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[toasterpancakes]

Go get em’ tiger

Austin Butler Fanfiction

Austin Butler x you | Drabble

Summary: A snippet of domestic life with Austin before the Golden Globes.

“Come in,” you call out absently, your fingers giving no pause as they continue to fly across the keyboard in front of you. You’ve become so accustomed to the occasion knocks to the door of the room you call your home office that have peppered the last few hours of the day. It had started with Austin’s personal assistant coming in to ask if you had seen the spare keys to one of his cars, and followed with his publicist (“Do you want a coffee? We are ordering in”), a stylist (“I’m so sorry to ask you this but did you have any extra safety pins by any chance?”) and ending with his personal assistant again (“We’re grabbing dinner for everyone, do you want something?”) coming in to ask various questions.

You finish up the sentence you are currently working on as you hear the door creak open before it shuts with a soft click. You expect to hear a question thrown your direction, but the silence has you puzzled. You toggle your mouse to hit the save button - a habit which you’ve formed years ago after having lost a document too many after being bested by technology failing on you, and crane your neck to peer over one of the two screens which you have in front of you. A pair of blue eyes meet your gaze, and you find your lips splitting into a smile.

“Am I disturbing?” His voice cuts through the space between you. Austin doesn’t move from where he is leaning back casually against the door. You drop back down into your chair, legs shuffling slightly, wheeling the office chair slightly to your right so you have an unobstructed view of him.

“Most definitely,” you say without so much as a pause, and you see Austin’s lips quirk upwards into a half smirk.

“I see,” Austin hums patronisingly in response, playing along, as he pushes himself up, legs striding across the floor of your office with an easy gait, easily reducing the space between you. He perches himself in front of you, on the edge of your office desk, “well I’m sorry to be interrupting such important business.”

“Very important business,” you say with a nod which you follow with a tilt of head towards the computer screen.

“Nothing less,” Austin says as he eyes you from his perch, arms crossed loosely across his chest. You content yourself with letting your gaze drift from his face down the rest of his body taking note of his styled hair, face with barely there make up for the red carpet to cover blemishes. He still has on a loose flannel, the top three buttons undone, and dark sweat pants. Austin’s gaze follows your hand as you reach out to tug the end of his shirt lightly.

“Don’t you have to change soon?” You ask only for him to shrug.

“Yeah, probably,” he says unfazed as he reaches out to envelop your hand with his. Austin’s palm is warm, and slightly calloused. You follow the tugging motion coming from his palm and limber to a stand. Austin manages to manoeuvre you into the space between his legs. Your place your palms flat on his thighs as he weaves his arms in the gap between your arms and body, pulling you as close to him as the position would allow.

“Are you very sure you don’t want to come?” He asks, his fingertips finding themselves wandering beneath the back of your top to meet the skin of your lower back. He moves to lean his forehead against yours only for you to retract your head. It makes Austin frown, a brown lifting slightly in question.

“They’ll kill me if I mess up their work,” you say opting instead to bring a hand up to the nape of his neck, your thumb rubbing the space below his ear in a circular motion. Austin lets out an audible sigh, but he doesn’t say anything - because he knows better than to grumble. Austin knew the value of hard work and wasn’t one to mess up work that someone else had put themselves into. He settles instead for letting the weight of his neck sag into the palm of your hand while letting his eyes flutter shut.

“I wish you were coming with me,” he says, eyes still shut.

“Well you know, important business and all,” you joke. Truth to be told it wasn’t work which was keeping you from going as his plus one to the Golden Globes, but more because, as you had told him, this was all Austin, his time to shine - and you didn’t want to take away from it by having the media and audience overshadow him and his work with less savoury headlines.

You could see it now, an article titled “Austin Butler and girlfriend sighted at the Golden Globes - trouble in paradise?” - with a long, entirely false and made-up story about how you both were on the rocks all because you walked two steps behind him on the red carpet. You both were out as a couple, but liked your privacy and kept your relationship out of the public eye as much as possible; yet it only made the media vultures worse, spinning every little glance they could get into a sensational, elaborate rumour.

Austin sighs as he opens his eyes. He lifts the weight of his neck off from your hand, taking your palm in his, he skims the back of your knuckles with his lips - a move that wouldn’t mess up his hair or make up - before dropping both your hands in between your bodies.

“I’ll be home after.”

“You should go for the after-party,” you tell him as he rubs his thumb along the back of your hand, “you’ll have lots to celebrate.”

Your words make him huff out while shaking his head in true Austin fashion - always doubting himself, slow to believe he was as good as they said.

“I rather celebrate with you,” he says an undercurrent of doubt running through his voice, clearly not believing that there would be anything to celebrate.

“I’ll be here when you get back,” you promise to the blue eyes staring back at you, “with peanut butter and jelly,” you continue and you see the twinkle that lights up in his eyes. Peanut butter and jelly - unusual, you would think if you looked at Austin, but it was a comfort food of sorts, something that you knew reminded him of his Mom.

He opens his mouth to say something when a rap of knuckles against the door of your home office interrupts. Austin does groan outwardly this time, because work was work but he hated when work took him away from you.

“Yeah,” he calls out, knowing that they’re looking for him. The door creaks open and his publicist sticks her head in.

“They need you for outfit now,” she says, darting a glance at you both. Austin had his head turned so his side profile faces her, while also effectively shielding you from her view, as if he were trying to keep distinct his work and private life.

“I’ll be out in three,” he calls and she nods, stepping and shutting the door behind her.

“Go,” you say, offering him a smile.

“Say bye before I leave?” He asks, an almost child-like quality to the deep, raspy voice.

You nod in agreement and Austin brings the back of your hand up to his lips again. He keeps his gaze connected with yours as he presses a kiss into your knuckles.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” you say with a wink as he slides off the table.

“Yes m’am,” he offers you a lopsided grin, as he goes hands in pockets towards the door towards his first golden globe.

[youaintnothinbuta]

“I’ve got her, you relax.” — Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: daddy Elvis comes home from tour finally, and you’ve been extra tired lately having to take care of a sick toddler. He goes straight into dad mode when he gets home and gives you a chance to relax and he’s just the best dad ever to your daughter n I love domestic elvis <3

Pairing: Elvis or Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 678

Warnings: fluff!! Domestic!Elvis n daddy!elvis 😋 probs typos SORRY

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Finally the day had come where Elvis was coming home for a break from touring. You were originally going to meet him at the airport with the others, but your daughter had been under the weather, and sick toddlers and overstimulating environments don’t mix well. Instead, you waited at Graceland for him to return, your daughter resting on your lap.

As soon as she heard the lock of the front door click, she lept out of your lap, running over to Elvis, her arms outstretched towards him, cheering, “daddy, daddy!”

Elvis’ face lit up with a radiant smile as he scooped her up, spinning her around in the air before cuddling her to his chest, peppering her face with kisses. You watched with a smile, waiting for your turn. “My little girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection as he planted another kiss on her cheek. “My other little girl. I’ve missed you,” he continued, turning to you and enveloping you in a warm embrace, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss.

As he lifted your daughter onto his shoulders, her giggles filling the air, you felt relief wash over you, “I've missed you too, E,” you replied, your voice filled with warmth.

“How is she?” He asked, his concern evident in his voice, reaching up to tickle your daughter’s tummy, who was perched happily on his shoulders.

You let out a tired sigh, the weight of the past few days evident in your voice, “Getting there.”

“Tell you what, I’ve got her, you relax this afternoon, tonight it’ll be just me and you,” he suggested, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. Your heart raced a little at his suggestion, “I’d love that.”

You made your way to the bathroom, the promise of a warm bath beckoning you, Elvis followed closely behind, your daughter still perched happily on his shoulders. Together, you ascended the staircase, the sound of y/d/n’s laughter filling the air as Elvis carried her up to her bedroom to retrieve a coat.

“And mama,” Elvis said, his voice filled with determination as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him, “don't you even think about cooking, or cleaning, or tidying, or nothing, okay? I got it.”

You couldn't help but smile at his insistence, a wave of gratitude washing over you at his thoughtfulness. “Alright, daddy,” you replied playfully, backing up against him and teasing him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You wandered away into the your bedroom, Elvis shot you a knowing smirk, shaking his head in amusement as he watched you go, saying you’re going to get it tonight.

“Alright, monkey,” Elvis said, turning his attention back to your daughter, who was now perched on her bed, her eyes shining with excitement. “Let's get a jacket and go play outside.”

Bending down, he gently lifted her off the bed, setting her down on her feet. Opening up her wardrobe, he sifted through the clothes until he found a warm coat, zipping it up around her little body snugly to protect her from the chilly November air.

Once she was properly bundled up, Elvis took her hand in his, a smile lighting up his face as he led her out of the room and down the stairs. Outside, the world was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the crisp air tinged with winter on the horizon. The bathtub in yours and Elvis’ ensuite was positioned perfectly next to a window, allowing you to watch on as he and y/d/n headed out into the backyard, their laughter echoing through the air.

The pair ran around playing together, first in her cubby house, then playing chasey, before she got bored of that too. You leant against the bathtub ledge, smiling at your little family.

“Baby, come here, look,” Elvis pulled her into his lap, “see, look, wave to mama, do you see her?” He cooed, pointing to you in the window for her as she waved both hands around at you, making you laugh.

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée: The spice looks so good when you watch Hot Ones.

Austin: I’ve got all the hot sauces at home we can make them.

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[anavilante]

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[charmingballoon]

😫😫 the cuteness overload !!!

Daddy!Benny Cross x Momma!Reader

Your and Benny’s little girl gets injured playing on a bike and must go to the hospital. Benny doesn’t handle it well.

Warnings/Notes: mention of broken bones, cursing, angry but sweet dad Benny, protectiveness, typos, and I think that’s it.

Part of the Come Back Knockin’ universe. Takes place after Come Back Together and Together and More, but you don't have to read these beforehand to understand this fic.

Words: 1250

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Benny’s going to lose his damn mind—that’s all you can think as you stand beside Wahoo in the hospital lobby, the both of you keeping sharp eyes out the wall-length windows to spot your husband. Facing him will be no easy feat and you need all the time you can get to prepare yourselves before he stomps through those doors. 

“Wahoo, I don't know about this. You really better go back to the meeting,” you encourage him, as you’ve done at least ten times in the last fifteen minutes. 

“Nah, I gotta stay and apologize to ‘im,” he replies. “But you shouldn’t have to wait here with me. You should go be with your girl.”

Your eyes scan the visible area from the benches in the flowered courtyard to the emergency sign attached to the building’s exterior brick before darting to the looped driveway reserved for ambulances. He’s nowhere in sight. But he will be soon enough. You called him—you peek at your watch—exactly twelve minutes and forty-three seconds ago. The shop is nineteen minutes away from the hospital and there’s no way he’s not speeding. 

“If I go, who is going to stop Benny from killing you?” you say, your heart hammering in your chest. 

You love your husband, but the man has a temper that can flare as easily as a swift strike of a match. He has started many short-lived fights, always requiring some patching up before the excitement finally settles down, but if Benny is given time to simmer, he can explode with an unrivaled rage.

Wahoo chuckles awkwardly, turning his head to look at you. 

“You got a point there, sweetheart,” he says. Then he goes silent amongst the background chattering of anxious families and ringing phone lines at the front desk.

You glance his way just in time to see the harsh bob of his Adam’s apple. 

“I won’t let him,” you promise. “You know…kill you.”

“Not sure you’re gonna be able to stop ‘im. You and the kid are the most important things in his world, and one of yous got hurt on my watch.”

A wince pinches your face at the memory and you’re so busy worrying about how the events of the next few minutes are going to unfold that you miss Benny’s entrance entirely. 

“What the fuck!” Benny shouts. It echoes throughout the room, making every head swivel, every conversation cease. 

As he storms closer, you step between him and Wahoo, your hands planting firmly on his chest. Murder is in his glare and though he could easily barrel through the barrier in his path, that would involve shoving you aside, and regardless of the circumstances, he would never do that.

Benny’s arm raises over your shoulder, finger pointed like a dagger toward his friend—well, enemy, at the moment. “What the hell you doin’ lettin’ my four-year-old on your fuckin’ bike!”

He tries to side-step you but you’re watching his feet, catching his movements before he can finish making them. 

“I’m real sorry, Benny,” Wahoo says meekly.

“Sorry? You’re sorry!” His tone is darker, fists clenching, anger overflowing and spilling onto the tiled floor. Without glancing at you, in a much softer—but still threatening—voice, he says, “Baby, move.”

You look up at him. Your hands slide from his chest to cup his cheeks in a failed effort to trap his attention. “Benny, it was an accident, ok? Alright? She was just playing pretend like she does with you and she wiggled out of his grasp and landed wrong,” you tell him. 

“I don't fuckin’ care if it was an accident.”

