#austin imagine
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LUCKY
austin butler oneshot
warnings: fluff, petnames, slight mention of model!y/n, smut, overstimulation, orgasm denial (?), really bad writing pls cut me some slack lol
a/n: im so sorry if the writing is bad, im not good at lengthy fics especially when it’s smut in it. pls give me some tips! thank you so much <3
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you woke up to the noises of typing on the keyboard. before you could even tell where you were, you shouted out austin’s name. “yes y/n” “where are you..?” “beside you.” he chuckled. still half asleep, you turned your body towards him. he was typing some kind of email, whatever it was, it must’ve been for his work. you could barely even keep your eyes open. “go back to sleep~ it’s early.” he found your hand and planted a kiss on the top of it.
you stretched your arms out and groaned. “noooo i promised that we would spend our last day together having fun! like a bunch of fun.” you whined as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “i would be having just as much fun spending the day in bed with you.” he smiled while finishing up his email. “you’re so boring!” you laughed, finally you sat up to fully wake up. you looked at him and just stared in awe, he looked so handsome especially with the sun beaming on his tan soft skin.
he noticed you were gazing at him “you know, photos last longer.” he smirked and closed his laptop and put it on the coffee table that was on the side of the bed. “shut up” you playfully roll your eyes. “— i want to hang out today! you’ll be leaving me all by myself for god knows how long.”you declared, he was going to film some scenes for the second part of dune in budapest.
you just started dating austin shortly after he finished the filming of elvis. ever since then it’s been amazing. sure the interviews and events got in the way but at the end of the day, you were the one he came home to, but being far away from him, was a little more extreme than what you were you used to.
“i’m gonna take a shower.” you smiled as you got up out of bed and walked over to the closet. you picked out a semi-skin tight brown shirt, army green shorts, and your pretty pair of undergarments that you bought for yourself a few weeks back.
you walked to the bathroom and showered. you put on all of the necessities that you would after you’ve taken a shower. you got dressed in the clothes you picked out earlier. after that was all done you brushed your teeth and fixed up your hair. you put some concealer and mascara on, then topped it all off with perfume.
you walked out of the bathroom, you spotted austin all dressed and ready to go. “what happened to staying in bed all day?” you laughed walking towards him. “i decided, i couldn’t let you go out having fun all by yourself!” he said. you walked close to him, smelling the cologne you loved. “im kind of offended that you used the other shower instead of joining me…”you fake pouted. “you’ll be alright” he kissed your forehead and softly tapped your ass. “will i?” you giggled as you followed him out of the room.
you ran to where the keys were, “you’re driving!” you announced, grabbing the keys and placing them in his hands. “this day is supposed to be fun.” he said jokingly. he walked to the car, noticing that you were waiting for him to open the door. “you should have used the keys to open the door. instead of making me drive!” he began walking slower than before, checking his clothes for any fuzz on it and took his time to look at the flowers that were growing in the front yard. “austin im going to gouge your eyes out with my own two hands.” you stomped over and pushed him to the driver side door, you placed your hand on the handle and unlocked the car.
“thank you austin!” you teased, walking over to the other side of the car and got in. you put on your seatbelt and plugged your phone into the car. “what do you think you’re doing?” “huh?” “i control the music since im driving.” he grinned. you unplugged your phone and handed the cord to him. “where to first?” he plugged his phone in.
“whatever restaurant you want to go to. im hungry.” he nodded and backed out of the driveway.
you couldn’t help but look at him once again. the sunkissed combo couldn’t be beat. plus he was driving with one hand, which made him a trillion times hotter. he was dressed in an off-white button up with a wife beater under it, with black pants being held up with a black belt. to top it all off he had his black heeled boots on. “remember what i told you earlier about a picture?” “you know what, as a matter of fact i will!” you pulled out your phone and took a photo of him, multiple photos. “you are so handsome.”
he drove to the république café bakery, the place where you had your first date. it’s a french bakery, a place where you allowed yourself to feel like a snob nosed rich person.
“how’d you know i wanted to go here?” you smiled. “i just know my girl.” he leaned over to kiss your face. he walked out of the car and open the door for you. there were a few paparazzi out, you just kept your head down and didn’t look at any cameras. even though a lot of people knew about you two, the media likes to emphasize and the last thing you need right now is some emphasized media bullshit. you weren’t that used to paparazzi, most people don’t want photos of models in public unless they are eating something unhealthy or out with a more bigger celebrity.
“im sorry” he sighed as he opened the door for you. “don’t apologize aus. you’re irresistible, especially in that outfit.” you walked by him.
“hi, just two?” the waitress smiled. “yes ma’am” he answered back. he was always so polite. you both sat down and ordered your food.
“what do you plan on doing today?” he said with a mouth full of waffles. “don’t talk with your mouth full.” “you don’t talk with your mouth full.” he mocked you. “real mature.” you giggled, rolling your eyes. “— i was thinking about going to the grammy museum, then ice cream. i don’t wanna wear you out.” you smiled. “and why is that?” he smirked. “don’t ask questions!”
you both finished your food and got back in the car. “this better be worth it y/n, this place is one hell of a drive. you better be lucky im in love with you.” he put the directions on his gps and drove off. “it will be worth it!”
he was right, it was a hell of a drive, you fell asleep in the car. “babe, we’re here” you raised your head up and wiped the slobber coming from the side of your mouth. “you were snoring” he teases, unbuckling his seatbelt. “was not!” yes you were. he onced again opened the door for you and watched you get out the car. a lot of people stopped in their tracks, probably because they saw austin butler, he’d been everywhere lately, it’s super hard to miss him.
not too many people were asking to take photos with you however, again, people weren’t as fond of models than they were actors. you’re sure they took pictures of you holding his hand or something of that matter. you got inside and waited in line to purchase your tickets.
you walked through a bunch of different areas in the museum, seeing clips of artist accept awards, a literal grammy right in front of you, iconic artist outfits and of course, austin’s favorite, elvis.
“oh wow. elvis looks so handsome here!” you watched a few videos on a tiny screen that was playing his concerts. “oh shit didn’t you wear something like this? this is amazing!” you pointed to the 68’ comeback special outfit. he couldn’t get a word out because you just kept gawking about elvis, he didn’t mind it though.
