#austin butler fan fiction

[bartxnhood]

escort at the oscars | a.b

austin butler x fem!actress!reader

summary: getting lost at the oscar’s wasn’t on your roster. neither was getting austin butlers attention.

warnings: definitely poor representation of the oscars but idc this is just for funsies !

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: omg hi everyone !!! long time no see i know, life has been insane. i know no one will read this but ive had some HUGE life changes. i graduated cosmetology school, officially a nail tech now, yay me !! also, unfortunately, ill be having a hand surgery soon. so, im hoping i can write more before i can’t 😭. thank you to everyone who still supports me even though im not ac active as i used to be. one day i promise ill update regularly !!

a/n2: also, austin in the new bikeriders movie had me in a chokehold. the austin butler renaissance is upon us, people !!! (he’s also my bday twin WOO) and i know austin didn’t win an oscar for elvis but for the sake of the fic he did in this !!

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since the red carpets were only carpets, you could have sworn they were easy to manage. the theater was only accessible by walking through a line, but that wasn't the case. after only thirty minutes, you had to make a big mistake by trying to use the restroom and ending up opening a broom closet.

“hey,” you heard a voice, and you quickly turned around only to find yourself facing austin. “the ceremony isn’t in the closet, darling.”

“right..” you whisper under your breath and close the door. you smile awkwardly turning on your heels and holding your clutch tightly.

“i was just uh..looking for the restroom but i couldn’t find it” you laugh, looking down and shaking your head, and begin walking away from the boom closet.

austin couldn’t help but chuckle, following behind you while holding his hand behind his back as he walked slowly for you to match his stride.

he could tell that you were an up-and-coming actress, something about the way you carried yourself gave it away, and he could also tell that this was your first time on a red carpet by the way you were clutching your clutch bag so firmly like your life depended on it.

“you look nervous,” he said softly, “it’s your first time on a red carpet, isn’t it?”

you smile sheepishly. “that obvious, huh?” you trail behind austin assuming he is taking you to the restrooms.

“never knew how big these places are” you laugh, holding up the end of your dress so it doesn’t drag.

austin could see how nervous you were by the way you were holding your dress up while you were walking, and he thought that it was adorable, honestly.

he chuckled as you mentioned how big the venue is because you weren’t wrong, it is pretty damn big. “ive been to a few oscars now and i still think the venue is too big,” he said with a laugh, as he walked by your side with that perfect movie star strut.

“which movie are you nominated for?”

you had never been to something like this, and you didn’t even have a premiere for your movie. but somehow, critics loved the movie and now your movie was nominated.

it felt like it happened overnight.

“blue moon” you answer, not expecting him to know it.

the movie was set in the second world war and your character was the spouse of one of the soldiers. after he died, your character joined the war.

it was an underground film, your first lead and you didn’t expect anyone to pick up the movie. but someone did, ended up being shown at a film festival and the critics fell in love with your performance. and that’s how you landed a nomination for best lead actress.

austin’s eyes widened as you mentioned the movie you’re up for, blue moon; he enjoyed that movie, and as he thought about it more he really couldn’t deny that you were fantastic in it.

“no way,” he said in disbelief, “no wonder you’re nominated for best actress, you were incredible in that film.”

“thank you” you nod, noticing you have finally made it to the restrooms.

“and thank you for showing me the way” you chuckle, dropping the train of your dress then stuffing your clutch under your arm and sticking out your hand.

austin takes your hand with a gentle yet firm grip and smiles, nodding. “no problem, glad i could be of help.”

“i’m y/n l/n” you introduced. “it was nice to meet you, austin. thanks for this” you grin, retracting your hand.

“i guess ill catch you later..”

“it was a pleasure to meet you, y/n,” he replied with a smile before watching you walk into the restroom, and he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on the door as you disappeared behind it.

he thought you were pretty. very pretty, and he kind of regretted not asking you for your phone number before you disappeared.

so, austin stood there leaning against the wall deciding he would wait on you. just in case you got lost again.

no other reason.

after relieving yourself, you stand in front of the mirror taking in a couple of deep breaths to calm the pounding in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

you open your clutch, picking out a compact and a lipstick. you swipe the color on your lips to touch up the splotches, and quickly powder your face.

you put everything back in your clutch smoothed out your hair and admired your dress.

floor-length satin gown in your favorite color, a ribbed corset look.

“you can do this, y/n/n..” you whisper to yourself then pick up the train of your dress and exit the restroom, hoping you won’t miss the award ceremony.

austin was now pacing in front of the restroom, waiting for you to exit, his eyes fixated on the door, and he found himself running a hand through his styled hair, ruining the gelled look.

he wasn’t sure what had compelled him to wait for you, but here he was, still waiting outside the restroom, tapping his foot anxiously and checking his watch now and then.

austin leaned back against the wall as he waited, trying to look nonchalant as ever, and once the restroom door opened, a soft exhale left his lips.

you let the door shut behind you while smoothing out the front of your dress and began walking down the hallway until you stopped seeing a figure.

you look up from the floor and spot austin, assuming he is waiting for you.

“austin?” you ask softly, taking in a deep breath.

austin’s eyes softened at the sound of his name, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you once he saw you walking towards him, smoothing out the front of your dress and making sure it was wrinkle-free and free of any stains.

“hey,” he replied with a smile and nod, “i was just, uh, making sure you didn’t get lost, again.” austin laughed, looking at you through his eyebrows.

you couldn’t help but chuckle, “no worries, restrooms are pretty simple,” you reply with a toothy grin.

“but, if you wouldn’t mind showing me the way to the theater?” you ask, knowing if you didn’t have the guidance you’d definitely get lost and miss the entire ceremony.

and you didn’t need that kind of embarrassment.

though, deep down you know you wouldn’t win tonight, but still, you wanted to experience being at the freaking oscars!

austin smiled at how eager you were to not get lost again. he chuckled softly as you asked him to guide you to the theater, and he pushed himself off the wall, taking one last look at his watch before walking closer to you.

“and here i was, thinking you’d never ask,” he joked, before holding out his arm for you to grab and wrap your own around.

“don’t wanna risk you ending up in the broom closet again,” he teased.

you drop your head, smiling, and then laugh at his comment about getting lost in the broom closet.

“listen..” you say softly, covering your face with the clutch. “i would say it was one mistake, but with my luck, it’s bound to happen again.”

you carefully take his arm and begin walking towards the theater. you can feel your cheeks warming up.

here you are, lost at the oscar’s and now having the austin butler escort you into the theater.

when you attempted to cover your face with your clutch, he rolled his eyes and gently grabbed it, pulling it away from your face. “no hiding.” he teased.

as you walked side by side, down the halls and towards the theater, austin couldn’t help himself but glance over at you now and then.

he smiled when you laughed at his joke and chuckled even more as you attempted to defend yourself. “just one? you’re sure about that?”

you smile, looking ahead. not being able to look him in the eyes. “no..” you laugh.

“on my first day of filming, i got lost and accidentally locked myself in the hair and makeup trailer” you giggle, recalling one of the most embarrassing moments that’s happened to you. though, this one trumps that.

“no way..” you hear austin laugh wholeheartedly, a sound so beautiful it could turn your legs into jelly.

“yes way” you laugh back, nodding. you weren’t paying attention and almost tripped over the end of your dress.

“here, let me help you with that” austin offers, picking up the train of your dress so you can walk more comfortably.

“see? clumsy.”

austin grins, holding the satin fabric in his hands as you continue towards the theater. “we all have our quirks” he adds. “you’ll warm up to this life, it’ll become easier and if it doesn’t, i’ll help you navigate this journey.” austin spoke without really thinking.

you finally see the two large golden doors which lead into the theater. “ready?” austin grins, raising his eyebrows before opening the door.

when the door opens you’re hit with a soft wind of cool air, the sound of people chattering, and the camera crew getting ready to go live.

“well, let’s hope i can find my seat with ease..” you say walking down the aisle with him towards the seconds for the nominees. “i’ll help,” austin says and begins scanning the row of seats for your name.

y/n l/n

“here you are.” he points to your name plastered on the back of the seat. “right next to mine” he leads you to the two end aisle seats on the front row. your crew sat behind you and austin’s was right next to him.

you were shocked, walking to your seat and letting go of his arm. austin drops the end of your dress gracefully, making sure it doesn’t get dirty.

“what a coincidence, huh?” you take your seat, crossing your legs and placing your clutch in your lap.

austin had what you’d call a shit-eating grin on his face as he sat next to you. “coincidence? or the universe giving us a sign?”

he could tell you were feeling out of place, but he silently tried to make you feel more comfortable by flashing you a reassuring smile.

you shrug, smiling as the staff prepares to go on air. you take in a deep breath, calming your racing heart as you watch the host enter the stage.

“good luck tonight.” austin leans in, whispering. you turn to face him, “you too”. austin winks and then focuses his attention on the stage as the lights dim.

you follow suit, the ceremony officially begins.

a short video montage of all the movies nominated begins to play, and for a second you see yourself.

wow.

after the video, the lights come back on, and out steps the host.

“hello, and welcome to the ninety-sixth oscars, everyone! look at these beautiful faces!”

the room explodes into applause and cheers from the guests.

there’s more to the introduction, bad jokes, awkward laughter, and overall a very, very, long introduction before getting into the awards.

tonight was going to be very long.

“and the nominees for the best lead actor” the host announces, letting a brief video play of all the nominees and their movies.

some actors you knew well, others you didn’t.

“and the oscar goes to..” the host drawls, opening the envelope and a smile appears on her face.

“austin butler!”

the crowd erupts into a roar of cheers and applause, people standing up all around, yourself included. austin stands up hugging his team around him and his friends. he turns to you, smiling as if he won the lottery. “congrats!” you pat his shoulder as he walks past you on stage to accept the award.

“wow..” his deep voice rang through the microphone, looking at the audience and fellow nominees. “i’d uh..wow..all my words are leaving me…i’m standing in front of my heroes. i’m so incredibly grateful to be standing here, i just wanted to say thank you to my team, all the producers, writers, directors, costume, and makeup. everyone. and the presley family for guiding me through this whole process. thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart. and lastly, thank you to all the new people i’ve met” he looks towards you. “i’m so grateful to be standing here. thank you.” he blows a kiss to the crowd before disappearing backstage.

the rest of the male categories went on in between intermissions. many of your favorite actors won, and movies.

then, before you knew it, the female categories were beginning. you saw austin returning to his seat before the nominees were announced.

“now, let’s take a look at the nominees for best female lead role…” the host begins.

like the male category, there are videos of each nominee and then you’re face pops up in a small montage of your movie with your name announced.

austin looked over at you when your face appeared on the big screen, he saw that look in your eyes. he couldn’t describe it. awe? no, it was something more than that. something he had never seen from any of the people he worked with. he had been to many events like this, but you…something about you.

“and the oscar for best female lead role goes too..”

anticipation.

so many great and talented women in this category, that you feel honored to even be considered as good as them.

what if you didn’t win?

but what if you did win? you didn’t even think you prepare an acceptance speech because there is absolutely no way someone like you could-

“y/n l/n! congratulations!”

the world stopped, people around you standing up and applauding. you.

you sat there, mouth agape staring at the stage with your face on the screens like an idiot. your crew grabbing your shoulders to congratulate you as you stand up. hugging some of your crew, then looking at austin wide-eyed. he’s smiling at you, saying something like “i knew you’d win” but you couldn’t be sure, you were in shock.

you begin towards the stage, austin trailing behind you holding your dress so you won’t trip. if there’s one thing austin learned about you tonight, you were clumsy.

you look back, thanking austin with your eyes approach the host, and accept the award.

“oh man..” you begin, feeling tears prickling your eyes. a quiet laugh escapes your throat, looking down at the golden award and then back to the crowd. “i didn’t have a speech prepared, i didn’t expect to win at all. but i wanted to thank everyone who worked on the set of this movie. thank you to the director who saw my indie films and thought i had the talent to portray my character. thank you to my team who always supported me. thank you to my family who always believed in me..who pushed me to work harder..” you sniffle, lip quivering.

“thank you. thank you so much.” you cry. “and thank you to austin, who helped me when i got lost, otherwise i would’ve missed the best moment in my life”. you look towards austin, your teary eyes glittering underneath the lights. the crowd laughs at this, finding it humorous.

austin smiled as he listened to your heartfelt acceptance speech. he couldn’t help but feel proud of you, watching the way you held the award in your hands and thanked everyone who had helped you along the way.

his heart skipped a beat when you mentioned him in your speech. he chuckled softly as the crowd laughed when you joked about getting lost, and he felt a warmth spread through him as he heard you express your gratitude towards him.

“and to all my fellow nominees, i can’t believe im standing in front of you. i’m so honored to be here with you tonight. and i realize i am rambling so i will accept this and go” you laugh, waving to your crew and exiting the stage.

as you walked off the stage, austin stood up and applauded once again, clapping louder than ever before.

the rest of the night continued without fail, the whole thing continued for about three and a half hours. you knew it was going to be long, but you don’t think you’d ever get used to it.

the ceremony ended, leading you and the other winners backstage to get pictures and interviews.

you stand with your friends, who also are a part of your crew. you’re still absolutely shocked. crying on and off as they congratulate you on one of the biggest achievements of your career.

you weren’t aware of austin approaching you until you felt a hand on your lower back. you look over your shoulder and see his baby blues. “austin!” you grin, turning your body toward him. “hi, darling. congratulations.” he says, gesturing to the award in your hand.

“thank you” you bring the award up to your face, grinning like a proud parent. “and congrats to you”

austin nods, looking down at his award. “looks like we both got pretty lucky, huh?”

you nod, agreeing. “i guess so..” you say softly.

you see austin’s eyebrow raise, his eyes dancing over your figure against the wall. you couldn’t quite place what he was thinking. he could be thinking many things, but you wouldn’t know. he was too hard to read, for you at least.

“say, uh..” he smirks, biting his lip. “how would you feel if i asked for your number?” his extra arm came up to the wall beside your head, entrapping you.

oh boy.

you hold the award close to your chest, looking up at him. “well, i’d feel like i’d be dreaming but im not going to say no.” you answer.

“good because i don’t know what id do if you said no” he chuckles, his eyes not leaving yours.

“i’ll call you, we’ll go out sometime. i wanna know more of you. if it’s anything like i saw tonight, i think i might fall in love with you.”

you can feel your ears burning as he speaks, his raspy voice making your legs feel weak. his eyes looking down on you, god. he was driving you insane. his slightly gelled hair, his grey suit, his cologne.

he was so close.

“then i guess you should be ready for that,” you say, smirking.

you heard your name being called, your manager trying to get you for an interview.

you push yourself off the wall, but before you leave you pause. “call me.” you wink and then walk away, leaving austin’s world rocked. never had he met someone like you, never has he been this intrigued and captivated by someone.

thank god he found you when he did.

[tommydarlings]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy | a.b

pairing: dom!cowboy!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, mirror sex

w/c: 1.1k

summary: 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy' is a saying that’s been in your mind for quite a long time already and you were always able to resist your wild fantasy… until now.

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As soon as you saw your boyfriend, Austin, wearing his light brown cowboy hat that he was allowed to keep after a photo shot, you knew that it was over for you.

You talked about the term 'roleplaying' with your friends before, but never with Austin. It’s not that you are ashamed of admitting that you want to try it with him, but you just didn’t know how to bring this kind of conversation up…

Hey baby, could you please pretend to be a cowboy from Texas and fuck me?

Hey sweetheart, why don’t you let me ride you in that nice little cowboy hat that you got?

To be honest — the saying 'save a horse, ride a cowboy, doesn’t exist for no reason… right?

You dreamed of it, fantasised of it, even thought about while he was fucking you — but you just never knew how to approach him and tell him your biggest wish.

Until today.

“I really like this place.” You told your boyfriend of about only 5 months while you let your eyes explore the fancy place that Austin picked out for tonight’s date night.

An old, rather small, restaurant that carries the perfect Texas/Cowboy vibe.

The perfect occasion for Austin to wear his shirt covered in blue and white flowers, paired with a normal black jeans and dark brown cowboy boots.

You were literally about to scream.

“Yeah, me too, I love this cowboy vibe, they really designed all of that, perfectly.” Austin explained with a tiny grin on his oh so soft lips.

You smiled at your boyfriend who’s sitting right at the opposite site of the small wooden table, gently putting your menu card back down after you decided to go for the classic, chicken wings with the good old barbecue sauce.

“Chicken wings with barbecue sauce?” The handsome man in the cowboy outfit, which is by the way making you feel feral, asked you.

You nodded, “yep.”

“Me too.” The waiter quickly then came and wrote your orders down before he left your table again.

“Have I already told you that you look drop dead gorgeous, my love?” He asked you, leaning his chin on your palm as he admired you with those ocean blue eyes.

You giggled, “Yes, like a thousand times already, sweetheart.” You replied.

For today’s date night, you picked a cute summer dress paired with a brown leather jacket and brown cowboy boots, basically matching with your handsome boyfriend who’s eyes just can’t seem to leave your figure.

“Good, because you really do look stunning, my pretty girl.” Austin whispered, hand reaching up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear as you smiled and bit your lip.

His smile slightly dropped, “Don’t do that.”

You furrowed your brows at his sudden change, “Don’t do what?” You curiously asked him.

“Don’t bite your lip, not here.” He muttered before you saw in the corner of your eye that the waiter already made his way over to your table.

“Sorry.” You mumbled with a smile before he nodded winked at you, making you blush before you two started to enjoy your chicken wings.

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“Are you sure that you're okay? You looked a bit tensed up tonight, suga.” Your sweet (and unimaginable hot, handsome and sexy) boyfriend asked you as soon as he started the engine of his black Cadillac and drove you two home.

You gulped, squeezing your thighs together before you briefly glanced over into the direction of your boyfriend.

“Yeah, no, I-I mean, yes, I am o-okay.” You said as you slowly brushed your hands over your dress right above your panties, desperately trying to hide the fact that your are unbelievably horny right now.

Austin smirked and bit his lip as he noticed how your hands clutched onto your pretty dress that he bought you a few days ago.

After he caught your starring up at his brown cowboy hat, he started to speed through the noisy streets of California like a mad man, hands having the thin wheel in a tight grip as you gulped and furrowed your brows.

You waited in your seat as soon as you arrived at home, knowing that Austin gets a bit mad every time when you open the car door by yourself since he always says that a real gentleman always opens the car door for his beautiful women.

“Here you go, sweetness.” He mumbled after opening your door and offering you his hand to take it and intertwining your fingers with his.

You smiled up at your man, “thank you, baby.”

“No problem, my love.” He said before he fished his key out of the pocket of his black jeans and swiftly opened the big door, letting you enter first.

While Austin helped you out of your jacket, you though about only one thing.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

And which moment would be better than this one now? Exactly, none. You’ll never know when he’s gonna wear this outfit ever again.

Austin came up behind you and pulled your back further onto his chest as his long arms slung themselves around your waist, thumb slowly caressing your skin.

“Austin?” You shyly spoke up, eyes now looking at him through the mirror.

“Yes, pretty girl.”

“Do you know the saying, 'save a horse, ride a cowboy'?”

Austin’s thumb suddenly stopped caressing your skin, arms now falling off of your waist before his big palms grabbed your hips, squeezing them while he gazed at you through the big mirror.

He gulped as you saw how his eyes got darker, “Of course I do, baby.” He answered. You nodded as you heard his raspy voice answering your question, not daring to say anything else as you started to blush.

Suddenly, Austin walked backwards, pulling your standing figure with him until the two of you landed onto the small red couch that’s placed right in front of the mirror.

Oh, that’s why he placed the mirror right in front of the couch.

His hands were still gently placed on your hips before you felt his mouth hovering above your ear, nose running along your red cheek.

“You wanna ride me while I’m dressed as a cowboy?” He asked you softly, hand now slowly making its way down to his belt, slowly opening it.

You couldn’t form a sentence right now, so you nodded.

“I wanna hear words out of that pretty and useful mouth, suga, words.” He replied to your nod, making you gasp as soon as he slid his jeans and boxers down and revealed his big erection.

Your hands had a rather tight grip onto your boyfriends jeans, “Yes, I w-wanna ride you.” You quietly told him.

“Go on, sweetheart.” Hips giving you a tiny thrust, making you aware of his erection as his hands slowly lifted your dress.

“dressed as a cowboy.” You finished the sentence in a soft and quiet tone. Austin proudly nodded,

“Then let’s save a horse and ride a cowboy, huh?” He mumbled into your ear before he gave the side of your neck a tiny peck and removed your already wet panties.

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Watching You

Hello everyone!! I heard this song the other day and this idea hasn't left me since. So I had to put it down and @klizzie93 helped. Thank you lovely! The thought of how great of a dad Austin will be makes my heart melt. I am always open for requests if anyone has any.

You and Austin had been together for eight years now. Four years ago, you had the wedding of your dreams, beautiful, quiet, intimate and on the beach. Only family and very close friends were in attendance to celebrate with you. 

It was maybe a half year later that you had surprised him with a little Elvis onesie. He had been over the moon, tears of joy falling down his face as he spun you around and couldn’t stop holding you. The next week, whenever he was within arms reach, he was always touching you in some way shape or form. As your belly grew, he started to bring home little outfits and stuffed animals. When you were three months, the both of you had decided to start decorating the nursery so it wouldn’t need to be done near the end of your pregnancy. It had been hard, but you were able to keep it from the public until you announced it when you were five months along. It was partly thanks to it being winter when you first were starting to show. The announcement was of your belly with his hands over it, and your hands over his. When you had the gender reveal and found out you were having a little boy, you were over the moon, a little Austin running around. As the months rolled by, you were getting more antsy, sore and finding it hard to get comfortable. There were nights you had trouble sleeping as the little one would not settle down for very long. Or kept kicking your bladder making you jump up and race to the bathroom. As your due date rolled around, Austin had made sure to have the month leading up to your due date off as well as nothing set in stone for work. The few days before you went into labor, you were crabby and couldn’t control your emotions very well. Austin, god bless the man, was there the entire time, getting you whatever you needed, helping you stand up or sit down, rubbing your back gently to help with pain. And he never once let anything you said go to heart. When your water broke, you were laying in bed, trying to get some sleep but your lower back was sore and you could not get comfortable. It was in the middle of the night when you went to shift to your other side that you felt your water break. It took you a few moments to realize what had just happened. When you grabbed Austin’s arm, he cracked his eyes open and the look on your face had him shooting up in bed.

The moment you told him it was time, he jumped out of bed, threw on a pair of joggers, a t-shirt and sweatshirt before helping you up out of bed, getting you into something dry and comfortable before he grabbed the go bag you had gotten ready last week. He helped you down the stairs and to the kitchen, where he set the bag on the island while he proceeded to race around looking for his phone, keys and wallet. Had this been any other situation, you would find it adorable at how flustered he was. You shuffled to the counter near the doorway to the mudroom, grabbed his keys and wallet and shouted to Austin when you heard him bound back up the stairs, that his phone was on the dresser. It was six hours later that little Alexander James Butler came into the world. You didn’t know you could love him any more than you did when he was in your belly but you were wrong. Austin and you were in awe at how beautiful he was, how tiny his fingers were. A week after you had gotten home, you posted a photo of Alexx’s little hand wrapped around Austin’s little finger. The first month took a bit of figuring things out before you both had a system figured out. 

As the weeks turned into months and firsts with Alexx passed by, you couldn’t help dressing him up like his daddy.