He’s so revved up, so locked in on his target, that your stomach twists for Wahoo. He’s been such a kind man and he’s so good with your daughter that he’s told you once or twice he wishes he could have one of his own someday.

When Lucy fell, it took all of two seconds for his visibly consuming guilt to settle in. He’d immediately picked her up, buckled her into your car, and followed you straight to the hospital where he has stressed over her injured state from the moment of arrival. He doesn’t deserve the abuse from Benny as if he was negligent. Benny, a man who regularly demonstrates little of his own self-preservation skills, but happens to go feral when his child so much as skins her knee. 

“Move.”

“Benny, please,” you say. “Honey, look at me.”

If you can get his eyes on you then he’ll be stuck to you like glue. He’ll calm down. The huffing and puffing of his chest will slow. 

And to your relief, when you stand up on your toes to invade his line of sight that is exactly what happens. The vengeance drains out of his face, replaced by a gentleness that only ever reveals itself to you and your shared child. 

“She’s fine,” you say. “She cried until the doctor gave her a sucker and now I’m not sure she even cares about her arm.”

Benny’s mouth dips into a frown. His brow pinches, then his teeth bite down hard on his bottom lip. “She got hurt,” he says, and your heart breaks for him.

You sigh. “I know.”

“I wasn’t there.”

“You wouldn’t have been able to stop it even if you were. It happened in a split-second,” you tell him. “You’re here now; that’s what matters. And wouldn’t you rather see her than argue?”

Benny’s exhale is a sharp release of air that subdues the remnants of his temper. “Where is she?”

You point to the double doors off to the side of the lobby. “Through there,” you say.

Benny swallows, nods, and takes your hand. But when he looks up, the glare resurfaces. “You're not gettin’ off,” he tells Wahoo. “I’ll deal with you later.”

As Benny pulls you along in the direction of your daughter, you quickly whisper to your friend, “I'll take care of it, but you ought to go.”

Wahoo’s smile is weak, never reaching his eyes, and his hands slip into his jeans pockets before he turns on his heel for the exit.

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“Daddy!”

Lucy hops up from the floor where a few toys are scattered about from playing with the nurse in your absence. 

Benny plasters on a smile that barely conceals his agitation as he scoops her up in his arms. “You doin’ alright, nugget?”

“Mhmm,” Lucy hums, chipper as ever. “I finished my sucker. It tasted like grape.” She lifts her arm and Benny’s head jerks back to avoid a collision with his nose. “You like my cast?” 

You watch Benny struggle to come up with a positive reply, considering that within said cast is his little baby’s broken arm. “Y-Yea, Lu. It’s…It’s real great.”

“It’s blue!”

“I see that.”

The nurse chuckles as she rises from the floor and dusts invisible specks of dirt from her pristinely white uniform. “You’ve got yourself a lovely little girl,” she praises, tilting her head affectionately as he takes in the image of Lucy tucking her head into the crook of Benny’s neck. “The doctor says we’ll need to see you back here in six weeks.”

“Thank you.”   

She starts toward the door but pauses as she passes your daughter. “Goodbye, miss Lucy,” she says, her smile wide. 

“Bye, miss nurse!” With her good hand, Lucy gives an animated wave that the nurse returns as she closes the door behind her. 

Benny releases the sigh you’re pretty sure he’s been holding in since you called him. He cups the side of Lucy's head as if he could cradle her closer than she already is.

“You're not gonna be sittin’ up on any bikes for a real long while,” he says.

Lucy’s head shoots up, eyes widening in panic. “Nooo!” she whines. “You can't stop me!” 

“You wanna bet?”

“Yes!” she snaps back. “I…I'll do it when you aren't lookin'!”

Benny scoffs. "I'm not lettin' you out of my sight."

"I'll be real sneaky!"

The air of rebelliousness is all too familiar and it makes you snicker. Because despite the exhaustion of the day, despite the tears and the shouting and the drama that you hope will not reemerge later, all you can think as the bantering unfolds before you is that that little girl is definitely Benny Cross’s daughter.

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"Mr. Coleman said that..."

◇ Pairing: stepdad!Austin Butler X stepdaughter!Reader

◇ Warnings: kind of dark, SMUT, sessions, therapy (invented by me, dunno if it exists), pervy, stepdad x stepdaughter dynamic.

◇ Summary: Austin gets bit lost in the feelings that the "bond" therapy gifted him.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. It took me so long, thanks for the kind anon that reminded me what Austin fic I wanted to publish. I think it's the very first Austin fic that I wrote... 🫣. For other fics like this.

A small click and the front door of his attic was open, allowing him to enter and finally drop down the bag he carried all day around... plus the new script.

Austin had been out all day and he honestly felt all those hours on his shoulders other than his mood. He really was tired but happy, since he was about to see his little princess.

As his feet lead him to the open kitchen he could already hear her soft humming, which informed him that she was busy entertain herself with something

"Hi stepdaddy, how was your day?" Her sweet voice beamed after his footsteps popped her little bubble of calm. She didn't look upset or annoyed when seeing him... which was a good thing since they had some issues when her mom left them both.

Issues that with a bit of father and daughter therapy should had quickly disappear... or so the man, who was following the process, had told them the first meeting.

"Bit tiring but... it was good. How about yours? What did you do while I was out?" Austin's low raspy voice asked as his hand removed carefully his AirPods before his coat so that he could focus his attention on her completely.

She was still in her cute pajamas, a silly one that she had begged him to buy her as soon as she finished watching one of the latest movies of his... 'Elvis' 2022. Reason because her pants were of a baby pink filled with pictures of the king, matched by a baggy shirt with the quote 'Keep Calm and Love Elvis Presley'.

"Bit boring, studied a bit... and nothing much, I cleaned the house though" Y/n informed him after taking a big sip of her tea, humming softly when the older man's arms wrapped around her torso.. hugging her close to himself.

"So sweet of you" he murmured in her ear, tickling her with his short beard as his face snuggled in the crock of her neck more so to make her chuckle before pressing his lips against hers for a quick 'hello' kiss.

His head now resting on top of hers calmly.

"Also!.. I need your help" Y/n hummed out, putting down her cup as her heart beat faster in her chest.. butterflies forming in her stomach at her stepdad's cuddles.

She could already feel his chest vibrating softly as he replied with his voice which became even more lower that it used to be due to the time and work.

"With what, kid?" His big hand ruffled her hair playfully while his body moved to rest against the table of the kitchen so that his beautiful eyes could stare at her as she talked.

She really was so cute like that, her hair bit messy because of him and the glasses she put on just when she used her laptop so to protect them. It seemed quite domestic... bit too domestic since his body started to react a bit, aroused by the innocent scenario.

And the cute mad face she made every time he would tease or annoy her, was so cute but also such a strong turn on for him... expecially those pouty pretty lips, now covered by a watermelon lip gloss.

"Do you remember what Mr. Coleman suggested?" Y/n asked casually, glancing at him with the face he grow to know as 'the testing face'; a serious but funny expression that she always used when she wanted to see if he remembered something or if he forgot about it.

"Of what, sweetheart?" Austin replied with her same tone as he put down the script, pouring himself a glass of water before sitting on the counter to look in her direction. She was giving him her back but he could already see the pouty face accompanied by a small snort of disappointment since he didn't remember.

"The bonding exercises, Baba!" She whined out, looking at him while scoffing softly at his amused expression. He really knew her too well.

"Of course I remember, baby" Austin lied as he placed his glass on the surface so he wouldn't look her in the eyes without distractions

"He said at least once a week, two is better though..." she repeated what their therapist said to them some weeks ago, her eyes looking at him lazily bit tired of her lonesome day. Even too tired to notice his stare taking her whole in shamefully.

"You know that I'm always free to spend some quality time with you, baby" he rasped out before clearing his throat and finish his water, his body warming up at the mere view of her cute behaviour.

"That's a lie but anyway... Let's start it, hm" the young woman murmured, pecking back as soon as he leaned down to steal a bit of love while picking her up easily and move them on the sofa in the living room where there was more space.

"What were the exercises again?" Austin asked, his hands rubbing soft circles on her hips while his eyes pierced intensely in hers the whole time she explained to him "The 5 senses exercises to feel more connected. Touch.. with the yoga, hearing.. by listening and talking, taste.. by eating together, and.. view.. the stare".

Those were all topics they had to go through in their therapist's opinion.. a way to bond with each other better and share some quality moments as father... even though he wasn't her real dad, and daughter.

"I remember perfectly now... and what was the last one?" He asked while playing with a lock of her hair, smiling slightly when her index finger pressed against his nose while talking "It's the smell... we have to take in our scent... and that should be all. So!... where do we start?" The young woman beamed, getting up from his lap.

The older man really enjoyed seeing her so full of energy and joy, it was addicting.

"Okay, little one, let's start. You can choose with which one we begin".

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Her choose was quickly and he found himself warming slightly up to start the first step. The Touch.. aka Yoga exercises.

Simple but helpful positions they had to do together to feel the struggles and the moving of their bodies.

"Need to change! Mr. Coleman said that we have to be as bare as possible for this one." The young woman reminded the older man from the other room, busy changing into something to start the exercise and have yoga behind so they could relax.

He said that?, Austin questioned in his mind and raised his eyebrows... he really didn't listen so much when that man spoke with them. He clearly needed to stay more focused in the next sessions.

"You need to change as well!" Her sweet voice urged him as she was now standing in front of him in the set of underwear he gifted her that Christmas. Matching bra and panties which colors were identical to her favourite bun that she had used to tie her hair up.

"Sweet baby Jesus above, you are stunning" he commented, holding himself from just cursing in front of her since he scolded her more than once when some bad words left her pretty mouth. It had became a game of theirs just saying some silly things instead of vulgar language.

"It's the set you gave me!" She informed him with a smile, her hands busy fixing her hair happy and warm to start

"I know, little one" the actor murmured while still staring, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

His body was reacting bit too much for his liking and he started to sweat a bit so he decided to get quickly ready and just move his hands to pull off his shirt and threw it away, exposing his built body to the air so that they could begin with the yoga.

Y/n was the first to lead and help, her smaller frame kept doing her best to keep up and help Austin while ending up most of the time just clinging on him like a koala or bouncing to reach his hands.. way too high for her reach.

It was funny, adorable and relaxing... till the sensations changed when he was the one leading the exercise.

"Baba! You have to follow my body" Y/n explained in a whiny playful voice as her young body bent down in front of him, her ass brushing against his crotch and then pressing lovingly when he moved on her, hugging her hips with his strong arms.

Fucking hot, he thought now that his cock overpowered his brain.

His breath became bit heavier while his hands massaged her flesh, he could have stayed like that all day... with his boner pressed between her firm and round ass cheeks still barely covered by those damn panties.

"Ready for the rhythm? Remember sync to let our bodies connect" she parrot what Mr. Coleman told them, making Austin curse internally since he had forgot about the movements... not that he minded though, since his worries disappeared as soon as her ass hit his half-hard dick.

His hips started to follow, taking the lead unconsciously, grinding his clothed cock against her soft flesh shamelessly.

"You got your phone in your pocket, Baba?" Y/n asked after a while, glancing behind to check on him, yelping softly when he moves her head easily by her chin. Making her look back ahead.

"Mhhm... focus, little one. Sync, remember?" Austin rasped out as his hips increased their rhythm, making her loose the balance she had and end up flat against the floor with him on top.

Her heart was beating fast and she couldn't deny that her panties were getting wet by his movements... she wasn't sure it was part of the exercises but who was her to correct her stepdad.

"You're doing so good, baby. So good" his low voice praised, making her maintain the rhythm and match his when his hips increased the tempo as his big hand, which was on her tummy, helped her continue it.

It was starting to get tired, her breath becoming breathless as she heard him grunting next to her ear.

"Austin, I'm not sure this is part of Mr. Coleman's exercises—" Y/n weakly spoke, letting a broken whine escape her mouth when his little finger pressed roughly against her clothed clit

"It's all part of Mr. Coleman's exercises to bond, baby. And call me like he said you should.. don't you want to make the sessions pay off?" Austin murmured huskily, inhaling deeply while lowering quickly his sweatpants and press his bare, rock-hard angry cock against her ass again, pulling the fabric of her panties so that it was stuck between her ass cheeks like his lenght.

"I said call me like Mr. Coleman said, little one" his tone became more stern as his hand spanked her soft flesh making her jolt

"Sorry, daddy! Sorry" she whined out, moving her ass up so to allow him to continue without interruptions... just like a good girl.

It was twisted but felt so good, so... damn good, with the soft skin of his cock caressing her inner thighs as he made sure to keep them closed so that he could fuck them. Hitting her clit with each thrust.

Her stepdad was dry humping her and she was loving it as much as he was... and she could tell that he was enjoying himself pretty much due to all the noises and praises that escaped his lips.

