#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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Golden Glow

Label Mature 18+

Summary Austin wins the Golden Globe, and you party the night away, drinking and dancing high on the joy of celebration. Exhausted, you fall asleep on Austin’s shoulder during the car ride home, and he cares for you with a tenderness that melts your heart.

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💝Romantic Smut💝 Austin adoring you • deep in love • affectionate• can’t be apart from you• caring •doting• bridal carry• can’t sleep without you • all for you •clit play• p in v • shower sex• simultaneous orgasms •aftercare

Golden Glow

The night sparkles like a dream, the Golden Globes after party a blur of music, laughter, and Austin’s steady presence by your side. You’re drunk on champagne and the sheer joy of his extraordinary win for Best Actor. His hand rests securely at the small of your waist, guiding you effortlessly through the glittering crowd as your backless gown flows elegantly with every step.

When the music slows, the dance floor becomes an intimate haven with glittering tinsel and streamers cascading in the background. Austin’s smile softens in a quiet contrast to the vibrant chaos of the celebration swirling around you, his focus entirely on you.

“Dance with me,” he whispers, his voice low and intimate against your ear, and as your eyes meet he’s already gently pulling you with him, his excitement unmistakable as he guides you onto the dance floor with effortless ease.

His eyes shine with a mixture of triumph and pure joy, his thrilled energy almost contagious as he holds you close.

Your fingertips rest gently on his neck as his hands press warmly on your waist, his grin, dazzling and unrestrained, telling you everything you need to know.

Winning the Golden Globe was incredible but being here with you, in this moment, feels just as special to him.

The two of you sway under the soft glow of the chandeliers, the party around you a blur of energy.

Austin’s hands slide lower, warm and steady, resting at the small of your back drawing you even closer to him.

He moves effortlessly, his body guiding yours as if the music were made for just the two of you.

“You’re beautiful,” he says above the music, his voice rich with admiration as you cling to him.

“And you’re a Golden Globe winner,” you reply, your tone filled with pride and affection.

His grin widens as he bashfully looks away, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. But when his eyes return to yours, his gaze is full of gratitude and excitement, the weight of his win shining through in the way he holds you just a little tighter.

The champagne swirls in your system as you dance together, the room blending into a haze of light and sound, but Austin remains sharp and steady, grounding you as he leans down to brush his lips against yours.

His kiss feels both playful and reverent, a stolen moment in a sea of glittering chaos.

You lose count after the sixth toast to his win, but Austin keeps you close, his hand firm on your waist while the other intertwines with yours.

As you gaze up at him, his sandy blonde hair falls slightly over his forehead in a way that makes you want to run your fingers through it.

His blue eyes gleam under the chandelier light, and his smile—his radiant, beautiful smile—lights up his entire face, leaving you completely captivated.

“You’re glowing tonight,” you confess drunkenly swaying in his arms as his movements flow effortlessly.

“Am I?” he teases, spinning you gently, his gaze locked onto yours, full of warmth and amusement.

Your head tilts back in laughter, and as he pulls you back to him, he lowers his lips to meet yours again, lingering and sealing the moment in a kiss full of love.

Before the party even winds down, you’re blissfully drunk—not just on champagne, but on him. Everything blurs together until your in the backseat of a car together.

Your head lolls onto his shoulder, and he smiles softly, running his fingers through your hair.

“You okay baby?” he asks, his tone full of care.

“Mmm you’re so comfortable,” you mumble, your words slurring slightly as your eyes flutter closed.

When the car pulls up to his estate, Austin shifts slightly, careful not to disturb you as your head rests against him.

The soft glow of the driveway lights reflects off the sleek black car as he quietly thanks the driver sliding one arm securely beneath your knees and the other around your back.

Austin lifts you with effortless ease, cradling you against his chest like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

The cool night air brushes against your skin as he adjusts his grip, ensuring you’re safe in his arms.

His scent of woodsy cologne with a hint of orange blossoms—wraps around you, intoxicating and pleasing all at once. Your eyes flutter open, and you groan softly, your face nuzzling into his chest.

“Are you… carrying me?” you murmur, a lazy grin on your lips as you look up to him through lidded eyes. He smiles, unable to resist your charm. “Yes, my little lightweight,” he teases, his arms strong and steady beneath you.

“You’re too good at this,” you mumble, your fingertips brushing against the lapel of his tuxedo jacket.

“Carrying you?” he asks, amused, his voice low and warm.

“Being perfect,” you counter, your words slurred but sincere.

He smiles softly, his voice like a melody. “Only for you.”

As he carries you inside, the house glows with soft golden light, every detail in his carefully designed home radiating warmth and care.

“We’re almost there,” he says, as you bury your face in his neck, your lips brushing against his skin.

“You smell so good,” you whisper groggily, your words trailing off as your eyes flutter shut, unable to stay awake.

“I’m taking you right to bed,” he says, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your hair.

In the bedroom, he lowers you gently onto the mattress as the plush duvet cover cradles you.

“Let’s get you more comfortable, hm?” he says, his voice low and soothing as he kneels beside the bed.

“Mmhmm,” you hum, already halfway asleep.

His fingers work delicately at the straps of your heels, loosening them with care.

He slides one off then the other, his touch lingering over the arch of your foot before he sets the heels aside moving to the clasp of your dress, his movements slow and precise as he unzips it.

His gaze softens as he slides the dress down, gently rolling you onto your side as he pulls it free before draping it neatly over an arm chair.

Austin pauses, captivated by the sight of you resting peacefully on his bed in nothing but delicate lingerie, the soft light casting a golden glow over your skin.

His gaze lingers, tracing the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, every curve of your body illuminated in a way that leaves him breathless.