When Austin’s birthday rolled around, you pulled out a box you had been very sneaky in hiding, and it took a bit to actually make the gift happen. When he opened it, it was a new carhartt jacket and tucked underneath was a perfectly matching miniature one for Alexx. The amount of pure adorableness that filled the house when Austin put the jacket on and then slid Alexx into his for a few photos, made your heart melt. Alexx’s first word was ‘mama’ but it wasn’t long before he followed it with ‘dada’. When Alexx had started to hold onto furniture to take a few steps, Austin was always hovering, worried about him falling and hitting his head. Alexx was 11 months old, he took his first unassisted steps from the middle of the room, where he had been playing with a few toys, over to Austin. The video call Austin was on with his publicist and manager was quickly ended and he spent the rest of the afternoon encouraging Alexx to walk between you and him. It was around then that he moved from single words to short sentences. He really was a mini me to Austin, always wanting to do what he was doing, wear what he was wearing. You never got upset over this. It was something that you had always dreamed of. When Alexx turned one, you had a big party with both your family and Austin’s as well as a few select friends. When Austin went back to work, he did filming where he could be home each night. Once Alexx was old enough you started to travel with Austin so he wouldn’t be away from the two of you for long. Your job was one you could easily do remotely from anywhere as long as you had internet, and that wasn’t ever an issue. It was during filming of a movie in Canada, that the three of you decided to head to a local park. With it being a little chilly out, you had Alexx bundled up in his carhartt jacket that matched Austins, and a little knit hat. You had made sure to get a new matching jacket everytime Alexx grew out of the current one. The three of you were on a blanket on the grass, you and Austin were just relaxing as it was a full day off for him. Lunch had been eaten a while ago and now Alexx was playing with a few of his dinosaurs. You were starting to doze off in the warmth of the sun when you heard Alexx say ‘Shit’ causing you to shoot up and look at him with wide eyes. “What did you just say Alexx?” You could not believe it, looking over at Austin who’s eyes were also wide. “Shit” He said, not knowing why you were looking at him like that. “That’s a bad word. Where did you hear that word, Alexander!?” You lifted him up and stood him between your legs, looking into blue eyes that were a mirror image of your husband’s. “Daddy said it yesterday. I want to be like him! We match!” The innocence in his voice, had you not been so shocked, would have been adorable. But when the words registered, your head slowly turned to look at Austin. He was biting his lip to keep from laughing. When he saw the look on your face, he couldn’t hold it in anymore, the laughter bubbling out. “Austin Robert Butler! What… When… Why did he hear you say that?” “I was on the phone with Kate, talking about the publicity circuit that I’m going to have to start after this wraps up here. I smashed my toe on the corner of the dresser, honestly, I thought he was sleeping.” 

You shook your head at him and rolled your eyes. Of course, you knew this was bound to happen some time, just not this soon. Alexx was always watching everything Austin did and was trying to copy him and do what he was doing. When Austin would play his guitar, Alexx had to pull his little one out and play with him. When Austin would cook, he had to be there helping. “I swear, one day, you will be sorry. He is going to be causing trouble like you. And breaking hearts before you know it.” The look on Austin’s face at those words had you laughing now. “It’s Kismet Aus.” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek before turning back to Alexx. “No more using that word okay baby? There are some words that are bad and that is one of them.” Gently pulling the knit cap off his little head that was crooked, you smoothed his hair down before placing it back on straight. You then pulled the zipper back up that had started to slide down. “Daddy! Lets slide!” Alexx shouted, holding his arms out to Austin, his fists clenching closed and back open over and over. You just rolled your eyes in loving exasperation. Austin stood up, leaning down to scoop Alexx up into his arms before giving you a kiss quickly. And true to form, Alexx leaned out of Austin’s arms to kiss you on the cheek. A smile broke on your face as he turned and carried Alexx towards the large playground set. You pulled your phone out and took a few photos of the two of them before just happily lounging back and watching them interact. The thought about having another little one had been playing around your mind for the last few months. You would have to bring it up to Austin soon. The thought of him having two little ones in his arms just melted your heart even more. About an hour later, Alexx was getting fussy and both you and Austin knew he would need to be put down for his nap very soon. So the decision to head home was made. You gathered the blanket and bag that you brought lunch in since Alexx was squirming in Austin’s arms. “Daddy… I don’t want to leave!” He whined, putting on the best puppy eyes he could. Your husband looked at you for a moment. Hell, was this what you felt every time he gave you that look? “Buddy, I’m getting tired. Don’t you want to go home, get into comfortable pjs and curl up with me and mom for a nap? I know that’s what I want to do.” Austin said, fingers of his free hand tickling your son’s sides gently. A squeal left little lips and eyes crinkled up with joy. “Stopp Daddy!!” He squirmed even more before grabbing Austin’s hood and turning into his shoulder more. With a smile, the three of you started back to the vehicle. “Movie also?” “Sure Bubbs. Whatever movie you want.” You said, knowing he would be out like a light within the first five minutes of the movie. When you got to the vehicle, Austin made quick work of buckling Alexx into his car seat while you put the blanket and bag in the back. It wasn’t a long drive back to the apartment you were renting, but by the time Austin parked and turned the car off, Alexx was asleep. While walking into the apartment, he woke up and was groggy. Small fists rubbing at his glazed blue eyes. “Daddy, mommy, snuggle and movie now?” He asked, and oh my word, your heart melted. “Yeah, lets get changed while Daddy gets everything set up okay?” You held your arms out to take your son. He slowly leaned over towards you and you plucked him from Austin’s arms. When you went and let him pick out what he wanted to wear, Austin moved into your room, pulled the covers of the bed back and grabbed the remote for the tv, and Alexx’s blanket, before changing into a set of sleepwear that you had all gotten together on a recent shopping trip. And of course when you walked in, Alexx had the same set on. “Mommy! You need to match!” Alexx pointed to Aus as you set him down on the big bed. “Okay, I’ll go get into mine Bubbs.” 

Once you had changed also, brushed your hair out and walked back into the bedroom, a huge smile filled your face. Austin was laying on his side of the bed on his back. Alexx was lying curled against his side, little fist clenching his blanket that he had bundled up between him and Austin’s side. If only you didn’t leave your phone in the kitchen. Making your way over to the bed, you laid down on your side, arm draping over Alexx and Austin’s stomach. “We are watching Land Before Time Mommy!” Alexx said, smiling at you and snuggling down even more between the two of you. “Oooooh. That’s a good one!” You responded with a kiss to his cheek. You trailed your fingers over his fluffy golden hair while Austin started the movie. When Little Foot met Cera for the first time, you glanced down and saw Alexx sound asleep. That didn’t surprise you at all, but what did was seeing Austin sound asleep as well. Smiling, you reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair off his forehead. This was a moment you never wanted to leave. Warm, curled up with your two boys and no worries at all. 

[burninlovebutler]

Just an Intern // Part 4.1

pairing: austin x intern lol | word count: 4.7k-ish?

summary: the consequences of austin’s behavior catches up to him amidst battling the paranoia of an impending media shit storm. when a familiar stagehand nuance instigates a conflict, austin helps intern escape.

warnings/notes: usual angst, oral f receiving, jealousy, dom!intern / sub!austin ?? if you squint?, orgasm denial, protective!austin, physical altercation, 18+ mdni

notes: austin's POV was suggested / requested - i prefer/am better at writing in first person so, i really enjoyed doing this. writing from male character's perspective is something i love doing so - i apologize if it's not your forte. y/n is being addressed as Intern bc i want to make her an oc but am afraid of the commitment so lol i hope you give it a chance anyway ♡

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vibes: just an intern playlist ⛓��

This girl is a gun, before you know it, it’s done

And you’ll be wishing that you crossed your fingers

- Girl is a Gun - Halsey -

-AUSTIN-

I closed Intern’s hotel room door behind me after our argument. I headed towards the front desk, scuffing my feet across the glossy wood floor, my hand gripping the handles of my duffle bag. The hallways of the lodge were always so vacant despite being overly booked. The silence only amplified the cycling thoughts in my head. I didn’t know what the fuck I was thinking – talking to her like that, talking about her like that. I didn’t know what comes over me when I was around her.

But I felt it that first day in the trailer, this insatiable feeling of hatred. Everything about her annoyed the fuck out of me, and yet all my body wants to do is get on my knees and bury my tongue in her pussy. I shook my head of the thought. That’s what I got for being on a social media detox. I thought of hopping on Hinge or whatever app just to find something to fuck. But decided against it – besides, we were stuffed like abominable snowmen in that fucking wooden cage. Another idea of finding one of the extras to hook up with lit up like a glass bulb in my head, but it quickly dimmed. Extras were too easy, and desperation seeped through their pores like dirty nicotine. There was no challenge, no fun. And so, it destined to be a long, lonely night.

Regardless of the confinement and inconvenience, this little unplanned vacation brought a much-needed gift – no service. At least very little and I didn’t bother paying for wi-fi. I needed a break from my managers, and the unforeseen weather anomaly gave me an excuse to ignore them completely. If I ignored the rumors that were festering like an open wound on Twitter or the looming tension of the next big scandal, maybe it would all go away.

I’d always been quite good at that – ignoring and avoiding anything that bothered me.

-

Thankfully the extra room was still available and once inside I swung my leather duffle bag onto a blue fabric-covered wingback chair. I let out a sigh and pressed myself against the wooden dresser that was identical to the one in the room I shared with Intern. I both felt and heard a loud hunger pain rumble in my stomach and that’s when I remembered that the last thing I had eaten was those fries from the night before. I tugged at my bottom lip with my teeth and tapped my fingertips along the dresser assessing my options. The memory of the heaping bowl of fries – drenched in salt and grease – looped in my brain. Layered atop that memory came a sense of guilt, I couldn’t tell if it was about the meal or my actions in the lounge bar. Either way it evoked the same response.

Another loud hunger growl ripped through me and I rolled my eyes at the dramatics of my empty stomach. I pushed myself off the wooden furniture and went to the glass-door mini fridge. I tugged it open and steal a branded water, cracking it open and taking a sip. The cold water immediately soothed the length of my esophagus and pooled satisfaction in my belly.

-4 Days Later-

When the snow melted, it took the peace of my cellular detox with it. Being snowed in on a mountain top was no longer a suitable excuse for neglecting the incessant phone calls and Twitter news updates from my management team. For those couple days in that stupid little lodge, I was able to just fucking breathe for the first time in months.

Not surprisingly, word got to the higher ups about the fight with her, they even heard about the small fight with Landon. I was reprimanded three separate times because of the events. If it weren’t for my integral role in the film’s publicity I would’ve surely been dropped. My career was hanging by a thread as it was, I needed to get my shit together. If anything got leaked it would collapse the shit storm that my team was so precariously balancing for me.

The three of us, Landon, Intern and I were all temporarily separated to different areas on set for the past few days. They finally brought on another makeup artist; a flamboyant man named Nick. Nick took over my makeup in the time we were separated. While he seemed to be relatively the same skill level as Intern, he was placed under her, making her his direct manager. I suppose he was the new “Intern” now, but she’d always be that for me – whatever that meant.

I regretted everything with her. Everything. The good and the bad. I didn’t know why I was so awful to her, only that she infuriated me so much.

And yet, I found myself noticing her absence on my side of the set. I noticed the lack of fluttery annoyance she usually brought and the quippy banter we’d exchange. I even noticed the quiet that filled the days without our incessantly heated back-and-forth. I noticed everything about her being gone. Perhaps noticed wasn’t the right word.

Maybe I missed the noise.

That morning we had new girls on set for some bar scenes and they needed more intricate makeup so, Intern was back in my domain. There was some unsettling feeling that came with her proximity, a confusion perhaps.

There were three new extras for this scene, a girl-next-door brunette, a freckly redhead and a busty blonde. On any other day, the blonde would be wrapped around my finger but today she was about as enticing as a plain bagel. That didn’t mean stop her though.

The petite blonde sporting frayed jean shorts and a plain white v-neck eyed me, while she stood next to the other extras and Intern. Her sauntered over to where I was leaned on my bike only a few feet from them. I squinted the sun out of my eye to look up at her, “Can I help you?” I asked, sounding more bothered than welcoming.

“Sure ya can darlin’” Her pink filled lips curled to a flirtatious smirk with a poorly mimicked southern accent.  “You can take me for a ride.”

I offered a small scoff, “Didn’t realize I looked like a ferris wheel.” The remark made her light brows scrunch in a confused way, like when a mall-santa claus is rude. I felt a pair of eyes on me instantly, but when I followed the feeling I was disappointed by the origin. Tom. He shot a warning glare reminding me that I needed to behave to prevent further repercussions. It annoyed me but it was a necessary reminder and I quickly turned on my press charm. I gave her a forced smile, “Sorry, I’ve just had a hard morning.” At least I was honest.

“It’s okay I forgive ya, my name’s Chloe.” The edges of her glossy lips turned upwards and stepped a foot at each side of my crossed ones. “Maybe I could make your day better.” Her suggestive voice quiet but not quite enough. My gaze wandered to Intern who’s face visibly twisted at the overheard remark but focusing on adding eyeshadow to the redhead’s eyes.

“Hey,” Snapped the blonde extra snapping fingers in front of my face bring my attention back to her, “I just gave you a pretty good offer and you can’t even look at me?”

Annoyance bubbled in me that I had swallow down.

Bitch I wouldn’t touch you with a 10-foot pole

-Is what I wanted to say but instead, “Sorry like I said, I had a shit morning.”

“Incredible, “ She sneered and propped her hands on her hips, “You’re exactly the monster the media portrays you to be.”

The last thing I needed was this dumb blonde who had only known me all of 5 seconds to be setting me off at 7 in the fucking morning. My jaw clenched holding back what I wanted to say but I knew my transparent poker face was giving away just how pissed I was getting. “Listen bi-“ I caught myself, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Chloe, you don’t know me at all, and I don’t think you should make assumptions of someone you barely know.” Attempting my best at keeping my temper tame.

An infuriatingly taunting cackle slipped her lips, “You know I didn’t believe the accusations, but I bet you really did everything that Madi-”

I shot up so fast I nearly knocked over my bike, “You don’t get to come on my set and talk to me like that, about shit you have no fucking idea about.” The hiss came out more apprehensive than I would’ve liked. I didn’t dare look over at Intern, I just prayed she wasn’t paying attention. I knew what she thought of me, she could think whatever she wanted. But her hearing any of the latest rumors swirling about me, would somehow be worse than anything I could’ve done to her.

She laughed at the fear in my tone, “Your set? You’re lucky you even landed this role with everything-“

“Who the fuck are you? You’re far too cocky for an extra, know your fucking place.” I growled, shoving past her and headed into the saloon set where we’d be filming.

I curled fingers so tightly into my palms as I heard steps following me, a vein pulsed in my forehead ready to burst open. I quickly pivoted back around, “What the fuck do y-” But instead of Chloe I found Intern, “Oh, hi.” My tone much softer, “What do you, um, what do you want?”

“I need to do your makeup.” She stated firmly while keeping her eyes focused on my chest, not looking at me.

“Right.” I nodded and followed her when she turned and walked towards her tented makeup station. I pulled myself onto the wood and fabric chair as she mixed up some foundation onto a metal palette. Then, she took a smooth flat brush and began painting the product down my face.

“So,” I hesitated as an awkward fog suspended in the air, “How’ve you been?”

She clenched her jaw and stayed silent.

“Isn’t it a little ridiculous that they separated us on set over a little rumor-”

“I see you found a new victim.” She sliced flatly, still not looking at me.

“Chloe?” I scoffed and her eyes snapped at me with a I’m-not-stupid glare. I sighed, I knew she wasn’t buying it, “Chloe? Are you kidding me?” I asked, then remembered how we got here in the first place.

She just raised her eyebrows in a ‘that’s not totally unbelievable’ kind of way.

I looked up at the tent as she patted makeup below my eyes with a small round brush. “If you think my taste is so low that I’d touch Chloe – you must not think very highly of yourself.”

She pressed her lips together before speaking again, “I just didn’t think you had standards, that’s all.” Her tone was light & bubbly, but the intention clearly wasn’t.

Anger began to pipe hot steam into my chest for the second time that early morning. I swore she tried to provoke me on purpose. My hands curled around the thick wooden arm rests and my nails dug into the grain. “And to think I almost missed you.” Her now powdered swiping motions halted as soon as she processed my words, her hand just barely trembling and her eyes locked on the area she was working. I couldn’t tell if I was mortified or glad that the words had left my mouth. Either way, it felt freeing, like I had finally told some secret I’d been hiding.

She continued finishing the work on my face in silence and stepped back. She set the black barreled brush down and kept her eyes low as she went to speak. “You’re done. Get out of my chair.”

-

I never thought pretending to seduce a pretty girl on screen would be as difficult as it was in my scene with Chloe. Regardless I felt Intern’s glare on me the entire time. My ego wanted to think it was jealousy but after what I pulled at the ski lodge and just before in the makeup chair, I knew it definitely wasn’t jealousy. Why the fuck would she be jealous after everything I’d done. Regardless, her stare burned like hot coals into my skin.

Directors cut for a 30 and I snatched a water bottle dodging every cast or crew member to find my bike. In the months of filming the vehicle had become some sort of comfort for me. Maybe it was me tapping into my character or the fact that it was the only thing that was constant, the only thing I could control.

I propped myself against the Harley unscrewing the cap of the bottle with a crack and taking a much-needed gulp. Before I could escape, Intern was making a b-line for me and I braced myself for whatever acid she was about to spew at me. But she walked past me, knocking my shoulder back and in a curt, but stern, tone, “I need to put something on your face.” Heading towards a trailer.

I let out a sigh, knowing whatever she was going to say would be even worse than I could imagine. I deserved it of course, but that didn’t make it any easier. I followed her to the trailer, pausing before the metallic door and taking a deep inhale before tugging it open. “We have no fight scenes Intern,” I exhaled clicking the door in place behind me, “What could you possibly need to put on my face?”

She straightened up, crossed her arms and puffed her chest out a bit appearing more intimidating, though there wasn’t much threatening about her. “Me.” She stated seriously, though her attempt at being menacing was almost comical.

“What?” I slightly stuttered not fully processing her words.

She shifted from one foot to the other before regaining her anger-fueled confidence. “I want to be on your face, I want to cash in my apology.” She blurted out quickly.

“I mean- I’m not saying no but just…why?” I questioned; I didn’t expect her to ever cash it in, nonetheless so soon.

“You and Chloe are fucking annoying and I just-“ Her was flustered, a light pink tinging her cheeks. Her fist balled at her side. “I don’t know, I just want my apology.” Her tone laced with false conviction. “I want my apology.”

“Okay…” I stated timidly, eyeing her wearily, “Are you sure?”

“Shut the fuck up and eat me out.” She sniped back, catching me off guard.

“Well I-“ Instinctively going to argue then realizing I had absolutely no problem with her request so, I shrugged, “Okay.” I looked her over, taking her in fully. I was trying to strategize how I was going to fulfil her request. She wore one of her flowy dresses, the ones that drive me insane – this one was powder blue with little white flowers. The dress hugged every part of her I enjoyed the most – it was tight around her waist and ruched around her full chest. The rest flowed down around her hips and thighs. I said a silent thank you to the universe for making it a warmer day. My gaze must’ve lingered on her too long because she took matters into her own hands.

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” She groaned impatiently, taking my face in her hands and practically smashing our lips together.

I let the inherent magnetism between us take over and took her face in my hands connecting our lips. She froze beneath my touch but quickly gave in, reciprocating the passionate kiss. Having her lips on mine again felt like a sip of cold water after a long drought – like an addict getting their first fix after sobriety. Her hands tangled into my perfectly styled hair for whatever scene I was meant to do next. Her tongue asked for entrance and I met hers voraciously. My hands trailed down to her sides and shoved her into the nearest wall. “Fuck.” I breathed out with my forehead pressed against hers. “I’m sorry.”

Her eyes fluttered up at me with flushed cheeks. “Make me believe it.”

My fingertips were on fire every place they met her skin, and I could’ve sworn I had become a vampire from how every part of me was screaming to sink my teeth into her neck. But the sugar high I was getting from her lips won the battle. Pulling away for a fleeting second, “I’m sorry.” I said against her lips.

Almost completely in sync, she wrapped her arms around my neck as I picked her up effortlessly pulling her legs around my hips. I carried her over to one of the empty makeup vanities and sat her on the edge – all while our lips were still locked with our tongues dancing in time. I drew away again, cupping her cheeks in my rugged hands, gazing down at her lust-dazed eyes, “I’m sorry.”

There was a glimmer in her eyes that made me think maybe she believed that one. “Beg for it.” She demanded.

My hands squeezed her thighs all the way up to her hips, pulling her dress up with it. I swiftly grasped her hips and drew her to the very edge of the table. I began peppering kisses down her neck, she tilted her head to the side for more access. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled against the skin below her ear and she let out a small whine.

“Keep going.” She breathed out, her body melting and reacting to my touch.

I pulled her skin into a suck, just soft enough to not leave a mark, “I’m sorry.”

“More.”

“I’m sorry.” Working my way down till I reached her collar bones. My hands trailed up her sides, lingering on the curves I liked most before they molded around her breasts. She let out another small moan as my thumbs traced over her peaked nipples through the sheer dress.

Her breath hitched as my lips savored every inch of her skin down her chest, “More.”

I kneeled in front of her, her legs easily parted for me and already had a damp spot on her baby pink panties. I trailed soft, but hungry, kisses up her thigh, accompanying each one with an apology. I hooked my index fingers at the waist band and slowly pulled down her panties down her legs, tossing them only a few feet from us.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled against her lips and I could feel her writhing beneath my mouth. I drew my tongue slowly up her folds, tasting the juices I thought I’d never taste again. I let out a grown from her flavor and it gained a hand tangled in my hair, rougher than normal.

I swirled my tongue over her clit and she let out a surprised moan. “Fuck, Austin.” She struggled to get out. Her response only fueled my work on her. My tongue swirled around her swollen nub and my hand traveled up her thigh. I teased her at her entrance with my middle and ring finger before slowly sliding them in. She let out a slow whine as they slid inside her and began pumping into her sweet spot. In a rhythmic manner, my fingers and tongue danced where she needed me.

“You taste so fucking good.” I hummed against her heat as her juices filled my mouth and ran down my fingers. She tasted sweet, sweet like honey and I ate her like I had an insatiable sweet tooth.

My work on her distracted me from how hard I was, painfully restrained in my jeans. My free hand went to unzip them to fuck myself while I devoured her, but she tugged at my hair. “No.” She growled. “This an apology is to me, and you don’t deserve to feel good.”

This was new for me. I’d never had a woman talk like to me during sex before. But there was something so fucking sexy about it and it only made my cock throb more for her.

It seemed her little shift into dominance turned her on just as much as it did me, her moans increasing in volume and her hand gripping my hair-spray drenched hair. I knew she was close with the way her walls clenched around my fingers and her legs trembled around my head. I gazed up at her as she began coming undone – I always thought women were their most beautiful in the throughs of their orgasm, but this was different. The way she glowed in her climax made me want to keep making her look like that. She was angelic and her moans were harmonies – the sort of songs you just want to replay over and over, practically getting high off of them.

Sometimes I would get this twist in my stomach when I’m in business meetings where I know the executives are swindling me, or when I’m in interviews and I can tell they’re going to butcher my words for a scandal. In college I’d get it when I was at parties that would get raided or in high school when intimidating seniors would corner me. That looming churn bloomed in my stomach whenever I was in danger – and I could feel it when I looked at her just then.

Once she was finally spent, I hesitantly pulled myself up from the floor and wiped the excess juices from my mouth. I watched her, disheveled with her chest heaving, still coming down from the high. “So, am I forgiven?”

Her hooded eyes weakly reached mine. I expected there to be more light in them than before, I expected them to be softer and less angry. She pulled herself off the table and smoothed out her dress before looking me dead in the eyes, “No. Not even close.” She took a step closer to me. “But it’s definitely a start.” She spoke with a tone that felt like I was just the gum under her shoe.

She glared at me as if she was disgusted with how I made her feel and tugging the hefty trailer door open and disappearing behind it. It was only then that I realized how utterly foolish it was to think that eating her cunt would erase all the damage I’d done.

I recognized that warning sign in my stomach when I looked at her.

She was a warning I needed to head.

-3 Days Later-

We were stationed along a long dirt road getting various riding and chase scenes. Bikes lined the side of the sandy road having to cut scenes constantly due to the still wet mud from last night’s unprecedented rain gunking up our tires and covering the ever-important sponsored logos on the bikes. The excessive wind whipping sand against us was also causing interruptions as Intern had to keep cleaning us up and reapplying. Between the shitty weather, the constant interruptions, and our fucking directors still hounding my ass harder since the ski lodge debacles, the day was not going well, and my patience was wearing thin.

