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angelinajoulie · 1 year

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At his mercy.

Rating: 18+ MDNI. You read at your own risk.

Pairing: dom!Austin Butler x shy!girlfriend!reader

Summary: Austin fucks you in his ‘The late late show’ suit.

Warnings: NSFW. SMUT. this is PURE FILTH; age gap; austin is definitely a DOM in this (you can't tell me otherwise); swearing; pet names; fingers sucking; oral (m receiving); size kink; praise kink; austin referring to himself as daddy (just twice); unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it); creampie; cockwarming (sorta??).

a/n: English is not my first language, this is the first time I’ve written from Italian to English and after two months of writing and translating this work I really don't know what came out, so please forgive any mistake✨ leave a comment down here and let me know what you think✨

Enjoy!

It's late at night, the lights outside are already out, and the street lamps are the only ones left to light the wet road while everything around is sleeping and waiting for a new day to come. Not a sound, not a noise is bothering the atmosphere outside except for the sweet rustles of trees on the street as a black Range Rover nears the driveway.

Shortly after, the sudden noise of a door opening makes you skip a beat, taking you off-guard and waking you from your sleep. He is back.

Your eyelids open slowly and you instinctively look at the alarm on the nightstand. 1:30 am.

"As usual," you think.

It takes you a little to realize that you fell asleep too early and didn't wait awake for him— as you always do, but you had a very stressful day at college and you couldn't help yourself to give in to the comfy bed beneath you.

So you decide to wait for him to make his way into the bedroom before you can close your eyes again.

You hear him from upstairs while he tosses the keys on the side table at the entrance, then a series of muffled noises follow.

And then, again, silence.

You feel your eyes getting heavy and you know that you'll fall asleep soon. But not without him.

And noticing he's still not gone upstairs yet you decide to get down to him.

You rise from the bed and a breath of wind wraps around your shoulders as soon as the blanket leaves your body, leading you to wear your white satin robe before going downstairs.

Your bare feet meet every cold step unnoticeably, the high temperature difference between the two floors causing you to shrug.

You're searching for him, your eyes are looking at every corner of the living room while waiting to catch his figure until your feet finally touch the ground.

You see him.

Standing in front of the cupboard against the wall, bottle in his hand as he pours himself a large glass of whiskey.

Austin.

He is wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit from Prada that perfectly matches his blue eyes, the jacket left open to reveal a black mesh shirt, half undone and barely covering his toned, tanned chest.

It suits him heavenly.

His eyes look up to meet yours as soon as he feels your presence.

“Hey” he murmurs in a low and raspy voice.

“Hi” you respond and get closer to him, trying to greet him properly.

Seeing you lean in he puts the bottle back in its place and in no time you feel his arm around your waist. Austin lowers his head for his lips to meet yours in a chaste and tender kiss, the first one after an entire day away from each other.

Your hand travels up his spine, reaching the nape of his neck and starting caressing it, your fingers sneaking between his hair gently as you hold yourself closer to his chest. His body is so warm against yours, his warmth filling your heart completely and making you feel safe in the tight grip of his strong arms.

You’ve missed him so much.

The last period has been very exhausting for him, every day passes between interviews, photoshoots and premieres and he's terribly busy, and considering that you too have your things to do with college and all, you're both forced to be apart from each other. But despite all of this, you always try to do your best to support him, following him at the events when possible or watching him on TV, waiting for him until he gets home— like you should've done today too.

Soon your lips move away with a tiny 'pop' and your eyes meet, a shy smile appearing on both of your faces.

“How was your day?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Great, just a lil tiring” he sighs, caressing your hip gently “have you seen the show?”

You nod without hesitation.

“Of course I did,” a sense of pride overwhelms you seeing him smile slightly at your obviousness “just for you.”

“Really?” he grins, pretending to be surprised as his eyes look down at yours and you nod again.

“Yeah”

“Good girl” he places two of his fingers under your chin, lifting it up for your lips to meet his again in a quick kiss before he pulls away from you and takes the full glass of whiskey in his hand.

You shudder thinking about the pet name.

Good girl...

“And what about you? How was college today?”

Your gaze never leaves him, following each one of his movements while he reaches the couch and takes a seat between the black leather cushions. A shiver runs down your spine, stopping right on your lower stomach. Your mind gets fuzzy, distracting you from his question.

Legs wide apart, broad shoulders resting on the back of the sofa, his right hand on his knee and thigh as the left one brings the edge of the glass towards his mouth, needing a sip. The bitter and yellowish liquid runs down his throat, and his eyes shut just for a second until he swallows it, licking his plump lips after.

You feel yourself throb around nothing at the sight of him manspreading, and your thighs instantly rub together at the thought of every single time you've seen him doing that same thing: eyes closed, lips and tongue wet— not from whiskey.

You don't know why, you don't even know how to explain it to yourself, but seeing him like this sparked something inside you since you saw him on ‘The Late Late Show’ tonight. Something able to keep your mouth shut and your eyes glued to him.

He looks so confident. So dominant. So powerful. Right now, he could move mountains at his pleasure just by lifting a finger if he only wanted to.

And that damn suit... God, you want to sit on his lap so bad.

You'd do it immediately if only you weren't so shy to stand still at your place, merely biting at your lower lip while fantasizing about the mighty man in front of you, a gesture so simple but not enough to go unnoticed— not to him. Not to Austin.

His icy eyes linger on you again and this is the exact moment where you come back to reality and blush.

“What's up?” your awkwardness leads you to open your mouth and talk before you can remember a very important detail.

You still haven't answered his question.

“I asked you” he emphasizes, his tone sharp and deep as he takes in another sip and his tongue runs over his lips to wipe them more slowly and languidly than before, never taking his eyes off of yours “how was college today, angel?”

A mischievous grin appears on his face, the name that always knew how to make your stomach twirl makes you understand everything.

You got caught.

“G-good...” you stutter, coughing slightly as your cheeks are on fire for both arousal and embarrassment in front of that one clear consciousness.

You have a lot on your mind at the moment, a thousand thoughts are running through your head and Austin can read every single one of them.

And you know that he can, you know that he knows what you're thinking about.

Austin knows everything about you.

Because he knows you too well.

He can see from a mile away that something inside you snapped. Your body language is enough to let him know what you want and what you need.

He's tired, the only thing he needs at the moment is to finish his drink, take his clothes off and go to sleep with you, but seeing you wearing nothing but that white silk robe that barely covers your thighs as you bashfully bite your lip, thinking about all the shameless things you want him to do to you, is enough to drive him crazy too.

Because he'll never get enough of you.

He lifts his right hand and two of his fingers gesture you to get close.

“C'mere” his order is like liquid gold for you. You walk towards him without blinking, reaching the couch, stepping in front of him as if you've been waiting to all day.

Austin quickly swallows the last drop of whiskey, leaving the now empty glass on the table before grabbing your wrist and putting you between his spread legs.

His fingers manage to undo the tight bow of your robe, taking it off of you to reveal a lovely black satin nightie under it, one of the many he bought you to make up for the many others he ripped off of your body: soft to the touch, lightweight, with thin stripes and lace hems, short enough to leave your ass exposed.

No doubt that it's his favorite one. You're a goddess in it.

His forefinger traces a line up your thigh and reaches the hem of your nightie, your cheeks reddening as soon as he lifts it up, giving you goosebumps.

Austin feels his cock throb in his pants at the sight.

You aren't wearing panties. As he wished.

“No panties, mh?” you shook your head no, feeling the heat starting to pool right on your bare center and your heart pounding in your chest.

You feel so exposed under his touch, so weak, so small, so vulnerable at the feeling of your skin burning under his lingering hot gaze. Your body is completely at his mercy, poorly covered by that tiny piece of fabric while Austin still has his suit on, fully clothed from head to toe, looking at you like an uncompromising master who's thinking about the right treat for his good submissive. And in the darkest and deepest part of yourself, you're loving it.

You love that he always wants to be in control. You love being controlled by him.

At the moment you just want to follow his rules, please him, worship him, be punished if needed, because you want to be a good girl for him and him only.

“Get on your knees, angel.” and when his order comes, you can do nothing more than obey.

Your knees fall to the floor with a soft thud, hands anchored on his thick thighs as you're face to face with his crotch.

Austin's fingers are under your chin again, a gentle reminder for you to pull your gaze up to his face, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.

His baby blues are darkened, filled with craving and lust as they meet your shy and innocent ones waiting for mercy, for him to choose their fate and what is better for them.

