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elvisabutler · 2 years

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she’d like to cuddle up to me

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 )

rating: M, honestly y’all this is a lot of smut with a big plot. So minors, shoo shoo.

relationship: austin butler/reader, elvis/priscilla.

word count ( this part ): just shy of 6k. this is apparently war and peace. i don’t know. it’s eaten my brain.

warnings ( this part ): daddy kink, age difference ( austin is his normal age during the time frame of the fic, reader is almost a decade younger, no one is underage ), dom/sub, choking ( implied ), zipper riding ( not quite, but sort of ), oral ( f receiving ), public sex. multiple orgasms but maybe not quite overstimulation. close but not quite.

author notes: so. once again, you want a tag, message me, i’ll tag you. or leave a reply and tell me and i’ll add you. beyond that, thank you to my partner in crime with this fic @satninbeaulieu and anyone else who has put up with me talking about this. also, this will probably make it’s way to ao3 at some point, don’t know when. maybe this week. we’ll see, my schedule always looks at my plans and laughs. also i hate the ending line of this, but i removed a chunk of this to save for next chapter or something later on. this was already too long, y’all. and not betaread because i live on the wild side.

this is part of the you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue series. specifically it’s the second. the first part is here.

The first thing you do when you get home is stalk Austin or more accurately you looked at a few- no more than 10- gossip blogs to try and check the status of Austin's relationship to Vanessa. It should worry you that your reaction upon reading that they broke up a couple months ago is sheer relief. Yes, maybe once upon a time the idea of being with a guy in a relationship didn’t phase you but you learned your lesson like a good girl and knew that you were better than being the side chick. You also knew that most of the time when you were the side chick it was because the guy was an asshole, but truth be told that was honestly most men. Maybe including Austin, but your mind hadn’t quite decided on him beyond being mildly mortified at what happened.

You had expected to hear something from Baz sooner rather than later but it took a full week before you got the call with him telling you that you had gotten the part.You put the phone on mute before letting out a shout of victory before unmuting it again and telling him thank you as he told you he planned on the first table read being about a week from now. Thankfully you hadn’t made any plans, so it was no real problem. The call ended without too much fanfare beyond your initial excitement and within about 5 minutes your phone dinged with an email containing the script. If you happened to dance while printing it out in your apartment no one could judge you.

The week long lead up to the table read had you trying to make arrangements to stay in Australia for the foreseeable future instead of your New York apartment. In between calls to iron out all your tiny details of getting most of your life transferred clear across the world you’d read the script. Everyone knew how Elvis’ story went so it’s not like anything in it was too new to you but you still found yourself enraptured enough that you audibly gasped while on the phone with someone causing them to have to ask if you were alright. Not your proudest moment.

Soon enough though you found yourself on a plane to Australia and in a car heading to the studio. You weren’t nervous before but the closer you got to the studio the more you felt your brain buzzing and your foot becoming jittery, tapping to an unknown rhythm. You took deep breaths, trying to steady yourself as you toyed with your ring. There was no need to be nervous. You had impressed Baz, you were a phenomenal actress. So what if Austin was going to be there and he had known you were going to be there before you did. So what? It was fine, it was going to be fine.

“That’s Cilla. That’s my Priscilla.” You bit your lip remembering hearing that through the door before- you weren’t going to think about that, you were not going to think about being on your knees in front of him, being on your knees with his cock in your mouth. You most certainly were not going to think about how you might have thought about it more than once since then.

This was going to be a problem, you already knew it which is what has you groaning into your hands as your uber driver pulls up to the studio to drop you off. “You going to be okay, ma’am?”

You look at him for a second before answering, moving your hand from your mouth. “Yeah, I’m going to be fine. I’ll tip you in the app, I totally don’t have any cash on me. Sorry.”

The driver shrugs. “It’s alright, you’re not in the US, not required but thank you.”

You hum as you exit the car and grab your bag, pulling down your dress as you did. The walk into the studio felt longer than you’d have liked it to, but you figure that was just because of your outfit and nervousness all balled into one tiny bit of stress for you. You’re early to the read and you’re expecting to have no one in the room when you arrive only to hear the one voice you were mildly dreading hearing.

“Y/N.” Austin says softly and a little breathlessly when he looks up at the noise of the door opening. Your heart skips a beat when you look up to see what he looks like. It’s not a Boho Elvis look this time. No, instead he went with something more put together, a simple white shirt half unbuttoned and black jacket with black slacks. Of course, the headband on his head and the glasses made it seem a little more soft, a little warmer and more gentle than it had any right to be. Truth be told, it had the tension leaving your body the longer you looked at him.

“Austin.” You smile slightly before giving him a little wave and tilting your head. “You’re here early.”

He laughs. “Yeah, if you ever meet Denzel Washington- promise, not trying to name drop, Dove- but if you ever meet him he’ll tell you it's a thing I do because I did it during Iceman Cometh. Started when my mom would drive me to auditions and now that I can drive myself around or call an Uber, it’s just stuck. Allows me to meditate on things. Focus myself.”

For not the first time since you did the chemistry read, you’re struck by how your brain just finds Austin fascinating. You have had one view of him and here he was turning it on its head- turning you on your head. It’s strange but you feel as if you might have found a fellow actor who might understand how you are. It’s method acting, but it’s not, it’s just allowing yourself to fall into a role and allow yourself to be in the moment as this person. And while you were running late according to your own time table, Austin and you were the only people there for the read. Even if you hadn't been on your knees for him not even two weeks prior, you’d have found his dedication a little attractive.

“I get it, Austin.” You twirl your dove ring as you speak. “I do the same thing. Though I’m normally the first person in the room. Didn’t know I’d have competition. Especially since I wanted the seat you’re sitting in.”

“You could sit next to me.” He pats the seat next to him with a grin as his voice pitches down just a bit. “Gotta have my best girl by my side. My ‘Cilla.”

You don’t normally laugh very easily but the sincerity in his voice makes you chuckle as you walk to take the seat next to him. “Your ‘Cilla. Guess that makes you my Elvis.” You pause and sit down, making sure your dress doesn’t ride up as you do. “My King?”

Austin’s eyes are focused on your thighs and your ass when you sit down and you notice but you choose not to comment just yet. He might have been able to be a dom but that look- no self respecting dom looks at you like that when you can make fun of it. He bites his lip and shakes his head. “Elvis hated that name, you know. Felt there was only one king and it wasn’t him. I have to agree with hating the name but that’s mostly because that’s not what I want you calling me.”

You raise an eyebrow at Austin, as you hear the door open another person coming in whose name you feel like you need to know but you haven’t met everyone yet so you suppose it can be forgiven. Your response is softer, more murmured so that they couldn’t hear you. “What is that supposed to mean? Do you have something else in mind, Mr. Butler?”

You’re teasing and you know it. You’re being a brat and you know it. You are suddenly aware that you have no underwear because you forgot it in your rush to get out of your apartment early. You feel faintly like an idiot with this knowledge but your face does not betray any of these things, instead choosing to remain blank, looking at the door as another newcomer comes in. For his part Austin’s only reaction is a slow inhale and exhale before he speaks. “Well it’s not Mr. Butler if that’s what you think. Something that starts with a d.”

The first response that comes to you is dick followed closely by dumbass and then Daddy. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you decide to throw him a bone. “Dumbass? Duke? Daddy?”

At the last word, his arm migrates to the back of your chair and he pulls you in a little closer. “Third time’s the charm little dove.Though, dumbass? I’m hurt.”

Despite your better judgment you shift a little closer to Austin, scooting your chair over just a hair. “That’s the least offensive name I could call you, Butler. It’s also true if you think I’m calling you Daddy. Remember, we had this conversation the last time. Was my blowjob that good that you forgot everything before it maybe a little after it?”

There’s supposed to be an undercurrent to your words, a teasing edge that you’re hoping he picks up on and doesn’t take the wrong way. It’s fun talking to him like this, teasing him as more people are walking in the door. You’re pretty sure they’re saving you from Austin or you doing something stupid. You glance at Austin through the corner of your eye only to see his pursed lips and a deeply unimpressed look at you. Your brain is wondering how you could have misread him when you recognize that look, that look means you're in a lot of trouble. You find that it's a little exciting.

"Did you forget that you called me daddy multiple times already, little dove? For someone who keeps saying they don't want to call me that, it rolls off your tongue beautifully." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Say it with me, 'Daddy, I'm sorry I came just from sucking you off and didn't listen when you said not to touch last time. I can be good, Daddy.':

You shiver as your shoulder moves up in an attempt to push Austin away from your ear. Your legs open up just a hair under your dress and you had hoped Austin wouldn’t notice before you heard what sounds like a slight pleased hum. This was unfair. You wanted the upper hand, you should have the upper hand because he’s still just begging you to call him Daddy and you won’t. You hear the door open again and hear Baz’s voice amongst what feels like twenty others and you realize that thank God it’s everyone else. You have an excuse to shoot down Austin. “Say it with me, Daddy. You’re not my dom and you’re not my Daddy, so if I wanted to come just from sucking you off I can. No permission needed. Besides, you weren’t about to give me what I wanted. Someone had to.”

Austin’s eyes narrow and he actually pulls away to allow himself to look at you straight on, his hand moving up like he’s going to grab your chin before stopping himself as he hears Baz say his name.

“There’s my leads! Our Elvis and Priscilla, everyone!” Austin and you tear your gazes from each other and offer almost identical shy waves to everyone.

Everyone introduces themselves around the table and you all settle in for the table read. Your foot’s started to jiggle again under the table, occasionally hitting your chair and occasionally hitting Austin’s chair. You don’t mean to, but you’re more nervous than you have been in quite a long time. In fact, you’re pretty sure the last time you were this nervous was your first big acting job. It’s embarrassing because you all haven’t even gotten to your first line and there was Austin next to you acting completely normal. Except you can see how the hand that’s closest to your leg, the one that’s on the side of the chair is shaking just a little bit. Maybe you weren’t the only one who was nervous. Hell, at least Austin had a better standing than you did, he was responsible for this movie doing well, he was going to be The Elvis Presley. Yes, you were Priscilla Presley but without him, without him nailing Elvis correctly the rest of you could be perfect and you lose the film.

The longer you stare at his shaking hand the worse your shaking foot gets to the point where you end up kicking Austin’s shin. It’s not during one of his lines but he still ends up hissing and gaining the attention of everyone else.