"Such a good girl! Fuck— fuck, fuck. Little one!" His horsed voice growled in her ear as his body shook against hers before something started to wet her thighs and panties. The young woman didn't had time to check before her own orgasm hit her whole and her back arched, a soft curse, which earned her a harsh spank, escaped her innocent sweet mouth.

"Language, baby... now how about we move to the food now, hm?" Austin suggested while massaging her warm flesh, moving his softening cock away from her shaking thighs.

[austinbutlerslovers]

Major Gale Fantasy

(He Racks You Down and Knocks You Up)

The poll on this was so close! 172 votes

The winner 53.5 Sweet and Gentle 💖

VS. 46.5 Hard and Commanding ❤️‍🔥

Thank you for all the votes enjoy!

Major Gale (Austin) is obsessed with the thought of getting you pregnant before he leaves to war. After envisioning you pregnant with his child he goes through great lengths to ensure you conceive.

Label 18+ mature

Established relationship married

Domestic fluff then straight to breeding kink

Smut• fluff • domestic •edging • mutual stimulation •in heat •breeding kink •p in v •mating press •multiple orgasms • cream pie • aftercare

I have no idea what they did in the 40s or how they really speak 😊 just go with it it’s cute

Inspiration: Austin butler looking so seductive in that uniform

(Historically Inaccurate spelling errors, grammatical mistakes, repeat words etc)

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He Racks You Down & Knocks You Up

You were putting the finishing touches on your dish a beautiful roast chicken with vegetables. The cherry pie was warming in the oven Gale would be home any minute. You briskly walk to the wash room and click on the lights. Your makeup kit readily available near the wash basin. You reach in and pull out your favorite rouge lip stick marking up your lips and dabbing some on your cheeks.

You coif up your hair staring at yourself in the mirror and run a hand down your dress blowing a kiss like a pin up girl, you look ravishing.

Even more risqué was the idea to wear a fastener corset under your form fitting dress tonight putting your décolleté on full display.

Your legs were caged by thigh straps holding up your stockings and satin panties covering your derrière rubbing deliciously against your heat.

Gale said to get yourself a treat, and now it’s a treat for him too. He would be deploying after all and you wanted to give him an experience he would never forget to write home about.

At that thought you hear his key in the front door and hurry back into the living room to greet him. He turns the knob and steps in slipping the key into his pocket as his tall frame ducks into the door way. He removes his officers hat and hangs it on the entry way rack.

His handsome features always stun you at first glance. His big blue eyes and wispy lashes, his perfectly angular nose, firm chin and plump lips. He is an absolute dream especially in uniform. His suitcase in one hand and jacket draped on the other, he finally locks eyes with you and your heart flutters. He is slack jawed in return admiring how perfectly pretty you look in this moment.

“Well well well let me get a good look at you doll, do a little spin for me” his deep rich voice breaking the silence as his eyes admire your form.

You twirl around on your toes smiling as you trace your hands along your bodice enjoying the corset hidden beneath. You blush once your eyes meet, he has a seduced look on his face. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, let me settle my things and come appreciate you.” he flashes his flirtatious grin.

He hangs his coat and sets his suit case by the door he struggles to unbutton the top neck of his military shirt but you are right there to assist him lifting on your tiptoes brushing up against him and easily prying the button open with your smaller fingers.

The closeness makes you swoon for each other. He stares into your eyes before taking a peek down at your breasts resting against his chest, a naughty smirk plays across his face. You place your hands delicately on the nape of his neck and trace your fingers lightly over his sensitive skin there giving him goosebumps.

He looks back into your eyes as you stare up at him seductively through your lashes, his breathing increases as passion begins to cloud his thoughts “Gosh I’ve missed you” he nearly whispers it staring at your sultry red lips going directly in for the kiss. Your lips meet passionately and he scoops you into his arms lifting you from the floor.

Feeling his strength and the smell of his cologne arouses you completely. You are overtaken by his presence feeling so safe in his strong arms. You kiss across his lips as he holds you up to his chest. He begins rubbing his soft plush lips back against yours the sexual tension stifling you both. He slowly sets you back to the ground holding fast to your waist with every intention of taking you to the bedroom and having his way with you.

His lips are the beautiful rouge color that you imprinted on him. “Oh my” you say covering your mouth with one hand “What is it darling?“ he asks holding you to him by your waist brushing his hand across your cheek. He’s mesmerized by you, the way he’s staring into your eyes makes your heart skip a beat.

“I..I.. have gotten my lipstick all over you…let me clean you up and come! I’ve made a wonderful supper for you” you pipe up as you regain your thoughts, so proud of yourself for making one of his favorite meals.

He takes your hand and you lead him to the dining room table. He sits in his designated seat at the head taking the time to unlace his shoes and remove his socks setting them in the corner. You arrange his plate and set his dinner in front of him. It is a beautiful display of herb roasted chicken breast, mashed russet potatoes layered in gravy and sautéed green peas.

As his eyes settle in delight on the meal you prepared for him you slip away to the liquor cabinet fetching his favorite brandy. You pour it in one of the set glasses on the shelf and bring it to place next to him on the table. You grab a cloth from the kitchen drawer and soak it in the sink coming back to dab the lipstick off his lips and wipe his hands clean. He smiles at you appreciatively.

You both begin to eat. He cuts into the delicate chicken and takes a bite. His eyes close and he nods enjoying the taste, opening his eyes looking to you admiringly to show his approval. You gush knowing just how much he loves your home cooked meals after a long day on base.

You really can’t focus on your meal watching him eat. As a fully grown man he still looks so adorable as he chews. He’s slender yet toned and you love to see him full it melts your heart. You begin to eat in small bites, enjoying each others company and the meal.

You finish first with your smaller portions and he clears his plate soon after. You collect the dishes and rinse them in the sink

Feeling sated he completely unbuttons his shirt taking it off and hanging it over the back of his chair. Now in a white undershirt and tan military slacks, he rests back holding his glass of brandy slowly sipping it down watching you work.

You fidget with the oven turning it off and opening the door. The smell of the hot pie wafting through the kitchen. You grab your mits removing the pie from the oven and placing it on the stove top. You blow a strand of loose hair falling in your face the heat from the oven making you perspire slightly. You are in an odd state today feeling so sensual wearing the expensive lingerie.

Gale is set back watching the whole thing you bent over your breasts spilling out of your dress. The flash of the back of your thighs to him when your dress lifts as you reach into the oven.

He suddenly has a vision of you mixing pancake batter in the kitchen. You’re wearing a satin gown hair pinned up loosely in a bun your belly big and round growing with his child. His heart skips a beat as you whisk the mixture placing your hand on your hip to support your back. He imagines himself standing behind you planting a kiss on your head inhaling your scent and gently squeezing his hands around your breasts which will soon be full with milk.

He delicately places his hands down around the front of you to embrace your womb. Once he touches it an intensity fires in him of pure unyielding love for you. It infatuates him so strongly he is unable to keep his hands away from your pregnant belly. He begins passionately kissing behind your ear and down your neck completely obsessed with you having his child.

He was so deep in his thought he didn’t notice you trying to get his attention until you sweetly asked him again “Is everything alright?”

He palms himself under the table his cock growing stiff with anticipation of fulfilling his desires. He smiles at you nodding reassuringly taking another big swig of his brandy and setting his empty glass down.

He then pushes away from the table in his chair setting his sights on you and spreading his legs wordlessly patting his lap for you to sit. You notice the change in his gaze, how his pupils have dilated, how his eyes are fixated on you. It’s such a sultry look you don’t know what’s gotten into him.

You approach his lap and try to sit pretty with your legs together but he grabs hold of your waist pulling you to straddle him. It makes your heart flutter from the abrupt closeness. He looks into your eyes with a coy smile wondering if you can feel his rock hard erection pressing against you yet.

Taking his left hand he softly runs it across the nape of your neck moving your hair over one shoulder, trailing his hand down your spine. He begins unbuttoning your dress with both hands looking you directly in the eyes, each pop of a button making the excitement of having you naked increases.

He unbuttons your dress down to your waist and slowly pulls it from your shoulders to reveal your chest. His eyes lock on the delicate lace covering your décolleté. He pulls your dress farther and his mouth falls open in delight at your breasts in lingerie on full display for him. “All this for me?” He asks staring intently at your chest he caresses the soft fabric covering your nipples “Yes of course” you answer your voice soft from arousal.

He tweaks your nipples making them stiff then gently squeezes them with his fingers he looks up to gauge your reaction. It makes you part your lips wanting to cry out, you clench inside involuntarily pressing your heat against his stiff cock. He has a smile on his face sensing exactly what you need. He begins grinding his hips up gently rocking his massive erection against you. It’s so naughty and good at the same time a high moan escapes your lips as you double over onto him wanting more.

He grabs ahold of you by your arms pressing you down on him and grinding against you harder. He’s so strong and resolute with his actions it has you breathlessly panting and dizzy for him building an ache inside you that needs relief.

Seeing your face flush as your breathing increases he pulls you to him and plants kisses along your exposed neck and jaw line. The smell of you is devine to him he reaches and grabs the base of your neck tilting your head back farther to kiss his open mouth along your throat, It makes you close your eyes and grind back onto him the feeling so good building between your legs you don’t want him to stop.

He pulls back his lips from your neck and stares into your eyes as you grind each other fully clothed completely drunk in love “I want to fill you up tonight” he says kissing your lips and you taste the brandy “ I want to satisfy you completely” he kisses your neck again. Then he places his hand on your stomach “I want my baby growing inside of you” his voice almost a hush full of so much contained passion.

You grab onto the back of his neck pressing your forehead to his and closing your eyes “Yes…Gale please fill me and get me pregnant tonight ” your voice shakes with anticipation. The way he’s making you feel between your legs has your mind reeling as you grind against him with your panties absolutely soaked.

Hearing your words he slowly picks you up from his lap and gently places you to stand in front of him. He rises from the chair and removes his shirt then unbuttons and unzips his pants before unbuckling his belt. As he releases the leather his pants fall to the floor and the buckle clatters. You stare in awe at his massive erection strained back against his woven boxers shorts.

“Finish showing me that lingerie doll “ his deep voice breaks the silence redirecting your thoughts. He sits back into his chair spreading his legs and placing a hand on his cock to watch you. He wants to thoroughly enjoy the surprise you have for him.

You turn your back to him and peer over your shoulder. His eyes are completely fixated on you as you slide the dress down from your shoulders to the floor bending over to show him your black silk panties as you deliberately step out of it. You turn around to face him and he sits back in awe of your beautiful body.

The black silk bra and panties with the corset elaborate your curves, accentuating your hips and chest in the most delicious way. You begin swaying your hips and tracing your hands over your body as if they are his own giving him a show of how badly you need him.

He stands up from his seat and slides his boxers down stepping out of them his large cock slinging as he walks toward you. Your knees buckle a little as you hold the table behind you bracing yourself in anticipation.

He reaches for your corset and begins quickly unsnapping the clasps rocking your body as he looses each one. The corset breaks free and falls to the floor. He easily picks you up by your waist and sets you down on the dinner table.

Your legs are wide open and he eagerly moves himself to stand between them. He grabs you by your hips pulling you flush against him kissing you passionately parting your lips with his tongue his cock caged between your navels. Hes trying to go slow but his mind is racing with the thought of feeling your tightness squeeze around him as he’s pumping you full of his seed.

He refocuses on your pleasure placing his hands on the sides of your breast softly rubbing into your silk brassiere pressing your nipples up and down with his thumbs . A moan escapes you into his mouth everything he’s doing sending pleasurable sensations where you need to be touched the most. You begin winding your hips in small circles on the table to relieve the tension.

He senses your need as the heat is now emitting from your body your eyes pleading him for more. He takes a step back noticing his empty liquor glass behind you on the table and takes it safely to the sink.

As he returns to stand between your legs he places his hands behind your head lovingly holding your gaze. “I would do anything for you” he says softly his heart swelling wanting to make you his forever, the vision of you pregnant with his child burning in his mind. “I’m going to push you over the edge tonight I want to spill my seed into you and I want you to take it all for me”

You stare at him drunk from arousal your heart is pounding so hard you feel the strongest pulses in your pelvis you'll to do anything to make him tear your lingerie off and take you now.

“I want to hear you say it “ he says noticing you are not able to focus on his words.

You regain some composure to respond

“I will take it all tonight every drop you give me” you loosely repeat his words too distracted now staring at his perfectly chiseled naked body down to his large veiny erect cock wondering how good it will feel when he fills you up for the first time instead of pulling out.

“I’ll give you what you need “ he says with a coy smile knowing you’re not paying attention anymore. He’s never seen you so riled up, it warms him seeing you want his baby so badly it’s giving you a fever.