Like an angel at God's feet.

“You're such a good little girl for me, you know this?” his voice gets deeper enough to make you feel soaked as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“So submissive” he praises you in a whisper, his calloused digits moving to caress your cheek, allowing you to surrender to his touch by resting your head on his thigh.

“So responsive” the intense feeling of the cold gold of his rings hits your warm skin and your spine tingles.

His voice is so soft, yet so firm while he praises you that a weak moan leaves your parted lips, Austin taking advantage of it to shove two of his long fingers in your mouth. You know what to do so you embrace them with no hesitation and start sucking, wrapping your lips and tongue around his knuckles as the metallic taste grows strong in your mouth.

“So greedy...”

You are a vision to him, you look so tempting that his hand falls on his crotch to palm himself, his growing erection begging to be freed from his slacks and swallowed up by your throat.

“Bet your pretty little head's just thinking about one thing since I came home, doesn't it?” you nod frantically, his wet digits still in your mouth before he retracts them.

“Use your words.” authority drips from his tone and you sigh.

“Y-yes...” not enough.

“Yes what, angel?” your head lowers again in front of his request but he holds you still in place, grabbing your jaw “Look at me”

“I...” words get stuck in your throat, too shy to let them slip out easily.

“C'mon, don't be shy. Wanna hear you say it” he spurs “what's on your mind?”

Your heart keeps pounding as never before, and at this point, you don't even know how but you say it.

“I want your cock.”

“And where do you want it, angel?” he smirks as he adjusts himself between the cushions, your thighs clenching together to hide the wetness between them.

You love everything about him and the thing you love most is that he's able to read your mind without talking, but right now it seems like he has forgotten about this ability of his own. And you're hating him for this.

Because you know he's doing it on purpose.

He wants to hear your voice.

He wants to hear you beg.

He wants to hear your innocent mouth tell him the dirty things you want from him, the things he knows that make you feel all small and weak.

For this reason you swallow thickly, and gasping with your heart on your sleeve, you answer.

“In m-my mouth.”

“Then take it.” his words are the only green light you needed to put your shyness aside and leave room for the actions you're going to do in silence.

You reach the fly of his trousers with both hands, unzipping it and slipping between the black fabric of his briefs, freeing his cock.

You take it in your hand, he's already hard as it springs free against his stomach, the contact of your fingers against his weak flesh making him gasp.

You feel him. Long, warm and veiny, the tip already reddened and leaking with precum.

Your mouth waters at the sight. You need to make him feel good so bad.

You sit better on your own thighs, adjusting yourself to avoid the feeling of your knees pressing against the carpet before running your hand along his shaft.

Your strokes are slow and gentle, your fingers applying a small amount of pressure, making him breathe heavily.

“Angel...” he's so eager to feel you, the way his hips are bucking up to meet your strokes is silently proving it. So you decide to indulge him.

You lean forward and your lips start kissing his length from the base to the tip. You tease his slit with your thumb before starting to leave kitten licks on his head, feeling his salty taste exploding on your taste buds.

“Mmm, little one...” a deep groan falls from his lips and goes straight to your soaked center, making you shudder in your place “I love feeling your mouth on my cock...”

He seems so much weaker than before, and a strong sense of power washes over you.

“Fuck...” he swears, adjusting the blonde locks falling on his forehead.

The sensation of your warm mouth around his girth already sending him into a state of pure bliss “I'm not going to last long”.

You take a deep breath through your nose and start sucking, slowly moving your head up and down his cock as far as you can, trying your best to please him. His hand ends behind your head, his fingers holding you close to him as he'd never let you go.

“Yes, baby” he grunts “you feel so good”

Arousal is growing more and more inside of you, your pussy getting wetter as juices start flowing out of you because of hearing him moan.

You feel so bold right now, a sense of euphoria takes over you all of a sudden and makes you grind uncontrollably, searching for friction to ease the ache between your thighs while your head bobs faster around him.

“Yes, just like that, keep going baby...” you do as you're told. You keep sucking, and Austin's grip between your hair tightens.

The cool metal of his rings presses against the nape of your neck, his knuckles turning white and his protruding veins popping out as he applies more pressure to guide your hips at his own pace, making you feel trapped under his grip— under his control.

Right now you're the one giving him pleasure but it doesn't matter. He'll always know how to control you and be in charge.

Your throat is becoming sore and dry, some locks are covering your sweaty forehead and falling on his pubic bone as little tears are forming at the corners of your eyes.

You're a complete mess.

“My pretty little angel- shit, I'm going to fuck your pussy so good” his promise hits you right at your core and a choked moan escapes from your lips, the vibration is so intense against the head of his cock that he jerks frantically.

“Oh god!” his eyebrows furrow, his tight grip around your neck forces you to swallow more of him until he's hitting the back of your throat.

You can't take it anymore. You pull away from him, your fingers never stopping to rub his cock. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you breathe feverishly, searching for air to fill your lungs but Austin is quicker than any move you can make and leans toward your lips.

“Wanna cum inside you.” he tugs you into his mouth hungrily and you moan in both surprise and excitement. You are both panting at the same pace, his tongue slides into your wide-open mouth starting a steamy make-out session where your lips crash between grunts and bite each other without mercy.

Austin moves both his hands on your covered back and you sit up to climb on top of him. Your legs surround his thick thighs and your hands run everywhere on his sweaty chest and around his neck.

“I love you” he breathes on your lips, between heated kisses “so much”

“I love you too, Aus- ah!” his throbbing cock pushes against your soaked folds, making you gasp and jolt. The thrill is too much, you're so desperate that you start grinding against him, searching for friction to stop the hundreds of shocks running down your spine and hitting your womanhood repeatedly.

Your skin burns under his touch. You want him. You need him. You crave him.

And he knows it.

His hand stops on your asscheek, underneath the fabric of your nightie as his teeth keep biting your bottom lip voraciously, his fingers squeezing your flesh before grasping the hem of your nightie.

Austin takes it off of you and tosses it to the side.

Now you're fully naked on his lap, your breasts are pressed against his half-covered chest and your stomach shakes at the sensation of being so exposed while he's overdressed.

He leans forward a bit enough to bring his hands behind his back and take off his jacket.

“No!” your voice leaves your throat in a worried shriek, bringing out a primal emotion hidden in the deepest part of you.

Austin halts and looks you in the eyes, urging you to give him reasons. You blush.

You can't run away.

“L-leave it on...” you swallow thickly, hair falling on your face, hiding your awkwardness from him. Right now you're ashamed to death for this implied confession and his silence is not helping to ease your feeling.

He simply keeps staring at you, with those damned eyes that know how to make you melt, and without saying a word he kisses you again.

His tongue hungrily pushes itself into your mouth, giving you goosebumps as his fingers slide down straight between your folds, coating in your juices.

Now he can feel it.

“Fuck, you're dripping” his touch is so slight and lasts only for a moment, making you moan against his lips "all this wet just for sucking daddy's cock and seeing him in this suit, mh?"

“Please, Aus...”

“Who knew a stupid suit would make my little girl so eager?”

You don't answer and your shyness seems to no longer exist.

You just keep grinding against him, more desperate than ever while his tip rubs against your throbbing clit; he grasps his cock with his hand, adjusting himself on the couch and lining up with your slit, teasing it as your heart aches in eagerness and you can do nothing more than keep begging him shamelessly.

Hearing you beg is making him crazy, he swears he could stand still for hours only to hear you beg with your tear-filled eyes, but right now he just wants you too much to do it.

“Please, I need you”

You don't need to say anything else. His tip pushes inside your cunt and right after he grips your waist forcefully. His entire length slides inside you slowly, your mouth curving in a perfect 'o' from which nothing comes out as you pull away from his lips. Your breath hitches as he makes you sink onto him until you feel his pubic bone hitting against your swollen clit.

You're stuck, unable to breathe. You squeeze your eyes shout and cry out.

“Oh!” you feel so full. Full of him.

He gives you a few seconds to get used to his presence inside you and a heavy breath releases from his chest.

“Shit, you're so tight” he curses under his breath, bottom lip between his sparkling teeth and eyes closed for pleasure.

And then he starts guiding you onto him and you let yourself get carried by his hands, feeble like jelly as you meet his thrusts, moving slowly, moaning weakly.

“Aus” you whimper, each one of your moves against him only stretching you open more.