He waves them off with his steady hand. “It’s fine, hit my shin on the chair.” And that’s that until he looks at you again with a questioning look. His hand is still shaking and you finally give into a desire to just grab it- to hold it in your own. He doesn’t stop you, instead allowing you to squeeze his hand and you swear you can feel the tension leaving his body. Leaving his hand at the very least and he looks- well he looks relieved. You stare at your hand holding his for longer than you probably should before he takes the time to shift the position a little, interlocking your fingers and setting them down on the side of the chair. He doesn’t let go and neither do you until it’s time for Priscilla and Elvis to meet. You pull your hand, knowing fully well that you end up using your hands when you read these lines no matter what and you aren’t about to stop now to attempt to reassure and comfort Austin. He doesn’t look like he minds, though, partially because he’s not supposed to as he reads the lines, but you can see that his reaction isn’t entirely just Elvis talking to Priscilla, it’s him watching you perform the same you had for the chemistry read.

Baz starts to explain about this montage he has planned right after this scene in the script and while it’s important for Tom to pay attention, it’s not explicitly important for the two of you right in the moment. It’s for that reason, you figure that Austin’s arm snakes around you once again, pulling your chair closer and making it so your legs are touching. You curl a little into him as much as you can while still remaining in your own chair. You should be prepared to hear him speak but it still startles you hearing his voice murmuring in your ear once again.

“You didn’t ask me, Y/N. I don’t just take from people. I give back as much as they deserve. And I think you deserve a lot more than you let people give.” His hand moves to hold your knee. For the first time since you sat down and started this table read, your foot stops moving, stops shaking and you feel grounded. Oh no. This is a problem. This is a good thing but it is a problem you cannot entertain.

“What I deserve does not concern you, Austin. That was a one time thing. Consider it a sub helping a fellow sub. Switch. Whatever you are for whoever.” You pause, making sure to listen in on what Baz is saying. “Seriously, though, what are you? Because I've been reading you as a maybe a sub since you were-"

"Staring at you but not touching? Didn't realize appreciating the prettiest little dove I had seen that day made me a sub. What would have made me a dom? Flipping that short skirt you had up?" Austin asks, his hand still resting on your knee. "You've never had any of them pant after you, have you?"

You clench your thighs together, waiting to see what he's going to do with his hand. "Considering I like fucking men and not hound dogs, no, I can't say I have. Are you going to tell me you panted after Vanessa? Acted like her good little boy, pleasing Mami when she snapped her fingers?"

"Mmhmm. Open those legs for Daddy, Little Dove. Don't be this mouthy and that shy." He murmurs with a smirk as several people slowly come into the room. They’re not late, they just didn’t need to be here at the time. "Papi gave his little Nessa whatever she wanted. Even when she was mouthy just like you're being because at the end of the day she was a good girl." Your legs fall open just enough for him to sneak his hand up them. He pauses, his jaw tensing and eyes going just a bit wider as he moves his thumb in just a way that it brushes your clit and getting just enough of your juices on it to allow it to glisten when he pulls it out from under your skirt. He puts it up to his lip and licks. "You don't even realize what you do to Daddy, do you?"

You are aware of two things at this exact moment, one, you were wet which you hadn't quite realized before and two, you wanted Austin's hand between your legs right now. A fact that you swear you have just telepathically sent to him from how his hand just slinks back down to your thighs and then up to your core. He sticks just a single finger before you manage to speak.

"I don't. I'm thinking I make him so horny he can barely see straight but-" You take a deep breath and look down at his lap. "I may be wrong. I can’t really see anything in your pants. And you actually have a bit of a poker face right now.”

There is the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips before he curls his finger, looking over at everyone else. “All good doms should, Little Dove. But do you want to know? Does my good girl want to know what she’s doing to me?”

Your eyes flutter a little at the mention of being a good girl and at his curled finger, you hadn’t done anything to deserve that, you were being a brat and yet he was telling you that you were a good girl. Oh, you could get used to that. You manage a short breath. “Was I right, Austin? Was my guess right?”

"I mean, I can see straight but- I am turned on. I could still get up without too much of a problem. But yes, Little Dove, you guessed right. You did good on your guess." He has his thumb just rub circles around your clit, watching your face to see your reaction trying to see exactly what gets you going, adjusting his motions as he saw what did and didn't work. “Soaked and I’ve barely touched you, such a sensitive and needy Dove falling into my lap. It’s not even my birthdays.”

He doesn't move his hand or stop what he's doing when it comes time for him to continue reading the lines. You’re focusing on his voice and saying your lines when they pop up but you can feel your head getting fuzzy. It’s almost as if you’re floating and you intellectually know what that means, you know you’re sliding way too dangerously to your subspace but you’re not a hundred percent sure you can pull yourself back. Austin’s voice just keeps murmuring what you think are praises and you can feel his hand moving from under your dress and you almost make a noise before you feel his hand move to your back in an attempt to steady you. The feel of his hand pulls you back down a little, allowing you to blink slowly before looking at him. Baz is reading the description of the scene, you think it’s the beginning of the 68 special but you don’t know for sure. You can see Austin’s mouth moving, mouthing words and you open your mouth to say something before he shakes his head slightly.

“Little Dove, come back to Daddy. I know you want to come apart for me, I know and I want to see how gorgeous you look when you do, but Little Dove, we’re at the table read. We’re in public, you’re a professional, you don’t want to show them this. It’s not for them to see. It’s just for us. Be a good girl, be the good girl I know you are and wait, okay?” Austin whispers in your ear, the rings on his fingers pressing into your back, grounding you even further. You’re coming back down, you can focus on everyone else, you can focus on his voice. You’re a good girl, not a brat, Daddy is calling you a good girl. “Y/N?”

Austin is saying your name. You swallow, turning to focus on his eyes. “I can be a good girl, I can be your good Little Dove. Promise me we can later, Dad-” You stop suddenly, your mind crashing back to Earth in a heartbeat. Austin is not Daddy, you were about to call him Daddy. “Austin.” His name comes out in a puff of air as you freeze and just look around at everyone trying to make sure no one saw the two of you or at the very least saw how you were reacting.

“There you are, Y/N.” Austin smiles softly before he pulls his hand off of your back and grabs your hand with your dove ring, allowing himself to play with it a little. “You alright?”

You shake your head no, not trusting the word coming out of your mouth before you take a few shaky breaths. “Don’t do that again.”

His eyes narrow for a moment as he reads his lines, unable to respond beyond a quick squeeze of your hand. In fact it goes like that for a while until they reach where Austin is supposed to be singing Suspicious Minds while the Colonel essentially signs his life away. This isn’t rehearsal so it doesn’t matter if he sings or not which allows him to actually be able to squeeze your hand again, trying to get your attention.

“Your hands are huge, you know that?” You say offhandedly having a brief flash of an image of them against your throat before you hum. “What?”

“Did you mean to never do that again or just don’t do it right now?” He asks with a slight smile on his face at the comment about his hands. “I don’t want to- I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if you don’t like that. Or if you can't stand being in the space-"

You stop him with a very deliberate tap to the palm of his hand. Just one, but you know he knows what it means. You wait to see his shoulders relax before you answer fully with actual words. "Right now. I'm a professional. We are professionals."

It's definitely a bad idea to be entertaining this and you should tell him never again but honestly your curiosity had been piqued enough that you actually want to see where this is going to go to a point, it wouldn't be the first or the last time you've made an interesting decision that wasn't perhaps the wisest.

Austin looks pensive for a moment, as if he's having to repeat those words to himself or just remind himself like he hadn’t told you that exact line not even an hour ago. He opens his mouth to speak and stops, choosing to worry at his lower lip until he manages to, you suppose, collect his thoughts. “Professionals. About to embark on potentially career defining roles.”

You nod. “Yeah. So, not right now. This exact moment when I’ve got an actor and director we’ve grown up knowing and being deeply impressed with across the room from me. Well, maybe you weren’t impressed by Baz, but Moulin Rouge and Romeo + Juliet were my comfort movies as a teenager.”

“Not anymore?” He questions, allowing his shoulders to relax and allowing himself to lean back in the chair. He lets go of your hand and allows his arm to just drape itself across the back of your chair.

“Not anymore.” You lean back in your own chair, almost seeking out the warmth of his hand and arm as if you could feel it through the chair. “I grew up. I think the last time I watched it I was 17, 18, maybe?”

Austin just hums at your answer before focusing on the table read again, after all you are professionals. You choose that moment to grab his hand and pull it forward enough that his arm isn’t just around your chair and is instead is around your shoulders. You shiver slightly despite how warm you feel.

The rest of the read goes fine, you think, though you can’t help the way you actually sob reading Priscilla leaving Elvis and when she asks him to go to rehab for Lisa. You think she wanted him to go for her too, despite the fact that she had moved on from him as far as a relationship went. You don’t stop caring for someone you love like that and from what you’ve seen despite their relationship being what it was- she still loves him. Austin grabs you a tissue or two and you see him make an aborted move to tell you to blow your nose before he pulls back and hands you the tissues. Overall, you feel good, you feel like this is going to be the thing that catapults everyone who isn’t already a name into some form of stardom and it makes you grin as you clap with everyone around the table. You’re so enraptured with looking at everyone else that you nearly miss Austin tapping your shoulder as he stands up.

"You vape?" He asks, looking down at you in the chair with his hand firmly on your shoulder.

You don’t, but that’s not the point because when you look up and see Austin’s eyes, you note that the pupils look a little blown and– well you had said, not right now. Apparently he wasted no time in thinking not right now meant wait until the table read. There’s a thought to say no, to tell him that you’re going to go talk to Darce or Luke or Kelvin but your body decides to answer for you, shivering not because of the cold but because of his grip on your shoulder. “Sure.”

Austin doesn’t waste a single second before he’s reaching out for your hand and pulling you up out of the chair and tucking you under his arm as he leads you out of the room. You faintly hear what you’re pretty sure is a collection of every person in the room with maybe Luke or Kelvin being the loudest saying something about ‘there goes Elvis and Priscilla’ as you leave the room. You feel embarrassed for a brief moment before Austin kisses the top of your head almost in reassurance. You’re shorter than Austin and he is walking so fast to get out of the building that you’re not a hundred percent sure how you keep up with him but in what feels like a flash you’re outside by what you’re assuming is his car.

You’re about to say something about how the car is a little dusty when Austin just practically pushes you against the car, his mouth against yours as if he’s going to devour you and like he’ll die if he doesn’t feel your lips against his. It startles you for a moment with its intensity but after that moment you respond in kind, your tongue meeting his and your arms wrapping around his neck to try and force him to give you some leverage. He catches the hint pretty quick and you make a noise as you feel his hands on your thighs, lifting you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You don’t break the kiss, choosing to nip at his lips that you kept seeing him bite as he took a moment to suck at your tongue. It shouldn’t be hot, it’s messy and you can feel spit getting everywhere but you feel as if he’s setting you on fire with his lips. Soon you both need air though and you pull away first, whimpering a little as you do before resting your forehead against his, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath that you swear he’s stealing as he tries to catch his own. You hear a beep and somehow Austin is managing to open up the door to his car without dropping you.

