thrown him through an impossible loop.

“No,” He straightens his shoulders, putting a wall up between him and Sam with a grin that masks his face, “Just can’t find anyone who sucks dick as well as you do.”

Sam snorts out a laugh and grabs a bottle from behind the bar to pour shots, “It’s the lips.” He teases.

Austin takes a shot with his friend when he pours it and then decides he’s gotta get out of there before he ends up spending the night with a faceless nobody and a wave of regrets. It’s funny how he hasn’t really thought like that in a while and that definitely has to do with your influence in being back.

He takes a step outside and breathes in the cool Californian air, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. Austin lights a cigarette, taking a long drag that puffs like fog into the atmosphere—he and you have not decided anything about one another. But he knows you, you and him can pick up right where you left off.

It’s hard not to.

His burner cell starts buzzing in his pocket and there’s a half smile on his lips as he sees your number—case in point.

Austin barely gets through a greeting when you are choking out I need you. He has no idea what’s going on and part of him doesn’t want to ask but the sound of your voice causes a sheet of ice to cover the entire inside of his chest as he throws down the cigarette and walks quickly to his bike.

“What happened?”

You sniffle over the line and sigh out syllables that make Austin’s blood run cold, “Rick. Please, can you just—”

“I’m on my way.” Austin hangs up the call, starting his motorcycle and pulling out of the garage parking lot with barely a second thought.

Austin has no idea what’s going on, no clue what he’s walking into but he doesn’t care either (which he may or may not regret later). He didn’t have you elaborate over the phone, wanting to concentrate on getting here faster instead. He parks his bike and rushes off the thing, nearly knocking it over as he goes to the front door of your father’s home and knocks.

You throw open the door, half dressed—bra, underwear, a long sweater barely over top, face with tear tracks on them and—and a gun hanging loosely in your fingertips.

“Jesus Christ,” Austin mumbles, eyes wide and confused as he takes a look at you and slowly closes the front door, “What the fuck happened?”

Though…based off the way you are dressed and the time of night—Austin swallows down a bout of anger as heavy as a cinder block to take care of what’s right in front of him.

“I couldn't stop him.” You shake your head, your entire face pinching. Austin sighs and wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, drawing you into your chest. He squeezes you, his hand working firm circles along your spine, “He came in-in through my back door and just—”

Austin shakes his head, holding you even tighter against him, his jaw working as he puts two and two together. You must have been getting ready for bed or something close to it and Rick put the drop on you.

“Did he—”

A whimpered noise leaves your lips and you press your face further into Austin’s neck. His one hand comes up and laces his fingers through your hair, shushing you gently. He pulls back after a moment—you both need to get ahead of this disaster, whatever is awaiting him, Austin will take care of it.

“Where is he?” He asks, cupping your cheek. He removes a tear track with his thumb.

You sniffle, “The bedroom—”

A short breath leaves Austin’s lips, glancing down at the gun that’s still in your hand. It must be your father’s because you never have been interested in weapons before, not even for means of protection. Whatever happened, it must have been bad enough that you needed to defend yourself.

“Give me that.” Austin takes the gun from you, walking down the long hallway that leads to the bedroom.

Nothing really prepares him for what he sees—the bedroom is a mess, sheets disheveled and Austin really fucking tries to not picture you struggling on top of them to push Rick off. A chair is overturned, broken glass from picture frames falling off the nightstand, and Rick on the ground in the corner—his pants are undone and he’s got his shirt off.

He’s currently holding onto his gut to keep his insides from pouring out, panting, face a sheet white and sweaty. And then he makes eye contact with Austin, a struggled laugh leaving his lips like, you’ve got to be kidding me.

“Oh you stupid bitch.” Rick spits, referring to you, “You called him?”

Austin does his best to assess the situation, figuring out what’s best for you with all of this. He’s used to putting himself in the line of fire at this point, at burying himself so deep that there’s not a way out. He could give a shit about Rick surviving or not—there’s only one person that needs to end up on the other side.

You are kind and good and leading a decent life beyond all of this and if Austin has one goal? It’s to make sure none of this pain, blood, or filth, sticks to you.

You tug on Austin’s sleeve, yanking him back into the hallway and away from the scene, “I didn’t know what to do, I shot him, Austin.” You try to explain, your hands shaking so bad as you run them through your hair. Austin shakes his head, wanting to tell you that he doesn’t have to clarify anything, “I had to. What do I—what do I do? What do we do?”