He places his hand on your chest pushing you down to lay flat on the table. He grabs your thighs and slides you down to him your heat directly against his cock your legs on either side of his waist. Your breathing quickens and your heart skips you need him inside of you he has you exposed in the perfect position on the table like you are his meal.

He brushes his hand against your silk panties admiringly not wanting to remove them just yet. His touch there alone makes you feel like he’s set a fire all over your body.

He reaches his fingers between your legs hooking your panties rubbing his knuckles against your slick folds. Your back arcs from the table as you restrain yourself from grinding against his fingers so aroused and needing to be touched so badly you begin panting loudly unable to calm down.

He knows you need him now and quickly pulls your panties to the side. His cock is pulsing hard as he rests it on your wet entrance, it’s covered in a silky liquid so he rubs his tip up through it and groans as you moan not thinking it would feel so good. He looks down into your eyes now needing you too, he lines himself up and slowly pushes inside your tight entrance.

You both cry out in a pleasurable moan his cock guiding in perfectly your walls greedily sucking him in. He penetrates you inch by inch making you gasp as the stretch becomes wider.

He gently caresses your pelvis making you feel the pressure of how far he’s gotten inside. You are impossibly more wet as his cock is going in.

He stares down at you in admiration when you finally take his full length. He stays still inside you for a moment letting you adjust. You feel so full of him, the pleasure coursing through your entire body as you try to focus gazing up at him.

He begins to work you gently, sliding himself halfway out and fully back in. His cock becoming completely covered in your slick making you feel every sensation as he begins gliding in and out it’s already earning the sweetest moans out of you.

You close your eyes as he begins rocking into your body against the table each thrust making your heart want to explode. Your continuous moans are music to his ears he stares at the reaction on your pretty face while you take him the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

He has a drive to impregnate you tonight that he’s never had before. He wants to paint your walls inside and make you cry out for him before he finishes. It makes him high at the thought.

He releases his hands from your waist and hoists your legs up holding onto the back of your thighs spreading you like a “V” he pushes slowly into you on the table the new angle he’s hitting makes you delirious with pleasure he has you in a mating press and it sparks something deep inside you that tightens your core making it feel like it will snap at any moment.

Hes going so much deeper using your legs as leverage, he wants to feel you all the way through he presses his length the farthest and touches his cock head against the deepest part inside you making you moan out incredibly loud for him. He loves that feeling and thrusts into it repeatedly wanting his strongest and deepest ejaculation there.

You begin to feel hotter against his throbbing cock he keeps rocking you back and forth on his length jostling you on the table. He’s working into you with so much virility youre seeing stars. You are so overwhelmed with passion you can’t even think straight each hit pressing the exact button inside to cause a riot in your core. He pauses at the end of his deepest thrusts feeling like he will split you, your body tenses your voice in your ears sounding so foreign as you moan in an unending rhythm, the tightness building inside your core finally snaps.

A relief washes over you as your back arcs from the table your walls flutter tightly around him as liquids pour from your core squishing around his cock as you scream for him. It makes him start sliding into you at breeding speed. He thrusts into you deeper and harder your legs bouncing around at each strong jolt. His abs tighten as he is sucks in breaths through his teeth.

He presses your legs back farther grunting and angling his cock pressing his deepest inside you it pushes him over the edge “Im going to cum so deep in you …take it …all for me” he says through clenched teeth he pushes forward all the way into you and spills thick ropes of hot cum deep inside you painting your walls. He leans forward between your legs heavily breathing from exertion, laying on top of you and propping up lightly on his elbows he holds your face as he continues to empty every last drop inside to get you pregnant. His final thrust hits so deep you squeeze his cock with your walls a second time and moan for him almost crying at how good it makes you feel. You stare at each other panting and sweating you both start spontaneously laughing deliriously high with a sudden surge of endorphins.

As you calm down he stays completely still inside of you laying on top. Propped on his elbows he holds your head lovingly. He pets your hair back and stares into your beautiful eyes “I think we did it” he says suddenly as if the thought was ruminating in his mind . You smile at him “I’ve never felt anything like that” you admit gently stroking his sweaty hair from his face in return. He leans in and kisses your chest just at your heart, he loves you completely. He puts his ear on your chest listening for your heart beat to slow down so he can pull out saftey. When your breathing and heart rate decrease he lifts his chest off on yours.

“Are you ready?” He asks adjusting himself to pull out of you “yes” you say completely void of thought only how wonderful you feel. He holds your upper thighs and slides his cock out slowly when he pulls out the head you both moan from the loss of contact. Slowly you feel his seed trickling out of you. His eyes grow wide and he uses his fingers to push it back inside you. You lift your head to see as he pushes more back in and cups his hand to hold it. “put your legs up” he says quickly thinking. You put your legs up and hold them to your chest.

“How long?” You ask giggling this whole concept so foreign to you “I don’t know but until it takes” he laughs at how absurd he sounds. He grabs a wash cloth and rinses his hands. He turns to check on you and doesn’t like the way you are curled up on the table you look so uncomfortable.

He comes to your side and scoops you into his arms he easily carries you to the bedroom and kicks the door open walking you to the bed and laying you down. It’s so much softer and comfortable for you. He pets your head “ that’s much better “ he says seeing your face relax. He runs to get a washcloth and soaks it with water.

When he returns your still with your knees up. He kneels on the bed in front of you “You can put your knees down now you’ve been so good for me” he says gently as he caresses your thighs. He doesn’t see any more cum spill out of you so he starts undressing you. He uses his hands to slide your panties off with your stockings and fasters. As you lower your legs down he pats and wipes you carefully. He climbs on top of you reaching around your back and unclasping your bra you sit up and pull it off discarding it at the foot of the bed with your panties. He stares at you now fully naked glowing so radiantly from sex. He pulls the covers down behind you and you lift up to pull the covers back over you both as he lays beside you. He kisses your temple staring at the side of you face deep in thought about how much he loves you. He places his and on your stomach thinking about how much he wants his baby growing there, you place your hand on top of his

“honey?” He asks shyly a new thought popping into his head “ yes ” you answer sweetly “I …want to keep those panties with me when I deploy” he divulges.

You blush thinking of what he wants to do with them “Alright I’ll do them with the laundry then the day before you deploy I’ll wear them all day and slip them in your pocket when I kiss you goodbye.” He smiles so big and squeezes you to him. “ I would like that” he says whispering in your ear and kissing it. “And Gale” you ask “yes?” He answers intrigued “I want to write you when I find out if I’m pregnant…” you turn and look into his love filled eyes he wants that more than anything. You kiss his forehead and he tilts your face lower to him and kisses your lips. You reach over his head and click the light off you both rest your eyes and he keeps his hand on your stomach the entire night as you sleep.

~*To Be Continued*~

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love me, ever so gently

pairing: austin butler x reader

summary: you recently moved to a new apartment, making new some eccentric friends along the way. but what you didn't expect was falling in love with a stranger. a stranger you somehow couldn't stop thinking about

words: 2.1k

warnings: depictions of domestic abuse, dark themes of relationships

author's note: i made this on an extremely impulsive whim and i have never been so terrified of posting this. my anxiety of trying to make this story went from writing this for three days straight to now suddenly having multiple parts. i'm literally almost done with part III so we'll see how far this goes. hopefully you like my very first fic... i haven't written in years... ehh... and thank you in advance for reading this :3

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part I

"you're either incredibly talented or horribly lousy."

george stated right before you tore down the stack of books from the pile. you groaned in frustration, ignoring that thing buried right under the surface of your heart. if bookstores and libraries could make something aesthetically pleasing, then so could you. just like you were able to do a year ago.

you huffed once more before starting the process over again.

george took your silence as a precautionary warning, tentatively placing a small cup of coffee next to you, hoping maybe a little space and some caffeine couldn't hurt your pride more than he did.

"as long as you don't make a mess, it makes my job a thousand times easier," he offered you a toothy, yet slightly lopsided grin before leaving you to your uncomplicated complicated endeavors.

george circled around the remaining tables that were also still being set up for the fair at the community center. you were a regular volunteer for these events, moreso because your neighbors invited you to them in the first place. one of your neighbors being george, who hobbled right back to where you were, smiling proudly at his empty tray.

"well, my services are done."

he flashed another innocent grin before leaving you be, "make sure you get that done before cass sees you!"

"george I'm going to throw this empty tray at you."

he let out a belly laugh, even though he was as thick as a twig. he pulled you over to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"there she is!"

you rolled your eyes at him, but couldn't help a smile. you still remember when you met him for the first time.

~ ~

your first week at the new apartment building was stressful enough, splitting your belongings in each individualized box and suitcase. and somehow through all that stress, someone as joyous as george just so happened to crash right into you with all of his groceries.

and he had this distinct smell, something between a book you haven't opened in years and an old worn out knitted sweater. at the time, he greeted you like you've been friends for years, something you deeply missed when you moved away from your hometown. from everyone.

"welcome to the neighborhood!!" he screamed in your ear, forgetting his hearing aids before he left for the store. you let out a polite, yet awkward, kind of laugh, thanking him for his very enthusiastic greeting. it's funny to look back on it now, a stranger you would've never imagined becoming friends with. including everyone else you met along the way.

~ ~

evelyn and cassandra peered from the hallway behind you, coming from the kitchen. cassandra with her big box of jewelry for her stand, while evelyn followed suit.

"did george call me cass again? i hate when he calls me cass. it sounds like ass."

"because you are an ass."

cassandra shot him a quick glaring look before he started laughing again, placing her boxes down. she pointed a shaky finger at him.

"you know one of these days, i really hope i end up dying before you. i can't stand that laugh of yours." she grumbled, which made you laugh.

"can't keep a happy man down cass. you're stuck with me forever," he bellowed, leaving a messy kiss on her cheek before she swatted him away. george dramatically saluted them before hobbling away again, wanting to mingle and socialize before the fair officially opens.

cassandra gathered her things once more as she eyed your table with a sense of pride.

"you never cease to amazing me sweetie. i always love how you decorate your books."

her words swelled in your heart and that thing that was buried right under the surface dissipated, only just for a moment. and you were completely and utterly okay with that.

"thanks cassie..." your voice drifting ever so softly. like she was going to catch it in the end like she always does.

~ ~

when you met cassandra last year, you heard her voice before you saw her. you were seated at the lobby of your apartment building, waiting for a blind date that never picked you up. it was about two hours before you decided to call it and when you looked up, you saw her.

she was a bright eyed woman, her grey hair tossed behind a small pink scarf, something you've only seen worn a few times or rather only in movies. she looked at you with a look of concern. you weren't crying of course, why waste tears on some stranger right?

but you got your hopes up immensely high and someone as experienced in her years as she was, she could tell a disappointed look when she saw one.

"oh my dear, what's the matter? are you hurt?"

you shook your head no, having no energy to formally respond with a voice.

"come here love, let's bring you back home. do you live here?"

you nodded.

she waddled her way towards you, keeping you close to her. she was a tiny woman, hunched over slightly as she led you to the elevator. once you were both inside, she asked what floor you were on and pressed the appropriate button for you. her floor being the one below yours.

"sorry we have to stop at mine first..." she began and you shook her head to stop her.

"don't be. it's okay... i was heading up anyway." you finally had strength to talk again, "i should be saying sorry for keeping you from getting home."

she scoffed at your response, displaying one of the warmest smiles you've ever seen.

"sweetie, you're doing me a favor."

the elevator dinged and opened to her floor, the woman turning to walk out.

"i am?" you asked her and she nodded, standing outside the elevator doors.

"yes. because no man deserves to make someone as lovely as you this sad."

your face went from feeling defeated to utter confusion as the woman smiled again. this time knowing exactly what you were going to ask.

"i know disappointment when i see it."

and just like that, the elevator door closed.

~ ~

"how are you feeling otherwise?" cassandra asked you, momentarily glancing over at your beautiful table.

"better. only sometimes," you responded, a lump suddenly appearing in your throat. feeling as if you were half lying somewhere.

"that's okay. just remember that someone who's broken you then doesn't deserve to break you now," she gently held your cheek, looking at you as if for the first time again.

"and besides, who knows who you'll might meet today."

~ ~

cassandra's words rung in your ears, weighing heavy on a hopelessly romantic heart. being alone was easy and you weren't lying if you admitted that to anyone because it was true. that was one of the perks of moving here, along with meeting all of your new friends.

but being lonely... that was difficult. especially when the fall season would blend into the holidays. one night after the other. because everyone seemed to find their someone by the times gifts were supposed to be given. which is why you wanted to put everything into the community fair this year.

and because heartbreak anniversaries were apparently a thing on your calendar.

you glanced over at your table, the last few books lingered for awhile. some people glancing over at them, while others would pick it up just to place it back down again. you didn't really know why seeing a book not being chosen hurt a small part of you. but it did.

or maybe you knew but didn't want to face it.

soon enough, you noticed someone hovering near the entrance, like he was contemplating whether or not to let his curiousity get the best of him. it may have been a little more than an hour or so when he actually approached your table.

you quickly stood up in response, as you noticed him eyeing a few of the older books. his hands lingered on each cover, not saying a word. his hair was blonde, wavy and messy, like he'd just woken up. the rest of him was covered by a black mask.

you did notice the way his hands moved though, hesitating to pick something. shaking a bit, a shadow crossed your peripheral and you could've sworn you saw a bruise somewhere on his knuckles.