I stood just beside my bike, trying to just breathe through the aggravation from the last cut as Intern used a brush to flick off the sand that had built up on my face. She used her pinky to dust off some extra then returned to the brush. Even though the brush was probably the softest thing I’d ever felt, it still mimicked steel wool compared to her touch. Out of everything that happened between us, and out of every memory that would make itself known to me, her touch was the one that lingered the longest. Sure, I thought about that night in the hotel where my cock was buried inside her as she rode me, or when I chained her to the trailer door… I thought about them a lot. But the ones that flickered constantly in my brain like flashing clicks of paparazzi cameras, was us in the hot tub or on the floor of that disgusting restaurant we broke into. My body seemed to remember her warmth on me when she was clinging onto me in the tub or when she held my face as I kissed her on the floor.

I’d never had memories or fantasies rile me up just as much as sexual ones. But my hands burned at the thought of touching her again, they ached just to be on her. I felt it when she was near me, when she touched me. It was magnetic. My cock craved her, of course, but my hands did too – it was something so foreign to me. And I fucking hated it.

It couldn’t happen again. I couldn’t let this happen again. Especially not after the warning siren that blared in the pit of my stomach every time she looked at me. One bitch was already on track to nearly ruin my career, I didn’t need another one. And from our track record, Intern wasn’t looking like the safest option anyway – already causing me fuck up in front of our cast and crew.

She was a warning I needed to head

I just needed to make it through the holidays and the rest of shooting, and I’d be done. I could forget all about her.

I kept my eyes on the floating clouds above us, just letting my thoughts flow in my head when I heard my bike engine rev and felt a splash of thick mud coat the side of my body. The sharp squeal from Intern told me she’d been hit too. “What the fuck!” Looking over at a stagehand, Ryan, the same one from the truth or dare debacle, being the only evidence of a culprit with hands on the vehicle.

He let out a cocky laugh, “Sorry man, was just tryin’ to clean up the bike.”

“You ruined my brushes!” Exclaimed Intern as she looked over the leather brush roll that thankfully covered all the products inside the cosmetic case. While the products inside were safe, her entire arsenal of tools were covered in mud.

This was the tipping point of the day, everything that had pissed me off culminated into the rage that coursed through me. The fact that it was Ryan and that I was now coated in mud, but most of all it was the mud on Intern’s brushes. I made it into Ryan’s face faster than I thought and grabbed him by his shirt. The threats from the directors and management were now faint memories as I held his shirt wrapped around my wrist. “What the fuck were you thinking.” I growled in his face.

“Austin! Let him go!” Shouted one of the crew members but I was too blinded with anger to decipher who.

“Who fucking told you you could touch my bike?” My fist tightening around the dark material.

Yet Ryan looked unbothered, “Sorry man, was just tryna clean it up.” He repeated though his voice was laced in competitive snide.

“Austin!” An even more aggressive shout, “Take a thirty!”

“I can’t work on anything more!” Perked up Intern shouting across set, her forced innocent voice didn’t fool me, she was livid. “My brushes are fu- ruined!”

“Fine. All three of you, call it a day. Go home.” Followed by a ‘Jesus fucking Christ’ muttered beneath the director’s tone.

I released Ryan’s shirt and shoved him back, “Fine, I’m fucking out of here.” Rounding the bike, throwing my leg over it and kicking off the stand.

Before I even moved, I glanced over at Intern looking absolutely defeated and furious, picking through her now destroyed tools.

“You comin’?” I asked over the engine rumbling, and she snapped her head up. Her frustrated watery eyes swirled with conflict; I knew she didn’t want to come with me, but I could get her out of there. She looked around weighing her options and ultimately her anger won. Her gaze landed on Nick, who gave her a little nod saying ‘I got this, go ahead’.

She quickly paced over to me, “Get me the fuck out of here.” She snapped in a whisper, and swung her leg over behind me, wrapping both arms around my torso.

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Missing You

Benny Cross x gf reader

Summary: After a wreck puts you in the hospital, Benny takes off. Will he return or leave you with more than just a broken leg?

Warnings: hospital setting, injury, brief mention of motorcycle accident, fear of abandonment, angst with fluffy ending

A/N: My first fic for The Bikeriders, pls be kind! Comments are love so leave me some 💕 No spoilers here!

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You turned in the narrow hospital bed, head throbbing from the pain and the bright overhead light in your eyes. "Benny," you mumbled, head fuzzy and mouth feeling as though it were stuffed with cotton.

"Isn't there anyone else we could call?" a tired voice asked from far away. "A relative? Parents?"

There was a shuffle and whispering that sounded like a passing cloud over your head. "No one...she doesn't speak to...don't make it worse, please. He'll be back."

You tried to sit up to see what was happening, but you felt a wave a nausea which stopped you suddenly. Screwing your eyes shut to will it away, the gentle rocking only continued, making you whimper.

"Shhh, lie back, honey," a warm voice instructed, pressing you down into the soft pillows. You felt the warmth of a hand encasing yours as reassuring words poured over you like honey. "They put you under to fix that busted leg, but you're gonna be fine now. Just need a little rest, that's all."

You blinked slowly and opened your eyes once more, fixing your gaze on Johnny's wife, Betty. She gave you a small smile and you felt yourself relax at the sight of her kind eyes. Much like Johnny had for Benny, she had become a role model for you, teaching you how to make a life with the Vandals. Now she was more of a mother to you than your flesh and blood.

"Wh-where's Benny?" you asked, a bit more coherently than you'd managed before.

Betty busied herself pouring some water into a cup for you and your heart began to race, wondering if she was stalling. The memories were coming back to you in full force now, Benny carrying you into the hospital after the crash, yelling at the nurses and doctors. Had he abandoned you then because of the trouble or later when he learned of the care you'd require? You felt hot tears welling in your lash line as you realized this might be the end.

As she turned back to you with the cup, Betty's face fell. Sighing gently, she confirmed your worst fears. "He's not coming back tonight, Y/n."

You couldn't stop the sobs that wracked your body, shoulders shaking and chest heaving with the weight of her words. She allowed you a moment of despair, a hand stroking down your back in soothing circles. When that didn't seem to comfort you, she asked, "Don't you remember the nurses asking Benny to leave?"

Stifling a cry, you sniffed, "No, what are you talking about?"

"I thought you knew."

"Benny stayed?"

"Sure he did, paced all night. Got himself so worked up, he punched a hole in the wall over there! They told him he had to show himself the door or the cops would," Betty explained, the rush of words leaving her mouth so quickly you barely comprehended it all.

You inhaled a deep breath, feeling lightheaded from the relief. "He still wants me?" you mumbled to yourself. There had always been a deep fear coursing through you that someday Benny would take off and never come back. You'd been warned many times he was a man who liked his freedom.

"He still what?" Betty asked, looking at you in confusion. "Sweetie it's none of my business, but I think you should try to sleep now."

Nodding in agreement, you sunk beneath the hospital blankets, exhaustion quickly overtaking your tired mind.

When your eyes reopened, sunlight was pouring through the blinds. A lazy smile spread across your face as you realized your head was no longer pounding with the incessant pain from yesterday. Though your leg now ached in its place and an irritating itch inside your cast was nagging you, somehow you had a good feeling about the day ahead. Stretching your arms above your head, you startled at the sound of a familiar, deep voice.

"Hi baby."

Your heart caught in your chest, too afraid to look if it was actually him.

"Ain't you gonna say hello?" Benny asked, his handsome face hovering over you like a blue eyed angel.

"Oh, Benny," you whimpered, eyes filling with tears.

"Hey, hey...don't cry," he urged, sweeping your hair away for a cautious kiss. You strained to meet the soft press of his full lips against yours, leaning into the gentle touch of his fingertips lacing through your hair. He kept his weight from you, careful not to worsen the bruising he knew you'd sustained to your ribs.

As his beard brushed your cheek, the gravel in his voice rumbled into your chest along with the words you'd longed to hear, "I missed my girl."

"I missed you. What the hell happened?"

Benny chuckled, his teeth shining in that mischievous grin he wore when he knew he'd been caught. His gaze turned toward the crumbling plaster he'd left in the wake of his anger, straightening his denim jacket as he confessed, "Mighta made some trouble."

"I heard," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "Betty told me, but she didn't say why," you prodded with a raised eyebrow.

Benny pulled up a chair, taking your hand between his large calloused palms. "Listen, I want you to know somethin."

You furrowed your brow uncertain where he was headed.

He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand as he spoke, his speech slow and tender as you'd never heard him before. A man of few words you weren't prepared for what came next. "I know you don't have kin...kin that claim you anyway." You stared down at his rings, watching them glimmer in the light as he chewed his lip in concentration, choosing his next words carefully. "We been riding together a couple of years now and you gotta know by now that I'll never leave you behind."

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you realized how wrong you'd been, misjudging your boyfriend in a moment of fear. The reputation Benny had as a loner who only looked out for himself simply wasn't true. The love you felt for each other was real, he was telling you so right now. The thought stirred butterflies in your stomach the likes of which you hadn't felt since you met.

Reaching for his face, you cupped his blonde scruff as you proclaimed, "I want to be with you too."

His eyes fell to the floor, thick lashes downcast as he was overcome by a sudden rush of shyness. Perhaps he'd already said too much, revealed a part of himself he kept hidden for fear of exposing weakness. However, you were reveling in it, especially when he raised his head to add another word of praise just for you.

"I was proud of you when we went down. Took it like a champ, you know?"

It was your turn to look away, blush creeping up your neck as you shook your head in vehement denial.

"No, I mean it. The first thing you asked when they got you in here was when you was gonna ride again!" he chuckled at the memory.

"What?" you asked incredulously.

"Yeah, the nurses all thought you were crazy. Said so too," he recalled, bitterness rolling off his tongue. He sighed heavily as he admitted, "That's why I punched the wall."

Staring up at the ceiling, you finally connected all the pieces and let out a little huff. It was soon followed by a snort, then a rolling wave of laughter as you were unable to contain your amusement at your boyfriend's classic impulsiveness. All the hurt and pain melted away as you realized it had all been a wayward attempt to defend you.

"M glad you think it's funny I almost got arrested," he protested.

"And I got a broken leg, Benny!" you countered sternly.

"You win," he conceded with a grin.

Looking down at the cast you turned sullen. "Can't ride with you now."

"Says who?" he asked, drawing close to you. His bright eyes danced with spirited challenge, daring you to defy him.

"I just thought..." you stumbled, feeling all willpower leave your body. When Benny asked something of you, the only answer was yes.

"You go where I go. We make trouble together, remember?" he said, sliding an arm over your waist and pulling you into him for another slow, sensual kiss.

"Sure do, don't we?" you agreed, moving in unison with him. Clutching onto his jacket you asked, "We going home now? I'm done missing you."

[austinbutlerslovers]

Pretty Little Secret

Label mature 18+

Summary Your dad is a famous no-nonsense actor: study hard, never rest on your laurels, and don’t even think about boys. Those were his rules, drilled into you since you were old enough to understand them. So when his gorgeous best friend, Austin, starts taking an unexpected interest in you, it completely derails your carefully constructed world.

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Pretty Little Secret

The summer barbecue is in full swing, the smell of grilling burgers and sizzling ribs filling the backyard. Your dad, the larger-than-life, no-nonsense actor everyone admires, is holding court at the grill, telling stories that make everyone laugh. But your attention isn’t on him—it’s on Austin Butler.

Austin is your dad’s best friend, though the two couldn’t be more different. Where your dad is gruff and commanding always taking charge, Austin has a laid-back charm, a warmth that makes everyone feel special

They had recently filmed a movie together, a huge hit that had dominated the box office. Your dad couldn’t stop talking about Austin’s talent, his work ethic, or how he was the easiest person he’d ever filmed with. It had turned into endless visits and outings making Austin a near constant presence in your life.

You remember vividly the first time you met him, it was at a dinner party your parents hosted to celebrate one of your dad’s films. Austin walked in effortlessly charming with a gorgeous smile. He was wearing a tailored all black suit that somehow made him look both casual and impossibly put together at the same time.

He had leaned in to greet your dad, laughing at one of his sarcastic remarks, and then his gaze shifted to you. As he introduced himself, it felt like time slowed. “I’m Austin. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting as he extended a hand.

The scent of his cologne drifted toward you—clean, fresh, and utterly intoxicating and his blue eyes were so focused on yours that it made your stomach flip

You’d never felt so self-conscious, so aware of yourself. It wasn’t just that he was stunning—it was the way he carried himself, like he didn’t even have to try to captivate you.

In that moment, everything you knew about life had changed. The way you felt about him was deeper than friendly—it was a feeling that made your heart race every time he was near, something that never happened before.

It was then that you slowly understood why your dad wanted you to stay away from boys—but Austin was a man.

The memory still lingers in your mind as you sit on the patio steps, pretending to read through your book as your eyes kept drifting to him.

Austin is gorgeous, with his effortless smile and the way his hair catches the sunlight just right, like he doesn’t even try to be perfect.

Today, he wears a fitted white t-shirt that hugs his athletic frame, paired with blue jeans that somehow make him look like he’s just stepped out of a magazine. He holds a drink casually in his hand, laughing with your dad as if they’ve been born friends.

He glances your way, catching you mid-stare and your heart leaps into your throat. Instead of looking away, he slowly smiles at you, walking over with a smooth, unhurried strut.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he grins, his voice as warm as the late afternoon sun as he gestures to your sundress. “That color looks nice on you.”

Your cheeks burn so hot you’re sure they match the barbecue flames. “Th-thank you, Austin,” you stutter, looking down and pretending to fidget with your bookmark.

He leans one shoulder casually against the patio railing, his drink balanced effortlessly in his hand as he gazes down at you.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he says, his eyes flicking to yours with a playful glint. “Your dad’s keeping you buried in books again.” he smiles.

You nod, trying to keep your voice steady. “He wants me to do very well in school and get into NYU,” you admit.

He smiles over the rim of his glass, taking a slow sip as his eyes linger on you.

“Figures,” he says, setting the drink down by his side. “He doesn’t strike me as the ‘let you slack off��� type.”

You nod in agreement, smiling slightly.

“Don’t let him keep you too busy though—you’ve gotta have a little fun, right?” He asks with a knowing look.

Your cheeks burn hotter, and your heart thumps so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. “I try,” you say quietly, your cheeks burning brighter under his gaze.

He tilts his head slightly, taking a slow sip from his glass, his eyes narrowing on you just enough to make your insides flutter.

“Any boys keeping you distracted?” he grins, his voice playful, “Or does your dad have them all running scared too?” He asks his tone dropping to something conspiratorial.

You shake your head quickly, your cheeks burning even brighter. “Never boys,” you say with a slight smile as you glance up at him. Your eyes are soft and smitten unable to hide the way you feel about him.

Austin’s grin widens at your reaction, a playful glint flashing in his eyes.

He tips his glass toward you in a way that feels almost like approval. “You’re a good girl,” he says softly, his voice low enough to make your stomach flip, before pushing off the railing.

“I’ll see you around,” he says as he turns to leave, his gaze dropping just slightly, lingering for the briefest second, as if he’s memorizing every detail of the way you look in this moment.

Then, he strolls back to the group, leaving you rooted to the spot, your mind spinning.

The way he talks to you, the way his attention feels like it’s meant just for you, and the way he smiles at you lingers in your thoughts long after he’s gone—You try hard to push your feelings aside, but your completely falling for Austin Butler.

At dinner your dad sits at the head of the table, recounting the highlights of the party with a sly grin. You push your food around your plate, replaying every second of your conversation with Austin in your mind, when your dad suddenly mentions him.

“Austin’s seeing someone new,” he says, taking a bite of steak. “Supermodel. Met her at some gala thing.”

Your heart plummets. You barely hear your mom’s response, something about how strategic Austin is with his girlfriends.

All you can think about is how unfair it feels. You spend the rest of dinner sulking, your appetite gone, barely noticing the way your dad raises an eyebrow at your obvious pout.

Austin doesn’t come around much after that, and you throw yourself into homework and other distractions.

You begin spending hours drawing or listening to music to keep your mind off him, but the house feels emptier without his easy laughter and teasing comments, like a missing piece that leaves everything feeling slightly off.

One day, as you come home from school you see your dad and Austin talking in the kitchen, making you stop in your tracks as you stare in disbelief.

Your dad is showing him how to use the espresso maker, his deep voice rumbling through the space while Austin leans casually against the counter. He’s wearing a soft white henley that clings to him just right, his sandy blonde hair perfectly tousled.

“There she is,” Austin greets, his smile easy as you drop your bag by the door. “How was school?”

“F-fine,” you manage, but your voice comes out quieter than you intend. His attention feels like a spotlight, and the unexpected visit catches you completely off guard. Feeling overwhelmed you quickly run upstairs feeling your cheeks flush warm.

Later that night, your mom comes to check on you while you’re lying in bed. “How’s my girl doing?” she asks affectionately, a laundry basket balanced on her hip.

“Fine,” you reply, though your thoughts are anything but calm.

She sets the basket down and begins placing your folded clothes into the dresser. As she turns to leave, she pauses, her tone softening. “Oh, by the way, Austin’s going to be staying with us for a while. He and his girlfriend broke up, and he’s throwing himself into a new project with your dad.”

The door clicks shut, and you let out a shaky sigh. Austin is staying with you, and he’s just downstairs. He’s heartbroken, and he’ll be living in your house for who knows how long.

The thought is overwhelming, filling your chest with a swirl of emotions—sympathy, excitement, nervousness—and before you can stop yourself, a small smile spreads across your lips.

Over the next few days, you fall into a routine. After school, you come home, finish your homework, and try to act normal whenever Austin is around.

But “normal” feels impossible when he’s sitting on the couch, reading through scripts, or casually fixing himself a snack in the kitchen. His presence fills the house, making it hard to focus on anything but him.

One evening, you’re sketching at the dining table when he walks in, a glass of water in hand. He leans over slightly to see what you’re working on, his cologne faint but intoxicating.

“Beautiful,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “You’re really talented.”

You freeze, gripping your pencil a little tighter. “It’s nothing,” you mumble, your face heating up.

“No, really,” he insists, his gaze lingering on your sketch before flicking to your face. “You’ve got an eye for detail.

Your cheeks flush deeper, and you look away, unable to handle the intensity of his eye contact. “Thanks,” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you continue to draw, his compliment stays with you long after he leaves the room, the warmth of his presence lingering like a phantom touch.

Over the next few days, every interaction with him—every soft word or shared smile—feels like a secret you hold close, something just for you.

You can’t help the way your cheeks warm whenever your eyes meet. The way he begins to look at you when you catch him watching makes your stomach flip. His gaze is soft and thoughtful, as though he’s seeing something in you that you don’t fully understand yet.

At night, as you lay in bed, all you do is think about him— how he is downstairs, so close, yet impossibly out of reach.

At dinner the next evening, the table buzzes with lively conversation. Your mom recounts an event she and your dad attended, while Austin chimes in with his easy humor, making your no-nonsense father crack a warm smile.

You, on the other hand, sit quietly, picking at your plate, aware of every occasional brush of Austin’s knee against yours as he shifts in his seat. Your cheeks warm, and you try to focus on your food, but his subtle touch is impossible to ignore.

Midway through the meal, your dad clears his throat. “So, your mom and I are heading out for a few days. There’s a film festival in Cannes we can’t miss. Networking, appearances, you know the drill.”

Your mom smiles warmly at you. “Since it’s your spring break, we thought Austin could keep an eye on you while we’re away.”

You nearly choke on your water at her words, the idea of being alone with Austin catching you completely off guard. Your dad chuckles at your reaction, shaking his head. “He’s staying because I don’t want you to get any ideas—no parties, and absolutely no boys over,” he says, giving you a pointed look.

Your cheeks burn as your gaze flickers toward Austin. He meets your eyes briefly, a faint, amused smile playing on his lips as your heart stumbles in your chest.

“Don’t worry,” Austin says smoothly, his voice calm but tinged with something you can’t quite place. “She’ll be in good hands.”

Your heart thuds harder, and you quickly look down, pretending to focus on your plate as you try to calm your breathing. The rest of the meal passes in a blur, your mind spinning with the realization that you and Austin will be alone in the house together.

Early the next morning, as your parents kiss you goodbye and head out for their flight, you stand at the front door, watching their car disappear down the driveway.

As you turn back inside, your mind races with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, the house feeling bigger, quieter, and full of possibilities.

After finishing breakfast, Austin leans against the counter, drinking tea. His fingers tapping lightly against the mug as he looks out the window at the large pool.

Then he glances at you smiling warmly. “You want to swim?” he asks, his voice casual but inviting.

You hesitate, your cheeks flushing at the thought of being in a bikini around him, your heart racing as his attention lingers.

“C’mon,” he coaxes, his irresistible smile lighting up his face. “It’ll be fun. I promise I won’t splash you too much.”

You smile bashfully and look down as you nod. Unable to meet his gaze for too long, your emotions swirling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

As you turn to leave, you can feel his eyes on you, warm and curious. He’s relaxed, but there’s an edge of something deeper to him—like he’s eager to see you in a way he hasn’t before.

Within five minutes, you’re stepping out to the pool, adjusting the straps of your bikini feeling painfully self-conscious.

Austin is already in the water, leaning casually against the edge, droplets glistening on his toned chest and shoulders in the sunlight. His swim trunks are low on his hips, and his hair is slicked back and wet, the look daring in a way that makes your heart race.

“There she is,” he says with a grin, shielding his eyes from the sun as he watches you.

His eyes linger as you slip into the water, the coolness a welcome relief against your flushed skin. Your movements feel awkward, and you keep your gaze down, sinking until the water covers you up to your chest as you sit on the steps.

“You coming over, or are you just gonna sit there by yourself?” he teases lightly, his voice warm and inviting.

You glance up briefly, your cheeks burning. “Oh—I was just…getting used to the water,” you reply quickly, though it’s his attention that makes you hesitate, but slowly you begin to swim toward him, treading across the large pool.

Your nerves skyrocket as you get closer, your heart pounding in your chest. He watches you with that soft, curious gaze, like he’s waiting for you to say something but your eyes look away.

You feel awkward—your movements uncertain, like you don’t quite belong in the water anymore. The weight of his gaze and the tension in the air make your chest tighten, and for a moment, you consider climbing right out of the pool.

But then he flicks a small splash of water in your direction, catching you off guard.

“Hey!” you squeal, your shyness breaking slightly as you splash back.

“Oh, so you’ve got some fight in you,” he says with a laugh, his grin widening as he dodges your retaliation.

Within moments, the tension shifts, replaced by laughter as the two of you start splashing each other playfully the awkwardness washing away as the water between you is filled with lighthearted chaos.

“Alright,” he says, shielding his face from another of your splashes. “Let’s see if you can actually beat me at something. First one to the other side wins.”

You hesitate for a moment, then nod, your heart thumping with anticipation.

You both push off the wall, your arms slicing through the water as you swim as fast as you can. You can feel him beside you, his movements strong and fluid making you push even harder to keep up. For a moment, it feels impossible to win, but somehow you manage to pull ahead.

You reach the other side first, gasping for air as you cling to the edge.

“I win!” you say, surprised and breathless, turning to him with a triumphant smile.

He leans against the wall beside you, smiling as he lets out a dramatic sigh of defeat.

“You beat me,” he says, his smile widening and for a moment his gaze lingers on you in a way that makes your stomach flutter.

The rest of the afternoon is light and carefree as the two of you lounge on pool floaties, laughter echoing across the water.

He playfully starts sending small waves your way, teasing you until you drift closer, then with a mischievous grin, he reaches out and tugs your waist, pulling you into the water with him.

Every touch and every brush of his hands on you feels exciting and playful, the tension from earlier fading, leaving only the exhilarating sense of being completely in the moment with him.

The two of you start playing a new game diving to the bottom of the pool to retrieve a small diving ring.

You race for it, your fingers brushing as you both reach it at the same time. Laughing and gasping for air, you surface together, water dripping from your faces as you hold the ring between you.

It’s only then you realize how close you are and the laughter fades, replaced by a charged silence as you stare at each other. The interest in his eyes is unmistakable as your heart pounds against your chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice soft, and reverent, his eyes lingering on yours, deeper and more intense, before dropping to your lips.