Austin runs his hand along your shoulder, squeezing, glancing back in to Rick because…there’s really only one of two things you could do. And he’ll give you the other option just in case you want to entertain it.

“Okay, okay,” Austin soothes, getting you to breathe for a moment before he continues, “We call this in—you're not going to get charged, he is.” There’s a choked laugh from Rick—the only saving grace is that you have that restraining order in place. Austin takes a long look at you, cupping your one cheek. He waits until your eyes meet his, wanting to make sure you understand what he’s saying.

“They're gonna patch him up, he'll do a few years for assault. But then he's gonna be out—free to do this again.”

He barely gets the last word out before there’s a visceral reaction from you, a choking sob where you grab Austin’s leather jacket and dig your fingers into it, “No,” You snap out, nearly pushing him away despite the fact that Austin only pulls you closer, “No, he can't do this again, Austin. Please.”

Austin rests his lips along your forehead, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he takes a steadying breath into his lungs. There’s only one thing to do then—because clearly, Rick is beyond reason or idle threats.

Not to mention that bullet wound in his side really complicates things.

“Butler’s your solution?” Rick spits from the other room, making you hold onto Austin tighter.

“I can't do this.” You whisper against Austin’s neck, breath hot along his skin, “Please.”

If Austin was going to approach this with a cool head, all of that goes out the window when Rick opens his mouth again. The combination of you shaking against him, the heat of your body pressed along his own, the way your hands are pulling at his clothes in an attempt to ground yourself—and then Rick’s fucking mouth, spouting disgusting language towards you that he can’t accept in a levelheaded manner.

“You pathetic whore—”

Austin takes two long strides, aiming the gun right at Rick’s head and fires.

The blowback spatters blood all over the wallpaper in the bedroom and there’s a soft curl of smoke leaving the gun, metal hot to the touch. He can hear you yelling over the slight ringing in his ears. Austin lets out a sharp breath—this is not the first time he’s murdered someone in cold blood and it certainly won’t be the last.

At least this time it actually feels like it’s been paired with a purpose.

Austin stares at the blood for a long moment, watching it roll down the ugly wallpaper before backing up slowly. He puts the gun on the dresser and turns to where you are standing in the hallway, wide eyed like a deer in headlights, hands over your mouth.

Austin gently tugs you away, forces your sight off it and takes you back into the living room.

Austin takes a shallow breath and hands you a short glass of scotch, which you take with trembling fingers. You tip it back into your mouth quickly and almost choke on the swallow, coughing, but Austin figures you might need to take it like that. He motions to hold the glass out and when you do, he fills it up again.

You sniffle, shaking your head as you run a hand over your face. Austin knows how you’re feeling without you even needing to say anything. While this might have been the only choice, the right choice, you didn’t want Rick to meet an end like this. You continue to be a better person than him—Austin thinks he got exactly what he deserved.

And he regrets none of his actions here tonight, especially if this means you are safe.

Austin runs a hand along his jawline—it’s still dark out, if he’s going to clean this up, he needs to get started.

You glance up at him, wide eyes somehow a shade darker than he’s ever seen them. Austin tries to offer you the smallest of smiles, something comforting, even though it feels a bit strange on his face.

“I’ll take care of this.” He assures you.

You scoff out a choked noise— “What does that mean?”

Austin shakes his head, not giving you a verbal answer. Honestly, it’s better if you don’t know, just in case, so you can claim some kind of ignorance with all this. You seem to catch on within that moment, making a soft noise of discontent as you cover your face with both of your hands. There are so many things that Austin wants to say, to be able to tell you, but he doesn’t know where to start.

This nightmare is over though—it may not seem like it, but it is.

Austin turns to walk out of the kitchen and check your garage for supplies when he feels fingers wrap around his wrist. He stops, looking down at your hand, following it up your arm until he looks at you again. Austin watches you stand, taking a soft breath in, grounding yourself in the touch of his skin and your proximity.

This can’t be easy for you; Austin knows this is why you ran away from Charming in the first place—so you wouldn’t have to wonder what kind of terrible shit he was getting himself into with the club and Austin finding a way to apologize for it. Though, this ironically has nothing to do with the motorcycle club.

He moves his thumb to brush over the inside of your wrist, his high school sweetheart, the girl he’s loved since he was sixteen, his soulmate regardless of tragedy that most likely follows.

