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“A lot of people tell me I’m a bit dreamy. But I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else.”

— Alex Turner

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Omg okay so I was just thinking how cute it would be if you were pregnant with Austin’s baby and it started kicking whenever you guys played (and/or Austin sang) Elvis music 🥹 eventually you had to be like omg pls turn it off I need rest lol but then because of that you were gonna name it Presley regardless of gender ❤️

Guardian Angel’s Voice - Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

“Mm, can I get a kick, baby? Can you say hello?” Austin mumbled against your swollen stomach. 

You giggled as he turned his head and pressed an ear against your stomach. “I know you’re in there. You can’t hide from me.” 

Butterflies erupted within your stomach as Austin spoke. Due to his rigorous preparations for the Elvis film, his deep, husky voice had a southern twang to it. 

“Maybe he’s tired,” you suggested, reaching out to massage his scalp. 

“She was just moving around five minutes ago. You said so yourself,” he replied, making you roll your eyes. 

The pair of you were still arguing over the gender. You wanted a mini Austin, but he wanted a baby girl to love and protect. “Come on, honey. Your daddy just got home and he’s been waiting to greet you all day,” you coaxed, rubbing your hand over your belly, “Don’t you wanna hear about his day of being Elvis Presley?” 

After another few minutes of silence, Austin sighed before sitting up. “It’s alright. It’s late, anyway. You need to get some rest and I need to start preparing for tomorrow’s scene.” 

You released a breath. “Alright, but don’t hold back tonight. I promise you won’t wake me if you need to play some music or anything. And, anyways, I like hearing you rehearse.” 

He chuckled, reaching his hands out to help you up. “Yeah, yeah. You get some rest, though. Promise me.” 

He raised his eyebrows at you as you stuck out your pinkie. “Pinkie promise.” Austin wrapped his larger pinkie around yours before standing you up. 

An Elvis record was already playing on the vinyl when the two of you reached the bedroom. “Can’t Help Falling In Love” softly echoed around the large room as a smile came to your face. Looking up at Austin, you noticed that he was already looking down at you. He placed his large hand over your stomach. 

“My loves,” he cooed, placing a kiss on your forehead before bending down, “Both of you.” 

Right as he placed a kiss on your stomach, your baby sent out one strong kick. You gasped as his jaw dropped. He grabbed your stomach with both hands before looking up at you with an electrified gaze. 

“Did you see that?” he asked eagerly.

“I felt that!” you replied, voice laced with excitement. 

Austin was ecstatic. He’d finally received another subtle act of affection from his baby. “I’m gonna turn the music down so she can hear me better,” he said, running over to the record player. 

Charmed by his excitement, you giggled before making your way over to the bed. As you sat down, Austin kneeled in front of the edge of the bed. Taking both hands, he cupped your stomach. 

“I’m right here, baby,” he spoke gently, “and I love you so much.” 

However, he received nothing in response. He frowned before looking up at you. You mirrored his expression. “I don’t get it,” you began, “She just kicked.” 

“She?” Austin’s expression morphed into a smirk. “I thought it was a he.”

Realizing your mistake, you scoffed. “Whatever. They are very much awake right now. I don’t understand why they aren’t responding to your voice now.” 

Austin’s brows furrowed as he took a moment to think. Then, he glanced back at the record player before standing up. 

“Hmm,” he hummed, “I wonder . . .”

He walked the short distance back to the record player and turned the music back up. Once again, Elvis’s voice bounced off of the dimly-lit bedroom’s walls. As he walked back over, you felt another kick. 

Eyes wide, you gestured him back over, frantically waving your hand. He raised his brows before jumping to his knees and sliding over to you. “She kick?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Mhm. As soon as the music started playing again.”

Austin placed his hand over your stomach. Within a few seconds, he felt a tiny foot kick his palm. A smile grew on his face. “There she is.”

“So, she likes Elvis,” you inferred, making him look up at you. 

He chuckled, shaking his head before looking back at your stomach. “Of course she does.” 

“It’s like he’s the guardian angel voice that’s helping us communicate with her,” you replied, “You know . . . Presley would be a cute name for a boy . . . or girl.” 

“So . . . can we agree it’s a girl?” Austin asked, eyeing you hopefully. 

“I will love whatever gender they turn out to be, but yes, I think Presley sounds really cute for a little girl.” 

Austin leaned back, pumping his fists in the air. “Yes!” he exclaimed before leaning forward to address your stomach, “You hear that, Presley? Mommy’s finally on board.” 

The baby kicked again, making you both laugh. 

For the next two weeks, Austin made sure to play an Elvis record whenever he wanted to talk to Presley. It wasn’t difficult, given that he was always playing Elvis’s music for his role. Whenever you were in the room while he was prepping, your baby was really active. 

One night, you were trying to get some rest, but Austin was rehearsing and had Elvis’s music playing. Presley wouldn’t stop moving. 

“Austin?” you groaned, making him turn from his chaotic wall of Elvis pictures. 

“Hm?” he hummed. 

“Can you turn that music down? Presley won’t go to sleep.”

Austin laughed, tilting his head back before eyeing you affectionately. “Am I keeping her up?” 

“Very much so,” you groaned, wincing as she kicked again. 

“Sorry, baby,” he apologized, walking over to the bed, “and you, my darlin’, need to let your mother rest. Capeesh?” 