He exhales deeply, admiring how beautiful you are before quickly running a hand through his hair to refocus. With a quiet sigh, he moves to the dresser to collect his sleepwear.

Austin retreats to the bathroom, stripping off his tuxedo and carefully hanging it.

He showers, the warm water washing away the remnants of the night, before brushing his teeth.

When he returns, the sight of you curled up in bed, soft and serene in the dim light, makes his heart swell with a mix of love and contentment.

Sliding under the duvet beside you, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

You stir slightly, mumbling something incoherent, and he presses a kiss to your temple.

His hand rests splayed against your stomach as he buries his face in your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck as he breathes you in, his heartbeat slowing to match your own.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice barely audible in the stillness.

As the night stretches on, he falls asleep holding you close to his chest like he’ll never let go.

Hours later, you stir, groggy and disoriented, realizing you’re at home and the warmth of his care is written in every detail of the night you barely remember.

You shift slightly, turning in his arms to find his face peaceful in sleep, utterly beautiful with his features soft and serene.

Unable to resist, you press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I love you,” you whisper, even though you know he can’t hear you

Carefully, you slip out of bed, his arm falling to the mattress as you walk softly to the bathroom.

Your head still swims from the party, the remnants of champagne lingering, but the memory of Austins incredible win brings a smile to your lips.

Standing in the bathroom, you remove your jewelry piece by piece, setting each item delicately on the counter, then you carefully rinse your makeup off before brushing your teeth.

The cool tile beneath your feet contrasts with the warmth of the shower as you turn it on, letting the steam build around you.

As the hot water cascades over your skin, you feel the haze of the night begin to melt away, replaced by a sense of comfort.

Just as you close your eyes, lost in the soothing rhythm of the water, you hear the soft creak of the door opening.

You smile when you see Austin walk in, his steps quiet as he rubs his eye. He leans against the glass doorframe, his bare chest catching the soft glow of the bathroom light.

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” he murmurs, his voice still husky.

His Calvin Klein boxers rest low on his hips, highlighting the defined lines of his abs and his sandy blonde hair falls perfectly across his forehead, the effortless look leaving you captivated.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” you reply, watching his gaze soften as his lips curl into a familiar mischievous smirk.

Without a word, he lowers his boxers and steps into the shower, the water streaming over both of you as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him.

“You should always wake me,” he says, pressing a kiss to your ear. “I’ll never say no to this.”

You lean back into him, your fingers brushing over his forearms as his hands roam soothingly over your wet skin. “Austin I totally blacked out after your awards party,” you grin softly.

He hums, low and steady as his hands move lower, gripping the front of your hips. “I’ve got my award right here,” he confirms, pulling you back against him as his mouth finds the curve of your neck.

His kisses are slow and passionate, trailing down to your shoulder as his fingers slip between your legs, his touch igniting a spark within you.

He circles his fingertips over your clit, the sensation overwhelming and blissful all at once as your head falls back against his shoulder.

A soft moan escapes your lips as the ache inside you deepens with every teasing stroke, your body reacting to him in ways only he can draw out.

“Austin… please,” you whisper, your voice breathless and filled with longing, your fingers clutching at his arms, desperate for more.

Your legs weaken slightly, your breath catching as you lean into him, surrendering to the steady rhythm of his touch. His hands move up your waist, gripping tightly as he turns you and presses your back against the cool tile wall.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice low and promising. “I’m going to satisfy you baby,” he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. “I promise.”

With a soft grunt, he hoists your leg up, guiding it around his waist, his hips pressing into you, pinning you firmly in place.

The hardness of his cock sliding against you ignites an ache deep in your core, and you gasp as his fingers trace teasingly over your slickness, his touch agonizingly slow.

“Austin,” you breathe, your voice trembling as his lips capture yours in a kiss that’s both demanding and tender.

His mouth moves with purpose, his tongue sliding against yours as he nips at your lower lip, drawing a whimper from you.

His hand moves between your bodies, his fingers brushing against your clit, stroking in steady, torturous circles until you’re completely at his mercy.

Every touch sends your head spinning, your body arching into him, desperate for more.

His kisses grow hungrier, his mouth trailing down to your collarbone, his words muffled against your skin, “I love you so much.” He whispers his voice raw, his words filled with emotion that goes beyond the physical.

He begins pushing his cock deep inside of you, his thumb stroking your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you press harder against him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Your hands move up to tangle in his wet hair, pulling him back to your lips, your breaths mingling, heavy and desperate.

“I love you too,” you whisper, your voice trailing off into soft moans as he glides into you with slow passionate thrusts, his body claiming you as your nails scrape down his neck.

Every press of his hips sends waves of pleasure through you, his cock hitting deeper, the friction building with an intensity that’s overwhelming.

The sound of the water mingles with your soft moans, the air thick with heat and longing, every movement a reflection of the love and desire he has for you.

He pulls his face back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and filled with unshakable adoration. “You’re everything to me,” he confesses, his voice rough and filled with love.

His hands grip you tighter, his pace deepening, pushing you both closer to the edge.

Your moans grow softer, more breathless, and he tilts your chin to capture your lips in a lingering kiss, his movements becoming more insistent, more possessive.

The tension coils tighter and tighter, your body trembling in his arms as his hips tense, each thrust becoming harder and more desperate as he groans your name.

“Come with me,” he whispers, his pace deepening as the water streams around you both, the heat between your bodies rising beyond a fever pitch.

You nod your leg tightening around his waist, pulling him even closer, and he groans in response. His hand grips your thigh as his thrusts find the perfect spot within, his cock hitting it over and over again as your vision blurs lost in the intensity of him.

Your breath catches as the pleasure coils deep inside of you, tightening with each slow, roll of his hips, the steady rhythm pushing you both over the edge.

