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shegatsby · 10 months ago

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Love Thy Enemy

Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

A/N; Couldn't wait, I had to post it lol. I hope you'll like it. Sorry for any typos. TAG LIST IS OPEN!!!!!! (Reader has a lover and Feyd's going to find out lol 😉😉😉) Don't forget to leave a comment.

Warnings; None. Female Bene Gesserit Reader x Feyd-Rautha, enemies to lovers! reader is reffered to as she/her.

Words; 2.417K

Chapter 3

Chapter Two ‘’Forcibles’’

The boy with pure eyes had grown into a tall muscular man with menace in his orbits. ‘’May I?’’ he asked not leaving his gaze from Pyramus, it wasn’t a request, it was an order and Pyramus who was coming from a small house couldn’t say no. Without a word he let go of Y/N, she felt empty. She was about to object, maybe excuse herself to rest but Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen acted quickly, like a snake he placed his hand on the small of her back and held her hand, she had no choice but to place her hand on his tense shoulder. His eyes so blue, ‘’How long has it been?’’ he asked, his boy voice was gone and classical Harkonnen tone made its home. Manly. ‘’I truly don’t remember.’’ She replied with a flat tone, couldn’t do anything but let him lead the dance. It had been only a minute and Y/N had every information she needed;

Predator

Dominant

Show off

His grip was strong, maybe he was sending a clear message to other houses. Y/N didn’t want to care but her Bene Gesserit training made it impossible not to care. ‘’You wound me.’’ He mocked. He was much taller than Pyramus. She had to look up to meet his icy blue gaze. Y/N noticed the looks they got, a Harkonnen is dancing with an Atreides…. Outrageous.

‘’I see you become a witch like your mother.’’ His tongue was a whip, was he trying to get a reaction out of her?

‘’I’ve heard you become a beast.’’ She was quick to answer, she felt the grip on her back tightened. Did she stroke a nerve? Good.

‘’If we were in Giedi Prime I would have your tongue.’’ He was amused and it made her more angry, ‘’Proves my point.’’

She noticed Irulan and Paul’s questioning look, they seemed shocked and concerned for Y/N. She gave them a small smile.

She felt like a black cobra snake swallowing her whole, Feyd-Rautha made sure to press her close to him, he wasn’t gentle like Pyramus, she looked but couldn’t see him, ‘’Looking for someone?’’ he sounded annoyed, Y/N heard how his mood changes quickly and she didn’t have time for an ugly scene. ‘’My friends. I assume you’re not familiar with the concept.’’ She thought maybe detesting Harkonnens were genetic. Feyd laughed hard which attracted stares around them, they were mostly concerned for Y/N Atreides. Up close, for a split second she saw that innocent boy but he disappeared.

The music ended and she excused herself, before she left Na-Baron grabbed her wrist, she turned in shock, what was he doing? He leaned and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand, the kiss felt so soft she couldn’t believe it was coming from Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. She bowed in courtesy and got away from his grip, she could feel his icy blue orbits on her back, stabbing her.

Irulan came to chat with her, ‘’What was that about?’’ Irulan didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention but she wasn’t the only one who witnessed that. ‘’What do you mean?’’ Y/N asked drinking her champagne, cold liquid made her more relaxed, ‘’Feyd-Rautha ate you with his eyes.’’ Irulan signed with her hands, didn’t want pointy ears to hear. ‘’He is an intense man. That’s all.’’ She signed back.

The night was too long for Y/N’s liking. Since she was a lady she had to stand by her family and talk to other houses about spice, politics, etc. She needed some air.

Y/N chose a balcony at the back, front ones were occupied, she inhaled deeply, her hands on the stone railings, ‘’Here you are.’’ Pyramus’s soft voice made her calm. They hugged, he immediately tried to kiss her but Y/N had to be careful, she moved her head and Pyramus’s thin lips landed on her cheek. He huffed in annoyance, ‘’How long we have to hide in the shadows?’’ he loved to whine. ‘’Soon I shall tell my family.’’ Y/N kept mustering up her courage and loosing it the last minute. It wasn’t going to be easy. Pyramus held her hands, ‘’Be mine, they can’t say anything then.’’

‘’I’m already yours.’’ She was confused,

‘’Be mine… fully.’’ His dark eyes looking for answers. ‘’Oh,’’ Y/N understood. ‘’I don’t know. We should head back.’’ She changed the topic. Before she could leave Pyramus didn’t let go of her hands, ‘’Think about it, please.’’

Y/N Atreides could hear the whispers; ‘’Did you see?’’

‘’Poor girl.’’

‘’They seemed a perfect match, how odd.’’

‘’Na-Baron seems interested…’’

She only held her head high, pretended like she was deaf. Long night came to an end, she felt so tired running from unwanted company, the Harkonnen boy. Her father had to talk to them, Y/N managed to ignore them.

Tossing and turning in her bed with questions in her busy mind she bolted to her feet. The palace was quiet, guests were fast asleep. Y/N wanted to talk to someone, someone who would understand.. she wore her white satin robe and left her bed chamber. Her family were staying at the guest wing, she knew Paul would be awake. Her footsteps echoed in the empty halls, glowglobes were on the walls, giving a dim light to the corridors, her Bene Gesserit training made her stop, someone was following her, she calmed her mind.

‘’Why so hasty?’’ a rough voice echoed behind her back. She turned to face the owner of the voice. Feyd-Rautha.

‘’I could ask you the same thing, my Na-Baron.’’ Her heart beat got faster as he approached hands in his back. His manner was predatory, observing his prey. His tunic was thin and loose, ‘’Why are you wandering so late at night, little dove?’’ pet name made her blood rise but she had to keep her calm. ‘’I don’t see why it is-‘’ he was circling her now, ‘’your business.’’ Feyd came to stop in front of her which made her look up to meet his eyes. He liked having the height advantage, he could sense her fear, so delicious. ‘’Witches and their secrets…’’ he leaned and whispered to her face, his breath hot. Y/N wanted to run away and hide from him but something in her told her that no matter what he would find her.

‘’I’m good at revealing secrets.’’ His left hand rose, his forefinger tracing her arm covered in satin, both of them felt the electricity. His eyes travelled on her chest and find their place on her eyes again. ‘’How is Pyramus?’’

Y/N had to be extremely careful, or her house’s honor could be at stake. ‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about Na-baron.’’ Her tone flat yet Feyd noticed her posture change. As if she was going into a trial by combat. Deep down he wondered how would it feel to be loved like this, he could feel the rise of jealousy… a member of an insignificant house could achieve her love so easily? No. he would not allow it. A sinister plan ran in his dark mind.

She wanted to wipe that arrogant smile on his face, ‘’I shall bid you good night.’’ With that she headed back to her room. Whenever she wanted to open up about Pyramus something would stop her…

When the morning came with its shiny sun and fresh smell of flowers she was having breakfast with her family. Padishah Emperor Shaddam made majority of the house leave and announced that after breakfast he would announce his decision.

‘’You seem upset my love, is everything all right?’’ Duke Leto asked gently, she hadn’t touched the food on her golden plate, she looked around, no one but her family. ‘’I’m in love with someone.’’ She unraveled, feeling the years of burden leaving her delicate shoulders. Leto and Paul were smiling but her mother’s face didn’t move a muscle. ‘’Who is the lucky gentleman?’’ Leto asked, ‘’Pyramus, from house-‘’

Jessica cut her short, ‘’That house?! Have you lost your mind?’’ Jessica knew that Reverend Mother had something else planned for Y/N. Bene Gesserit has been working for this union for years. ‘’Let’s not lose our temper.’’ Leto warned Jessica with a calm tone. ‘’They are a small house, it is true. If he is good enough for my daughter he is good enough for us.’’ He finished. ‘’Excuse me.’’ Everyone thought Jessica was leaving in anger but she was about to send a message to Reverend Mother an change the whole course of Y/N’s future.

Harkonnens were having breakfast together, Feyd-Rautha was so fed up with his obese uncle’s eating that he lost his appetite. Rabban was in his normal self, quiet and tense. ‘’I wonder who will be the princess’s husband.’’ Rabban said curiously, was he hoping? Feyd-Rautha was seated away from them, watching them like a hawk. He knew well that Shaddam would never take that risk, to send his one and only daughter to the hellhole called Giedi Prime? Not in a million years. ‘’One way or another he has to satisfy us.’’ Their uncle spoke with full mouth, Feyd had to look away, he could feel his bile coming up to his throat. He drank his wine to suppress. ‘’What do you think uncle?’’ Rabban asked, he kept trying to impress their uncle and failed miserably. Baron’s fat fingers were shiny with the bacon’s juice he was eating, ‘’I believe we won’t leave until we get something.’’

Their Mentat Piter de Vrives knocked on the door and walked in, ‘’My Baron, Emperor is expecting you and your nephews to the throne room.’’

Baron laughed, ‘’We shall be there.’’

The throne room was packed with lords and ladies that remained, including Reverend Mother Helen. Y/N didn’t remember seeing her last night’s ball. Strange. Y/N Atreides and her family arrived early, Padishah Emperor Shaddam spoke with her father Duke Leto in private. Behind the golden throne there was a door which opened to a small room where Shaddam’s office took place. When Duke Leto came back his face held grim, he refused to look at anyone but the Emperor, was that resentment? Emperor was seated on his golden throne which had colorful ornaments, on his right much smaller and silver throne was placed and Irulan was sitting on it. Looking like a statue, she was a strong woman. Reverend Mother was at Shaddam’s left, whispering into his ear. She was covered in black, just like Harkonnens.

Y/N noticed how old Shaddam got, every child at one point in their lives come to the realization of their parents’ old age. Emperor was a second father to her, a sudden whip to her heart she focused her eyes on the floor to prevent herself from crying. In order to keep her racing mind busy she looked around to see the remained houses. Pyramus was right there, she waved at her and Y/N waved back. He had a colorful suit, just like his personality. Pyramus and other low class houses were on the left side of the room, other old and powerful houses were on the right. Everyone watched the way Harkonnens entered, they were the last one to arrive. Baron Vladimir was a man of show off, he loved to show his power given any chance. Baron was at the front, Rabban and Feyd following behind, when Y/N saw Feyd-Rautha, her mind immediately went to last night’s events.

‘’Does he know me and Pyramus?’’ to be the first one to reveal the secret she had to tell it to her family this morning but she wasn’t sure anymore. All day Pyramus was after her asking how they reacted, she felt overwhelmed.

She wanted to be brave so Y/N watched them stand close to Atreides, Feyd-Rautha wasn’t shy of eye contact, as usual he was wearing his black suit, with his boots he looked much taller. Y/N watched him eye her up and down, she was wearing a dark blue dress, her arms and neck covered in dark blue laces, her head was tightly rounded like a ball on her head, a thin silver tiara was placed. She kept her posture high, she wasn’t going to shrink because of a Harkonnen, even though Feyd looked as if he could disintegrate her with his shiny blue eyes.

Shaddam rose to his feet, his regal robe sweeping the floor, ‘’Thank you for waiting so patiently,’’ everyone were focused, eager to hear his decision. ‘’I have decided that it was due time to choose a life partner for my one and only daughter. After last night I have consulted my daughter Irulan and the young gentleman that I choose is,’’ Y/N could feel the tension in the room, she slightly observed the room and Shaddam’s subjects were focused on him but one person. Feyd-Rautha, his snake eyes kept finding Y/N. Why did he look like he knew something that Y/N didn’t?

‘’Paul Atreides, from house Atreides.’’ Applauses could be heard, Y/N got positive energy from them last night so she wasn’t wrong. Irulan was her sister and Paul her brother, she knew that they would make each other happy. Paul walked to princes Irulan to kiss her hand. ‘’The wedding shall happen tomorrow.’’ The applauses died down, ‘’If you have no objections or requests you may be dismissed.’’ Shaddam announced, Y/N couldn’t wait to be left alone with Irulan and listen every detail.

‘’Emperor!’’ a man’s strong voice echoed in the throne room, ‘’I have a request.’’ Y/N turned to see Feyd-Rautha leaving his spot and slowly approaching to stand in the middle of the room, ‘’Come forth young Harkonnen.’’

Y/N had a bad feeling, this whole thing look staged, she turned to see her family’s reaction. Duke Leto, again, trying so hard to avoid her, Lady Jessica smiled at her. Y/N was puzzled, ‘’This is for the best.’’ She signed to her daughter.

Feyd-Rautha did what Shaddam said, before he knelt in front of the Emperor he gave a last look to her.

‘’What is it that you request?’’ Shaddam’s calmness irritated Y/N.

‘’Since you raised her as one of your own it is best to ask your permission,’’ Feyd paused to get more reaction from his spectators, his head was down but after that pause he tilted his head and look into Shaddam’s eyes. Shaddam had never seen such power in a young boy before. Baron did a great job.

‘’I demand Lady Y/N Atreides’s hand in marriage.’’

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blurredcolour · 2 years ago

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Maybe I'm Amazed

Summary: Finding your soulmate, Austin Butler, has forever changed everything for both of you. Priorities, desires, focuses…navigating this world shift with an inescapable gravitational pull between the pair of you leads to some desperate measures.

Sequel to More Than Words.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Gender Neutral – Soulmate AU

Warnings: Language, Discussion of The Power of the Universe, Reader With A Disability, Vanity Fair 2023 Hollywood Issue Photo Shoot, Mature/Explicit Themes [Manual stimulation m/f receiving, Oral stimulation m/f receiving] – 18+ Only.

Credit: @karamelcoveredolicity [it would not let me pull it up the usual way, Jo, I am so sorry]

Author’s Note: First off, special dedication (and all the blame) to the @elvisabutler and the folks at Vanity Fair for the brain rot the photos and videos that dropped today brought over me. I was possessed and had to get this out of my head ASAP!

Full disclosure I am a non-disabled person and part of this is written from the point-of-view of a person with a disability. I do not share this life experience but have done my best to use neutral terms and to portray a human being who struggles with a negative inner voice – something I think is common across the spectrum of humanity. Please do not hesitate to reach out to me if you find any aspect concerning, I am happy to adjust as needed. Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 2788

Song Suggestion: Maybe I’m Amazed – Paul McCartney

A series of knocks and your cousin’s voice calling your name through the door pulls your attention from the man before you and you frown softly, holding up a finger to beg for a moment.

