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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.

YouTube credit to Hits Radio

[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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[your-nanas-house]

"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.

[kinascum]

TO OUR FUTURE SELVES ᯓ★

Austin Butler x Reader

wc: im too lazy | summary: He chuckles, a dumb smile on his face “I’m recording a video for our future kids.” | nav - taglist

The living room was a warm haven, bathed in the soft glow of the Christmas lights still lingering from a few days ago. A gentle hum of contentment filled the air as the crackling fireplace threw playful shadows on the walls. You sat there, nestled into the embrace of the couch, a steaming cup of tea in your hands, the warmth seeping into your fingers. The house felt alive with the whispers of memories, each corner holding onto a fragment of laughter or a soft, shared smile.

Austin walked in, his eyes bright with excitement, cradling a device that looked like a relic from a bygone era. It was the camcorder you'd gifted him, the same model his parents had used to capture his childhood. He raised it, pointing it at you, and your heart fluttered with a mix of amusement and affection. He hit the record button with a dramatic flourish, and you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

"Hey, future kids," he began, speaking into the camera lens as if it were a portal to another time. "It's your old man, capturing today's magic for you to cherish. Can you believe we're already three days into the new year?" His voice was a comforting murmur, a gentle background to the quiet evening.

You watched him, your curiosity piqued as he panned the camera around the room, capturing the flickering lights, the slightly wilted Christmas tree, and the pile of gifts that had yet to be put away. His eyes met yours over the camera's viewfinder, and you felt a silent conversation pass between you. This was something new, something unexpectedly sweet and nostalgic. The mundane was suddenly filled with a poignant significance.

"And here we have your mom, enjoying a well-deserved break after the holidays," he continued, the lens zooming in to frame your face. You sipped your tea, feigned surprise, and waved at the camera with a laugh. "She's the glue that holds this crazy family together," he said with a wink, and your cheeks grew warm under the scrutiny of the small, digital eye. The intimacy of the moment was oddly amplified by the camera's presence. It was as if the future was watching, eager to share in this quiet slice of your life.

The camcorder whirred softly as it recorded, the red light a steady heartbeat. Austin padded over to the couch and sat down next to you, his arm draped casually over the back. The weight of his hand on your shoulder was a silent reassurance, a promise that he'd always be there to capture these moments, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.

"This is just a typical evening for us," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Your mom and I, just being us." He leaned in to give you a peck on the cheek, the sudden closeness making you blush even more. The camera caught the brief flash of affection, the sound of his lips against your skin muffled by the fabric of your sweater. It was a simple, domestic scene, but to the future children who would watch this, it would be a treasure trove of love and comfort.

The fire popped and crackled, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. Austin turned the camera to the flames, their mesmerizing dance reflected in his eyes. "Remember this warmth," he said to the future, "and know that it's always here for you, in our hearts and in this home." He paused, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Merry belated Christmas, from the past."

With that, he reached out and hit the stop button. The red light winked out, and the room fell back into its quiet rhythm. He set the camcorder aside and pulled you into a hug, the warmth of his body pressing against yours. "Merry Christmas, love," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

The scene was over, the memory stored, but the feeling lingered. You leaned into his embrace, savoring the moment, knowing that in years to come, you'd watch this video together, your hearts swelling with the love that had only grown stronger with time. The future felt closer, more tangible, as if you were already sharing a secret smile with the little ones who would one day call you 'Mom' and 'Dad'.

[eternal-love]

LOVE IT. NEED TO HAVE A CHILD W HIM

𝐵𝑒𝑑𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒 | Austin Butler

• Summary : Y/n's and Austin's daughter is having a hard time sleeping, and all she want to do is dance with her daddy.

• Pairing : dad! Austin Butler x mom! reader

• Warnings : none, fluff and maybe typos

• Guide : y/d/n means your daughter's name

The living room is filled with soft light of a lamp and light from TV you and Austin are watching. All around on the floor are discarded toys that your three year old daughter played with before you put her to bed.