“wait lemme get a picture of you in front of it!” you ran over to austin and scooted him to the elvis panel, you must’ve taken ten photos. “alright we can move on now.” you smiled.
you looked around more, saw some more iconic outfits and listened to more music. you discovered these instruments you could play. “does this piano work?” you pressed a few keys as a gasped left your lips, surprised that the piano actually worked. you adjusted the seat and sat in front of the piano, you looked back at austin. “i’m gonna play something that’s so grammy worthy, they’ll put me in this museum”
you cleared your throat and began singing“ohhh my love~” you weren’t playing the keys right at all. he started recording you without you even knowing. “my darling, i hunger for your touch. a long… lonely time… honestly i think i should’ve auditioned for elvis. i probably would’ve been your understudy” you patted your own back, jokingly. “i don’t know about that one.” he laughed and tucked his phone in his back pocket.
you and austin finished looking around and were ready to go to get ice cream. plus your legs were really tired. you painfully walked back to the car. “i workout every day and my legs hurt from walking for like an hour… why?!” you whined. he just laughed at you. “just go back to sleep, your legs will feel better.” he placed his hand on your thigh. “k…” you smiled and leaned back and went to sleep.
before you know it, you’re back home. “what about the ice cream?” you mumbled. “we can go out again. come on let’s take a nap.” he unbuckled his and yours seatbelt. you got out the car and got in the house. then both of you fell asleep on the couch.
“hey, i made us something to eat. i got ice cream from the store, don’t worry. i got popsicles too but they aren’t froze yet.” he leaned over the couch and kissed your face. “it smells good” “you should come and try it, it taste as good as it smells.” he announced from the kitchen.
you slowly got off the couch and walked to the kitchen. he had made cooked salmon and white rice. “oh my, we’ve got a chef… maybe you should just stay and cook for me.” you smiled sitting down across from him. “i’ll think about it.” he smiled back.
it was moments like this where you just couldn’t believe how blessed you were to be with austin. he was everything a girl wanted. the definition of boyfriend material right in front of you and he was all yours. though, you were worried about his projects getting in the way. you could barely handle the interviews, events, and constant traveling. what’s it gonna be like when he’s in different states, countries, even a different continent?
he told you not to worry, he told you that if it gets too bad, he’d come back for a break. you didn’t want him to just take a break just because you missed him. you told him you’d be fine. when you weren’t but you understood it’s work, not a side hobby. this is his job, not an activity anybody could do.
“you okay?” “yeah! im just, thinking.” you smiled, finishing your meal. “this was really good aus, thank you.” you got up from your seat, austin did the same. you took his plate and washed it, then put it away.
austin followed you up stairs and to the room. “damn we aren’t gonna be able to sleep, we already took a long ass nap.” you mentioned while fixing the bed up. “gives me more time with you before i leave.” he hugged you from behind, swaying your bodies. this man was so in love with you, he didn’t even care about sleepless nights as long as you were there.
“alright, i gotta change into my pajamas.” you laughed, removing austin’s arms from your waist. you walked into the bathroom and took your clothes off and put it in the hamper. since you already were in the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and put your hair up.
you accidentally forgot to grab your pajamas before you went to the bathroom, you walked out back into the bedroom in your new pair of intimates, ones that austin didn’t know about. “when did you buy those.” his eyes were glued to your body. “a few weeks ago.” you answered. “where was i?” “being interviewed i think.” you decided not to get any pajamas and just got into the bed.
he still couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you chuckled. “im taking a mental picture, don’t worry.” he smirked. you sat up in bed scrolling on your phone, with your cleavage on full display. austin took quick looks at your body. “hey let’s watch a movie, your pick.” you smiled. “ferris bueller?” “you know me so well.”
you laid on austin’s chest, in between his legs as he slid his fingers up and down your waist. it was silent between the both of you, the only noises were from the movie, you contemplated on if you should say something or keep letting silence fill the room.
“im gonna miss you so much.” you said while you drew swirls on his chest with your finger. “im gonna miss you too, i’ll make sure to text and call you whenever i can.” he whispered. “i’ll make sure to answer.” you looked up, into austin’s eyes as he looked down at yours. god you couldn’t take it anymore.
you lift your body up to kiss him. you move your hand from his chest to cup his face. austin kept his hand on your waist, but his grip was a bit stronger. you moved on top but never removed your lips from him. “you don’t know what these things are doing to me.” austin took a breath, he toyed with the ends of your panties.
he pushed you up so he had more access to your chest. he pulled down your bra straps and moved your bra down to your waist. he kissed your exposed breast, focusing on one with his mouth and the other with his hand. his tongue flicked over your nipple rapidly. “mmm” you purred while you threw your head back while your hands are on his shoulders. his hand played with your breast, gently squeezing it. you pushed yourself from him. “what’s wrong?”
“let me please you” you smiled. “but-“ you shut him up with a sensual kiss then moved down on his body, leaving love marks on his neck and chest. listening to the hums he gave in response.
“i’m gonna need to cover those up before i go.” he smiles while rubbing the side of your face with his thumb. you played with the waistband of his boxers and rubbed him through the fabric.
hesitant, you slowly remove his boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock. he exhaled softly, bracing himself. “is this okay?” you looked at him through your eyelashes. “yeah baby.” he whispered in a low voice. you began stroking his length, preparing both you and him. your lips parted around him, austin couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip, lightly tugging at your hair. you swirled your tongue around his head. he moaned softly in response to your actions. “so good” he breathed.
you hollowed your cheeks and made eye contact with you. austin could barely keep his mind straight, as much as he wanted to look at you, it felt too good to maintain eye contact.
“y/n- i’m… please keep going.” he groaned, keeping his hand lightly on your head, still pulling at your hair. he bucked his hips up causing you to gag a little. “sorry…” “don’t worry bout it baby. i know that im making you feel good.” you placed his cock back in your mouth. using your hands and mouth. “fuck baby~” he gripped your hair tighter and pushed your head down as his warm essence flowed down your throat.
“shit.” he breathed. “lay on your back.” he demanded. you listened and laid down. “i don’t even wanna remove these. they look so pretty on your body.” he smirked, he carefully removed your lace panties and put them off to the side.