His own part slightly, his breaths shallow, as if he’s thinking about closing the distance and kissing you.

Your stomach flips, and you quickly look away, trying to hide the heat rising in your cheeks. But the way his gaze stays on you it’s as if he already knows your shyness means you want him, and it makes your heart pound even harder.

Later that evening, after dinner, you find yourselves in the living room. You put on some music from your phone, scrolling through playlists as Austin refills his whiskey glass then comes over and nudges you lightly. “Let’s play a game,” he says, his voice smooth and inviting.

“Okay,” you say, placing your phone in the dock after finding the perfect playlist. Music plays softly through the speakers of the room as you join him on the plush couch. You sit next to him, cross-legged, curiosity piqued by the mischievous grin on his face.

“It’s called Never Have I Ever. Have you played it before?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, his eyes locked on yours.

“No,” you say, shaking your head as you smile.

He leans forward, placing his drink on the end table, his voice low and playful as he explains, “It’s simple. We’ll take turns saying something we’ve never done to know each other better. If you’ve done it, you hold up a finger. If not, you don’t. First one to run out of fingers loses.”

You hesitate, shifting slightly on the couch, but eventually nod when the rules click into place. “Okay,” you say softly, your nervousness and curiosity mixing all at once.

He leans back, his grin easy. “I’ll go first …never have I ever skipped school.” He questions.

You slowly shake your head as you grin, keeping all your fingers down.

Austin smirks, lifting one of his hands and holding up a single finger.

You smile shyly, feeling a flicker of warmth at the thought of Austin as a rebellious teenager. He picks up his glass with his free hand, taking a slow sip.

“It’s your turn. Let’s see what you’ve got,” he says, setting it down, his relaxed posture making it look like he’s having far too much fun already.

You hesitate, then ask, “Never have I ever… been on a movie set.”

Austin’s lips quirk into a grin as he lifts another finger. “That one’s not fair,” he teases, leaning back against the couch. “I practically live on them.”

You grin with a playful glint in your eyes. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t count.”you retort.

He laughs softly, shaking his head. “Your dad would probably say I’ve spent more time on sets than I have at home.”

You smile, tucking your knees under you as you look at him, the warmth of his tone settling into something deeper between you.

Austin’s gaze lingers on you, his grin softening into something more thoughtful, his eyes tracing your face as if he’s thinking of something.

Then he leans slightly forward toward you, resting his elbow on his knee. “Alright, my turn,” he says, his voice lowering just a little, making your pulse quicken.

“Never have I ever… fallen for someone I shouldn’t,” he says, his eyes locking on yours in a way that makes your breath catch.

Your heart races, your cheeks warming as you quickly look away, unsure how to respond. But then, almost instinctively, you lift a finger, your breath shallow as the weight of your confession hangs between you.

He smiles faintly, leaning back and studying you for a moment before lifting his finger as well. “Guess we both have that in common,” he admits softly, his words carrying a weight that makes your stomach flutter.

It’s your turn, but you hesitate before speaking, the question personal to him. Your voice is quieter than before as you ask him. “Never have I ever… had my heart broken.”

His expression shifts slightly, the teasing grin slipping just enough to reveal a flicker of something raw beneath it. Slowly, Austin lifts another finger, his eyes meeting yours with the weight of his recent breakup.

“Never have I ever… been in love,” he says, in retaliation, his gaze holding yours and your heart races again unsure how to answer with your feelings for him. “I-I don’t know,” you say, uncertain.

“There’s one way to find out,” he says with a grin, his posture is relaxed but his eyes remain intently on yours with an intensity beneath his casual demeanor.

“Never have I ever… been kissed,” he says, his tone dropping lower, the question lingering, far more intimate than the others.

Your cheeks burn as you squirm under his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest and when you don’t lift a finger his lips curve into a faint knowing smile.

He leans forward, gently taking your hand in his and before you can fully process what’s happening, he lifts two of your fingers.

There’s a quiet understanding in his eyes, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing and what it means.

Confusion clouds your mind for a brief moment, but the thought vanishes as his lips press softly against yours.

You are stunned, your mind racing until you every thought slips away, the passion in his kiss consuming you entirely.

He pours every unspoken feeling, every unspoken word, into the kiss, his clean, masculine scent intoxicating as it mingles with the faint sweetness of whiskey on his lips.

His hands find your jaw, strong yet gentle, tilting your face up to him as if to ensure you feel every ounce of what he’s giving. Each press of his lips sends a slow, burning heat coursing through your veins, igniting something deep and unstoppable.

When his lips part to deepen the kiss a tingling sensation floods your entire body as your hands instinctively grip the fabric of the couch.

A warmth you’ve never felt before spreads through you, the sensation is overwhelming and perfect, every moment of your first kiss making your heart pound.

His hands gently take your wrists, pulling you closer into the kiss, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

As his lips press against yours, he tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss even more.

A soft sound of pleasure escapes your lips, his kiss so enticingly good, so intoxicating, it feels like nothing else in the world matters.

It’s thrilling and all-consuming as you understand exactly what it means—you want him, you want to stay pressed against him, to keep feeling everything he’s making you feel, every touch and every moment pulling you closer to him in ways you can’t resist.

As his mouth overtakes yours, your heart hammers in your chest, each beat making your blood rush. The more you kiss him the more a soft ache begins to build deep in your core, spreading with the warmth through your body.

You’re trembling, your chest rising and falling faster, trying to make sense of everything you’re feeling as your hips begin gently moving in time with your uneven breaths.

The strange thrilling pressure builds tighter and tighter inside you, leaving you dizzy, your mind spinning as you instinctively kiss him harder.

Your thoughts whirl in a storm of emotions, and before you’re lost to it completely, Austin gently pulls back.

Your eyes meet his, searching, full of questions you can’t yet put into words. The air between you charged with an unspoken energy as he looks at you with a soft smile.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself as his hand brushes against your cheek, his touch warm and grounding. His fingers lingering for a moment, his gaze reverent as if he’s memorizing the way you look in this moment.

“We’ll finish our little game later,” he says his voice soft and full of warmth as his thumb grazes your jawline. “I have a few more points I’d like to earn with you .” He smiles, his eyes trailing over your face.

You nod, even though you can’t fully process his words, your breath still uneven, your chest tight with emotions you can’t quite name. The warmth of his touch is soothing on your skin, and a part of you aches for him to stay closer, to keep looking at you like that.

“It’s late,” he says gently, his tone laced with care as his hand drops from your jaw, leaving you feeling a sudden, quiet emptiness where his touch had been. “We should get some sleep.”

Your eyes follow him as he stands, the space between you suddenly feeling far too wide, not wanting him to go, the warmth of his presence already starting to fade.

“Good night,” he says, his lips curving into a soft smile that seems to hold back more than it reveals.

His gaze lingers on you, warm and knowing, as if he’s fully aware of the way he’s just shifted something in your world, then softly he grins before heading to his room.

Realizing he’s leaving, you regain your thoughts and manage to call out after him, “Good night, Austin,” your voice far dreamier than you intended.

As you sit alone, your fingers brush over your lips, replaying every moment of his kiss in your mind. No matter how hard you try to reason with yourself, no matter how much you know this shouldn’t have happened, the warmth of his touch and the way he looked at you lingers, making it impossible to ignore the truth—

You’re completely and hopelessly in love with him.

You take a nice, long shower in your room, your mind filled with thoughts of him, your body feeling changed in ways you can’t quite explain. After drying off, you slip into a soft tank top and a matching shorts, then step into your fuzzy slippers.

The way he kissed you lingers in your mind, making you crave more—not just his touch, but the way he made you feel.

The thought of just being close to him consumes you, like it could somehow solve all your problems.

As you settle into bed, your mind races, the overwhelming urge to be with him building until you can’t resist it any longer.

Without a second thought, you slide out of bed and step into your fuzzy slippers.

Grabbing your phone, you use its faint light to guide you as you quietly pad down the hallway and descend the stairs.

Your heart pounds as you reach the guest side of the house, the hallway stretching out in front of you. The air feels heavy with anticipation as you approach his door.

You notice it’s already slightly open, the faintest glow of light spilling out into the hallway, and without thinking, you gently push it open.

The room is dark, but the soft glow of moonlight filters in through the window, illuminating his form on the bed.

He’s wearing a white tee, his chest rising and falling steadily, his features calm in sleep. You hesitate for a moment, your fingers gripping the doorframe as nerves twist in your stomach.

“Austin,” you whisper sharply, but he doesn’t stir.

You step closer to his bedside, a faint smile on your lips at how peacefully he sleeps.

“Austin,” you say again softly as you touch his arm. This time, he stirs, his eyes slowly blinking before they settle on you.

“Can I sleep in your room?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He gives you a gentle sleepy smile and pats the bed beside him. “Of course,” he mumbles his voice tired.

He moves closer to the edge of the bed to allow space between you, his hand resting on the covers near him creating a subtle boundary.

By the time you pull the covers up to your chin, he’s already drifted back to sleep and slowly, you fall asleep too, feeling content just to be near him.

In the morning, the first rays of sunlight stream through the window, casting a golden glow across the room. You blink against the brightness, wanting to get up and close the drapes, but you freeze when you realize Austin is holding you.

His arm is draped around your waist, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back, the intimacy of his closeness sending a rush of both excitement and nerves through you.

Your cheeks flush as you wonder if it’s on purpose or simply by habit, but the closeness feels both thrilling and forbidden as you try to calm the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you.

For a moment, you lie still, unsure of what to do, but then the feeling of his steady breathing against your neck is so intimate that, slowly, almost instinctively, you press back into him, savoring the sensation of his body against yours.

It feels so good to be in his embrace that you close your eyes focusing on the comforting rhythm of his breathing until a hardness pokes insistently against you.

As first you don’t understand what could be resting so low between your thighs, until suddenly you realize —it’s definitely his cock.

A shaky breath escapes your lips as you try to shift away from it, but the movement only traps you further, the pressure rubbing tantalizingly between your legs. Your heart races, and you tell yourself to stop, but the sensation lingers, igniting something deep within you that you can’t ignore.

Before you can stop yourself your curiosity and attraction overpower the voice in your head telling you not to.

Slowly, carefully, you begin to move against him, the subtle motion sending waves of sensation through you. Your eye lids fluttering as the tip of him presses just right, drawing a soft sigh from your lips.

The feeling is intoxicating, the need growing stronger with every movement. You don’t fully understand why you want it so badly, but once you start, you can’t bring yourself to stop.

Each shift of your hips brings a new wave of pleasure, the ache inside of you is throbbing, demanding more.

Austin stirs slightly as your movements become more intentional, your body desperate for the release that hovers just out of reach.

His breathing shifts, deepening as his arm tightens instinctively around your waist. A low, raspy groan escapes his lips, his voice thick with arousal as it breaks the quiet.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispers, his tone both strained and reverent as his hand slides to your hip firmly guiding your movements to be more precise.

Soft cries begin to fall from your lips, each one blending with the haze of pleasure clouding your mind.

He presses against you, as you push against him until you’re practically whimpering, incoherent with a need to satisfy an ache you’re unable to reach, then suddenly —Austin stops.

The stillness leaves you trembling, your body desperate for the relief he’s stolen away.

Before you can protest, he shifts onto his back pulling you on top of him. Your cheek rests on his neck as his chest presses against yours, trapping his hard cock between your bodies.

You can feel the sheer size of him reaching all the way to your naval, his cock warm and firm as it pulses against you.

The ache between your legs throbs painfully against his shaft, your wetness soaking through your panties as you straddle him.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, his touch firm but tender, grounding you in the moment as his lips brush your ear.

“Keep going for me,” he whispers, his voice soft and filled with understanding , each word laced with encouragement that ignites something deep inside you.

A wave of warmth spreads through your core at his words, and slowly, you begin to move, rocking your hips back and forth, the friction soaking his shaft with your arousal.

The sensation is intoxicating, each stroke against his hardness heightening the throbbing need within you.

His hands lower to your waist, steadying you as you find your rhythm, the feeling of him guiding you intensifying the pressure making you whimper softly in his ear.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, your nails grazing his skin as you push harder against him, the ache transforming into an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

“Just like that,” he whispers, his voice strained with arousal as his hands slide down to your hips, gripping firmly as he guides your movements in to a deeper rhythm that sends shockwaves through your core.

Your breaths grow heavier, your mouth parting as moans spill freely from your lips, your mind clouding with bliss.

The wet friction between you grows more intense, every brush of his shaft against your sensitive clit making you tremble. Overcome by his touch and his words, you begin to move faster, grinding harder, the pleasure building so intensely it’s unbearable.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, his voice full of praise as his hands tighten just enough to keep you steady. He lifts your hips slightly, helping you adjust your angle, and the new position sends a jolt of pleasure racing through your core. Your cries grow louder, more desperate, as he guides you closer to the edge.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders as your body moves instinctively, chasing the release that’s so close it makes you dizzy.

He holds you tighter, his hands guiding your movements with precision, ensuring every grind presses perfectly against him. His deep groans blend with your cries, his pleasure evident in the way his cock twitches beneath you.

“Come for me,” he whispers, his voice heavy with need as his hands firmly grip your hips, forcing you down on him harder. The intensity sends your body spiraling, your breath catching as you writhe in the throes of overstimulation.

You moan loudly, your pleasure building to an overwhelming peak as your thighs tighten squeezing on his waist.

With a sharp cry, you come, the release crashing through you so intense your arousal streams over his cock, soaking him all the way through his boxers.

Austin groans softly, his breathing uneven as he holds you in place until you ride out your orgasm, then his hands gently grip your waist as he carefully lays you back on the bed.

He shifts effortlessly, his movements controlled and patient as he lifts your legs with ease. He slides your panties off with a slow, teasing pull then he parts your thighs wide, settling between them.

His fingertips brush against your soaked entrance, and your hips buck up instinctively, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

He pauses, reading your reaction with tenderness, his thumb gliding over your trembling stomach, soothing the uncertainty that lingers within you.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, his voice low and filled with care, his eyes steady on yours and you nod slowly, your cheeks flushed with the heat of anticipation

His fingers glide through your wetness, his touch both teasing and mind-altering as he takes his time exploring every inch of you, savoring how soaked you are.

He slowly presses a single finger inside you, and you gasp, the sensation both foreign and thrilling as your body reacts to him without hesitation, arching toward his touch as a soft, desperate sound falls from your lips.

His fingers are long and skilled and the way he glides just one inside you with perfect precision sends waves of pleasure rippling through your body, making you lose your mind with every firm measured stroke.

He watches your reaction intently, his blue eyes fixed on every gasp and tremble, his lips curving into a grin as you bite your lip, your cheeks flushed with heat.

“Just one finger feels this good?” he asks, his voice filled with teasing admiration. When you nod wordlessly, his grin deepens, and he slowly adds a second finger. The delicate stretch makes you gasp, your hips instinctively lifting toward him.

The sensation of two fingers is almost too much, but his movements are slow and steady, coaxing your body to adjust to him.

The stretch sends surges of pleasure through you, and soft moans begin spilling from your lips as he strokes you from the inside, his fingers curling just right.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers, watching you intently, his fingers moving with precision, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

The combined sensations push you higher, your breaths quickening as your body trembles beneath him, teetering on the edge. “You’re doing so well for me,” he praises, his gaze warm and full of pride.

Just as you’re about to come, he presses a third finger inside, the stretch making your mind reel as you let out a desperate cry, your hips bucking against his hand as your body clenches around him.

Your protests dissolve into soft cries as his pace increases, his fingers stretching and preparing you with delicate thrusts. Your stomach tenses beneath his palm, your body chasing the pleasure he’s coaxing out of you.

“Fitting my fingers so perfectly,” he coaxes, his voice a mixture of encouragement and awe. “Wait until I’m inside you,” he promises, his tone lowering as you begin to lose yourself.

His fingers move deeper, stroking you in ways that send shocks of pleasure through every nerve in your body. His thumb continues its rhythmic circles, and as the tension in your core builds to a breaking point, you lose yourself completely, crying out as you your walls flutter tightly, feeling a release soak his fingers.

“Such a good girl” he whispers, his voice soft and full of pride, as he slows his movements, helping you come down from the peak as his other hand brushes over your trembling stomach, soothing you.

“You did so well for me,” he softly praises as he slowly pulls his fingers out. He watches your body shudder in response, the way your thighs tremble beneath him drawing a satisfied smile to his lips.

“You want more, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low and full of promise, his blue eyes dark with desire as they lock onto yours.

Your breath hitches, the lingering sensation of his touch making your head spin, and without hesitation, you nod eagerly, your voice hushed but full of need. “Yes,” you whisper, the word slipping from your lips. “Please, yes.”

His smile deepens, his hand settling on the hem of his shirt. With one smooth motion, he pulls it over his head, revealing the hard lines of his chest and the strength in his shoulders. You can’t help but let your eyes wander, taking him in, your breath catching as your cheeks flush deeply from the sight.

His chest is broad and perfectly sculpted, his abs defined, each muscle catching the soft morning light. The way his body moves, effortless and confidently as he lowers his boxers, only makes the heat inside you burn hotter.

Your eyes lower instinctively, and your breath hitches as you see his cock. He’s thick and incredibly hard, the sheer size of him overwhelming, sending a surge of heat through your core with a mix of awe and fascination.

Austin notices your reaction and grins. “Don’t worry,” he says his tone filled with promise, “We’ll make it fit.”

His words make your face flush hotter, the confidence behind them igniting something deep within as your eyes linger on his perfect physique.

You don’t care how impossible it seems or how overwhelming it feels. You know, without a doubt, you want him.

Austin lowers himself on top of you, his body pressing lightly against yours as he rests on his forearm, his weight supported by his elbow.

His lips find yours first, soft and lingering, his kiss deepening as his hand moves between your bodies, gripping the base of his cock as he guides the thick head along your entrance.

The first push of his tip inside is enough to make your body tense and jump, breaking the kiss. He pauses immediately, his forehead resting gently against yours “We’ll go slowly,” he says against your lips, his tone filled with care.

He kisses you again, this time softer, his lips moving slow and reassuring, coaxing you to relax under his touch. His words and the tenderness of his kiss gradually melt away the tension, drawing you deeper into the moment.

As you get lost in his kiss, your body instinctively softens to him, and he takes his chance. As he presses forward again, the stretch is undeniable, the thick tip of his cock pushing deeper, making you gasp against his lips. He shifts slightly, resting both elbows on either side of you, supporting his weight to focus his penetration.

You feel the growing pressure as he pushes forward, the blunt head stretching you slowly, demanding your body adjust to him. As a moan spills from your lips as a soft breathy groan escapes him, the sounds of your pleasure blending perfectly.

“You’re so tight,” he whispers, his voice edged with restraint as he holds himself back, giving you time to adjust.

The stretch is overwhelming but intoxicating, a mixture of sensations so new and consuming you can’t focus on anything but him.

Your body clenches instinctively, and he stills immediately, his hand moving to your thigh. His thumb traces slow, soothing strokes over your skin, grounding you, his touch steady and tender.

“You’re doing so well for me.” he breathes, his voice thick with reassurance and desire. “Just a little more. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” He says and your eyes lock onto his as you softly nod.

He inches forward with painstaking care, his hips barely rocking as the pressure builds.

You make a high-pitched little cry, your head tossing back until his hand tilts your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Are you my girl?” He asks, his voice low and coaxing, his gaze locking onto yours as he pushes into you slowly, deeply.

Your lungs gasp as he stretches you beyond your capacity, a moan slipping out in a long, trembling sound as his words settle over you.

The pleasure makes your body tense up, your thighs quivering, the intensity of the moment overwhelming until it feels like you might cry.

“Mm —hhh —y-yeah,” is all you finally manage, the word spilling out in a shaky string of sounds, your body trembling as you clutch at the sheets beneath you.

“Yeah?” he repeats as he grins, his voice soft and full of approval. He presses another inch into you, his movements steady and intentional, savoring the way your body struggles to take him.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against your temple. “You’re doing so well for me. So beautiful, so perfect.”

His hips press forward again, drawing a higher-pitched cry from your throat, and he smiles, his tone sweet and coaxing as he whispers, “It’s all in now”

He begins to thrust steadily and you take everything he gives. His breaths come in faster, deeper, as the sensation of your tightness begins threatening to overwhelm him. His jaw clenches, his body trembling with restraint as he pushes deeper, harder, his cock twitching inside you.

“Taking me so perfectly,” he rasps, his voice rough, barely controlled. He leans forward, his hand slipping to your waist as he shifts his angle, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward in a slow, deliberate motion that makes you cry out, your head falling back.

“Im so deep” he rasps, his words tense with restraint and awe as his hips roll forward again, pressing into you so completely it feels like he’s everywhere at once.

Your body quivers underneath him, your nails gripping the sheets as his new angle sends waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“I want you to be mine,” he breathes, his voice low and coaxing as he quickens his pace, his control slipping under the weight of his need.

“You’re all I want, your perfect,” he whispers, his eyes gazing into yours. His hips drive deeper, each thrust sending a shockwave of sensation through you, the ache sinking deep into your core in the most intoxicating way.

His hands slide to your waist, gripping firmly as he pulls you tighter against him, intensifying the connection between you. The relentless pressure leaves you gasping for air, your body trembling as you cling to him.

Your soft cries turn into desperate moans as the stretch and pressure drive you to the edge, your body tightening around him, making him groan. “Squeezing me..— so perfect..you’re so good to me.”he whispers, his tone trembling with intensity.

Your body reacts uncontrollably, clenching and quivering as waves of pleasure ripple through you, the heat building and spreading outward.

The sensation of him stretching you, filling you, and the way he thrusts into you, sends you spiraling.

He groans low and deep, his hips stuttering against yours, his breath catching. “S-so good, I—I’m gonna come,” he rasps, his voice barely coherent, breaking as he grips your hips tightly, anchoring himself to you.

Every sound he makes as his gaze locks onto yours is a raw testament to how much he’s losing himself in you. The pressure inside you peaks, the intensity of his need for you pushing you over the edge. You come undone, breathless, your body shuddering as your orgasm crashes over you.

“That’s my girl,” he says softly, his voice filled with reverence as he withdraws, his cock glistening. Your body quivers, your cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he kneels between your thighs, his hand wrapping around his base as he begins stroking his cock, his arm flexing faster with his movements as he watches you.

You can’t take your eyes off him, the way his brow furrows and his jaw clenches as pleasure overtakes him. His lips part, his breathing heavy, and you see every little shudder, every low groan, wishing it was you pulling those sounds from him.

Unable to resist, you guide his other hand to your mouth, your tongue swirling over the pad of his thumb as you suck it gently. His breath catches, his brow knitting tighter as he strokes his cock faster, spurred on by the sight of you. You suck more firmly, hollowing your cheeks, and with a loud groan, his body tenses.

He comes, his release spilling across your stomach as he climaxes, the silky warmth covering your navel while your thighs clench together in response.

He lets out a soft breathy sound as he empties every last drop on you, his chest heaving as he sluggishly grabs his shirt from the bed, carefully wiping you clean.

Once satisfied, he collapses onto the bed beside you and pulls you into his arms, holding you so close you melt against him, your body fitting perfectly to his.

Your breathing slows as the two of you lay together in comfortable silence until he tilts your chin up, his eyes meeting yours.

“You’re my girl now,” he whispers, his voice filled with warmth as his hand strokes your hair. “You’re perfect for me, you know that?”

You smile up at him, turning into some soft needy little thing, utterly lost in the way he looks at you.

His lips brush softly against your temple as he speaks, his voice warm and steady. “We have to tell everyone” he reveals and you freeze, your cheeks burning as you avoid his gaze.

“Austin…” you begin, your voice trembling, unsure of how to respond. “I don’t think I can. My parents would never allow it.”

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “I don’t want you to be my pretty little secret. I want everyone to know.” he says with certainty, gently sliding his hand to cup your cheek.

Your chest tightens, guilt mixing with fear as you shake your head. “You don’t understand,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. “…M-my dad will kill you.”

Austin’s lips turn into a sly grin, his hand still cupping your cheek. “Your dad is my biggest fan,” he teases, his tone playful.

You blink at him, startled by his confidence. “Austin, I’m serious,” you insist, your voice trembling. “He’s very protective.”