Austin presses a soft kiss to your temple before easily reaching to unlock and open the door to reveal not only your concerned cousin, but a curious Baz Luhrmann and his frantic looking assistant.

“There you are! Are you ok?!”

“Aus, hey. Everything ok?”

“Mr. Butler, we have a new toast prepared and everyone is waiting.”

A wall of speech floods the previously intimate space, and you somehow feel naked in front of the three of them. Austin’s voice wraps around you comfortingly as he speaks again, and you look up to him softly.

“I have to do this, and you really need new clothes. Are you free tomorrow? I have some things but would you like to come and then we can take care of my arm?” He murmurs quietly and you nod enthusiastically. “But before I lose you again, I need your number.” He insists firmly.

Aware of the assistant’s petulant huff, and your cousin’s curious glances, you pull out your phone and quickly exchange info with him. You wish you could stop staring at him as though he was personally responsible for the sun rising every morning and setting every night, but the awe his presence instilled within you was overwhelming. He glanced at you as the assistant tried to spur him towards his waiting duty and his face softened immediately.

Turning his back on the entire room, shielding you from them as much as possible, he cradled your face and planted a chaste but warm kiss on your lips in parting.

“I will see you tomorrow, ok?”

You nodded softly, pressing your humming lips together, watching him as he followed Baz and his assistant. After one particularly vicious yank on your arm you finally turned to look at your cousin. After one glance at you, their eyes widened, and a crow of triumph erupted from deep inside them.

“I TOLD you it would happen. Oh my god, come on we have to get you ready for tomorrow.”

It was something so sweet, so new, that you wanted to hold it close and take it to your room to sit with it quietly for a while. To savour it all yourself. To enjoy the fact that he had texted you three times since you had left the party. But the moment you walked into the house, your cousin had dramatically made the announcement like some sort of town crier and you had barely been permitted time to shower and change before spending the rest of the evening fielding questions and being treated to a run down of every scrap of information the cousins found about him online.

When, at last, one of the more rational and senior family members convinced everyone to let you go to bed, you curled up with your phone to read over his messages again, replying to the latest one, confirming the address where he could pick you up at ten the next morning. You were too excited to sleep deeply, constantly replaying every second you had shared together thus far, or speculating on what your day would be like together…your future…Every time you remembered that he had not run in fear at your inability to speak, your heart swelled a little more until you were worried it might burst and your cause of death would be listed as an absurd level of joy.

While grateful for the collective wardrobe and advice the next morning, you could not make it out of the house fast enough. You were fairly aching to be back with Austin…just Austin…He’d been in your physical presence for a sum total of twenty minutes and had somehow become a basic biological need. The vision of him leaning against the waiting town car at the curb outside your relatives’ house eased that pressure somewhat, but it was not until he pulled you into his embrace and pressed his plush lips to yours that you felt at peace once more.

“Mornin’” He murmured softly against your lips, and you mouthed the word in kind, shivering at the feel of your tender flesh sliding against his. “Missed you…” He sighed and pressed his lips to yours again firmly, pulling you flush against him.

This time, in the absence of champagne-soaked clothing, you allowed him to mould the form of your body against the lean planes of his, shuddering as the heat of him soaked through the fabric of your outfit. The distance whoops of your family members, muffled behind the glass of the living room window, yanked you back into reality and you pulled back to bow your head sheepishly.

You could feel him stretch up an arm, the ripple of his muscles as he waved a greeting to the people collected there, and looked up to see his lip secured beneath his teeth. His cheeks were also notably pink.

“We should go.” He chuckled ruefully and opened the door, gesturing for you to slide in first.

After the pair of you were safely seated, the driver pulled out, and headed towards Austin’s previously scheduled obligation.

“So I have an interview and photo shoot for…well I think they’re saying six hours but it might be longer. I’m sorry if you find it boring but I just wanted to be with you…” He looked at you guiltily, but a gentle smile stretched across his lips as you took his hand, lacing your fingers through his.

– Me too – You replied via your screen reader app, and he pressed his lips to your temple softly.

“Then I found a great tattoo artist who can fit me in this evening.” He shrugged when you looked up at him startled. “I didn’t want to wait any longer than I had to…I…It’s really, really important and I...”

You cut off the rest of his rambling excuses with a kiss, sighing warmly against his mouth as his palms framed your face, his fingers cupped the sides of your head. There was a infectious and dangerous electricity between you, one that had you tilting your head to slot your mouth tighter to his, had him parting his lips to lick at the seam of yours, had your tongues eagerly sliding along one another. It threatened to consume the pair of you, tempted you to spend the entire day exploring your own personal gift from the universe.

Unfortunately, calling in ‘found-my-soulmate’ was not an option. The car pulled up to Milk Studio and the door opened on Austin’s side with a rush of air that reminded the pair of you that you were in public. You licked at your kiss-swollen lips as you followed him inside one of the large buildings where there were racks of clothes and hundreds of pairs of shoes. Armed guards stood around trays of expensive, glittering jewellery, and celebrities mingled and greeted one another.

If not for Austin’s hand warmly cradling yours, you would have turned tail and run, so out of place you felt. Sensing your hesitancy, he slid his arm around your waist, nestling you against his side as he introduced you proudly as his soulmate, encouraging you to dig out your phone and participate in the conversation. The remarkable, recognizable individuals were warm and kind, but the situation was nevertheless overwhelming. Once Austin was snagged by a stylist, he was sure to find you a chair nearby, and you could not help but watch in fascination as they transformed his already handsome features into something a little more dangerous…more striking…

Eyeliner, hair gel, subtle things that combined with the wardrobe to make the room feel remarkably warmer. They dressed him for the group shot first, in a completely see-through, sheer shirt with a jacket draped over his shoulders. You watched from behind the camera as they placed him behind the cocktail table, to be in the centre of the shot once the rest of the individual portraits were collected and digitally overlaid. An auspicious placement, you vaguely noted above the buzzing in your brain as it short circuited at the image he presented…no, commanded…before the camera.

He was an entirely different being, and you were quite convinced that if you had been born with the ability to speak, the part of his lips and look in his eyes would have robbed that from you. Chewing your lips raw, you did your best to disappear in the crowd behind the camera. Taking deep breaths, you could feel your nostrils flaring like a race horse as you tried your level best to slow your racing heart. As his blue eyes pinned you in place with a heated gaze, you were immediately aware of your failure to not draw attention to yourself, but you were also certain your heart had stopped beating…so at least it was no longer racing?

You swallowed raggedly, licking at your raw lips and tugging at your fingers nervously as he homed in on you, targeted you with those ruthlessly erotic looks as the photographer showered him with praise. And then suddenly it was over. The photographer was thanking him for his hard work and he was smiling brightly, in his usual boyish way, and the tension in the room evaporated. The tension deep within you however…

“Did you find that interesting?” Austin purred into your ear, making you jump as his hand came to rest against your lower back.

You nodded quickly, looking down to avoid his gaze.

“Well we’re just getting started, come along…” He chuckled lowly and guided you back to wardrobe where they changed him into a white wifebeater, pleather overcoat, and a set of new necklaces.

You watched raptly as the hairstylist ran her fingers through his slicked-back hair to loosen his curls, chewing the inside of your cheek at the bitter taste of jealousy as you wanted nothing more than to anchor your fingers there while you devoured his mouth…You shook your head violently to clear it as he called your name, standing with a hand offered to you.

Quickly taking it, you followed him through the interconnected hallway into another, smaller studio.

“You doing ok?” He asked softly when you had a spare moment and you nodded with a bright smile.

He glanced around, seeing everyone was occupied with setting up the next shot before he stole a quick kiss. Somewhat stunned, you stumbled out of the way of the crew as they set up. They took a few shots of him in the hall before setting him up at a small booth. After a lighting reset, there were more sultry looks, and the jacket was opened…the sleeves pushed up…

Your own sleeves were pushed up as you were feel increasingly warm, taking gulps of air as you felt caught in the crosshairs of whatever arousing weapon he was wielding. And then they brought out the napkins. They set the table with a vase of real roses, and he began to fold the pink crinkly paper into a rose. You gaped in wonder as it seemed impossible at first, but he confidently talked his way through it and the end result was fairly impressive.

“And then you can just, you hide it. And then like, come here.” He slid the folded paper rose between his legs beneath the table top and beckoned at you with the fingers of his left hand. “Like actually come here. Come here. Talkin’ to you.” He pointed at you and your eyes shot wide. “Come here.” You shook your head violently, so violently that the sharp edges of the room blurred a little, and you held out the palm of your hand in silent refusal. He chuckled under his breath and pointed to the cameraman beside you. “You wanna come?”

Damn him. Damn this man with long elegant fingers that could make such a fragile medium into something so beautiful, who could narrate the steps in that baritone with choice words like “come” and phrases like “get in there”. And yet his hands were shaking. And yet he was insufferably adorable and sweet. An intolerable juxtaposition put upon this earth just to torture you.

They had him made two more roses, by which point you were endlessly fidgeting in your seat, beyond convinced that your underwear was beyond saving.

“We’re a little behind schedule, Mr. Butler, but Katy Rich should be in to do the interview in the next twenty minutes. We appreciate your patience.”

“No not at all, thank you all.” He smiled graciously before beckoning you over once again.

A glance around convinced you that the cameras were, if not in the process of, packed up, and you walked over to sit next to him in the leather booth.

“You…You have been enjoying yourself haven’t you…” He whispered against your ear and you tensed at the feel of his facial hair against your sensitive skin and the truth of his words.

One arm snaked around your waist, trapping you firmly against his side, as his free hand came to rest on your thigh. Quietly, he watched the crew collect their things and empty from the studio before he lunged into action and pulled you into the washroom at the back of the space. He grasped your hips, lifting you to sit on the stone slab countertop before reaching back to lock the door.

“Very, very soon I am going to explore and indulge myself in every inch of your skin. But for right now, I am going to solve the crisis that I have created between your thighs. Sorry about that.” He pouted penitently and you narrowed your eyes in response.

“You don’t believe me?” He pressed a hand to his chest, feigning a wound and you glanced at your watch pointedly before hauling him down for a hungry kiss.

He had made promises, and his use of the word ‘crisis’ had not been terribly far from the truth of the situation. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him tightly to your body to rut against him needily, earning a soft groan from him.

His tongue thrust past your lips hungrily, slick muscle stroking along yours as his hips rocked against the source of your pleasure, making you buck needily. He pulled back from your lips, chest heaving as he looked down at you heatedly.

“Do you want this?” He asked huskily, pupils dilating visibly as you nodded breathlessly. His tongue ran along his teeth as his hands busied themselves with exposing your lower half, cupping you through your underwear. “Fuck…” He breathed, pressing his face to your neck as he felt your arousal. “You hid the extent of this well…we still need to work on your poker face though…” He hissed as you grabbed two handfuls of his ass, unable to tease him verbally so you settled for the next best thing.

Stripping your underwear, he quickly set it aside before those dextrous fingers turned their talents to the pliant source of your pleasure, making you inhale viciously and buck sharply into his touch. Austin pulled back, eyes ricocheting across your features, ravenously drinking in the way your face contorted in pleasure as your head fell back against the mirror.

“Holy shit…” He breathed. “I need to taste you right now…” He finished with a growl, suddenly dropping to his knees in pants that you were certain cost thousands of dollars.

The thought of hauling him up off the floor was swept away by the feel of his lips and tongue, surrounded by a halo of rasping facial hair, on the source of your pleasure. You writhed helplessly as his hands pinned your hips to the cold stone of the countertop as he sucked and licked and nipped, a pleasure elevated by the shimmering flames of your celestial bond. You kicked out into the air behind his shoulder, wrung your hands through his already tousled curls, and arched your back violently as your body happily gave him the satisfaction of your first climax at his behest.

You were left a quivering, damp, breathless mess – stripped of all sense and logic. You reached out to him helplessly, sighing deeply as he quickly gathered you close into a warm embrace, tears flooding your eyes. The gentle press of his lips to your cheeks alerted you to the fact that they were stealing down your face and your lips twitched into an affectionate smile at his tenderness.

“I’ve got you…” He murmured softly and while you kissed him firmly in gratitude, you were already plotting how you would get him back.

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butlervibesonly · 8 days ago

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𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑒 | Austin Burler

• SUMMARY: Ashley, Austin’s sister, is checking up on her soon to be sister in law, and on her brother too before their wedding, to find out they’re both nervous wreck’s and, well… So made for each other.

• PAIRING: Austin Butler x female reader + Austin’s sister is included 🥰

• WARNINGS: nothing just fluff and most cute nervousness before wedding, maybe typos

“Oh my gosh, Y/n!” you hear Ashley gasp. You're counting down the last minutes until the ceremony. By now, your friends, who helped you with your dress and makeup, also had to get ready, so you were alone in your room. “You look absolutely gorgeous, Y/n!”

You fix some details on your dress, smiling at Ashley who also looks so beautiful in her dress. “Thank you, Ash.” As Ashley comes closer to you, she helps to adjust your veil. “How are you feeling?” she asks, noticing the nervousness in your eyes.

"Honestly?” you sigh. “I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest. I’m so nervous. What if... what if something goes wrong? What if I mess up, or he realizes—" Before you can even finish this sentence, Ashley stops you.

"Whoa, slow down. Let me stop you right there. First of all, nothing is going to go wrong, alright? And second you’re marrying my brother and he loves you. Like, completely, unconditionally, can’t-stop-talking-about-you loves you."

You laugh softly and nervously “He does talk a lot, doesn’t he?" Ashley nods while taking your hands in hers. "Oh, trust me, nonstop. He’s been like this since the day he met you. You should hear him when you’re not around. You’re his world, Y/n. And I’ve never seen him so happy."

Ashley’s words make your eyes filled with tears. You can’t believe you’re here, few minutes before marrying the man of your dreams forever. “Really?” you smile surprisingly at her.