He placed his hand on your stomach and Presley kicked it. You sighed as he laughed, pressing his face against your belly. “That better mean yes, young lady,” he replied. 

I think elvis gets more sad the more i watch it.

The first time i watched it, i got teary eyes as he sang his last song.

Then, i cried when he entered the plane and is talking about the bird with no legs.

Now im tearing up just REMEMBERING him say "im all outta dreams" in his just absolutly defeated voice.

Its just so tragic, bro i will fucking bawl when i see this movie again

me after seeing the Elvis movie

I know she’d be proud ❤️

apparently there’s a 4 hour version of Elvis?

Baz Luhrmann, i am on my knees

speaking of people who are new to Elvis, i am absolutely loving how this scene is confusing the hell outta the newbies

baz really said we will have no other scenes showing that Elvis was a joker, just this one

Baz Luhrmann making Elvis Movie.

This better be the first scene of Stranger Things Season 5

Eddie Munson defending his musical tastes + (being relatable).

STRANGER THINGS 4.08 - Chapter Eight | Papa

If Austin Butler doesn’t win an award for his portrayal of Elvis Presley then what’s the point of award shows?

He was incredible

The Devil I Know — Austin Butler x Reader

Pairing: Austin Butler x f!Reader

Type: Oneshot (i could be swayed to write more for this AU though...)

Summary: Between the two of you, Austin has always been in control. But when he denies your pleasure for his own gratification after two weeks away, you decide to make matters into your own hands.

Word Count: 7K...a monstrosity...

Rating: E (Explicit) ***18+ only. Minors DNI or you will be blocked.

Warnings: there's a lot.... Oral sex (male- and female- receiving), biting, bondage, dominant/submissive relationship, degradation, spanking, deepthroating, edging, orgasm denial, "sir" kink, power play, consensual sexual manipulation, forced orgasm (all of this is consensual)

A/N: At long last, it is here ♡ This is a work of fiction and is not intended to be taken as truth or fact. I do not claim to own Austin Butler or any other affiliated names or fictional events. Other details, such as names, locations, and events, are also fictionalized. Please note that the representations of body types in my moodboard are not intended to exclude anybody of any race, ethnicity, or body shape.

And please, for the love of all that is holy, comment/reblog/send asks if you want to see more of my writing—thank you in advance!

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     It all started when you and Austin Butler locked eyes from across the red carpet. And now you lived together in a beautiful house with a cute dog and a big backyard.

     Ever since you’d started dating Austin Butler, your life had turned into a dream. He was the best boyfriend you’d ever had. He treated you so well, communicated with you, wasn’t shy to share his emotions. He celebrated with you, cried with you, enjoyed the little things in life with you. He whisked you away with him on travel, both for his job and for holiday: London, New York City, Bali, Rome. He kissed you in front of paparazzi without any inhibitions. He treated you as if you were a personal gift from God sent directly to him, and you loved it.

     But sometimes, dating Austin was a nightmare. Speaking facetiously, of course. But you’d never before been treated the way Austin treats you in bed. You’d never met someone with an appetite quite like his, sexually speaking. You’d never been with anyone before who was so singlemindedly determined to inflict such deliriously agonizing pleasure upon you. Austin was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and you were at the focus. 

     Tonight, you and Austin were planning on going to a party hosted by one of the designers who worked with him on his latest project. The party was sure to be attended by all of the heavy-hitter celebrities in Austin’s circle. It was a themed party—The Devil I Know as the theme. According to one of your friends who’s planning on attending the party with her actor boyfriend, too, the name of the game for the party’s theme was red and black. You could just see it…a swath of partygoers clad in luxury leather and velvet, fur coats (faux, of course—this is Los Angeles, after all), fishnets, sleek tailored suits, chains, chokers. Think, Lucifer in luxury brands, your friend had elaborated. 

     And you had the perfect outfit. A tight-fitting number that looked more like glorified lingerie than a dress. It was the color of expensive Cabernet, with a V neckline accentuated with straps. The dress’s hemline was made of lush satin and delicate lace, under which you wore micro fishnet thigh highs and a garter belt. And of course, the outfit was elevated by decadent gold jewelry, your black Prada bag, and your trusty Louboutins. It was utterly indecent, even considering the party’s racy theme. You might as well have been wearing actual devil's horns as the cherry on top.

     But you don’t intend to leave for the party at all tonight. In fact, you had other intentions entirely for this night. Plans involving making Austin pay for what he’d done to you last night. 

     This summer, Austin had been traveling much more than usual, doing interview after interview to promote his new movie. That’s not why you want to punish him. In fact, you didn’t mind that he’d been gone more often than not lately; you’d been keeping busy with a life of your own, too.

     Last night, Austin flew back home after a two-week span away, mostly in New York. He’d wanted you to come with him on the trip, but you had work to do and had to decline. Austin was such a baby about that—he called you most every night, nearly begging you to catch the next flight to JFK and join him. You’d just laughed and told him you’d see him soon back in LA. Of course, he’d understood—but he made it clear to you every night (in the form of provocative texts and lewd photos) how badly he wanted you, needed you. 

     So when he finally returned home last night, he had two weeks worth of pent-up sexual energy. And he absolutely bombarded you…

     “Please,” you’d begged him, your voice absolutely shot with agony. Your hands strained against the handcuffs on either end of the headboard he had locked you in.