“Shh angel, you can handle it” he coos softly in your ear, leaving sweet kisses behind your lobe, helping you to ease the pain.

Your thighs are trembling as they wrap around his and your fingers slide between his blonde locks, trying to hold him closer than ever.

From this position, you can feel him completely. Every inch, curve, vein, and single part of him is inside you to the brim and is filling you perfectly with a combination of pain and pleasure that only Austin can give you.

You open your eyes and look at him. He's already staring at you and now your gazes lock together, making you both feel more connected with your soul than just your bodies and skin.

Your breaths mingle, your lips only a few inches distant from each other and ready to touch again with each thrust.

“You're taking me so well” he murmurs.

His forehead is sweaty, his lips are plump and red like yours, his jaw clenching as he watches you fall apart on his cock and babble something in response before moaning, struggling to take him.

You feel that familiar coil growing in you, your walls clench around his girth and you feel the base of your stomach burn every time his tip caresses your cervix.

It's too much for you. You stop, ready to surrender to his touch, but Austin holds you in place.

“Ah-ah. Stay still, pretty girl.” his fingers force you to sit straight, impaling you more and more on his cock.

“I-i can't...”

“C'mon little one, don't be a brat” he warns you as he starts guiding your hips again, with slow but intense strokes, the stimulation leading a whine to escape your lips before you stop again.

“Hmmph... t-too much...” you babble, it's the only thing you're barely able to say. You can't even talk.

It's so good, you just wish you had the strength to ride him faster but his cock's hitting you so deep you swear you could die in his arms.

Suddenly something draws his attention and forces him to look down.

You feel his hand press on your belly and you gasp in surprise. So you lower your head as well and see the outline of his cock poking out of your stomach.

The vision makes his cock twitch and your walls squeeze around him. He's in your guts.

“God, you look so hot like this” his gaze is burning on your skin, and you can say he definitely loves the sight in front of him. His pupils are dilated, and his breath is getting heavier. He's addicted “Small, desperate, and full of my cock”

You moan hard, turned on by his words and seeing how much he's going deep inside you with every stroke.

“‘s so deep inside you, uh?” he mocks you, his thumb rubbing your tummy as your eyes meet each other again.

“Y-yes! S-so deep” hearing your voice cracked and desperate leads him to one conclusion.

“Think you need daddy's help” suddenly his grip on your flesh tightens and with no warning he pushes you down onto him brutally, slamming his cock into you, bucking his hips upwards to start thrusting deeper, harder.

In a matter of seconds, your nails dig into the back of his hands and you scream, tilting your head back in pleasure.

“Aus- oh, god!” you moan louder, your mouth wide open as ecstasy takes over you, leading you to shake uncontrollably against his hips, making him grunt and moan.

“Keep moving, angel, don't stop...” he whispers as you try to follow his orders as far as your body permits you.

His cock is buried in you, he is fucking you so good you're barely able to move properly.

“Yes, just like that, baby, you're so good” his words keep hitting at your core, only spurring you to push yourself to your own limits as he starts leaving wet kisses on your throat “My good girl...”

"Please, please, please!" the fire inside you is ready to burst, your peak is getting closer and you want more.

“You wanna cum, angel?”

“Yes, yes please, n-need to cum!” hot tears start streaming down your cheeks and you moan again, again and again, scratching his hands and leaving bruises on his knuckles.

Everything seems to be so intense. Sweat is soaking your bodies, immersing you both in a hot-as-hell shower. The wet sound of bones and skins slapping floods your ears, your juices flowing down your thighs ruining the fine fabric of his expensive trousers.

You're so close and so is he. You feel in heaven.

“Then cum baby, cum around my cock” his voice shakes you inside, his tip hits that sweet spot in you and your vision goes blurry.

“Austin!” you cry out, your throat rips apart for the strength of your climax. Your orgasm washes over you and you convulse, the shocks running through your body are too strong and leave you powerless as you collapse on his chest.

“Fucking god” soon a growl of satisfaction slips from his throat, and his abdomen tightens underneath you. His grip loosens, thick ropes of his white cum spill inside you and paint your walls, making you shiver.

The room is now filled with silence, interrupted every now and then by the racing breaths escaping from both of your lungs.

You're exhausted.

“You did so good, angel, so good” he starts caressing your head gently, his praises warming your heart as you try to recover from the passionate fuck you two just had, but before you can say anything he picks you up and gets off the couch.

You whimper in surprise, finding the strenght to tie your legs and arms around the soft fabric of his suit as Austin's cock is still hard inside you.

“Let's go t' bed, baby” he announces, a wicked grin crossing his face “Wanna see how deep I can fill this pussy if I let you ride me on the mattress”

a/n: okay sooo… what do you think? would you like to read anything else? i got five or six ideas to write in my drafts already 👀

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aaustinbutlerr · 2 years

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

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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OK, I'll bite: since your requests are open, may we please, with all the cherries on top, get a Dove pregnancy fic? If you have the time and energy, of course - I know your WIP list is crazy, and I'm sure you have all kinds of things going on irl too, as we all do! 😘

if your child needs a daddy, i can help

summary: you find yourself pregnant with your first kid and you and austin make room for them in your lives despite how sometimes the whole pregnancy makes you feel emotionally and physically. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m, i suppose. he does get his finger inside of her. pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse ) word count: 2261 warnings: the normal warnings apply for this verse. daddy kink. dom/sub dynamics. brief mentions of past relationships that were not at all pleasant. anxiety. negative self talk. pregnancy kink. breeding kink. THESE WARNINGS MAKE IT SOUND MORE SMUTTY THAN IT IS. but it's actually quite fluffy. austin's just horny for his wife. referenced/implied fingering. future and past p in v sex referenced. author’s note: consider this canon for the main verse? obviously set in the future so- god maybe 2024/2025? generally speaking i loved this prompt and technically meant to keep it short or at the very least fluffy but uh- well austin's a horndog is really what happened. thank you anon for this prompt, truly, i'm really trying to get up the courage/gumption to restart actually actively writing for dove and austin and stuff like this and the asks really help more than you know. also thank you for acknowledging my crazy wip list. didn't actually think i'd write this as quick as i did, and truly i meant to have it up on mother's day when i realized how quick i was writing it but this past weekend. lord she was a doozy in my work real life. anyway i hope you like it and anyone who actually wants to be tagged for this verse, either hit me up in my ask box or my dms or someway. i didn't do my normal austin tag list for this because i know this verse has been known to occasionally bother some people and i don't want to put it in your face if you don't want to read it, you know?

It happens- as all things do with you and Austin- quickly. It comes within the two months of you telling Austin you want to make Austin a real Daddy. A daddy who can hold his child and rock it and sing it little lullabies until it grows up to be and strong like their parents. You'd think since you're a grown woman and a surprising amount of your life has become regimented in ways it wasn't after dating and then marrying Austin that you wouldn't miss your period and not notice. You wouldn't miss it one month, two months and only realize something's strange when you go to visit Austin to see his show and hiss and practically yelp in pain when he presses up against your chest. They were bigger but they always got a little bigger around your period, it was fine. But then Austin is murmuring in your ear and pressing his hand against your stomach where he can feel a firmness where there wasn't one before.

"Are you pregnant?"

That's a weird question to ask, you're due for your period any day now, you think, thinking that you're close enough to the beginning of the next month that you're due for one soon. Not that it'll be your third missed period in a row. You shake your head, "no, I'm due for it next week, I think."

Austin raises an eyebrow and presses against the firm spot, waiting for it to give only to realize it's staying firm, there's something there. "When was your last one, Dove?"

You open your mouth to answer once, twice, three times before you look down at his hand against your stomach and see how your breasts are practically spilling out of your bra and you let out a noise of delight and shock rolled into one. Your voice is soft when you answer him finally. "I don't remember."

The squeal of delight you let out and the way Austin laughs and laughs and laughs twirling you around before setting you back down so he can kiss your belly is something the cast talks about for the next week or two.

It's a flurry to try and get things rescheduled, have projects pushed back or dropped all together as your belly starts to curve outward, becoming harder and harder to hide as the weeks go by. You and Austin had made an agreement to not announce a single thing before 12 weeks. It wasn't a guarantee nothing would go wrong but it put you in a safer territory than you would be if you announced earlier. Austin argues every so often that you shouldn't make an announcement, not because he doesn't want people to know but because he's so fiercely protective over your private life with him beyond what the two of you have to show that exposing your child to this nonsense fills him with dread. He worries about the judgment he figures you'll get over having a baby like this. Worries about how if you want to book something short that people may look at your belly and realize that it's not worth it. Maxwell and Simon, your agents and managers and pseudo dads rolled into one promise to get you just one more thing even if you'll have an obvious belly for them because they care about you and your career almost if not more than Austin does.