“I wouldn’t joke about this. You’re everything he ever wanted. And trust me — this day is the day he always dreamed about.” Ashley was like your sister since the day one. She supports you in everything and loves you like you have always been the part of family.

“I just... don’t want to let him down, you know.”

“You won’t. Just be yourself as you are always “, Y/n, and this day will be perfect. You’ve got this, okay? And we all love you not only him!” Her hands are on your shoulders as he is looking into your eyes - with those eyes that are so familiar to Austin’s.

“Woah, thank you... really. You guys are the best thing that could ever happen to me.” you say, relieved. Ashley wraps her arms around you to pull you into a gentle hug as she doesn’t want to ruin your beautiful dress.

“Anytime. You’ll be part of family after all,” you two giggle. “Now, take another deep breath, and you will make my brother the luckiest man alive in any second.” she says and before she leaves, she turns in the door. “But first let me check on him,” she smirks making you laugh.

As Ashley knocks on her brother’s room, walking in she sees Austin adjusting his tie in the mirror. “Knock, knock. How’s the groom doing?” Austin lets out a breath, running a hand through his “Oh, you know... I’m so nervous. Like I have never been.”

Ashley smiles widely, remembering you told her the exact same thing. “Yea, definitely soulmates…” she murmurs, coming closer to help Austin with his tie. “What was that?” Austin asks as he didn’t understand what Ashley said.

“Oh, nothing. Just confirming what I already knew. You two are perfect for each other.” she replies and is done with his tie. Austin sits down on the bed with a deep sight. “I just... I don’t want to mess this up, you know? She’s everything to me. What if—“

“Nope. Don’t even go there. Listen to me, you’re not going to mess anything up, okay? You are over the heels about Y/n since the day one, do you know how I know?” Ashley looks at her brother as he furrows his eyebrows, waiting for what she wants to tell him.

“Because you never stop talking about Y/n, Austin. I’ve never seen you happier over anyone else like this. She’s good for you. And more importantly, you’re good for her. She loves you just as much as you love her, maybe even more-.

Austin smiles softly, taking notes of what Ashley says. “So stop worrying. She’s walking down that aisle because she wants to. All you have to do is be there, say 'I do,' and try not to cry much."

“No, no… Absolutely no promises on the crying part.” Austin says, pointing at the emergency tissue in his pocket. Ashley laughs, and as Austin stand up, they both hug,

“Remember, Aus, you’ve got this. You’re her everything, her friend, her partner in crime, her future husband. Now take a deep breath and let’s go make her Mrs. Butler.” Austin nods and as the clocks ticks the time of the ceremony, that is where your future begins. Your future as Mr. and Mrs. Butler.

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words: 7,823 ship: austin butler x female reader rating: R (for violence) summary: obviously inspo is coming from seeing bikeriders and this image and my extensive knowledge of sons of anarchy. you don't have to watch that show to read this, but it takes place in that sort of universe, with inspo from the show *u* just wanted biker austin x you notes: feel free to visit my austin masterlist warnings: none, but check the rating.

Every time Austin thinks he knows exactly who you are, you throw him through a wash cycle on steroids. You came back to Charming, a place you said you’d never step foot in again, for what? It’s certainly not for fucking him, that’s for damn sure. As much as he loves you, still after all this time, Austin knows you have to be running away from something…because running towards what you want with full abandon has never been your strong suit.

And you’re certainly not returning to St. Thomas for the great fucking medical plan.

“I just needed a change of scenery.” You tell him in those mint green scrubs that always highlight the perfect swell of your ass.

Austin rolls his eyes but doesn’t tell you that he thinks you’re full of shit.

Chicago’s too fast paced, maybe you’ll try New York—there’s a beautiful, hopeful smile on your face—like you don’t know that the minute you stepped foot back in Charming that you’d never leave. You’ll get sucked back into the black hole of this place and you’ll never be able to find your way out. Will probably die here.

Whatever—it’s really not Austin’s problem anymore, is it? You are not his girlfriend, he’s not responsible for your happiness or your decisions. That ship sailed a long time ago when you left straight out of high school—went to a fancy college, got your medical degree, and began a new life.

Without him.

And yet Austin also understands the utter pull of you, consistently keeping him directly in your orbit, your wants and needs incredibly important because they always have been. Which is why Austin doesn’t believe you when you say that you didn’t come back for any sort of reason.

He doesn’t believe this ‘change of scenery’ nonsense.

You patch up a split knuckle, dig out glass—Austin doesn’t even flinch, just watches you the whole time like he doesn’t have blood on his face. You have no idea what he’s gotten into lately—and you don’t want to know.

“Think I’m gonna make it doc?” He asks, a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

You hum lightly, “Barely.” And pour the antiseptic without warning him.

You hate that you came back here, back home—but Austin’s always been your safe place.

“I think you’re scared.” Austin says one evening while dropping you off at your dad’s house, empty now, a living and breathing reminder of all the shit you went through in high school.

You never wanted to live here, in your drunken father’s home, always more satisfied with the concept of burning the thing down. Yet here you are, taking off Austin’s motorcycle helmet and handing it back to him, looking for your keys to get inside. You’re living here, attempting to reorganize and rebuild the place to make it your own.

“I think you don’t know me as well as you used to.” You throw back and there’s a hint of teasing there, like you don’t want to turn this conversation into something serious.

Austin rubs one of his eyebrows, itching for a cigarette but now’s not the time, he’s not staying long. “I think…I’m the only person who does know you.” He’s not afraid to admit that. You’ve done this dance so many times that you practically own the rights to the choreography.

You’ve proven time and time again that you’ve got nails and teeth sunk into one another, so wrapped up that you can’t unravel it as hard as you try. No matter how much time or distance passes between you two. It’s so beyond anything that Austin can put into words—he doesn’t really believe in soulmates or fate but, if he did, he thinks him and you could put a definition to that.

That’s why Austin knows that you’re never going to leave Charming, not really anyways.

You’ll be in love until it kills both of you, figuratively or quite literally.

“That’s the real reason you came back, isn’t it?”

You sigh softly—after a long day, your hair is a little unruly on the top of your head. You’re ready for a long hot shower and to get out of these scrubs. Austin only wishes he could assist with that. He lets his eyes travel over your form, purposely checking you out when you look at him. But you both know it’s more than just a sexual attraction here, that Austin defaults to that because it’s easier for him to work out in his head. While it’s very clear that there’s only one face he sees when he’s inside of someone, no one will ever know or understand him as you do.

That line of deeply knowing goes both ways.

“I told you why I came back here.”

Austin smiles a little and starts his bike. Fine, if you wants to play this game, he’s got nothing but time.

“Right,” He puts his helmet on, making sure it’s fastened. “I just don’t believe you.”

And he backs the bike out of the driveway and goes home.

Austin doesn’t figure out what’s going on until you ask for a ride home in the middle of the day. It’s a little weird, to say the least, he’s in the midst of things with the club, his club leader riding his ass about certain decisions he needs to uphold as Vice President. But literally, he couldn’t be bothered less, not having one iota of a regret driving his bike to the hospital to pick up you instead.

You seem a bit frazzled when you climb on the back of Austin’s bike, your arms squeezing around his waist just a little too tightly. Austin frowns, looking over his shoulder as he hands you the helmet to put on,

“You alright?” He asks.

You nod quickly, forcing a soft smile, “Yeah, just a long shift. M’tired.”

“You didn’t drive today?” Austin starts his bike—not that he’s complaining.

“Oh I did but the…it’s making a weird noise when I use the break.”

Austin raises his eyebrows, putting a pair of sunglasses on. “You know I work at a garage, right?”

You let out a soft laugh, the sound fluttering Austin’s stomach even after all this time. “Just take me home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He does a fake salute before pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

Austin’s got this wicked sense of observation mixed with paranoia—and he’s convinced this is why it makes him a decent V.P., being able to notice when things are off, when things appear altered than how they should. Sometimes catching tiny mistakes and misnomers are the difference between a good deal going sour, life and death.

So he instantly picks up on the fact that there’s a car following you both, all the way from the hospital to your house. Even though the vehicle doesn’t stop, it passes and parks a little further down, but it’s there, nonetheless.

You get off the bike, handing the helmet back to him, a soft coy smile on your face that makes Austin want to kiss you. Your hair is wild, cheeks a bit pink from the wind blowing, beautiful and stunning all at once.

“Thanks.” You say, adjusting your satchel from sitting on your back to your hip, “Think I’m finally getting used to this thing again.”

Austin hums a bit, parking it before he slips off the bike. He runs his hands through his hair, removing his riding gloves and pocketing them, before adjusting the leather cut that sits easily on his shoulders.

Easy and yet heavy sometimes, all at once.

“Yeah I never understood why you hated ridin’ it, I’m an excellent driver.” Which, alright, he’s a decent driver—he goes through turns too fast but he tries not to if you’re on with him.

You’re distracted though, not picking up the bait, glancing around your driveway as if you’re…looking for something, or someone. Austin licks his lips, putting the helmet on the back of the seat.

“Hey, this uneasiness that I’m sensin’ right now—have anythin’ to do with that car that followed us from the hospital?” He motions with his chin to the car he’s referring to idling down a few houses.

Your entire body suddenly goes rigid, eyes widening over Austin’s words. You follow Austin’s direction down the street and you look sick when your eyes land on the car. There’s this instinctual step back, like you’re afraid, and Austin moves closer to touch your arm.

He steadies you, squeezing gently, thumb running along the inside of your wrist, “Hey, what’s going on? Who is that?”

You sigh, running a shaking hand over your face. You swallow and finally bring your eyes to meet Austin’s, “His name is Rick—when I was in Chicago, I—I met him at a conference and we went out a few times. When I tried to end it, it got violent and he started stalking me,” You shake your head, embarrassment clear on your choked voice even though you have nothing to be ashamed for. “I tried getting a restraining order but you can see how well that worked out.”

Austin feels himself go cold, which is never a good sign. That’s how his rage works, like a slow ticking clock, never heated, never like an explosion of emotion. It sits on him calmly, like a wave lapping the shore of a beach. He straightens his shoulders, shaking his head as he goes to turn and address this fucking asshole who can’t take no for an answer.

“Austin, no,” You reach for him, managing to tug his arm to stop him from walking, “Rick’s—he’s an ATF agent and dangerous.”

Austin almost scoffs because so am I, but he knows what you mean. You know exactly what kind of business his club does and getting involved with an ATF agent will only bring trouble down upon everyone.

But Austin’s so fucking angry that he doesn’t care, he’s always felt like he’s had the uncanny ability to think in steps ahead, consider his future, but if you’re here? You’re a part of that future now. And he’s not going to let this Rick guy think he can just follow you here all the way from Chicago and threaten you.

“Go inside, Y/N.” Austin motions to the house, not looking back as he walks towards the car in question.

Rick, who has fucking binoculars, drops them quickly when he realizes Austin is approaching the car and not stopping. He also seems to get the point when Austin pulls his weapon of choice, a hunting knife, from the holster on his jeans and sticks right through the grill of Rick’s car.

Rick quickly gets out, his face red with pinched anger as the car begins to smoke. “Vandalism, deadly weapon.” He snaps and slams the car door closed. He’s shorter than Austin and a lot angrier, which is amusing to him, “That's six months in County, asshole.”

Austin can see what you maybe thought about this guy. He’s handsome with his strong jaw and cropped hair, eyes intense. Any member of law enforcement gives off a false aura of calm because they’re supposed to be people anyone can trust. It’s almost ironic that you feel safer with a criminal. Almost.

He throws shit right back at Rick as he takes his knife out of the grill, putting it back in the holster, “Violating a restraining order? You'll be in the cell next to mine.” He grins then, licking his lips as his eyes skitter over Rick’s body, “They reach how to suck dick in ATF school?”

Rick laughs, not even looking remotely interested but Austin doesn’t care. He’s trying to make him uncomfortable because clearly he doesn’t give a shit about doing the same to you. Besides, Austin knows that he’s not really angry about the car, or even about Austin approaching him per say, he’s pissed off that someone is getting in the way of him fucking around with you.

“Badass biker.” Rick tuts, shaking his head as he looks over Austin, like it would be a pleasure of his to ruin his life.

Austin is not fucking scared of this piece of shit, “You harassing Y/N? That ends here.” He tells him, “Or the next time it won't be this car that I'm drainin’ fluid from.” He goes to take a step back because regardless of the stance Rick is pulling, he can tell that he’s rattled him just a little bit.

All of this is probably a terrible idea given the situation that the club is in right now but he refuses to let you take the brunt of dealing with this asshole alone.

“You threatening a federal agent?” Rick snaps out, pissed off that he’s been made to look like an idiot. Which, Austin doesn’t think that’s too far of a stretch, really.

He turns, giving Rick a good once over before taking a few steps into his space. He purposely uses his height difference to look down at him when he speaks, “I'm threaten’ you. Go away—it's my last warning.”

As Austin walks away, he just hopes it’s enough.

Things slightly escalate from there. Rick does not fuck off like Austin hoped or intended but he supposes he shouldn’t exactly be surprised, either. He suspects that he might hang around, maybe show up at your work, but what he doesn’t expect is when Rick surprises him when Austin is attempting to run errands. And not just any type of errand, though most don’t know that, but he’s not really just visiting this deli because he enjoys the chipped ham.

Rick wanders in as Austin talks to the butcher, their conversation shifting to something safer because of the company.

One thing happens after another, Rick gets in his face and Austin can’t control his temper even though he knows he should—that this is one giant trap to catch him off guard. And yet he falls right into it because the minute Rick opens his mouth about you, Austin’s fist is flying through the air.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Rick smirks, sticking his hands in his pockets as he stands by one of the display cases with meat inside, pretending to look interested. “Y/N and I have unfinished business…and I intend on talking that out with her, in bed, with her spread out beneath me.” It’s very much a whether you like it or not attitude and Austin hits Rick so fucking hard that he sails through the glass window of the deli.

Not his finest moment.

And yet he has zero regrets as he sits in a police interview room, icing his right fist as another ATF agent graces him with his presence. Greg Thornson with his bony-ass frame, closing the door with his foot because he’s knee-deep in a file that no doubt has every wrongdoing he’s ever committed since high school.