     Austin loomed over you like a stormcloud of dark desire. He had one of your legs pinned down with the weight of his own body, your other leg draped over his shoulder. And a vibrator, pulsing agonizingly slowly, pressed to your sex—enough to elicit a fine sheen of sweat on your forehead and a rivulet of moisture from your pussy, but not enough to actually get you off. 

     He smirked maniacally up at you. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

     You plead his name, trying to grind yourself against the vibrator. He brought his lips to your inner thigh and bit it gently with his perfect teeth while he turned up the setting, and you moaned in relief, finally able to lose yourself in the pleasure, which starts to grow and grow in rapid swells—

     Until he shut the vibrator off entirely. You wanted to scream in frustration, wanted to seize the toy in your own hands, but you couldn’t. And he had the audacity to grin maniacally at you.

     “Now you know how I’ve had to feel for the past two weeks without you,” he purred and did the whole thing all over again. 

     As you let last night’s memory flood your mind again, a furious warmth rushed to your core. He hadn’t let you get off that night, not once. He hadn’t given you a single thing you’d wanted. He hadn’t even given you himself—he’d made you watch while he got himself off to the idea of you being denied. And once he was done with you, you were far too exhausted physically and mentally to do anything about your neglected arousal.

     He would pay. He may have been the one in control last night, but not tonight. 

     You smirked to yourself at the thought and let your hips sway to the sound of the music playing through your AirPods as you finished washing up the last of the dishes. You were already dressed and ready to go, heels and all. It was nearly 6 pm; Austin was due home at any moment from a meeting with his agent. The plan was to leave the house by 7, get to the party by 7:45. Your clandestine agenda was to make sure that you never even left the house. 

     You suddenly felt a warm body press against your back and a pair of greedy hands slide over your waist. Those hands slid up your body, up your neck, all the way to your AirPods, and gently pulled them out so you could hear his reproving voice. 

     “You can’t possibly mean to go out like this.”

     “What?” you asked him, your red-lipped pout betrayed by the playful glint of your smokey eyes.

     And your boyfriend’s eyes, filled with barely-restrained hunger, raked down your body. God, you loved when he looked at you like that. “You look… You look…”

     “I look what?” you smirked. Austin seemed momentarily at a loss for words, and your smile only grew as you noticed the bobbing motion of his throat. You were well-aware of the sort of punishment from him this behavior would elicit. “This is the theme, isn’t it? The Devil I Know?”

     He didn’t reply. You stepped back and placed your hands on your hips, taunting him. Challenging him. His eyes followed the movement. 

     “What happened to the dress your stylist picked out?” he asked. “The one you’d texted a picture of to me last week?”

     Indeed you had a different outfit picked out last week, an elegant number by Armani, shipped straight from Italy. But you went this morning to shop for the alternative.

     “This seemed more fun,” you said dismissively.

     You had to admit, Austin looked pretty fucking debonair in his sleek suit, perfectly tailored and made of jet black satin. Your Armani dress was supposed to be his perfect match—black and black. But you hold firm, smoothing down the front of your new dress, which was just barely excusable for evening attire.

     And which was apparently was driving Austin all types of mad.

     Just as you’d planned.

     “You look…dangerous,” Austin finally finished his thought. You turned away to pat your hands dry on the kitchen towel, but you couldn’t hide your grin. 

     “Dangerous? Does that mean you don’t like it?” you simpered with concerned eyes. You already knew the answer to that.

     “I didn’t say that,” Austin muttered as a means of evading your question. But his eyes were quickly growing dark, like low-hanging clouds in the sky.

     “I guess I’ll just have to go change, then,” you purred, slowly stepping around Austin toward the bedroom. He didn’t hesitate a second to grab you gently by the arm, pulling you back.

     “Don’t change clothes,” Austin grumbled, and the rasp of his voice reeled you in like a fish on a line. You turned back to face him, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

     “So we’re going to the costume party after all, then?”

     “I think we’re going to be a bit late.”

     Whatever spell you’d cast on him was instantaneously broken. Austin pulled your hips toward him so your body was flush against his. You made a surprised sound, but your next breath was quickly stolen away by Austin’s fervent mouth against yours. His warm hand braced the back of your neck while the other snaked lower down your back, down toward the hem of your ridiculously short dress. A low growl vibrated across Austin’s chest as he touched the hidden garter belt. He gave your ass a squeeze, a motion that sent zings of warmth between your legs. 

     “Austin,” you gasped the moment he broke away. His pretty mouth was smeared with your lipstick. “I…”

     But you couldn’t finish your thought. Austin’s fingers were inching down again, tracing a line across the bottom curve of your ass. 

     “This is what you wanted, isn’t it,” he said. When you nodded, he chuckled lowly. “You devil. Such a naughty girl.”

     “If I’m the devil, then I’m right on theme,” you smirked at him. You barely registered as he guided you across the kitchen.

     “If you’re the devil, take me to hell with you.” 

     Your hip bumped against the side of the kitchen table. “You’d like it there,” you jested. “Nice place. Gets quite hot in the summertime, though.”

     The jokes were over, though. In one swift motion, Austin spun your body around so you were facing away from him. The next thing you knew, he bent you over at the waist, and your chest was pressed against the dining room table, arms splayed out in front of you.

     Oh.