“I know,” he says, his smile softening “But I want you.” He confesses, his thumb stroking your cheek as his gaze locks onto yours.

He pauses for a moment as he notices your worry and slowly interlaces his fingers with yours.

“I want you to be happy with me,” he says, his voice lowering, the vulnerability in his admission making your heart ache. “And I don’t want you to ever worry about what anyone else thinks,” he confesses, and as he looks into your eyes, his conviction is unmistakable.

The weight of his certainty presses against your hesitation, and you feel your defenses softening as you look at him.

Austin’s lips curve into a small, confident smile as his hand gently brushes your cheek.

“Your dad might be intimidating, but it’s because he loves you. And I’ll make sure he knows how much I care about you.”

For a moment, you let his words settle over you as you softly smile, the idea of being with him suddenly feeling less impossible. When Austin leans in to kiss your forehead, the warmth of his lips lingers, grounding you in a way you’ve never felt before.

His arms tighten around you as he holds you close and suddenly the idea of being with Austin shifts from fantasy into something real, something you could actually have.

The rest of the day passes in a haze of affectionate moments . By the pool, Austin sits on one of the lounge chairs with his camera, snapping photos as you lay relaxed on a pool float in the water.

“Turn toward me,” he says, his tone soft but commanding, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks through the lens.

You adjust your position, resting on your side the sun glinting off the water and casting a soft glow over your skin. The gentle waves lap around you, and the warmth of the sun mingles with the intensity of his gaze.

You love the way he looks at you—focused, attentive, like you’re the only thing that matters in that moment. His presence is magnetic, and every click of the camera feels like a quiet acknowledgment of how much he admires you.

After he lowers the camera, his lips curve into a knowing grin.

“You’re stunning,” he says softly, the words making your cheeks flush as warmth spreads up your neck.

He sets the camera aside and moves to sit on the pool’s edge, his feet dipping into the water. His eyes never leave yours, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he crooks his finger, beckoning you to come.

You hesitate for a moment, your nerves fluttering wildly, but his expression is gentle, patient. Bashfully, you lower yourself into the water, gliding toward him until you’re right in front of where he sits.

Without a word, his hands hook under your arms, firm yet gentle , and with an effortless pull, he lifts you out of the water and onto his lap. Droplets slide down your skin as his fingers brush over your cheeks, his gaze locking onto yours making everything else fade away.

He leans in his lips capturing yours in a kiss and your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. As the warmth of his kiss envelops you his hands slides down your back, steadying you as his mouth delicately moves against yours, the connection making your heart race as your thoughts blur.

When he finally pulls back, you’re breathless, your chest rising and falling as his forehead comes to rest gently against yours. His smile is soft but filled with a quiet intensity, his eyes searching yours.

“I don’t want this to ever end,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, his words carrying a weight that leaves you speechless.

You sit there for a moment, wrapped in each others embrace, the surroundings fading as the connection between you grows impossibly stronger. The way he looks at you, as if you’re the only person in his world, making your heart swell with emotion as his words echo in your mind.

Later, after you’ve dried off, you invite him into your room.

The walls are adorned with your artwork—sketches, paintings, and studies of the little details you find beautiful in everyday life. A queen bed sits in the center of the room, covered with soft, inviting blankets and pillows that feel as comforting as a secret haven.

Nearby, your desk, a creative chaos of pencils, brushes, and half-finished drawings, sits under a large window overlooking the pool. The late afternoon light filters through, casting soft shadows across the room, giving your room a warm glow.

Austin steps inside, his gaze sweeping over the space as he smiles. “Your room is amazing,” he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration. He steps closer to the wall where your sketches are pinned, leaning in to study each one. “Have you drawn me yet?” He asks with flirtatious curiosity.

You shake your head, nervously. “I… I haven’t I wouldn’t even know where to start.” You say biting back a smile.

“Start now,” he says simply, as he sits on your bed his palms rested back. “Draw me.”

You sigh dreamily as you grab a sketchbook and settle at your desk. Austin sits across from you, his expression softening as he watches you work.

At first, you’re hyper-aware of his gaze, but as your pencil moves across the page, you lose yourself in the rhythm of creating, the lines and shadows taking shape of his beautiful face and neck.

You finish the drawing and hand it to him, your heart pounding as he takes it.

He studies it for a long moment, his expression unreadable, his eyes tracing every line and shadow with an intensity that makes your heart race.

Finally, he looks up at you, his voice soft but full of emotion as he grins. “This is incredible,” he says, holding the sketch as though it’s something precious. “I’m going to frame it at my house.”

You laugh softly, the sound bashful as you lower your gaze, “You love it that much?” You ask your cheeks warming under his attention.

“I love it that much,” he repeats, a grin breaking across his face.

Before you can say more, he leans closer, setting the sketch carefully aside as his hand brushes your cheek. His touch is warm, his thumb gently grazing your skin as he tilts your face up toward him, and then he kisses you.

His lips softly press against yours, and the world around you seems to blur until there’s only him. His hand slides to the back of your neck, as the kiss deepens, and your fingers instinctively clutch his shirt to steady yourself.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours, his eyes searching yours with a warmth that leaves you breathless. “Do you know how precious you are?” he asks, his voice filled with soft sincerity.

You look up at him dreamily, your heart fluttering as his words settle over you, his undivided attention making you feel treasured in the most thrilling way.

Dinner is a quiet affair, the two of you sharing smiles and affectionate glances as you eat. The sky outside darkens to deep indigo, the sounds of the night filling the air.

Austin leans back in his chair, his plate nearly empty, as he finally brings up the topic you’ve been avoiding. “Your parents arrive around eight tomorrow, right?” he asks, his voice calm but curious, his eyes studying you with a tenderness that makes your heart ache.

You nod, absently pushing your food around your plate. “Yes…I’m so nervous” you reply softly.

Austin leans forward, his hand brushing yours lightly, drawing your gaze to him. “Don’t be,” he says, his voice steady, filled with quiet confidence. “I’ll be here.”he confirms, his thumb lingering against your knuckles.

The warmth in his words calms you slightly, though the thought of your father discovering your relationship with Austin still sends a wave of anxiety through you.

After dinner, as the table is cleared and the night winds down, Austin walks with you to the stairs. At the base he pauses, his hand brushing against yours.

“Good night,” he says softly and he leans in his lips brushing against yours, with a soft kiss.

When he pulls back, his hand remains on yours, his thumb stroking gently over your knuckles. “Sleep well,” he says, his voice low, and you nod, though your heart aches at the thought of parting for the night.

You don’t let go until the very last moment, your fingers reluctantly slipping from his hand as he heads to his room. It feels like a part of you is tethered to him by the quiet promise lingering in his gaze.

During the night you are unable to sleep, the silence of the house feeling oddly oppressive without him nearby.

No matter how many times you close your eyes, your mind drifts back to him, the emptiness of your room only amplifying the ache in your chest.

Finally, unable to rest, you slip out of bed in your pajama shirt stepping into your slippers and padding quietly downstairs to the guest hall.

The faint glow of moonlight filters through the hallway as you approach his room, the door slightly open and you push it gently, careful not to make a sound.

Austin is lying on his bed, propped up slightly against the headboard fingers interlaced on his chest, his face illuminated by the soft light spilling in through the window.

He’s awake, his gaze lifting to meet yours the moment you step inside. A small smile tugs at his lips, and he sits up slowly, the sheet slipping down to reveal his bare chest.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks softly, his voice low and warm.

You shake your head, unable to keep the small smile from your face. “No,” you admit quietly.

“Come here,” he says, his tone inviting as he pats the space between his legs.

Without hesitation, you cross the room and climb onto the bed straddling his lap. His hands wraps around your waist and before you can fully settle, his strong hands guide you back onto the mattress the sheet falling away to reveal he’s already naked.

His touch is gentle as he pulls your oversized shirt over your head, his palms warm as they press against your hips, holding you steady. “I missed you,” he whispers, lips softening into something deeper as his gaze meets yours, and the intensity taking your breath away.

Your heart is pounding as he slowly shifts, his body gliding down the bed with purpose. His hands slide over your thighs, spreading them just enough as his lips trail kisses along your skin, every touch a mix of tenderness and fire. When his face lowers between your legs, you feel a nervous thrill, your pulse racing so fast you’re certain he can hear it.

The first touch of his mouth is euphoric, a sensation so overwhelming that your hips tilt instinctively toward him, seeking more.

You gasp, your fingers curling into the sheets as his lips and tongue move with a precision so pleasurable it makes you dizzy. Each flick of his tongue against you is delicate and perfect, his focus unwavering, leaving you trembling under the weight of his attention.

The rhythm he sets is slow and unhurried savoring every soft moan, every shiver you give him. His mouth moves against you skillfully as he flicks his tongue, coaxing sounds from you that you didn’t know you could make, and just when you think you can’t take any more, he slips one fingers inside.

You moan as he glides it in and out slowly testing your limits, his gaze flickering up to meet yours.

Your breath hitches and your hips tilt instinctively toward him wanting more. His lips curve into a slight, satisfied grin before he adds a second, his fingers working in a steady rhythm that sends your thoughts scattering.

His tongue flicks your clit as you cling to the sheets and just when your body begins to adjust, he slides in a third finger. The stretch is intense, the ache intoxicating, so much so that it’s almost too much to handle.

His fingers curl inside you perfectly as his tongue continues its relentless focus, leaving you trembling. Every nerve feels alive, every sensation heightened as the pressure builds into something overwhelming and utterly consuming.

You’re completely lost in the pleasure he gives, your walls fluttering tightly around his fingers as the tension builds into something unstoppable. It’s mind-numbing, as the world falls away and there’s only him and the way he’s making you feel.

As you orgasm, it’s intense and all consuming and your fingers desperately tangle in his hair, holding him close as he guides you through every last shiver from your body.

You can barely catch your breath, your mind blissfully blank as he looks up at you, his grin softening into something tender, almost reverent.

He slowly rises, his hands resting on your trembling thighs, his thumbs brushing the soft skin as if grounding you. “Are you tired now?” he teases, his voice rich with affection, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

You shake your head no as you grin, unable to form words as your chest rises and falls, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you. The intensity in his gaze makes your pulse quicken all over again, your body already craving for more.

“Of course you’re not tired,” he mutters with a sly grin, shifting slightly. He balances himself on one of your thighs, his hand moving between his legs as he presses his cock against you, teasing just enough for you to feel him as he positions himself.

You shudder at the sensation, his hardness brushing against your slick warmth, nudging insistently at your entrance. The anticipation coils tightly within you, your breath catching as you feel the pressure building.

He pauses, looking down at you, his free hand brushing your hair back with a tenderness that contrasts the intensity of the moment as his eyes search yours, his gaze deep and steady.

“You ready for me?” he asks, his voice low, almost reverent, as he lowers down, his forearms resting on either side of your head.

You manage a small nod, unable to form words as your chest rises and falls under his gaze and he smiles at your response, his lips finding yours in a kiss so soft and passionate it coaxes you to relax beneath him.

As he breaks the kiss, his focus shifts, and slowly, carefully, he begins to press forward. The tip of him pushes inside, the stretch so tight it steals the air from your lungs and he stops, giving you a moment to adjust.

“Its okay,” he whispers, his voice soothing as his hand cups your face. “Just breathe.” His touch steadies you, his patience evident as he inches forward, the pressure intensifying with every slow movement.

The sensation is overwhelming, your body accommodating him bit by bit, the fullness he creates returning just as intense.

He leans down, kissing you again, this time slower, deeper, grounding you in the connection as he presses further, claiming you completely. His jaw clenches, a groan escaping him as he grips your hip with one hand, steadying himself.

“You feel incredible,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “So tight… so perfect.”

You whimper, your body adjusting to the overwhelming sensation as every inch of him fills you completely. He presses his hips against you and it feels like too much, his cock stretching you in ways that leave you breathless your hands clutching at his shoulders.

He rests his forehead against yours his voice breathless. “You take me so well,” he whispers, his lips brushing yours. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”

As he begins to gently thrust your tightness gives way to a pleasure so profound it steals the air from your lungs. His hips roll in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each drag of his cock pulling a moan from your lips. The way you clench around him makes his control falter and he presses deeper, each movement more desperate than the last.

“You’re perfect,” he groans, his eyes locked onto yours, his voice rough with emotion. “So perfect for me.”

The connection between you is overwhelming, his gaze holding yours as your bodies move together. Every deep thrust sends waves of sensation through you as you moan beneath him. His hand slips between you, his thumb finding your clit making your back arch and your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Austin,” you gasp, your voice trembling as your pleasure peaks and he catches your gaze, his intensity pulling you under. “I’m so close,” he whispers, his voice shaky. “I love what you do to me.” He says breathlessly.

His head falls forward, his chest brushing against yours as he thrusts harder, his breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps. His jaw clenches then his lips part slightly as a deep, guttural groan escapes him.

His hips press against you, grinding in a rhythm that’s desperately possessive, his body driven by pure need. You can feel every ounce of his restraint slipping away as he buries himself deeper, the way he moves filling you so completely it leaves you in a state of euphoria.

When his eyes meet yours, his expression is pure, unguarded passion—his lips parted slightly, as his muscles tighten with the effort of holding back, savoring every last second of your pleasure together. The dilated pupils in his blue eyes burn with intensity, a mix of devotion, hunger, and raw vulnerability that makes your heart stutter.

You immediately reach for him, your hands gently cupping his face as you pull him down to you. Your lips crash together in a kiss that’s fiery and unrelenting, his thrusts never faltering as his mouth claims yours. It’s all-consuming, a fusion of passion and connection that sends shivers through your entire body.

His groan vibrates against your lips, his hands tightening their grip on your hips as he matches the rhythm of his kiss to the rhythm of his body, leaving you lost in him, every thrust drawing you closer together.

The moment is so intimate that it pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes through you as your body clenches around him, and the satisfying little moans you make become his undoing.

His rhythm falters as he buries himself fully, his body shuddering against yours. He holds you tightly, his face buried in your neck as he reaches his peak, his groans mingling with your soft cries.

With a sharp, regretful groan, he quickly slips out of you, his body trembling with the effort to hold back even a second longer. The loss of your tight warmth around him makes him falter, his forehead falling against your shoulder as his hand wraps around his cock.

“I wish I could stay inside you,” he rasps, his voice thick with longing and frustration, every word dripping with the truth of how much he wants you completely. But as his release overtakes him, his restraint crumbles, and his hand moves with desperate intensity.

The first rush of come spills onto your skin, his groan turning guttural filled with unrestrained pleasure and then he gasps, as his body shudders, his release painting you in warm streaks.

You watch his expression torn between adoration and a flicker of longing, his breathing uneven as the last waves of pleasure wash over him.

As he comes down his hand strokes above the mess he’s made, “I’ll always want to be inside you” he says reverently, and then he leans down to press a lingering kiss to your lips, his other hand tracing soothingly over your thigh.

He leaves the bed only for a moment returning to carefully wipe you clean. Then he climbs in beside you resting you against him as he holds your hand in his.

For a moment, neither of you move, your bodies perfect against each other, the connection between you so profound it leaves you both speechless. Slowly, he lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours with a look so full of tenderness it makes your heart ache.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispers, brushing a kiss against your forehead, his hand gently stroking your hair. “Everything.”

The next morning, sunlight streams into the room, but you don’t mind. You’re curled up against Austin’s chest, completely content, his steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm against your ear. You’d fallen asleep without even realizing it, and now, wrapped in his warmth, the rest of the world feels a million miles away.

It isn’t until you hear the sound of a car doors slamming outside that your eyes snap open, panic flooding your veins. You sit up quickly, your heart pounding as you recognize the voices coming from downstairs—your parents.

“Where are they?” your dad’s stern voice echoes through the house, commanding and sharp.

“Honey, we’re back” your mom calls sweetly, her tone soft but expectant.

You turn to Austin, wide-eyed and terrified, clutching the blanket to your chest. “They’re home,” you whisper, your voice shaking.

Austin stretches lazily, an amused grin spreading across his face as though this is all some sort of game. “Relax,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing gently down your arm. “I’ll stall for you.”

He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling on his sweats and a white tee.

As he leaves the room you scramble to put your clothing back on, fumbling with your top as you hear Austin down the hall, calm and collected.

“Good morning, wow you guys must be exhausted I’ll definitely start the espressos” he says casually, and you can picture him grinning as though nothing is out of the ordinary.

By the time you manage to creep upstairs, you dive into your bathroom, turning on the shower just as your mom’s soft knock sounds on your door.

“Sweetheart? Come downstairs when you’re ready,” she calls.

“Okay!” you reply loudly, trying to sound as normal as possible while your heart pounds in your chest.

You take a quick shower to calm your nerves, pulling on fresh clothes and towel-drying your hair as fast as possible before heading downstairs.

As you enter the kitchen you can’t even bring yourself to meet your father’s eyes and instead, you rush over to your mom, giving her a quick hug.

Austin is seated at the table, espresso in hand, grinning like he doesn’t have a care in the world. His relaxed demeanor only heightens your anxiety as you glance nervously at your dad, who watches you closely, his espresso hovering midair.

“Everything go well while we were gone?” He asks, his tone casual but his sharp gaze narrowing slightly.

You swallow hard and nod quickly. “Y-yeah. Everything was fine,” you stammer, feeling your cheeks burn.

“Why are you acting all skittish?” he asks, his brow furrowing as his eyes look you over clearly mulling over your flustered state.

Your stomach twists, and you feel like bolting from the room until Austin, grins and says, “She kept staying up past her bedtime.”

Your mom and dad exchange amused looks as they chuckle softly. Your dad shakes his head, pulling you into a quick hug. “I missed you, kid,” he says gruffly, and for a moment, the tension eases as you hug him back.

The rest of the day feels like a balancing act. You and Austin join your parents for breakfast as they recount stories from the film festival, but your mind is elsewhere, constantly on edge as Austin runs his hand along your thigh under the table, squeezing gently enough make you breath catch.

After breakfast as you’re putting the ingredients away in the pantry, he slips in behind you carrying a loaf of bread. His presence mischievous as he leans close“Can I tell them yet ?” He whispers.

You’re stunned and before you can answer, he kisses your lips, lingering just a second too long. You push at him, trying to keep your composure, but you grin your heart racing as he slips out, leaving you flustered.

Later, as you walk past the living room, you catch Austin and your dad deep in conversation about an upcoming project.

Your dad is at the bar cart, pouring drinks, while Austin sits back in one of the leather armchairs, his posture relaxed, one ankle resting on his knee.

You try to walk through quietly, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself, but but as you pass by Austin’s chair his hand brushes against your hip, squeezing it firmly.

Your breath catches, your entire body tensing as heat rushes to your face. Austin grins at your flustered state, his hand settling back casually on the armrest as though nothing happened.

Your dad pauses mid-sentence, his words hanging in the air as he turns slightly, his eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to figure out what just happened.

Austin, unfazed, leans forward slightly in his chair, drawing attention back to himself. “You still thinking about filming in the fall?” he asks smoothly.

Your dad grunts in agreement, nodding as he turns back to pour the second glass. “Seems like a good time for it—less competition for the filming location.”he says, distracted again.

Taking the opportunity, Austin turns his head toward you, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he mouths, Now?

You shake your head frantically, your eyes wide, a mix of panic and disbelief flashing across your face. He grins, clearly enjoying your reaction, and you scurry off, your heart pounding as you make it to the safety of the hallway.

The sound of their conversation fades behind you, but the moment lingers, leaving you breathless and more flustered than ever.

The mix of nervousness and thrill leaves you on edge, every small interaction with Austin feeling like a dangerous yet irresistible game.

In the evening the dining room buzzes with lively conversation, the large round table set elegantly under a soft glow.

The scent of roasted vegetables and herbed chicken fills the air as your mom recounts a story from their trip, her voice animated as laughter ripples around the room.

You sit quietly, unable to focus. Every glance at Austin sends your thoughts spinning. He’s seated beside you, the warm glow of the room making him look ethereal like he’s stepped of a portrait, effortlessly perfect.

As he listens to your parents, he takes a sip of wine, his gaze flicking to you with a grin that makes your heart race.

Your breath catches when his hand brushes against your thigh as he sets his glass down. His fingers linger for a moment before he takes your hand in his, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. Your gaze meets his, and he offers you a soft, reassuring smile.

And then, to your utter shock, he brings your joined hands up, placing them deliberately on the table in full view of your parents.

The clinking of silverware stops and the room falls into a sudden, deafening silence.

Your father freezes mid-sip of his wine, his sharp, commanding gaze locking onto your intertwined hands.

“I knew it!” he exclaims, his loud voice heavy with an intensity that makes you flinch. The words echo in the room, and your heart sinks as fear knots your stomach. You stare at the polished wood of the table, cheeks burning, your hand trembling in Austin’s grasp.

You can’t bring yourself to look up, the weight of your guilt suffocating. Your mind races, bracing for his anger and disappointment.

But then Austin’s grip tightens slightly signaling you to look up.

Slowly, hesitantly, you lift your gaze, expecting the worst. Instead, you’re met with a sight that leaves you stunned.

Your father’s face is flushed, his cheeks red—not with anger, but with a wide grin spread across his face. His dark eyes, so often stern and unreadable, gleam with unmistakable pride.

“I knew you two had it in for each other!” your dad yells with a loud laugh that fills the room. “I told you, honey,” he adds, nudging your mom as he pushes his chair back and stands.

His imposing presence, which always made him seem larger than life, is now softened by overwhelming joy.

Your breath escapes in a shaky rush, the tension in your chest melting away as relief floods through you. Your dad comes around the table, his gruff demeanor cracking entirely as he claps a hand on Austin’s shoulder, then pulls him up into a quick, firm, heartfelt hug.

“I’ve been rooting for this all along,” your dad admits, his voice gruff but filled with warmth. “If it had to be anyone, I’m glad it’s you, Austin.”

Austin smiles, a rare bashfulness showing through. “She’s in good hands,” he says, his tone steady but full of quiet conviction.

Your dad’s gaze softens further as he places a hand on your shoulder. “This brings me so much joy,” he says sincerely, his smile unwavering as he looks at you both with pride.

Austin glances at you, his eyes shining with warmth and affection, and you feel the world tilt slightly, your heart pounding in your chest.

Your mom claps her hands together, breaking the moment. “Come on, honey, let’s have a toast—our daughter is dating Austin Butler!” she exclaims, laughing in delight as she reaches for the wine bottle to pour another round.

As Austin sits back down beside you, he squeezes your hand on the table, your fingers intertwining with his as he leans in, placing a soft affectionate kiss on your cheek.

Gazing into his eyes you feel a sense of gratitude and relief wash over you, and for the first time, you let yourself fully believe what Austin has known all along: you’re meant to be

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Something Immortal | Biker!Austin Butler x OC (part 1)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

plot summary: In the gritty underbelly of a city ruled by werewolf biker gangs, Austin Butler reigned supreme as the ruthless leader of his pack. A man of unwavering ferocity, he lied, killed, and stole without remorse, living by a code of violence that defined his kind. Yet, even Austin harbored a secret weakness – his childhood friend Bonnie Barlow, the one woman he had loved in silence for years. Bonnie's father had once been part of Austin's gang, but after his death, she fled the treacherous world of the werewolves, unable to stomach the endless cycle of crime and brutality. For five years, she remained a fugitive from her own nature, until a fateful night when her life took an irreversible turn. Freshly released from a two-year prison stint, Austin returned to his pack, reveling in the debauchery of their den. But his revelry was cut short by a frantic call from Bonnie, pleading for his aid. Rushing to her side, he uncovered a grim truth – in a desperate act of self-defense against her abusive boyfriend, Bonnie had taken a life, awakening the dormant werewolf within her. As the next full moon loomed, she would undergo her first agonizing transformation, a fate she had always dreaded. Defying the pack's ruthless code, Austin sheltered Bonnie, guiding her through the excruciating metamorphosis that tore through her body each lunar cycle. In the depths of her torment, their bond rekindled, blossoming into a love they had long suppressed. Nights of shared laughter and reminiscence gave way to stolen moments of tenderness, their connection deepening with every passing moon. Yet, their newfound bliss was a fragile thing, forever threatened by the harsh realities that governed their world. For Bonnie was branded a deserter, her very existence a betrayal in the eyes of the pack. If Austin's treachery was uncovered, retribution would be swift and merciless.

pairings: biker!austin butler x oc

word count: 2746

warnings/notes: violence, mentions of murder, gang activity

Chapter 1: The Alpha's Return

As Austin pushed open the heavy oak door, the overwhelming cacophony of sound hit him like a physical force. The deep bass of the music thrummed through his chest and reverberated in his ears. The mixture of sweat, alcohol, and cigarette smoke assaulted his senses as he made his way into the dimly lit bar. Flickering lights hung haphazardly above the scattered tables and stools, casting shadows that seemed to dance with the rhythm of the music. In one corner of the bar, a group of men gathered around a pool table, their voices loud and boisterous as they cheered on their game. In another corner, a couple was engaged in a heated argument, their voices rising above the din of the bar.