You tell him- no, you explain to him that you can't do that, you can't go into hiding because you're pregnant. You want to be able to tell the world that you're carrying his baby, that your belly is growing because you told him you wanted a baby. This baby may not be their child, but they're your fans and what would you be without your fans? No, you have to announce it so that you can finally stop hiding in oversized hoodies and dresses tailored to hide your bump. Besides, you've been known to read the gossip blogs and the magazines while waiting for your doctor's appointments. You know very well there's theories as to what's going on and how people find it suspicious you've gone from full body shots on instagram to above the waist shots. There's theories about why you had to drop out of a film that you'd be filming while nine months pregnant and ready to pop if you did. This is the only real way to put them to rest.

"Looking forward to this little one and I having many more mother's days to come. Your daddy and I can't wait to meet you." is the caption you go with on Mother's day with Austin's hands and your hands on your stomach. The comments make you cry though if Austin asks you're only crying because of the hormones. Not because of your little Elvis family bombarding your comments with congratulations or the way any negative comments get overwhelmed by happier comments. Even Kaia and Vanessa say congratulations and you feel something in your chest loosen at the knowledge. You feel the fear that had gripped your heart deep down that whispered how you'd have to hide this pregnancy like you hide your submission to Austin- like you hid your relationships with your other doms- disintegrate and evaporate into thin air.

Austin knows the second he sees your smile and sees your response to a few messages that he's doomed, he's lost the fight of getting you to remain a little more private about the pregnancy. Truthfully he's just thankful you agree with him that the two of you are going to try your absolute hardest to keep the baby themselves out of the limelight. And - as he murmurs, cupping your growing bump one night- their three siblings. Your feed is split between promoting your new project, random other things you'd do and posts about your growing bump, your occasional sickness and how pregnancy isn't really all it's cracked up to be even when you want a baby.

It comes to a head one day when you're seven months pregnant with your big long baby that Austin felt the need to gift you with all his height genes and you're posting something about how this week has just been rough.

"I'm not speaking for everyone, obviously, and all you infertility moms can tell me I'm wrong, but for me- I'm- society gives us all some rose tinted glasses when it comes to pregnancy and from what some of you guys have told me, motherhood." You sigh, wincing as your daughter kicks your rib cage and does this somersault that has your stomach rolling and twisting. "I want more kids but- this hurts. This hurts and I feel huge and I can't breathe sometimes because they're pressing on everything and I know you guys have seen the pap photos, I can't even really hug Austin right any more."

Austin for his part knows better than to interrupt when he hears you talking to yourself and despite his better judgment waits outside your shared bedroom door until he hears words that stop his heart.

"It's selfish, I guess, but I worry sometimes that he doesn't- he isn't going to like me nearly as much when the baby comes out. We've all heard about how guys do that and Austin's but- I don't know. I'm being melancholy and that's not what you signed up for today." You lift up your shirt to show your bump as your daughter does another roll that you manage to catch on camera. "I guess they wanted to show off at the expense of mommy. You are definitely your father's kid."

When it's been silent for a few minutes and he hears you grunt in pain he finally walks inside the room to see you standing in front of the mirror, cupping your bump before running your hands over your chest. There's a part of him in the back of his head that finds the action arousing beyond belief but he sees the look on your face and sees how you're playing with your necklace as the hand that was on your breast moves up. You're so engrossed in looking at your body and allowing your mind to whisper things to you that you don't notice Austin until he's up behind you and his hands are lifting up your belly just so.

"Oh, Aus- Fuck, Daddy, keep your hands there." You moan, the relief palpable in your tone. "That feels so good, she's been-"

"Growing too fast and too big for my little Dove?" Austin's tone is light and playful has he kisses your neck, watching the two of you in the mirror. "The joys of having me as the other half of the genes. Two more months and then she's out of you and you're free until the next one."

Your jaw tenses just a little at the words. It's not that you don't want another baby but who's truly to say he's going to want you enough to make one. The silence after his joke is what makes Austin pause and has him kissing at your jaw. "What's wrong?"

Because something is wrong and you have to communicate with him, if you need something you need to tell him, that's always been the rule in your relationship. A sigh leaves your lips. "There's- you're not going to find me attractive-" you pause and try to take a breath before the first thought that comes to your mind leaves your mouth in a rush. "Elvis didn't like Priscilla after she had Lisa."

Austin drops your belly gently against your protests and turns you to face him while shaking his head, taking your head in his hands. "Dove. Don't- we're not them, remember?"

"I know that!" You practically whine before rubbing at your eyes that are quickly filling with tears. "I know we're not! I know you're Austin and I'm me but I look and feel like a beached whale and my boobs are huge and will probably sag everywhere-"

Austin places his finger on your lips before shaking his head. "I'm going to stop you right there and tell you to look down." He watches you as your eyes slide down his torso and stop between his legs. He's- he's hard just from looking at you and touching you. There's his arousal staring you in the face in his grey sweatpants and you can't help but bite your lip. It twitches a little.

"You're- Daddy."

"I'm hard. You know how I've been the bigger you get. I thought you were attractive before but carrying my baby? Watching your belly swell and seeing your boobs escape every bra you put them in? Dove, if my dick had it's way you'd be pregnant every second you could be." He murmurs, allowing his hands to slide down your neck to your chest where he gives your breasts and nipples a squeeze before sliding down to your stomach. "And when this belly is gone? When our daughter is suckling at your chest? I'm going to remember that you did this. Going to remember how my wife grew our daughter and is feeding her from her own body still. I'm going to know that you're strong and perfect. And I'm going to remind myself we have a baby schedule to stick to. That I can't just immediately put another one inside of you."

His words cause a shudder to ripple through you and Austin smirks just a little, moving his hands down lower and lower, "Dove, if I put my hand between your legs how wet is it going to get?"

You feel your breath shakily leave your mouth. "Soaked. Please, Austin-"

A kiss cuts off your words as Austin's hand slides in between your leggings and your skin, inching ever so closer to where he's ignited a fire. He pulls away just a hair and shakes his head. "Try again, lil Dove. Please who?"

The eyeroll you give him holds no malice but you can't help it even as your arousal threatens to overwhelm you. "Daddy, please."

"I'll always give my Dove what she needs," he murmurs, finally sliding his fingers inside of you with a low groan from both of you.

It's funny how after that night your sex life with Austin up until the end of your pregnancy became a little more intense. More frequent as if to reassure you any time the voice inside your head got too loud and any time every trick your therapists taught you failed. Austin loved you and there wasn't a single doubt about that. Even if there was, the way he was by your side throughout your labor with your daughter would have done away with any doubts. There wasn't much more you could ask for in a partner than what he did for you that day and what he does for you as you recover.

It's a week before any of you are ready to take a picture but you're thankful for Ashley recommending a good photographer for the newborn pictures despite Austin's protests that he could take his own. After all, you wanted him in some of them, and you didn't trust an autotaken picture for this. When it comes time for Austin to post that your daughter's been born he goes for a simple picture that shows your hand on top of Austin's and Loretta's on yours with a simple caption: isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful.

He saves the other photos for you to post.

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austinshotbutlers · 1 year

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Masterlist

* contains sexual content

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader (Fake Dating AU) -> Your sister’s wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to your family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is… you don’t have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

The Wedding Date social media edits One | Two | Three

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader -> Instagram posts running up to and during the events of The Wedding Date

Headcanons & Blurbs

Family man | Manicure | DILF | Take a hint

Austin Butler x Reader

Y/N’s Instagram stories One | Two | Three | Four

Austin Butler x Actress!Reader -> Y/N and Austin met while filming. Here is a collection of Y/N’s instagram stories.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Coming soon…

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bcofl0ve · 2 years

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bad idea

prompt: "Austin and reader are watching the 68 Comeback Special, reader is a huge Elvis fan and is getting super hot & bothered watching Elvis (so HOT in the special). Austin is amused and teases her and then it turns into smut with maybe some role play Austin as Elvis. Just my thoughts!"

ship: austin butler x priscilla actress!reader

warnings: SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!! slightly unhealthy relationship dynamics

It wasn’t that you didn’t have your own perfectly good trailer just a few feet away. But you’d gotten into the habit of letting yourself into Austin’s whenever he was on set, a habit you didn’t think was possible to break at this point. And you weren’t even needed on set today, but you missed him and the perfect balm for that was sitting somewhere that was inexplicably Austin.