“so pretty…” he said lowly. he kissed your thighs and moved inwards from there. his lips finally met your folds, he glided his tongue up your slit and sucked on your clit. you gasped, you didn’t know what to do with your hands. you put one of your hands through his hair and bit your finger on the other.
he traced your slit with his finger, he slowly placed his finger inside you. your back arched and you grabbed the sheets. he held your hips down with one hand as he used the other to finger you. you moaned from the pained pleasure. “g’faster.” you plead to austin. “you sure angel?” “mhm.” you nodded your head quickly.
he went faster, he added a second finger, as well as going back to swirling and sucking on your bud. he hummed on your pussy, sending a vibration up your body.
he removed his mouth and switched the fingers he was using from pointer and middle to middle and ring finger. “please keep going aus… i’m… s’close.”
his fingers went faster, your eyes were closed shut tight. “aus.” everything suddenly stopped, no more pleasure, no more pain, just a remain of pent up need for austin. “why’d… why’d you stop” you panted. “i don’t want you to cum yet…”
he positioned himself in front of you, he spit on his hand and stroked himself a few times. he massaged your slit with his tip before slowly inserting himself inside of you. it was a slight burn feeling when he fit all of his length inside you.
he rocked his hips, going in and out of you. he set the pace, trying his best not to hurt you. you were still very sensitive. once you got used to the pain, it melted into pleasure.
austin began to pick up the pace, grinding a little more harder into you. hitting your g-spot just right. austin put his head in the crook of your neck. you scratched his back, he was hitting all the right spots that he knew drove you insane. “right there… please go… fas-ter.” your thoughts were scattered, he did as requested.
your hands grabbed his arms, unintentionally pushing his arms back making his arms slide. he got your hands off of him and restrained your hands by pinning them down on the bed.
your walls clenched around austin and you started seeing stars. austin started placing hickeys on your neck while thrusting faster and deeper into you. “you’re doing so good… taking me… so well.” he softly spoke in your ear, his praise was like music.
“it feels so good.” you slurred your words, trying to gain eyesight once again. “yeah?” he smirked against your skin. he barely removed himself out of you, he continuously rolled his hips against you. more mumbled curses and pleads fell from your lips.
“i can’t- im gonna come…” “go ahead baby.” he said. just like that a wave of bliss rushed over you. it was all over, for about 15 seconds.
austin buried his face in between your thighs in a matter of seconds.
“aus- what are you-“ your words were cut off by a choked moan. “you just taste s’good” he mumbled on your heat. your eyes rolled back as you jolted your hips up and grabbed his hair. you felt your stomach tight and warm salty tears ran down your face, as you dissolved into your next climax. “you’re such a good girl…” austin kissed your face.
your breath was heavy, he kissed your forehead. “i love you so much.”
“love you too, aus.”
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Series Warnings: Language, fake relationship, lying, drinking, major depressive disorder, mommy issues. Mentions of occasionally sexual interactions/ wording. Maybe eventual smut. Individual chapter warnings will appear as needed. Spelling and Grammatical errors like always.
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Chapter 10: Forgiving Weddings
Austin and yourself reached IHOP after some time. You got a table ready for three and just waited for your sister to show up. You didn’t know if she was going to show up by herself… or if your parents were going to show up as well. Her soon-to-be husband could be coming. Hell, your whole family can be showing up at this point.
You swirled the straw along your drink in nerves. The ice hit against the glass with every swirl your straw made. You let out a huff and let go of the straw before looking outside. What if it was a lie? What if she doesn’t show up at all?
“Sweetheart,” Austin’s voice pulled you away from the window. Your eyes quickly from his blue ones and you smiled softly. “She’ll be here.”
“I know I know… I just can’t help but think otherwise.” You said with a sad voice.
“Your mother said she’ll make sure she’s here.” He tried to ease your worries. You nodded slowly and pressed your head against his shoulder. That almost confirmed that your mother was going to be here, and you didn’t know if you really wanted her to be.
You turned your head back over to the window and waited for her car to pull up. Seconds soon turned to minutes, and those minutes made you suffer. Your stomach boiled with nerves and you felt as if you were going to throw up. All you wanted to do was go back to the hotel and hide under the covers.
A very similar black car pulled into the parking lot. You knew it was your sister's by the stickers that littered her back window. Yet, right behind her another familiar car pulled one. What was your brother doing here? You nudged Austin with your elbow and pointed toward the vehicles.
“That’s my sister… and my brother. Why is he here?” You turned to Austin for an answer, though all he gave you was a shrug of his shoulders. You gave him an annoyed face and just shook your head. “Go meet them by the door please?”
“Of course,” he nodded and kissed your cheek before getting up. Now you were just left with your worried thoughts. At least your mother wasn’t here. That was a positive. You just didn’t know why your brother was here. He wasn’t even thought about. Well, you thought about it at the beginning. Yet, there was no point for him. Unless he came to rub it in your face-
“Y/n,” your head turned quickly at the sound and saw Kenzie. You smiled as you got up from the table and hugged her.
“What are you doing here?” You questioned as she returned your hug.
“I’m here to help,” she said with a smile. You pulled away and gave her a thankful smile. Everyone made their way over and sat down. Your sister was across from you and next to her sat your brother and Kenzie. Austin sat right next to you.
“Let’s order the drinks and food first, then we’ll talk?” You suggested as you looked at Amelia who just held a cold stare. Yet, she nodded slightly giving you your answer. The waitress came around after a bit and you guys ordered the rest of the drinks and your meals. That was the easy part… now you just had to explain.
“Amelia… I… I really am sorry. I didn’t think you would find out.”
“Of course you didn’t. You must think I’m so dumb.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. You let out a sigh and felt Austin’s hand land on your thigh.
“Look… it all started innocently. I just… I got to this really deep dark place in my life. I didn’t want to do anything. I just wanted to stay home and suffer.” You started to explain. Amelia’s expression softened lightly. “It started a bit after I moved away. At first, I thought I was homesick… but it just turned out I was just experiencing the realization. It sent me through this depression, which I’m still working through.”
“I didn’t know that… I didn’t know you even had depression.” Amelia spoke up with a soft voice. You gave her a sympathetic smile and shrugged it off.
“No one besides myself and my therapist knew. Then Austin found out… and now you guys know.”
“I’m sorry…” Amelia said softly.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. I caused this whole big mess. If I was just honest with you guys none of this would have happened.”
“Why didn’t you say anything when Amelia told you to bring him? That he was Nic’s best man.” Maxwell butted into the conversation.
“Because of that. She asked me to bring him, and she made sure I would bring him by stating he was the best man. So, the plan was to just find someone. I couldn’t use any of my friends and well… Austin was an old friend. He didn’t have to agree with it, but he did and I am forever grateful for that.”
“And now you two are in love,” Kenzie said with a smile on her face. You nodded slowly and looked at Austin.