Jerry Thompson, known as 'The Butcher' for his towering stature and imposing presence, immediately spotted Austin from his perch at the bar. Jerry's muscular arms were adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to come alive with each movement as he stood up to greet Austin. His leather jacket emitted a low creaking sound as he moved, adding to his intimidating aura. With sharp eyes constantly scanning the room, he appeared to be assessing every person and potential threat.

"Austin!" Jerry bellowed with a wide grin, revealing his crooked teeth. Austin returned the gesture with equal enthusiasm and they met in a brief but firm hug, both happy to see each other after so long apart.

"Ace of Spades!" Jerry exclaimed, slapping Austin's back with a hearty laugh. The impact sent vibrations through Austin's body and he couldn't help but grin at his friend's exuberance. His booming voice echoed throughout the dimly-lit bar, drawing the attention of the other patrons. Heads turned, conversations paused, and eyes widened as they caught sight of the alpha in their midst.

"Still got your sense of humor, I see," Austin replied with a smirk. Despite the weariness in his voice, his piercing blue eyes sparkled with a fierce determination that radiated authority. He let his gaze wander around the room, taking in the familiar faces of his pack members and noting the new ones who had joined in his absence. The gang had clearly grown in numbers'.

"The pack's missed you," Jerry said, his deep voice barely audible over the pounding bass of the music. He motioned towards a back booth where a few burly men sat hunched over their drinks, their eyes gleaming under the dim lights. Jerry's eyes darted around the dimly lit room, his body tense with unease. He leaned in closer to Austin, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Things haven't been easy since you've been gone; a few of the newer guys, they don't respect the code... or you."

Austin straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group. The tension in his posture was palpable as he issued a silent challenge. "Name them," he demanded, his voice laced with authority and steel.

Jerry seemed to hesitate for a moment, his gaze trailing away from Austin’s intense stare. He let out a deep sigh, the weight of the situation evident on his weathered face. Finally, with a heavy hand he pointed towards the corner of the bar where two young bikers were shooting pool. Their boisterous laughter filled the room, oblivious to the fact that they were being talked about.

“Those two. Dal and Jimmy.” Jerry’s voice was rough and gruff, barely audible above the rowdy crowd. “Think they can run things their way. They’ve been challenging your rules ever since you left.”

Austin’s piercing gaze followed Jerry’s finger and then slowly moved to focus on the two men in question. They seemed hardly more than boys really, their matching leather jackets and cocky attitudes giving off the impression of overgrown pups trying to mark their territory. The sight of them sparked something in his chest - a cold, calculated anger that had him clenching his fists at his sides. “I see.” His words were sharp and clipped, void of any emotion except for a simmering rage that only those who knew him well could detect. With a determined stride, he pushed past Jerry and made a beeline towards Dal and Jimmy who were still engrossed in their game of pool. The tension in the room felt palpable as all eyes turned to watch Austin approach the group of challengers. Austin's body visibly trembles with a mix of rage and anticipation as he approaches the oblivious duo. His broad shoulders square up, ready for a fight, while his icy gaze pierces through them like a sharp blade. The laughter dies down around them as they finally notice the Alpha's approach.

Dal, a lanky man with a scar running down the side of his face, meets Austin's stare with a smug smirk that exudes defiance. Jimmy, shorter and stockier with a wild mop of red hair, takes an instinctive step back in fear and quickly averts his gaze under Austin's intense stare.

With a voice full of authority and malice, Austin addresses them. "You got a problem with my rules?”

Dal's smirk twists into a snarl as he leans back against the pool table, crossing his arms over his chest in challenge. "Our problem ain't with your damn rules, Butler," he spits out Austin's title with contempt. "Our problem is with you.”

The pool stick falls from Dal's grip with a loud clatter as he stands, his eyes blazing with anger. "You've been locked up for two years and now you think you can just waltz back in here and reclaim your throne as alpha?" He takes a threatening step forward, his voice dripping with disdain. "We've managed just fine without you, Butler. Who's to say you're still the strongest?"

"Is that a challenge, Dal?" Austin's voice pierced through the dim bar like a shard of ice, freezing the air around them. His crystal blue eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity as they locked onto Dal, who could feel his heart rate quicken under the alpha’s unwavering stare. The muscles in Austin's arms bulged as he stood tall, crossing them over his broad chest in a show of dominance

Dal shifted uneasily, almost feeling physically pinned under the weight of Austin's intense glare. The smirk on his face vanished, replaced by a fierce determination that hardened his features. Meeting Austin's gaze head-on, he squared his shoulders and spoke with a steely resolve, “Yeah, Butler. It is."

Without warning, Austin lunged at Dal with such ferocious speed that he was nothing but a blur. The crowd's hushed gasps were drowned out by the sickening thud of Austin's fist connecting with Dal's face. A fresh cut on his lip oozed blood as he lay sprawled on the ground, his body trembling with pain and shock.The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension as Dal slowly rose to his feet, wiping the blood away with a shaking hand. His gaze locked onto Austin's, filled with a fiery defiance. Without hesitation, he launched himself at Austin, their bodies colliding in a flurry of fists and grunts. But Austin was a force to be reckoned with, easily overpowering Dal with his brute strength and merciless blows. Each punch landed like a sledgehammer, causing bones to crack and skin to split. The smell of iron permeated the air as blood spilled, staining the floor beneath them. Dal was no match for Austin's relentless assault. A thunderous left hook knocked him off balance, leaving him dazed and stumbling. Before he could regain his bearings, Austin charged at him like a raging animal, slamming him back against the pool table.

Pain exploded through Dal's body as he hit the hard surface, gasping for air as if his lungs had been crushed. He struggled to focus through blurred vision, gazing up at Austin who loomed over him like a giant. With one final burst of strength, Dal tried to push himself up off the table, only to receive a brutal kick to the gut that sent him crashing back down. As he lay there, helpless and defeated, all he could taste was blood and defeat in his mouth.

Austin stood over him, chest heaving and fists clenched. His ice-blue eyes were alight with a victorious glint as he looked down at his conquest. The crowd parted in silence, every pair of eyes glued to the spectacle. Austin’s gaze shifted from Dal to the onlookers, his expression stern and unwavering. His voice rang out clear and commanding through the silence, “Let this be a lesson to all of you - I am your alpha, your leader...and I will not tolerate disloyalty or disrespect in my pack.”

He cast a final glance at Dal, then turned towards Jerry who had been watching the scene unfold from the sidelines. The Butcher's face bore a grimace of satisfaction; he approved of what Austin had done. Austin slowly walked back to him, the crowd parting to make way for their leader.

"Painful but necessary," Jerry muttered as he draped an arm around Austin's shoulder, "hopefully this little display of power will keep them in line."

Austin simply nodded his agreement, keeping his gaze fixed ahead. However, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He knew that he had needed to assert his authority but the violent encounter left a bitter taste in his mouth. He hoped that no other member would dare to challenge him; he didn't want to shed any more blood of his own pack. But he would stand his ground and uphold order, no matter the cost.

"Well, that was a helluva welcome back party," Jerry chuckled and slapped Austin on the back. The two walked to the exit, their imposing figures outlined by the dimly lit bar behind them. Austin didn’t respond; his thoughts were elsewhere – on Bonnie Barlow. How would she react to tonight's events? Would she be afraid of him...or for him? As Austin sat in his cell, thoughts of Bonnie consumed his mind. She had been his only source of comfort during his time in jail, and now that he was out, she still lingered in his thoughts. It had been five long years since he last saw her, and he couldn't help but wonder how she had been and what she was up to now. Memories of her petite figure and expressive eyes flooded his mind, stirring a mix of emotions within him. Remorse for the mistakes he made and an intense yearning to see her again. His heart clenched at the reality of his situation. He wasn't just a man – he was an alpha, a werewolf. And Bonnie? She was the quiet beauty who had found her way into his heart, and then fled from the violent world he inhabited. Even as he craved to have her back in his life, Austin couldn’t help but acknowledge the bitter truth. The world he ruled with an iron fist was no place for someone as delicate and empathetic as Bonnie.

With a troubling thought gnawing at his mind, Austin abruptly shrugged off Jerry's arm and strode out into the cool, crisp night air. His heavy boots crunched with each step on the gravel path as he made his way to his motorcycle. The machine stood there like a ferocious animal lying in wait, its metallic body glinting in the moonlight.

"Hey, where you off to?" Jerry called after him, but Austin did not even spare a glance as he pulled on his leather gloves and climbed onto his ride. His mind was too cluttered with thoughts of Bonnie, bittersweet memories that brought both solace and a haunting pain.

The engine roared to life beneath him, a low growl that reverberated through the peaceful night. With one last look at the bar where his pack was still celebrating their leader's victorious return, he revved the engine and tore off into the darkness. The wind whipped against his face as he raced down the deserted roads, slicing through the quiet stillness of the night. He welcomed the chilling gusts, hoping they would blow away the weight of remorse weighing on him. But no amount of speed or distance could erase Bonnie's image from his mind or ease the ache in his heart. His thoughts kept returning to that fateful day five years ago when Bonnie had left.

She had vanished into the ether, leaving behind a void in Austin's life that he couldn't fill. No call, no text, no warning. One day, they were holding each other at her father's funeral - her tears staining his shoulder and his arms wrapped tightly around her. The next day, she was gone, taking all traces of herself with her. Austin searched high and low, calling every number he had for her and knocking on every door he could think of. But she had disappeared without a trace, leaving him feeling lost and alone. Weeks turned into months, which turned into years. The uncertainty of not knowing where Bonnie had gone or even if she was still alive weighed heavily on Austin's mind and heart. He would wake up from nightmares, drenched in sweat and trembling, his thoughts consumed by visions of Bonnie being hurt or in danger. As much as he wanted to protect her like he did when they were younger, he couldn't do anything if he didn't even know where she was.

The soft purr of his motorbike echoed through the stillness, offering him a strange sense of tranquility as he veered down onto the dirt path that led home. Austin’s cabin, nestled in the secluded wilderness away from town, was as rugged and unyielding as he was. A shabby structure with weathered timber walls and a roof so worn it seemed to blend into the overcast night sky. Sliding off his bike, Austin crossed the threshold, stepping into the austere living space. Minimalistic and practical just like him. A stone fireplace dominated one wall, its hearth filled with charred logs from a fire long gone. The rest of the furniture was plain and functional - a worn-out couch, a small dining table, and his bed tucked into an alcove.

He shrugged off his leather jacket and made his way to the worn-out armchair by the fireplace, sinking into its familiar comfort. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey from a dusty bottle, he stared at the golden liquid swirling within. Each drop mirrored years of torment and solitude that had gradually gnawed away at his soul. Drinking was not his means to drown the pain; instead, it was more of a ritual – an acknowledgement of his broken spirit and an attempt to numb the hurt festering within. The air around him crackled as he struck a match and brought it close to the dry logs in the hearth. The fire leaped up instantly, hungry flames lapping at the wood while releasing whispers of smoke into the air. Austin watched the dance of the fire, his mind lost in the glowing depths as he sipped from his glass. The warmth of the Scotch spread through him, a perfect foil to the cold emptiness he had grown accustomed to. The silence of his cabin was only broken by the sporadic crackle of the flames and the quiet hum of woodland creatures outside. This solitude was his sanctuary and yet it was also his prison cell.

The tranquil silence was broken in an instant by a shrill ring that made Austin jump. He quickly realized it was his cell phone, a device he hadn't heard from in what seemed like ages. His fingers fumbled for the familiar weight in his pocket, almost forgetting it had been there this whole time. The screen displayed ‘Unknown’ as the call persisted, daring him to answer and reveal the identity of the caller. Who could be reaching out to him, someone he had not seen at the bar? With a deep breath, Austin pressed accept and brought the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?" His voice came out rough and hesitant.

"Austin," said a soft voice on the other end.

Instantly recognizing the voice that had haunted his thoughts for years, Austin's heart began to race in his chest. The drink in his hand suddenly felt like a lead weight, and he carefully set it down on the small wooden table beside him. His fingers trembled slightly as he tightened his grip on the phone, as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

"Bonnie..."

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Hi! Can you do an Austin Butler x gf!reader imagine where Austin is diagnosed with appendicitis and has to get surgery? So like let’s say it’s the day of Austin’s surgery and he’s really nervous but the reader is really supportive and is reassuring him while they’re driving to the hospital. When they get there, Austin and the reader kiss each other and everything before the doctors take Austin to pre-op. Once the surgery is done and Austin is now in his hospital room, the reader sits by his side and waits until he wakes up. Once he wakes up the reader tries to get him water and take care of him, but he’s high on drugs 😭 so he’s like all lovey dovey toward the reader and like very clingy so he just asks the reader to lay with him. A little after that, the nurse comes in to check on Austin and get him ready to go home (you usually go home the same day for appendicitis surgery) so the reader has to get up from the bed, but Austin gets all protective and doesn’t want the reader to leave his side. He doesn’t even let the nurse touch him, saying that the only girl that’s allowed to touch him is his girlfriend. The reader calms him down and lets him now that it’s okay and that the nurse has to get him ready so that they can go home. After finally agreeing to getting dressed, Austin is ready to go home. Once the nurse and reader help him in the car, they finally arrive home. Austin is pretty sore so the ready is obviously very attentive and loving with him, making sure he has everything he needs. Austin insists on laying down, so the reader helps him to the bed and they take a nap together.

You can add anything else if you’d like 😭

I apologize if there’s any typos!

Author’s Note:

Thank you for the request! I loved writing this sweet and fluffy story about Austin being nervous before surgery and clingy afterward. I hope it’s what you were looking for. Enjoy!

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Austin wasn’t one to complain about pain—he prided himself on being tough, brushing off bruises and scratches as if they were nothing. But when he doubled over in the kitchen, clutching his stomach and hissing through clenched teeth, you knew something was seriously wrong.

“Austin,” you said urgently, rushing to his side. “What’s wrong? Is it your stomach?”

He nodded, sweat beading on his forehead. “Yeah. Feels like… like a knife twisting or something.”

You didn’t hesitate, helping him to his feet and guiding him toward the car. “We’re going to the hospital. Now.”

He protested, of course. “It’s probably just something I ate—”

“Austin,” you cut him off, giving him a look that brooked no argument. “This isn’t up for discussion. Let’s go.”

By the time you got him to the emergency room, he was pale and trembling, the pain worsening with every passing minute. Watching him writhe on the hospital bed while waiting for the doctor was agonising. You stayed by his side, holding his hand, whispering soothing words, though it felt like little comfort.

When the doctor finally came in, her expression was serious but reassuring.

“It’s appendicitis,” she explained. “We’ll need to remove it before it ruptures. The good news is it’s a routine procedure, and you should be able to go home the same day.”

Austin swallowed hard, his free hand balling into a fist. “Surgery?”

“It’s the best option,” the doctor said gently. “You’ll feel a lot better once it’s out.”

You squeezed his hand, giving him a soft smile. “It’s going to be okay, babe. This is a quick surgery, and I’ll be right here the whole time.”

The surgery was scheduled for the next morning, giving you both the night to prepare. You spent the evening coaxing him into drinking clear fluids and distracting him with his favourite movies. But despite your best efforts, you could see the nervousness in his eyes, the way his leg jiggled whenever he thought you weren’t looking.

That night, as you lay in bed together, he finally let his guard down.

“I don’t know why I’m so freaked out,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s a simple surgery, but…”

“But it’s still surgery,” you finished for him, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s okay to be scared, Austin. It doesn’t make you weak.”

He turned his head to look at you, his blue eyes searching yours. “What if something goes wrong?”

“Nothing’s going to go wrong,” you said firmly, cupping his face. “You’re in good hands, and I’ll be there as soon as you wake up. You’re stuck with me, Butler.”

That earned you a faint smile, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thanks, baby.”

The next morning, you could feel the tension radiating off him as you got ready to leave for the hospital. He tried to put on a brave face, but the way he kept fidgeting gave him away.

In the car, his nerves were palpable. His leg bounced restlessly, and he kept rubbing his hands together.

“You okay?” you asked, glancing over at him.

“Yeah,” he muttered, but his tone was far from convincing.

You reached over and placed a hand on his knee, stilling his restless movements. “Austin, look at me.”

He turned to you, his expression vulnerable in a way you rarely saw.

“You’re going to be fine,” you said softly but firmly. “This is just a bump in the road, and by tonight, you’ll be back home, bossing me around like usual.”

That got a small chuckle out of him. “I don’t boss you around.”

“Sure you don’t,” you teased, giving his knee a squeeze. “But seriously, you’ve got this. And I’ll be right there waiting for you when you wake up. Always.”

The parking lot of the hospital loomed ahead all too soon, and as you pulled into a space, you noticed the way his hands gripped the edge of the seat, his knuckles white.

Once inside, you held his hand tightly as you checked him in and waited for the nurse to call his name. He kept glancing at you, like he needed reassurance you weren’t going anywhere.

Finally, a nurse approached, clipboard in hand. “Austin Butler?”

“That’s me,” he said, his voice a little shaky.

The nurse smiled warmly. “We’re ready to get you prepped for surgery.”

Austin’s grip on your hand tightened, and he turned to you, his eyes wide with nervousness.

“Hey,” you said softly, standing on your tiptoes to cup his face in your hands. “You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.

“I know,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But you’re stronger than you think. And when you wake up, I’ll be right here, making fun of your hospital gown.”

That earned you a shaky laugh, and he kissed you again, lingering for a moment like he didn’t want to let go.

“I love you,” he said, his voice steady this time.

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with emotion.

The nurse gave you a moment before gently leading him away. You watched until he disappeared around the corner, your chest tight with worry but your resolve stronger than ever.

“All yours,” you whispered to yourself, taking a deep breath and heading to the waiting room.

The waiting room was cold, sterile, and far too quiet. The hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional ding of the receptionist’s phone were the only sounds keeping you company. You’d been given updates—one nurse had reassured you that everything was proceeding smoothly—but the minutes dragged on like hours.

You tried distracting yourself, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, but nothing could hold your attention. Every time the door opened, your head snapped up, hoping it was a nurse with news.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a doctor in scrubs walked into the room, a small clipboard in hand.

“Miss?” he asked, glancing around.

You stood so fast your chair nearly toppled over. “Yes! Is he okay?”

The doctor gave a kind smile, his voice steady and calm. “The surgery went perfectly. We were able to remove the appendix before it ruptured, and he’s in recovery now. He’ll be groggy for a little while as the anaesthesia wears off, but you can see him shortly.”

Relief hit you like a tidal wave, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

The doctor nodded and gestured for you to follow a nurse down the hall. Each step felt lighter than the last, the knot of worry in your chest slowly loosening.

When you entered the recovery room, Austin was propped up in the hospital bed, his head lolled slightly to one side. His eyes were closed, and his usually perfect hair was a mess, sticking up at odd angles. The sight made your heart ache with affection.

You moved quietly to his side, pulling a chair closer to the bed and sitting down. Gently, you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. His skin was warm, his grip surprisingly strong despite how out of it he looked.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you said softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

Austin’s eyes fluttered open, and he blinked a few times before focusing on you. A lazy, lopsided smile spread across his face.

“Baby?” His voice was rough, thick with grogginess.

“I’m here,” you murmured, leaning closer so he could see you clearly.

“Hi,” he said, his tone slow and dreamy, like he was discovering you for the first time. “You’re so pretty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, warmth spreading through your chest. “Thanks, handsome. How are you feeling?”

“Great,” he said with a sigh, his head lolling back against the pillow. “Everything’s so… floaty. And you’re here. Perfect.”

His free hand reached up, clumsily brushing against your cheek. “I love you. Did I say that already? I love you so much. You’re, like… my favourite person. Ever.”

“You might’ve mentioned it,” you said with a soft laugh, though your cheeks were starting to burn.

“Good,” he said firmly—or at least as firmly as someone still high on anaesthesia could manage. “’Cause it’s true. Don’t want you to forget.”

His words were slurred but so heartfelt that they made your chest tighten. You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I won’t forget. Promise.”

Austin made a contented sound, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they snapped open again. “Wait. Where’re you going?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him, squeezing his hand.

“Good. Can’t go. Need you. You’re the best nurse ever. Prettiest, too,” he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

You laughed again, resting your chin on the edge of the bed. “You’re a handful, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me,” he said, grinning like a smug toddler. “And I love you. So much. Like… infinity.”

Before you could respond, he tugged at your arm, trying to pull you closer. “C’mere. Lay with me.”

“Austin, you’re in a hospital bed,” you said gently, though you didn’t move away.

“Don’t care. Wanna cuddle,” he insisted, his voice taking on a petulant edge.

You glanced around the room, checking to see if a nurse was nearby, then carefully climbed onto the narrow bed, resting beside him. His arm immediately wrapped around you, pulling you close as he let out a satisfied sigh.

“See? Perfect,” he murmured, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Best nap ever.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your fingers gently brushing through his messy hair. “You’re impossible.”

“Perfectly possible,” he countered sleepily, a proud grin tugging at his lips.

You stayed like that for a while, the steady sound of his breathing lulling you into a state of calm. He mumbled occasionally, little declarations of love and nonsensical compliments—“Your hair smells like sunshine” and “I’d fight a dragon for you”—that made you laugh quietly to yourself.

The peaceful moment was interrupted by the soft knock of the nurse entering the room. You shifted to sit up, but Austin’s arm tightened around you like a vice.

“No,” he mumbled stubbornly, burying his face into your shoulder. “Stay.”

You laughed softly and stroked his hair. “Austin, I’m not going anywhere. The nurse just needs to check on you.”

The nurse, a woman in her late forties with a kind smile, approached the bedside with her clipboard. “Good afternoon, Mr Butler. How are you feeling?”

Austin peeked out from his spot against your shoulder, his gaze narrowing suspiciously. “She’s the only one allowed to touch me,” he declared, his voice slurred but resolute as he pointed at you.

The nurse blinked in surprise before her lips quirked into an amused smile. “I promise, I’ll be gentle. Just need to check your vitals so we can get you ready to go home.”

Austin shook his head, his grip on you tightening. “Nope. Not happening.”

“Austin,” you said gently, pulling back just enough to look at him. “It’s okay. She’s just doing her job, and the sooner she’s done, the sooner we can leave.”

“But…” His lips turned down into a pout, his big blue eyes pleading with you. “I don’t like her touching me.”

The nurse chuckled softly, clearly used to patients in post-op haze. “I promise, it’ll be quick, and I’ll only touch what I absolutely have to.”

You cupped Austin’s face, tilting it so he’d focus on you. “Babe, you trust me, right?”

“Always,” he said immediately, his expression softening.

“Then trust me when I say it’s okay. She’s helping us get out of here, and I’ll be right here the whole time,” you reassured him.

Austin huffed dramatically, but he reluctantly loosened his hold on you. “Fine. But only ’cause you said so.”

The nurse gave you an approving smile as she got to work, checking his vitals and giving him instructions for post-surgery care. Austin endured it all with the patience of a grumpy cat, his eyes darting to you every few seconds as if to ensure you hadn’t left.

When it came time for him to get dressed, his stubborn streak reappeared.

“Can’t I just stay like this?” he asked, gesturing to his hospital gown.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You want to walk out of here in a backless gown?”

He grumbled but finally allowed you and the nurse to help him into his sweatpants and hoodie. Once he was dressed, the nurse left to grab the discharge paperwork.