“Austin,” you gasp, your voice trembling as he presses deeper, his cock throbbing inside you, the pressure overwhelming.

The moment breaks in a wave of pure ecstasy, the two of you crying out in unison, his arm locking around you as you orgasm together.

Your body tightens around his as the pleasure consumes you both, his hands holding you steady as he groans your name, his release pulsing deep inside you filling you with a warmth that spreads through your core.

You cling to him, your body trembling as you both ride out the high, lost in each other.

Your breaths mingle in the aftermath, heavy and uneven as his hand caresses your back, his touch tender and reverent, savoring every second of having you in his arms. He presses a lingering kiss to your temple, his voice hushed and full of exertion.

“Come to bed with me,” he whispers, lowering your leg gently. His hand cradles your jaw, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles as he captures your lips in a soft, tender kiss filled with unspoken promise.

When you both dry off he leads you to the large plush bed pulling you into his embrace beneath the soft sheets.

Your fingers intertwine, his thumb brushing over your palm in slow, soothing strokes.

Lying there, his voice is softer now, filled with a quiet contentment.

“I keep thinking about tonight… how everything finally feels complete after so many years of work,” he reveals, his gaze tracing your features with a quiet intensity. “And how lucky I am to have you with me.”

You smile, squeezing his hand gently. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

He leans in, pressing an affectionate kiss to your lips. “I guess we both are,” he grins, holding you close.

He strokes your jaw, his touch tender yet firm, his lips hovering just above yours. “I think you’re more impressed with me winning than I am,” he teases, pressing another lingering kiss to your lips.

“You were amazing tonight Austin,” you whisper softly, your eyes shining with admiration.

As sleep slowly pulls you both under, he brings you close to his chest, holding you like he’ll never let go, the warmth of his embrace a quiet comfort as you bask in the golden glow of your love—content in the depth of your devotion to each other in the blissful moment after his incredible win.

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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."

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can u pls austin x wife!reader or pregnant!reader?

Word Count: 7,237

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All of Us

Married life with Austin had been a dream—mostly. Sure, there were the occasional quirks to adjust to, like his habit of leaving guitar picks everywhere or the way he somehow managed to steal half your blanket in the middle of the night. But those small annoyances were overshadowed by the warmth of being with someone who loved you deeply and made you laugh every single day.

Still, life hadn’t slowed down after the wedding. If anything, it had sped up. Austin’s career was booming, and your own schedule wasn’t far behind. Between your work commitments and his time spent on set or promoting his projects, your days felt like a never-ending whirlwind. Yet, even with the chaos, there’d been moments of quiet clarity—conversations about your future, about the family you both dreamed of having one day.

The decision to stop using contraception had been an easy one, even if it felt a little surreal at first. You weren’t actively trying for a baby, but you were open to the idea. “If it happens, it happens,” Austin had said with that easy smile of his, his hand warm and reassuring on yours. “And if it doesn’t right away, that’s okay too. We’ve got time.”

You’d carried those words with you ever since, a quiet reassurance whenever the thought of parenthood felt overwhelming. But in the back of your mind, you’d assumed it would take time—months, maybe even a year or two. Enough time to keep the idea comfortably abstract.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Lately, though, something felt… off. It wasn’t anything obvious, just a subtle shift you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You felt unusually tired, dragging yourself out of bed each morning despite a full night’s sleep. Your appetite was off too—some mornings you couldn’t stomach breakfast, while other days you found yourself craving the strangest combinations of food. And then there was coffee. The thought of it made your stomach turn, which was almost laughable considering how much you normally relied on it to function.

You brushed it off at first, blaming it on stress or a passing bug. But it was hard to ignore the way you felt during brunch with a close friend one weekend. As you sat across from her, pushing a perfectly good cappuccino to the side, she gave you a curious look.

“You okay?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “You’ve been looking a little pale lately. And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’ve seen you skip coffee twice now.”

You waved her off, trying to muster a casual smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I think.”

Her brows knit together, her concern evident. “Tired, queasy, and avoiding coffee? Those are classic signs of pregnancy, you know.”

You froze, her words landing with an unexpected weight. “I—what?”

She shrugged, clearly not thinking much of her comment. “I’m just saying, maybe you should check. Stranger things have happened.”

The idea hung in the air between you, filling the silence that followed. She moved on to another topic, chatting away about her plans for the week, but you barely heard her. Your mind was racing, replaying her words over and over.

Could I be?

The thought unsettled you, not because it was unwelcome but because it hadn’t even crossed your mind until now. You and Austin had been so focused on life as it was—work, travel, settling into your marriage—that the possibility of pregnancy felt like a distant concept. And yet, as you sat there, your hand resting absently on your stomach, you realised it wasn’t as impossible as you’d thought.

Your thoughts drifted back to when Austin had come home for a whirlwind weekend visit about a month ago. It had been one of those rare breaks in his filming schedule, and the two of you had made the most of every second. You’d spent lazy mornings in bed, stolen kisses in the kitchen, and tangled limbs in the quiet intimacy of nights that felt too short.

You’d even joked as he packed to leave again, “Don’t get too comfortable on set. I’ll need you to come home and warm up my side of the bed soon.” He’d grinned, pulling you close and murmuring something cheeky about how he’d done more than warm the bed. The memory made your cheeks flush now, the timing suddenly clicking into place in your mind. Could it really have happened then?

By the time brunch ended, you couldn’t shake the idea. As much as you wanted to dismiss it, the possibility lingered, growing stronger with every passing moment.