“Yeah,” you said softly. Austin looked at you and smiled. There was just something about his look that told you that he loved you. That he was in love with you too. You turned your head back at Amelia. “I wanted to tell you last night, but you just stormed off.”
“I’m sorry… I should’ve stayed and listened to you.” Amelia said with a frown.
“You don’t have to be sorry, I promise. I just… I didn’t want something like this to ruin your special day.”
“Eventually we would’ve told everyone the truth. We didn’t want to be that couple who had a fake four years of their relationship. Because then marriage would’ve been pushed. We’ve only been together… for almost a month at this point.” Austin spoke up. You nodded agreeing with him.
Amelia and Maxwell shared a look between the both of them. You rolled your eyes as you knew what was about to happen. It was that shared look two siblings shared when their other sibling got into a relationship.
“Well, Austin. Trust me when I say… if you do anything to break our sister's heart… let alone make her cry. We will be sure you won’t see the sun anymore.” Maxwell threatened.
“Maxwell!” You gasped.
“It’s fine,” Austin chuckled lightly, “I would never dream about hurting, Y/n. She’s everything I ever wanted and more.” The three girls were awed at Austin’s comment. You found yourself melting against his side.
Soon the food came to the table and you all ate. It was Amelia’s last day before she got married. You were happy to be spending it with her and your siblings, along with Kenzie and Austin. It was like you felt all those adverse effects of depression fly away.
Of course, it wasn’t that easy. You never really get cured of depression. You just get better at handling it. You didn’t know how easy it felt when you were surrounded by people who loved you. Maybe it was time to move back home. Be the aunt who can babysit her brother’s baby. Be the sister Amelia needs. But… you didn’t want to leave Austin.
That was something to worry about later on. You have to take it one day at a time. If not, you would start to worry. Especially if you decided to move back home… and Austin didn’t want to.
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The day came quicker than expected. It seemed like you had just landed with Austin, and now your sister was getting married. You just knew that this was going to be the longest day. You were already at her house with the other members of the bridal party. The boys were over at your parent’s house getting ready.
It was about six in the morning and we were all up and running around. The wedding was scheduled for eleven. You ran the brush loosely through the tight curls. You hummed along to the music and smoothed out Amelia’s hair. She wanted glam, yet with a soft approach. She wanted to make sure all eyes were on her but also didn’t want to look like a slut.
“There you go,” you smiled and looked at Amelia through the mirror. She looked up from her phone and smiled. She turned her head from side to side, making sure to look at every angle.
“It’s perfect, I love it.” She complimented your handy work. You nodded softly and walked away so that she could get her makeup together. You pushed out of her little makeup room and made your way down the hall.
Those same feelings you felt back at the bridal store you were feeling all over again. You couldn’t let your mother just control you like this. You couldn’t let her get to you anymore. You were going to get married. In all honesty, you wished it would be with Austin. Was it wrong to think that though? It was so early in your relationship. Maybe it was because you were getting older.
You reached the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You let out a sigh and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had five hours until you had to get the the venue. Five hours to in your thoughts. You were watching everyone run around getting ready. It stressed you out. You couldn’t even imagine what your sister was feeling.
You heard the tune of your ringtone and pulled out your phone. You looked at the caller ID and smiled. You answered and brought the phone up to your ear. “Hi, Austin.”
“Hey, sweetheart. I wanted to check on you.”
“I’m okay… I feel a little overwhelmed. My mom has been on me since I got here.” You let out a sigh and made your way over to the toilet.
“I’m sorry I can’t be there,” he apologized. You frowned and sat down on the closed toilet.
“Austin, you are the best man. You have to be there for Nic.”
“I know I know,” he chuckled lightly. He knew you were right, but to also be honest… the guys were just hanging out. Some were even asleep. The truth was that they didn’t need five hours to get ready. “I just… I remember how I saw you in that dressing room. I don’t want to see you like that again.”
“Aus…” you blushed lightly and buried your face against your arm. “That’s so sweet.”
“I would suggest we sneak out and get coffee, but you might be more needed over there than I am here.” He joked lightly, but you also knew he was dead serious. If you were able to, you would sneak out to get that coffee. All you wanted to do was spend as much time around him as possible.
“I still can’t believe this is a whole day thing. Sometimes I wish I was just invited and not pushed into everything else.” You admitted to him. You heard him hum in agreement and could only imagine him nodding. The way his curls would ever so slightly bounce.
“You’re telling me,” he said as he let out a yawn, “most of the guys here fell back asleep.”
“You should get some sleep. I can hear it in your voice.”
“I can hear it in yours also,” he chuckled lightly.
“Hmm, I wish I could. Everyone is running around. Just finished Amelia’s hair. She’s doing her makeup next.”
“Are you in the bathroom right now?”
“Yes… How did you know?” You questioned your boyfriend’s ability.
“Because I know ya. Look, I’m sure no one will be mad if you snuck off and took a nap.”
“Oh please, if my mom saw me like that she would kill me.” You admitted to him with a sigh. You could just see the sad look Austin held on his face. You knew he wasn’t the biggest fan of your mother.
“We don’t have to be at the venue till ten. You have plenty of time to take a nap, and then get dressed. Take a nap.” You let out a light whine and ran your hand on your face.
“Fine fine fine… I’ll try.” You told him.
The two of you hung up shortly afterwards and you sat with your thoughts. You knew you told him you would take a nap, but you just didn’t want to risk it. So, you got up from your seated position and left the bathroom.
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“Hello everyone, if you don’t know me I’m Y/n. I am the maid of honor, but also her sister.” You started off your speech. “It’s been a crazy few months here putting together the whole wedding. You know, I grew up in a very rough household, at least for me. My mother was never one to love me too much. Hell, she still hates me. I found comfort in Amelia and our brother Maxwell. Amelia has such a kind-hearted soul, that when you accidentally hurt her, you’re the one crying. I made the mistake of telling her a lie. I wasn’t completely honest with her, and yet she still forgave me.”
You smiled softly at your sister and turned to look at Austin. He held such a proud smile on his face and you couldn’t help but blush. “A silly little lie that played a huge part. I’m very glad for what she did, and I think a part of her is glad she did. You got yourself a very lucky girl, Nic. Don’t mess this up, because this is the only chance you got.”
“Amelia will always be the girl you want in your life. She brightens up the room. She’s the smartest girl in the room. She’s the most caring and bubbly girl in the room. I always call her Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo, because she is the princess. Today she has become the queen. I love you, Amelia.” You smiled and put the microphone down. Cheers erupted in the room as you slowly made your way back to the table.