Not to mention that every time you surprised him in his trailer he was more than happy to see you.

You typically entertained yourself with a book or scrolling through social media, but today it was getting sucked down the rabbithole of Elvis videos on Youtube. You’d seen most of them, Austin having blown through more or less the entire digital library when you were quarantining. But something about the man just drew you in, and you understood now more than ever what the girls losing their minds at every performance saw in him.

It was a montage of clips from the ‘68 special that sucked you in on this particular day, and you were so engrossed in it that you didn’t hear the trailer door creak open, or realize Austin was there until he cleared his throat. You looked up abruptly, pausing the video.

“Whatcha watching?” He asked as he toed his shoes off and came over to join you on the bed, heat rising in your cheeks.

“Don’t make fun of me,” You said as he sat down, arm automatically falling around your shoulder as he glanced at your screen.

“Hey, I know that guy.”

You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder when he unpaused it. Biting on your bottom lip, you could feel Austin’s wheels turning as he averted his eyes from the screen to you. He pulled you in closer to his side, fingers grazing the slither of skin where your shirt had ridden up.

Between what was going on on your laptop screen and Austin being well, the way he was, you weren’t sure how much longer you could mask the lust coursing through you.

“I didn’t know he did it for you.” He whispered and you swallowed thickly, squirming as he squeezed your thigh.

“He was a girl magnet back then for a reason,” You mumbled and heard Austin give a little “Mhm,” sliding his hand down to the waistband of your shorts. He waited for you to give an affirmative nod before he dipped his hand inside, and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as you felt him realize how damp you were.

“Christ,” He whispered, reaching forward with the hand that wasn’t down your pants to shut your computer and set it on the bedside table. When that was taken care of he flipped you over, crawling on top and slotting a knee between your legs, hands moving to take off your shirt and bra. When he moved his knee at just the right angle against your center a moan escaped you, your mind wandering back to what you had just been watching. Austin was everything to you, but something about the man he was portraying was just riling you up.

“E,”

You didn’t process what you’d just let slip out of your mouth until you felt Austin freeze and pulled away from where he’d been kissing down your neck. Cheeks flushed red, you looked away.

“Jesus, sorry,”

You didn’t think you’d ever been more embarrassed in your life, unable to look at Austin. But he brought his hands to your hips and yanked you impossibly closer to him, leaning back down to whisper in your ear. “Say it again,”

You couldn’t make the name leave your throat and Austin seemed to sense your nerves, pulling back a little to run a hand through your hair. “If you wanna do this baby, I’m all in. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

When you gave a little nod he went right back to kissing your neck, a hand coming up to grope your breast, twisting your nipple between his fingers.

“Elvis,”

You felt his erection on your thigh as his hips pistoned forward and he grinded on you, but he shook his head when you reached for his waistband, pulling you forward to the edge of the bed before getting down onto his knees. The loss of friction made you antsy, especially when he pulled down your shorts and underwear at an agonizing slow pace, pressing open mouthed kisses to your bare thigh.

A breathy “please” escaped you and he looked up from the ground as he lifted one of your legs and set it over his shoulder.

“Please what ‘Cilla?”

Now you definitely saw what he did in you calling him Elvis, your mind going blank for a second before you could choke out a response. “Please, E, I need you- your mouth.”

He didn’t wait another second before diving in, licking a strip up your folds before flicking the bundle of nerves with his tongue. Your hands fell to his hair, attempts at trying to keep your hips from bucking under him futile as he reached around to grab your ass and pull you closer to him, sucking at your clit.

There was a knot forming in your stomach and you already embarrassingly close, to the extent that you whined when he pulled back, looking up at you abosutly sex drunk. He rubbed your inner thigh with the pad of his thumb, laughing under his breath when you squirmed.

He rose up from his knees and shed his pants and boxers before getting back on top of you, holding your chin in his hand.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” He said, southern drawl thick as he circled your entrance with his free hand, inserting two fingers inside of you and not letting go of your face as he curled his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, your hips jerking. “My pretty girl,”

He teased you for a minute before pulling his hand away and lining himself up, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he pushed inside. Pausing for a beat when he bottomed out, he grabbed the underside of one of your legs and tossed it over his shoulder like he had before as he made shallow thrusts.

“Aus,” You mumbled and he stopped completely, grabbing your chin like he had before.

“Wanna try that again?”

He looked at you assertively as he waited for a response, fingers curling against your jaw.

“Elvis,” You tried and he started moving again, faster this time- pounding into you as you writhed underneath him. It’d been a while since he’d gotten this rough in bed- not that you minded, grabbing for his neck and kissing down to his clavicle.

He grunted, thrusts starting to get erratic.

“‘Cilla, shit,”

He found his composure enough to snake a hand down to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves as quickly as he could from his position. The knot in your stomach was tightening again, your release feeling impossibly close as he fucked you into the matress.

“I got you mama, come on,” He choked out, dropping his hand from where it had still been cupping your face to grope your breast. Twisting your nipple between his index and middle finger did you in, your walls tightening around his cock as you threw your head back, moaning his, Elvis’s name, through your high. You felt him come to an abrupt still, shaking as he emptied inside of you, hands gripping your hips so hard you were sure it was going to leave marks.

He exhaled as he pulled out and flopped down next to you, your own breathing still evening. When you tilted your head to look at him he ran a gentle hand through your hair and licked his bottom lip, chest heaving.

“I love you.” He blurted, how fucked out he was evident in his voice.

There was a small voice in your head telling you that you getting too engrossed in the whole Elvis and Priscilla thing was a bad idea, that what you’d just done shouldn’t be repeated unless you wanted what everyone in your life had warned you about since you two got involved to come to fruition.

But you paid the voice no mind- whispering back that you loved him too, sighing contently when he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

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louisejoy86 · 7 months

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You guys...I CREATED MY 1ST COLLAGE! Eeeeeep!

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rainydayz101 · 2 years

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Just thought I'd leave this lil treasure here for all you fellow simps♡

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anaiscrazy · 7 months

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Austin Butler x Priscilla actress! Reader

It was your first day on set of the new Elvis movie and you where super excited, boy be honest you had a crush on Austin Butler, the guy who was playing Elvis. You where super nervous because the first scene they where filming were filming was the kiss scene between Priscilla and Elvis. So much for getting to know each other. When you had been chosen to play Priscilla you totally freaked out, and called all your family and friends. Now that you where actually heading into the set you where nervous. You headed in, hoping for the best. You began getting on your costume before heading to actual set. When you got there Austin sat in a chair waiting for the director to arrive. “Hi, I’m Austin” he said to you smiling softly, his brown curls bouncing as he shook your hand. “Hi, I’m y/n” you responded nervously. Okay, you where nervous at first, but now you’re terrified. How could you not be. You where going to kiss this handsome man that you’d only dreamed about meeting before. The director walked into the door with a confident walk “hello Austin and y/n, I’m Baz Luhrmann and I’ll be your director” he shook both of your hands as we both said hello back. “Okay let’s get into it. You guys are okay with doing the kiss scene first right?” You both nodded awkwardly, even though you both knew good and well that this was probably going to be one of the most awkward moments in our whole lives. Soon enough you where up in the set, which was a small room with a bed. You guys began saying our lines that led up to the kiss. You weren’t really saying them with my whole heart, you where just thinking about the kiss, after stumbling through your lines, he Leaned in and we kissed. It was only a moment before the director yelled “Cut!” And the cameras where off you, but he continued to kiss you for some reason he didn’t want to let go. He wrapped his hands around your waist and began kissing more passionately. “I said cut!” He said loudly before you parted. You where blushing and so was he. “Sorry I didn’t hear ya” he said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. “Y-yeah” you mumbled, trying to match his playful manner but failing miserably because you where still flustered from the kiss. “It’s alright” he said with a more relaxed tone before giving you a wink, as if to say “I know why you didn’t hear me.” you and Austin looked at each other and smiled awkwardly, before moving on to the next scene

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1493

>> sorry this chapter is short. it's taken me (no joke) a total of three weeks just to write this chapter because I've been a little stuck! but I know where I'm headed with the rest of this story now. I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated. a lot has been going on in my personal life, and I've just started back uni as of yesterday. I hope you enjoy this filler chapter!! again sorry it's kind of bleh. but I don't want you all to think I've abandoned this story <3

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August 2020

“You know, you never answered that one question I asked about Austin a while back.”