“I gotta put you down Little Dove. I can’t get in the car holding you like this- just- Let me get in and-” He pauses, making sure you’re looking at him before he continues. “Sit on my face.”

Your brain almost immediately whites out at the idea before you drag yourself back to reality and nod. “Get in the car then, Austin.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his lanky frame easily sliding into the car and moving his seat back before you’re on him in a flash, lifting up your dress just enough that he can just see your cunt glistening in the daylight before he’s hidden by the fabric. His tongue licks a stripe up your slit before you feel his fingers opening you up just enough that his tongue can gain access to your cunt. You want to feel his lips around your clit but you’re finding the sensation of his tongue flicking in and out of your cunt enough that you find your hands reaching for the upholstery in his car, grasping it and trying not to scratch it. You still do the second you feel the electric shock of his teeth grazing your clit and- it’s then that you start to find yourself floating again. You should trust Austin to let you fall, you’re in public and you can see Baz Luhrmann’s goddamn car next to you, but your body won’t listen. Your brain is literally just shutting off at the feel of Austin’s fingers and of his tongue against your folds. You try and warn him that you’re coming embarrassingly quickly but all that comes out is a low moan of his name and daddy one right after the other.

He taps your thigh three times before you find that you have enough energy to move, your boots getting stuck on the center console before you settle into his lap, slowly moving just a little not quite grinding but still wanting a little bit of friction. Austin manages to pull his seat back up and stares at your lips before starting to kiss you again. It’s not nearly as rushed as it was outside the car but it’s still making that feeling of floating get worse and worse. You taste yourself on him and you realize this is the first time someone has eaten you out and then made out with you. It sends a thrill through your body and you find that you like it. You find that you like it enough that you start to grind on Austin’s lap and there’s a part of you that feels a weird bit of cold against your clit that you think is his zipper, but you don’t stop, instead choosing to just go with how it feels. A fact that you’re gonna ruminate on later, probably.

You hear Austin groaning lowly and what you swear is a growl before you feel his hands- his stupidly large hands- lifting you up off his lap and you whine. You’re out of it, fully spaced out and you can’t register anything beyond Daddy- Austin- this stupid dom who doesn’t look like one and doesn’t act like one and just slid under your radar, taking you off his lap. You try and squirm enough that you can go back to grinding but Austin’s hand slides up to the back of your neck and you hiss not unlike a kitten. “Baby. That’s enough. Come back here.” You blink, eyes unfocused and your mouth open as you try and take deep breaths. His hand moves from the back of your neck to your cheek and strokes it. “Hey, come on. Focus baby.”

It’s hard but your brain forces you to zone in on his face. “Daddy.”

He ends up smirking before shaking his head. “What’s my name, Little Dove. You’re gonna hate that you called me that.”

“Austin.” Your answer comes in a whisper as the shame overwhelms you for a moment, you’re in public, you’re spaced out on Austin’s lap. You had known you were a little desperate for touch like this but not- you didn’t realize you had gotten so bad. He smiles and your heart skips a beat. You don’t know if he smiled because you used his name or because you had done what you were supposed to. You’re not sure you care either way.

“Good girl. Listen, you’ve got to stop that. We’ve only got an hour for lunch, maybe an hour and ten since I vape. I can’t fuck you right now. Just calm down and let Daddy, let me kiss on you for a bit. We don’t want you rubbing yourself raw on my zipper.” He murmurs, moving to kiss at your neck.

Your head lulls a little to the side and your eyes are still a little glassy before you find the words to speak as you push his mouth away. He needs to hear what you want to say. Your eyes settle on his clothed cock as you nod before you notice that you’re pretty sure his pants have a wet spot that’s your own juices. “What if I want to? What if I want to rub-” You pause, you don’t, or at least you’re not sure if you want to rub yourself raw on his zipper. “You’ve already kissed on me, Austin. Probably too much. I should get out of the car.”

You have yet to see Austin be offended by anything, but that sentence, you saying probably too much has him looking so offended that your first instinct is to both apologize and ask what the hell was so wrong with what you said. He bites his lip once, twice, before saying anything. “Oh, Y/N, Little Dove, your daddy’s barely been kissing you. Who’s been taking such bad care of you that you don’t even see that? That you’re this needy. Let daddy make a deal with you?”

Your brain is processing more of the words he says faster and you find yourself pursing your lips as you nuzzle at his neck. “Depends.”

He chuckles and you can feel the vibrations against your lips. “There’s my Dove coming back down. Let Daddy kiss on you a bit more and you can ride his hand?”

“I- I don’t know if I can handle an hour of just your hand, but- sure- yeah.” You pause and focus on saying Austin’s name. “Austin.”

He smirks before he moves his hand down between your legs, his fingers curling earning a groan from you as your forehead hits the headrest behind him. “You can.”

As it turns out, you could, just barely.

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mostlymaudlin · 1 year

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ooooooh ok juicy sfc posts happening !! i rly honestly truly love to see it. here's my unasked for two cents, as someone who did find the story really hopeful. im posting this not to like, discourse or disagree or discount what im seeing, but to just maybe offer a different pov for ppl who might be trying to file this story away in a less devastating way.

i, of course, think baz deserves better than what he gets from his family. we all deserve to have families that love us unconditionally, and so many of us DONT have that -- including baz. that hurts !! i also think simon didn't deserve to lose his magic, and penny didn't deserve to take on the sole responsibility for keeping simon safe, and agatha didnt deserve to be shoved into every princess/damsel role ppl cast on her, etc etc.

what i like so much abt this series is that ppl dont get what they deserve, but theyre still okay. its why i also love the end of awtwb -- simons LICH ER ALL Y crying lol. he got a whole mega-bucket of extra trauma dumped on his plate that he hasnt even started to process. but its still so clear that he's got the support he needs to live a good life alongside this terrible knowledge. the mage fucked him over even more than he knew, but he doesnt have to define himself by these terms anymore -- we've seen his growth in this regard.

bazs main arc in the series is about how he sees himself -- in crudely simple terms, he rly wants to be a Good Guy (you know, not a vampire, straight, a good pitch etc etc) but sees himself as cursed with that impossibility. this continues as his idealized Good Guy self develops over the course of the books into something that actually feels more achievable to him and is less reliant on the shit his family put on him growing up.

the cool thing about snow for christmas is that -- just like when simon finds out abt the mage at the end of awtwb -- we get to see baz's new sense of self tested. we get to see what he's using to draw the lines of morality. and we get to see that while of course he still cares about what his family thinks, and it still causes him anxiety and trauma and all the shitty things that he doesnt deserve -- he has grown from that place where their value system can make him hate himself.

and moreso on the hope part -- the grimms value, above all, the ability to fit into the roles they think theyre supposed to hold. its bullshit, and they've both caused themselves problems and absolutely are fucking up their children. daphne fully had to be saved by a cult bc of it and shes still not over that mindset -- these ppl need therapy lol. so it's def sick n twisted that they're celebrating baz being able to hide better rather than celebrating who baz is, but is this not the utmost sign of love that they're capable of? baz gets to fit in better -- that's all they've ever wanted for him, whether we agree with that or not. baz seems to recognize the balance of this in the story. he narrates the rest of the dinner with a sort of dry, relieved, disbelieving tone. it’s like hes huffing a laugh, shaking his head, thinking, “did i really used to pin so much of myself on this stuff? how silly.” he is not distressed bc he understands his parents, and he has, again, divorced his sense of self from their expectations. so much so tht he says fuck it and gives simon the lil kissy at the end, because THIS is his new value system: he ALWAYS kisses simon goodbye!

so, is this a step forward for the grimms being more supportive parents? yeah, maybe not. maybe it never gets better than baz hiding his fangs at dinner and everyone doing the bare minimum to accept simon's role in baz’s life. that's not what baz and simon deserve. but it could be enough, because simon and baz have different ways that they measure their happiness by. they have each other and penny and shep and ruth and agatha and niamh and every other person they'll meet in the many, many years ahead of them whose opinions they can choose to make important to them, or reject. i love this for them! the true queer hope story imo. thats what i want for myself and for the people i love.

to be clear: this story made me sob so hard i scared my cats. (im not rly a crier, they did not know what to do). i had to put it down in the middle because i couldnt see the page. any queer person who has Family Shit is bound to get whammied lol. but! i personally find comfort in the idea that we can coexist with people who are important to us but also very difficult to be around, even if its not totally what we deserve. its a very quiet, somber hope -- but that only makes it feel more real to me.

#snow for christmas #snow for christmas spoilers #idk if we're still doing that hahahha #sfc #ss #a #<my ol simon snow analysis tag LOL been a while

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years

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Romance Will Reign Supreme | Austin Butler x Reader

Request from Anonymous: wondering if you could please write Austin Butler and his non-famous girlfriend shyreader are hanging around at the amusement park. Austin is so deeply in love with her & the two of them are just being an adorable couple and everyone is shipping them so hard, just hardcore fluff. Thx and I love your fics btw

a/n: posting this early as a HUUUGE thank you to y’all for 400 followers!! I honestly can’t believe it y’all are so sweet 🥺 to the dear nonnie who requested this: i hope it’s okay I made the reader gender neutral here! As a genderfluid person myself (though I lean more fem most days), I’m working on writing more gender neutral inclusive language in my fics! (in case you were wondering, the title is from a Tangled song! who knows which one it is 👀)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: a couple swear words, inaccuracies about California & Disneyland, Austin being adorable, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Thank you so much to my bestie @austin-butlers-gf for helping me with this!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

“Babe, you ready to go?” Austin calls from the hall.

“Yeah!” You reply, grabbing your bag from where it sits on your bedside table. You step out into the hall, double-checking you have everything first— phone, sunscreen, wallet— before turning to your boyfriend, asking for about the twentieth time that day, “And you’re sure it’s okay I’m coming with you? I know you said it was a cast meetup, I don’t want to intrude on anything—“

“Y/N,” Austin places his hands on your shoulders, the sincere look in his eyes cutting off your nervous rambling, “I want you to be there. Besides, everyone loves you. They all practically begged me to bring you along.”

You nod, reassured for the moment. “Right, yeah. Thank you.” You give him a small smile, feeling a little bad that your anxiety keeps getting in the way of what’s supposed to be a fun day.

“Always, sweetheart.” Austin replies, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling you along to the car waiting for you.

Dating a famous actor, especially as the painfully shy, decidedly not-famous person you were, wasn’t always the easiest thing. But Austin did his best to keep you out of the public eye, and the castmates and colleagues he introduced you to were always the sweetest people. Like, for example, Baz, Dacre, Luke, and Olivia, whom you were going to meet up with at Disneyland today for a celebratory “the press run is over!” hangout.