“Thank you, Y/n,” Amelia said once you sat down. You smiled and looked at her. You reached your hands over to her and took hers in yours.
“Thank you, Amelia.” You squeezed her hands and turned toward where the microphone stood. Austin was making his way up for his speech. Austin picked up the microphone and looked around.
“I’m gonna be honest here, I only met Nic a few months ago,” Austin started off, which caused the guests to let out a laugh. “Yet, that was just enough time to know the kind of person he was. He’s a great man and without him… I wouldn’t have found love. Nic is a special lad here, and I know he won’t mess this up. He loves Amelia with all his heart, and I know that. A man who is in love… he wouldn’t do anything to mess that up.”
Amelia looked at you and grabbed your hand. You smiled at her and rested your head against her shoulder. “Amelia is great as well. I mean these two are bound to be together for life. When you look at someone, you can tell when they are in love. These two are in love, and they will be for life.”
Austin finished his speech so long after and everything kind of calmed down. People were doing their own thing. Minging around, conversing, drinking… everyone was doing their own thing. You found your way outside. You loved your sister, but in all honesty, you couldn’t take it anymore in there.
You heard the sound of a door clicking open and shortly closing behind you. You let out a hum and a smile already knowing who it was. You knew he would join you out here eventually. You kept your eyes straight and closed your eyes gently.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to head home,” Austin spoke from beside you. You nodded in agreement with his statement. You’ve been up since… five and you just wanted to go home and sleep. Yet, you had a feeling he meant home as in California. You knew you had to tell him how you felt, but it wasn’t the time now.
“Yeah,” you said softly and opened your eyes so that you could look at him.
“But you don’t want to,” Austin stated. You gave him a sad smile and looked away. He knew how to read you. He knew everything about you. Even the things you didn’t want him to know.
“I want to move back home,” you admitted with a quiet voice. “Being here… it made me realize that I was lost without my family. I want to be with my sister… I want to be with my brother, and I want to be there for my niece or nephew when they are born.”
“I want you to follow your heart, and I will help you move back home.” You shook your head at his words. You couldn’t help yourself with all the emotions you were feeling.
“I don’t want to leave you. I can’t,” you shook your head and turned away from him. “I just go you back and I can’t lose that… and I can’t ask you to come with me because your life is in California… y-your family is there… I just… I-”
“Sweetheart,” he brought his thumb under your chin and turned your face. You looked up at him with teary eyes. “I lost you once years ago. I’m not losing you again. Ever.”
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idk if ya done one like this all ready..but could you do one where you and Austin are at a awards season party and everything’s going good until Austin’s manager tells you that your not good enough for Austin..you take off to the bathroom to get some air and Austin finds you and tries to help but you have a hard time telling him what happened..he gets a little mad you have a slight panic attack he regrets getting mad..and you finally tell him everything
Thank you for the request! ❤️
Austin's life was being a whirlwind of crazy when it came to promoting Elvis and now the award shows where he took with you him to every single one. You weren't use to this kind of lifestyle of things, but you were having a great time just being able to support your man every step of the way. He loved having you by his side because he felt you calmed his nerves and he just couldn't do any of these things without his woman by his side. He made you feel so special and you wouldn't think about not being there for him. He deserved every bit of all the wonderful things that were beginning to happen for him. But other people around him did not feel the same about you, his manager in particular seemed to always have an issue with you. You couldn't figure out why but somehow you seemed to have rubbed her the wrong way from the beginning. So whenever you went to events with Austin you did your best to avoid his manager.
You had attended the Golden Globes with him and afterwards he suggested that the two of you head over to the afterparty, where he introduced you to nearly everyone you never met so many famous people in your life, you felt like your head was spinning. As the night went on you had clung to Austin's arm most of it and giving his cheek small kisses. "Having a good time, baby?" he mumbled. You nodded at his words. "I am.. It's all so overwhelming as always. But I'm having a wonderful time." you hummed. He laughed softly, nodding his head. "It's a bit overwhelming for me as well." he smiled, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your lips, while his manager rolled his eyes at the sight of you two, something about you he just didn't like. He felt Austin should date someone who was in the industry not someone who was kind of an outsider. Someone had called out Austin's name wanting to speak with him and he pressed a kiss to your hand with a smile. "I'll be right back, baby." he said softly. You nodded watching him go off and smiling as a few people who you had been introduced to made conversation with you.
Things were going so well and you were feeling great that was until Austin's manager had approached you. "Y/N." he said sternly. "Oh..Hi." you said shyly, swallowing thickly. "Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked. "Um, sure, okay." you responded as the two of you moved off to the side. "Don't take this the wrong way, but.. Is this really this place for you?" he says rudely. "Excuse me?" you say, furrowing your brow. "Well.. You're not right for him.. He should be dating someone more on his level." he says his words cutting you deep. You tried your best to hold back any tears that were forcing their way out. "I should probably go find Austin.." you whisper as you went to walk away he grabbed your arm. "I'm just saying.. You're not good enough for him. Maybe think about how this makes him look." he uttered. You pulled your arm away from and now the tears were streaming down your face that you didn't even bother to look for Austin you ended up running to the bathroom for some air and Austin sees you run off and he grows a bit concerned so he follows you to the bathroom, where you leaning over the sink and crying softly.
"Baby? What's the matter? What happened?" he says softly as he walked over to you and wrapping his arms around you, you shook your head not wanting to tell him the conversation you just had with his manager. You didn't want to cause issues or further this mans hated toward you. You leaned into Austin's embrace, continuing to cry into his chest. He squeezed his arms around you. "Please, baby.. Tell me what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked, letting out a soft sigh. You tilted your head up to look at him through your teary eyes, some of your eye makeup a bit of a mess. "I-I can't.." you whispered. He furrowed his brow a bit. "What do you mean you can't?" he says. "I just.. I can't.. I don't know.." you stuttered and stammered over your words nervously. You had to tell him but you just didn't know how. "Y/N, stop it. Just tell me what's wrong." he visibly getting a bit frustrated that you wouldn't just tell him what was wrong.