The idea of being pregnant was impossible to ignore now. The symptoms, your friend’s teasing comment, the gnawing curiosity—it all pointed to one possibility. But even as the thought settled in your mind, you felt a flicker of doubt. It could be nothing. Just stress. Or something I ate. It doesn’t have to mean…

Still, the thought lingered. By the time you got home that evening, the nagging question had grown too loud to ignore. You paced around the living room, chewing your bottom lip as your mind raced. Part of you wanted to wait—wait until Austin was home so you could do this together. You’d always pictured it that way, the two of you holding hands and staring at the little test stick together, waiting for the result.

But he wasn’t here. He was halfway across the country on set, wrapping up the last few days of a gruelling shoot. And though you knew he’d want to be part of this moment, you couldn’t wait any longer. You needed to know.

Your heart thudded in your chest as you grabbed your keys and headed to the nearest pharmacy. The fluorescent lights felt harsher than usual as you scanned the shelves, your eyes darting between the rows of pregnancy tests. There were so many options—some promising fast results, others boasting extra accuracy. You grabbed a box at random, barely reading the label, and hurried to the counter.

The drive home felt surreal, the little box on the passenger seat seeming heavier than it should. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Just a few days ago, pregnancy hadn’t even crossed your mind, and now you were about to find out if your entire world was about to change.

Back at home, you set the test on the bathroom counter and stared at it for what felt like an eternity. The instructions were simple enough—pee on the stick, wait three minutes—but the weight of what those three minutes might reveal made your hands tremble. What if it’s positive? What if it’s negative? What if this is all a big mistake and I’m just overthinking everything?

You exhaled shakily and opened the box, your fingers fumbling slightly with the wrapper. “Okay,” you murmured to yourself, trying to steady your nerves. “It’s just a test. You can do this.”

The seconds that followed felt both rushed and agonisingly slow. You did what the instructions said, placed the test stick on the counter, and set a timer on your phone. Then you sat down on the edge of the bathtub, hands clasped tightly in your lap as you stared at the little white stick.

Your mind raced with a thousand thoughts at once. You thought about Austin’s easy smile and the way he always reassured you whenever life felt overwhelming. You thought about the quiet conversations you’d had late at night, whispering about what the future might hold. You thought about how surreal it all felt—this tiny piece of plastic holding the answer to a question that could change everything.

The timer buzzed, jolting you out of your thoughts. Your heart felt like it might beat out of your chest as you stood up and reached for the test. For a moment, you hesitated, your hand hovering just above it. This is it, you thought. Whatever happens, everything changes now.

With a deep breath, you picked it up and looked at the result.

Two lines. Positive.

You stared at it, your breath catching in your throat. A wave of emotions crashed over you all at once—disbelief, excitement, nervousness, and something you could only describe as pure joy. “Oh my god,” you whispered, the words trembling on your lips. “Oh my god.”

You sank onto the floor, the test still clutched in your hand as tears pricked your eyes. It felt surreal, like a dream you hadn’t fully allowed yourself to imagine yet. You were going to have a baby. You and Austin were going to have a baby.

For a moment, you let yourself sit there, basking in the quiet wonder of it all. Then the realisation hit you: Austin didn’t know yet. The thought made your heart race all over again, but this time, it was with excitement. He’d be home in just a few days, and you wanted to tell him in person. This wasn’t something you could share over the phone, not when it was this important.

You stood up, your mind already racing with ideas. If there was one thing you knew, it was that Austin deserved to find out in a way that was as special as the moment itself. Something meaningful, something that would capture just how much this moment meant to you both.

The day Austin was due home, you could barely contain your anticipation. You had cleaned the house twice, set the table for his favourite dinner, and even spent longer than usual deciding what to wear. The news you carried felt like a treasure burning a hole in your pocket, and you wanted everything to be perfect.

When you heard the familiar rumble of his car pulling into the driveway, your heart jumped into your throat. You hurried to the door, your hands trembling slightly as you opened it just in time to see him stepping out of the car, his bag slung over one shoulder. He looked tired but still so impossibly handsome, his broad shoulders and easy smile lighting up the fading daylight. The sight of him made you realise just how much you’d missed him.

“Hey, baby,” he called out, his voice warm and familiar, the sound washing over you like a balm.

You didn’t even wait for him to close the car door. You rushed down the porch steps and into his arms, wrapping yourself around him tightly. He dropped his bag to the ground, laughing softly as he pulled you close, burying his face in your hair.

“God, I missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of emotion. His arms tightened around you, one hand stroking your back as if to reassure himself you were really there.

“I missed you too,” you said, your voice muffled against his shoulder. You felt his lips press against your temple, soft and lingering, before he pulled back just enough to look at you.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said, his voice a little hoarse as his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face.

You laughed lightly, your heart fluttering under the weight of his gaze. “You’re just exhausted,” you teased. “Come inside—I made your favourite.”

His eyes lit up, and he kissed your forehead before grabbing his bag. “You didn’t have to do all that,” he said, following you into the house. “But I’m not complaining.”

Inside, the warm, familiar scent of home surrounded you both. The table was set, soft music played from the speaker in the corner, and the faint glow of candles gave the room an inviting warmth. He paused to take it all in, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’ve outdone yourself,” he said, his voice tinged with gratitude.

You shrugged, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling in your chest. “You deserve it. It was a long shoot.”

“The longest,” He set his bag down and turned to you, his hands sliding around your waist as he pulled you close. His lips were warm and familiar, the kind of kiss that made the rest of the world fade away. You melted into him, your hands curling around the back of his neck, your fingers threading into his hair.

When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes half-lidded as he smiled softly. “I still can’t believe I’m home,” he murmured, his voice like a warm embrace. “Being away from you… I hated it.”

Your heart pounded as you smiled up at him, your hands resting on his chest. It was now or never. “We hated it too,” you said, your voice soft but deliberate.

His brow furrowed slightly, the words taking a moment to register. “We?” he repeated, tilting his head as he looked at you.