“What question?”

I’m currently curled up on the couch underneath a blanket while on the phone with Luke. As much as I wish I didn’t, I know exactly which question he is referring to. I’ve been preparing to tell him and Olivia about Austin and me and how I already knew him before the movie. But I wasn’t expecting it to be brought up so soon, despite me only having about a month left before we go back to filming. Still, I worry about Luke and Olivia being upset about me not being entirely truthful and not wanting to be in my life anymore.

“Have you ever thought about Austin that way?”

I inhale deeply, watching Austin flip through a book on Elvis as he sits on the floor.

“I’m going to be completely honest with you because I haven’t been since we met,” I say, silently hoping this doesn’t ruin the friendships I’ve built with Luke and Olivia, “But yes, I have thought about Austin that way. In fact, I’ve been thinking about Austin that way for nearly seven years.”

“Seven years?” Luke repeats, his voice teeming with disbelief.

“Yes, seven years. We dated for five, we were split for one, and we have been back together for a good part of this year,” I twist my face up in preparation for Luke to hang up or yell.

“Wow,” Luke sighs and is quiet for a moment before chuckling, “Olivia owes me fifty dollars.”

My face quickly turns into one of shock, my mouth hanging open, “What?”

Austin turns his head to investigate my outburst, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity.

“We all kind of figured there was something between you two,” Luke says casually, “Besides, we figured if you two were together at some point, there was a reason you were saying you’d never met him before. We just didn’t know what it was.”

I’m still far too stunned to form a coherent sentence, so I just laugh in surprise.

“The way you look at each other and sometimes act around each other is pretty obvious, Roman,” Luke is now laughing as well.

Austin still looked confused about my conversation, so I put my hand over the speaker and whispered that I’d tell him about it later.

“Alright, then. That was a little less painful than I thought it would be but much more shocking than I thought it would be, too,” I joke, pressing my hand to my forehead to regain my senses.

“I’m glad you cleared it up, though. Everything makes a little more sense,” Luke says with a chuckle, “Too bad I can’t ask you to go out for drinks now.”

“Oh?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise, “What do you mean by that, Luke?”

“I wanted to get to know you more, but I wouldn’t want to overstep since you’re with Austin,” Luke confesses.

“I understand,” I say, “We can still hang out when we start filming again, though!”

“Yeah, of course,” Luke clears his throat, “I’ll leave you to it, then. Lots of work to do still. Talk later?”

“Yep, lots of work,” I sigh, “I’ll text you later.”

“What was that all about?” Austin pipes up after I hang up the phone.

“I told Luke about us and how I wasn’t being completely honest about how you and I met. It turns out everyone kind of knew already. He and Olivia made a bet,” I scoff.

“Not surprising when it comes to those two,” Austin shrugs with a chuckle, focusing back on his book.

“Do you want me to go ahead and cut and color your hair, or do you wanna wait until we get back on set?” I ask.

Over the last few months, I’ve been cutting and trimming both of our hair myself since the salons were closed. My mother was in school for cosmetology, so she taught me the basics of cutting and coloring hair. It definitely came in handy this year, especially since Austin’s hair grows like a weed. Now that it’s nearing time for filming again, his hair needs a new dye job. After a few months, he became fully blonde again.

“You can go ahead and do it. I think Baz would appreciate us being prepared,” Austin points out, not looking up from the Elvis book.

I unwrap myself from my blanket and stand up to stretch before making my way to the guest room, where all my stuff is still stored. I dig through the drawers before finally spotting the shears and hair dye tools. I gather the things I need in my arm before heading to the kitchen to dump everything on the island. The black hair dye is in the bathroom under the sink, so I grab that and some conditioner. I pull a chair from the small dining area and put it next to the island. A shorter chair works better than an island stool since Austin is much taller than me. I unbox the dye, pour it into a mixing bowl, and add the conditioner, mixing it with a dye applicator brush.

“Babe!” I called out to Austin, “Grab a towel from the bathroom and come in here!”

Austin comes out of the living room, book in hand, and does as I asked him to. He perches himself on the dining chair, letting me wrap a towel around his shoulders. His nose is still stuck in the book he’s been reading.

“Aus, I don’t want to get hair or dye on your book accidentally, so you might wanna put it away for now,” I say, getting the stuff ready to dye Austin’s hair.

“You’re right,” Austin sighs, closing the book and putting it on the counter a little reluctantly.

While I swipe color onto his hair, we both recite our lines to each other. I’ve been getting better at memorizing many, many lines and scenes. It’s something I’m not entirely used to doing for myself. I subconsciously remembered lines while helping Austin years ago but never did it for my own career. I didn’t need to until now. So, it was a little difficult sometimes to study scenes purposefully. But after a few months, it’s gotten ten times easier.

Before filming would officially resume for everyone, Austin had to rehearse some scenes again, such as the Comeback Special. That would start in about a week. I’m excited to join and watch him become a better Elvis than before, now that he had more time to really dig into who he was. Austin’s voice has become noticeably deeper and has a southern edge to it now that he’s had coaching. He sounds nearly identical to Elvis now.

“Did Luke say something weird while on the phone with you earlier?” After a moment of silence, Austin asks, “You had asked what he had meant about something.”

I somewhat hesitate to answer, knowing how he had previously reacted to my closeness with Luke and Dacre. But knowing one of them actually had an interest in me meant something else entirely.

“Oh, nothing. Luke just wanted to hang out more but didn’t wanna cross any boundaries,” I say, not completely lying, “I just misunderstood what he meant.”

“Oh,” Austin mumbles, “Cause I know he had a little thing for you when you first met. That’s why I acted out when everyone was over. I didn’t want to say anything to you about it.”

My eyebrows shoot up in shock, “Really? He never showed it.”

“We’re actors, Ro. We know how to pretend when it’s necessary.”

“True,” I admit, “But still. I had no idea.”

“If we hadn’t gotten back together and you knew he liked you, would you have dated him?” Austin asks.

I gulp, mulling over the question as I finish applying the dye to Austin’s hair, “I’m not sure. I wasn’t planning on dating while being on set, but things change, obviously.”

“So is that a no?”

I bite my lip to hold back a sarcastic remark, “That would be a no. Because I still had some feelings for you before we got back together, remember?”

“I do,” Austin nods.

I let Austin finish reading his book while the dye processes and I straighten up the condo a little. After a while, I go to rinse out his hair and start to cut it. Eventually, his hair is back to its normal length and as black as night.

“You look like him, you know,” I smile from behind Austin, who is standing in the mirror of the bathroom, running his hands through his half-dry hair.

“I’d sure hope so,” he says, jokingly deepening his voice to sound more like Elvis.

“Come on, let’s go watch some King Creole,” I drag Austin to the living room, where we spend some of our last bits of free time before filming begins again.

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introverted-spirit · 2 years

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Pretty Boys (Part 1)

Please be gentle. This is my first time posting a fanfiction on here.

pairing: Austin ButlerxTimothee Chalamet, Austin ButlerxReader, Austin ButlerxMale, MalexMale

summary: two young actors meet on the set of a movie sequel. Their friendhsip gently blossoms into a passionate love affair.

rating: 13+. Very little smut, at least not yet. Relatively no warnings. Yet.

word count: 700ish words? relatively short chapter.

"Alright, that's a wrap everyone, see you all tomorrow morning!" yelled out the director.

Everyone started exiting the set slowly. Austin, who had just had his breakout role as Elvis, was in the corner getting his makeup taken off by one of his assistants. She handed him a set of clothes to change into. He slowly unbottoned his costume and removed his shirt to reveal a toned, tanned physique.

It seemed like everyone was going about their business, doing their own thing, engaged in their own activities in their own little world. But somewhere, from the corner of the room, someone could not help but stare a hole through him. Not in a voyueristic way, mind you. But this someone could not help but notice Austin's body, and couldn't help but bite their lip.

Austin slid on a white V-neck tee and quickly, discreetly removed his pants. He was wearing a black pair of boxer briefs which nicely outlined his toned thighs and hefty bulge. He quickly covered that area with his cupped hands as his assistant handed him a pair of gray Nike sweatpants. He quickly slid those on, and somehow looked even better with them on than off.