“Thank you,” You whisper and step into Austin’s space, “I love you.”

Austin hums softly and nods, leaning his head down to press your foreheads together. “I know.” He teases lightly and despite everything that’s happened, he can feel the hint of a smile on your lips as you kiss.

A week passes, and then two, and eventually Austin feels like he can draw oxygen into his lungs without looking over his shoulder. At this point, he knows how dispose of a body—an unfortunate byproduct of the work he does. The goal is to make it look like Rick’s just left, disappeared, with the threat of violating his restraining order, he decided it was best to fuck off out of Charming and you for good.

That should be a story that’s easily passible, since no one from Charming P.D. or that aggravating ATF agent have kicked down any doors demanding questioning of any sort.

Austin’s limited exposure about the whole thing, just him and you know, that way there can be no blowback on the club. Even then, Austin’s the only one who has details about the murder weapon (and where it is) and what truly happened to Rick (as in, where his body is buried). And it’s going to stay like that.

The man is exactly where he belongs.

Austin pauses in front of a freezer in the grocery store looking down at a set of steaks. He knows that it’s not exactly your favorite thing to eat but…he’s feeling weirdly celebratory and he can cook it in a way that you will enjoy it. Lots of pepper, garlic, onions—grilling it outside (maybe at his house instead of your father’s place), beer, mashed potatoes. You both can turn that into a good night, maybe even get back on a track that makes sense.

As long as you both avoid any more capital murder, should be just fine.

“Huh, never pictured you as a fillet kind of guy.”

Austin’s eyes roll back into his head as he turns to see Greg Thornson hovering nearby. Spoke too soon.

He doesn’t see any other agents milling around to make a grand arrest, or sirens and SWAT cars pulling up outside the grocery store windows. So he supposes that’s a bonus. And yet—

“Shouldn’t have to pound meat out for it to be tender.” He says wryly, dropping two steaks into his basket. Austin moves out and around Greg, who doesn’t even appear to be shopping—what, did he just track him down for a not-so-friendly chat?

Austin’s assuming that this isn’t an interrogation but Greg very much seems like the kind of agent that tries to catch you off guard and unaware. He’s probing just by being in his space, nonchalantly following him around the store, pretending to look at things he has no intention in buying.

“Putting a nice dinner together for Y/N?” Greg asks curiously, picking up a can of lima beans.

Austin sighs evenly, slowly making his way towards the front of the store. The quicker he cashes out, the faster he can leave this disaster behind. He glances over his shoulder at the indifferent question,

“Yeah—I know this might be a foreign concept to you, goin’ on dates.” Austin says with a smile to his face but it’s anything but kind. Greg’s eyes dart to Austin’s, fire burning along his irises, and then Austin adds a cushion to the blow – “Cause you know, you’re married to your work and all.”

Greg hums but his smile is all pinched, “I’m surprised Y/N’s even staying put.”

Austin moves to set his basket down near the conveyor belt, unpacking his groceries so that the cashier can ring him out. He offers a small smile at the girl, despite his annoyance with the ATF agent behind him. He slips his wallet out of his back pocket, glancing at Greg as he comes up into his line of vision,

“She’s a runner. Isn’t that why Y/N found herself in Chicago in the first place? Wanted to get out—find things this little pissant town couldn’t offer? Bigger dreams than what you’ve got here, Butler. Smart, beautiful women like Y/N? They get bored. They want more.”

Austin swallows, his hand that’s out of Greg’s line of sight is clenching his fingers into a fist. He refuses to give away that Greg’s words are hitting a particularly raw nerve. You did run away—because that’s what you do. When something gets too hard or real or intense, you make a run for it, that last time landing you in Chicago. And yeah, you ended up with a medical degree to show for it, but you also trailed back to Charming with a psycho ex.

He watches the cashier scan in his items, the muscle in Austin’s working. Despite the fact that Y/N’s seemingly tied to this place for the foreseeable future, Greg unfortunately has a point. And that digs under his skin more than anything else.

Austin pays the cashier and picks up his grocery bag, “Why don’t you let me worry about Y/N, yeah?” He throws back at Greg, moving to leave the store. He then pauses, a sudden thought occurring to him as he turns to look back at the ATF agent.

Greg’s decided to buy a pack of chips near the checkout aisle, pulling out a few ones from his wallet.