     “We really are gonna be late, aren’t we,” you giggled, tilting your head to the side to face him. Austin stepped back for a brief second, his breath catching in his throat. What a sight you must have been…your backside shining up at him over the edge of the table, your dress—already so damn short—riding up your hips, revealing the prize hidden beneath.

     You arched your back, eager to show Austin all you had to offer—when Austin’s phone rang on the table.

     “Fuck,” Austin grumbled, straightening up.

     “Better get that,” you teased, letting your gaze fall conspicuously to the tent in his trousers. 

     Austin gave you a venomous glare as he answered his phone. It must be his agent again. He stalked into the kitchen, murmuring softly into the phone. He took a paper towel and wet it with water from the sink to wipe off the lipstick from his face, glancing back at you reproachfully a couple of times. You smiled to yourself, satisfied.

      By the time the call was over, Austin stalked back into the dining room, you’d perched yourself on the table, your fishnetted legs crossed.

     “We told Alexandra we’d be there at 7:45,” you reminded him, your voice sing-songy. “Reckon we should get going. Don’t you think?”

     Austin didn’t answer your question. “I didn’t say you could get up,” he said.

     “You didn’t say I had to stay there, either.” You met his angry scowl with a wicked smile. All your teasing was working. The storm brewing in Austin’s eyes was growing more and more turbulent.

     “Y/N,” he warned. He wasn’t getting what he wanted, and you weren’t about to give it to him so easily.

     “I can think of a dozen better positions, anyway,” you purred and beckoned for him to come close. He stayed back, but the second you uncrossed your legs and spread them wide, some of the steely resolve in his eyes seemed to dissolve. You took advantage of his moment of weakness and reached for his silk collar, already unbuttoned at the top two buttons. You pulled him to you, between your spread legs. He couldn’t resist.

     “Let’s make this quick,” you continued, grasping his stubbled chin with your other hand. “We have a party to go to, after all.”

     You brought his mouth to yours and kissed him, slowly and voluptuously, indulging yourself in the sweet taste of his lips. Your lips spoke one thing, but your intentions spoke another. If you played your cards just right, this ordeal wouldn’t be quick at all—it would be excruciatingly drawn out, which was precisely what you wanted. Reverse-psychology. It worked like a charm, every time. 

     Sure enough, just as Austin was beginning to lose himself in your kiss, he stiffened and pulled away. You barely had a chance to register what he was doing before he grabbed your hands, pulled you off the table, flipped you around, and bent you over once more.

     “Oh,” you grunted as Austin pressed your cheek into the table, hard. The action was careful but rough, and you loved it. 

     “I’ll decide how I want to take you,” he snapped. The hand on your head moved to your hairline, smoothing it back and away from your face. His other hand pressed heavily into your upper back, keeping your torso firm into the table. You could feel his pelvis against your ass, and upon assessing how hard he was through his trousers again, you bit your lip in anticipation. This was Austin’s favorite position. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t yours, too. But you weren’t about to admit that.

     Austin’s hands moved down the sides of your body. You felt him grind a little against your ass. You moved, too, appreciating the low “fuck” that came from his mouth as you arched your back toward him.

     “Everyone’s going to ask where we are,” you said, still moving your hips.

     “Don’t care.” Austin’s hands reached the hem of your skirt. “This is all you’re wearing underneath?” he asked as he pinched the thin straps of your garter belt. No underwear. You yelped as he let it snap back against your skin. Austin tsked. “Can scarcely believe you wanted to show up to a designer’s party like this.”

     “I can wear what I want to wear, thank you very much,” you grumbled half-heartedly. Austin’s touch became feather-light as he traced a line down the backs of your thighs. You realized he was moving to kneel on the ground behind you.

     God. You pressed your legs together, almost embarrassed by how wet you felt, how there was no underwear there to stop it from gliding down your inner thighs.

     Austin saw you squeeze your legs together and gently guided them back apart. “That you can, love,” he murmured, his words deliberate, calculating. “You can wear whatever you’d like.”

     “Then what—” You cut yourself off, swearing. Austin’s finger was circling a spot on your pussy, right at your entrance, where you knew the wetness has seeped. There was no hiding your now, not with his face right there.

     “Going out with you looking like this,” Austin continued, pressing his fingers against you more firmly now. “I wouldn’t be able to contain myself at that party. And you knew it.”

     “You seem like you can hardly contain yourself now,” you mocked, a derisive edge to your tone. It seemed to fuel some furious energy within him. Austin growled again, pinching the insides of your thighs so hard you felt like your knees might buckle.

     “You know I don’t like being provoked, darling,” he scolded you. His face was so close to your body now that you could feel his hot breath fanning out over your thighs. “Better curb that attitude of yours. Or else I’m going to have to fuck it out of you.”

     Which was precisely what you desired. You wanted him, and you wanted it rough. But you played the game anyway.

     “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, finally showing your submissive side. The non-bratty, submissive side. But Austin pinched you again, and you couldn’t contain the breathy moan that spilled from your lips.

     “What was that?” he chided. 

     “I’m sorry, sir.”

     “That’s more like it.” He spanked you then, lightly, but the action was so unexpected that you yelped and arched your back. “Tell me, darling, who’s in charge here?”

     You tried to answer, but with the way he was suddenly caressing your thighs so lightly was bringing goosebumps all over your skin, and you couldn’t find the words.

     “Y/N,” Austin murmured. He smacked your ass again, harder this time. Your body flushed with heat and desire. “Answer me. Who’s in charge? You or me?”