"do you need help finding anything?" your voice coming out a lot softer than you had hoped. he looked up and you felt this entire weight lift off of you. like something encapsulating you just shattered into a million pieces and suddenly you could breathe again.

his eyes were so blue, like you were swimming in this endless ocean full of life and somehow you couldn't tell the difference between the stillness of the water or the blueness of the sky.

you could see a slight smiling forming on his face before he shook his head no.

"oh well if you want anything... i really recommend any of the classics."

his eyes glimmered a bit, letting his hand linger on one of the few books he was eyeing before.

"how much is it?" his deep tone caught you by surprise as you hesitated to respond. your own voice catching in your throat.

"oh um... everything is free."

"really?"

and just like that, you noticed something switch in him, a sense of curiosity filling those calm waters.

"which ones have you read so far?"

you didn't realize it, but your eyes lit up at the question. and he noticed. a small smile forming on his face.

"oh this one is my favorite... i haven't finished it, but it was really good from where i left off," you pointed at pride and prejudice.

you smiled at him, like your excitement was taking over and he could tell how much you loved talking about books. his gaze never wavering as you spoke about the stories that overwhelmed you and the others that never lasted a few pages before you decided to stop. he listened with such intent, such intrigue, it made you feel like you were someone he had known for years.

his aura was beautiful and a part of you wished that something would lead to something which would lead to something else. you didn't even feel anything in that regard, not yet anyway, but that same part. it was pulling... gently. ever so gently tugging at your heart.

"thank you for all of your recommendations," he began, holding on to ever single book you spoke about. you were about to protest that he didn't have to, but he was adament on keeping every single one.

"are you sure you want to get all of them?" your voice wavering on worry, but all he did was smile at you, letting out a soft laugh.

"i'm sure."

his voice was so reassuring, you almost forgot to offer him a bag. there was a slight pause before you realized, eyes widened in embarrassment.

you quickly apologized to him, running to the back to get a bag. you left the table feeling this overwhelming warmness flow through you as you noticed your heart beating against your chest. you tried to hide the excitement, but your heart was already getting your hopes too high.

but when you came back, your heart instantly dropped right into your stomach. a woman was now standing next to him, but something was different in his eyes. the oceans were no longer waves crashing against the seashore. they were climbing under thunderstorms. drowning in its own current.

her hair was dark red in color, flowing to accentuate the curves of her body. she was unbelievably gorgeous and your heart sank even more. but there was something about her that you couldn't figure out.

"here's your bag, i didn't mean to—"

"why your table is absolutely gorgeous, isn't it austin?"

he didn't glance at you or her or anyone. all he did was nod. you noticed the grip she had on his arm. it was tight. suffocating.

you offered the bag to them, but she shooed your hand away, like you were merely just a bug.

"no need sweetie, we were just on our way out. he was just looking anyway."

you tried your best to keep your composure, but you were fuming on the inside. only cassandra could call you that and at least when she did, it was endearing. not spiteful.

she flashed you the biggest smile that fueled your fire even more as she pulled austin away. you noticed him stiffen when they left the table. he couldn't even look at you.

and he couldn't even say goodbye.

[tbyfandoms]

Flowers | Austin Butler x Reader

Pairing: austin butler x f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: after making a quick run to the store, austin comes home with a surprise for his favorite girl in the world (requested)

Warnings: none

Masterlist/Request Form | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: I swear it takes the bare minimum for me to go off in delulu land and create a whole scenario of some cute domestic ish about one of my faves lmao! thank you to the anon who requested I write this, you truly fed into my fantasies and I appreciate the excitement. I know it’s been a while since I’ve uploaded a fic so I figured I’d finally try to sit down and write something quick and get it out for the last day of austin’s birth month! I hope you guys enjoy sentimental aus and the dash of horndoginess I threw in there. after finding out about a certain *ehem* tidbit, I saw an opportunity to include the fact austin is an ass man-ANYWAYS! as always lmk what you think! <3

also important side-note! for right now I think I am going to hold off on accepting any new requests for a while. I have quite a few backed up in my ask box that I really wanna get out for the people who sent them in and are patiently waiting! I can’t stop ya’ll from sending things in, but please know that at the moment the requests I have on my currently writing page are my current priorities and it might be a while until I get to yours!

“God, there’s literally nothing on,” you grumble after skipping past yet another movie preview on Netflix.

It’s both yours and Austin’s first off day together in such a long time and all you want to do is cuddle and watch a good film, but it’s like nothing is catching your attention, and at this point you kinda just want to rewatch a comfort film and call it a day. You doubt Austin will put up much of a fight.

The blonde did leave you in charge of finding something to watch while he went off to gather snacks, so he can’t complain too much if you two end up watching a movie you’ve both seen a hundred times, right?

While an idea starts to form in your mind and you quickly scroll to the search bar, soft footsteps from the kitchen make their way to you.

“Baby, I’m headin’ out the store really quick, I just need to pick up a few things before we get started. D’you need anything?”

Your boyfriend’s voice immediately takes your attention away from the black and red screen you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes. Needless to say the interruption and new view is much appreciated. You swear to yourself that Austin could walk out of a place wearing just a trash bag and he’d still be the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

He looks so soft and cuddly in his cotton shirt and track pants that it makes you sad at the idea you’ll have to wait even longer now to wrap yourself in his arms.

“Did we eat all the snacks again already? I swear neither one of us is home enough to go through food that quickly and yet somehow we always do,” you say as you shake your head lightly.

Austin’s soft chuckle drifts through the air. “It blows my mind too, sweetheart.” The actor moves closer to the front door and begins to put his shoes on—grey and black Adidas with the white stripes, his latest favorites. “I mean we have stuff but I wanna get you some of those candies you like to have when we go to the movies, I figured we could really make it our own little film experience, y’know?”

You scrunch your nose in fondness at the sentiment and get up off the couch to meet your boyfriend at the door. He grabs one of his many baseball caps and settles it atop his blonde waves. You notice how thick Austin’s hair is getting, the hat sliding snuggly over his head.

“Awh, Aus, I’d love that, that sounds amazing,” you grin, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Now, tell me, how would you feel about me picking a certain favorite Gosling film for our movie?”

You grin cheekily at Austin, seeing the flicker of realization in his eyes as he understands exactly which film you’re referencing. Between the two of you, there really is no other Ryan Gosling film it could be besides—you guessed it—The Notebook.

“You’re really gonna make me cry on my day off?” The blonde teases and you roll your eyes jokingly in response. After you and Austin started dating, it didn’t take long for the two of you to go in depth about your favorite films—I mean, it was only fitting—and it was only then did you discover his love for The Notebook. Although written off as a typical, cheesy romance film, it’s so much more than that and Austin was one of the only people to see it as such. The both of you talked for ages about it and no matter how dumb it sounds, that conversation—among many other things—convinced you wholeheartedly that Austin was the man of your dreams. It’s been years since your relationship with Austin started and that film is still one of you forever favorites. You and Austin make sure to rewatch it together at least once a year, tears and choked back sobs included.

“C’mon, baby, you know you want to! It’s about time for our rewatch anyways! I’ll be there the whole time to console you during all the sad parts, and then you’ll be there to console me right after that! I’ll even bring the tissues,” you laugh.

Austin shakes his head and because of your closeness to him you can feel his chest rumble as he laughs along with you. It’s an odd thing to find comfort it and yet you do.

“Fine but only because I love that film—and you—so much. I mean crying in my girl’s arms over a Gosling movie sounds like a day well spent to me anyways.”

The blonde inches closer and rubs his nose against yours, grinning broadly at your giggles that ensue. He swears if he could bottle up that sound and keep it forever, he would.

“Alright, I’m goin’,” Austin says as he steps back and begins to open the door. “You didn’t answer earlier, did you need anything from the store?”

Shaking your head, you respond, “Nope. All I need is for you to come home to me as soon as possible so I can wrap myself in your arms and cry over Noah and Allie with you.”

You’re met with that thousand watt smile again and you can’t help but to return it. “I promise I’ll hurry back, I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

Before Austin steps fully out the door, he stops and turns back towards you, reaching out his hand to cup your cheek and connect his lips with yours.

The kiss is soft and sweet and the second Austin pulls away you want more than anything for him to kiss you again.

“I love you,” he says before sneaking in another quick kiss, this time on your cheek, and then proceeding out the front door.

The lock clicks into place and as you stand there in the hall, the only audible sound being Austin’s car pulling out of the driveway, you sigh and reach your fingers up towards your lips. It doesn’t matter how long you and Austin have been dating, the whimsical and electric state he leaves you in after each time he kisses you will never, ever get old.

*****

It’s probably only been about fifteen to twenty minutes since Austin left when you hear keys jangling in the door knob.

You figured it wouldn’t take him long considering the store you always go to is right down the street, but the time apart was still long enough for you, so you leap off the couch and hurry to meet your boyfriend as he walks through the front door.

Instantly you notice the small plastic bag Austin’s holding in his hand that he used to open the door. You can already see the wrappings of all your favorite treats peaking through the top and that alone gets you excited. So excited, in fact, that you don’t even notice the way Austin’s holding his other hand behind his back.

The blonde holds out the plastic bag towards you and you squeal in excitement as you begin to dig around in it. “Ah, no way! They actually had them this time!? When I went last they were sold out.” As you grab at one of your favorite snacks, you watch as Austin angles himself awkwardly to try and close the door. It’s like he doesn’t want to turn his back towards you and it’s at this time that you notice he’s holding something out of your line of sight.

“Austin what are you doing?” You giggle, quirking your eyebrow at the way he stands there with a mischievous, yet fond smile on his face. You hear a distinct crinkling sound and you know it’s not from your own bag. “What d’you got there?”

“After I grabbed all our snacks and was headin’ up to the register, I passed a display and saw these.” Your boyfriend brings the hidden object from behind his back and you gasp at the sight of it. “They reminded me of you so I got ‘em for you. Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

Austin hands you the bouquet and your eyes instantly well with tears. They’re the most stunning blush colored roses you’ve ever seen and they smell absolutely incredible. There’s a small card sticking out of the side of them and as you read the words written in Austin’s handwriting, your heart swells with adoration.

For my favorite girl

Love, Austin

“Aus,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to withstand anything else. “They’re beautiful. Thank you so much. You didn’t have to do that.”

The actor can tell how emotional you are right now, can tell how much this means to you. He’d do anything to let you know how much you mean to him, to let you know how much he loves you. He’d buy you flowers every single day if it meant he’d get to see that look on your face. That look where your eyes get real big and sparkly and your smile is so wide it makes your eyelids crinkle at the corners. That look that makes Austin want to give you the world.

Careful not to smash the bouquet held delicately in your hands (the bag of snacks now laying on the floor), Austin reaches out and hugs you with one arm, planting a soft kiss on the side of your head. “I know I didn’t have to, sweetheart, but I wanted to. I love you so much and you deserve to be appreciated.”

With the right words to say completely escaping you, you do the next best thing and instantly close the gap between you and the man standing in front of you. One of Austin’s hands finds its place on your lower back, pushing you closer to him, and your own hand without the bouquet in it finds its way to the nape of his neck—fingers twisting in those thick waves you took notice of earlier.

“I love you so much more, Austin Butler,” you breathe out as you break apart from your boyfriend’s soft lips.

“Mmm, whatever you say, baby,” he mumbles against your mouth as he goes in for yet another kiss. You nearly drop your flowers as you get caught up in Austin again, so you break apart before you can do any real damage to them.

“As much as I’m enjoying this right now, I need it to stop for like five seconds before I completely lose myself in you and ruin this gorgeous bouquet,” you giggle, before reluctantly taking a step back from your boyfriend in order to go find a vase in the kitchen to set the flowers in.

“Would that really be such a bad thing?” Austin calls after you. It doesn’t take long for him to meet up with you in the kitchen, his tall figure leaning casually against the doorframe. “I think having rose petals all over the floor would actually be quite romantic. It’d really…set the mood.”

In between spreading out the roses in the vase you found, you glance up at Austin and can see the way his eyes have clouded over just slightly. His intent and emphasis on the last few words of his sentence become abundantly clear, and you try to fight the heat you feel rising up your neck.

Making your way around the kitchen island, you stop in front of your boyfriend and lean lightly into his chest, your hands basking in the warmth radiating through Austin’s white shirt. “You do realize it is your birthday month, right, Aus? Why am I the one getting all the special treatment?”