“Hey,” Austin says, gaining Greg’s attention. The smile he gives him is slow and patient, somehow innocent on the edges like he’s about to talk about the weather. “You ever hear from Rick?”

It takes a moment for the question to settle on Greg’s face, the light somehow disappearing from his eyes, the silent conversation passing between the two men as Greg realizes Austin is asking this question for a very specific, deadly reason.

Austin licks his lips, shrugging his one shoulder, his gaze hardening, “Dangerous being a Fed.”

He slowly backs up, getting ready to turn out of the grocery store. He’s delivered more direct threats before but he is in public, and the look on Greg’s face still registers the same. Realization masking fear—makes it completely worth it. Austin clutches the grocery bag in his hand and puts his sunglasses on as he leaves the store to walk back to his truck.

They understand one another now.

Austin looks at you over his shoulder as he cooks dinner in the backyard of his home, in comfortable clothes that look a lot like jeans and a t-shirt, minus the leather cut. You’re leaning against the patio door, in a yellow sundress, watching Austin with a soft, fond expression, sipping on your beer.

Austin’s struck with the sudden thought that it could always be like this—warm, and safe, and comfortable, cooking dinner with beers and pretending his business doesn’t get him involved with unsavory people or situations.

Sometimes it feels like they can survive in that version of themselves, even though it’s all a lie.

You move into the yard and set your beer down, pressing into Austin’s side as he looks at the grill.

“You’re overcooking the steak.”

Austin crinkles his nose, peeking under the grill hood just a little, “No I’m not.” He opens it up all the way and while he doesn’t cook steak very often, they look perfectly fine. You use that opportunity to reach for the tongs and Austin playfully taps your wrist,

“I got it, they’re fine.”

“Oh you know how to handle meat, do you?” You tease, your hand resting on Austin’s waist instead.

Austin bites down on his lower lip as he grins, cupping your cheek to lean down and kiss you. “Class act, Y/N.” He pulls back after a moment, closing the grill lid after flipping the steaks once.

He moves to grab his own beer, taking a long sip. Despite everything you’ve been through, you seem to be doing okay. You don’t really bring up Rick at all and Austin doesn’t ask—maybe that’s a good thing, finally moving past that chapter in your life.

And even though Greg’s commentary in the grocery store rattled him a little bit, it does feel like you’re on solid ground now. That you’re not going anywhere—that they’re a team, no matter what might come their way.

Austin lets out a soft sigh, taking a step towards you. He rests his hand on your hip, angling you towards his body so he can look down at you. He waits until that gaze falls upon his own,

“No more running.”

You nod softly and press yourself on your toes to kiss the corner of Austin’s mouth, “No more running,” You agree. Austin leans down to press their foreheads together. “I’m here.”

And for better, or for worse, Austin believes you.

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Hi! Can you do an Austin Butler x gf!reader imagine where Austin is diagnosed with appendicitis and has to get surgery? So like let’s say it’s the day of Austin’s surgery and he’s really nervous but the reader is really supportive and is reassuring him while they’re driving to the hospital. When they get there, Austin and the reader kiss each other and everything before the doctors take Austin to pre-op. Once the surgery is done and Austin is now in his hospital room, the reader sits by his side and waits until he wakes up. Once he wakes up the reader tries to get him water and take care of him, but he’s high on drugs 😭 so he’s like all lovey dovey toward the reader and like very clingy so he just asks the reader to lay with him. A little after that, the nurse comes in to check on Austin and get him ready to go home (you usually go home the same day for appendicitis surgery) so the reader has to get up from the bed, but Austin gets all protective and doesn’t want the reader to leave his side. He doesn’t even let the nurse touch him, saying that the only girl that’s allowed to touch him is his girlfriend. The reader calms him down and lets him now that it’s okay and that the nurse has to get him ready so that they can go home. After finally agreeing to getting dressed, Austin is ready to go home. Once the nurse and reader help him in the car, they finally arrive home. Austin is pretty sore so the ready is obviously very attentive and loving with him, making sure he has everything he needs. Austin insists on laying down, so the reader helps him to the bed and they take a nap together.

You can add anything else if you’d like 😭

I apologize if there’s any typos!

Author’s Note:

Thank you for the request! I loved writing this sweet and fluffy story about Austin being nervous before surgery and clingy afterward. I hope it’s what you were looking for. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,837

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Operation: Love

Austin wasn’t one to complain about pain—he prided himself on being tough, brushing off bruises and scratches as if they were nothing. But when he doubled over in the kitchen, clutching his stomach and hissing through clenched teeth, you knew something was seriously wrong.