“Y/N!” Olivia squeals as you head over to meet everyone near the entrance inside the park. She rushes over to hug you, Luke and Dacre not far behind her.

“‘Wow, Austin, it’s great to see you, how are you?’ Oh I’m great, thanks for asking, guys,” your boyfriend complains jokingly as his colleagues shower you with attention.

Olivia turns to him with a playful smile, “Oh hush, I was stuck with you for two years, I hardly ever get to see them!” She punctuates her sentence with a final squeeze around your midsection, releasing you to rejoin Baz and his wife, Catherine. The two of them greet you, mischievous grins on their faces, and you soon realize why as they pass out Elvis-themed mouse ears. The pink and black ears are bedazzled and covered in pearls, with a giant gold “EP” on one ear and the iconic “TCB” lightning logo on the other.

The group gushes over them as they put them on, Austin taking the liberty of putting yours on as if he were placing a crown on your head.

“You look adorable, sweetheart,” he says with a smile, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. An “awwwwe” goes up from the group as they watch the interaction, and a heat entirely unrelated to the California sun floods your face. You’re quick to focus your attention on your shoes until the focus turns to the day’s activities, Austin pulling you close as Baz goes over the plan: find rides to go on together before the lines get too long, find food, walk around to take some pictures with characters, and there might be time for people to go off and do their own separate things before meeting back up to say goodbye at the end of the day.

You enjoy the slower paced rides: the teacups, It's A Small World, all the usual ones, but you start lagging behind a bit as the group heads towards a… very large rollercoaster. Apart from Olivia, who shoots you a slightly concerned look that you wave off with a small smile, most of the group doesn’t notice, too engrossed in the conversation they’re having. Austin, however, isn’t so easily convinced. He hangs behind to walk by your side, intertwining your fingers and saying softly, “I know you don’t really like these kinds of rides. If you want we can just hang out and go get some food or something while they go…”

You hesitate, glancing over at the rest of the group chatting excitedly. “I… I don’t want you to miss out on all this stuff just because of me—“

“If I get to spend more time with you, I’m not missing out on anything, I promise, sweetheart.” Austin assures you with a sweet smile. “Hey guys!” He calls to the group ahead of you two, “I’m kinda hungry, I’m stealing Y/N to go get some food with me. We’ll meet you guys after, okay?”

Warmth floods your chest as he draws all of the attention to him, the group waving him off with a “have fun you two!”

You squeeze his hand in thanks as the two of you turn to walk away, and he squeezes back, looking at you with a soft smile. The line at the ice cream stand he drags you over to is short enough that you’re able to enjoy the Mickey-shaped treat before it’s time to meet up with the others again.

You meet the others at the exit to the ride, Olivia yelling something about how Luke was “absolutely terrified the entire time!” — with Luke vehemently denying it — as you make your way to Café Orleans for “some real food,” as Baz had put it.

Austin is practically glued to your side throughout the meal and even afterwards as you’re making your way through the park to take pictures with characters. It’s sweet, but eventually you have to extricate yourself from him to rehydrate, going off in search of refreshments.

He sighs, slouching at a table as he awaits your return. Olivia slides into a chair near him with a smirk.

“They just went to get a drink, they’ll be back in a minute, Aus.”

Austin blushes, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, “I know, I just…” he trails off, unable to explain exactly how he’s feeling; he hasn’t felt this attached to someone in a while, but after getting to spend so much time with you since the press run ended, it’s hard for him to pull himself away.

Olivia gives him a soft, teasing smile. “Don’t worry, Aus, it’s cute how much you care about them. The two of you are honestly adorable.”

“Yeah, I…I really love them,” he says finally.

Whatever Olivia says in reply is just a buzz in Austin’s ears as he sees you rejoin the group with an armful of water bottles. You feel heat flood your face as Austin comes over to help you pass them out to everyone, telling him quietly, “You guys didn’t have to wait here for me, I would’ve caught up eventually.”

“Well where’s the fun in seeing Rapunzel without you?” he replies with a smile, pulling you along with the group towards where Rapunzel is indeed waiting, a line of adults and kids alike waiting for a picture.

After a fairly long day of rides, pictures (both with characters and group photos for social media), and plenty of money spent at gift shops, you all finally make your way to the exit, smiling faces tanned from the California sun. You say your goodbyes and lean against Austin as you slide into the car, the long day of socializing finally taking its toll. Austin wraps an arm around you comfortingly, taking note of your exhaustion.

“I know it was a long day, but I really can’t thank you enough for coming along, sweetheart.”

“It was fun,” you reassure him, “I think I just need to curl up on the couch and not talk to anyone for a week after today,” you joke, laughing softly as you turn and tuck your face into the crook of his neck, making yourself comfortable for the drive home.

“Even me?” he says, and you can hear in his voice that he’s doing that silly mock pout that he’s criminally good at.

“Never you, honey, you know you don’t count.” You smile. He knows that when you complain about not wanting to have any kind of social interaction, it’s him and maybe a couple of your close friends that remain the rare exceptions.

“I’ve got your favorite ice cream in the freezer, and we can just sit on the couch and read or something in silence when we get home,” he suggests, and you can practically feel your heart melt because he knows you so damn well.

“That sounds perfect,” is the last thing that slips out of your mouth before you’re asleep on his shoulder, Austin’s eyes on you like you’re the only thing on the planet that matters.

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butler-on-beale-street · 2 years

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Wash Away The Pain | Austin Butler X Reader

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of migraines, tooth rotting, heartwarming/breaking fluff.

Word Count: 3.3K

Request: Would you write one where Austin takes care of the reader while they have a migraine? 🥺 Like maybe she tries to hide it from him because she doesn’t want him to worry but he can read her like a book since she gets them so often?

A/N: This was fun to write, and I really enjoyed writing the intimacy between Austin and the reader. So so so so sweet. I hope you guys enjoy!

The lights are far too bright today, the bulbs searing white light into your corneas. You could have sworn the rays of light were burning straight through to your brain. You watched Austin begin the third take of the ‘68 Comeback Special scene. He looked unbelievably sexy and there was no doubt that he was in his element. It was the second day of shooting and you knew that he would put a lot of pressure on himself to get every movement correct, even down to the little lip curls that he would practice in the mirror every night, begging you to critique him over and over for months. He found you in the audience of extras, winking at you as he sang “Heartbreak Hotel.” You nodded slightly with encouragement, offering him a sweet smile. Admittedly, you must have given him a halfhearted look, because you could see something shift in his expression; too small for anyone but you to notice. You watched his eyebrows knit together slightly, his gaze lasting a little too long on you.

You could have puked. As you sat in your seat, you felt car sick…sea sick as if you were rocking in the middle of the open sea, completely disoriented. You took several deep breaths, pulling your palms under your thighs, sitting on them in an effort to make yourself smaller so that you could focus. You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut, but still the lights flashed behind your closed eyelids. It was too late to avoid it. You were experiencing migraine symptoms and you had missed the opportunity to take any over-the-counter medications. You were approaching the realm of needing your prescription meds; often, they were the only thing that could stop a migraine like this. You felt the loud drum beats pound within your skull, reverberating throughout your body as if you were a hollow chamber where every sound, every pitch and every rhythm recycled themselves over and over for what seemed like forever. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, your boyfriend was unintentionally contributing to the pain you were feeling in your head. His rough and throaty singing into the microphones swept through the set in an enormous display.

When you opened your eyes again, you realized that your vision was infiltrated with an aura–a type of malady that affected your eyesight during a migraine episode. It was much like having floaters, where you could see tiny little objects floating across your line of sight. Except for you, these auras were far more like swirling ceiling fans in the middle of your vision, causing you not to be able to read or focus on things in front of you. The most unfortunate truth was, you were trapped on set during the take. Even when Baz would scream ‘Cut!’ extras were expected to remain in place while the next take was being prepared. You couldn’t help but squint, your body breaking out in a cool sweat, goosebumps raising all over your arms and legs. You were absolutely miserable and Austin kept looking back at you, making you feel guilty for distracting him. Your heart dropped when you watched him walk over the Baz, speaking softly while looking directly at you. Baz turned to find you in the crowd before looking back at Austin and nodding kindly. Austin pulled his guitar from around his neck, placing it on a stand on the small stage before stepping off and approaching you, wading through the sea of extras.

“Baby,” he said softly, one of his hands landing on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” He was out of breath, having given his all for each take. You shook your head dismissively.

“I’m fine,” You said, adjusting in your seat.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Austin said with a smirk, crouching down to be eye level with you. With the tip of his finger, he pulled your chin up so that he could make eye contact with you. “Baby. Is it another one?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded softly, tears pooling along your waterline. “Oh baby, don’t cry,” He said softly, pulling you into him in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry you’re hurting.” He kissed you on the top of your head, rubbing your back softly. Though it wasn’t alleviating any pain, Austin’s affection was magic. He always made you feel loved and comforted. He pulled away from you, swiping away the fallen tears with his thumb. “Let’s get you to the trailer. Maybe we can turn off the lights and you can try to lie down a little?” He said, smoothing away stray hairs from sticking to your face.

“Okay.” You answered softly before sniffling back more tears. He took your hand and led you to the front of the set and behind the cameras towards Baz.

“Hey, uh Baz?” Austin started casually. “Y/n isn’t feeling well. What’s our time table look like?” Baz smiled sweetly at you then back at Austin.

“Well, you surely have done your homework, Mr. Presley. I think we’ve got what we need for the day.” Baz looked down at his arm, pulling up his sleeve to check his large ‘TCB’ bezeled watch. “6:43,” He whispered to himself, as if considering the docket for the day. “You kids go home. We’ll use the rest of the time tonight getting shots of the extras. Maybe get a head start on tomorrow’s plans. Just prepare to hit the ground-”

“Running. I know. Thank you so much, Baz. Really,” Austin said, pulling you into his side, his arm wrapped around you.

“Of course. Take care of Ms. Y/n.” Baz winked at you softly. “I hope you feel better, sweetheart.” You smiled and offered him a quiet ‘thank you’ before turning with Austin to walk off of set.

“Austin, I’m so sorry,” you said profusely, feeling unbearably guilty. “I hope he’s not mad.”

“Wait, wait.” he stopped before you did, pulling you back to him by your hand. “Baby. He’s not mad at all. But also, you are important. Yes, the film is–but I love you. And I know you. I can’t play someone else on stage when I–” he pointed to his chest “am hurting watching you hurt. Come here.” You stepped towards him slowly, releasing held breath as he wrapped himself around you, holding you in an extended embrace. “Let me take care of you. Please?” He asked, tilting his head to find your eyes. You looked at him and nodded.

“Thank you, honey.” You said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him sweetly on the lips. “I love you so much.”