There’s a soft smirk playing on your lips and you revel in the way Austin tilts his head to the side, his own smirk quirking up at the corner of his mouth. “Who’s to say I’m not getting my own type of special treatment? Looking after my girl and seeing her happy sounds like a pretty nice birthday gift to me.”

Burying your face in Austin’s chest, you barely contain the squeal threatening to spill out of you over the actor’s words. This man somehow always knows the right thing to say to make you melt. “You’re such a heartthrob you know that?”

“I am a man of many talents,” Austin beams. The two of you laugh and you push lightly on his chest to get him to move back towards the living room.

“C’mon, think of the snacks waiting for us! I won’t let your incredibly smooth sweet talking make us miss out on our plan for an at home film experience!” No matter how tempting, you think.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I am thinking about my snack. Mine just isn’t in that little bag you got there.” As you bend down to pick up the plastic bag you haphazardly threw to the side at the reveal of your surprise flowers, Austin comes up behind you and lightly smacks your ass, causing you to let out a sharp gasp.

Jolting upright, you fake annoyance and watch as your boyfriend turns towards you and holds up his hands in innocence. You reach into the bag and throw one of the packets of candy at him. The blonde winks at you as he catches it with ease and then plops down on the couch.

“You’re right though, I did say I wouldn’t miss this for the world, and I am also a man of my word. So c’mon, Ryan’s waiting for us,” Austin grins as he pats the spot next to him on the couch.

Unable to keep up your feigned irritation, you let the smile that’s twitching at the corner of your lips break through as you hurry over to Austin. No matter what happens, you’d never turn down an open invitation from the man you love with all your heart.

Cuddling up to Austin’s side you sigh in the satisfaction of finally getting to relax with him. Sure you two are able to see each other relatively often considering the fact you live together, but it’s rare when you get to just sit together and do absolutely nothing besides enjoy each other’s company. No cameras, no expectations, just you and him.

If anyone were to ask you, you’d say that’s what you’d call pure heaven.

As Austin presses play on the movie and the opening credits begin to roll, you watch as he rips open the bag of candy you threw at him. You take in how he eats one and then sets it aside, beginning to set up the rest of the treats he purchased for you. The reality of it all settles in as it does every so often and you feel a tiny squeeze in your chest as you take it in.

Having someone love you so deeply, having someone who knows practically every part of you from your favorite types of candy to what flowers you would like, having someone who sees your happiness as enough satisfaction for them and truly mean it, is just incredibly unbelievable.

You wonder practically every day how in the world you were lucky enough to find someone like that. To find someone who you love wholeheartedly and who loves you just the same, if not more. The material things—the flowers, the candy—are nice, but nothing beats the feeling you get when you’re with Austin, and you thank your lucky stars that the universe brought him to you. You truly don’t know where you’d be, who you’d be, without him.

“Austin,” you start, looking into his clear blue eyes as he turns towards you, a soft smile already adorning his lips as he catches sight of you. “Thank you for…”

You can’t even begin to think of where to start. You’re sat here looking at this man that’s staring at you with such a fond, loving expression and it’s like words won’t even dare try to form in your mind in a way that would express everything you feel for him. There aren’t enough of them, there aren’t any right ones.

“For what, sweetheart?” Austin whispers as he reaches out and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, the warmth from his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“For the…flowers,” you say before letting out an airy laugh. “For the candy, for staying in with me and letting me coerce you into watching this movie for the thousandth time, for just being you, and a million other things I don’t think I’ll ever have the right words to express.”

“You don’t have to thank me for any of that, my love, but you’re welcome anyways. I do it all because I want to, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you just like I know there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for me. I hope you know how much I appreciate you. I love you.” Austin leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead before pulling you even closer to his side, wanting nothing but to have you wrapped in his arms.

As your boyfriend turns his attention back to the movie and begins to rub his hand soothingly up and down your back, you feel a sense of content wash over you. When you’re with Austin, it feels like no matter what happens, as long as you have each other, everything will be okay. Nothing is certain, but you’d bet everything you’ve got that this love is.

“I love you too, Aus.”

[obsessedvibee]

Tickle Fight

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut, …lots of detailed smut

Summary: Reader and Austin have a 4 year old daughter which makes it difficult to find time for intimacy. One morning they both take advantage of her sleeping in, but she ends up walking in on them.

Authors note: family/dad! Austin does something to me what can I say. Something about him living a domestic life.

"Baby?" Austin murmured in my ear.

"Hmm?" I hummed with my eyes still shut, basking in the quietness of the early morning. It was one of the rare times where neither of us had to get up for work. And when our 4 year old daughter didn't wake up before us.

"Baby," he slipped his arm over my own that was resting against my stomach, gently pulling me closer into his warmth. A soft rut of his hips made me aware of where he wanted things to go. "It would be a shame to let this precious time go to waste." Goosebumps raised on my skin when his stubble brushed my neck as he murmured the words into my ear. "Hm? What do ya think?"

I turned my head to capture the side of his mouth as an answer. He chuckled, his warm breath caressing my face, before pulling away, giving me room to roll over.

He watched while I situated myself to snuggle my way into the crook between his body and the mattress. He leaned down to press another kiss to my forehead as his hand slipped into the curve of my waist, his thumb rubbing back and forth. "We gotta be quick before Abby wakes up," I reminded.

He hummed in response gently pressing his soft lips to mine. My own lips parted enveloping his bottom lip as he worked at my top. Our mouths met over and over, every kiss growing in intensity. I slipped my tongue in his mouth meeting his own. In retaliation his hand that was resting on my waist pulled away to rest lightly on my mound. I giggled into his mouth and he paused unable to stop the smile pulling at his lips.

He quickly shut me up when his fingers gently started to play. The tips of his fingers traced the edge of my lips, testing to see how wet I had become causing me to inhale sharply. "We gotta get you ready, baby."

My heart warmed at his attentiveness, always making sure I was more than ready for him. With a few failed tries of placing his fingers in the right spot over the hood of my clit I reached down to guide his fingers. He gently began to rub, earning a quiet moan of appreciation beginning my journey to ecstasy.

"God you sound beautiful," he began slowing his hand. "I can't believe you're mine."

He pulled his hand away from me causing my eyes to open to see him enveloping his middle finger in his mouth coating it with his saliva. My toes curled and I tilted my hips forward searching for his hand. His blue eyes broke from mine, noticing the movement. "Look at you," he smiled, "You want me that bad, huh?" He locked eyes with me again as he placed the pad of his now wet finger on my clit again and quickly started rubbing. It was faster this time, making my eyes fall shut. I was so far gone for this man. I felt his beard on my breast before his tongue licked a wide swipe over my nipple making me gasp.

"You should let me fuck your tits one day,” he muttered against me.

The words weren't even that erotic but the image it created in my mind rocketed me forward getting me so much closer to my climax. "Oh fuck," I groaned, "you'd like that wouldn't you?" I tried to retaliate. I was almost embarrassed at how quick he had me teetering at the edge.

"It seems you do more than me."

He slipped his fingers down lower over my folds to my entrance pushing his middle finger in to part them collecting the new warm arousal to spread back over my clit.

"So fucking warm," he mused. "Think you're ready for my fingers?"

I opened my eyes again helplessly nodding. I was ready for anything he wanted to give me.

He grinned gently pressing his middle finger searching for my small opening, both of us moaning once his finger pushed in. He slowly began pistoning his finger into me, his palm meeting my mound at every stroke bumping my clit. He worked his way moving faster with every push. The squelching was his undoing. "Fuck that's so hot," he gritted out. To my dismay, he pulled out again, "open your eyes for me, baby."

His finger glistened with my arousal, and before I could react he took his finger and traced my other neglected nipple, spreading the arousal over the areola. "Aus," I whined. He smiled refusing to break eye contact as he leaned down and enveloped my now coated nipple with his mouth, gently sucking and using his tongue to play the with my hardened nipple. The sudden realization hit me that he was using the same tactic he uses for when his mouth is between my legs. Like my nipple was my clit. Pleasure jolted through my chest making me arch my back, pushing my chest into him. There had to be a direct connection between my nipple and my groin because before I could even warn him I felt the orgasmic contractions take over and the pleasure erupted spreading through the rest of my limbs. My hands gripped his wrist, squeezing for dear life. I was frozen in the height of my climax every muscle tense holding me arched into him, my jaw slack but not a sound could be heard. Finally the orgasmic grip that was on me let go and I crashed back to the mattress below gasping with a moan completely breathless. My body involuntarily twitched with the aftershocks and my chest heaved. I cracked my eyes to look at him.

"Holy fuck."

My grip loosened on his wrist freeing him. "I can't- that was-" he shook his head. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

I smiled continuing to lay limp. My pussy was still contracting, trying to milk the seed out of a cock that wasn't there.

"Give me your hand," I reached out for him. He let me guide his fingers to my folds, easily pushing his two middle fingers into me.

"Feel that?"

I don't think he knew whether I was referring to how wet I was or the contractions but either way he didn't say anything. He just let his hand be, watching the area around his fingers glisten and twitch.

"It's all for you baby."

He glanced up almost in awe. That boyish look was in his eyes as if he was seeing a naked girl for the first time. I gently pulled his fingers out guiding his hand back to my own mouth. His eyes darkened as I opened my mouth letting his thick fingers in, licking and sucking the arousal off of him. A soft whimper escaped his throat, as I let him out. His warm blues were glossy, hooded with unbridled want and need.

He just gave me an earth shattering orgasm, and I'd be damned if I didn't give the same to him.

I pushed myself up to a sitting position about to make a beeline for his groin when I finally noticed it. He was already well underway. He started while he had me distracted. The waistband of his pajama bottoms were pushed down just under his balls as his hand worked his length. A soft grunt left his lips as his thumb swiped at the tip spreading the precome that was starting to leak.

My pussy contracted, my arousal spiking at the sight of him masturbating. I bit my lip afraid if I spoke I'd break the spell to watch how his hand expertly pleasured himself. I wondered how often he couldn't help but succumb to the ache between his legs when I couldn't be there to help him.

He made his way between my legs, pushing them open and back towards my chest spreading me open. He grasped his cock running it through my folds once before pressing it down to find my entrance. The head quickly found my opening and he gently pushed his way inside with a heavy grunt as he bottomed out. He stayed buried as deep as he could go, "god, I can still feel you pulsing."

I grinned letting my eyes fall shut with my head thrown back on the pillow letting myself just feel us being so intimately connected. I purposely clenched down, gripping his cock even more snugly making his mouth fall open with a curse. "You like that, huh?" I taunted.

"Baby, don't," he huffed squeezing his eyes shut.

My ego swelled, and his plea only drove me deeper to get him to come faster.

But there was something so hot seeing him struggle to hold himself back from finishing.

I relaxed my walls and gave him a moment to regain a bit of control over himself.

A heavy sigh left him as he ran a hand through his blonde hair, his eyes watching me. I smiled mischievously reaching up to thumb at his hard nipple before reaching up to the back of his neck pulling him down to me for a heated kiss. His tongue eagerly licked into my mouth exploring, coaxing a soft moan from me.

He gently began to rock his hips, his length sliding deliciously against my walls. I reached down placing my fingers just under where he was entering me, feeling his stiff length wet from my own arousal, sliding back and forth.

A sharp inhale came from him, "are you-?" He looked down between our bodies finding my hand feeling him. "Fuck, what are you-?"

I giggled pulling my hand away to settle on my clit to work myself up with him. I turned my head over to check the time.

7:02.

Abby was usually up at 7.

But I was already so close, I just had to get him to finish fast. "Give it to me baby," I said low into his ear. At the same time I clenched down on him as he was about to pull back out making a sound come out of him that I know he’d be embarrassed of. "Fucking hell," he gripped the sheets in his hands trying to stave off but he was quickly losing the battle. I abandoned my clit reaching down to gently massage his balls that were tightly pulled up to his body as they were getting ready to empty themselves. I gave them a light squeeze and that did it. I felt him harden even further before a cross between a growl and a roar came out of his throat, and at the same time our bedroom door pushed open. "Daddy!” Abby's voice cried out excitedly seeing his form roused from sleep.

His face contorted into confused pleasure and pain as his cock started pulsing, emptying his seed into me. His eyes were locked into me begging me wordlessly and helplessly to cover for him. His mouth was sealed into a thin line struggling to keep his pleasured sounds from escaping, his nostrils flared with the desperate breaths his lungs craved.

"Baby, daddy will meet you in the living room! He's helping mama with something right now."

Her innocent eyes tried to make sense of why he was on top of me. I could see her wheels turning, full of curiosity. My heart was now pounding for other reasons as I continued to feel the warmth of his seed spreading in me.

"Why is daddy tickling you under the blanket?"