“Austin,” you said urgently, rushing to his side. “What’s wrong? Is it your stomach?”

He nodded, sweat beading on his forehead. “Yeah. Feels like… like a knife twisting or something.”

You didn’t hesitate, helping him to his feet and guiding him toward the car. “We’re going to the hospital. Now.”

He protested, of course. “It’s probably just something I ate—”

“Austin,” you cut him off, giving him a look that brooked no argument. “This isn’t up for discussion. Let’s go.”

By the time you got him to the emergency room, he was pale and trembling, the pain worsening with every passing minute. Watching him writhe on the hospital bed while waiting for the doctor was agonising. You stayed by his side, holding his hand, whispering soothing words, though it felt like little comfort.

When the doctor finally came in, her expression was serious but reassuring.

“It’s appendicitis,” she explained. “We’ll need to remove it before it ruptures. The good news is it’s a routine procedure, and you should be able to go home the same day.”

Austin swallowed hard, his free hand balling into a fist. “Surgery?”

“It’s the best option,” the doctor said gently. “You’ll feel a lot better once it’s out.”

You squeezed his hand, giving him a soft smile. “It’s going to be okay, babe. This is a quick surgery, and I’ll be right here the whole time.”

The surgery was scheduled for the next morning, giving you both the night to prepare. You spent the evening coaxing him into drinking clear fluids and distracting him with his favourite movies. But despite your best efforts, you could see the nervousness in his eyes, the way his leg jiggled whenever he thought you weren’t looking.

That night, as you lay in bed together, he finally let his guard down.

“I don’t know why I’m so freaked out,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s a simple surgery, but…”

“But it’s still surgery,” you finished for him, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s okay to be scared, Austin. It doesn’t make you weak.”

He turned his head to look at you, his blue eyes searching yours. “What if something goes wrong?”

“Nothing’s going to go wrong,” you said firmly, cupping his face. “You’re in good hands, and I’ll be there as soon as you wake up. You’re stuck with me, Butler.”

That earned you a faint smile, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thanks, baby.”

The next morning, you could feel the tension radiating off him as you got ready to leave for the hospital. He tried to put on a brave face, but the way he kept fidgeting gave him away.

In the car, his nerves were palpable. His leg bounced restlessly, and he kept rubbing his hands together.

“You okay?” you asked, glancing over at him.

“Yeah,” he muttered, but his tone was far from convincing.

You reached over and placed a hand on his knee, stilling his restless movements. “Austin, look at me.”

He turned to you, his expression vulnerable in a way you rarely saw.

“You’re going to be fine,” you said softly but firmly. “This is just a bump in the road, and by tonight, you’ll be back home, bossing me around like usual.”

That got a small chuckle out of him. “I don’t boss you around.”

“Sure you don’t,” you teased, giving his knee a squeeze. “But seriously, you’ve got this. And I’ll be right there waiting for you when you wake up. Always.”

The parking lot of the hospital loomed ahead all too soon, and as you pulled into a space, you noticed the way his hands gripped the edge of the seat, his knuckles white.

Once inside, you held his hand tightly as you checked him in and waited for the nurse to call his name. He kept glancing at you, like he needed reassurance you weren’t going anywhere.

Finally, a nurse approached, clipboard in hand. “Austin Butler?”

“That’s me,” he said, his voice a little shaky.

The nurse smiled warmly. “We’re ready to get you prepped for surgery.”

Austin’s grip on your hand tightened, and he turned to you, his eyes wide with nervousness.

“Hey,” you said softly, standing on your tiptoes to cup his face in your hands. “You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.

“I know,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But you’re stronger than you think. And when you wake up, I’ll be right here, making fun of your hospital gown.”

That earned you a shaky laugh, and he kissed you again, lingering for a moment like he didn’t want to let go.

“I love you,” he said, his voice steady this time.

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with emotion.

The nurse gave you a moment before gently leading him away. You watched until he disappeared around the corner, your chest tight with worry but your resolve stronger than ever.

“All yours,” you whispered to yourself, taking a deep breath and heading to the waiting room.

The waiting room was cold, sterile, and far too quiet. The hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional ding of the receptionist’s phone were the only sounds keeping you company. You’d been given updates—one nurse had reassured you that everything was proceeding smoothly—but the minutes dragged on like hours.