You lie tiredly next to Austin, his arm around your shoulder. You have something to do to stay awake because your daughter is tireless and is probably the most active child, which is making you incredibly tired but happy.

The quiet hum of the TV is broken by the sound of your y/d/n's room door being opened. With concern, both you and Austin, look in the door, where you can hear the small footsteps approaching the living room.

As soon as you see y/d/n, you absolutely melt. Her hair are messy, wearing her floral pyjama. She rubs her eye with one hand and holds her favorite stuffed dog in the other. "Mama, dada, I can't slweep."

"Ohh, poor baby girl," Austin sits down, taking her on his lap. "How so you can't sleep, sweetie?" you ask, smoothing her wild blonde hair with your hand. She's the true copy of Austin. Beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair and the cutest little nose.

"I wanna dance, mama!" You and Austin exchange smiley face. Ever since she saw Austin as Elvis, and his breathtaking dance movements, she wanted to be like him. "But you should be sleeping, little princess,"

"Dada, dance with me?" Austin looks at you, questioningly, but you nod. "Alright, but you'll go back to sleep afterwards, okay?" Y/d/n throws her hands in the air, cheering.

You can see her as Austin's twin. And you love her even more for that — because she looks like someone you love so much. Austin searches up for Y/d/n's favorite song from him as Elvis which is Trouble.

As soon as the song starts playing, the little one starts jumping and sway her hips, almost like Austin did during this performance. "Dada, dance wit' me!" Austin laughs, almost too shy to dance in front of his wife and daughter.

"Nobody told me we'd be performing in front of mommy today!" he exclaims, taking y/d/n from the floor, so that she 'flies' in the air. And as soon as But if you're gonna start a rumble don't you try it on alone part comes, Austin switches into his Elvis dance mode.

You can't help but laugh, recording this cute moment as Austin and her dance together, the room filled with laughter and giggles. "Dance like Elvis, daddy!" y/d/n smiled, admiring the way Austin dances. You watched this whole scenario with full heart.

This is the life you and Austin have dreamed of. You, him and the little family that the both of created. Dancing tired y/d/n, so a moment later she fell asleep in Austin's arms.

Austin gets up and goes to put her back in her bed. When he comes back he sees your grin. "What are you smiling at?" he asks, sitting on the couch. "You have perfect dance moves." you tease him, as he pulls you closer.

"Ya know, Elvis' dance skills ate unforgettable," he looks in your eyes. "But we should try make y/d/n brother, so you have someone to dance with, too."

"Austin!!" you slap his shoulder playfully. "Behave a little."

"C'mon, you love me tho," Austin kisses you. "I do love you. I love both of you so much."

"I love my girls too."

[softboo]

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

next part

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.”

[peggyao3]

For this day, I would like to recommend a fic ❤️ It's a long but incredibly entertaining read with a unique set-up that I've never seen before. It's full of tension, fluff, angst, falling in love and smut. Also featuring jealous Austin who is my favorite 🔥 How does it fit into the Hollywood theme? Well, the FMC gets to work with Hollywood celebrity Austin Butler himself, as well as Baz Luhrman and even gets to meet Tom Hanks and Priscilla Presley in the course of the fic.

— Crossing That Line by StoryTime3

— PAIRING: Austin Butler x f!Reader

— TAGS: Romance, Drama, Fluff, Smut, Elvis Presley Played By Austin Butler, Mentions of Elvis Presley Songs, Romantic Comedy, Marijuana, Masturbation, Oral SexSex, Rough Sex, Inspired by Elvis Presley Songs, Semi-Public Sex, Shower Sex, Drunkenness, Dirty Talk, Stripping, Dirty Thoughts, Public Sex, Domestic Fluff, Elvis Impersonator, Love, Fate, Daddy Kink, Ass Play, Butt Slapping, Anal Sex, Panty Kink

— SUMMARY: You can’t believe it! You are one of two lucky winners of the ‘If I Can Dream’ contest! And that means you get to help work on ‘Elvis: One Weekend Only’ the Charity Concert Series in Vegas directed by the insanely talented Baz Luhurmann and staring the one and only insanely talented Austin Butler.