"I just don't know how.." you mumbled and you felt his arms let go of you and he was a bit angry now. "Would you stop!? Why won't you just tell me what the hell is the matter with you??" he yelled. A small pout forming on your lips as you stepped away from him, wiping your eyes and becoming more upset that he was getting angry with you. You just didn't know how to tell him that his manager was so nasty toward you and now your chest felt heavy and your head felt woozy as you began to hyperventilate, gripping onto the countertop realizing you were having a panic attack. When he sees this any angry feelings he suddenly had were gone as he rushed to your side and cupped your face in his hands. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get mad. I just wanna know what's wrong.." he mumbled, placing small kisses to your face. "Just relax.. Breathe, honey." he whispered to you. You took a deep breath trying to center yourself as he helped you through your small panic attack.
You looked up at him and your lip tremble with fear but you knew you had to tell him or it was going to drive you crazy. "Aus.. It-It was your manager.. He was so mean and said some hurtful things to me.." you said softly through your little sniffles, as you still had a few tears streaming down your face. He raised an eyebrow and his blue eyes suddenly turn almost black. "What the hell did he say?" he asked. You swallowed harshly, the words leaving you nervously. "H-He was saying how I'm not right for you and how you should date someone more.. Well.. I-I guess better. How I'm not good enough..." those very words had you crying all over again. Austin was furious and he clenched his jaw angrily. His hands gently brushing against your face. "Okay, baby.. Listen to me, honey, don't you listen to what that bastard says. You are plenty good enough for me. I don't want anyone else, you hear me? I only want you. I love you and only you." he whispered before kissing your lips softly. His very words were the thing to stop your crying and a small smile forming on your lips as he kissed you. You slipped your arms around his shoulders and you clung to him tight as you hugged him, sniffling softly. "I love you too.. So much.. I'm sorry." you mumbled.
"What are you sorry for? You did nothing wrong. But I will not have someone manage me who is blatantly disrespectful to the woman I love. I won't have it." he said sternly. You pulled back just a bit from him and nodded your head slowly. He wiped some of your left over tears from your face and some of your makeup that was a little smudged, grabbing a bit of tissue and cleaning your face for you. You smiled a bit. "Don't you worry about a thing, honey." he said softly, throwing the tissue away and then grabbing a hold of your hand as the two of you made your way back out. Your heart was racing not knowing what was about to happen as Austin approached his managed with you rightfully by his side and he didn't waste a second to say something, interrupting the conversation his managed was in the middle of. "Just who do you think you are spewing such hurtful shit to my girlfriend?!" he blurts out. His manager was taken by surprised because Austin never got the way he was in this moment. His manager excusing himself from his conversation. "Just calm down.." he says. "Calm down?! Who are you tell someone that they aren't good enough?!" he yelled. Your eyes widen seeing Austin fly off the handle in such a way, you grasped his arm a bit tighter as you hid your face against his shoulder.
"I was just being honest with her.. She-" Austin cut him off. "Enough! She is the love of my life and you don't dictate who I date. You're fired!" he shouts and he clutched onto your hand tight as he stormed off pulling you along with him, deciding it was time to leave. His manager in complete disarray from what just happened. You look over at Austin as the two of you headed out and his face was painted with anger. "Austin?" you whispered. He glanced over at you and the expression on his face turning to softer one. "Yes, baby?" he replied. "You didn't have to do that for me... But thank you." you said softly. He smiled bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing several small kisses to the back of your hand. "I won't ever let anyone get away with hurting you." he said mumbled. You slipped your arms around his waist and he draped his arm around your shoulder and you held onto him, feeling so protected and loved by him.
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So cute. 😭😭 The manager was giving colonel vibes, idk. lmaooo
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mistletoe | austin butler one shot
word count: 514
pairing: austin x fem!reader
warnings: pure fluff, kissing, christmas
summary: austin’s been dying to get a kiss under the mistletoe. he has multiple attempts until he has to pull the dramatics out
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It's finally the holiday season & you and your boyfriend, Austin, have your apartment all decorated.
Austin sneakily hung up mistletoe in the door way between the living room and hallway, & has been trying many attempts to get you underneath it since.
Attempt number one:
You're currently sitting on the couch watching your favorite show. Austin comes out of the bedroom with a new outfit on.
"Baby, what do we think?" he asks you.
"I love it, honey! You look so handsome."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm."
"Handsome enough for a kiss?"
"Yes, of course. But I don't feel like getting up, so I owe you one."
Austin rolls his eyes and walks back to the bedroom.
Attempt number two:
Austin wakes up in the morning without you beside him, as you were up before him for a change.
He gets out of bed and stands in doorway waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. Austin really feels confident that this could be the time where he can snag that mistletoe kiss. He's shirtless, and he knows you can't resist not being all over him in the morning when he wakes up like that.
"Oh good morning, Aus. Sorry, no time for a kiss. I forgot I have an early work day. I love you!" you say walking out of the bathroom, before heading out the door.
"Love you too!" he says before muttering, "Goddamnit." to himself.
Attempt number three:
You walked out the bedroom, your eyes glued to your phone as you're still checking messages after just waking up. You lean against the wall in the door way, just stopping to scroll.
"Alright, third times a charm." Austin thought to himself.
Austin started walking towards you from the kitchen.
"Oh! Hi baby!" you heard him walking towards you, so you went to go meet with him.
You gave him a kiss good morning but not where he wanted.
Attempt number four:
Austin is giving up and is going to get his kiss one way or another. He decides to put his acting skills to use.
"Y/N! COME QUICK! I NEED YOUR HELP!" he shouts.
"Oh my god, Aus! What's wrong?!" You ask him running out of the bedroom.
"I'm stuck! I can't move! These berries that are above me have put a curse on me! I can't move from this spot until I have true loves kiss!" he says, faking agony.
"You want a kiss under the mistletoe? Where did that even come from?"
"Yes, I would very much love one! I think that would help me get away from here!"
"God, you're such a dork. Come here."
You bring him in by cupping his face & giving him a kiss. He puts his hands on your face doing the same.
"Finally." Austin says.
"How long has that mistletoe been there?" you ask him.
"Since we decorated."
"That long?"
"Yeah! And I've been trying to get you under here since."
"Well, now you have me. Happy?"
"Mhm." and with that, he kisses you this time. The kiss he's been waiting for what felt like forever.
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Hunka Hunka Burnin Love
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler
Requested: yes - nonnies ♥️
Prompt: You were cast in the role of Dixie Locke, Elvis' girlfriend from Memphis, which means you've spent quite a bit of time with the star of the show, Austin. He can't seem to keep his hands off of you on the red carpet and others are starting to notice. [ Fem!Reader ]
TW: Aus is kinda rough in this ngl but i think that's all?