You bit your lip, a nervous laugh escaping as you stepped back and reached into your pocket. “We,” you echoed, holding up the pregnancy test.

The moment the test came into view, his eyes widened. He blinked, as if unsure whether he was seeing things correctly, before slowly reaching out to take it from your hand. He stared at the little screen, his breath catching audibly, before looking back at you.

“Are you…” he started, his voice trembling. “Are we…”

You nodded, tears springing to your eyes. “We’re having a baby,” you said, your voice breaking with emotion.

He stared at you for a beat longer, the weight of your words sinking in. Then, without warning, a brilliant smile broke across his face, and a shaky laugh escaped his lips. “Oh my god,” he breathed, running a hand through his hair. “This is real?”

“Yes,” you said, laughing through your tears. “It’s real.”

He let out a breathless laugh, dropping the test on the counter as he swept you into his arms. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re going to have a baby.”

You held onto him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace as his body trembled slightly. He buried his face in your neck, and you could feel the dampness of his tears against your skin. “I love you so much,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world.”

“I love you too,” you said, pulling back just enough to look at him. His cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes bright with a mix of disbelief and joy.

“We’re going to be parents,” he said, his hands moving to frame your face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, then your lips. “This is everything I ever wanted.”

You laughed softly, sliding your hands into his hair as you kissed him back. “It’s everything I ever wanted too.”

For the rest of the evening, you stayed close to him, basking in the joy of the moment. Dinner was an afterthought; you spent most of the time on the couch, his arms wrapped securely around you as he asked a million questions about how you’d been feeling, how long you’d known, and what the next steps were.

As the night wore on, you felt a sense of calm settle over you. The secret you’d been carrying was now shared, and seeing Austin’s reaction had eased every worry you’d had. This was the beginning of something new, something beautiful, and you were ready to face it together.

*

The first ultrasound appointment marked the next big milestone, one that felt surreal even as you sat in the clinic waiting room. Austin had cleared his schedule the moment the date was confirmed, insisting that no rehearsal or meeting could be more important.

The two of you were seated side by side, his knee bouncing slightly as he held your hand. “You nervous?” you asked softly, glancing at him.

He looked at you with a small, sheepish smile. “A little. It’s just… we’re going to see them,” he said, his voice catching slightly. “I still can’t wrap my head around it.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Me neither,” you admitted, your own nerves bubbling under the surface. “But it’s exciting too, right?”

“Exciting doesn’t even cover it,” he said, leaning over to kiss the top of your head.

When your name was called, Austin stood so quickly that he knocked over the magazine he’d been pretending to read. You giggled as he sheepishly bent to pick it up, his hand finding yours again as you walked together toward the exam room.

The technician greeted you warmly, explaining each step of the process as you got situated. Austin stood next to you, his hand never leaving yours, his eyes flicking between you and the screen with equal parts anticipation and awe.

When the image finally appeared on the monitor and the sound of the heartbeat filled the room, the air seemed to shift. It was a sound so steady, so alive, that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“That’s your baby,” the technician said with a kind smile, pointing to the tiny figure on the screen.

Austin let out a shaky breath, his grip on your hand tightening. “That’s… that’s them,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His free hand came up to wipe at his eyes, and when he turned to look at you, his face was lit with a mix of wonder and joy. “That’s our baby,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Instead, you squeezed his hand, letting your tears fall freely as you both stared at the screen, watching the tiny heartbeat that had changed everything.

That evening, as you sat curled up together on the couch, Austin couldn’t stop looking at the ultrasound photos. He held one up, studying it intently before glancing at you. “Okay, we need a nickname,” he announced suddenly.

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “A nickname?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding firmly. “We can’t just keep saying ‘the baby.’ They need something special, something that fits.”

You tilted your head, considering his words. “Alright, Mr. Creative. What do you suggest?”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Bean,” he said, holding up the photo again. “They’re tiny, they’re cute, and it just… feels right.”

You laughed, shaking your head but secretly loving the name. “Bean,” you repeated, testing it out. “Alright. Bean it is.”

From that night on, Bean became a part of your everyday vocabulary. Austin greeted your belly every morning with a soft “Good morning, Bean,” and every evening, he read stories or played music to your growing bump. His guitar, his piano, even his voice—all of it became a nightly ritual, his way of connecting with the little life you were creating together.

One evening, as you both lay on the couch watching a film, you felt it—a small but unmistakable flutter low in your belly. You froze, your hand instinctively pressing to the spot.

“What’s wrong?” Austin asked, immediately alert.

You grabbed his hand, your heart racing as you placed it where you’d felt the movement. “Just… wait,” you whispered.

A few seconds passed. Then it happened again—a tiny kick, soft but distinct. Austin’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. “Was that…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper. “Was that a kick?”

You nodded, tears springing to your eyes. “Yeah. That was them.”

He let out a breathless laugh, his hand pressing gently against your belly. “Hi, Bean,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. “It’s me. Your dad. I can’t wait to meet you.”

The kicks became more frequent after that, each one a little reminder of the life growing inside you. Austin couldn’t get enough of them, often resting his hand on your belly whenever he was near, his face lighting up every time he felt a movement.

When a brief press tour took him away for a few weeks, the separation was harder than either of you anticipated. But even from afar, he found ways to stay connected. Every night, without fail, he FaceTimed you, his guitar in hand as he sang softly or read aloud.

"It’s Dad," he’d say, his voice warm even through the screen." Just checking in to see how you’re doing.”

You’d laugh, your hand resting on your belly as you said, “I think they’re listening. They always move when they hear your voice.”

By the time he returned, you were both ready to tackle the next big project: the nursery. The two of you spent hours picking out decorations, arguing over paint colours, and laughing as you assembled tiny pieces of furniture.