     “You, sir,” you gasped. “You’re in charge.”

     And he was—at least outwardly. But he was a fool for not realizing quite the extent to which you had him wrapped around your little finger.

     “Good girl.”

     You played the game the way he wanted, and you arched your back, eager for your reward. And Austin, who started kissing his way up the insides of your legs, seemed just as eager to give it to you. 

     This was how it worked with Austin. You rile him up a bit, then you back down and submit just enough to give him what he wants, and then you rile him up again. Rinse and repeat. You wondered when, if ever, he’d catch onto the pattern.

     But you’d worry about that later. Right now, Austin’s mouth was preoccupying your thoughts. 

     Gradually, he kissed his way up, up, up. When he finally reached his destination—the summit between your thighs—he planted an open-mouthed kiss to the place you were the most wet. You moaned at the onslaught of heat from his mouth. His stubble—he hadn’t shaved for a few days—scraped against the sensitive skin of your thighs and your ass. You couldn’t get enough. Nor could Austin, it seemed. He seemed impatient to taste you.

     “So goddamn wet.”

     He spanked you again, and you knew there was going to be an angry red spot on your ass for the next few hours. He flipped the hem of your dress up onto your back so it was out of the way and slapped his hand to your ass once more. You shifted, uncomfortably turned on, desperate to feel the heat of Austin’s mouth again. 

     “Remind me our safeword again,” Austin asked you.

     You wanted to answer right away, but the tickle of a single finger circling right at your entrance replaced your words with a high-pitched moan. “‘Stop,’” you recited in a gasp.

     As instructed, Austin withdrew his finger.

     “No, don’t stop,” you corrected yourself. Austin chuckled. You and he decided right at the beginning of your relationship that the best safe word was the only one that truly only had one meaning: stop. God, you couldn’t imagine stopping now. The establishment of the safe word gave you both a sense of reassurance, however, that seemed only to perpetuate the passion between you two. But stopping was the last thing you wanted right now.

     “Just checking to see if you remembered.”

     Austin buried his face between your legs from behind. 

     A moan bubbled out from your throat, followed by another, and another. You felt your knees threaten to give out again, but Austin’s arms, wrapped securely around your thighs, steadied you.

     He felt unreal. The sounds his mouth was making against your pussy were obscene as he lapped at you, a feeling of silky smoothness and warmth coupled perfectly with the roughness of his beard. The thought of him burying his whole face in your ass, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his dick jumping to life in his trousers… fuck, it was going to be the death of you.

     And just when you thought it couldn’t possibly get any better, a sensation like no other sent jolts of electric desire across your body—his tongue slipping inside you.

     “Austin, fuck, I—fuck,” you panted. Your hands raked across the wooden table, desperate for some kind of purchase, for something to grab onto. They found nothing. You were slowly but surely beginning your spiral toward an orgasm, a realization that nearly alarmed you—he’d only just started with you.

     And you knew he didn’t like it when you came too quickly. 

     Yet, he did not let up. He gently pulled your legs apart even further, and as his tongue slipped in and out of you, his deft fingers zeroed in on your clit.

     “Don’t cum until I say so,” Austin instructed.

     Fuuuuuck.

     He worked you into a gasping, moaning, dripping mess. You don’t know when his mouth had moved from your pussy, but you saw stars as you felt his tongue against your asshole—holy fucking shit, you could come just from the sensation. As minutes passed, you were gradually losing your grip on reality. Your climax was approaching sure and strong now. While your mind fought against it, knowing what would happen if you let go too soon, a veil of primal lust overshadowed every rational thought.

     You had only one choice, and that was to sit here and take it and chase your high. 

     And Austin knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing to you; he was setting you up for failure. He wanted you to come too early. He wanted to punish you. 

     “Baby, please, I—I can’t, I’m—Austin,” you cried in a dazed moan. His other hand had slipped inside your pussy while his mouth was preoccupied. This wasn’t fair. He really wasn’t letting up. He pulled his head away just enough to bite the skin of your upper thighs, gently, but enough that you could feel his teeth. His fingers moved faster and faster on your clit, giving you absolutely no way to come down. There was nothing to do to stop the approaching orgasm on the horizon.

     “Hold off for me, baby,” he encouraged. “You can do it. Don’t give in, not yet.”

     Edging. He wanted to edge you, again. But you wouldn’t have any control this time. And you didn’t want him to stop.

     “Austin, I can’t,” you keened. Reaching around behind you, your hands finally found something to hold onto—Austin’s head, keeping him in place against your ass. You cried out and buried your fingers in his hair, pressed his face into you.

     And that was it. You were past the point of no return.

     Austin’s fingers slowed as he realized what was happening, but it was too late. You felt your desire swell over you like a tsunami, and your whole body convulsed in response. Your moans peaked in volume and pitch as you thrashed against his touch. It was so good, so fucking good, that you couldn’t think about what was happening, what you’d just done. 

     You fell limp against the kitchen table. It was over.

     You lied there gasping for breath. Time had stopped and restarted itself. Droplets of moisture—a mixture of Austin’s saliva and your own pleasure—rolled down your thighs.

     Austin stood up and said nothing, but your mind was still too hazy to turn and face him. You heard him make a small, exasperated sound. But he was silent.