He walked with you through the back end of the set, opting for darker halls and shortcuts to the trailers rather than taking the shortcut outside to get there. “I gotta take all of this off,” He said, referring to the ‘Elvis’ leather suit and makeup. “Think you could bear the sun enough to rest in the trailer?” You nodded to him and followed him from behind as he walked to the trailer which thankfully wasn’t too far away. He opened the door for you and you entered, taking a seat on the single couch inside. It wasn’t very comfortable and it had a clinical feeling. You considered the other places where this couch could have been placed–maybe in a therapist’s office, a hotel…your brain wandered as you sat, leaning on the back wall of the trailer.

“Stacy will be here in a minute to help get this off,” Austin said, pulling off the skin-tight leather jumpsuit and changing into a more comfortable pair of cotton pants and a t-shirt. A few moments later, you heard a knock at the door and opened your eyes to watch Austin open the door for Stacy, one of the makeup assistants on set.

“Hey there,” she said softly, probably aware that you were in pain. “Baz mentioned to someone that you were heading home for the night. Something about Y/n not feeling well?” She eyed you softly with a gentle smile.

“Yeah, seems like it was a perfect day for a migraine, unfortunately. Baz said that shooting for me was pretty much wrapped for the day, so he let me go. Sorry if you had to be pulled away from anything you were working on.”

“Nope. No biggie. I’m here for you. You are Elvis, afterall.” Austin chuckled politely as he took a seat in his makeup chair. “Shall we get started taking it all off?” She asked. “You know it takes like thirty seconds compared to putting it on.” She placed her large cosmetic train case on the vanity, reaching for a handful of supplies and setting them out on the counter. “Let’s get these monstrosities off,” she said, bringing several q-tips dipped in adhesive remover up to the fake sideburns, peeling them off slowly. She worked fast and was able to get all of the prosthetics off in fifteen minutes, leaving Austin to get the rest off with a handful of makeup wipes. “Just leave all the pieces in a pile on the table and we’ll take care of it before tomorrow’s scenes.” She ran Austin through a few more instructions before she packed up her case and left.

“Okay, baby.” He said, picking up yours and his bags as well as a pair of his sunglasses, which he handed over to you. “Ready to go?”

“Yes, please.” You took the sunglasses, putting them on. “Thank you, sweetie.” He leaned in and kissed you on your temple before opening up the trailer door, letting you step out before him. Luckily, his car wasn’t too far from the trailer today. You wouldn’t have to walk but only a block to the cast and crew parking lot. He was a perfect gentleman like always, stepping over to open your door for you and making sure you were set to go before continuing to his side. He didn’t live too far from set and it only took fifteen minutes to get home, even with traffic. You kept your eyes closed for much of the ride.

“We’re here, baby.” He said very softly, reaching over to squeeze your thigh. You opened your eyes slightly, the brightness of the sun still cutting through the polarized lenses. He led you into the house, turning all of the lights off as you entered each room. When you finally made it to the bedroom, you felt yourself able to finally take a deep breath and relax. “I did some research while Stacy was helping me, and I saw that hot baths can be good for migraines.” Austin turned to you with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s sweet, baby, but I don’t have the energy to do all of that right now.” You were being honest with him. The idea of having to draw a bath, bathe yourself and move your hands, arms and body parts…it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Baby. I’ll help you do it all from start to finish. I just want you to feel better. My mom had bad migraines and she always told me she felt better after she got out of the bath. I don’t know the science behind it or anything, but yeah.” He chuckled awkwardly. You couldn’t help but melt. He was always so understanding and helpful, always looking for ways to grow with you.

“You always take such good care of me,” you responded, hugging him from the side. “Let’s do it.”

He took your hand and led you to the bathroom. Once inside, he began running a bath, letting the water warm up a bit hotter than usual. “It won’t burn you, but it needs to be hotter than normal.” You nodded. You stripped out of your clothes as the tub filled up. You were aware of this technique– of the hot bath, and it worked. You just didn’t want to shut Austin down while he was caring for you. “Mind if I get in with you?” He asked sweetly. “No funny business, I promise. I just want to help out.”

You couldn’t help but grin, stepping into the bathtub and sitting cross-legged at the front. “Come here, silly.” You let the water lap over you, the hot water tickling your ass and legs as your body began to regulate to the temperature. He stepped in behind you and took his place.

“Whew! I think I got it too hot,” He said, obviously embarrassed.

“Why? Does it tickle?” You said, turning over your shoulder with a grin.

“Mm, something like that,” he said with a chuckle, reaching forward to adjust the faucets.

You watched as he dipped his hand under the stream of water, testing it over the top of his hand. “That’s better,” he said softly, reaching for the handheld shower wand, switching the settings to reroute the water. He took his time running water down your body, pausing every now and then to place soft kisses on your shoulders. Next, he fiddled softly with your hair, trying to get it out of the knotted hair tie. Of course, he failed, tangling your hair further. “I’m so sorry,” he said softly with a nervous chuckle. You couldn’t help but giggle, working your hair out of the frizz that Austin had created, letting your hair fall softly down your back once it was fully detangled. You felt his fingertips wandering through your tresses, massaging your scalp briefly before he asked you to lean your head back. With the shower wand, he wet down your hair completely, humming some tune that you didn’t recognize.

He reached for the shampoo bottle, lathering up a generous helping in his hand before smoothing it over your hair, humming as he worked. “Oop,” he said as he accidentally dropped a blob of cold soap down your back. He scooped it up with his fingers before continuing to rub in the shampoo. Intimate moments like these are the kind that people dream of with a lover; no sex–just the touch of someone who would always be there for you. Your pain seemed to subside as your thoughts wandered. You felt his fingertips exfoliating your scalp. How did I get so lucky, you thought to yourself, closing your eyes. “I love you so much, baby.” You said softly, almost a whisper.

“I love you too, baby.” He responded kindly, a smile evident in his tone.

“You’re the best. Really.” You added. He chuckled softly as he grabbed the shower wand.

“I don’t know about that, but for you, I’ll always try my best. You deserve my best.” He said the words matter-of-factly. He wasn’t trying to make a huge romantic gesture, or say pretty words for sentiment; he meant it–that was exactly why it hit you so much deeper, the truth and depth of his love for you spreading throughout your body. You felt the warm water rinse down your head and back as he washed the shampoo from your hair, switching the routine to apply conditioner. When he was done with your hair, he reached over the edge of the bathtub and retrieved a washcloth from the toiletry rack.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked softly, dipping the washcloth in the water, liberally soaping it up.

You turned your head over your shoulder. “Much better already. Thank you for doing this,” you said, twisted slightly in the tub so that you could see him.

“Baby,” He said, leaning forward to kiss you on the top of your shoulder. “I love this. Being here, touching you. Loving you. You don’t have to thank me. You should always expect it from me. You do the same thing for me all the time.”

You turned back and let him continue to bathe you, his hand trailing every surface of your body. You imagined him taking note of every freckle, every imperfection and crease. With him, you always felt beautiful. You weren’t perfect, you would never be; but his love radiated through you, and in some way, he made you love yourself more, recognizing these imperfections as pieces of you; an honest story. You didn’t realize that you were getting emotional until you felt the discomfort from the lump in your throat. You swallowed it back, but it was too late. Tears were beginning to fall and it was instinct for you to sniffle, breaking up the drainage that threatened to dribble down your face–an embarrassing thought.

“Hey,” you felt hands on your shoulders. “Hey. What’s wrong, is it coming back?” You shook your head in response.

“No.” you answered softly, wiping sloppily at your tears, unintentionally wetting your face more.

He tugged at you, beckoning you to turn to him. You twisted around to face him. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He took your hands into his, waiting patiently for an answer.

“You know,” you began, searching for the next words. “I don’t think I have ever been loved the way I deserved to be loved until I met you.” You sniffled loudly, chuckling through the tears to disguise the vulnerability in the words you just spoke.

You felt Austin stroking the tops of your hands with his thumbs as he listened. “I just never thought I would ever find someone like you.” His face grew red with flattery, taken aback. You watched him intently, realized that tears were forming in his eyes, springing out and rolling down his face.

“Don’t you ever, ever worry about being loved as long as you are with me. You are…” He stopped, overcome with emotion. “You are the love of my life.” He nodded, reassuring you that the words were true. “To my last breath, I love you.” He paused again, as if considering something in his head. “Fuck it,” he said resolutely. “I would usually be the type to create the most romantic atmosphere with candles and a private getaway, but I just–I want to spend my life with you. Forever.” His tone was choked and thin, the pitch of his voice slightly at the end of the sentence. His eyes were downcast, focusing on his fiddling with your fingers. Finally, he lifted his head to look you in the eye. “Y/n. Would you ever–would you-” he struggled to find the words, obviously nervous to say them out loud. “Will you m-” he got out before you sprung forward, wrapping your arms around him, water splashing out of the tub and onto the floor, your slippery bodies colliding in a moment of perfect chaos. You kissed him like it was the first time and the last time.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask,” you said softly against his lips, feeling his pull upward in a grin. “I just didn’t expect it to be in the middle of a tub, during a migraine on a Tuesday.”

You pulled away from the kiss, your arms still looped around his neck. “Yeah, sorry about that. Wasn’t exactly planned.”

“I wouldn’t change a single thing,” you said, sinking back into the kiss. You would have never thought you could ever be thankful for a migraine, you thought to yourself, mentally shrugging your shoulders as you fell backward with Austin into the tub, giggling. Nothing could make you happier than right now at this moment.

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sailorblossoms · 3 months

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I keep finding new ways to say "Simon's romantic jealousy is always centered exclusively on Baz, he only cares about him in that way" (last few have been with comments and tags reminding me of lines and scenes so this is is a team effort)

When Simon is faced with the possibility of Agatha wanting someone else, he doesn't care at all. It's "not his job to judge Agatha," his job is just "to be his boyfriend" which is absolutely Simon revealing that he feels like dating her is a job he's just supposed to do. Like it's a chore – most of us don't like doing chores! They're tiring and tedious! ("I waited until Agatha gave up on me" is indicative of "I felt like I wanted out, but I didn't want to be the one ending it, so I waited until she ended it" which also implies you're waiting for it to end) (I'm saying Simon wanted to break up, if that's not clear, even if he's not identifying that, even if he wants things – like home and security – that make it harder to go through with it). I mean, he's essentially saying "if Agatha wants to cheat on me that's none of my business." He is uninterested in talking through anything with her. He's immediately ready to move on (except in situations when he sees her as competition).

With Baz? He can't let it go. Baz is practically admitting he's a vampire and that Agatha caught him doing a little vampirism, and Simon doesn't hear it because he can't move past "Did you have to hold her hands???" They don't have a relationship yet – Simon has yet to figure out he wants Baz like that. What Baz does in this area of his life shouldn't be his business at that point, but Simon wants to make it his business. If Simon catches Baz in a potentially romantic situation with someone else, he wants Baz to explain himself. He can't move on.