The usual dog and pony show that any of these police agents try to shake them up with.

Austin’s so used to this, he knows his expression screams ‘boredom’ and that for some reason makes Greg smile, putting the file down on the table. He sits across from him, regarding Austin for a moment and he bites his tongue on saying anything he might regret.

The point in all this is to get back to you, not to end up in a holding cell for the night. So he straightens his shoulders and looks right back at Greg, a challenging look to his eye.

The shorter smiles, “So, we’re not going to hold you—even though you assaulted a federal agent.”

Austin purses his lips and lightly shrugs his shoulders, not saying a goddamn word. He knows exactly what story Ronnie Peterson, the deli owner, gave to the police.

“Mr. Peterson corroborates your story that Rick Clarington came at you first.” Greg sounds not moved at the slightest by that but Austin doesn’t care.

He smiles, “Can I go now?”

Greg hums but before Austin can stand and leave, “Why does Clarington have a hard-on for you?”

“Who doesn't?” The corners of Austin’s mouth twitch up but then sighs—Thornson might enjoy a little game of distractions but Austin’s goal is to keep himself as much under the radar as possible. So he shifts gears, giving him a long look, “You know why.”

Greg smiles, closing the file in front of him. Austin obviously doesn’t know Greg very well, other than the briefest of introductions when he first walked in (just what he needs, another ATF agent up his ass), but he can tell that he’s in this job title for the ‘cat and mouse’ game of it all. Austin’s not a typical criminal, he doesn’t squirm, especially when he knows that that’s the goal Greg has with this conversation.

He’s digging, pulling at straws, anything to give him the upper hand.

“You're right, I do.” Greg taps the table with his fingertips, “Y/N L/N, the charming ingenue. High school sweethearts, right?”

Austin’s face gives nothing away but he does nod softly in confirmation, “Yeah.”

He can literally see the wheels turning in Greg’s head, the shorter making an impressed noise as he glances down at Austin’s bloody knuckles, “She fears for her life so she comes back home to the only man she knows loves her enough to protect her.”

His expression matches stone, unsure of what Greg wants out of this other than to just catch him off guard, but he’s literally got nothing to say as far as he and you are concerned. There’s also not that much to tell—he and you were dating in high school; it was one of the strongest connections he’s ever had to anyone. And that hasn’t changed—Austin doesn’t think it ever will.

“A guy…” Greg trails off for a moment, “who would have no problem punching a federal agent through a glass window.”

“The glass window part was an accident.”

Greg lets out a soft laugh, nodding, “So Ronnie the butcher says. Rick apparently pulled a weapon on you—made threats, you had no choice.” There’s practically disbelief hanging on every syllable.

Austin shrugs again, flexing his sore fingers against the ice pack, “Well, if that’s what Ronnie said.”

Greg licks his lips, glancing over his shoulder as the door opens up, another officer with paperwork to detail the statement Austin gave. He nods his head, knowing he’ll have to let him go soon, despite the sparring conversation.

“Beautiful, really, it is. I wish I had that kind of pull over for someone. You're a lucky man.”

Austin feels something ugly dig under his skin at the sentiment because he knows it’s not a compliment by any means. He refuses to give Greg the satisfaction that he obviously craves but a few thoughts do worm their way in the back of Austin’s mind: did you come back to Charming because of him? Because you knew what he’d do the moment Austin learned about Rick threatening you? Because you felt safe? Wanted? Loved here? Does any of that really matter since you’re back? Austin may feel slightly manipulated given the situation but…even if you only came back for this very reason, you’re still here, aren’t you?

Somehow, that’s all Austin cares about.

“You done?” Austin asks, a little steel to his voice.

Greg smiles and nods lightly, Austin getting up from the table and leaving the ice pack behind.

Austin leans against the back of your couch, watching the you pace for a few moments. He’s not trying to pressure you into talking or anything, he’s practically got the CliffsNotes of what’s happening anyways. In general, he’d just like to touch base with you because it’s been a week since Austin’s made threats at Rick and nothing has really happened (other than that lovely conversation with Thornson, time he’ll never get back, but he supposes that’s his fault for throwing a punch at a federal agent).

Austin suspects anything else is only a matter of time. Rick doesn’t seem like the type to respond to warnings well or go away quietly.

“I’m confused, what else did you want me to do?”

You stop pacing, looking up at Austin with an almost startled expression as you’re drawn out of your thoughts. You’re in a pair of blue jeans and a nice button-down sheer blouse—so different than the scrubs you usually wear but just as beautiful.

“I didn’t want you to do anything.”

Austin narrows his eyes, “Right, really?”

You give him a look as you slowly cross your arms over your chest. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He lets out a slow breath, leaning up from the couch. He doesn’t want to argue with you at any rate and maybe he is letting the conversation with Thornson get to him, but the longer Austin thinks about it, the more it starts to make sense.

Austin rubs the back of his neck, “I think you know exactly what it means.” He raises his eyebrows, taking a long look at you, someone he’s always known like the back of his hand and yet feels so distant to him within this conversation.

“Did you come here because you knew what I’d do to Rick?”

Your mouth opens and closes, “Know…what’d you do?” You scoff, “You—you haven’t done anything.” And there’s the slightest hesitancy in saying that, like there might be something you don’t know.

Austin shakes his head, confirming with a single, “No,” Then, “I haven’t. But push comes to shove, you know I would.”

It doesn’t take much for Austin to figure out how you feel, you practically wear all of your emotions directly on your face. And okay, given this reaction, maybe that’s not why you came home but are you really going to act like that’s not some sort of benefit?

“I didn’t come back for you.” You state and it’s not supposed to sound cruel—that’s not who you are. Meanwhile, Austin on the other hand makes it his mission to dig underneath people’s skin, to read them and know them to understand how to hurt them.

“I didn’t even know if you’d still be here.” You sigh, taking a step towards where Austin is standing, “But if you’re asking if I came back to the last place I felt…put together? Safe? Then yes. That’s why I came back.”

Austin smiles ever so softly, picking his hand up to cup the side of your head. There seems to be a distinct moment where you close your eyes, a rush of relief, a breath you didn’t realize you were holding being released from your chest. “And none of that has to do with me?”

You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head but you don’t pull away, even when Austin slips one of your loose strands of hair around your ear. You turn your head to press a kiss to Austin’s palm, his other hand moving to bracket the other side of your face. His fingers eventually slip down to hold the sides of your neck, rubbing along the skin soothingly.

“Maybe just a little bit to do with you.” You smile.

Austin licks his lips, smirking, pressing your foreheads together and leaving them to rest for a few long moments. There’s a familiarity there that pulls him in, keeps him treading water, keeping them connected in such a way where it’s hard to tell where you end and Austin begins. He’s never been so much a part of someone and vice versa.

“Regardless of what happens,” Austin says after a moment, “I’m not gonna let anythin’ happen to you, okay?”

You swallow and nod, your noses grazing as he tips your chin.

And that kiss you share feels like home.

It’s a pretty regular night at the clubhouse, another party in half swing where everyone is either piss drunk or on their way to being it. Some other members are playing pool or taking shots directly off of women’s chests, some practically fucking croweaters on the commune couches. Austin is so used to seeing this shit that, at this point, it’s just another Thursday night.

Sam, one of his club leader’s right-hand men, leans against the bar with a boyish grin that deflects from all the terrible things he’s done. The blood Austin has seen in that long blonde hair, the way his hands close around another man’s throat, the bullets he’s fired, the knives he’s cut with. It’s so ironic because you’d never think any of that just by looking at him,

“You don’t want to get in on this?” He asks, motioning to the intoxicating chaos.

Austin takes a brief look around, lifting his beer and taking a sip. “Even if there were half naked women practically throwing themselves at me? Nah,” He pauses, “Just not in the mood tonight.”

Austin’s known Sam nearly his whole life—they grew up together, been through all possible scenarios of the term ‘thick and thin’. Sam sticks around because he knows Austin will take this crown someday, will lead this club, take the reins, or whatever the fuck all this means. He didn’t know his father, not really, only through all the observations and stories and photographs from others.

How is he supposed to figure that shit out?

He doesn’t want it, inherited club royalty or not. Austin would be more satisfied with running away, with taking you out of this fucking place, far away from Charming where no one knows either of you. Starting over like a brand-new book, writing their own chapters.

Even though he knows how unrealistic that is. Doesn’t mean he wants it any less.

“Is this about Y/N?” Sam asks, breaking his concentration.

Austin blinks, considering the question as he takes a long sip of beer. Isn’t it always? Sam can read him far too well and of course knows all about you, what you mean to him—what you’ll always mean to him. He was there when you both first met, when this whole thing started, when you both clutched onto one another tight and refused to let go.

You coming back has just thrown him through an impossible loop.

“No,” He straightens his shoulders, putting a wall up between him and Sam with a grin that masks his face, “Just can’t find anyone who sucks dick as well as you do.”

Sam snorts out a laugh and grabs a bottle from behind the bar to pour shots, “It’s the lips.” He teases.

Austin takes a shot with his friend when he pours it and then decides he’s gotta get out of there before he ends up spending the night with a faceless nobody and a wave of regrets. It’s funny how he hasn’t really thought like that in a while and that definitely has to do with your influence in being back.

He takes a step outside and breathes in the cool Californian air, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. Austin lights a cigarette, taking a long drag that puffs like fog into the atmosphere—he and you have not decided anything about one another. But he knows you, you and him can pick up right where you left off.

It’s hard not to.

His burner cell starts buzzing in his pocket and there’s a half smile on his lips as he sees your number—case in point.

Austin barely gets through a greeting when you are choking out I need you. He has no idea what’s going on and part of him doesn’t want to ask but the sound of your voice causes a sheet of ice to cover the entire inside of his chest as he throws down the cigarette and walks quickly to his bike.

“What happened?”

You sniffle over the line and sigh out syllables that make Austin’s blood run cold, “Rick. Please, can you just—”

“I’m on my way.” Austin hangs up the call, starting his motorcycle and pulling out of the garage parking lot with barely a second thought.

Austin has no idea what’s going on, no clue what he’s walking into but he doesn’t care either (which he may or may not regret later). He didn’t have you elaborate over the phone, wanting to concentrate on getting here faster instead. He parks his bike and rushes off the thing, nearly knocking it over as he goes to the front door of your father’s home and knocks.

You throw open the door, half dressed—bra, underwear, a long sweater barely over top, face with tear tracks on them and—and a gun hanging loosely in your fingertips.

“Jesus Christ,” Austin mumbles, eyes wide and confused as he takes a look at you and slowly closes the front door, “What the fuck happened?”

Though…based off the way you are dressed and the time of night—Austin swallows down a bout of anger as heavy as a cinder block to take care of what’s right in front of him.

“I couldn't stop him.” You shake your head, your entire face pinching. Austin sighs and wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, drawing you into your chest. He squeezes you, his hand working firm circles along your spine, “He came in-in through my back door and just—”

Austin shakes his head, holding you even tighter against him, his jaw working as he puts two and two together. You must have been getting ready for bed or something close to it and Rick put the drop on you.

“Did he—”

A whimpered noise leaves your lips and you press your face further into Austin’s neck. His one hand comes up and laces his fingers through your hair, shushing you gently. He pulls back after a moment—you both need to get ahead of this disaster, whatever is awaiting him, Austin will take care of it.

“Where is he?” He asks, cupping your cheek. He removes a tear track with his thumb.

You sniffle, “The bedroom—”

A short breath leaves Austin’s lips, glancing down at the gun that’s still in your hand. It must be your father’s because you never have been interested in weapons before, not even for means of protection. Whatever happened, it must have been bad enough that you needed to defend yourself.

“Give me that.” Austin takes the gun from you, walking down the long hallway that leads to the bedroom.

Nothing really prepares him for what he sees—the bedroom is a mess, sheets disheveled and Austin really fucking tries to not picture you struggling on top of them to push Rick off. A chair is overturned, broken glass from picture frames falling off the nightstand, and Rick on the ground in the corner—his pants are undone and he’s got his shirt off.

He’s currently holding onto his gut to keep his insides from pouring out, panting, face a sheet white and sweaty. And then he makes eye contact with Austin, a struggled laugh leaving his lips like, you’ve got to be kidding me.

“Oh you stupid bitch.” Rick spits, referring to you, “You called him?”

Austin does his best to assess the situation, figuring out what’s best for you with all of this. He’s used to putting himself in the line of fire at this point, at burying himself so deep that there’s not a way out. He could give a shit about Rick surviving or not—there’s only one person that needs to end up on the other side.

You are kind and good and leading a decent life beyond all of this and if Austin has one goal? It’s to make sure none of this pain, blood, or filth, sticks to you.

You tug on Austin’s sleeve, yanking him back into the hallway and away from the scene, “I didn’t know what to do, I shot him, Austin.” You try to explain, your hands shaking so bad as you run them through your hair. Austin shakes his head, wanting to tell you that he doesn’t have to clarify anything, “I had to. What do I—what do I do? What do we do?”

Austin runs his hand along your shoulder, squeezing, glancing back in to Rick because…there’s really only one of two things you could do. And he’ll give you the other option just in case you want to entertain it.

“Okay, okay,” Austin soothes, getting you to breathe for a moment before he continues, “We call this in—you're not going to get charged, he is.” There’s a choked laugh from Rick—the only saving grace is that you have that restraining order in place. Austin takes a long look at you, cupping your one cheek. He waits until your eyes meet his, wanting to make sure you understand what he’s saying.

“They're gonna patch him up, he'll do a few years for assault. But then he's gonna be out—free to do this again.”

He barely gets the last word out before there’s a visceral reaction from you, a choking sob where you grab Austin’s leather jacket and dig your fingers into it, “No,” You snap out, nearly pushing him away despite the fact that Austin only pulls you closer, “No, he can't do this again, Austin. Please.”

Austin rests his lips along your forehead, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he takes a steadying breath into his lungs. There’s only one thing to do then—because clearly, Rick is beyond reason or idle threats.

Not to mention that bullet wound in his side really complicates things.