     You took a shaky breath. “That wasn’t…” You gulped, your throat dry. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

     “Stand up,” Austin said bluntly. You took your time to heave yourself up from the table and turned to face him, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He was a sight to behold…his hair mussed up, his cheeks flushed, his mouth glistening with your wetness. Despite his facade of disappointment, you could tell by the way his pupils were blown wide that he was absolutely ravenous about what just happened.

     “I’m sorry, sir,” you said in a quivering voice. As if to discount your words, an aftershock came across you, and you jolted and sighed. Austin watched the brief shudder run through your body. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

     “You know the rule about coming,” he chastised.

     “I—”

     “Only good girls get to come,” he continued. You saw his hands, which rested on his hips, twitch toward the center of his hips. “And only when I say so. I didn’t say you could come yet, Y/N.”

     Normally, you’d make some kind of bratty comment that you were well aware of his stupid rule, but the implication of his words made you shudder again. 

     “I didn’t mean to, baby,” you said quickly as you squeezed your thighs together. “I just couldn’t…I couldn’t resist.”

     “Couldn’t resist?” You didn’t miss the way Austin took a small step toward you. “Well. If you couldn’t resist coming, love, that was your decision. But you know the rule. You leave me no choice.”

     “I know,” you said, hanging your head, although your body buzzed like a live wire. Austin lifted your chin to his with a single finger. His eyes were bright beneath his heavy lids.

     “Such a filthy girl. My dirty little slut. Down on your knees,” he demanded. “Now.”

     You resisted the urge to drop to your knees right away; instead, you took your time, playing the role of reluctance. Once you settled into a kneel, you blinked up at Austin with a doe-like gaze.

     An angel wearing the devil’s clothes. At least, that’s what you were going for.

     It worked. Austin’s face softened a bit, and he rubbed your cheek with his thumb. That same thumb came to your mouth, dragging across your bottom lip. Your lipstick was probably everywhere, but that’s exactly how he liked it. 

     “I love you,” Austin mouthed. A check-in, you knew. The slightest of role-breaking. But it was enough. You just bit your lip and smiled coyly, whispering it back response.

     And then his hands were fumbling with the belt on his pants. You waited patiently as he unbuttoned and unzipped, and as he guided his trousers off his hips, you helped. Austin’s briefs looked uncomfortably tight. With those, he let you take the reigns with pulling them off.

     His throbbing erection emerged and sprung out, hard as a metal rod. God, after all this time, and you’ll still never get over his cock and the fact that it was yours. You squeezed your thighs at the familiar sight.

     His phone rang—again. “Don’t answer it,” you told Austin.

     “Wasn’t planning on it,” Austin murmured as he pumped himself a bit. “You look too fuckin’ gorgeous down there.”

     “You want me, baby?” you asked him. 

     “Always,” he answered. You licked your lips in anticipation. “C’mere.” He beckoned you, and you crawled closer to his legs, eyes glued on his manhood. Desperate to help him out, you brought your hands up to his, but he swatted them away. “Hands by your sides.”

     You did as you were told.

     “Fuck,” he whispered. “There’s my good girl.”

     You smiled. It really was that easy.

     Austin kept jerking himself gently off with one hand and brought his other to cares your cheek. You sat up straighter and parted your lips. “Open up wider, baby. Show me your tongue.” You did, and Austin cursed again. You inched your head closer to his cock, breathing through your mouth so he could feel how warm you were. 

     “Doing such a good job listening to me,” he said. “Almost makes me feel bad about having to punish you.”

     “Please punish me, sir,” you pleaded. “I deserve it.”

     “You want this dick, darling? You want me?” When you nodded, he said, “Need to hear you say it, Y/N.”

     “Yes, please, I want you. So bad.”

     “Good.” He started moving his hips toward you, and secured his hand to the back of your head. He tilted the tip of his cock toward your open mouth. “I’ll give it to you, baby.”

     You kept your eyes locked on Austin’s as he slowly, slowly slid his member between your lips.

     A guttural sound came from the back of his throat. As you took more and more of him, inch by inch, his eyelids fluttered and his throat bobbed.

     “Shit,” he groaned. The hand around the back of your head stiffened into a fist around your hair. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m—fuck.”

     You closed your eyes, tasting him. Salty, but clean. Undeniably Austin. You loved this. You loved getting punished. Maybe he’d catch on one day that this was why you acted out so often. It wasn’t much of a punishment when you loved it this much.

     Austin was so deep now that he filled your whole mouth. You wrapped your lips around his shaft, and sucked, gently, just a little. But at the sight of your puckered red lips and hollowed cheeks, Austin let his head fall back with a loud moan.

     The hand on your head guided you, but it wasn’t like you really needed it. You knew exactly what to do. You pulled away slowly, letting the bottom of the head drag along your tongue, and then pushed it right back into your mouth. Again, and again, and again. With each thrust, you let him hit the very edge of your throat, right at the soft palette. And it was driving Austin insane. 

     “Fuckin’ take it, baby,” he groaned. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. God, you feel so fucking good.”

     He was likely too distracted now to notice if you move your hands. Grasping the base of his dick, you pumped him with your hand while your head moved. Austin’s hand fell from the back of your head, and by the dazed look on his face, you knew you had him in the palm of your hand. Literally.