Penny is like "Don't you want to know why your girlfriend was snogging your sworn nemesis?" or something, and Simon doesn't give a fuck about the idea of Agatha wanting to kiss someone else. He doesn't even register it. Instead, he focuses on Baz: "I didn't swear any oath" or something, as if Penny is exaggerating about how serious that "nemesis" business is. (Get this: even if Simon keeps telling you Baz is supposed to be his nemesis, the moment someone else says it, he resists it. Just like how he fights the idea of anyone knowing Baz better than him [wanting to be close] he fights the idea of Baz being seriously an enemy [resisting being apart] which already tells you he doesn't truly want to fight Baz – he's looking for other things when he picks up fights with him – hence why it takes him a nanosecond to admit "I like rolling around kissing as boyfriends so much better than fighting, let's just do that")

When he thinks Baz is going to be alone with someone who he believes is into Baz, someone he mistakenly Baz wants to kiss? he sure as fuck can't move on from that either. He's running after the car, infiltrating the apartment, and attacking the other guy the moment he gets in Baz's personal space.

#simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #carry on #simon snow trilogy #baz grimm pitch #baz x simon #awtwb #wayward son

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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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theearlgreymage · 1 year

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Thank you for the tags today and Sunday!! @ic3-que3n @shrekgogurt @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whogaveyoupermission and @aristocratic-otter

I have an absurd amount of WIPs between my life in the Carry On Fandom and the Buddy Daddies Brain Rot. So I'm going to number my WIPs 1-20 and roll a D20 a few times to decide what you guys get a sneak peak of!

Wands and Hair - A cute little Oneshot that I picked up in the Carry On Server of Simon going feral over Baz's hair held up in a bun with his wand.

He has fairly straight hair that has just a slight wave of body to it at the end. Normally, it's brushed neat.

But right now isn't normal. It's the end of term. Finals are soon. Everyone's a mess.

Except Baz.

The only real tell that he's just as stressed (maybe more stressed since it's actually showing?) is his tie being a bit loose with the top button of his shirt undone and his hair being a little rumpled. In our rooms, he's been twirling his pen and even his wand around the looser pieces of his hair.

This entire year, he has made it a point to establish that we are not friends. That we will never be friends. That even being acquaintances is out of the question. The only thing we are is roommates.

Roommates who are on opposite sides of a brewing war within the World of Mages apparently.

The Mage has tried explaining to me which of the Old Families should and should not be trusted. It was difficult to keep up with all the names. But some names that I have held onto are the Grimm’s and Pitch’s. Baz is both. His full name is bloody Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.

I don’t even have a middle name, and who knows if Snow is my real last name. It’s just what was written on my arm when the first care home found me on their doorstep. But Baz has a fancy middle name (that he prefers to his first name) and two last names. He also comes from the most powerful Old Family in England, and is fucking ruthless and perfect in everything he does.

None of it is fair.

So I’m enjoying this. Watching him. Seeing him finally show some semblance of normalcy as his hair becomes messier and messier with each twist of his pen through his dark locks.

2. Untitled - This will be a multi-chapter piece that isn't going to see the light of day until fall. It just popped into my head this week. But here's a couple little lines I have bouncing around in my head for it. The general premise is "what if Baz was the villain, but not by choice."

I thought it couldn't get any worse. Being locked inside a coffin and fed blood from a plastic cup for an untold amount of time. When they gave me the blood, I realized they had no plans of killing me.

That gave me hope. Someone could find me if I was still alive. (Well as alive as one can consider me.)

But then I felt it. A dark magic. Pulling at my consciousness.

There were words, a spell, coming from outside of the coffin. I couldn't make them out, even with my hearing, but I swore I recognized the voice.

Not that it mattered.

I wished they'd killed me.

Death would be better than this. Being locked inside your own head, conscious of what something else is doing with your body, but unable to do a damn thing about it.

This thing won't talk to me, but I recognize the magic at work.

The Insidious Humdrum is puppeteering me.

3. COBB Project #1 - I may have two different COBB projects in the works right now. I've been furiously typing away at these babies this week since I'm on a break from work.

I’m scared that I won’t be able to tell Simon everything on this list. That the memories will start to slip away over time the longer it takes me to find him. It’s inevitable, and I know that from experience.

I can barely remember my own mothers face at this point.

I try not to dwell on that too much. It will get me nowhere to worry about my own deteriorating thoughts when I could be putting that energy towards actually finding Simon.

He disappeared in the aftermath. As the light surrounding him and the Humdrum slowly dimmed until it was nothing, and then there was a crack in the air. In the atmosphere. It was like a dam had broken. Everything went black in a heartbeat. I couldn’t breath - whether from whatever was happening or from the feeling of being back in the coffin I don’t know.

I passed out.

And when I came to Simon was gone.

Little did I know at the time that the entire world as we knew it was also gone.

4. Honeypot - If you haven't watched the Buddy Daddies anime yet, please do. Trust me. It is worth it. This one will be a lengthy Oneshot. It's been living in my drafts for the last 3 weeks. I swear I'll finish it soon.

Kazuki is acting weird about this mission. Which I guess is fair - I’m breaking our normal routine that we’ve built up over the last few months.

What Kazuki doesn’t know is that this is normal for me. Well, for a younger version of me.

A version of me that had just figured out a big part of why I had no desire to carry on the family line, and wanted to rebel.

A version of me who just wanted to feel something.

I’d spend my free time rotating between a variety of clubs that catered to a specific type of clientele. The kind that would be willing to not ask questions beyond safe words and how I wanted to be fucked into the mattress.

It was thrilling for a time, letting someone so close. It would be so easy for them to end me if they wanted to. A strong enough hand around my throat. A hidden blade in my back. Part of me craved it, to be free of the monotony of it all, but I could never let my guard down enough for it to happen. Not that anyone ever even tried.

In the end, the thrill wore off fairly quickly.

Except for one club where I found I enjoyed it a bit more than the others. A man who knew exactly what to whisper in my ear to make me shiver.

TAGGING TIME

I literally cannot keep up with all of you guys. You're all so gosh darn talented and constantly sharing pieces of your work. So, I'm sorry if you've already uploaded your WIP's and I'm double tagging you for the day.

@stardustasincocaine @ivelovedhimthroughworse @buffy @ionlydrinkhotwater@artsyunderstudy @palimpsessed @onepintobean @confused-bi-queer @martsonmars @hushed-chorus @nausikaaa @fatalfangirl @larkral @ebbpettier @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart @yellobb @johnwgrey @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @letraspal @thewholelemon @foolofabookwyrm-activated

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ionlydrinkhotwater · 2 years

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Simon is really mean to himself. He says TERRIBLE things about himself. The only other character that is this self loathing is Baz. For Baz his self hatred is tied to his Vampirism, what he thought was unrequited love for Simon and the homophobia he experienced as a child. Baz is even AWARE of this and Simon is there by his side to tell him that he loves him and that he finds his vampirism hot.

For Simon his self loathing is kind of everywhere (Baz and CO Have an uphill battle, Fuck the Mage). He's critical of his appearance, his intelligence, his usefulness and his worth. We don't know much about Simon's past but we do know that he's been neglected and abused during Watford and likely before it as is strongly hinted. This kind of abuse can take a really brutal toll on your self worth. In the way Baz at his lowest becomes self destructive. Simon at his lowest will martyr himself. As RR says about Simon "he's so comfortable blaming himself. He's accepted the blame for everything's that's happened so far"

Its a pity Simon can't see how Baz sees him. Simon has no idea how impressive he is to other people. He doesn't realize that he is very pretty and clever. And that he's a total badass. He even feels ashamed of his wings and tail but Baz freaking LOVES Simon's wings and tail. It's interesting that at Ren Faire, Simon is actually into his wings for the first time. He's happy and standing straight and having a great time and suddenly Baz has to fight off boobs and a winky Vampire off his bf. Simon's oblivious (who has no vibe now?) Nothings changed except Simon's happy and like feeling himself for the first time in ages, he flirts with Baz and even makes out with during their getaway. Baz thinks its the thrill of danger turning Simon on, and that's a bit of it I agree but I also think Simon was feeling good and good about himself in that moment. That whole Ren Faire scene was like a hint of the good things to come from AWTWB

One line that hits me from RR about Simon from her Annotated playlist

"And doesn't this line evoke the tender mess that is Simon Snow-'Three leagues down, the soft side of where you left my rose gold crown...' Simon is all soft sides and rose gold crowns"

Like the chosen one and all of his soldier boy conditioning is the mask. But on the inside is a soft, bright guy whose waiting for kindness to help bring it out. And I really hope he goes back into therapy OMG

#simon snow #simon snow series #the simon snow trilogy #baz pitch #simon and baz #carry on rainbow rowell #rainbow rowell #snowbaz #simon snow trilogy #character study #meta

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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i'm simply aware i'm hard to resist

summary: you shouldn't have asked baz to sit in on austin rehearsing the 68 special just because you wanted to force austin's hand on paying attention to you in person, but you like to think you have the upper hand anyway. you don't. relationship: austin x reader, elvis x priscilla, mention of past austin x vanessa rating: m. word count: 5301 warning: dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, age difference of almost ten years, public sex, trailer sex, p in v sex, fingering, unprotected sex, implication of edging/orgasm control. i think that might be everything? author's note: hi. it's been a while. so i had this started for a while and then i got wrapped up in some real life stuff and writing a bunch of requests. but i see that i have almost 900 notes on the last part and it seems very cruel to deny y'all any longer. so hi. it's been a long time. a long time baby. also. not my favorite chapter, but, the next one, trust me i love that one so much it's a very good one. i hope you guys enjoy and i'm sorry if this feels like a letdown. promise i'll make it up to you. this is a part of the you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue series. specifically it’s the third. the first part is here and here is the second part.

"Still think I'm a sub, darlin'?" His voice slides easily into Elvis's accent and depth as he curls a finger inside your cunt. The noise it makes has you groaning against the headrest behind his head. "Still think I was a lapdog to Nessa? Still think I didn't have her on her knees when she asked for it like a good girl? When she didn't act like a brat?"

"You've got your fingers-" You take a shaky breath, trying to get friction against his hand that he won't move. "Why are you talking about your ex with your hand-" He cuts you off with a bite to your neck.

"To prove a point, Little Dove. You have to ask for what you want from me."

"And if I don't?" You almost snarled back because Christ did that bite hurt but it wasn't unwelcome either.