Rating: M, it's pwp let's be honest here || Word Count: 3986
A/N: it's been a hot min since i graced y'all with some smut, but i hope you enjoy this one cause i have like 3 more smuts queued for this week so BUCKLE UP BABES I HOPE U BROUGHT UR HORNY HATS
also let's play a game lolol i describe aus's outfit in this and i want y'all to send me pics of which outfit you think i'm describing lmao
🦋 mila
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You glance in the mirror one more time, fluffing up your hair with your fingers. You stick your lips out into a pout and peer into the glass before shaking your head with embarrassment. What are you doing? You shouldn’t be egging him on in public like this. It’s not professional.
Since being cast as Dixie Locke, one of Elvis’ ex-girlfriends, you’d been spending a lot of time together with Austin. Maybe a little too much time. It has been an honor playing the part and, although it seems small, you’ve filmed a large number of scenes with the leading man. As can be expected with a man as fine as Austin Butler, you found yourself catching feelings pretty quickly. Austin is just so handsome, sweet, and respectful. He’s irresistibly charming, practically magnetic. It’s only natural that you would fall in love with him.
Although you haven’t used the words “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” yet, you both know that your relationship is exclusive. Even though you’d made the decision together, you’d also agreed that it’s best to keep your relationship a secret until the press from the movie has died down.
As far as the public is concerned, you and Austin are friends. And you’re going to stay friends because that’s what is best for your relationship, both professionally and emotionally. Whether it was best for your sexual or mental well-being is a different question, but you push the thought out of your mind, turning around to check out your ass in the floor-length black gown. You heave a deep breath and exit the women’s bathroom. As soon as you step out, you hear your name being called by Olivia. You turn toward her with a smile, making your way over to where she’s standing. She holds out her hands and you take them with an excited squeeze.
“You look so incredibly hot!” Olivia says with a big grin. You pretend to pose for the camera, fluttering your eyelashes with a giggle.
“Thank you, but I’m nothing compared to you, queen!” you shout back, gesturing at her amazingly gorgeous white dress. She laughs and then twirls around with a curtsey.
“Holy shit…”
You whirl around at the sound of that familiar deep voice behind you. You know it’s Austin before you can even see him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you gaze over at him. He looks so incredibly handsome in a black suit with a subtle sparkle to it and a silky black scarf hanging loosely around his neck. Out of instinct, you bite your lip and smile at him as you catch his eyes tracing down your figure. You feel flustered, heat rising into your face and ears as Olivia starts a conversation with Austin about all of your outfits.
Soon, it’s time for you all to go out to the red carpet for pictures and interviews. You have been informed that most of your photos will be singular shots of you, but obviously a few will be taken with Austin since your characters are so close in the film. But for now, you’re about as far from him on the carpet as you possibly could be. You maneuver yourself onto your designated space on the carpet, propping a hand on your hip sassily. The dress was designed by Gucci and it hugs your body in all the right places. The black matching heels are extremely tall, elongating your legs in a way that makes them look impossibly tall and toned. You feel sexy, you have to admit. You glance to the right to flash a smile at some reporters shouting your name. Since you're looking the other way, it scares you when Austin’s hand expertly slides around the back of your waist.
“Hi gorgeous,” that low seductive voice of his practically moans into your ear. You flip around and smile up at him, unable to stop your eyes from darting down to his lusciously plump lips.
“Hi there,” you whisper back.
He is so beautiful and even more so when he’s staring down at you like that, with his eyes hungrily searching every centimeter of your body. You feel heat creeping back into your face again, so you avert eye contact and return to posing for the cameras. You let your hand momentarily rest on Austin’s chest, your fingers slyly pushing the half-buttoned fabric out of your way. His fingers curl around your waist and your hand on his chest, pulling you closer to him.
“You look so sexy, babe,” he says, bending his head down into your hair.
He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and your eyes go wide. He’s kissed your hand and your cheek in public before, but somehow this feels much more intimate. Much more dangerous. And he lingers for a moment, just a second too long.
“Thank you,” you reply, tossing your head back and away from him.
“You know, there's a place we could go for a while,” he says quietly into your ear.
Your surprise at his suggestion sparks a physical reaction as your ankle slips off the side of your heel. You teeter backward for a moment before Austin’s hand tightens around your waist to keep you from falling and completely embarrassing yourself.
“Jesus Christ, sorry,” you mutter and shrug with a nervous smile at the reporters who are erupting into a chorus of chuckles as they continue to flash their cameras.
“Weak in the knees for me, are ya?” Austin teases with a stupid smirk resting on his face. You choke out a chuckle and shake your head but his grip tightens around your waist. “It’d just be the two of us. We could…you know..."
You feel his fingers dropping lower on your back, starting to curve over the top of your ass. Your hand shoots back to bring his hand back up to your waist.
“Wouldn’t everyone notice?" you hiss. "I mean, you are the star. It’s not like you can just disappear for an hour without being missed.”
You push yourself out of his grasp and lean up to peck his cheek innocently. You’ve spent too much time together taking photos and are paranoid that the media will get suspicious.
“Just meet me in the back hallway by the bathrooms. I’ll take care of everything.”
He turns toward the cameras, smiling with a wave before moving on to a different section of the carpet to take photos with Helen, who plays Elvis’ mother Gladys. Your eyes can’t help but drift to his ass as he walks away, and you bite your lip as you think about grabbing onto it with all of your strength as he-
“Y/N here!” a photographer’s shrill yell interrupts your thoughts.
You finish up the last of the photos and then allow yourself to quietly sneak out of view. Playing a more minor character is about to work in your favor. It means that you can disappear for a while without anyone really noticing. But you would be absolutely mortified if any of the press catches you doing this.
Your heart races as you run along the quiet hallway, searching for the bathroom that you’d used earlier. You breathe a sigh of relief when you find it and press yourself against the cold brick wall outside of the door. The pull out your phone to check your messages. Tons from your friends, family and followers have wished you luck and sent lovely messages. But none are from Austin.
“You made it. Good.”
You glance up from your screen to see none other than your dirty little secret approaching you. He leans against the wall, positioning his hand near your head. You gulp nervously and crane your neck to peer up at him.
“What did you have in mind?” you tease, knowing full well what he has in mind, but refusing to believe that he would actually be so bold as to do it in public at an event for which he’s the main attraction.
He shrugs, quickly glancing around the hallway before leaning over you. His free hand travels up to cup your face, and he drags a finger down your cheekbone and onto your lips. As his fingertip slides down your skin, it latches onto your bottom lip, pulling it out and then releasing it. You giggle breathlessly, feeling your breathing speed up. His beautiful lips hang open, looking incredibly tasty and so suckable.