“Butler’s your solution?” Rick spits from the other room, making you hold onto Austin tighter.

“I can't do this.” You whisper against Austin’s neck, breath hot along his skin, “Please.”

If Austin was going to approach this with a cool head, all of that goes out the window when Rick opens his mouth again. The combination of you shaking against him, the heat of your body pressed along his own, the way your hands are pulling at his clothes in an attempt to ground yourself—and then Rick’s fucking mouth, spouting disgusting language towards you that he can’t accept in a levelheaded manner.

“You pathetic whore—”

Austin takes two long strides, aiming the gun right at Rick’s head and fires.

The blowback spatters blood all over the wallpaper in the bedroom and there’s a soft curl of smoke leaving the gun, metal hot to the touch. He can hear you yelling over the slight ringing in his ears. Austin lets out a sharp breath—this is not the first time he’s murdered someone in cold blood and it certainly won’t be the last.

At least this time it actually feels like it’s been paired with a purpose.

Austin stares at the blood for a long moment, watching it roll down the ugly wallpaper before backing up slowly. He puts the gun on the dresser and turns to where you are standing in the hallway, wide eyed like a deer in headlights, hands over your mouth.

Austin gently tugs you away, forces your sight off it and takes you back into the living room.

Austin takes a shallow breath and hands you a short glass of scotch, which you take with trembling fingers. You tip it back into your mouth quickly and almost choke on the swallow, coughing, but Austin figures you might need to take it like that. He motions to hold the glass out and when you do, he fills it up again.

You sniffle, shaking your head as you run a hand over your face. Austin knows how you’re feeling without you even needing to say anything. While this might have been the only choice, the right choice, you didn’t want Rick to meet an end like this. You continue to be a better person than him—Austin thinks he got exactly what he deserved.

And he regrets none of his actions here tonight, especially if this means you are safe.

Austin runs a hand along his jawline—it’s still dark out, if he’s going to clean this up, he needs to get started.

You glance up at him, wide eyes somehow a shade darker than he’s ever seen them. Austin tries to offer you the smallest of smiles, something comforting, even though it feels a bit strange on his face.

“I’ll take care of this.” He assures you.

You scoff out a choked noise— “What does that mean?”

Austin shakes his head, not giving you a verbal answer. Honestly, it’s better if you don’t know, just in case, so you can claim some kind of ignorance with all this. You seem to catch on within that moment, making a soft noise of discontent as you cover your face with both of your hands. There are so many things that Austin wants to say, to be able to tell you, but he doesn’t know where to start.

This nightmare is over though—it may not seem like it, but it is.

Austin turns to walk out of the kitchen and check your garage for supplies when he feels fingers wrap around his wrist. He stops, looking down at your hand, following it up your arm until he looks at you again. Austin watches you stand, taking a soft breath in, grounding yourself in the touch of his skin and your proximity.

This can’t be easy for you; Austin knows this is why you ran away from Charming in the first place—so you wouldn’t have to wonder what kind of terrible shit he was getting himself into with the club and Austin finding a way to apologize for it. Though, this ironically has nothing to do with the motorcycle club.

He moves his thumb to brush over the inside of your wrist, his high school sweetheart, the girl he’s loved since he was sixteen, his soulmate regardless of tragedy that most likely follows.

“Thank you,” You whisper and step into Austin’s space, “I love you.”

Austin hums softly and nods, leaning his head down to press your foreheads together. “I know.” He teases lightly and despite everything that’s happened, he can feel the hint of a smile on your lips as you kiss.

A week passes, and then two, and eventually Austin feels like he can draw oxygen into his lungs without looking over his shoulder. At this point, he knows how dispose of a body—an unfortunate byproduct of the work he does. The goal is to make it look like Rick’s just left, disappeared, with the threat of violating his restraining order, he decided it was best to fuck off out of Charming and you for good.

That should be a story that’s easily passible, since no one from Charming P.D. or that aggravating ATF agent have kicked down any doors demanding questioning of any sort.

Austin’s limited exposure about the whole thing, just him and you know, that way there can be no blowback on the club. Even then, Austin’s the only one who has details about the murder weapon (and where it is) and what truly happened to Rick (as in, where his body is buried). And it’s going to stay like that.

The man is exactly where he belongs.

Austin pauses in front of a freezer in the grocery store looking down at a set of steaks. He knows that it’s not exactly your favorite thing to eat but…he’s feeling weirdly celebratory and he can cook it in a way that you will enjoy it. Lots of pepper, garlic, onions—grilling it outside (maybe at his house instead of your father’s place), beer, mashed potatoes. You both can turn that into a good night, maybe even get back on a track that makes sense.

As long as you both avoid any more capital murder, should be just fine.

“Huh, never pictured you as a fillet kind of guy.”

Austin’s eyes roll back into his head as he turns to see Greg Thornson hovering nearby. Spoke too soon.

He doesn’t see any other agents milling around to make a grand arrest, or sirens and SWAT cars pulling up outside the grocery store windows. So he supposes that’s a bonus. And yet—

“Shouldn’t have to pound meat out for it to be tender.” He says wryly, dropping two steaks into his basket. Austin moves out and around Greg, who doesn’t even appear to be shopping—what, did he just track him down for a not-so-friendly chat?

Austin’s assuming that this isn’t an interrogation but Greg very much seems like the kind of agent that tries to catch you off guard and unaware. He’s probing just by being in his space, nonchalantly following him around the store, pretending to look at things he has no intention in buying.

“Putting a nice dinner together for Y/N?” Greg asks curiously, picking up a can of lima beans.

Austin sighs evenly, slowly making his way towards the front of the store. The quicker he cashes out, the faster he can leave this disaster behind. He glances over his shoulder at the indifferent question,

“Yeah—I know this might be a foreign concept to you, goin’ on dates.” Austin says with a smile to his face but it’s anything but kind. Greg’s eyes dart to Austin’s, fire burning along his irises, and then Austin adds a cushion to the blow – “Cause you know, you’re married to your work and all.”

Greg hums but his smile is all pinched, “I’m surprised Y/N’s even staying put.”

Austin moves to set his basket down near the conveyor belt, unpacking his groceries so that the cashier can ring him out. He offers a small smile at the girl, despite his annoyance with the ATF agent behind him. He slips his wallet out of his back pocket, glancing at Greg as he comes up into his line of vision,

“She’s a runner. Isn’t that why Y/N found herself in Chicago in the first place? Wanted to get out—find things this little pissant town couldn’t offer? Bigger dreams than what you’ve got here, Butler. Smart, beautiful women like Y/N? They get bored. They want more.”

Austin swallows, his hand that’s out of Greg’s line of sight is clenching his fingers into a fist. He refuses to give away that Greg’s words are hitting a particularly raw nerve. You did run away—because that’s what you do. When something gets too hard or real or intense, you make a run for it, that last time landing you in Chicago. And yeah, you ended up with a medical degree to show for it, but you also trailed back to Charming with a psycho ex.

He watches the cashier scan in his items, the muscle in Austin’s working. Despite the fact that Y/N’s seemingly tied to this place for the foreseeable future, Greg unfortunately has a point. And that digs under his skin more than anything else.

Austin pays the cashier and picks up his grocery bag, “Why don’t you let me worry about Y/N, yeah?” He throws back at Greg, moving to leave the store. He then pauses, a sudden thought occurring to him as he turns to look back at the ATF agent.

Greg’s decided to buy a pack of chips near the checkout aisle, pulling out a few ones from his wallet.

“Hey,” Austin says, gaining Greg’s attention. The smile he gives him is slow and patient, somehow innocent on the edges like he’s about to talk about the weather. “You ever hear from Rick?”

It takes a moment for the question to settle on Greg’s face, the light somehow disappearing from his eyes, the silent conversation passing between the two men as Greg realizes Austin is asking this question for a very specific, deadly reason.

Austin licks his lips, shrugging his one shoulder, his gaze hardening, “Dangerous being a Fed.”

He slowly backs up, getting ready to turn out of the grocery store. He’s delivered more direct threats before but he is in public, and the look on Greg’s face still registers the same. Realization masking fear—makes it completely worth it. Austin clutches the grocery bag in his hand and puts his sunglasses on as he leaves the store to walk back to his truck.

They understand one another now.

Austin looks at you over his shoulder as he cooks dinner in the backyard of his home, in comfortable clothes that look a lot like jeans and a t-shirt, minus the leather cut. You’re leaning against the patio door, in a yellow sundress, watching Austin with a soft, fond expression, sipping on your beer.

Austin’s struck with the sudden thought that it could always be like this—warm, and safe, and comfortable, cooking dinner with beers and pretending his business doesn’t get him involved with unsavory people or situations.

Sometimes it feels like they can survive in that version of themselves, even though it’s all a lie.

You move into the yard and set your beer down, pressing into Austin’s side as he looks at the grill.

“You’re overcooking the steak.”

Austin crinkles his nose, peeking under the grill hood just a little, “No I’m not.” He opens it up all the way and while he doesn’t cook steak very often, they look perfectly fine. You use that opportunity to reach for the tongs and Austin playfully taps your wrist,

“I got it, they’re fine.”

“Oh you know how to handle meat, do you?” You tease, your hand resting on Austin’s waist instead.

Austin bites down on his lower lip as he grins, cupping your cheek to lean down and kiss you. “Class act, Y/N.” He pulls back after a moment, closing the grill lid after flipping the steaks once.

He moves to grab his own beer, taking a long sip. Despite everything you’ve been through, you seem to be doing okay. You don’t really bring up Rick at all and Austin doesn’t ask—maybe that’s a good thing, finally moving past that chapter in your life.

And even though Greg’s commentary in the grocery store rattled him a little bit, it does feel like you’re on solid ground now. That you’re not going anywhere—that they’re a team, no matter what might come their way.

Austin lets out a soft sigh, taking a step towards you. He rests his hand on your hip, angling you towards his body so he can look down at you. He waits until that gaze falls upon his own,

“No more running.”

You nod softly and press yourself on your toes to kiss the corner of Austin’s mouth, “No more running,” You agree. Austin leans down to press their foreheads together. “I’m here.”

And for better, or for worse, Austin believes you.

#austin butler #austin butler x you #austin butler x female reader #the bikeriders #mccall writes things

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 2 years ago

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From the start.

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Summary: Austin was excited to go to the Oscars and possibly win a reward still a part of him felt saddened by Lisa Marie's absence, sure Kaia there helped but when he saw you, it was like an angel sent by Lisa found him and he promises himself he wouldn't let you slip away, and he doesn't care who he has to hurt to get you.

Warnings: mention of Lisa Marie's death, Kidnapping, Friends to lovers? Housewife kink, Toy Dildo, Vaginal Plug, Creampies, Fingering, Oral (Fem & Male), Dirty talk, Double penetration, Stockholm syndrome, Infidelity, Starvation, Knife kink, Yandere/Dark Austin, Forced Marriage, Pillow talk, Mention of murder, Filming, Spiked drink.

A/n: this was requested by @presleybbg and her beautiful ideas.

All that Austin could remember was how much pain he was in, he felt like it was too soon to pretend everything was fine like he wasn't mourning. Lisa was like a second mother to him and like his real mother, she was gone too soon. He was getting ready for the Oscars, fixing his bow tie in the mirror and running his fingers through his hair "You sure you don't want me to come?" Kaia spoke up after watching him for a second, her voice filled with a little worried "I have to do this alone." he replied, "I got to go, see you soon." He kisses his girlfriend before leaving, he wanted to just get this over with.

After running the red carpet, he began the search for his seat. He sighed, walking around the small area where his seat would be but he was starting to think the person who told him where it was supposed to be was simply right, 'great' he groaned about to make his way back when a voice stopped.

He looked over his shoulder and his heart skipped a beat or two.

A woman waved eagerly to him with a smile "Over here!" she called and Austin follow her voice like a lost puppy "T-Thank you" he stuttered as he now stood in front of her "Your welcome." you smiled and walked past him just a little before he stopped you "let me thank you more? How bout some coffee or something?" he asked, pulling his hands in his pockets, trying to seem put together though everything wasn't, you looked him up and down, it wouldn't be bad right? And to be honest, it would be cool to have a rising new star as a friend "Okay, I'd like that Mr. Butler." you answered reaching your hand out for his phone "Here let me put my number in." Almost without absolute hesitation, he gave you his phone and you typed your number into his contacts "I'll see you around" you smiled "Good luck!" you called before disappearing into the crowd. All feelings of warmth are gone with you and the coldness that was there before returning, Austin still had a smile on, one that looked so real, he wasn't an amazing actor for nothing after all, the night proved to be long and fruitless. Sure Austin was happy for his fellow actor, but the only good thing that happened was he met his true soulmate, he eat with his girlfriend and her family that night, texting you under the table if you wanted to meet up tomorrow, smile growing bigger once you said yes.

Shortly after that coffee 'date' you and Austin became friends fast, dodging paparazzi like the Matrix, tonight you were gonna visit one of your favorite nightclubs, you weren't much of a party girl but it was fun to let loose, and besides Austin has been quite busy, he deserved a break. You decided on a thigh-length dress, the top of the dress was off-shoulder and a sequin silver, the skirt was a plain black, almost leather-looking material and you paired it off with sliver-colored heels with red bottoms, you did some light makeup and went in your way. The club bosted music, flashing lights, and grinding, sweaty bodies took up the space, your eyes searched for Austin, once your glaze glanced at the bar, there he was, shooting down what seems to be whisky, he leaned against said bar, he a green almost see through blouse that was unbuttoned down to the third button showing off his firm chest and a little of his torso, the shirt tucked in black jeans addressed his slim waist, rings and a sliver chain jeweled his body, to finish his look was dark green leather boots that looked more black in the light of the darkroom. As you checked out the handsome man, your tongue licked your lips without realizing it, and thoughts of how he would sound moaning, telling how good your lips felt around his cock stopped as his eyes looked up and met yours with a smile. He waved you over and turned to the bartender, holding two fingers to him before he looked back at you.