You are just honored to be there to help the world see EP as you do, the most brilliant entertainer of all time.

But of course, when Austin Butler is around, living in the same hotel as you, rehearsing as Elvis, you suddenly find it really hard to stop yourself from crossing over certain lines, especially when he starts to develop a special certain interest in you.

@dailydoseofaustinbutler

[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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[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

[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

[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.......

[ab4eva]

Elvis Presley Masterlist

- Series -

• Tomorrow Will Be Too Late (Elvis x Reader - 18+)

• Just Like A Woman (Elvis Presley x Reader - 18+)

Part 1

Part 2

- One Shots -

• Gold Rush (Big Daddy Elvis Presley x Reader - 18+)

• Wouldn’t It Be Nice - Sarge & Lil Mama Series (Elvis Presley collab w/ @therealslimshakespeare)

- Celebration Prompts -

• “Did I stutter?”

• “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

• “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

• Elvis Presley & Austin Butler interact

• “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

• “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

• Elvis & Intensity

• Elvis & Comfy

• Elvis & Tough

• Elvis & Chocolate

• Domestic 60’s Era Movie Elvis (headcanon)

• Hippie Elvis (headcanon)

[gonehollywoodtea]

all hail, the gossip queen is here! i'm excited to share what i've seen, what i've heard, and more importantly what you kittens have shared with me!

miss megan thee stallion seems set on having her hot girl summer with some festival performances in the pipeline, but will that summer include a baby?! my sources have chimed in with her dropping the potential p word in conversation, and given she's been spending a lot of time with her hottie with a body boyfriend alexander skarsgard, sounds like we know what they've been up to! i mean, these two hotties would create an absolutely stunning child, so here i am, all for this! we'll keep our eyes peeled to see if she pops up with a pregnancy test in hand.

the name on everyone's lips is zendaya!! while that's always been the case because let's be real, girlie's been making career moves for the better part of a decade now, no surprise that she's in demand when it comes to love arena too! sources have confirmed that since her split with spiderman, she's been spending quite a lot of time with dune co-star austin butler, the duo making multiple cozied up appearances together during the nine day cruise. she's also been seen in rather friendly conversations with kang yeosang and ariana grande, ooh la la! certainly one to keep your eye on for providing all the salaciousness, and we love a queen who can deliver.

it looks like lovely ladies kehlani and leigh-anne pinnock have been cozying up for quite some time, and we fully support a power couple in these two! so is it any surprise they might be heading into serious territory? sources confirm that kehlani has made the move to london, the city where miss leigh-anne resides. have they gotten serious enough for the domestic bliss of moving in together territory? i do believe so! and if that's the case, good for them!

joseph quinn has been hollywood's new british playboy since stranger things, when everyone fell head over hills for eddie munson. and it seems he has a new admirer who's joined the pack: kat dennings! the fab marvel star was overheard expressing her admiration for joseph's chocolate button eyes, and isn't she all of us! question is, does joseph reciprocate? will these two be the next item?! time will tell, and can't wait to see if we have a new coupling to speculate about.

i think the nine day cruise antics awards have to go to mister sebastian stan and mister bill skarsgard for getting a little too drunk on the beach! witnesses say the boys got entirely too wasted, to the stripping and skinny dipping point! to which i say, what the fuck, you two? where was my invitation?! that transgression aside, it's one thing to get drunk and strip one time, though if this becomes a regular occurrence? i may have some questions and speculations for you two.

that's all from your gossip queen! keep giving me intel, and more importantly, keep doing things to entertain me! xoxo

mentioned: @houstonhcttie @alexjhskarsgard @dayamsc @butlerhq @yeosvngie @goneariana @lcighannnes @wanderingkehlani @josephafq @katdengz @stanbastian @skarsgardhqs