“I don’t like her,” Austin muttered as you helped him sit back down on the bed.

You laughed, shaking your head. “She’s just doing her job. Be nice.”

“She’s not you,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

After signing the paperwork, you helped Austin into the car, his movements slow and stiff. He winced as he lowered himself into the passenger seat, and you quickly adjusted the seatbelt for him.

“Comfortable?” you asked, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

“Would be better if I was in bed,” he grumbled, though he leaned into your touch.

“We’re almost there,” you said with a smile, closing the door and walking around to the driver’s side.

By the time you pulled into the driveway, Austin was clearly feeling the effects of the surgery and the long day. His movements were sluggish, and he winced as he tried to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“Wait, let me help,” you said quickly, reaching over to unclip the buckle and gently ease it off him.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You came around to his side of the car and helped him out, one arm looped securely around his waist. He leaned heavily on you, his usual graceful movements replaced by slow, careful steps.

“How’s the pain?” you asked as you guided him toward the door.

“Not great,” he admitted with a grimace. “It’s like someone punched me in the stomach and then sat on me for good measure.”

You gave him a sympathetic smile, unlocking the door and helping him inside. “Alright, let’s get you to bed so you can rest. I’ll grab anything you need.”

“No arguments here,” he muttered, sinking onto the couch as soon as you were inside.

You crouched in front of him, your hands resting gently on his knees. “You okay to walk to the bedroom, or do you want to sit here for a bit?”

“I can make it,” he said, though he sounded doubtful.

“Come on,” you said softly, standing and offering him your hand. “I’ve got you.”

He leaned on you as you walked to the bedroom, his arm slung over your shoulders for support. You moved slowly, matching his pace, until he finally eased himself onto the bed with a groan of relief.

“Better?” you asked, adjusting the pillows behind him and pulling the blankets up over his legs.

“Getting there,” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again. He gave you a sleepy smile. “You’re the best. Can I keep you forever?”

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I think you’ve already got me, Butler.”

“Good,” he murmured, his eyelids drooping. “Don’t ever leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Now, do you need anything? Water, pain meds, a snack?”

“Just you,” he said softly, reaching for your hand, his grip surprisingly strong despite his grogginess. “Lay with me?”

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at the time. “I should get you some water and check your meds first—”

“Please?” he whispered, his voice so soft and vulnerable that it tugged at your heart.

“Alright,” you relented, kicking off your shoes and slipping under the covers beside him. “But if you need anything, you have to let me know, okay?”

“Deal,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around your waist as you settled in next to him.

You carefully rested your head on his shoulder, mindful of his soreness, and let your hand rest on his chest. He exhaled deeply, his entire body relaxing against yours.

“This is nice,” he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion. “Feels like everything’s better when you’re here.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw. “I’m not going anywhere, babe. Just close your eyes and rest.”

Within minutes, his breathing slowed, and you felt the tension melt from his body. You stayed awake a little longer, watching him sleep, your fingers brushing lightly through his hair.

Finally, you let yourself relax, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you into a peaceful sleep beside him. Whatever the day had thrown at you both, this was all that mattered—being here for each other, no matter what.

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all good things come in threes | a.b

pairing: mean!dom!police!officer!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, dacryphilia, pussy slapping, chocking mentions of handprint’s, bondage, inappropriate use of that black; wide grid in a police car, inappropriate use of handcuffs, orgasm denial, veeeeery brief mention of cnc -> extended version!! (3.8k)

w/c: 2.2k

summary: After being pulled over — for speeding, by the same cop for two times already, you should have learned your lesson, right? Yeah… you didn’t — and now you've got to face the consequences.

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Growing up with two older brothers, racing a normal car through the busy streets of California was normal and one of the best and most thrilling things for you.

But definitely not one of the smartest thing you’ve learned from your brothers.

Did you do it anyway? Knowing that you could get caught by a cop but ignoring it because of the adrenaline that it’s giving you? Of course.

So after already being stopped and pulled to the side by this blonde, tall cop — for two times, you should have already learned your lesson, right?

Yeah… no. You didn’t.

And now you have to face the blue flashing lights again for the third time in four months already.

“How could I be so dumb, god.” You mumbled quietly to yourself before the office knocked on your window, signalling you with his hand to roll it down and let him have a talk with you.

And there he was again, the blonde, tall, honestly very attractive police officer with a stern and not so happy gaze pointed towards your nervous facial expression.

“Well hello, y/n.” He said with a tilt of his head, smug grin painted on his clean face.

You furrowed your brows and cleared your throat before answering, “shouldn’t a police officer always address the driver by their last name, sir?”

His grin briefly fell while he changed his position, gulping as he balanced himself by with his arms on your door, eyes quickly shifting into the dark night sky before they came back to yours.

He cleared this throat aswell, “I think we saw each other already so many times that I can address you by your first name, don’t you think so y/n?” He told you deeply.

“But you don’t even have-”

“I don’t think that you are here in the position to tell me what to do, kid.” He swiftly interrupted you.

You quickly put your slightly nervous gaze away from his stern one, licking your lips.

“I'm not a kid, officer.” You told him before you crossed your arms. The visibly older man raised his brows as he saw you crossing your arms, basically asking you with his eyes if you're sure.

You gulped as soon as you caught him looking at the position of your arms and uncrossed them again, eyes now fixated at your steering wheel, mentally cursing yourself out.

“Fuck.” You mumbled under your breath, now slowly realising how fucked you actually are. The blonde officer briefly chuckled, “Yeah, that’s what I would say aswell if I would be in your position now.” He commented with a dirty grin, pleasingly rubbing the trouble's that you’ve got now in your face, not showing any kind of mercy.

In a quick motion you turned into his direction again and bit your lip, “Look, sir.” You started your apologetic statement as you slightly lifted your head to properly look at him, noticing how his position shifted again for whatever reason that you didn’t understand.

“I messed up again and I am aware of that and I am also aware of the consequences-”

“I actually do not think that you are aware of the consequences-”

“No, I-”

“Let me finish my sentence, alright?” Angrily tilting his head again before he went on while you closed your mouth this time. “I actually do not think that you are aware of the consequences or you wouldn’t have done it, little one.”

You furrowed your brows at the new nickname. You didn’t even knew his last name but I think that was the tiniest problem you're having right now.

“Now you can open that mouth of yours again and speak.” The office told you as he waited for your continuation, tiny grin on his face again.

You took a deep breath, “I am.” You quietly told him.

“Louder please, can’t understand you, kid.” You threw him an angry gaze at the childish nickname he invented for you before you went on,

“I am aware of the consequences but I-” then you decided to speak quieter again, slightly scared of the officers reaction, “I just don’t really care.” You gulped before looking at him.

He tilted his head and furrowed his brows at your choice of tone, “What was that?” He asked you sternly.

You bit your lip again.

“Stop doing that and repeat in a louder and clearer tone what you’ve said, c'mon I ain’t got all day for you.” He said in a deep and raspy tone, making it clear that he’s definitely slightly annoyed by your behaviour.

“I just don’t really care, sir.” You repeated in a louder tone, just like he asked, eyes now focused on the black steering wheel again, looking at it like it’s the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen, nervously waiting for his response.

But that never came, at least not like how you expected it.

He removed himself from your door, standing infront of your car with his arms crossed, eyes looking down at you through the open window, obviously flexing his biceps as he bit the inner side of his cheek.

“Out of the car.” He ordered in a rather quiet tone.

With once again, furrowed brows and a confused facial expression — you put your gaze away from the now not so interesting steering wheel anymore and raised your head to look at the tall and lengthy man infront of your car.

After he noticed that you won’t obey right away, he sighed and uncrossed his arms, opening your car door.

“Out of the car, I said.” The now not so happy looking Office told you sternly, definitely not playing any kind of trick on you.

Damn it, you didn’t knew that he would be so fed up with your shit.

“Okay.” You quietly obeyed, slowly and gently steeping out of your car, positioning yourself right infront of the pretty mad looking officer now.

He slammed the metal car door, eyes never leaving your visibly curious but also confused ones while you waited for him to speak up.

The officer that you still didn’t know the name of cleared his throat, fingers of his right hand playing with the handcuffs that are fixated on his dark blue pants.

“How about we get into my car and discuss your punishment there, alright?” He told you as he tilted his head into the direction of his police car. You briefly looked over into the direction of where his car was standing before you turned your head back again and looked up at him, nodding with your head.

You definitely didn’t wanted to get into even more trouble, so you had no other choice than to follow him.

After the two of you sat yourself down in the modern car — him on the driver’s seat while you were sitting on the passenger’s seat, fingers playing with the edges of your black skirt before you’ve noticed how he suddenly grabbed a little notebook and a pen, writing something down.

“W-What.” You began to stutter, “What are you doing, sir?” Looking over into his lap where he placed the notebook.

He furrowed his brows and looked over to you, “I'm writing you a ticket-”

You slightly gasped, “P-Please, no! I am so sorry officer, it won’t happen again I promise, please!” You quickly started rambling, voice small and a tiny bit unsure as you begged him with big, pleading eyes.

“It already happened two times, kid, tell me one reason why you wouldn’t do it a fourth time.” He commented after you finished your little rambling session.

You gulped again, “B-Because.” Quickly thinking of something smart to say to get rid of that dirty Ticket he wants to hand you, “Because I’ve learned my lesson now?” Saying it more like a question than a normal confident sentence.

The handsome blonde raised his brows, “Oh really? Did you?” He asked you in a serious way.

You quickly nodded, gulping as you did so, “Uhm, y-yeah, officer.” Sounding more unsure than ever.

This time, he didn’t commented anything, nothing. He also didn’t chuckle or smile, it almost look like he was thinking about something.

After a few seconds of slightly uncomfortable silence, he put the pen and the notebook away, sighing as he did so before he turned around and paid his entire attention to you. You still played with the edges of your skirt, briefly noticing how the officer's eyes suddenly shift down towards your thighs and moving fingers.

Ohhhhhh.

The blonde man cleared his throat before putting gaze back to yours, “Well, since I know your name Ms. Y/l/n, i think that it’s only fair when you know mine, am I right?” He asked you in a deep tone.

You gulped, nodding, “Uhm, y-yes, sir.” Brushing your hair back, “you're right.”

He nodded, “good.” Eyes fixated on your naked thighs again, noticing how you're playing with the edges of the short piece of clothing. “If you oh so badly don’t want that ticket, then let’s make a deal alright?” He said.

You furrowed brows, slightly tilting your head as you waited for him to offer you the deal.

The officer came a bit closer to you, leaning his body forward, pointer finger now slowly going up and down the skins of your thigh.

He bit his inner cheek, “You won’t get that little, ugly ticket if I am allowed to make you scream my name, either that or you won’t get out of the ticket, nor you’ll get to know my name.” The blonde man told you in a quiet tone, hand now coming closer to your thong, gently touching the soft material.

You opened your mouth but weren’t able to say anything, especially not when his lips brushed your delicate neck,

“What do you say, hmm?”

You gulped as his fingertips toyed with your thong, nodding after some seconds of enjoying his soft lips on your neck.

“Y-Yes please.” You said.

He slowly kissed your neck, “Good, then get in backseat, now.” Giving your thigh a small slap, leaving you and leaning his figure back in his seat.

You bit your lip before a very interesting and quite ridiculous idea popped into your head.

Instead of just opening the car door and leaving the car to get into the backseat, you turned around and crawled into the backseat, in a rather slow motion, making sure that he got a good and long view of your almost entirely bare ass.

“Fuck.” You heard him mumble under his breath while you sat yourself down onto the comfortable seats, big eyes now looking at him.

The tall man quickly brushed his hair back before he opened the car door and slammed it shut, opening your door and looking down at your neatly sitting figure on the backseat.

“You like to play around don’t you? You're that little brat that everybody excepts to be an obedient little girl but that’s exactly what you're not, am I right?” He muttered deeply whilst he got into the car and grabbed your neck, pulling your head forward and harshly colliding your lips with his.

You whimpered into his mouth as you heard the words, already growing extremely wet from his voice.

He sat himself down and put your body onto his lap, palms squeezing your ass through your black skirt while you glided your hands over his face and neck, pulling him even closer as you both moaned inbetween the messy kisses.

He groaned into your mouth as he noticed how you slowly started to rub yourself against his clothed hard on, only slightly grinding down onto him.

“F-Fucking hell.” Officer 'you still didn’t knew the name of' growled before his hands left your ass and removed your top. He licked his lips as he saw your breasts, palms already touching them in the perfect ways, making you throw your head back while he attacked your neck.

While he was busy kissing, biting and licking your neck, he removed one of his palms from your breast and freed his very visible erection.

As soon as you noticed that one of his palms left your breast, you looked down and saw his erection.

You’ve never seen something that big and wide, that’s for sure.

Right before you gasped at his size — he put your thong to the side and let his fingers slide through your wet folds, making you grip his dark blue police uniform.

“You really don’t want to have that ugly ticket, don’t you pretty girl? Already so wet for me.” He whispered as he entered your desperate pussy with his fingers, making you gasp once again.

He chuckled, “If you're already gasping now then I am not entirely sure if you're able to handle my cock, sweetness.” He told you before he retreated his fingers from your pussy, one hand now grabbing his big dick while the other one got a hold of your hip, steadily holding you.

“Sit down baby, c'mon.”

[cryingabtab]

Save Me A Spark - Part 15

Warnings: A little bit of angst, drinking

Pairing: Austin Butler x Cassie Hale (OFC)

Word Count: 1.1k

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took so long. I think I’m back. <3

“Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.” ~ Kurt Cobain

A few hours after her phone call with Austin, Cassie emerged out of the guest bedroom. Her hair was a mess, sticking out every which way and knotted. A true rat's nest. Her face was puffy, her eyes rubbed raw from wiping tears away. Dark circles surrounded her eyes and the whites of her eyes were red as could be. She looked exhausted. Defeated. Her friends sat in the living room, music playing from the TV’s speakers as they talked amongst themselves. They all turned to look at her as she walked into the room and sat down with them. She said nothing as she took the soft, chunky knit throw blanket off of the back of the couch and wrapped it around herself.

“Hey, Cass,” Rory greeted softly. Her voice was gentle despite the boiling rage she felt because some incompetent man made her best friend feel this way.

“Hi,” Cassie whispered, leaning back into the couch as she looked at her friends.

“How ya feelin’?”

Cassie responded with a simple shrug, her gaze falling into her lap.

Ash spoke up next. “We were just about to order some pizza. Any specific toppings you want?”

Cassie shrugged again. “Just not pineapple.”

Ash nodded, “Pepperoni?” Cassie gave a quick, single nod of approval.

Cassie pulled her phone from her pocket and opened the notes app before passing it to Rory. “I wrote this if you guys wanna read it. It’s a new song,” she murmured. “Also, can we get drunk? I wanna get drunk.”

“We can,” Hazel said with a hesitant sigh. “I think you’d be better off drinking some water, though.” She knew that Cassie would still drink if she really wanted to, and knew that her suggestion would fall upon deaf ears. The best she could hope for was that Cassie would at least rehydrate a little bit before picking up a bottle.

Cassie groaned as she pushed herself off the couch, slipping out of the comfortable warmth that the chunky throw had provided. “Fine. I’ll have some water,” she grumbled. “But after that, I’m getting hammered.”

“Thank you,” Hazel called as Cassie shuffled into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Rory was still holding Cassie’s phone. She didn’t want to read the song, not while she was already so wound up from the day’s events. It would only make her angrier. And if she got angrier, she knew that it would be all she would be able to talk about. If that happened, she wouldn’t be able to be there for Cassie like she wanted to be. Rory pressed the side button and watched as the screen turned black, then set it down on the blanket.

Cassie plopped down on the couch a moment later, taking a huge swig out of her water bottle. She looked over at Rory, “Did you read it?”

“I’ll read it later. Promise,” Rory held up her pinky finger. The two linked pinkies and Cassie went back to guzzling down her water.

An hour and several slices of pizza later, Cassie sipped on a wine glass filled to the brim with her favorite red. Well, she wasn’t exactly sipping. The glass was empty in less than five minutes. She grabbed the bottle to pour another, then decided against it. Instead, she brought the bottle to her lips and took a large swig.

“Jesus, Cass,” breathed Ash. “Pace yourself. Remember that time you had to get your stomach pumped?”

Cassie sighed through her nose and set the bottle on the counter. “Yeah, but that was Four Loko. This is wine.”

“I mean, yeah.” She had a point. “But it’s still alcohol and you aren’t in your right mind. Pace yourself.” Ash sighed as she opened a white claw.

Cassie grabbed the bottle again and walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch. She was beginning to feel the warm buzz from the alcohol, and it was a welcome distraction from the overwhelming hurt she’d felt all day. She reached forward where the remote sat on the coffee table and turned off the music that was playing. Groans of protest were heard from her friends, but soon stopped as she turned on Criminal Minds.

She set the remote back down and kicked her feet up, with a small smile on her face as she took another swig from the bottle of red she was holding.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Hazel hummed out from beside her. “But why?”

“Just refreshing myself on what not to do,” Cassie said stoically, not moving her eyes from the screen. “That, and this show has some serious eye candy.”

Rory scooted closer to Cassie and rested her legs on her lap. “You’re telling me. I need Prentiss more than I need air.”

Cassie leaned into Rory, “But Hotch, though? Oh my lord.”

“You two are terrible,” Hazel scoffed jokingly, shaking her head.

“Says the girl who watches Reid edits on TikTok…daily,” Ash chimed in from the kitchen.

“Touché.”

Austin sat exhausted on a flight back to Cincinnati. During his time back in LA, he had finished all the press events and interviews that he had needed to attend. However, he was going back earlier than scheduled. After realizing that the remainder of his time in LA would have been meetings that could easily be accomplished via Zoom, he was packed and ready to go. Of course, his team wasn’t too happy with his decision, but in the end, they worked for him. And he had important things to take care of. After what had happened, some of them wouldn’t even be working for him anymore.

He stared out the plane’s window and watched as the clouds passed by. His puffy eyes squinted against the bright, setting sun. Once he was seeing a concerning amount of sunspots in his vision, he slid the window covering shut and leaned his head against it. His early flight back was completely impulsive. He had a few days before he had to be back on set, which meant he had a few full days to attempt to win Cassie back. And he didn’t even have a plan.

The best he could think of was to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. But he was almost positive that it wouldn’t work. Rory’s words repeated in his mind like a mantra.

“She is broken. When that passes, she’s gonna be furious. So count your fucking days.”

Then he remembered his last conversation with Cassie, and how she ended the call angrily telling him to stay away from her. He winced at the memory, hunching over to hold his face in his hands. He pinched the bridge of his nose to keep from crying for the nth time that day. She already seemed furious. He just hoped that it wasn’t too late to try. He hoped that he wasn’t too late to help pick up her broken pieces. He hoped that he could do something, anything, to get her to change her mind.

[austinswhitewolf]

Welcome Home

Hello everyone! It has been a long while since I have posted anything. I went on vacation and then had a bout of writers block. I'm slowly easing back into writing now and this was what helped me back. Hope you like it. I love the concept of shifters. <3

Austin had been gone for a good solid two months filming while you had stayed home, not being able to get away from work to travel with him. It had been extremely hard for the both of you, not normally being away from each other this long. Being shifters, you were always touching each other in some way when out and in public. People had started to label that as you being clingy but Austin had shut that down almost instantly, making a rare instagram post about how much he loved you and that is all that mattered. 

You would normally go to the airport to pick him up when he was gone for shorter amounts of time. But with him being gone so long this time, you both had decided that you would wait at home for him. It would be way too public for how much the two of you would need each other's touch.

The only thing that had kept you sane was his scent all around the house, wearing his sweatshirts to bed and shirts around the house. Austin had taken one of your scarves as well as a few of your sweatshirts. Your scent had permeated every fiber of the scarf. You periodically saw pap pictures of him leaving set or out and about in his free time with your scarf around his neck, though it worked well since it was the middle of winter. 

You were baking while waiting, trying to keep yourself busy so not to think about Austin being home today. The entire kitchen smelled of baked goods as they were cooling on the island. One of Austin’s soft fluffy sweatshirts was hanging off your shoulders, his scent wafting around you. 

As you reached forwards to turn the oven off, you felt a light push to the back of your head. Just as your head tilted forwards slightly, Austin nuzzled his nose and forehead along to the side of your head. His arms slid around your waist as you felt him breathe you in. Your eyes slid shut immediately at the movement from him. The entire world fell away in that moment. A deep rumble filled the air, and you could feel it against your back. This pulled a reciprocal purr from you. Austin turned you around and pulled you against him firmly. You buried your face in his neck, nuzzling just under his jaw where his scent was strongest. It was intoxicating to you, your hands curling into him, not wanting any space between you. Scooping you up into his arms, it was only moments before you were in your bedroom and he was placing you down onto the bed. Just barely peeling you off him, he was quick to shed his jeans, jacket and shirt. You let out a soft whine when he pulled away but when you saw what he was doing, you kicked off your lounge pants and his sweatshirt as well. Before you could think, Austin had crawled up the bed to you, curling his long body around you and nuzzling into your neck taking deep pulls of your scent into his lungs.

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You didn’t know what time it was, just that it was dark outside when you woke up having to use the bathroom. It took a few minutes to extricate yourself from Austin’s arms slowly enough to not wake him up. 

As you walked into the bathroom, you smiled at how his scent covered you. Sure you were both sticky and happily sore, but he was back home with you. In only the few minutes it took you in the bathroom, Austin had shifted forms and his large lean golden body filled up half of the California king bed. His soft silky mane was sticking up in every direction. Warmth filled your heart at the image in front of you. Sliding back into bed, you gently slid under and between his front legs. His paws were the size of your face. A soft almost giggle slid from your lips as he stretched, having felt your movement against him. Austin cracked an eye open at the noise and let out a large yawn right in your face while curling his front leg around you to pull you tighter against him. Another soft laugh left you at this though when he moved his head back and licked up the entire side of your face you let out a noise of indignation. A happy chuff left him before his rumbling purr filled the room.

[burninlovebutler]

30 - It's Not Living // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin butler x fem!oc | word count: 2.3k

summary: austin copes with the weight of his bad decisions with the help of a new vice. while aspen remains blinded by her feelings and her own addiction, she invites nox over for an in-house visit to help curb austin's withdrawals.

warnings/notes: drug use lol, withdrawals, addiction, shitty/angry austin, yelling, austin spiraling, nox, sad but important for plot, 18+ MDNI

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-AUSTIN-

I winced when the bright sunshine burned my freshly opened retinas. “Fuck.” I groaned. Once I had gained some more consciousness, I patted around the bed to find it empty. An immediate feeling of relief, then sadness washed over me at the absence. It made me ponder where I stood with Aspen; having her here constantly and being so… needy was suffocating. But on the other hand, it was comforting not being alone. God knows where I’d be without company through this down spiral. It’s not like it was the worst company you could have – she was kind, soft, caring, funny – and the fun we had. Maybe it was just the aftershock from her ‘I love you’ slip.

Suddenly, there was a hunger pain in my stomach and it crept up my ribcage - it climbed up each rib like a ladder until it was curled up in my throat. It wasn’t hunger for food but something else. I pulled myself to the edge of the bed, letting my feet hit the floor and shaking away the gnawing feeling. My nose suddenly scrunched at a familiar sweet scent filling the room. Using both hands to push myself off the mattress, I weakly made my way towards the kitchen.

The minute I rounded the corner I stopped in my tracks. There was Elsie, fluttering around my kitchen. I watched her wavy brown locks bounce as she wiggled a pan then tossed it upwards to flip a pancake in the air.

Pancakes – I knew that I knew that scent, it smelt like home. While having Elsie in my kitchen after everything was jarring, it was also greatly comforting. Maybe this would make everything okay, maybe pancakes could fix this too; they always fixed everything before.

“Els–“ I began but then Aspen abruptly swung the front door open.

“Aspen.” I sighed out, slightly annoyed and anxious.  

She went to the counter and dropped a pile of mail onto the marble. She knitted her brows at my tone, “Yes?”

I gestured my hand over to the kitchen with lifted brows, “Hello?”