My face flushed, I almost felt like we were teenagers again and his parents walked in on us. Thank god we at least had a sheet draped up to his waist.

"Living room, baby girl, this is grown up time," I said more sternly.

She sighed and stomped away clearly irritated she was being sent away.

As soon as her steps faded away, Austin heaved for breath, slowly pulling out of me with a filthy wet suck as he parted from my soaked cunt making me shudder, goosebumps spreading across my skin. He collapsed next to me his chest heaving, a soft moan leaving with every exhale. I reached over running my hands over his damp chest making him flinch.

"Aus, it's okay, she's long gone now."

He shook his head still refusing to open his eyes. "I feel like a pedophile."

"What?"

He opened his eyes shame written all over his face. "I just came to the sound of my four year old daughters voice."

I glanced down at his slowly softening cock resting on his thigh, occasionally giving a weak twitch as his body continued to come down from his high.

“For all she knows, we were just cuddling.” I reached over to the nightstand grabbing a few tissues for myself before standing. “And for the record you were already there before she barged in.”

A weak smile came over his face breaking the spell as he tucked himself back into his pants with a small hiss, clearly sensitive from being so fresh after an orgasm. “Remind me to buy a lock for our door.” He grumbled before walking out to meet Abby in the living room.

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[bcofl0ve]

new austin butler fan? start here!

hey there girl/pal/buddy/friend! welcome to the crazy train the endearing mad house that is the austin butler fandom. i joined the party after seeing elvis 2022 with my dad on a whim opened my third eye and have adored austin ever since. if you have any questions please please send an anon or send me a message, but i hope this post is useful as well!

media

congrats, i have a hyperfixation on being an update blog which means i have a masterpost of where to stream everything he's ever been in since he's started acting!

my personal favorite thus far is shocking no one, elvis 2022, but i'm really excited for everything coming out in 2024!

interviews

if you want to get to know austin the person outside of being an actor, i highly recommend checking out his episode of the marc maron podcast. content warning for talk about losing a parent- austin's mom who passed when he was 23 from cancer, and some allusions to domestic violence re: a step father. but that to say it's imo the most personal interview austin has ever given (and it makes me cry when i listen to it). i linked to apple podcasts but it's also on spotify!

austin's first ever interview from when he was 16 years old (article)

long- and personal, interview/profile via esquire from 2024 (article)

ruthie’s table interview - 2021 podcast with his good friend, chef ruthie rogers. some very sweet childhood talk in here.

austin butler drives greg williams back home (austin going back to his home town and visting his childhood home and elementary school)

austin butler plays with puppies - what the title says

in conversation: baz luhrmann and austin butler (article) - a very funny joint interview where baz and austin talk about filming elvis

austin butler @ the oscar nominees luncheon - the interviewer is jason kennedy, a long time buddy of austin's who also knew his mom. this was my favorite interview of awards season.

austin giving his publcist kate an honorary oscar - also from the oscar nominees lucheon press junket, so sweet! we love his ginger publicist around here (:

austin and lisa marie presley joint interview - lisa adored austin, and he mentioned in a different interview during awards season that when he was at graceland she took him upstairs for *3 hours*. if you're unfamiliar with the presleys, that is point blank unheard of for someone that isn't a blood relative. lisa passed away in january 2023 just two days after watching austin win his golden globe, and is very very missed. (lisa and austin at the globes)

another little lisa and austin interview, my personal favorite because of the hug!

so who's the girl?

austin is currently dating kaia gerber and has been since december of 2021! i'm working on a masterpost timeline of their relationship which will likely take...a while. but in the meantime the basics are that they like to make out in public while also being quite the private couple.

here is a very cute little video of the two of them after the elvis premiere at cannes and my favorite deuxmoi sunday spotting of all time- someone saying they were making out *in face masks* in line at erewhon.

like i said, they are veryyy private but that means the little tidbits we get are a treat! austin 'gushed' about seeing her walk in a celine show here, and here's a little clip of his smiley little self in the front row.

the two share a dog milo, who is the shining baby boy light of ausitn's life and came up no short of two billion times when austin was doing press for his ysl campaign this past summer. we love milo!

(and i also love that austin wears his gf's clothes sometimes, king!)

misc fun stuff

austin is close friends with ashley tisdale, and has been since the two of them met filming the movie aliens in the attic in new zealand in 2008. he's 'uncle austin' to her little girl jupiter, and they're also distant cousins!

speaking of aliens in the attic, 300 years ago in 2008 austin ran a little blog for his fans throughout filming which is just the darn sweetest most endearing thing to me. you can read the entries that i pulled from the wayback machine here and here.

some other austin-isms that i love

his habit of wearing shirts inside out

how everyone that works with him gushes about how kind he is

this little video of him when he was four years old

his dear sweet publicist kate having to hand hold his golden retriever self on track

the 27 he has tattooed on his wrist bc it was his late mom’s god number

and so many other things that would take me too long to list

if you have any questions that this post doesn't answer pls slide me an anon or a direct message! happy to have you here! <3

[silvyysthings]

WOW!!! Just read this; Luca Guadagnino’s latest movie Challengers has just become Luca’s largest domestic blockbuster hit after CMBYN opening with 18 million. CMBYN starring Timothee Chalamet and Armie Hammer opened with 17 million. Challengers should surge past CMBYN global total of $40 million making it Lucas most successful movie to date in his career and it hasn’t even been a week. Huge Congratulations to Zendaya, Mike and Josh. The critic wrote Zendaya is on a roll and this lead role in Challengers along with Dune and Spider-Man co roles makes her a bonafide Movie Star and Luca’s new IT girl of the moment. There will never be another CMBYN but if someone had to take the crown from our beloved boys money wise and give Luca his biggest hit I’m glad it was Zendaya. Her co star Josh has signed onto Luca’s next movie and Mike has a co star role in Austin Butler’s Bikeriders out in June who Austin is also great friends with. Small world right. Even though our beloved Elio and Oliver will always be our faves and CMBYN is a Unicorn. I’m loving all the new members to Luca’s world. The more the merrier.

Cmbyn will always be better , we have to keep in mind the success that Luca has now compared to the cmbyn era and many other factors, but Challengers is a great film I agree

[eddiesgorlie]

Her protector (Austin edition)

Austin Butler x Reader (Elvis version is coming soon!)

Summary: Austin, Y/n’s best friend comes to her rescue on her birthday when her abusive boyfriend gets angry.

Warnings: Abusive partner, broken glass, domestic violence, blood, smut, oral F receiving, after care.

Jamie, my boyfriend, I loved him but he had a temper, but doesn’t everyone? Austin, my childhood best friend hated him for that. Yes, Jamie hit me more than once but I said the wrong thing and it set him off, I shouldn’t have pushed his buttons. Today was my 30th birthday and Austin was coming over to celebrate, my two favorite men in the same room, two arch enemies in the same room. It was Sunday so I knew not to even make a peep to Jamie until half time of his favorite football teams games. I stood in the kitchen making my birthday cake, red velvet with pink cream cheese icing. It was 12:30 and Austin was arriving at 1:30. Finally at 1:00 I had the cake baked and almost cooled so I decided to get dressed, I wore a black sweetheart neckline above the knee dress with flutter sleeves. I put my apron on to protect my dress as I frosted the cake, just as I was carrying the glass bowl of frosting, my cat was behind me and I tripped over her, the glass bowl shattering, small pieces of glass were in my hands, mittens the cat, of course unscathed.

“Babe? Can you help me? I’m sorry to bother you!” I yelled. I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me, angry. Fuck fuck fuck. “What did I tell you about bothering me during my games? Get your ass up.” He spat. I tried to stand up without feeling the glass imbedding in my hands, failing miserably I whined. “Oh shut up.” He said. The moment I stood up he pushed me against the wall. “Are we clear?” He said through gritted teeth. “Crystal.” I spat. “Watch your tone!” He said as he punched me across the face. Just then, the front door opened and Austin watched as fell to the ground, landing on broken glass. I was dizzy and vision blurry, all I could hear was yelling and the sound of skin hitting skin until a loud thump hit the ground. “Come ‘ere.” He said picking me up bridal style. I screamed and kicked until I open my eyes to see Austin holding me. “Its just me, your ok.” He said with sad eyes. “Don’t look back.” He said. I nodded and leaned my head against his chest. He walked out to his car and laid me in the backseat, sitting next to me as he looked me over for injuries. I shook, skin pale as I was in shock, he’d never hit me like that.

“Look at me Y/n.” Austin said. I met his blue eyes, mine filling with tears. “Your ok now, your ok. Are you hurt at all?” He asked. I showed him my hands that were now bleeding a lot worse. “Let’s get you to my house, I’ll take care of you there.” He said, kissed my forehead and got in the drivers seat. I whined as the shock wore off. “A-austin.” I said. “What’s going on? Do you need help? Here I’ll pull over.” He said. “No!” I yelled. “Hey, what’s going on, talk to me.” He said. “Are we almost to your house? M-my hands hurt.” I said. “We’ll be there in a couple of minutes and I’ll get that all taken care of.” He said.

The rest of the drive was silent which was very strange for Austin, he always had the oldies station on the radio. It made me upset since I knew I was the reason it was silent, we should be at the house right now, Austin, Jamie and I should be enjoying cake but instead I had to mess it up. “We’re here.” He said, putting the car into park. He opened the car door for me and helped me out. “Go lay on the bed, I’ll grab the first aid kit.” He said, nodding towards his room. “Okay.” I said as I walked to his room. I made myself comfortable on his bed as I inspected my hands, they hurt, almost as much as my face hurt. He walked in to the room with a washcloth and first aid kit, I opened my mouth to talk but quickly tasted iron on my tongue. “Austin.” I said. “Yeah?” He asked, setting his “doctors station” up. “Is my nose broken?” I sighed. “Let me look.” He said. His gentle hands carefully touched my nose as he inspected it. “It doesn’t look broken, I think it’s just bleeding.” He said. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. Humor is in fact my coping mechanism. “Hey, don’t cry.” He said. “Do you have any tampons?” I asked, slightly laughing through my tears. “No, I don’t.” He said, grabbing tissues from his bedside table.

“Doesn’t your girlfriend have any?” I asked. “Nope.” He said. “Oh, she’s one of those girls that likes to play it risky.” I said. “Y/n, we broke up 3 months ago.” He spat. “I-I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “We haven’t talked in 4.” He said. “4? That can’t be right.” I said. “It is, want me to pull up the texts? Lot’s of one sided conversations.” He said. “I’m sorry, he- he just didn’t want me talking to a lot of people. I’m sorry about your girl.” I said. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine, we never really romantically connected in my opinion.” He said. I held the tissue to my nose as I thought back on our history together. Of course, when you’re best friends at such a young age and you grow into teenagers and hormones kick in you get curious, he was the first boy that ever touched me and my first kiss. It was so special but of course, I played it off after with an “Ew” like he did, I always have wondered if he meant that “Ew”.

I watched as he grabbed tweezers and started moving towards my hand to take out the glass. “Are those eyebrow tweezers?” I asked. “Yes they are, they’re all I have. I can use my big fingers instead.” He said with a laugh. “I think your fingers are quite nice, actually.” I said, not thinking about what I’d just said. His cheeks tinted pink but he brushed it off. “Are you going to go back to him?” He asked. “Um, I might. I love him, he just has his moments, like all of us.” I shrugged. “Oh, all of us hit their girlfriends over a football game, even when they’re hurt?” He asked. “I don’t mean it like that, he just handles his anger differently.” I said. “Oh ok, so when he punches you thats just him expressing himself?” He asked. “Drop it.” I said. “Fine.” He spat and continued his torturous work on my hands.

“Fuck!” I yelled as he worked a large piece out of my skin. “I’m sorry, it’s almost out.” He said. “Oh that’s all you’re sorry about?” I said. “I’m sorry for commenting on your relationship.” He sighed. “I’m 30 now, you have to let me make my own choices.” I said meeting his sad eyes. “I just don’t want you getting hurt again.” He said. “I’ll think about it. What do I do though? He supports me.” I said. “You can stay here.” Austin said as he carefully wrapped my hands in thin layers of gauze. “No way, with all the girls you bring in here I don’t want to hear… y’all.” I said. “If you’re here, I wouldn’t want to bring any girls home.” He said, his eyes meeting mine. There was something different in his eyes, a questioning look. “I don’t want you to have to quit your bachelor life because of me.” I said. “It would be the best thing I’ve ever quit.” He said, his face inching closer to mine. I felt his breath fan over my lips before I leaned forward and crashed my lips onto his. His hands buried into my hair, pulling me impossibly closer. I moaned as his tongue made it’s entrance into my mouth, massaging against my own tongue.