“You know,” Austin said one evening as he struggled to attach a crib railing, “I’m starting to think Bean might just have to sleep in a cardboard box.”

You laughed, leaning against the doorframe as you watched him. “Don’t give up now. You’re doing great, Dad.”

He looked up at you, his expression softening as he smiled. “I still can’t believe this is happening,” he said, his voice quiet. “We’re going to be parents.”

You walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We are,” you said softly. “And I think we’re going to be pretty good at it.”

As the nursery slowly came together, it became more than just a room—it was a symbol of the life you were building together. Every little detail, from the fairy lights strung along the ceiling to the shelves filled with tiny books, was a labour of love.

Standing together in the finished room, your hand resting on your belly and Austin’s arm around your shoulders, you felt a deep sense of peace. “It’s perfect,” you whispered, leaning into him.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, his other hand covering yours. “It’ll be even more perfect when Bean’s here,” he said, his voice filled with quiet wonder.

And in that moment, as you stood there dreaming about the future, you knew he was right.

*

Still, no amount of Austin’s sweetness could stop the physical toll of late pregnancy from getting to you. One evening, as you were getting ready for bed, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and stopped, groaning audibly.

“I feel huge,” you groaned, turning sideways to examine yourself. “I look like I swallowed a beach ball.”

From the bed, Austin looked up from his book, his gaze softening as he took you in. He set the book aside and got up, crossing the room to stand behind you. His hands slid around your waist—well, as much as they could with the bump in the way—and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re not huge,” he said, his tone playful as his eyes danced with mischief. “You’re radiant.”

You rolled your eyes, still frowning at the mirror. “Radiant? Austin, I look like a science experiment gone wrong. My ankles are swollen, my back is killing me, and I haven’t seen my feet in weeks.”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re carrying our baby,” he murmured, his hands dropping to cradle your bump. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You snorted. “Sexy? I’m wearing mismatched pyjamas and haven’t shaved my legs in days.”

He turned you gently to face him, his eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and mischief. “Still sexy,” he said, trailing kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. “And for the record, I don’t think Bean cares about your legs.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound turning into a soft sigh as his hands moved to rub your lower back. “Fine,” you said, leaning into him. “You win this round.”

That wasn’t the only way Austin had been taking care of you. On nights when sleep felt impossible—when the baby seemed to think your bladder was a trampoline or your hips ached from the weight of it all—he’d do everything in his power to make you comfortable. One night, after watching you fidget and sigh for the fifth time in an hour, he rolled out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, steam followed him.

“Bath’s ready,” he announced, holding out his hand. “Come on.”

You let him guide you into the bathroom, the warm scent of lavender filling the air. The tub was filled just enough for you to soak without feeling like a beached whale. As you eased in, Austin climbed in behind you, his legs bracketing yours as his hands moved to rub your shoulders.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you murmured, leaning back against his chest.

“Of course I did,” he said, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You’re growing a whole human. The least I can do is help you take a load off.”

“Besides, I like taking care of you,” he replied simply, his hands moving to your bump as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

As his hands traced soothing circles over your belly, the two of you fell into an easy conversation about names. It had become a favourite topic of late, though you hadn’t settled on anything yet.

“What about Lori?” you suggested softly, tilting your head back to look at him. “If it’s a girl.”

Austin stilled for a moment, his eyes glistening as he met your gaze. “After my mom?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your hand covering his where it rested on your bump. “She meant so much to you. And I know she’d be proud of you, of us. It feels right.”

His throat worked as he swallowed hard, clearly trying to keep his emotions in check. “I think she’d love that,” he said finally, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

The moment stretched between you, warm and tender, until Bean decided to interrupt with a particularly enthusiastic kick. You both froze before bursting into laughter.

“Guess they like the name,” Austin said, grinning as he pressed his palm against the spot where the baby had kicked. “Hey, Bean. You’ve got good taste.”

As the weeks passed, the anticipation grew, but so did the love and humour that kept you both grounded.

*

The due date came and went without so much as a twinge of labour pains. You’d counted down the days on your calendar, convinced that by now you’d be holding your baby, but Bean had other plans. The doctor reassured you that everything looked fine and that it was perfectly normal for first babies to take their time—though they did mention that if nothing happened in another two weeks, they’d induce labour.

It wasn’t exactly the news you wanted to hear, especially since patience wasn’t exactly your strong suit. “Two weeks?” you groaned on the drive home, slumped in the passenger seat. “That feels like a lifetime.”

Austin, ever the optimist, glanced over with a calm smile. “Hey, your mom said she always went past her due date with you and your brothers. Maybe Bean’s just taking after you.”

You gave a dramatic sigh, though his hand finding yours on the armrest softened your mood. “If that’s the case, Bean owes me a big apology for making me this uncomfortable.”

“I’ll make sure they’re on their best behaviour when they get here,” Austin said with a wink, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss. “But for now, you’re stuck with me.”

As the days passed the news of your overdue baby had spread among your family and friends, and with it came an avalanche of unsolicited advice on how to speed things along. Your phone pinged with messages every few minutes, each suggestion more bizarre than the last.

“Your sister says I should try eating spicy food,” you told Austin one evening, scrolling through yet another message as you sat with your swollen feet propped up on the coffee table. “And my cousin swears by bouncing on a yoga ball.”

Austin, seated beside you with his guitar in hand, raised an eyebrow. “What about the one from your aunt? Didn’t she say something about pineapple?”

“Pineapple, acupuncture, castor oil... oh, and Claire suggested a long walk and warm baths.” You let out an exasperated sigh.

Austin chuckled, setting down his guitar and shifting closer. “Anything else?”