You tried distracting yourself, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, but nothing could hold your attention. Every time the door opened, your head snapped up, hoping it was a nurse with news.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a doctor in scrubs walked into the room, a small clipboard in hand.

“Miss?” he asked, glancing around.

You stood so fast your chair nearly toppled over. “Yes! Is he okay?”

The doctor gave a kind smile, his voice steady and calm. “The surgery went perfectly. We were able to remove the appendix before it ruptured, and he’s in recovery now. He’ll be groggy for a little while as the anaesthesia wears off, but you can see him shortly.”

Relief hit you like a tidal wave, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

The doctor nodded and gestured for you to follow a nurse down the hall. Each step felt lighter than the last, the knot of worry in your chest slowly loosening.

When you entered the recovery room, Austin was propped up in the hospital bed, his head lolled slightly to one side. His eyes were closed, and his usually perfect hair was a mess, sticking up at odd angles. The sight made your heart ache with affection.

You moved quietly to his side, pulling a chair closer to the bed and sitting down. Gently, you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. His skin was warm, his grip surprisingly strong despite how out of it he looked.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you said softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

Austin’s eyes fluttered open, and he blinked a few times before focusing on you. A lazy, lopsided smile spread across his face.

“Baby?” His voice was rough, thick with grogginess.

“I’m here,” you murmured, leaning closer so he could see you clearly.

“Hi,” he said, his tone slow and dreamy, like he was discovering you for the first time. “You’re so pretty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, warmth spreading through your chest. “Thanks, handsome. How are you feeling?”

“Great,” he said with a sigh, his head lolling back against the pillow. “Everything’s so… floaty. And you’re here. Perfect.”

His free hand reached up, clumsily brushing against your cheek. “I love you. Did I say that already? I love you so much. You’re, like… my favourite person. Ever.”

“You might’ve mentioned it,” you said with a soft laugh, though your cheeks were starting to burn.

“Good,” he said firmly—or at least as firmly as someone still high on anaesthesia could manage. “’Cause it’s true. Don’t want you to forget.”

His words were slurred but so heartfelt that they made your chest tighten. You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I won’t forget. Promise.”

Austin made a contented sound, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they snapped open again. “Wait. Where’re you going?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him, squeezing his hand.

“Good. Can’t go. Need you. You’re the best nurse ever. Prettiest, too,” he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

You laughed again, resting your chin on the edge of the bed. “You’re a handful, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me,” he said, grinning like a smug toddler. “And I love you. So much. Like… infinity.”

Before you could respond, he tugged at your arm, trying to pull you closer. “C’mere. Lay with me.”

“Austin, you’re in a hospital bed,” you said gently, though you didn’t move away.

“Don’t care. Wanna cuddle,” he insisted, his voice taking on a petulant edge.

You glanced around the room, checking to see if a nurse was nearby, then carefully climbed onto the narrow bed, resting beside him. His arm immediately wrapped around you, pulling you close as he let out a satisfied sigh.

“See? Perfect,” he murmured, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Best nap ever.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your fingers gently brushing through his messy hair. “You’re impossible.”

“Perfectly possible,” he countered sleepily, a proud grin tugging at his lips.

You stayed like that for a while, the steady sound of his breathing lulling you into a state of calm. He mumbled occasionally, little declarations of love and nonsensical compliments—“Your hair smells like sunshine” and “I’d fight a dragon for you”—that made you laugh quietly to yourself.

The peaceful moment was interrupted by the soft knock of the nurse entering the room. You shifted to sit up, but Austin’s arm tightened around you like a vice.

“No,” he mumbled stubbornly, burying his face into your shoulder. “Stay.”

You laughed softly and stroked his hair. “Austin, I’m not going anywhere. The nurse just needs to check on you.”

The nurse, a woman in her late forties with a kind smile, approached the bedside with her clipboard. “Good afternoon, Mr Butler. How are you feeling?”

Austin peeked out from his spot against your shoulder, his gaze narrowing suspiciously. “She’s the only one allowed to touch me,” he declared, his voice slurred but resolute as he pointed at you.

The nurse blinked in surprise before her lips quirked into an amused smile. “I promise, I’ll be gentle. Just need to check your vitals so we can get you ready to go home.”

Austin shook his head, his grip on you tightening. “Nope. Not happening.”