"Precious." he greeted, when you finally reached him, his raspy, deep voice granted your ears, and heat built up in your core from his little nickname for you. "Hey Aus, how are you this night?" you asked and sat on the stool beside him, grabbing the shot the bartender put in front of you, Austin looked away from your question before looking back at you with a sad haze, a frown on his enticing lips "Kaia and i..broke up." your eyes widen, you thought things were going good between the two "I'm sorry to hear that.." your heart ached for him "It's fine." he downed the shot of whisky, watching the people dancing showing off his capturing side profile. You didn't know if the alcohol in your system give you so much courage but you gently moved his head and kissed his plump lips, he didn't hesitate to lick your lips for access to your mouth, you did, and his tongue explored your mouth, battling your tongue with fervor. You pulled away and gripped his hand, rushing to the lady's restroom where you resumed the heated make out, your hands fumbled to unbuckle his belt, and once you slid it out of the hoops of his jeans, you hooked your fingers into his pants and underwear before dropping to your knees bring them down with you. His cock bounced against his stomach, it stood proud, long, and thick, the slit wept pre-cum so much it dripped on the tiles of the clean-smelling restroom, your lips engulfed his head, tongue swirling around the slit, tasting the not-so-bitter salt of his pre-come causing a delicious inhale from the man above, your month took inch upon inch until his member rested in your throat, your eyelashes flatter as you look into his blue orbs through them "Fucking damn!" he growled, his hands took hold of your head, he begins to thrust in and out of your throat, using it as his cocksleeve, fucking it like he would your slopping wet cunt, drool poured out your mouth, covering the base of his dick and his balls "Dirty girl, making such a mess on my cock." he grunted, your already wet underwear dripped your slick.

"Gonna cum, and you're gonna swallow isn't that right?" his voice deepened and looked down at you with a smirk. You nodded, moaning around his dick, body squirming in want and excitement, he cursed, head thrown back, his thrust quickened and with a deep groan, pushing his whole member back down your throat, pumping load after load, forcing you to swallow everything, You pulled back, breath heavy, and your saliva smeared across your chin "Let's get you cleaned up." Austin spoke softly as he helped you up, your knees shook for a bit before regaining their previous strength, he cleaned you up and bought you back to the party. Austin held onto your stumbling self to the door of your apartment, your keys already in his hand inserting them into the door knob but to his bewildered, the door shot open, and a man with 2000 hair, a band T-shirt, jeans, and a grey beanie. "Hey, you're Austin Bulter! I didn't believe my baby guess I was wrong, here let me help." the man's voice sounded like a teenager's voice but he was obviously 20 years old but was simply stuck in the 2000 style, "I'm Nathan by the way" 'Nathen' smiled and took you from Austin's arms, and lead you to the couch, Austin's nose wrinkled from the strong smell of weed on Nathen's breath and the room. Who was this man? Was he your boyfriend? This lame ass- bitch- ugly looking piece of shit was your boyfriend? No. No. He couldn't be. Austin held back a snarl as Nathen leaned down and kissed you this would do. Austin said a quick goodbye and derived home with white knuckles, he broke up with Kaia for you, and he didn't regret it of course, he spend the rest of the night thinking of what to do, getting no sleep. It was a few days when came up with a plan, it was wrong but he needed you, and you belonged to him you just don't know it yet, Austin slides into the open window, clad in black from head to toe, a backpack over his left shoulder, he looked back to the windows, oh precious girl didn't you know how dangerous that is? But don't worry it will change, he take good care of you and keep you safe.

Austin kneed down on your side of the bed you and your dick of a boyfriend slept in, he took a needle out of a safe plastic small bag, a fast-sleeping drug filled the glass medical needle, he gently pricked the side of your neck and pushed the drug into your veins.

"What the fuck!" Nathan screeched Austin simply looked at him with a smirk that spoke of danger.

Austin grunted as he carried you to his car, lay in his back seat, and then sat in the driver's seat he sighed, glancing at your sleeping form, he didn't want to get rid of your poor excuse ex-boyfriend, oh well it no use to get upset about spill blood. It took two-three months and a lot of patience, for you to fall for him, and five weeks to get you to trust him, he kept you well-fed, of course eating the food and drinking the water to show that it was okay, untampered with, after that was smooth sailing. Austin walked through the door of the house he shared with his love, the smell of clean products flowing around the enclosed air, leaving his shoes on the shoe rack, he followed the scent into the kitchen, and his cock stirred to life as he leaned against the kitchen's open door frame, you were simply wiping the stove down with an apron on, still lustful desires flow within him, just by you doing wife like duties, he had already made you his wife, with a friend's help you were married on a certificate, yet to have a wedding, he'll make that happen when the time was right. You had yelled and screamed at him once he revealed that certain knowledge to you, now though you were happy to be his wife. His fetching blue orbs stayed on your form like a man stoned by one of Medusa's glances, quietly he set the bag he brought on the island and walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his white Tank top from his recent photo shoot against your back "Why, Hello there precious." Austin smiled untieing your apron," I missed you." you spoke softly, turning around in his arms and allowing him to completely take off your favorite apron "I missed you too." he gently pecked your lips "I bought something we can have fun with, wouldn't you like that?" he said backing away and showcase the black plastic bag that read Spencer's on the front, you looked from the bag to your husband, if your core wasn't burning a scorching desire it was now, Austin's eyes were like a raging storm out in the open ocean with want, a mischievous smirk tugged at his lip, a hard bulge strained against its jeaned cage, you felt your cheeks grow heated as you nodded eye trained on the black baggie. Austin turned around and laid the items on the wooden island, "Come here baby." he called you over, stepping aside.

Your breath stopped, there sat a dildo that was roughly the size of your husband's length in the colors of glittery pastel blue, pink, and green with a pattern of tie-dye, beside it was a vaginal Plug the base color was black and was covered in royal purple paint splashes, the end was jeweled with amethyst and lastly, lube. Your pussy clenched around nothing thoughts of just what Austin could have in mind made your underwear soaked. "Undress precious. Slowly" Austin ordered, voice deeper with wanton dominance, resting his forearm on the wooden surface, your heart beat faster and you shredded each piece of clothing, pants, panties, shirt, and then bra all while trailing your hands on your body, the last article of your clothes dropped to the floor, and your lips locked together, his fingers squeezed your throat, enough to make you breathless and his rings cooled your feverish skin, your tongues swirled and licked crudely, the burning sensation lack of air pulled you both away, you look at each other, lidded eyes and panting. Austin took this time to truly appreciate your body "So goddamn beautiful." he breathed, helping you onto the kitchen countertop behind you, his lips latched on your neck as two of his fingers enters and pumps into your cunt roughly, his thumb rubbing at your clit with vulgar, a loud moan punched out of you as he began to scissor your pussy, stretching you open.

The edge of absolute paradise was ripped away, and you whimpered looking to Austin with betrayal "Patience." he chuckled, grabbing the lube and the over the top of the dildo "Open." he rested the rubber cockhead on your lips, slowly you part your lips and the toy, slides into your wet, hot maw, the rubber tasted like artificial strawberry, your eyes flattered close, the weight of the dildo was alike to your husband. You bobbed and sucked on it like it was, muffed moans and sounds of Austin's fingers fucking your weeping cunny "You like this baby? Sucking on a fake dick while I bring you to heaven and back?" Austin spoke in a trance as he watched you blow the toy like his first blowjob from you, you nodded sucking harder, your hips buck and your legs shook as your climax busted out. Austin gently pulled the colorful toy out then poured a generous amount of lube on it and his own "Ready?" he asked as he moved you to the cold tiled floor "I'm ready." you assured breathlessly, he rushed to push his jean, underwear completely and ripped his tank top off throwing somewhere to be picked up, you tried to relax as the toy dick was slowly pushed in, and Austin thrusted a back arching thrust, every inch of him was inside, his balls rest on the curve of your ass. The stretch was a sting burn, once your tense body relaxed, pangs of blissed-out pleasure shot throughout your body, and you felt so full! "Go." you smile as you saw the conflict on his face, "Yess." he hissed as he plowed into your cunt, each thrust forced the toy to box against your cervix, his balls wet from the lube and your juices, a wet smacking noise mixed with your loud moans, whines and Austins grunts, moans, and growls.

Your body jerked up, causing Austin's cock and the fake dick to come out little by little, Austin growled in frustration and slide you back to him, throwing your legs over his shoulders and holding down your thighs, resting them on his torso. He resumed pounding, your eyes rolled back, it was all too much the fast strokes of your husband's member up against the roof of your pussy while the dildo mini-strokes the bottom, his cum heavy balls spanking your ass no doubt leaving bruises from his hard treatment. Your legs began to shake, your back arching off the floor and your pussy gushing out your release Austin followed a little later, both of you gasped and panted for air, bodies covered in sweat, exhaustion heavy in the bones, you were on the edge of passing out when both lengths was pulled out, your eyes shot open and a whimper left your pouting lips "Sensitive." you muttered "I know precious, I just got to put this in you and I'll run us a bath." Austin chuckled as he gently put the plug in "Gonna need a wheelchair." you replied, his laugh was all you heard before you submitted to unconsciousness.

A week has passed since Austin had gone to another state to film, this was the first time he's been away for so long. The life before you had met him stuck in your mind like a core memory, being able to just go out to shop for simple things like grocery shopping and necessities, go to the park, and eat out, to feel the wind around you and the sun on your skin without asking for permission and being denied. You loved him, truly but the want, the desire become too much, and he would be gone for another week, so you packed a bag and some money and wrote a last goodbye note before escaping into the night. You couldn't go back home, despite the kidnapped you it would break your heart if he was arrested so you moved to another state away from California, far away. You got back on your feet, tried and failed to date no matter who you were with they weren't Austin, there was one time a man, a nice man fucked into you, he felt good but not like him, it didn't help that in the middle you moaned Austin's name, loudly. You decided that you were gonna go to a club, and you sat watching the crowd have the time of their life while the bartender made your order drink, your heart sped up for a second a split second you thought you saw Austin but when you glanced back he was gone, you shake your head and took a gulp of your drink before rushing to the restroom. You were listing your mind, he couldn't have found you this quick! It's only been three weeks, your classed the marble sink and looked up in the mirror, suddenly everything looked blurry and your head felt light, the last thing you heard was ladies' restroom door opening and footsteps then it went black.

You groaned as you came too, your head still felt fuzzy but not too much "Wakey, wakey precious." A familiar voice taunted venom laced, your eyes quickly opened "Austin." you muttered softly, Austin looked as good as he always had, though the closer you looked at him, he slightly had bags under his eyes, likely from searching for you "You know I thought everything was okay, I was happy, you were happy—well seemed to be." he hissed, his cold blues glared at you "I loved you. Did you even love me?" he asked, he started strong but at the end, his voice weakened "Of course I do!!" you reassured frantically, what have you done? "IF YOU DID YOU WOULDN'T HAVE RUN AWAY!!!" he screamed angrily, causing you to flinch, Austin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, he got up and looked at you one last time before going. For two days you have been in the basement, without food or water, and yet you come to hate him, you missed more not that he was so close, you want to be in his arms, why did you leave? You had everything you could want, you perked out as you heard footsteps not before long Austin stood in front of you "Get up." he ordered, and you quickly obeyed "Fellow me." you followed him with your head down, was he gonna throw you? Was he done with you? Your heart ached at these thoughts, once you stepped out of the basement, the mouth-watering smell of food entered your nose "Go eat, I get you new clothes and run you a bath." he spoke, and in no time, you sat in down in the dining room and scarfed all the dish, drink all the water, you smiled, stomach full "it's ready" Austin said after finishing what he said he would do.

The warm water relaxed your tense muscles and the feeling of being completely clean, made you sigh with blissfulness, the clothes smell like roses and were soft against your skin, you were happy, and things almost seemed back to normal, almost.

Austin sat up against the backboard of the queen-sized mattress, his eyes boring into you, his phone and a knife on his bedside table "Strip and come here precious." he commanded, grabbing his phone, looking for something on it, you striped and hesitantly crawled on the bed stopping in front of him, slick already producing between your folds from the sheer dominance that radiant off your husband. He got off the bed and laid the phone beside the kitchen blade, he unbuckled his black belt, pushing his black jeans past his knees "Here's what's gonna happen, you are going to take what I give you and you're gonna like it, understand?" he pushed you to lay on the spot he was previously occupied, spread your legs and got in between them, his heavy member rest against your lips and clit "Answer." "Yes. I understand." Austin let out a pleased hum before grabbing his phone again and sliding right home inside of you, the stretch burned in the right way "Say hi to the camera." your eyes widen as his phone camera record your face and then shooting where you were one, he began to pound into you without remorse, his pubic bone smacked into your poor clit, the camera zoomed in recording, your cunt clenching hard on his cock almost slowing him down, growls and sexy huffs leave Austin no doubt enjoy your pussy, he fucked you as he missed it, the phone was suddenly was throw it to the side before grabbing the knife and held it to your neck, each jolt from his thrusting threatened to cut you, the feeling of the fear and danger of having such a dangerous woman that could hurt possibly end you filled you with excitement like a drug "Dose this turn my little wife on?" Austin chuckled darkly, moving the knife to your cheek, cutting a small line, a sharp hiss left you "Y-yes, so much!" you admitted, bucking your hips against his hips, Austin muttered a soft fuck and plowed you into the bed, pushing you both to the edge of pure paradise and bliss. You screamed as Austin stabbed the knife in the pillow beside your head, forcing an intense climax, Austin groaned as he pumped his cum into your weeping pussy.

"You. Are. Mine. Next, you try to leave I won't so nice." Austin pulled out of you and slammed the door on his way out, leaving you to your thoughts, his cum leaking out and the knife standing straight in the pillow. You sighed and closed your eyes, it would take some time for him to forgive you but you loved him, you need to show him that.

You sat up and walked through the door, planning on what would be done.

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ladypiscesmoon · 3 months ago

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I have just opened up my anons again. Everyone ready to keep it civil this time? All hate will be blocked, I'm not going to answer anymore.

For all the lovely people out there who like me reading for you: I have cleaned out my inbox and made an inventory list of all readings I will do first.

What a list. And all the smaller pulls too. I only closed anons for a week or so, these are all older asks. Some of the smaller pulls I will do on Instagram, when the first one is posted I will warn you, so you can follow me there too.