You hesitated, biting your lip as you scrolled through one particularly cheeky message. “Well, uh… Ashley had a suggestion that worked when she was pregnant with with Jupiter.”

“Oh, this should be good. What is it?” He grinned, giving you a playful nudge.

“She said… sex might help.” You glanced at him from under your lashes, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “Something about the hormones and stimulating labour.”

Austin’s grin turned downright devilish. “Now that’s advice I can get behind.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile at the way his hand slid to your belly, his thumb brushing slow, soothing circles. “It’s science,” you teased, leaning into his touch.

“Science, huh?” His voice dropped, the playful glint in his eyes turning into something softer. “Well, far be it from me to argue with science.”

Before you could reply, his lips were on yours—soft, warm, and filled with all the love and anticipation that had been building over the past nine months. He kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and for a moment, you forgot all about your swollen ankles and aching back.

You melted into the kiss, your fingers curling into his shirt as his hand slid around your back, pulling you closer. The warmth of his touch, the way his lips moved with yours—it was enough to make you forget, if only for a little while, the discomfort and impatience of these last few days.

When he pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath was warm against your lips. “You know,” he murmured, his voice a low hum, “I think science might be onto something.”

You laughed softly, the sound turning into a sigh as his hands traced gentle, soothing circles on your lower back. “You’re impossible,” you teased, though the fond smile on your face gave you away. “But fine. If you’re so dedicated to the cause, who am I to argue?”

His grin widened, and he leaned in to kiss you again, slower this time, his hands sliding to cradle your belly. “You and Bean,” he whispered, his voice thick with affection. “My whole world.”

Your heart swelled, and you reached up to cup his face, brushing your thumb along the curve of his cheek. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, your voice soft and full of emotion.

For a while, the two of you stayed like that—wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. The discomfort and impatience of waiting melted away in the warmth of his embrace, replaced by a sense of peace and quiet joy. In moments like this, it was easy to remember why you’d fallen in love with him in the first place: his unshakable optimism, his unwavering support, and the way he always managed to make you feel like the most important person in the room.

When you finally pulled away, your hands still resting on his shoulders, you couldn’t help but smile. “So, Mr Butler,” you said, your tone light but teasing, “what’s your next plan to convince Bean to make their grand entrance?”

He chuckled, his hands still cradling your belly. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve,” he said with a wink. “But first, I think we should start with a good night’s sleep. You need your rest, mama.”

You rolled your eyes but allowed him to help you up from the couch, his hands steady and sure as he guided you toward the bedroom. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right—you needed all the rest you could get. After all, Bean could decide to arrive at any moment, and you wanted to be ready.

As he tucked you into bed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Maybe tonight would be the night. Or maybe not. Either way, you knew you were in good hands—with Austin by your side, there was nothing you couldn’t handle together.

It was the middle of the night, two days before your scheduled induction, when you woke up feeling... off. At first, you thought it was just another bout of pregnancy discomfort—the kind you’d grown used to over the past few weeks. You shifted in bed, trying to find a position that didn’t make your back ache, but something was different this time. A dull, rhythmic sensation began to spread from your lower back to your belly, each wave stronger and sharper than the last.

“Austin,” you whispered, reaching over to shake his shoulder gently. “I think…”

He stirred with a soft groan, his hair a dishevelled mess as he blinked up at you, still caught in the haze of sleep. “What’s wrong?” His voice was thick with concern. “You okay?”

You nodded, though your breath hitched as another wave rolled through you, stealing your focus for a moment. “I think it’s starting,” you managed, your voice trembling.

It took him a moment to process your words, but when it clicked, he shot out of bed like someone had lit a fire under him. “It’s happening?” he asked, his voice pitching higher. “Like… happening happening?”

You nodded again, gripping his hand as the contraction gripped you. “Definitely happening.”

His reaction was instant and chaotic, a blur of nervous energy as he darted around the room. “Okay, hospital bag—where’s the hospital bag? Car seat’s in, phone’s charged—oh, wait, I need to call the doctor—”

“Aus.” Your voice was steady despite the pain, a small smile tugging at your lips as you watched his frantic motions. “Breathe.”

He stopped mid-step, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you with a sheepish grin. “Right. Breathing. Got it.”

The contractions were coming steadily now, but still far enough apart that the doctor advised waiting at home a little longer before heading to the hospital. Austin stayed glued to your side, his energy shifting from panicked to determined as he settled into a rhythm of supporting you. Every contraction was met with his steady voice, his warm hands on your back, and the constant reassurance that you were doing amazing.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his tone low and soothing as he rubbed circles over your lower back during another wave. “I’m so proud of you.”

You leaned into him, his presence a grounding force as the hours stretched on and the contractions grew stronger. He timed each one with the kind of precision that would’ve been comical if you weren’t so focused on riding out the pain. At one point, you caught him muttering countdowns under his breath, and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“Relax, Coach Butler,” you teased faintly when the contraction passed, your voice breathless but fond. “I’m not running a marathon.”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re doing something way more badass than that.”

When the time finally came to leave for the hospital, Austin was at your side in an instant, helping you into the car as though you were made of glass. “You know I’m not going to break, right?” you teased, though your voice hitched as another contraction tightened your belly.

His gaze softened, his hand brushing your cheek as he murmured, “You’re carrying my whole world. I’m not taking any chances.”

The drive to the hospital was a blur of flashing streetlights and the steady pressure of his hand holding yours. He murmured soft words of encouragement every time a contraction hit, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your skin. The excitement and nerves hung in the air between you, tangible and electric, but through it all, his love and steady presence anchored you.

By the time you arrived, you were ready—ready to meet the little person who had turned your world upside down in the most wonderful way.