He pulled away from me to catch our breaths but never disconnected our bodies. He pulled me into his lap and started his assault on the sensitive skin of my neck. “Aus..” I moaned as he nipped at my skin. “God, I love you.” He said meeting my eyes, his full of love and lust. “I love you.” I said, grinding my hips down onto his looking for some type of friction. His hips bucked up against mine. I reached down towards the hem of my dress and looked at Austin for help. “Help me? My hands.” I said. His hand reached behind me and slowly dragged the zipper of my dress down, my nerves on fire with every touch. He pulled the dress over my head and my arms rested at my sides. “These were meant for him to see, weren’t they?” Austin asked, playing with the little bow on the front of my pink bra. “Yes..” I mumbled. “And this pretty wet pussy?” He asked, his fingers rubbing over my slit through the fabric of my panties. “Yes.” I said. “Did he ever eat this pretty pussy?” He asked as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, a big wet spot left on them. “Yes.” I said. “Did he make you cum?” He asked, his lips placing kisses on my inner thighs. “No.” I said. “Well that explains why you’re so wet for me, you’ve had to take care of yourself for so long.” He said.

“Yes…” I moaned as he licked a stripe up my dripping pussy, my injured hands carefully burying themselves in his hair. “Oh my God!” I yelled as he took my clit into his mouth, sucking and slightly nipping at it. “Good girl.” He said against my pussy, the vibration making my legs shake. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He asked. “Very.” I said, just as his fingers dipped inside of me, curling against my G-spot. I felt a strong heat building before it snapped, a gush of liquid coming out of my pussy. “Oh my God!” I yelled as I humped his face. Austin, my best friend Austin, made me squirt. My legs shook and my vision white as I rode out the orgasm, Austin not quitting his assault on my pussy. “What a good girl. You got your cum all over me.” He said, rising from the floor as he pulled his soaked shirt off, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He hovered over me and lightly stroked my cheek where a bruise was forming. “Are you feeling ok?” He asked. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, it was amazing.” I said with a small laugh. “I love you.” He said, his lips connecting with mine. My hand carefully reached down to his pants and squeezed his hard cock.

He pulled away from the kiss with a groan. “You need a little help there?” I asked, smiling. “Only if you want to continue.” He said. “Yes.” I said. He stood up from the bed and unbuckled his belt and pulled his black jeans from his body, his boxers following, revealing his large cock. He climbed back on top of me and unclipped my bra before lining up with my entrance. He stroked himself a few times and pushed in, stretching out my walls. He held my hip with one hand and took my breasts in the other, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “You feel amazing, better than I imagined.” He said, his lips placing kisses on my breasts as he thrusted into me. “You’ve imagined this before?” I asked breathlessly, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Since I was 15.” He said against my skin. “So you didn’t mean ew? That has been my daily question for the past 16 years. I said with a small laugh. “Of course not. So that means you’ve imagined this before?” He asked. “Only thing that could get me off.” I said with a moan as he rubbed circles over my clit. “Just like that.” I said.

He continued thrusting hard into me, his balls slapping against my skin. The warmth started building up again and I knew I was close. “I’m going to cum.” I said into his neck as I pulled him closer to me. “Me too, baby.” He said. Him calling me “Baby” threw me over the edge and I clenched around his cock. He thrusted into me as I rode out my orgasm. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself, cumming onto my stomach as I clenched around nothing. He collapsed onto me, his head burying into my neck. “I love you.” He said as we caught our breathes. “I love you so much, Aus.” I said.

He grabbed tissues from his nightstand and cleaned himself and I up before crawling into bed next to me, pulling the blankets over us and holding me close to his chest. “I’m not going back.” I said as I placed kisses on his chest. “Thank you.” He said, kissing my head.

[mooodyblue]

I found your blog about a week ago and I love it !!

I was wondering if you’d write gn reader with Austin who’s just super casually dominant. Like he’ll always keep a hand on them, lead them around when out, buckle their seatbelt for them, engulf their small hand in his etc! Maybe leaning towards cg austin?

thank you friend 🫶🏼 i am absolutely obsessed with these sort of concepts/prompts!!! i just know austin is probably exactly like this 🥺 hope you don't mind that i did headcannons instead cause i could not for the life of me finish the fic i started for this, thank you for the request !! ty @kiankiwi 4 the inspo ~

austin butler h.cs | (sfw) dom!austin

masterlist

austin is the sweet, domestic boyfriend we all need in our lives

the way he is towards you is not something your used to tbh

but austin loves feeling needed!! so he loves doing little things for you, almost coddling you sometimes honestly

anytime he sees you struggle to reach for something, he comes right up behind you and grabs it for you. sometimes he'll lift you up slightly so you can get it yourself

you pout at him and he just gives you a lil kiss and goes on with his day

he wants you to ask him for help!! he doesn't want you to struggle :(

fills up your water bottle constantly for you, knows how to make coffee the way you like it just so it's ready when you get up in the morning

he used to be terrified of just ordering food or having to talk to other people, now he does it for you when you get too anxious about it

he loves hand holding!!! the way your tiny hand fits in his, he thinks it's sooo cute

"why are your hands so big?" "i don't have big hands, yours are just tiny"

tbh, always has a hand on you whether at home or out in public, but especially out in public

literally all public photos of the two of you, he has a hand on your back or waist, or he's holding your hand.

opens and closes the car door for you!!!!!!!!

if you open it yourself, he will literally roll his eyes, close the door and open it himself

buckles you right in too ! even if you fight him saying he doesn't need to be doing all of that lol

if you get nervous at public events with him, he notices right away. he'll take your hand and squeeze it tightly

you tell him to not worry about it and let go of him and he gives you a stern look saying "stop it, give me your hand and don't let go of it. not letting you leave my sight."

lots of "if you're not feeling good, we can go home. just say the word and we'll leave right now." and you're always like "austin i'm fine" and he always comes back with "no, you're not fine. don't lie."

safe to say he is very protective of you so if someone tries to interview you on the red carpet, austin shows up out of nowhere and makes sure you're comfortable

doesn't hesitate to shoo off paps if he has to

sigh. i love him

[blainesebastian]

assurances

words: 1,401 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request for domestic / intimate moments) reader feeling some body image issues and austin is having none of that  notes: masterlist on my sidebar :) thanks for reading!  warnings: body image insecurities  tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted

The dress doesn’t fit.

And of course, because that’s an easy spiral jumping off point, you come to the quick conclusion that none of your dresses in your closet are going to fit.

You’re attending an awards ceremony tonight with Austin, not your first as his date but you’re definitely not at the point where you’re completely comfortable with showing up, either. You’ve learned that even if you don’t exactly care what dress you’re wearing in front of cameras and small cameo interviews that other people certainly do. It shouldn’t matter at the end of the day, you know that and yet it’s something uncomfortable to sit with when you’re not feeling your best.

There’s plenty of beautiful, successful women at awards ceremonies that love hugging your boyfriend. Can you even blame them? And that’s so not the point—you know that, and yet you can’t help but jump into comparisons to yourself when the zipper of one of your favorite dresses won’t pull up all the way. Not even halfway.

Your frustration is two-fold because you wanted to try on this dress last week because it’s been a while since you’ve worn it but were too lazy to at the time, telling yourself the comforting lie that it’d fit just fine as it always has. And then on top of everything else, you spent a little more time in the shower (with Austin) than you intended and now you both are running late to this event.

Groaning in frustration as you look at yourself in the full-length mirror by your bed, you tug off the strapless dress that’s bunching in weird ways thanks to this zipper debacle and toss it with zero abandon across the room.

“Whoa,” Austin moves quickly out of the way as he comes into the bedroom, the flying dress nearly missing his head as he attempts to fix one of his cufflinks.

He looks impeccable, because of course he does, in a simple black on black look—the only spots of color are the emerald shade to the collar of his button down that matches the expensive leather booties he’s wearing. Gold accent jewelry—a few rings, a thin gold chain, the cufflinks. You feel like it’s beyond easy for him to pull this off, effortlessly handsome. Which is unintentionally making you feel worse.

“Miss Scarlet in the master bedroom with the projectile dress.” He teases, reaching to touch your waist.

You slip out of his touch before his hands can connect, wandering over to your closet to look inside and somehow find something to wear. Your cheeks are red, skin hot to the touch as you rub them gently, trying to swallow down waves of emotion threatening to slam into your ribcage.

“You mise well go without me, we’re already late and I have no idea what I’m fucking going to wear.” You throw your hands up in exasperation, diving into your closet and trying not to just yank things off hangers but you’re upset.

It’s not…just about the dress not fitting, that kinda thing happens—fine, whatever. But you realize how much you’re in the public eye sometimes and people, headlines, gossip, can be cruel. Gaining a few pounds in-between films in your downtime shouldn’t be that big of a deal, and yet it feels like that given the dress you want to wear is lying on the floor near the doorframe. It’s inside out and in a very sad distorted shape, as if glaring at you.  

Austin moves slowly, leaning against the closet door. He shrugs his shoulder out of the corner of your eye, “Take your time, I don’t care if we’re late—if I was super concerned with it, I wouldn’t have tugged you into the shower with me,” He smiles a little, especially when you scoff out a short laugh and turn to look at him, “I knew exactly what I was doin’.”

You appreciate the sentiment, knowing he’s trying to get you to calm down without saying the exact words. So you take in a short breath and motion to the dress on the floor with your chin, “The dress I wanted to wear tonight doesn’t fit.” And your voice is…smaller? than you intend it to be, like you have some reason to be embarrassed.

Your jaw works as you continue talking and you realize that while Austin does that sometimes when he’s angry, you’re doing it now so you don’t do something worse—like cry. “I’m just not sure what to wear. I mean I guess it doesn’t exactly matter if we match but like, you look perfect like you always do.”

Another laugh flutters out of your mouth but it’s heavier this time, weighted with emotion and you bite down on the inside of your cheek as you reach for another dress to see if it’s fancy enough to wear out tonight.

Austin’s quiet for a few moments, reaching into the closet to pull out this sherpa onesie you wear when the weather gets really cold, “Why don’t you wear this?”

You’re so startled by the suggestion that a noise of amusement leaves your lips but it knocks a few tears down your cheeks too that were sitting along your eyelids, “I don’t think this is what they meant exactly by ‘formal wear’.” You touch the sherpa with one hand while the other quickly wipes your face. Luckily your makeup isn’t done yet so you’re not messing anything up.

“I don’t care what you wear to this thing.”

You sigh softly, chin tipped towards the ceiling, “Austin.”

“I mean it, look at me.” It takes a moment, like you somehow have to rack up the courage to look at your boyfriend’s face…which feels utterly ridiculous because this man has seen you at some of your worst moments.

But eventually, you do, slow gaze towards his warm, blue eyes. Austin reaches up and cups your cheeks with both hands, his thumbs running along your cheekbones. You lean into the touch, your eyes closing for a few moments as you dip your chin to press a kiss to one of his palms. It’s silent moments of touch, shared breathing, and intimacy that heat your entire body from the ground up.

“C’mere,” He says, motioning towards the bedroom, “I wanna show you somethin’.”

“We are so late.” You groan but Austin doesn’t seem to care, taking your hand to tug you towards…the full-length mirror.

Once you realize what he’s doing, you begin to squirm, muttering his name and a few grievances underneath your breath. He doesn’t seem to notice, standing his ground as he places you in front of him, on full display as you stand there in your strapless bra and high waisted seamless underwear, pressed back against his chest.

His arms slide around your waist, fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear as he leans down and presses a kiss to your shoulder and a ticklish spot along your neck. A gentle breath leaves your lips and your eyes close, tipping your head back to rest against him.

“You’re beautiful, alright?” He says after a moment, soft, like a promise. He kisses your cheek and then holds your gaze in the mirror when you open your eyes again. “I meant what I said—I don’t care what you wear this thing, could pick an oversized t-shirt for all that.”

Chewing on your lower lip, you smile a little, turning in his arms to face him. One of your hands settle on his chest, playing with one of the buttons of his shirt. “One of your shirts maybe?”

He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, hand sliding up your back to unclip your bra, “Would rather you didn’t wear anythin’ at all.”

A laugh empties into his mouth, the bra falling to the floor as Austin begins to slowly back you up until the inside of your knees hits the edge of the bed. “I don’t think that’s recommended.” Then you kiss him because he’s driving you crazy and you’re unsure you can stop yourself, wrapping arms around his neck. “Late.” You whisper again, just in case it hasn’t registered the first few times.

But Austin doesn’t seem to care, smiling as he leans down to kiss you again, both of you ending up mapped out along one another on top of the bed.

[nouearth]

thinking about husband!austin butler who wakes you up kissing your back and hugging you tightly after an intense and long night of sex. whispering with his deep morning voice. "Good morning, my dear husband…"

💌 : gasps. how did you know i've been having domestic thoughts about austin. the way goosebumps would raise all over your back and arms as he's nuzzling his stubble against your skin. sigh. to live a life as austin's husband.......