“Austin,” you said gently, pulling back just enough to look at him. “It’s okay. She’s just doing her job, and the sooner she’s done, the sooner we can leave.”

“But…” His lips turned down into a pout, his big blue eyes pleading with you. “I don’t like her touching me.”

The nurse chuckled softly, clearly used to patients in post-op haze. “I promise, it’ll be quick, and I’ll only touch what I absolutely have to.”

You cupped Austin’s face, tilting it so he’d focus on you. “Babe, you trust me, right?”

“Always,” he said immediately, his expression softening.

“Then trust me when I say it’s okay. She’s helping us get out of here, and I’ll be right here the whole time,” you reassured him.

Austin huffed dramatically, but he reluctantly loosened his hold on you. “Fine. But only ’cause you said so.”

The nurse gave you an approving smile as she got to work, checking his vitals and giving him instructions for post-surgery care. Austin endured it all with the patience of a grumpy cat, his eyes darting to you every few seconds as if to ensure you hadn’t left.

When it came time for him to get dressed, his stubborn streak reappeared.

“Can’t I just stay like this?” he asked, gesturing to his hospital gown.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You want to walk out of here in a backless gown?”

He grumbled but finally allowed you and the nurse to help him into his sweatpants and hoodie. Once he was dressed, the nurse left to grab the discharge paperwork.

“I don’t like her,” Austin muttered as you helped him sit back down on the bed.

You laughed, shaking your head. “She’s just doing her job. Be nice.”

“She’s not you,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

After signing the paperwork, you helped Austin into the car, his movements slow and stiff. He winced as he lowered himself into the passenger seat, and you quickly adjusted the seatbelt for him.

“Comfortable?” you asked, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

“Would be better if I was in bed,” he grumbled, though he leaned into your touch.

“We’re almost there,” you said with a smile, closing the door and walking around to the driver’s side.

By the time you pulled into the driveway, Austin was clearly feeling the effects of the surgery and the long day. His movements were sluggish, and he winced as he tried to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“Wait, let me help,” you said quickly, reaching over to unclip the buckle and gently ease it off him.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You came around to his side of the car and helped him out, one arm looped securely around his waist. He leaned heavily on you, his usual graceful movements replaced by slow, careful steps.

“How’s the pain?” you asked as you guided him toward the door.

“Not great,” he admitted with a grimace. “It’s like someone punched me in the stomach and then sat on me for good measure.”

You gave him a sympathetic smile, unlocking the door and helping him inside. “Alright, let’s get you to bed so you can rest. I’ll grab anything you need.”

“No arguments here,” he muttered, sinking onto the couch as soon as you were inside.

You crouched in front of him, your hands resting gently on his knees. “You okay to walk to the bedroom, or do you want to sit here for a bit?”

“I can make it,” he said, though he sounded doubtful.

“Come on,” you said softly, standing and offering him your hand. “I’ve got you.”

He leaned on you as you walked to the bedroom, his arm slung over your shoulders for support. You moved slowly, matching his pace, until he finally eased himself onto the bed with a groan of relief.

“Better?” you asked, adjusting the pillows behind him and pulling the blankets up over his legs.

“Getting there,” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again. He gave you a sleepy smile. “You’re the best. Can I keep you forever?”

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I think you’ve already got me, Butler.”

“Good,” he murmured, his eyelids drooping. “Don’t ever leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Now, do you need anything? Water, pain meds, a snack?”

“Just you,” he said softly, reaching for your hand, his grip surprisingly strong despite his grogginess. “Lay with me?”

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at the time. “I should get you some water and check your meds first—”

“Please?” he whispered, his voice so soft and vulnerable that it tugged at your heart.

“Alright,” you relented, kicking off your shoes and slipping under the covers beside him. “But if you need anything, you have to let me know, okay?”

“Deal,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around your waist as you settled in next to him.

You carefully rested your head on his shoulder, mindful of his soreness, and let your hand rest on his chest. He exhaled deeply, his entire body relaxing against yours.

“This is nice,” he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion. “Feels like everything’s better when you’re here.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw. “I’m not going anywhere, babe. Just close your eyes and rest.”

Within minutes, his breathing slowed, and you felt the tension melt from his body. You stayed awake a little longer, watching him sleep, your fingers brushing lightly through his hair.

Finally, you let yourself relax, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you into a peaceful sleep beside him. Whatever the day had thrown at you both, this was all that mattered—being here for each other, no matter what.

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