The hospital was a flurry of activity as soon as you arrived, the nurses greeting you warmly as they guided you to a room. Austin stayed glued to your side, his hand firmly in yours as they asked you questions and hooked you up to monitors. The rhythmic sound of Bean’s heartbeat filled the room, steady and strong, and it was enough to ease some of your nerves.

“You’re doing great,” Austin murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead. His voice was calm, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened every time you grimaced through a contraction.

Labour was a whirlwind—hours that felt both endless and fleeting, a blur of pain, anticipation, and the steady presence of Austin by your side. He held your hand through every contraction, his voice calm and reassuring as he reminded you to breathe, even when you were ready to throw the ice chips at him.

“Doing great, baby,” he said, his hand brushing damp hair from your forehead. “Almost there.”

You gave him a look that could’ve melted steel, the pain sharp and unrelenting. “You say that one more time…” you panted, gripping his hand hard enough to make him wince.

“Noted,” he replied with a lopsided grin, "I’ll file that under ‘things not to say to a woman in labour.’" Though he didn’t flinch as your grip tightened again with the next contraction.

Hours later, when the time finally came to push, everything else faded into the background. The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all you could focus on was the determination to meet the tiny person who had been growing inside you for the past nine months. Austin’s voice was a constant, grounding you when the pain threatened to overwhelm.

It was his strength, his unwavering presence, that carried you through the final moments. “You’re so close,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can see the head.”

With one final, all-consuming effort, a sharp cry filled the room, cutting through the haze of pain and exhaustion. The world seemed to stop for a moment as the doctor lifted a tiny, wriggling figure into view.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor announced, their voice warm with joy as they placed her on your chest.

Time seemed to slow, her cries quieting the moment she felt your warmth. She was perfect—tiny fingers, a button nose, and a head full of fair hair that reminded you so much of Austin. Your heart swelled to the point of bursting as you traced her features with trembling fingers.

“Hi, Bean,” you whispered, tears spilling freely now. “Hi, baby girl.”

Austin leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hand rested gently on hers. You both sat there for a moment, the world fading away as you took in the miracle between you. It was Austin who broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “Lori,” he said, his eyes meeting yours. “If you’re still okay with it… I think it’s perfect.”

You nodded, your voice too thick with emotion to speak. You glanced down at her, stroking her soft cheek. “Hi, Lori,” you whispered. “Welcome to the world.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. The love in his gaze was enough to undo you all over again. “She’s so tiny,” you said, your voice breaking. “And she’s ours.”

“She’s ours,” he echoed, his voice no more than a whisper.

The minutes that followed were a haze of firsts: the weight of her in your arms, her tiny hand curling instinctively around Austin’s finger, the soft, exhausted smiles you exchanged as the world outside the delivery room faded away.

When the nurse came to take Lori for her first check-up, Austin hesitated, his hand lingering protectively on her tiny head. “You’ll bring her right back, right?” he asked, his voice laced with both awe and worry.

The nurse smiled. “We won’t be far, Dad. She’s perfect, by the way.”

As Lori was carried out of the room, Austin sank into the chair beside your bed, his head falling into his hands. You reached for him, your fingers brushing his wrist. “Hey,” you said softly. “You okay?”

He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed but filled with a quiet, overwhelming joy. “I just… I can’t believe she’s here,” he said, his voice trembling. “She’s real. And she’s ours.”

You smiled, your own exhaustion forgotten as you reached for his hand. “She’s everything, isn’t she?”

He nodded, leaning in to kiss you, his lips lingering on yours for a moment that felt like it could stretch forever. “You’re the strongest person I know,” he murmured against your skin, his forehead resting against yours. “Thank you for her.”

You looked up at him, your chest tight with love and exhaustion. “We made her together,” you murmured, your fingers lacing with his. “She’s all of us.”

When they returned with Lori swaddled in a soft blanket, Austin reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he cradled her for the first time. The way he looked at her—his gaze full of wonder and tenderness—made your breath catch.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over her tiny hand. “I’m your dad.”

You couldn’t look away. Seeing Austin holding Lori—his large hands supporting her tiny body as he murmured soft, loving words—solidified everything you’d been through together. It wasn’t just love; it was the kind of connection that grounded you, that made everything you’d ever dreamed of feel possible. This was your family, built on a foundation of unwavering devotion and joy.

“She looks so much like you already,” Austin said, glancing up at you with a watery smile. “Same little nose, same pout. She’s beautiful.”

“She already has you wrapped around her finger,” you teased softly, though your voice was thick with emotion.

Austin looked up, his expression unapologetic. “Completely,” he admitted with a small, wobbly smile. “She’s got me for life.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur of exhaustion and wonder. You eventually dozed off for a little while, but when you woke, the sight before you took your breath away: Austin was still cradling Lori in his arms, his head bent as he whispered to her.

“I can’t wait to show you the world,” he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. “We’re going to have so many adventures, baby girl.”

You blinked back tears as you watched him, the love in his voice resonating deeply within you. If you had any doubts before, they were gone now. This was everything you had ever wanted, everything you had dreamed of, and so much more.

Austin glanced up and caught your gaze, his lips curving into the softest smile. He came over, settling beside you on the bed, and placed Lori gently in your arms. Together, you stared down at her, drinking in every tiny detail as the weight of the moment settled over you. It was a beginning—a brand-new chapter, a fresh adventure. And you couldn’t wait to live it.

[pxnsneverland]

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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[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!

[tommydarlings]

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.

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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.

🚨 Depraved Smut 🚨 sheltered reader • first crush •curios reader 18+ •coercion • abuse of trust • manipulation • unexperienced reader • physical exploration • edging • fingering • size training • size kink• oral on fem• gentle (as possible) P in V • multiple orgasms •pull out •aftercare 🔗Master List

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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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