Have a nice day!!

Readings:

In the next few weeks I start on the following list of readings. Some are long overdue and I am sorry for it, but 2024 wasn't the best of years. In the summer of 2023 my depression started to play up again and I had to take care of myself and wait until I was in the right headspace again for readings. In March my husband got sick.

But eventually, I'm here and I will give priority to the following list:

Paul Mescal. soulmate reading

Austin Butler. future spouse

Austin Butler&Kaia Gerber. relationship

Jude Bellington love life/ft spouse/career

kit young&Jack Wolfe friends/coworkers

Simone Ashley. love life/ft spouse

Bill Skargard. general reading

David& Victoria Beckham. marriage

Hozier ft spouse/love life/career

Matt Smith. ft spouse/career

Anthony Starr&Erin Moriarty. former relationship

Enzo Vogrincic. soulmate reading

Yunho Ateez. relationship wit a florist

Louis Hamilton love life/ft spouse

Joe Burrow. love life

Bratt Pitt. ft spouse

Lando Norris. ft spouse

Noel Gallangher general reading

Harry Styles. ft spouse/ new album

Charles Leclerc. feature spouse (already in his life)

Henry Cavill love life/professional life

Frankie Rodriguez and Joe serafini? They are 5 years into their relationship. Will they get married? Are they secretly in engaged Have they talked about marriage?

Andrew Scott&Ben Aldridge relationship

Kylian Mbappe. ft spouse reading

Glen Powell love life/ft spouse

Timothée Chalamet ft spouse

Smaller pulls:

Hiii hope ur well! Could you please do a reading on Ross Lynch and Laura Marano’s friendship? Are they on good terms? Ty! Is there any romance/feelings between them?

Does Carlos Sainz miss his ex-girlfriend Isabel?

Are Jude and Jobe Bellingham in love with someone at the moment?

How are the Bellingham parents doing? Are Mark and Denise still in love?

Hi can you ask how Nicola Coughlan is doing?

Can you do a quick love reading for Kim Namjoon (RM of BTS)? Thanks 🥰

What will Club Chalamet's reaction be if Timmy is associating with Armie?

Do you know Hugh Grosvenor? He married this June and maybe the cards know if he is still in love. Maybe a baby will arrive soon? Thank you

Can you Pic some cards for Taylor zakhar perez and his partner. How's their relationship is going on?

Is Yunho Ateez dating a florist?

Is Simone Ashley in love with her boyfriend or another friend? rumors that boyfriend is on tinder.

Alex Turner &Louise Verneuil energy/relationship

Anthony Starr current energy

Is the relationship between Henry Cavill and Natalie Viscuso a pr stunt?

Damon Baker and Simon Loof have fallen out over something. Can you do a reading if it was over unrequited feelings? Some people think Damon wanted to have something more romantically with Simon but Simon didn't feel the same.

Omar Rudberg and Nurbo Bozan Was there cheating? Who broke up with who and why?

Do you think timothee figured out theres money missing from his money or did he figure brain stealing from him

Alexander Skarsgard and Tuva Novotny. What their relationship is like and will their relationship last?

how is Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet relationship at this moment?

How is Nicole Alexander and his gf Victoria relationship and was there something between him ad Tatyana or they were just friends

Why Liz don't stop effie from posting disgusting stuff about harper and Ford if she can team up with effie to destroy armie then why she doesn't say her to stop.

Hi, could you please check how are Armie's kids doing?How is their relationship with Armie? Have they heard rumors about Armie (or has Elizabeth fed them bad thoughts.

year ahead Matt Bomer

year ahead Jonathan Bailey

year ahead Matt Bomer&Simon Halls

#celebrity tarot

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therealslimshakespeare · 10 months ago

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I dunno why I’m such a sucker for Gale actually getting taken down a peg, he’s such a doll and such a leader I dunno why i have the impulse to lick his tears…wait, no, I do, it’s Austin Butler’s face

this is so fucking real

sending this exact ask to steph

Oh my goshhhhh, if I had seen this before I’d have replied directly to you but here’s all my ramblings, dear, darling soulmate:💋🤭

Here, and a crying blurb besides

Also 👆🏻 anybody else get a little too squirmy when this man had a crying fit in frustration over having to salvo his bombs on his first mission? What if he cried from some other kinda frustration, huh? Huh??? Those are the sorta deep questions I ask in my up upcoming crucible fic 🫶🏼🤧

#masters of the air #crucible blurbs #thinking Gale thots #Austin butler

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winniemaywebber · 8 months ago

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Alright, brace yourself for what might just be the zombies t question you've ever received! So, just to let you know , and as much as I can tell it seems like we're both low-key obsessed with the same MOTA actors - Nate Mann, Callum Turner, Anthony Boyle, and Austin Butler? Well, I've been playing astro-detective and trying to pinpoint Nate's birthday using astrology.

Now, I'm a Leo with Virgo rising, and I totally vibed with Callum, who's an Aquarius (and dating Dua Lipa, another Leo, by the way). But get this, Anthony's a Gemini, and let's just say, it's a love-hate thing because my sister's also a Gemini. And Austin? Oh yeah, he's a Leo too, just adding to the cosmic chaos! Now, back to the mystery – Nate! I got some seriously good vibes from him, and now I'm dying to know his zodiac sign. Let the cosmic investigation begin!"

What’s your zodiac sign?

Please do remember that this is a silly ask and it is made purely for fun!

no this is WONDERFUL I love it

I'm a gemini with Aquarius rising. so from what I gather, anto and I would create chaos because we're both Gemini. now he and Nate work so well together and are so chaotic that I assumed Nate was also a Gemini but I'm also leaning towards Aries because they give that platonic soulmate vibe!!!

#ask answered #someone figure out Nate's real birthday we need to know his starting #masters of the air #mota #anthony boyle #nate mann

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elvisabutler · 2 years ago

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celebration/gala/blurb/misc masterlist

500 Follower Gala Blurbs and Misc

austin butler - you know i love you, so don’t you pay ‘em no mind austin elvis knife kink - you may be good looking but you're not a work of art theory on when the COMEback special moment was. about the COMEback special moment existing in general. on priscilla actress songs. austin elvis x reader x olivia priscilla bondage kink pt. 1 - strangelove that's how my love goes. ( this piece and the right one below tie into gravity from kinktober. ) austin elvis x reader x olivia priscilla bondage kink pt. 2 - now i'm caught in between elvis presley, girls girls girls "little elvis" scene - the walls have ears ( but not eyes ) austin butler, meet cute - cooking is my love language austin butler, fluff, "don't worry i'm staying right here." - my heart beats for you austin butler elvis gun kink - russian roulette austin butler, smut, "we past just friends about 20 fucks ago." - friends don't know the way you taste. austin elvis, angst, "are you drunk? i thought you stopped drinking?" - it’s never safe for us not even in the evening ‘cos i’ve been drinking austin butler, angst, soulmate au, "is this new? wait, are you hurt?" - you're gonna make me sore the next three are a series but can be read separately. ( see: two in love can make it series ) austin butler, angst, "i think you expect too much from me!" - two in love can make it austin butler - two in love can make it austin butler, fluff, "pinky promise?"

1000 Follower Gala Blurbs and Misc

elvis presley ( army elvis ), smut, “your hand feels much better than my own.” and “your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that.” - gonna wake up the neighbors, honey. elise's obscene rose request. there's 23 bits of fics in there. not 23 fics in there necessarily. how i feel about wordsmith ( prompted_wordsmith ) with a side question of when i'm posting spark. how i feel about bee ( blurredcolour ) big daddy elvis ( professor presley ), angst, "please don't talk about yourself that way." - i can shout louder than any voice anon rose request. how i feel about mel ( burninlovebutler ) how i feel about elise ( eliseinmemphis ) austin butler, smut, "your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?", cooking is my love language sequel - recipe for love big daddy elvis, smut, "oh i love the sound you make." - birds sing for you and me big daddy elvis ( professor presley ), fluff and angst, "sleep doesn’t come that easy without you.” and “i feel like I can breathe better with you around.” - calm bee's three roses big daddy elvis ( professor presley ), angst, "can't save those who don't want to be saved." - tender loving care austin butler ( little dove verse ), smut, “i want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.” and “oh, i love that sound you make.” - a little switching never hurt nobody how i feel about daisy ( powerofelvis ) austin butler, angst, “no, i’m actually not ok.”, i don't know what i'm feeling elvis presley ( selkie au ), fluff, "mmmh, you always smell amazing." - sea dog elvis presley ( army elvis ), fluff, “just call me whenever you like.” - called ya, didn't i? austin butler ( pornstar austin ) - smut, “i want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.” - marking territory big daddy elvis ( professor presley ), fluff, “this vacation was a wonderful idea.” - soak up the sun big daddy elvis ( professor presley ), angst, “i’m not going with you." and "please, answer me!" - your love was unmoved elvis presley ( selkie au ), angst, "did you really think it’d be that easy?" - never again i'll so sailing

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austinswhitewolf · 2 years ago

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Blue Eyes Baby Pt. 15

Love this couple so much! <3

Gabe grinned when she got something she had been waiting on for a while. Over the lockdown she had been helping Austin go through lines and scenes. A lot of the scenes where he had to kiss someone had yet to be filmed and he just was slightly uneasy with the kissing random extras now that he had Gabe. Having the few kisses with Oliva was different, she had her soulmate and so there was nothing but respect between them and doing their jobs.

She had looked around on the internet and took some time choosing but she had found 2 rings he could keep on for the filming as they were something she thought Elvis would wear. And she had checked with Catherine and she had agreed that they would work with his wardrobe. Austin was out on the balcony with his guitar, playing some of the songs he would need to play in the next few days. Since he was out there, she opened the box and pulled the two rings out. They were in a small square box with fluff inside, each ring was in their own bag and they both were engraved.

One looked like a king's crown, silver with black on it. The inside was engraved with ‘My Other Half’. He was playing the King of Rock and Roll after all. And he was the king of her world. The second ring almost looked like a crest ring, or a class ring style but just was more than that. It had small blue turquoise stones all around the large blue gem and in the center of that gem, was a silver design with a sapphire inside. Then along the sides, more small turquoise stones sat along some swirls. The inside of this one had been engraved with ‘My Soulmate My Love’. They looked so much better in person than they did online. The pictures didn’t do them justice. The smile on her face was huge as she gently put the rings back in their small bags and then back in the box. Her eyes flicked over to his slender frame out on the balcony. He was so handsome and always made her stomach warm with love. She chewed on the inside of her lip for a moment before deciding to give them to him now. It was something she always had issues with, she would get people gifts and then want to give them right away, wanting to see their reactions. Always wanting to make them happy. Gabriel stepped out onto the balcony and sat down in the chair next to him, happy to just watch him play for now. Austin shot her a smile, and once he finished the song he was playing he set his guitar to the side. “Hello love.” His deep timber always curled around and comforted her. He reached over and laced his fingers with hers. “What do you have there?” He noticed the small white box she had in her hand when she had stepped out. Gabe looked down at the box, her smile growing as she looked back up at him. “I know you said that you were a little uncomfortable kissing those random girls for the International concert show scenes. Well I got you something you can keep on you while filming that will be just us. I talked to Catherine and she already said they would work with all the outfits you are wearing.” She said as she slowly handed the small box to him. His brows furrowed with interest and curiosity as he gently took the box. Once he had the box in his hand, he pulled his fingers from hers and gently opened it. His eyes flicked to hers before gently taking one of the bags out, setting the box on the table. Long nimble fingers opened the small bag and gently pulled the ring out. A large smile formed on his face as he looked at the silver and black ring. When he saw the engraving in it, he bit his lip softly and gently reached out and cupped her cheek with his free hand, thumb brushing under her eye. Austin pulled his hand back and slid the ring on to his right pointer finger and it fit perfectly. “I thought that would be perfect since you are playing EP, the King after all. And you are mine.” She said softly, so glad that it fit perfectly.

He let out a soft chuckle and leaned over and kissed her. “You are the queen of my world as well, Love.” Austin then reached out and grabbed the second small bag and when he slid this one out, his eyes grew at the beauty of the ring. When he flipped it, reading the inscription on this one, loving tears filled his eyes and he slid it on his right ring finger. That one fit just as perfectly as the other. Once it was in place, he reached out both hands and cupped Gabe’s face gently and leaned over kissing her deeply. Gabe’s eyes slid shut and she rested her hands on his wrists. They only pulled apart when the need for oxygen became too much. He rested his forehead against hers, placing soft small kisses on her lips. “I can’t believe you did this. These are amazing and perfect Dove. Thank you so much.” He whispered against her lips.

“I’m so happy they fit and you love them.” She responded, nuzzling her nose against his. “I won’t take them off. Being able to have these, staying connected to you even when you can’t be in scenes with me, I’ll have you with me.” Austin gave her another soft kiss before pulling back some, just gazing at her, his beautiful perfect soulmate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the first day of filming some of the scenes from the International, he made sure to wear the blue ring on his left thumb. And he did that because when he would have to kiss the women in the crowd, he cupped their faces and right before kissing them, he slid his thumb over their lips and kissed his ring more than their lips.

There were a few times that the women frowned when he let them go, but with the different camera angles they were getting, Baz didn’t call cut and have them redo it each time. When the scenes would be done, he would head to the sidelines, take the towel Gabe was holding for him and give her a loving kiss. “You were amazing, Aus. Always outdoing yourself each time.” Gabe said with a grin, taking a corner of the towel and wiping away a few beads of sweat from near his eyes. “Thanks Dove. Glad you are here.” His eyes crinkled with a smile as she did that. She wrapped her arms around him, careful of the gems and designs on the jumpsuit he was wearing. Austin hugged her back and kissed her forehead. It wasn’t long before Baz announced they would be doing one more scene at the International stage before the end of the night. “Guess I need to go get changed. Coming with?” He asked, smiling down at Gabe. When she nodded, he turned them and started towards the trailer all of the outfits of his for the entire movie were. Catherine met them there and when they got inside, she pulled out the white jumpsuit with the rope belt. Gabe’s eyes roved over the jumpsuit and bit her tongue so as not to blurt out what she thought of it. Although her eyes probably gave it away when a smirk took over Austin’s face. They took the suit to his trailer, so that Austin could get a quick shower to get rid of the sweat so he wouldn’t be sticking to the new suit. Gabe gently helped Austin slide out of the current jumpsuit as he was still damp and then hung it up on a hanger while he was quick in the bathroom. When Austin stepped back out of the small bathroom, he just needed to finish drying his hair then he was ready to get put back together by hair and makeup. They were just waiting for him to get back to the set and they would get him ready quickly.

