Ok request for Austin butler fluff (Fem or Gn pov)
Him and reader are laying in bed or sm and reader is on their phone and he wants cuddles because he’s tired from work or something like that
Ik it’s not much to go off of but I saw you wanted asks!
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pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader
warnings: none; soft, domestic fluff, clingy/tired Austin, very light teasing, physical affection
summary: After a long day on set and everybody needing something from Austin, Austin just wants one thing: you. Being glued to your phone, Austin does whatever he can until you give him the cuddles that he deserves after his long working day.
The bedroom is dim except for the lamp on your nightstand and the glow of your phone screen.
You’re propped against the headboard, knees tucked under the blanket, scrolling through something you’re barely paying attention to.
The front door clicks shut, boots drop by the entryway, followed by a long, tired exhale.
You don’t look up, but you smile.
The bedroom door creaks open a few seconds later.
He doesn’t say anything at first. You just feel the mattress dip behind you.
Then two warm hands slide around your waist.
“Hi,” he whispers against your back, voice rough from the day.
You lean your head slightly toward him. “Hi.”
He presses his face into your shoulder blade and just breathes, like he’s recalibrating.
“Long day?” you ask softly.
“Mm,” he hums. “Everyone needed something.”
You reach back, fingers slipping into his hair automatically.
“Director. Wardrobe. Press. Stunt guys,” he mutters. “I’m tired of talking.”
You smile faintly and go back to your phone.
That’s when you feel him inhale again.
“You smell like outside,” you say casually.
He pulls back just enough to look at you. “What does that even mean?”
“You’ve been on set all day. It’s like… sun and sweat and trailer air and city.”
He stares at you, betrayed.
He narrows his eyes at your phone screen.
“So you’re saying I can’t cuddle you?”
“I’m saying,” you reply sweetly, “maybe shower? Or at least take off the outside clothes?”
He looks down at himself like he’s just now remembering he’s still fully dressed.
“You’re unbelievable,” he mutters, but he stands up anyway.
You finally glance over as he tugs his shirt over his head.
“Thought I smelled like ‘outside,’” he says, smug now.
“I didn’t say stop,” you shoot back.
He huffs a laugh, undoing his belt.
“You’re staying on your phone while I’m suffering?”
“You’re not suffering. You’re taking off your pants.”
He steps out of his jeans, leaving them pooled on the floor. Now he’s just in his boxer briefs, hair messy, skin warm from the day, a little flushed.
He runs a hand through his hair again.
“Shower?” he asks, suddenly less dramatic, more tired.
You see it now, the exhaustion behind the teasing.
He considers. Then shakes his head.
That does something soft to your chest.
“Then come here,” you say, but you add, “Deodorant at least.”
He groans but walks back to the bathroom, quickly swiping some on.
“You’re high maintenance,” he calls out.
He reappears in the doorway, looking at you like he absolutely does.
He climbs back into bed, warm skin against your leg now, not fabric.
His hands slide around your waist again, but this time he immediately notices the glow of your phone.
“You’re still on that thing?”
“I said I was finishing something.”
He drops his forehead between your shoulder blades dramatically.
“No.” His voice turns soft. Almost needy. “I want cuddles.”
“You’re touching me right now.”
You turn slightly. “Define properly.”
He shifts, climbing over you until your phone wobbles in your hand.
He plucks it gently from your fingers and sets it on the nightstand.
“I worked fourteen hours.”
“That doesn’t give you phone confiscation rights.”
“It does tonight. I'd also like to add that I just stripped the "outside" clothes and put on deodorant for you. So.”
He rolls you both until he’s on his back and you’re half-sprawled over him.
“There,” he says, satisfied. “Acceptable cuddle positioning.”
You’re chest to chest now, your cheek against his bare skin. His arms wrap tight around you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.
You can feel how warm he is. How tired.
“You’re clingy,” you whisper.
“And you absolutely could’ve showered.”
He presses a slow kiss to your forehead.
“Didn’t want to waste five minutes not touching you.”
Your breath softens because that one lands.
Your hand slides up his chest, resting over his heart.
“You could’ve just said that.”
He shrugs slightly, chin resting on top of your head now.
“I’m tired. I don’t say things good when I’m tired.”
“Five minutes,” you whisper. “That’s all I needed.”
He tightens his arms around you.
You let out a quiet laugh.
His fingers start tracing lazy patterns up and down your spine. Slow. Mindless.
“You still smell like outside,” you mumble softly.
“I love you,” you say into his chest.
He exhales; deep, full, like that’s the only thing he needed to hear all day.
“Love you,” he whispers back, already drifting.
Within minutes, his breathing evens out.
He falls asleep holding you like he earned it.
Your phone stays untouched on the nightstand.
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