You feel him start to move his hand immediately after you ask that and you can't help the whine of daddy that escapes you unbidden. He stops at the word and smirks. "Then the little dove is going to go back inside wet and aching for her daddy. Unable to cum again. Not able to feel how hard she made daddy." He paused. "Could even make her have to watch daddy take care of what she did to him in the passenger seat. No touching of course. Because she won't ask."

"So what will it be, Little Dove? Am I going to hear how pretty you coo with my fingers in you today? See how your face looks when you're spaced out and fucking yourself on them?" His teeth pull in his lower lip, biting it along the way. "Or are you just going watch your daddy?"

"You're not my daddy." You responded before anything else. "But I'd like you to let me cum. On your fingers."

He grins and it is so strangely soft you swear your heart skips a beat. "Your wish is my command, Little Dove. Was that so hard?"

“Y/N?” You hear your name being called, shaking you out of the daydream you found yourself having. You look up and see your vocal coach looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “Were you listening?”

You want to lie, you probably should lie but Isabelle is nice and you need her help at least for now to learn how to have your own voice flit easily to Priscilla’s at a moment’s notice. “I’m- not in the slightest, sorry Isabelle, the time change is still messing with my head.”

A half lie, but a half truth. Your body still hadn’t quite adjusted to the time difference and you found yourself on more than one occasion waking up in the middle of the night or passing out in your trailer during lunch However, you’re also entirely aware staying up late talking to Austin might have also been the problem. Part of it was that his rehearsals were taking up a lot of time, trying to perfect the moves was taking so much of his time and that wasn’t even getting into his vocal work- of which you really didn’t think he needed that much, but you never had asked him how long he had already been working on it. But really though, you were daydreaming and you knew it. Honestly, this was beginning to become a problem with you and not being able to- act on your daydream. Austin seemed into you and yes while you had said that you wouldn’t be calling him daddy you hadn’t figured that was a deal breaker for sexual contact that wasn’t over text.

From the way he was acting though, apparently it was. Apparently you were the bad sub who broke the rule and now you get this sad- attempt at attention. You want to pout about it, honestly, you want to march right up to him and ask if he gets off on leaving subs hanging. You thought he didn’t and yet here he was just leaving you hanging, wanting for more while not giving you anything beyond little crumbs. It was feeling like Papi all over again.

“You’re lucky what I was saying wasn’t too important.” Isabelle shakes her head before sighing. “How about we try this again tomorrow? Hm? After you’ve gotten sleep and are focused on me and not- whatever else it is that has your attention.”

You have the decency to look a little guilty before you nod. “Probably for the best, I’m sorry, this- I’m usually much more of a professional.”

“I’ve heard. But Australia isn’t for the faint of heart. We’ll get you there.” She replies pointing to your lines. “But practice in the meantime. Get a partner if they don’t keep you awake too long.”

Your eyebrows wait until she leaves the trailer before they just raise up at her sentence. Telling you to get a partner to practice your Priscilla voice with. Yeah, that was going to end well. Honestly the only person you could think of doing it with was Austin because if anyone would know other than your coach how Priscilla should sound it would be him.

Come to think of it, maybe your vocal coach had a point about needing to practice with someone and honestly, you didn’t have anything pressing to do right in that moment. Where was the harm in maybe going to watch Austin as he rehearsed the 68 special. Where was the harm in maybe actually using it as a chance to talk to him in person afterward. He couldn’t very well ignore you if you were right there. You shoot off a quick text to Baz, asking if it’s alright for you to sit in on the rehearsal even though you weren’t necessarily in costume. His response was a simple yes with a picture of an empty spot right at the front of the stage. You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you walked to the sound stage. You had seen how Austin looked with his hair but you had yet to see how he looked in any of his costumes. In fact, you had heard that this particular one was a bit much probably due to the leather involved. Honestly, the part of you that respected the other side of the camera, the directing and the production side of it was just curious if Catherine had used actual leather.

Hey. Baz said I could come by and watch you rehearse. Front row seat to how my Elvis looks all put together.

My hair isn't completely put together, Cilla.

Less of a hassle for hair and make up to put back together if someone messes it up.

Are you planning to?

I mean I might not be wearing any panties under my skirt so maybe?

Jesus Christ, Y/N. Don’t say stuff like that. I'm in compression underwear but that can only do so much. Leather isn't that forgiving.

You don’t respond back with anything other than an angel emoji. Are you aware there is a possibility it might get you in trouble? Yes, you are but anything is better than the load of nothing Austin has been giving you. The walk to the rehearsal area takes longer than expected just because the assistant assigned to dragging you there is lost herself. Why you got one of the few assistants who don’t know their way around the set just yet, you have no idea but you’re stuck with her and it’s a little grating. You make polite small talk, all while trying to tell her that you go this certain way because you were paying attention the last time you had an assistant tell you where to go. Eventually you arrive and you smile before practically rushing the stage. Austin is nowhere to be found at the time, but still it doesn’t hurt to be in position for when he does show up.

Baz’s voice is what you hear before you see Austin show up, too enraptured in your phone but when you look up your jaw drops and you swear you hear yourself gasp. Intellectually you’re aware that Austin is attractive and intellectually you’re aware that the leather jumpsuit on Elvis is attractive. Somehow your brain didn’t combine both of these things together into one thought of Austin in Elvis’s leather jumpsuit would be as attractive as it is. It occurs to you in the back of your head that whenever he is completely in costume you’re not entirely sure you’ll be able to act like a professional without someone coaching you. Austin turns to see you before you have a chance to school your face into something more normal and he smirks like he’s less Austin Butler and more Elvis Presley and it shouldn’t turn you on but for some reason it does. Austin takes the long way around the stage, allowing himself to pass by you and have his fingertips graze your shoulders. You shiver and you know it’s not because of the cold air in the room. This is continuing to be a problem, oh this is going to become a very very big problem if he keeps this up. It takes him a second to get settled on stage, jumping around like he’s needing to adjust how the jumpsuit is gripping parts of his bottom half but when he does he looks at you and winks before launching into the scene he needs to rehearse. It’s been a minute since you’ve done extra work and this isn’t necessarily the full scene but you show your enthusiasm as you should at the right moments and if you didn’t know any better Austin appears to be feeding off your reactions, focusing on you versus Baz or Polly or anyone else. In a way it's flattering and your brain focuses purely on that and you feel almost like you do when you’re being praised before you’re brought back to Earth by the touch of Austin’s fingers near your chin. His grip isn’t tight but it forces you to look at him to see how his eyes- those blue eyes are looking like the beginnings of a storm at sea- dangerous but inviting all the same. Your breath leaves your body and you end up leaning forward just a bit before he drops your chin and stands back up with an ease you envy. You’re a professional but you swear you’re a little lightheaded.

The thing was, it would have been one thing if Austin had just done it once, you could have handled that, brushed it off as Austin just wanting you to look at him just that one time, but he keeps doing it. The second you appear to be not paying attention to him and he’s on his knees in front of you he’s grabbing your chin. It should be less invigorating by now, less breathtaking but maybe it’s the combination of seeing him fall to his knees or maybe it’s knowing that he wants you to just focus on him and him alone but by the time Baz says something about taking a break you feel like you’re hearing him in a tunnel. You’re not, and you know you’re not in subspace but you still swear you feel your blood pumping through your veins, taking oxygen to where it needs to go. You realize that you need to get out of here, and you think you need to actually get Austin to come with you without anyone else accompanying you. It shouldn’t be too hard to do, just tell Baz that you two count as each other’s buddies and you’ll have him back within the hour. Thankfully Austin looks like he’s reviewing the footage with Baz as you get up and make your way to them, a smile on your face that betrays none of the problems going through your head right in that moment.

“Y/N!” Baz exclaims, causing Austin to turn and face you. If he notices how you seem to stop breathing for a second when he looks at you he doesn’t comment on it, instead choosing to wrap an arm around your shoulder the second you’re close enough. In any other circumstance, with anyone else you would have already removed their arm with a sharp comment. The sharp comment is still on your tongue, but you let Austin keep his arm around you, enjoying the weight of it for once in your life.

“Baz, that was amazing, I- if that’s just the rehearsal I think the actual scene is going to be amazing. Exactly what his special needs.” You pause, and look up at Austin through the corner of your eyes. “Can I steal my Elvis- your leading man for the hour? Or just a bit while everyone’s getting lunch. I think he needs to sit down- can’t have him passing out, am I right?”

Baz eyes both you and Austin curiously for a moment before he nods. “Only because I know you know as well as every assistant on this production that we can’t go around losing him. And I did see you try and shake off your own helper when you came in, I trust you know the way to his trailer from yours.”

Your brain does not even process the words coming out of your mouth before you say them with a laugh. “Not intimately, but I do.”

Austin chokes on what you think is air at those words, coughing for a second as if to clue you in to what you said before he manages some form of composure himself. “Never intimately, because that’d be weird.”

You wince with your entire body at that sentence, wondering what you were thinking saying what you said and what in the world Austin was thinking following up with that. “He-”

“Don’t worry, I understand. I’ll let you two “not intimately” find your way to the trailers.” Baz laughs quietly despite every part of his face saying that he finds the exchange to be the funniest thing he’s heard in a while.

When Baz has turned and when Austin has started to turn with you still under his arm you let out a huff of air. “We’re never speaking of that again.”

“Agreed.” Austin quickly says before he looks down at you curled under his arm looking like you’ve always belonged there. “Did you like the show?”

The hum that leaves you is an attempt to buy you time, an attempt to make it so you can decide just how to answer that before you actually speak. You don’t trust yourself to go with your gut reaction. “It was- good.”

Good, you say like you haven’t been feeling half edged from Austin grabbing your chin while on his knees over and over again. Good, you say like you didn’t feel like every person from the 50s and 60s who felt some kind of way watching Elvis gyrate across the stage.

Austin raises his eyebrows at you as the two of you exit the building, the sunlight temporarily blinding you both. “Just good?”

Your lips curl into a smirk. “Were you expecting a better answer? That it made me so wet you sticking your fingers in me would make a definite noise?”

Austin forces both of you to stop and removes his arm from your shoulder and moves to stand in front of you. “Not that answer, but you’ve been chasing after my hand every time I took it away, Little Dove. Looking like a good girl wanting to have her daddy force her to look up at him.”

You hate how your height difference forces you to look up at him exactly like how he just described and you hate how you don’t stop his hand from moving under your chin as you do. Much like the weight of his arm against your shoulders, the grip of his hand against your chin feels like it should be there, feels comforting and in the back of your mind, you’re worried, you don’t know Austin well enough yet. You don’t know him well enough yet and- you know what happens when you give things up too fast, when you let yourself go too fast.

"Maybe if my daddy had done something to me in person his little dove wouldn't be like that." You shrug and realize you called him daddy but you find that you don't mind necessarily. It felt like it was needed in this instance, like maybe Austin needed to hear you say daddy to get your point across. “I wouldn’t want to have daddy’s hands all over me. I wouldn’t have to put myself right in front of him to get his attention. And he still doesn’t get it.”