The someone watching him began to sweat. They didn't know why, but they could not stop beholding his incredible body. They were embarassed, and in denial of their feelings. Suddenly, Austin glanced over in their direction to see them staring. They quickly looked down, pretending that that wasn't so. Then, they looked back up to see that Austin was still looking in their direction. He cracked a friendly smile and began to chuckle.

"Hey Timothee! What the hell you looking at weirdo?" Austin joked, shouting in the starer's direction.

"Nothing Austin, just your big beautiful eyes!" Timothee joked back, in the way that gay or bi men joke, when they don't want to be seen as anything other than straight. But deep down he meant every word he said.

Timothee Chalamet has had quite a few starring roles himself. One of them, was a gay man. But maybe it wasn't such a "role." Maybe he wasn't entirely acting.

As the set began to clear out, both Timothee and Austin slowly began gathering their things and leaving alongside their entourages.

As they both made their way to their vehicles, they exchanged their final goodbyes for the day.

"Alright man, I'll catch you later. You coming to that set party later tonight?" asked Austin.

"Yea, definitely man. 11:30 tonight, right?" Timothee asked

"You got it bro. See you there."

They both leaned in for a "man hug" followed by a "bro handshake."

After their bro exchange, they both looked each other deep in the eyes. Suddenly, their hands were cupped together, and both were panting and nervously shaking. Finally, after what seemed like a mutual decision, they leaned in for a spontaneous kiss, that lasted a good 10 seconds before Austin retreated.

Austin and Timothee looked at each other, in disbelief of what they had just done. Without his stage makeup on, you could see Austin's cheeks were rosy and bright red, as were Timothee's.

They looked around to see that both of their entourages, as well as a few other crew members had definitely seen what just occurred. Their mouths were on the floor, eyes wide open, whispers were filling the air.

"Um....Katie..." muttered Austin to his publicist, "Could you fetch some of those NDA forms we printed a few weeks ago?"

Kate promptly got to the task as Timothee and Austin akwardly stood next to each other, unsure of what to do next.

"Well, uh..umm" the two simultenously muttered out loud, awkwardly twiddling their thumbs and shuffling their feet.

"Well...I'll see you tonight, yea?" Austin muttered quietly while staring at the ground, anxiously digging his toes into the ground.

"Yea..yea sounds good." Timothee whispered back.

The two stepped into their respective vehicles with their heads down the whole way back to their hotels.

"Hey.." Timothee texted Austin

"Hey..." Austin texted back

"So........." replied Timothee

"?" Austin sent

"We should do that again soon..yea?" Timothee replied, nervously awaiting a response. What if he didn't like it? What if he felt forced? What if he thinks I'm ugly?" His thoughts raced and raced.

"I'm down. Maybe meet me in my room a little later? When the coast is clear." replied Austin.

Timothee sighed with relief, holding his phone against his chest and smiling.

"Sure. You just let me know when." he sent back.

Both men gripped onto their phones for dear life, staring out the windows of their vehicles, anxiously awaiting what was to come.

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angelinajoulie · 1 year

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lord have mercy

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aaustinbutlerr · 8 months

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the austin butler x pa!actress brain rot is back and I have no one to gush about it with

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

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elvisabutler · 10 months

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love and hate in equal measure

fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: future austin butler x female reader ( nicknamed dove ) word count: 2974 warnings: asshole austin. the normal warnings that apply with the dove verse, so daddy kink, choking, bdsm, but this time make it not good bdsm practices. a dom arguably abandoning a sub post scene ( even if they don't acknowledge it as such ). hatesex. degradation. use of whore, slut, bitch, and cunt to refer to someone. potential abuse of the legal system to gain custody. p in v sex ( protected via birth control ). female masturbation. spitting on someone. dubious-ish consent but not quite? former pregnancy. author’s note: welcome to day 5 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, degradation kink with austin butler x female reader ( referred to as dove ) this requires a slight explanation this is basically an offshoot/what can be considered a bad ending au of the little dove verse set about 2025ish? if anyone's been around for a while, this was/is a part of a fic i referred to in tags as love and hate in equal measure. y'all have basically @eliseinmemphis to really thank for this one. @butlersxbirdy has a partial hand in the bits after this this but this really kind of spewed from me once telling elise that i had scrapped an plan for the little dove verse where she had been pregnant and hid it until cannes and well pair that with elise's love of asshole austin and me liking hatesex and well. you get this. heed the warnings, austin is a fucking dick in this. as always thanks to my discord wives, christi, birdy and marina and my besties who keep having to listen to me whine about life.

If anyone were to ever ask how or why you and Austin fell as fast as you did and did has many stupid things as you did, well you'd like to blame the pandemic. You'd like to blame it on how you hadn't wanted to leave the man your brain had latched onto as Daddy. Perhaps a replacement for Père but it had felt fine in the moment. He had given you that same warm feeling Père had and yet somehow things had gotten so twisted between the two of you. Those lines that should have never been blurred were nonexistent by the time you were in the middle of shooting. You were Priscilla but you were Austin's Little Dove. He was Elvis but he was your Daddy. The good parts of Elvis were already a part of Austin's DNA but those parts that weren't good— that temper and that possessiveness and the parts that coveted Priscilla and wanted— no those parts had soured him. He was not Elvis in the ways that wrapped everything in a tidy bow, you figured. It's why you were on the first flight out of Australia that you could and it's why when the day your period was supposed to come came and went you didn't tell him. Even as your belly swelled with life because you were so selfish that you wanted something— anything— to remind you of what Austin and you had shared. You wanted to be reminded that you were his Little Dove once upon a time and that he was the best Daddy you could have ever hoped for. It's why until that fateful misstep at Cannes and his vicious and unyielding frustration and anger at you for hiding your child away from him you had used her as a reminder of your love.

The thing was, that had never been the plan if you had gotten pregnant, and yet here you had stood almost ready to pop with a baby he put inside of you. The ensuing sex was admittedly on you had been missing, one you had been craving as your hormones had ramped up and made you pine for Austin and the way he would rip orgasms from you even as you were overstimulated. It was everything after that was a mess. It was how you didn't come to Budapest and how you gave birth to your daughter alone. It was in how Austin showed a side to him you never thought was possible. How he murmured in your ear about how Elvis had lost his divorce and how Austin would avenge him with this custody agreement. You could claim all you want that Loretta wasn't his, but DNA didn't lie. A 50/50 split is what they granted but he was the primary custody holder. After all, he was older, and he was in a better position than you.

Except you both have complicated jobs that take you out of the country and sometimes the 50/50 is more like 60/40 depending on who's filming what and right now you're the one booked outside of the country for what promises to be a fairly long shoot. It means Austin gets her and it means you have to drop her off where he's filming in Canada. What you don't expect is a snowstorm to trap you for multiple days and for every hotel to be booked solid to where you had to ask Austin if you could stay with him.

"Aren't you lucky there's a guest bedroom?" He smirked after you asked as if you hadn't accidentally fallen into bed with him more than once during handoffs like this. As if the thought of his body keeping you warm at night didn't make your toes curl and have your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You remembered saying something sarcastic in response and watching as his head tilted in a way that usually spelled you being pressed up against a wall before you both heard your daughter's voice and turned to face her.

For all people argue that kids can be a bit of a cockblock sometimes with how they need to be all in your business, you can't help but be thankful for Loretta's interruptions throughout the day even as Austin's gaze turned dark more than once and you got a workout with your thighs from clenching them so hard. She has to go to bed sometimes and you are left with your thoughts in the guest bedroom. It's far enough away that Austin shouldn't be able to hear you if you do anything and yet there's a part of you that worries.

You don't know why, it's not any of Austin's business if you want to touch yourself, if you want to play with yourself in his guest bedroom. You're a grown woman and he's a grown man, just because you had been together once upon a time didn't mean that he had any say it what you did now. He was just Austin Butler, father of your daughter, not Austin Butler, your Daddy. Your Daddy who would take such good care of you, who would be next to you right now, his hands gliding across your skin, teasing you and wrenching sighs and gasps from your lips before he had even properly touched you.