     Just when you and we were getting into a groove, you pulled all the way off of him with an obscene sound, a string of saliva and precum stuck on your tongue. He was so swollen he was almost purple, and the lipstick marks all over his shaft was a delightful sight. You gave your mouth a rest and worked him with your hands, spreading the slickness all over his shaft before jerking him off. Responsive as always, Austin let a stream of groans and praises fall from his parted lips. 

     You wondered if he could tell how much you love this, this punishment. Your enthusiasm couldn’t be mistaken, surely. He looked like he needed some love elsewhere, so you dipped your head and kissed his balls. He yelped a little in surprise as you sucked them ever so gently, and then licked a long stripe up from the base of his shaft to the very tip of his head. 

     There, you tasted the fresh droplets of precum that had accumulated there from your ministrations. Austin breathed in a shaky gasp as you flicked your tongue along the most sensitive place on the underside of his head. 

     “Jesus Christ,” he swore.

     His phone buzzed with a series of texts.

     You gave him a wry look, wrapping your lips around just the tip, and to your surprise, he seemed not to have even noticed his phone. Which was good. There was no way you were stopping things now. You knew you were skilled at this, and you knew you were working him to his limit, which is why you didn’t have much time. Pretty soon, he’d be pushing you off of him to prevent himself from cumming too soon, to buy himself enough time to fuck you properly.

     What he didn’t know is that you wanted his cum in your mouth, all over your lips, dripping down your throat.

     And you had the perfect trick up your sleeve to get what you wanted.

     Sure enough, as soon as you started bobbing on his cock again, Austin squeezed your shoulder. “Slow down, darling,” he said, his jaw clenched. 

     Not a chance. You smirked around his cock and didn’t slow down one bit. He seemed to lose the words to ask you again to slow down. You moved with new vigor and brought your hand to the base of his shaft, moving it along with your mouth.

     “Y/N,” Austin moaned—a panicked warning. His hand squeezed your shoulder again. You knew he knew the safe word. But he wasn’t using it.

     You hollowed your cheeks and sucked as you bobbed on him, just the way he liked it, just the way you knew would make him start falling apart. It was working. Austin’s back arched and his breaths grew shallow and strained. Between your lips, you could feel him swell.

     “Y/N, please,” he gasped, and you raised an eyebrow at the pretty word from his lips. Please. His hand, squeezing your shoulder, pushed you away gently, but the movement was weak. Indecisive. He didn’t want to push you away.

     It was time you pulled that perfect trick out from your sleeve. Relaxing your throat just the way you’d practiced, you brought your hands to Austin’s ass and pulled his hips toward you—all the way. His cock hit the soft, warm place at the back of your throat. You breathed in and out with steady, calm breaths through your nose. 

     “I…I can’t…Y/N, you—fuuuuuuck!”

      You took all of him, every inch. His cock slid down the back of your throat.

     Through your watery eyes, you looked up at Austin and saw the disoriented astonishment on his face. And oh, how you wished you could capture the disoriented astonishment on his face in your memory forever. He looked as if he’d never experienced anything like this, ever. 

     Nor had you. It was a novel feeling to take him so deeply like this. Your throat burned slightly as his girth stretched it out, but you’d been expecting it. You’d preparing for this. No amount of preparation could have done any justice to the primal emotions it unlocked to be pleasuring him so intimately. You liked the way it felt, Austin filling your throat like this, spit dribbling down your chin—not to mention his reaction.

     Relaxing your throat as much as possible, your lips hit the base of Austin’s shaft, the tip of your nose poking his pelvis. Austin gasped out, a choked sound. His eyes darted about, but then you hummed against his cock, and any deliberation he’d had was gone. His hips jolted at the vibration from your throat, and you gagged a bit around him, but you didn’t care. You could handle it. A stream of curses came from his mouth as your throat vibrated while he was still deep inside you.

     You swallowed around him, the muscles of your throat contracting. You knew he could feel everything. 

     “Y/N,” he nearly sobbed your name out. His voice was so weak, almost broken. You’d broken him. “I… Please don’t stop… I’m gonna…I’m…”

     You didn’t stop. 

     Austin’s whole body went rigid and his hips stuttered. You held him steady as his cock pulsed, and with one loud moan, Austin couldn’t stop himself. He went over the edge. You pulled out a bit and braced yourself. His knees nearly giving out, Austin arched into you and released the tension in his body. You felt his whole cock surge and pulse as he cummed down your throat in thick, hot spurts.

     You swallowed everything.

     As you slowly slid yourself off his cock, gasping for breath, spit covering your mouth, Austin nearly lost his balance. He leaned against the edge of the table, still panting, still unable to say anything. You wiped your mouth in satisfaction.

     Seconds passed. Neither of you said a word until you caught your breath and Austin caught his grip on reality. He met your eyes, absolutely bewildered.

     “What?” you finally asked, and you couldn’t keep the smug undertone from your voice. 

     “I—” he stammered, but he couldn’t finish. He looked away. He was suddenly like a completely different person, embarrassed and shy and blushing and still completely stupefied. His cheeks were still flushed with desire. He hadn’t bothered to pull his trousers back up, and frankly, he was still rock hard. 

     “What’s wrong, baby?” you cooed as you got to your feet. You made a show of pulling up your thong, smoothing down your skirt, fixing your jewelry. 

     “You… When did you learn to do that?” he whispered, bewildered, unable to meet your gaze again. 

     You smirked. “What do you mean?” you asked innocently. 

     “With… With your throat,” he clarified, almost angrily. 