There’s a moment where Austin’s eyes darken just a hair and his pupils expand a little. It’s then that you know you chose the right path in saying daddy. He tilts his head and his grip tightens just a little. “What happened to not calling me daddy? Or did you lie in that text message? Too fucked out to realize what you were saying?”

Your hand finally wraps around Austin’s wrist and you find yourself tapping once while looking him dead on, not a hint of submission in your eyes. It’s not an answer to his question, it’s merely you telling him to remove his hand. Almost as if he’s been burned he lets it drop to his side and you hum in appreciation before starting to continue your walk to his trailer. "I just saw you fall to your knees in leather in front of me more than ten times in an hour. I'm only human, Butler."

Austin doesn’t immediately follow you, allowing there to be a small amount of distance between the two of you and you realize it about the time he decides to catch up to you right about the point you get to his trailer. You realize he’s caught up to you when you feel the heat of his body against your own and his breath against your neck and against your ear. “Remember how I told you all you had to do was ask when it came to what you want, Little Dove. You haven’t been. We’ve- talked over text but you haven’t asked me once. I was leaving you be-”

Turning around is a bad idea, you know this, you know you’re going to get caged in but hearing Austin’s whispers lights something within you, makes you mildly furious to the point where you instinctually turn around to defend yourself, spitting like an angry cat. “Leaving me be to what? Crawl after you like some pathetic girl who needs you? Needs your validation? Just because I let you dominate me doesn’t mean I need-”

Austin silences you with a look. A look of intention as he opens his trailer door. A look heated enough that you realize you might have overstepped saying that. He is not your dom, you have not given him consent but that look, that look where his eyes have become as dark as a stormy night has you pausing even though your natural instinct is to be more of a brat. The moment the door is fully open he exhales. “Leaving you be to choose if you wanted to fool around. I just got out of a relationship that lasted almost all of my twenties, I don’t- I don’t need this. The ball is in your court and I wanted to respect it.”

“What?” Your voice sounds softer than you realized it could be and sounds younger than you mean to sound.

If Austin’s taken aback by how you sound he doesn’t show it and instead his hand moves to brush a bit of your hair out of your face before once again grabbing at your chin, “You can walk away from this right now. I’ll still be your costar, maybe your friend if you like talking to me enough. I don’t- It could be those two times as a fling.”

He is giving you the option to just throw this whatever away, giving you the option to not have to do anything to just have enjoyed him twice and then the two of you could just remain professional. It’s- you don’t sleep with every single one of your costars, but when you do it usually- you’ve always felt like you might not have had as much of a choice as Austin is offering you. You had already made a mess of things, you needed to stick with it. Between père and Austin- this is nice, you should just tell him that yes, you’d like to just ignore this and write it off as fling but you don’t want to. You want to see where this goes, if it ends poorly or if like père you can just- exit stage right so to speak with your dignity intact.

You don't trust yourself to say this. You don't trust your tongue to not trip over what you want to say because having this choice is a heady thing. Instead you close the distance between the two of you, kissing him with all the fervor of a woman dying for even a trace of water in the desert. You feel a growl against your lips or maybe it's in your soul because you swear things are just narrowing to you and Austin the more you kiss him, the more you feel his tongue against your own. Both of you are aware anyone can see you but Austin doesn't seem to care, choosing to somehow use leverage you hadn't quite realized he had to lift you up as your legs move around his waist. His grip on your thighs has you grinding just a little as you pull away, knowing you two cannot do this out in the open and you're right by the trailer.

"Trailer, daddy?" You practically whimper, your voice betraying just how much you want Austin and how- him telling you that you could easily walk away made you feel.

His lips had moved to your neck in the short time you had separate and you hear a groan as he pulls away to grab at the handle of the trailer, almost throwing it open, not letting go of you as he almost stumbles into the trailer, finding the bed in what you feel is record time and dropping you on it. “Calling me daddy after all that talk about not wanting to. Aren’t you just daddy’s good girl, Little Dove. Get out of the skirt.”

Your lips curl into a bit of a smirk even as your chest heaves a bit at the praise and the order. It doesn’t take you that long to get out of the skirt, making sure to be careful with it lest Catherine get onto you for ruining a costume. You are wearing underwear, a lie that you’re sure Austin is going to note, but you find that you’re not entirely sure you mind all that much. “Daddy seems to be the only way to get you to do what I want, Austin. Still don’t think you’re my daddy. You haven’t-”

Your response is cut off with another kiss as Austin presses his lips against yours, his body pushing you against the bed while his hands move to grip your hips. “I haven’t what, Little Dove? What do I have to do to prove I’m worthy of you calling me that?”

His grip on your hips has you arching your back without meaning to and while he lets you arch just a little he stops you before you have a chance to cause any real friction. You groan in frustration, this was going to be the car all over again. “Not this-” You try and arch again but Austin’s grip forces you to stop. It doesn’t hurt and you’re okay with it despite your frustration. “I’m not going to tell you, that would make it too easy for you. You wouldn’t earn it.”

That might have been the wrong thing to say as Austin uses the grip he has on your hips to allow himself to slide your underwear off, exposing your cunt to a rush of cold air as it tries to clench at nothing. You’ve been wet since the second you saw him in the suit and here he is still in it on top of you pulling your panties down like it’s nothing, you shut your eyes, trying to escape the image for a moment. In your mind you see Elvis doing this to Priscilla and it makes you pause and your eyes shoot open before noticing that it’s Austin- you’re here with Austin and he looks like he’s going to eat you alive. He hums as he finally finishes taking off your underwear, balling it up and tossing it above your head. You think he’s sizing you up and it makes you squirm despite your best efforts to not. “I wouldn’t earn it.” He leans over you, his mouth placing soft kisses up your neck as he removes one hand from your hip to unbutton your shirt. “You’d know all about not earning things, Dove. You want to play at being a brat when all you want is to be someone’s good girl.” He finishes the last button and slides the shirt off enough to expose your chest and your bra. His fingers are gentle, a feather light touch that has your breath catching in your chest as you look at him.

“You don’t- Austin- don’t.” Don’t tease, not when you’ve been wanting this every time you’ve seen him lately. Not when your daydreams are haunted by the feel of his cock and the feel of his fingers inside you. “Another time.”

He stops his touch on your skin and lets go of your hip. “Later.”

You look at him and frown. “Fuck me. You’ve got an hour, Austin and I’ll- consider it.”

“We’re going to be late.” He says as an answer, placing a series of kisses against your chest, nipping just a tad as he unhooks the bra. He needs to get out of his jumpsuit, he knows this, but he wants to see your chest heave for him, see how he’s affecting you in this suit. Still, he moves just enough for you to get your shirt off and your bra.

“You’re overdressed.” A pause as you clench your thighs together. “Daddy.”

The look Austin gives you is downright evil for a moment until he stands up and gets out of the jumpsuit quicker than you’d have thought was possible. The second he’s out of it and it’s folded- a little sloppily- off to the side, he’s against your body, his hand moving to cup your cunt. One of his fingers slides between your folds. “So fucking wet for me, so fucking wet for your daddy.”

You should correct him but he’s touching you and you can’t help the way you keen just a little. It’s embarrassing but his fingers are bigger than yours, feel thicker and you missed feeling them even after that one time. “Austin. Don’t tease, please, just- I want you to fuck me, please.”

“You learned.” He chuckles, removing his finger and pushing your legs apart so he can settle in between them. “You ask and I’ll give you everything you want, Little Dove.” He leans over you to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Good girl.”

Your toes curl as he enters you slowly as can be. It’s an adjustment but you’re honestly wet enough that it doesn’t hurt, it just feels like a pressure that threatens to overwhelm you. You exhale softly, before you bite your lip, trying to remain quiet as your hands move to his back gripping it and you swear you feel as if you might be drawing blood when you do. Austin isn’t complaining as what sounds like a growl and a groan leaves his lips. You both don’t move for a moment until you speak. “Go on, fuck me Austin. Time’s wasting. Professionals aren’t late.”

That spurs something in Austin, has him thrusting slowly at first, watching your face to see what you’re enjoying as if he’s forgotten since you both had sex in the car. The second your hands move to his hair he speeds up, his body taking your hair pull to mean it’s alright to fuck you harder. Maybe it's the fact that you were already turned on, the fact that you’ve been wanting to feel him again but it almost feels too overwhelming. You’re not- you’re in the moment feeling the stretch of his cock, every vein, every slide of your skin against his. It’s- you don’t know how to describe the feeling to yourself or to Austin. You like to think it’s written on your face from how Austin looks down at you as he thrusts, it’s not with love but it’s not lust it’s something in between, something you can’t put a word to but it’s new. You want to chase it like you’re chasing your orgasm, but you know your orgasm will come quicker than a concrete definition of that look.

You hear Austin murmuring things against your neck as he kisses a line up to your jaw and your lips and the second he’s close enough you can’t help but bite at his lips, trying to make him make some sort of noise and you’re rewarded with another groan into your mouth. You lose track of the time, your world narrowing to his lips and his cock and his arms- and everything that’s just the two of you and this bed and this trailer. Austin stills for a moment and groans into your neck you feel the warmth of his come before you follow him for what you’re pretty sure is your second orgasm.

“Aus-” You whisper trying to catch your breath.

“Y/N-” He collapses next to you before flopping onto the bed and pulling you to his chest. “We- We’re gonna lay here and we can go again in a second.”

“We don’t have to- I came twice.” You look up at him, nuzzling at his chest. “Can we just lay here, you’ll need your energy.”

“Okay.” He answers, kissing the top of your head. “We’ve got about 15 minutes. I’ve got some nuts on the vanity.”

You snort before you have a chance to stop it. “I’m glad you specified the vanity, because I know you have some nuts over here.”

Austin doesn’t speak for a good minute before his body shakes with a full body laugh that shakes you and the bed. “A nut joke.”

You start giggling, running your hand over your face. “A nut joke. Perks of fooling around with me.”

He takes a moment to catch his breath, moving his hand underneath your chin to pull you in for a soft kiss. “Great humor and you’re a brat. I won the lottery, didn’t I?”

You shrug. “I’ve heard I have a pretty good pussy too.”

“Careful, I might need to test that out again. With my pretty good dick.”

You try to respond but are overtaken by your laughter that feeds into his own and you find yourself thinking you could get used to this. This is a big opportunity for you and Austin but that didn’t mean that you both couldn’t enjoy yourselves while you were filming. Besides, what was the harm in being method to a point with Austin. It made sense for the two of you to be together onscreen and off. Filming would only be half a year anyway, nothing too serious.

If only you had known.

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