She turns to the kitchen and I follow her gaze, we both land on the same thing.

A completely empty black and white kitchen.

“What? I know the muffins aren’t done yet I-” Her voice faltered as she looked back at me, confused. “What’s wrong?”

One thing you could never underestimate is a woman’s intuition – and by the way she looked at me, I knew she knew something was up.

“Oh, oh,” I fake laughed and waved away the question, “Oh nothing.”

She eyed me curiously, “Okay…” Setting her bag on the counter. “Well, I have some bad news – well I have good news and bad news.” She scrunched her face like she was waiting for impact.

“Oh god, what.” I sighed, letting my hands fall to my sides.

“Well… bad news is, that none of the girls at work could get me anything.” She fidgeted with the silver rings wrapped around her boney fingers.

It was too early in the morning for me to be receiving such bad news. “Okay, well what’s the good news?”

She smiled wide, “Nox is coming home sooner than I thought, so he’ll be back and we can re-up then.”

My fingers curled into a tight fist, “How soon.”

The next succession of days blurred together into a fuzzy haze. Aspen had barely left my loft, only for her shifts at the club and to get food. The entire weight of the past two weeks settled an overwhelming ache pulsing in my blood vessels. Between Christmas, the plan with Nox, Aspen, New Years and the morning after, this had been the most unstable I’d felt in a long time. Maybe even since my Dad’s passing – maybe even before Elsie.

Everything was just shitty – and it was because of me.

None of this would’ve happened if I had just kept my hands off of things that didn’t belong to me – if I kept them off my best friend.

If I hadn’t relapsed, I wouldn’t have been cornered with the plan that landed Aspen in my lap in the first place.

The details and the technicalities didn’t matter, I just didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to feel. I didn’t want to let myself dwell on the specifics, on all the ways I fucked up, all the ways I was a shit person. I wanted to forget.

And Aspen helped to do exactly that. When my cock was in her mouth, when she was lighting my blunts, when she was pouring pills in my hand, when she was offering me lines, when she was sharing bottles of alcohol with me, she was doing exactly what Nox had intended her to do – distract me.

It hadn’t even been a week since Aspen’s ‘I love you’ and after I’d already finished the bottle of Percocet she’d given me. The little white pills were meant to be temporary, just to get over the hump of Xanax withdrawals while Nox was away– but as the absence of everything settled, panic began to fill the space. I knew I could handle the Xanax, I knew it like the back of my hand. Since college I’d learned how to deal with it, even when it got bad. But this…this was a beast I was never prepared to battle. 

Xanax felt like a distant memory in the skyline of my mind. The only thing that took up any space in my head were those new pills. They put on little plays in the corners of my mind, they sang melodies into my ears drums. They were all I wanted, all I cared about, all I thought about.

In the midst of my withdrawals, the panic, the guilt from Elsie, and Aspen’s slip, tension was thick in the air between me and Aspen. I tried my best to stay calm, I really fucking did. But this comedown was nothing I’d ever felt before. I was just so ferociously angry all the time, at any and everything. I felt the aching need and the pure rage in my bones; it buried itself into the deepest crevices of my blood marrow.

I knew we’d end up in this situation eventually, where we’d run out and I’d end up in detox agony – or maybe I lied to myself and made the empty goal to not let it get to that point. But there we were.

This particular day, fury was burning holes through my veins, and Aspen’s lack of tidiness was my last straw. I stomped over to the bedroom, “I need you to come with me right now.” 

“What? Why?” She squeaked and the pitch of her voice only amplified the skull splitting migraine I’d felt for the past 3 days.

I didn’t reply and simply pulled her by the cuff of her babypink sweater to the kitchen. “This.” I pointed to the lukewarm milk left on the counter. “How many times have I told you not to fucking leave the milk on the fucking counter.” The harsh words slipped through my lips before I could stop them. There was a tinge of guilt as they left me.

“Austin, what the fuck are you talking about?” She scrunched her brows perplexed. “That’s not even-”

“I’ve told you multiple times to not leave the milk out.” I spat out, repeating myself through gritted teeth, “Now the milk is spoiled.” I felt as though I was talking to a toddler.

She raised her brows in surprise, “I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t leave anything out.” She replied feigning innocence.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose between my middle finger and thumb attempting my best to remain calm. “Can you please stop fucking lying? I told you yesterday, literally right here in this very spot, to not leave the milk out.”

“Austin I-I don’t, we just,” She stuttered her way through, taking a step back from me.

“Oh my god Aspen, you can’t even admit to your own mistake?”

“I just, well I, I just don’t-” She faltered.

“Spit it out Aspen, what!”

“I swear I have no idea what you’re talking about,” She paused, “I don’t even drink milk, and,” An even longer pause while her eyes lingered on the half-gallon of dairy on the counter. “Aus, that’s orange juice.”

The room began to spin, and I stumbled back a step, “I uh- Yeah, yeah that’s what I meant, the orange juice.” I cleared my throat, “I told you not to leave out the orange juice.”

“Aus,” She held a breath before exhaling it, “I wasn’t even here yesterday, remember? I was working all day.” She took a step towards me, and going to place the back of her hand on my forehead, “You feelin’ okay?”

Reflexively, I smacked her arm away from me, “No Aspen, I don’t fucking feel good, I’ve been detoxing for the past 3 days. I feel like fucking ass right now.”

“Babe, I’m sorry. I couldn’t get anything from anyone.” Her tone was sad, like she knew she was disappointing me. “But Nox will be home in two days, so he’ll be able to come over.” She crossed the space between us and gently tucked some of my overgrown blonde hair behind my ear, “Okay? We just gotta make it two more days okay?”

Just two more days. 

My front door jiggled open with the shuffle of two people coming through the door.

“Aus, we’re here.” Aspen called, the chill of winter hanging in her voice.

I spent the day in bed watching the ceiling and trying to smoke enough weed to stave off how miserable I felt. There was a brief moment of silence before her words had fully processed in my slowed mind. I closed my eyes and took a sharp inhale, both to prepare myself but also to gather enough strength to unglue from the engulfing mattress.

A rather unsettling feeling swirled in my stomach when my eyes landed on Nox in my kitchen. However, when I remembered that he didn’t come empty handed, there was an immediate wash of relief. Out of all the people in the world, my best friend’s shitty boyfriend shouldn’t be someone I got excited about seeing.

“There’s my man!” Nox beamed his signature disturbing grin. He threw an arm around my shoulders tugging me close in some fucked up half bro hug. The weight of his arm on my shoulders felt like sandbags. He pulled away and briefly inspected me, no doubt getting joy out of my bloodshot eyes lined with dark circles and pale broken out skin. “God you’ve never looked better.” His sarcasm sounded so genuine, maybe it wasn’t a lie that I never looked better to him.

Like straight out of a movie scene, he plopped down what looked like a high-end lawyer’s suitcase, unclasping each side of the locks before pulling up the lid. Inside was an addict’s candy land, the variety of substances seemed to hold anything you could possibly ever imagine. “So what’s it gonna be Butler? Take your pick.”

The air in the room became dense, like I was inside the walls of a cinder block. My eyes drifted between him and the full inventory.

I was really doing this. This was really happening.

“I uh-“ Running my tongue between my lips, then turned to Aspen. “What do you want babe?” Maybe if I gave her the responsibility, I would somehow make myself less accountable for our decisions.

She let out a small giggle then proceeded to point out the usual suspects. Pills, green, and powder. I gave Nox a nod confirming the decision and a smile curled across his lips, “Perfect!”

When Nox began gathering the products, I realized Aspen had made a mistake. It was the pure desperation that forced my hand to latch onto his wrist, shock flashed over his face before my eyes met his. “Not that one.” I stated lowly and he furrowed his brows in confusion. “I– We want Oxy.” 

It took a brief moment for Nox to put together the pieces but when he did, a sinister beam spread across his face, “Well, well, quite an upgrade we’ve made huh?” 

I crossed my arms, retracting into myself, “Can we just have some fucking Oxy.” I snapped, the anger bubbling up in me again. I was so close to tasting relief and he was just fucking around. 

He scoffed and shook his head, plucking a pill bottle from the case, holding it up and giving it a shake in my eyeline, “I wouldn’t be so hasty with your words with someone who’s holding your fix.” 

My brows lowered and my eyes felt like laser beams, but he was right, I couldn’t do much more than that. He held my salvation in his grimey tattooed hands.

“That’s what I thought.” He set down the bottle on the table. “I don’t have pure oxy, only Percocets.” He stated as he plucked the other parts of our order from his briefcase and set them aside in one little pile of substances. I nodded in acceptance.

Out of reflex, or maybe kindness, Aspen went to grab her wallet to pay but my hand landed on her arm. “You don’t need to.” I said simply.

Nox glanced over at Aspen with a crooked grin, “Don’t worry darlin’, your boyfriend and I got a little deal, you’re covered.”

“Oh.” She replied softly, retracting her hands back into herself and looked down at her fidgeting hands. 

After Nox packed his pharmacy up, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, “Good doin’ business with ya Butler.” He leaned into me, near my ear whispering, “And if you don't wanna lose your supply chain, don’t ever talk to me like that again, got it?” He landed a heavy pat on my back, knocking all the wind out of me.

Before the front door closed behind him, the pill bottle was twisted open and there was already a pill down my throat. 

I felt the torment of a comedown like that and I didn’t plan to feel it again.

Next Chapter -> 31 - Mr. Percocet

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[eternal-love]

FAMILY TREE

‘Give myself up to him in offering. Let him make a woman out of me.”

Feyd Rautha x Arya Atreides!OC

Summary: After Lady Jessica betrayed the Bene Gesserit by giving Duke Leto a son, she tried to make amends with the sisterhood by giving them a daughter— Arya. Turns out the sisterhood wasn’t so forgiving afterwards. Still, they went along with the marriage between an Atreides and the Baron’s youngest nephew, Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. Supposedly they would produce the Kwisatz Haderach. But, one can never find family blood and family cycles.

Author’s note: Listen. I haven’t read the books and I’m not too familiar in writing Feyd. Also, I have yet to discover how some things are called in Giedi Prime or Caladan. So pardon me about it.

TW: Incest (They’re literal cousins, but they don’t know), dub-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, violence. The time line is a bit messy since I want all characters to be older.

The minute Arya Atreides was born, her destiny and history was set in stone. Differently than her older brother, Paul Atreides, whom was born out of the love and passion between their parents, Arya knew she was born out of duty. She was raised to be the wife of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the Baron’s youngest nephew. He seemed better. At least better than Rabban, most commonly nicknamed ‘The Beast’.

At the age of fourteen, Arya left Caladan, with her heart broken and sad brown eyes. She traded the fresh and green Caladan for a polluted and gray Giedi Prime.

The wedding was nice in all its aspects, the Harkonnen were drowning in riches, but the atmosphere was black and white thanks to the black sun. Even there, she felt as an outsider still. Wearing a loose intricate black and white gown, with a huge headpiece in her hair. None of her family came. Not even for the dinner for the newlyweds.

What she didn’t know was how sadistic Feyd could be. She have had talks with her mother, Lady Jessica, about pleasing men, about how to make them feel desired but Feyd, he was different. You couldn’t tame him. No, it was impossible.

It didn’t take long before Arya got pregnant and had Feyd’s only child— a son. They were supposed to make the Kwisatz Haderach but Feyd did not want to listen to those damn witches, he wanted a son he could train to be just like him. History repeated itself.

Six years later, it was the coming-of-age ceremony of the Na-Baron, Feyd Rautha. Everyone in Giedi Prime was excited that their very own dear Na-Baron was turning of age. And which better way to celebrate than to have a fight in the Gladiator Arena?

Her servants helped her get ready. Over the years, Arya taught them how to do hair, since no one in Giedi Prime had hair but her. At first, Feyd wanted to force her to shave it off but once he ran his hands through that luscious auburn hair— he immediately got her another circle of servants just to care for her hair.

“Damn it.” Arya groaned as the servant pulled her hair. “Don’t you know how to brush hair?”

Arya stayed quiet, holding back a laugh— she forgot that she was the only woman with hair. The servant took a step back after another one shoved her, they continued doing the hairdo.

After a few minutes, the room door opened. It was the son of Feyd and Arya, Rabban. A sweet boy, long white hair, very pale, blue eyes.

“My dearest love.” Arya sensed her boy, but as she turned around, she saw her boy— beaten up and sad. She hurried to hold his face. “What has happened?”

“Father wasn’t there in my training. My trainer laughed, everyone did…” Rabban looked away, feeling ashamed. His father had raised him to be great! Not this weak and pathetic thing.

“You will be as good as your father one day, perhaps even better.” Arya spoke lovingly. Caressing her little boy’s face.

She may have not looked like him, but she loved this boy as if he was herself reincarnated. She pulled him in for a hug. Something rare in Giedi Prime.

“Go get dressed. We’ll have to be in the arena in a moment.” Arya said softly, her lips pressing together as she ran her hand through Rabban’s white hair.

Rabban listened and exited his mother’s bedchamber. Arya turned around and gave the servants a glaring look as they were staring at her like idiots, not doing their job of dressing her. The servants quickly rushed to her and started to undress her.

The next hour, they were already in the balconies of the Gladiator Arena. Arya was wearing an intricate dark green gown, with decorative chains by her collarbones and a hairpiece with a veil. She and Rabban were sat besides the Baron, sitting straight on her chair, her hands on her lap and a stern face, she used the small binoculars— there they were, Bene Gesserit. She could recognize their veils everywhere.

When Feyd entered, the arena roared. As if everyone in Giedi Prime was blood-thirsty. Arya was disconnected from it, but she had already grown used to it anyways. But her ears perked once she heard that the men he would fight— would be the last remaining of the Atreides. Her house.

She didn’t remember the last time she saw her family. The last thing she heard of them was that the Baron murdered her father. That they basically slaughtered House Atreides. That was her home once, but not now. The Baron looked at her with a smirk and she swallowed, her face still stern, her lips moving a little.

The fight was a blood fest, but she wasn’t thirsty for it. She just wanted her husband to know that she was here, that this time she didn’t hide in her chamber with Rabban. After the victorious battle, the celebrations for Feyd started— this time. He was not present during the feast of indulgence.

Arya knew this tactic. She knew so. So she left the feast and went through the castle’s corridors. She was quick enough to find the Bene Gesserit— Lady Margot Fenring.

“I know your plans, good sister.” Arya was quick to catch up to Lady Margot.

“Then you must know why of those plans. Na-Baroness.” Lady Margot stopped, calm as ever.

“My husband is content with our son. We do not wish to follow the crafted plan of you witche—“

“And that’s exactly why I am here, Arya. You’ve been useless to the sisterhood. You’ve brought nothing but anguish. And now you seem to not follow what we’ve been crafting for centuries.” Lady Margot turned around, facing Arya.

“I’ve done my duty here. I married Feyd, I bore him a child.” Arya spoke firmly.

“A son. A waste of time, a waste of cells. A useless child. We need a girl.” Lady Margot spoke coldly.

“My Rabban is the only child we’ll have. I do not wish to be a puppet in the sisterhood’s plans.” Arya said firmly as she held her head up high.

“You are not a Bene Gesserit. Look at you, not knowing how to use your powers. Powers you inherited from the greatest— our Reverend mother. And yet here you are. Weak.”

Arya rushed to find Feyd afterwards, she wouldn’t let this witch find him first and when she found him wandering around too, she took a deep breath and approached him.

“My darling…” Feyd called Arya.

“You are not in your feast. I worry for you, my love.” Arya spoke softly, reaching for her husband’s arm.

“I do not wish to be part of a spectacle. Not today, at least.”

“The spectacle was the one you out at the gladiator arena.”

“Watch how you talk to me, woman.” Feyd clenched his fist.

Arya scoffed, rolling her eyes before walking closer to him. “That fight it was a insult to me, to my house, to your son, to my blood—”

“Traitor blood, you say— my darling.” Feyd looked at Arya with his ever-menacing look in his eyes.

“Our son would’ve desired respect be shown to his blood.” Arya said, looking up at Feyd. He only smirked.

“Our son or you— Arya Atreides.”

Arya stared at Feyd, tears pricking her eyes. Feyd would often try to mock/insult her by calling her by her birth name. Atreides were considered traitors, disgusting, a dishonorable house— tow which it was slaughtered. But Arya, she would never be able to escape her very own blood.

“You out of all people, should not forget who you are. An outsider among us natives, my darling. It’s because of me that you have a place here. It’s because of me that you weren’t slaughtered too.” Feyd caressed Arya’s cheek, roughly yet gently.

That night, Feyd took Arya, one, two, three, four, five times before he actually grew exhausted. Arya stared at the ceiling. What if she were in Paul’s shoes? She would’ve end up dead but she would have been happy with her parents, not stuck in some foreign planet.

‘But this would all be worth if’ she thought to herself. She would find something for this to be worth it. For all these sacrifices to we worth something.

Perhaps killing the Baron would make it all worth it, if anything— she despised that fat man more than anything. The Baron was very jealous of her, because she took all of Feyd’s precious attention, because she was now Feyd’s motivation, because every kill, every execution, every battle— everything was for her. Not for him no more.

There is a reason why Feyd and Arya talked in whispers when they got near one of the Baron’s slaves.

A slave would say anything he heard if it meant getting their lives spared for one more day.

But Feyd had one goal in mind: be a Baron. He wasn’t a dirty Atreides or a weak Corrino, he was a Harkonnen— he was going to act the Harkonnen way.

Author’s note: This is kinda like an introduction, I hope to update frequently but because I’m in Uni, I’ll probably take long periods. Thank you for reading and I REALLY Appreciate comments! Love y’all!

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I’m sorry to say this but…I’m a silent reader!!! IM SORRY!!! I know it’s bad, it’s one of the reasons I don’t write a lot! But I don’t interact beyond likes because I don’t want to be a bother and I’m scared of interacting on here.

I’m sorry, I’m learning to do better, I bow to all the people I follow and I just want you to know I appreciate what you have done and your contributions to this app greatly. I love you all dearly, I just don’t know how to show it beyond a like.

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could we move it to the bedroom? | jacob elordi x austin butler

wc: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ mdni, making out....that's it, probably.

a/n: this is for U @starboybutler 🙏🏼 a match made in heaven. title from anxious by carly rae jepsen (their song btw.)

austin really messed up agreeing to go to this stupid dinner party. but it was good to mingle with other actors and directors, his agent said. he loved kate, but he needed to say no more often. he didn't mind meeting new people, especially if it brought him new opportunities for his career, but he also sometimes didn't feel like talking to people. 

he wanted to be at home, curled up on the couch with his dog, well…his girlfriend too, of course. technically, it was her dog, but he loved that dog too. 

but no, he was stuck at someone’s house, listening to people name drop and talk about work. he was starting to drown it out after his third glass of wine.

he hadn't really gotten a good look of all who was there, his eyes gazing around the table, looking at a few familiar faces. a couple costars, a few directors he was a fan of….he really only agreed thinking ryan gosling would be here, but he got sick. just his luck. he shifted his head forward a bit to look farther down the table, and that's when he saw him. his girlfriend’s ex, his so-called competition for playing the same man he did. 

he didn't watch priscilla. he had no reason to or no real interest in watching it. there had to be a rule against watching things with your partner's ex in it anyway, right? but austin was a nice guy, he gave everyone a chance and the benefit of the doubt. but he thought him as elvis presley was a bit…comical, really. 

his girlfriend didn't speak much of him, but it was clear she had a type. 

but..he couldn't stop himself from staring. he was so mesmerized by him….he had the most perfect bone structure he had ever seen on anyone in his life. christ, he was australian too, wasn't he? he dressed well, almost like austin, except he probably put a bit more effort into his outfit than he did. then he smiled at whoever he was chatting with, austin's heart did a weird thing. he felt weird, why was he feeling weird?

austin quickly excused himself and headed to the bathroom, shutting the tour and passing a bit of cold water on his face. he blamed it on the wine. he pulled his phone out, seeing a text from his girlfriend and giving himself a mental reminder to reply to her in just a minute. he googled jacob, of course. 

he somehow found himself scrolling through jacob’s instagram and god, he fully understood why everyone liked this man. his feed was full of art, film, photography….he couldn't believe he found himself infatuated with this man. 

a knock at the bathroom door broke him out of his trance, “sorry, mate. you about done?” 

you're kidding. austin gritted his teeth, silently cursing at himself and shoving his phone in his pocket. he was almost afraid to open the door and meet jacob face to face. 

he slowly opened the door, having to actually look up slightly at jacob. “sorry.” austin said with a gentle smile. “had to make a phone call.” 

“no worries.” jacob smiled back. “austin, right?” 

“yeah.” he nodded, holding his hand out. 

jacob shook his hand with a nod, “no hard feelings, yeah?” 

austin was confused, furrowing his brows as he tried to make sense of his words. he hoped this wasn't about his girlfriend…she was the last person he wanted to think about right now—

“i think we can agree you played the better elvis.” he added, laughing softly. 

oh, thank god. austin laughed back, “right, right. thank you, man. i appreciate it.” 

an awkward silence stood between the two, just politely nodding back and forth for a few moments. austin cleared her throat, “well, it was nice meeting you.” he said awkwardly, nodding his head once more and turning to head back downstairs. 

“you do that a lot, don’t you?.” jacob hummed. “the staring, y’do that a lot.” 

austin froze in place, his cheeks pink. he was busted, getting a weird feeling in his stomach. he turned around and looked back at jacob. “oh.” he was definitely busted. “sorry.” he didn’t understand why the man in front of him was making him feel..so much smaller. 

“you aren’t.” he let out a hearty chuckle, “but ‘ssokay. you’ve got nice eyes.”

“thank you.” he replied quickly, too quick, probably.

jacob slowly shuffled closer to austin, taking his chin in his hand and tilting his head up slightly with a soft hum. “pretty lil’ thing, aren’t you?”

what?

he was so close to giving in…..he just wasn't sure how far this would go. he didn't put much of a label on his sexuality, he found men attractive at times. truth be told, he probably got a little too comfortable with callum, but it never went too far. however, part of him was willing to take a chance with jacob. “s-sorry?”

jacob laughed quietly, “did i read this wrong?” he asked, “don’t tell me ‘m makin’ a fool of myself.”

“i…” austin swallowed at nothing, feeling his body tempature begin to rise. he was getting warm, too warm. he so badly wanted more, he just didn’t know what he wanted. “no…” he breathed out, “i’ve just…never really—”

“‘s alright.” he smiled, “don’t have to do anything if you don’t wanna.” his hand drifted down to austin’s, giving it a slight squeeze. “c’mere.” he took austin’s hand and looked around the hallway before wandering into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. 

austin couldn’t belive he was doing this. he was doing this and he was almost excited about it. too excited. when jacob gestured for him to sit on the counter, he did so with no hesitation. 

“god, you’re pretty.” jacob whispered, tilting his chin up again. “can i kiss you?”

he felt like he was in heaven the moment his lips were on his. jacob's hand cupped his jaw, their lips meeting for the first time. he let the kiss linger for a few seconds, giving austin a chance to pull away if he was uncomfortable, but no, he wasn't. he wanted more. it was a sweet, gentle kiss—the taste of the wine austin had on his lips. 

heat was beginning to grow between the two and austin was finding himself hard embarrassingly fast. jacob deepened the kiss, his hands on his face as his tongue flicked against austin’s lips. he explored the blonde’s mouth, his hands moving lower. one hand rested on austin’s side, the other still on his jaw. his lips moved to austin's jawline, peppering along the sharp figure with kisses, his stubble tickling against his lips. 

“jacob—” austin breathed out, his hands moving to his shoulders. 

he didn’t stop, his lips moving to attack his neck, pushing his hips against austin's. the whine escaping from the blonde’s lips made jacob shiver, clearly being affected just like he was. “fuck.” he mumbled against his neck. 

austin finally pulled away, his cheeks and ears bright red as he panted softly, shaking his head. “i can't.” he breathed out. 

jacob hummed, his hand rubbing against austin’s hip. “but you want to.” 

he looked up at the taller man, biting his lip. he was aching in his dress pants, assuming jacob was to. god, he wanted more. so much more. he hopped off from the counter, nodding. “next time.” he whispered, “i promise.”