     You tittered. “Oh, that? Just a little something I’ve been practicing.” You cocked your head devilishly. “Didn’t you like it, baby?”

     “I…” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t… I mean, I… I did, it’s—it’s just, I didn’t mean to… That wasn’t…”

     “…Supposed to happen?” you completed his sentence, your voice taunting, jesting. The same words you’d told him when you’d come too early. “Aw, honey. It’s okay.”

     Austin finally looked at you again. He was finally regaining his focus, and suddenly, a glimmer of frustrated bewilderment shone in his eyes.

     It was as if you could watch the exact moment he realized what had happened. He realized that you’d been planning it to go your way all along. 

     “Y/N,” he said, but whatever threat he’d tried to muster up in his voice was empty. 

     Before you could reply, your own phone buzzed on the kitchen island. You didn’t hesitate to retrieve it.  

     “Hello?” you answered, sauntering back over to Austin. “Oh, Alexandra! Hi!” 

     His eyes trailed on you as you talked on the phone.

     “Yeah, I’m so sorry, we’re just running a bit behind. We haven’t left yet.”

     You let your eyes fall to Austin’s lap. He blushed a deeper shade of red, realizing, and pulled up his boxer briefs and trousers.

     “You think it’ll be okay if we show up late?...Oh, great. That’s wonderful. See you soon. Okay, bye.”

     You hung up. Austin said nothing. 

     “Alright, then,” you said cheerily. “Alexandra says almost everyone is showing up late, so as long as we’re there by 9, we’re golden.” Truthfully, you hadn’t been sure how the night would pan out. Your original plan was to make Austin stay so late with you that the party wouldn’t even be an option. But if you could still show up fashionably late, so be it. 

     Austin stared. You patted his thigh endearingly, almost demeaningly. “Let’s get to it. We’re already late.”

     You turned to stroll away toward the bedroom, but Austin grabbed your arm. He glowered at you but didn’t say anything. 

     “Are you going to let me go anytime soon?” you said lightly after a long moment. “I need to go clean up, unless you want me showing up looking like I just deepthroated your cock.”

     He jolted in surprise at your words. A few seconds later, he let you go. “You’re going to pay for this later,” he said, but it was more of a stammer than a warning. 

      You smiled through your eyelashes, rubbing at your bottom lip absentmindedly. And then you turned away from Austin, letting your hips sway as you ambled in the direction of the bedroom. Little did he know that “paying for it later” was part of your plan all along, too.';

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Author’s Note: ...So are y'all sweating as much as I am, or...?

Thank you so much for reading! This is probably the filthiest thing I've ever written, and I'm not sorry about it.

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Eddie wake up, I don't like this, Eddie wake up

I need more people to be as obsessed with elvis as i am

I’m completely normal about this scene I promise

Austin butler put his whole elvussy into that performance

AUSTIN BUTLER & OLIVIA DEJONGE Lachlan Bailey ph. for Vogue Australia | May 28, 2022

Can we talk about Olivia DeJonge’s looks as Priscilla Presley in the new ELVIS movie. C

I just saw “Elvis” (2022, dir. Baz Luhrmann) and I’m not joking when I say that people in our cinema were crying and clapping - this NEVER happens in the UK. We don’t do that here. Sometimes if a film is amazing, people will clap when the credits roll but people were literally applauding, and full on crying and cheering, during the final scene. The only other time I’ve witnessed an audience reaction DURING the film like this is during NWH on opening night (today is also the opening day of Elvis)

My mum has been a lifelong Elvis Presley fan - she’s the same age as Elvis’ daughter Lisa Marie, and she was seven when he died. My mum is the biggest Elvis fan I know: she cried when he died and used to kiss her Elvis posters goodnight; once she gave me a locket once that she’d had when she was younger, and when I opened it she’d put a tiny cut out picture of Elvis’ face inside of it - and she’s going to Graceland this year, which has been a lifelong dream of hers. So yeah, to say my mum is an Elvis fan is a BIT of an understatement. Obviously, by the time I was born, Elvis had been dead for two decades - but I definitely grew up with his music because my mum had all her Elvis CDs, DVDs of his concerts, and so my sister and I obviously grew up hearing a lot of Elvis.

I was nervous about seeing it with my mum, because the last Baz Luhrmann film she saw was Great Gatsby and she despised it - she really doesn’t like his films (for the record, my sister and I both LOVE his films). However, she was full on crying at the end and she’s praising the FUCK out of the film as well as Austin Butler’s performance, which screams volumes to me about how amazing this film is. Obviously Tom Hanks is great as always but Austin Butler is undoubtedly the closest to Elvis there ever has been and ever will be, and I’m telling you that if he doesn’t even get nominated for an Oscar at LEAST, it will be a fucking fix.

Even if you’re not an Elvis fan, I’m telling you all that you need to see this film. Like if you’re not an Elvis fan already, you will be by the end of the film.

We’ve actually got tickets for tomorrow night as well (we booked those last week but then my mum and sister had the whim to see it tonight and so we decided to do it on about 5 hours notice), but for now I’m going to go and listen to some more Elvis ✌️

ELVIS 2022 and Elvis Presley ‘68 Comeback Special.

you know what i AM horny for austin butler as elvis NO i don't care if you don't think he's cute or he doesn't look like elvis that's not the poinT!! I walked into that theater feeling indifferent and walked out with one emotion and one emotion only: horny