Gabe handed him the jumpsuit and held onto the belt while he got into it and when he slid his arms in, she helped him pull it up over his shoulders. Once he was zipped in, she slid the belt around and attached it. He slid his arms around her and gave her a hug, burying his face in her neck. “Love you.” He murmured against her skin. “I love you to Aus.” She threaded her fingers through his hair. Austin pulled back, keeping one arm around her as he guided them out of the trailer back towards set where they would redo his makeup and hair.

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nickjnas11 · 4 months ago

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nicholas jerry "nick" jonas is a thirty two year old musician & actor, born on september 16th, 1992. he is heterosexual, currently single and available to all the connections below + more.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇

ride or die : jenna ortega

best girl friend

hookup turned friend

bromance : austin butler & joe burrow

acquaintance

party buddy

close friends

fast friends : jamie campbell bower

role model

good influence

bad influences

industry buddy : sabrina carpenter

gym buddy

music mentor to : madison beer

divorce buddies : hailey baldwin

acting mentor : tom holland

sibling like : olivia rodrigo

friends who hooked up

new friends

platonic soulmate

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂/𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇

exes on good terms : selena gomez

exes on bad terms

friendly exes

one night stand : madelyn cline

went on a date : ella purnell

hooked up once : sabrina carpenter

casual hookup : zendaya

friend with benefits

drunken mistake

sexual tension

flirtationship

pr relationship

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

rival

frenemy

hateship

mutual dislike

professional competition

suspicious of : bill skarsgård

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

mutuals on social media

matched on a dating app

neighbor

roommate

#connections.

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colemanzdaya · 7 days ago

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zendaya coleman is a 28 year old actress/singer born on september 1st, 1996. she is heterosexual and currently single. she is open to all connections below & more.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇

ride or die - florence pugh

sibling like - andrew garfield & glen powell

platonic soulmate - austin butler

hookup turned friend

acquaintance - hayley williams

party buddy - zayn malik & gracie abrams

unlikely friends

close friends - sydney sweeney

fast friends

role model

wingwoman - ashley "halsey" frangipane

good influence

bad influence

gym buddy

new friends - olivia rodrigo

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂/𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇

exes on good terms - jacob elordi

exes on bad terms

exes with lingering feelings - tom holland

friendly exes

went on a date - chase stokes

casual hookup

friend with benefits - joe burrow

drunken mistake

sexual tension

flirtationship

publicity partner

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

rival

frenemy

hateship

mutual dislike

professional competition

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

mutuals on social media

matched on a dating app

neighbor

roommate

#connections.

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blurredcolour · 2 years ago

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The Great Gift | Masterlist

[In Progress]

Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader - Soulmate AU

The universe has granted humankind with The Great Gift – At age sixteen, the first words spoken by everyone’s soulmate appear on the inside of their forearm. Well…not everyone. Austin Butler is one of the few with an expanse of blank skin, and a hollow heart. Until a chance meeting with an accident-prone person changes everything.

More Than Words

Maybe I'm Amazed

TBD (Part Three)

TBD (Part Four)

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol Consumption, Fluff, Language, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ only

>>> return to main masterlist

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x gn!reader #austin butler smut #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #gender neutral insert #soulmate au

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graciebram · 7 days ago

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𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒 is a twenty five year old singer + songwriter, residing in los angeles, california. she is bicurious and currently single. you can find her connections below the cut.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂

ride or die: sabrina carpenter

bestie squad: taylor swift

best guy friend:

like a brother: alex gaskarth

closeted friend: shawn mendes

hookup turned friend

party buddy: zendaya

close friends

fast friends: madison beer

role model

positive influence: hailee steinfeld

negative influence:

gym buddy

friends who hooked up

new friends

platonic soulmate

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂

exes on good terms

exes on bad terms

toxic exes

friendly exes

went on a date

casual hookup: chase stokes

friend with benefits: dove cameron, paul mescal

drunken mistake: austin butler

almost hooked up

sexual tension: pedro pascal

flirtationship

pr relationship

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

rival

frenemy

hateship

mutual dislike: kendall jenner

professional competition

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

mutuals on social media: hailey baldwin

matched on raya: miles teller

neighbor

roommate

#connections.

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blainesebastian · 2 years ago

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wrong day’s journey into right

words: 2,043 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request based on this prompt idea) “Having a bad day and drenched in rain, the last thing you’re expecting is to meet your soulmate” notes: masterlist here, requests i’m working on here :) if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please let me know! warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

You’ve had plenty of bad days before but this one is really taking the cake for a bunch of reasons.

You consider yourself a pretty optimistic person, looking on the bright side of things, glass half full spiel, but everyone has their limits. It didn’t feel like a day to automatically climb back into bed, but maybe you should have? Just seems like you’ve been on the wrong side of it ever since you went to turn your alarm off and knocked your lamp onto the floor. One small thing after another but you kinda feel like you’re beginning to lose your mind.

The bagel place got your order wrong and you didn’t realize it until you were already at work, you have back to back meetings scheduled (so wrong within itself) and forgot to pack a lunch and it’s impossible for you to get away, the break room only has canned soup to make…and it’s all some sort of mushroom based broth (yuck), and the last meeting of the day runs over. It’s like a domino effect—because the last meeting runs over, it crunches into your dinner time and you planned on staying late anyways, but then you’re hungry (hangry) and snap at your assistant when she offers to help you organize things. Despite apologizing, said assistant goes home for the night and you can’t really blame her—you’ll grab her a coffee and a bagel tomorrow morning (hopefully the right order!) and make it up to her, apologize again.

But it just feels like some sort of never-ending terrible day at this point. Eating dinner feels empty because you’re rushing through it to get last minute work done and when you finally get to leave, you realize you didn’t bring an umbrella today…even though the forecast was not calling for rain this morning.

And it’s pouring, because of course it is.

Mumbling obscenities under your breath, you make a break for the street to hail a cab but you should already know at this point that that’s not going to happen smoothly. You’re ignored just long enough to get drenched, trying one more time with an aggressive waving gesture that doesn’t work. Ultimately you just give up, turning on your heel to rush to the subway. Two quick stops and you’ll be back home, you can get a hot shower, grab a bottle of wine and crawl into bed and pretend this day never happened.

Start fresh tomorrow.

Booking it across the street and down the block, you enter the subway and go down the steps halfway…only to realize you’re on the wrong side, you need uptown not downtown, and go back up to try again.

“Seriously about to lose it,” You mumble to yourself, crossing the street and finding the correct entrance. You let out a sharp breath and go down the steps, taking a moment to breathe and collect yourself before approaching the turnstile.

Scanning your pass from your phone, you move through and attempt to ignore how your clothes are sticking to you. Wet jeans have to be one of the worst things one could experience and your shoes feel squishy against your socks and ugh. You pull your hair over your shoulder and begin to wring it out as you walk towards the steps that lead down to the tracks, double-checking to make sure you’ve got the right terminal before making that mistake a second time.

Good news? You’re not wearing a light-colored shirt, so no one can see your bra. Better news, as you go down the steps, the subway you need has just pulled up. Maybe your day is taking a turn, you just have to pick up the pace down the steps, you’ll totally make it.

Except—you’re not paying attention to where your feet are going because you’re looking at the subway, just within your reach, and you either miss a step or overstep, you can’t tell, and suddenly you’re down.

Your footing disappears from under you, your leg bending slightly underneath your body and your gut reaction is to use your hands to break your fall. Which you do and it works but skin slides right against concrete and fucking ow. Also the subway doors close right in front of you—so that’s cool. A sharp noise definitely leaves your mouth and you’re not sure if it’s better or worse that there’s not a lot of people lingering to see you on the ground. If there had been a few more people around, maybe that would have cushioned your fall.

Bright side? Maybe? You didn’t hit your face, which, if your hands hadn’t been there your chin would have caught the pavement for sure.

Jesus fuck—maybe it’d be better if you just stay down, live here for the time being.

Groaning, you turn a little to put yourself in a sitting position, kinda doing inventory of your bones and such just in case. You had a friend trip over something in her back yard and she heard a loud pop and broke one of the strongest bones in her body, so, you’re really not taking any assumptions that you’re one hundred percent fine.

“Damn, are you okay?”

Blinking, you turn your head slightly to the guy who’s appeared and you have no idea whether you’re honored or mortified that this gorgeous stranger has crouched down to make sure you’re okay. He seems familiar for a reason you can’t put your finger on. This seems like the universe playing some sort of practical joke on you—handsome, boyish features, strong blue eyes, cupid bow lips and wide gentle curls of blonde hair near his forehead.

“Uh, I think—still assessing,” You let out a small laugh, looking down at your hands. They’re scraped up and so are your forearms. Crinkling your nose, you glance up at him, “Nothing seems broken.”

“Well, given the fact you seemed to sail off that second to last step, kind of impressive.”

You scoff, “Oh great, I’m glad you could see my humiliation from start to finish.”

He smiles a little, rubbing the back of his neck before offering you a hand, “Here, let me help.”

God, at this point, why not? The way your luck is going you’ll end up pulling yourself up from the concrete and somehow end up down on the tracks in front of an oncoming subway train. You allow your hand to slip into his and he gives you the support you need to tug yourself up from the ground. Your body is definitely sore but…nothing is broken. Once again, feels like miracle. Standing to his full height, you can see that he’s tall and long and his clothes seem to hug him perfectly while you’re feeling like some sort of drowned rat with your jeans wet. Doesn’t seem fair at all but very on track with what your day has been.

There’s a bench nearby and you move to sit down, smoothing your hands over your legs before brushing your hair out of your face.

“I’m sure someone at one of the desks has a first-aid kit.”

And you look back up at him because you half expected he’d be gone already, his civic duty for the day done. “Oh uhm,” You look down at your forearms and hands and…yeah, could probably use a Band-Aid or two but, “Don’t worry about it, I don’t want you to miss your train.”

He smiles a little, amused, “Kinda already did anyways when I saw you bite the pavement.” Perfect, lovely. “Besides, not like there’s not another one lined up in ten minutes. I’ll be right back.”

He turns to go back up the steps and you chew on your lower lip, kinda just…self-evaluating yourself. This guy is being so sweet even though there’s no reason for him to be. And maybe, maybe, you’d even consider your day turning itself around but with how things are going? He’s probably a serial killer.

Leaning back against the bench, handsome stranger (possibly ax-murderer) comes down the steps with a small white box. Sitting down next to you, he pops the lid open and sifts through for what you need.

“Should probably at least get your name if you’re gonna not only be nice enough to help me up off the ground but patch me up too. Need someone to address the thank you card to.”

He smirks, eyes glancing up at yours before looking back into the kit, “Austin.”

There’s this moment of utter whiplash as your brain makes a bunch of connections that you were missing—that’s why he looks so familiar, this is Austin Butler.

You can not allow yourself to think about this or you’re bound to pass out or throw up so best to table that for later. “Y/N.” You reply instead, “Nice to fall in front of you.”

Austin smiles now, something amused and warm all at the same time. “Nice to meet you too.”

He tugs out a few antiseptic squares for you, handing them over. Humming lightly, you tear them open and begin wiping down a few of your scrapes and cuts on your hands and forearms. Not terrible, not pleasant either. The Band-Aids are a little more difficult to maneuver yourself and Austin tears one open for you, handing it over.

“Can you—”

He blinks before a soft laugh, “Oh right, of course.” He uses his two able hands (slender fingers, rings…) to help put bandages on the larger scrapes on your hands and forearms. And then that’s that, good as new. Your pride is definitely a little sore, not to mention your knees and elbows but…could have been a lot worse, right?

Other subways have gone by but Austin has made no inclination that he’s missed anything.

“Do you make a habit out of this?” You ask after a moment, curling your hair around your ear, “Kind-subway-samaritan?”

Austin smiles, shrugging his one shoulder, “Only on Thursdays. Been thinkin’ of adding it to my résumé,”

“I mean, a Thursday gig is definitely gonna make you stand out against all your other accomplishments.”

And Austin laughs, something warm and genuine and God, it clenches your stomach and makes your cheeks tint pink. You can’t believe out of all the late nights, out of all the subway stations, exhausted and soaking wet and kinda hungry because your dinner didn’t even register with all the work you’d been doing, that you’ve run into Austin Butler.

The universe is really fucking weird sometimes.

You stand from the bench, letting out a soft sigh, “Thank you for everything—I’m gonna try to catch the train without faceplanting again.”

Austin chuckles and collects some trash to throw away, closing the kit and standing as well, “Headed home?”

“I was…but now I feel like I deserve a margarita,” You purse your lips…and a second dinner since your stomach is rumbling. You’re about to offer him a wave and another thank you when the next set of words pass your lips, you have no idea what really motivates you to say it,

“Want to come? I could buy you a drink—really the least I could do.”

And then your eyes kinda widen as your brain catches up with your tongue and you just…you just asked Austin to go get a drink. His eyebrows lift and there’s this amused look on his face as he reacts to your expression more than anything else. Your mouth opens and closes and you’re about to backtrack and apologize, or something, when—

“Sure,” Austin motions to the track as another subway screeches in, turning out to be the one that you need, “Can’t remember the last time I had a margarita.”

You feel like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop but it…doesn’t happen. You turn and get onto the subway; half expecting for Austin to disappear or not get on before the doors close. And yet, he follows you on and sits down right next to you.

This has to be some sort of cosmic coincidence, right? And yet—as you look over at Austin and an easy conversation starts again about margaritas, you kinda can’t help it as you start thinking about the word fate.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things

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