It's been happening more frequently, your fantasies drifting to Austin and what the two of you had during the filming of Elvis. You'd think after almost four years you wouldn't but maybe it's the fact that like two magnets you and Austin always seem to be drawn together. You hate him, hate what he's done to your life and how he couldn't simply just let you run off with Loretta into the sunset. Yet, you love him in almost equal measure and it's so infuriating to love someone who you left willingly. It's infuriating to know that Austin doesn't feel the same way, how could he after you had hid your daughter until you were so far along that you really shouldn't have been at Cannes. How could he after you tried to keep her from him after she was born. No, your frequent incidents of falling into bed with one another were merely a consequence of knowing each other intimately and craving someone who you don't have to teach how to pleasure you.

You can't sleep, the throbbing between your legs a constant thump thump thump that has you on edge until you finally find your hand drifting in between them. A shudder runs through you as you part your folds, your fingers sliding in with an ease that has your body heating up in embarrassment. Had you been that turned on this entire time? Even after your shower somehow your body couldn't key itself down and remind itself that you did not need Austin. That you shouldn't be aroused by Austin still and yet the proof was covering your fingers.

The one thing Austin had always asked of you— well one of many things— is that you showed how much you enjoyed his ministrations through how loud you were. You were supposed to never hold back, he wanted to hear you as he watched your eyes roll in the back of your head, watched your skin bruise from his teeth and his hands and— how you sought out and were given such pleasure from him. You know you should be quiet, God do you know, but it feels wrong biting your lip nearly so hard it feels like it's about to bleed to keep quiet. Your mind wishes your teeth were Austin's for a flash and that's what has you opening your mouth in a wordless cry that shifts into a loud moan.

You shouldn't be masturbating, shouldn't be rubbing circles against your clit and trying to curl your fingers inside of you and yet here you were. You were doing just that and being louder than you ever should be while doing it, praying and hoping that Austin wouldn't hear your whimpers of his name and cries for Daddy, please. If only— if only things were different you could still be sharing his bed and your shared daughter would be in her room and Austin— Daddy— would take care of you.

What you didn't know— what you were blissfully unaware of— was that Austin was walking by the guest bedroom door the moment he heard you cry out Daddy, please. It stops him dead in his tracks, thinking his mind is playing tricks on him because there's no— you couldn't be saying that and if you were, who were you imagining as Daddy. He should move, should will his feet to walk past the door but then he hears his name whimpered as he's heard so many times before and his cock that had been showing just a small bit of attention to your actions stands at attention. You were crying out for him.

His hand hovers above the doorknob, debating if he truly wants to open the door and see you spread out on the guest bed playing with yourself. Seeing that would be different than how you fall into bed with him, so fucking needy and aching for his cock even as you spit vitriol at him. No, this would be practically intimate in a soft way that you haven't been to each other since before Loretta was even a group of cells growing inside you. Except perhaps he could shift this into something harsher, something that you two are more familiar with now.

So enraptured in the feel of your fingers against your clit and your other hand wrapped around your throat, trying to mimic that press of your old collar against it, your ears don't register the creaking of the door and Austin's presence until you hear his voice sneering at you while shutting the door.

"What makes you think you're good enough to think of me when you're touching yourself?"

Your eyes shoot open and panic wraps itself around your heart even as your cunt twitches at his voice, practically winking at him in the most inviting manner it can manage.

"I— I— Austin. Get out of here," you stutter out, embarrassment flooding your system even as your body is still so aroused and keyed up. "This isn't—"

"What it looks like? Because I see you with your hand between your legs crying out for Daddy," his eyes rake down your body as he moves closer to the bed. "Haven't called me that in four years. Missing me, babe?"

There's something in the way he's mocking you that has your body on edge in the same way fucking him in anger does. You may feel shame but it's invigorating all the same. You open your mouth to speak before Austin shushes you.

"Little greedy whores who are aching for someone they claim to hate don't get to talk. Little selfish whores don't get to talk."

You shut your mouth once, twice, three times before, "make me shut up then, Austin. Fucking pervert, watching me like—"

The words in your mouth are stopped by a keen as Austin hand winds itself into your hair and yanks just a little, "I said don't fucking talk. Fucking greedy little selfish sluts don't get to do that." His other hand drifts down between your legs and swats at your hand. "You're not doing it right. You know better, whore."

You know better because of every time you had touched yourself with him in a chair like he was Elvis Presley watching his woman play with yourself but also like your Daddy was watching his Little Dove. Your teeth pull in your lower lip before you try and grab at his hand only to be swatted again like errant pet.

"I'll tie you up if you don't behave. You wanted me here, your cunt is twitching for me. Don't fucking move. Or are you too dumb to listen?"

Shame fills you even as you feel a bit of your arousal drip onto his fingers. You should defend yourself like always, bite back with something vicious and end up pinned to a wall or caged up against it but this time your throat seems to have dried up and you can't do it. A shake of your head is the only response you manage.

"Aw, the little bitch can listen. After everything I thought you forgot how. I'd be proud of you but you're just doing this because you're so desperate for Daddy's cock. Missed calling me that, didn't you? Missed getting choked by me, haven't you? Miss that little collar your selfish little self left behind?" He can see your face shift to one of faint sadness and sees a few unshed tears in your eyes and he laughs. "Are you gonna cry? Dove. You did this to yourself."

"Fuck off." You spit in Austin's face only to be rewarded or punished with his hand gripping your neck and squeezing.

"I should leave you like this. But I'm nice even to you. You don't deserve it but I'm the sweetest Daddy you ever had, remember?"

He's right and you hate the fact that he is. Even nowadays when you fuck in anger it doesn't change the fact that he would take care of you and that he could be so much more rough with you. You shouldn't say the words that come out of your mouth next but you can't help it.

"You were, now you're just an psychotic ass—" Austin's hand lightly slaps your cheek before spitting on it.

"Says the cunt who hid our daughter from me. Let me miss out on her whole pregnancy and her birth. Don't kid yourself. You're worse than me. At least I can get another woman? Can your slutty little hole get another man? Or are you stuck in bed trying to please yourself every night?"

You want to retort, you want to tell him it's his fault you can't get someone else, that the knowledge that he could paint you as even less capable of taking care of Loretta if you slept around keeps you from doing just that. But you look in his eyes and see the mocking gaze and it disintegrates the thought.

Austin's lips curl up into a smirk at your silence and he laughs as he watches your hands move to his pants. He wants to mock you more, wants to make sure you know how much you're acting like a desperate bitch in heat but he doesn't. Your silence tells him he's already done his job. What he does do is slap away your hands only to grab at least one and pin it above your head. He doesn't bother to grab the other one but you were obedient enough back in the day and you're aching so badly, you're so wet that he knows you'll do what you're told even if it's not said out loud. After a moment of undoing his own pants and kicking his legs out of them he climbs on top of you and moves to choke you just slightly again as he pushes into you. Your mouth opens in a wordless cry.

"Don't be shy now. You know I like you loud when you're this desperate," he groans, trying to maintain a haughty disposition but finding it downright impossible as your cunt clenched around him. "Did you get work done? Don't remember it being so tight down here."

You shake your head against the pillow as you glare at Austin, only to have him grab your chin so you look at him. "Already fucking cock drunk. Pathetic."

The last word is practically spit out and you can feel a few drops of it against your skin, earning a whine from you. Austin's pace is brutal, practically treating you like a sex doll— a fact he murmurs against your skin as he sucks hickies along your neck that you know are going to be a pain to cover up. You try to bite your lips to keep yourself from whimpering and groaning and making every noise you know he wants to hear but you can't help it even as he coos about you being so desperate against your ear. Your orgasm slams into you as you claw at Austin's back and as your legs try to wrap around his waist. A hiss leaves his mouth as your nails leave red welts against his skin and he moves to pull out only to hear you whine a low no.

Your eyes are shut but if they were open you would have seen something in Austin's gaze soften at the no. All you're aware of is how his thrusts speed up somehow until you feel them becoming ever so slightly jerky and Austin— Austin doesn't pull out, instead choosing to come inside you in a way he hasn't in years. You're still on birth control but your eyes shoot open at the sensation of his warm come inside of you. He pulls out quickly, watching as your cunt twitches and sees his release drip out of you. You look utterly debauched and yet it stirs something inside of him that he doesn't dare put a name to. Instead he rolls his eyes, pulling on his boxers and pants in one go.

He heads to the door and opens it, but before he leaves he looks back to your panting form and frowns, "go clean yourself up."

This wasn't a scene and you both know it wasn't and yet that simple order, that simple request has you in the shower as soon as he leaves and has you sleeping your best sleep since you left him all those years ago.

Austin doesn't sleep that night.

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