Your eyes trace his beautiful Cupid’s bow and you smirk up at him, sticking your neck even further out to reach his lips. You watch his jaw clench as he tilts his head, bringing his lips to brush against yours as you heave shaky breaths from your mouth. You reach out to grasp onto the collar of the black dress shirt, the silk feeling satisfying in your fingers. You try to yank him closer to you, but he resists. He brushes his lips against yours again and you inadvertently whimper, tightening your grip on his shirt. He pulls back, the air between you suddenly filled with a cold breeze. You huff out of frustration and flatten your lips into a hard line.
“Get in the bathroom,” he commands.
You huff again but gather the ends of your dress and enter the women’s bathroom. Once inside, you stand perfectly still, the potential consequences of this decision starting to hit you. The realization that you and Austin haven’t done anything more than make out is also beginning to settle in your gut. You don’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because when Austin bursts into the bathroom, his hands are on you immediately. He grasps the sides of your face and pulls your lips onto his. You reach up to grab his wrists, already feeling breathless.
He walks you back until your ass hits the wide marble-countered row of sinks. His hands slide down your neck, lingering around your throat for just a moment before releasing the pressure and trailing down your shoulders to rest on the outside of your thigh. He grasps your skin tightly through the dress and hoists your legs up and around his waist so that he can slide you back onto the counter. The combination of the smooth marble and the expensive silk of your dress propel your body backward, and you slam into the wall-length mirror mounted above the sinks. As your back makes contact with the glass, your lips break apart and you gasp.
Austin takes that opportunity to reach over with his long arms and slam the door to the bathroom shut before twisting the lock. You lean back against the mirror and you finally have a minute to take in the dripping sensation in your pussy. Austin returns to his position at the edge of the counter and relatches his fingers onto your thighs, pulling you into him. You groan at the contact of your throbbing heat to the hard length you can feel through his pants. You can tell by its firmness that he’s had this erection all night. You giggle at the thought of him trying to hide it.
He smirks, grabbing onto your jaw and smashing his lips against yours. His hand reaches underneath the dress to slide slowly up your thigh, pinching at the skin so hard that you wince into his lips.
You reach down to pull on his belt buckle, jerking him against you harder. You moan when he groans into the kiss. His lips slip off yours and turn to your neck, biting and sucking all over the skin below your jaw. One of your hands travels up his toned frame and into his hair, yanking hard on the golden curls. Austin moans into your neck, and you begin to buck your hips, begging for more contact. Austin pulls back and reaches further up your thigh, latching his fingers around the band to your panties before harshly moving the fabric to the side.
He gently runs a finger up your slick folds. You shudder underneath his touch and grip harder onto his hair. He smirks in response, biting your earlobe and pulling it with his teeth. The combination of his hot breath tickling the inside of your ear and the shot of pain on your lobe makes you throw your head back with a gasp. He runs another finger over your folds and then gently slides one inside. He places his thumb on your clit, circling it while he pumps his finger in and out of you. You wiggle onto his long, slender finger. It’s not enough, you need more.
“More,” you whisper through a breath, in between moans. “I need more.”
“Dirty girl,” he growls, moving straight into three fingers.
He wastes no time, either, slamming his fingers in and out of your folds faster than he was before. You begin to feel the pleasure swell in your stomach, and your hips move against his hands as he returns to assault your neck. He bites onto the skin and pulls it between his teeth. Your hand moves to grab Austin’s shoulder, pulling his hand deeper inside of your soaking wet pussy.
He hits the spot where you need him most, and your head falls back against the glass, projecting your moans into the room. Your free hand deftly unlatches his belt and pushes it out of the way before unbuttoning his pants and sliding into his underwear. You grab onto his length and run your fingers over the dripping tip, feeling the slimy precum leaking out of him. He growls as you begin to pump him.
You gasp for air when his fingers slide out of you and glare down at him. His hair is disheveled, the curls wildly twisting this way and that. He sticks his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the skin and pulling each finger out with a pop. You bite your lip, moaning quietly at the sight of him sucking your juices down.
“Get down, turn around, bend over,” he orders and you obey, sliding off the counter and turning around.
He approaches you, running his fingers down your sides and onto your ass. Then he crouches to run his fingers up your legs, toward the inside of your thighs and then up onto your ass. He pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. You shudder under his teasing touch, arching your back to push your ass closer to his hands. You giggle breathlessly as you feel his fingers curl around the waistband to your panties, pulling them down to your ankles. His fingers grip the inside of your thighs and spread your legs.
He runs a soft hand over your ass before spanking it with an open palm. Your body jolts forward and you suck in another breath of air. He leans forward, biting the skin of your ass, before moving to pull his pants down. You watch over your shoulder as his dick springs free and bite your lip at the size of it. He smirks and gives himself a few good pumps before walking toward you. His fingers slide against your folds again, pumping into you. You arch your back in response, letting your top half lean against the counter for support.
“So fucking wet, baby girl,” he hisses. “So fucking wet for me.”
You moan in response and arch your back even more to let him know that you want his dick inside of you now. He understands and immediately pushes into you with no complaints. You whimper, knowing that his full length is stretching out your walls. You wind your waist in a circle around him, gripping at the roots of your own hair to offset the pleasure. He hisses, slapping your ass hard before digging his fingers into the skin. It hurts, and you yelp in pleasure.
He begins to slam into you. Mercilessly. The sounds of moaning and skin hitting skin echo around the hollow room. As your noises bounce off the walls, you suddenly remember that you're in a public place. You feel Austin’s hands circle around to the front of your thighs, gripping onto the skin and pulling your legs against him so that he could fuck you deeper and harder. You scream out as his full length slides in and out of your wet folds with ease. With each thrust, your pussy grows more and more sensitive and the waves of pleasure build higher and higher. Mimicking these feelings, your moans rise higher and higher, sucking the breath out from your stomach and throat.
“Fuck baby you’re taking me so good,” Austin says with a groan.
You moan back in response, unable to speak as your body begins to shiver under his force. At this point, you are hardly moaning and making more of a high-pitched barking sound instead as you approach your peak. Your ass and thighs slam back against his legs with so much force, that you can feel your ribs knocking against the edge of the marble counter. You can already feel your legs burning and beginning to shake under the force of his thrusts. Your knees begin to buckle as you cum, and you grip onto the sides of the counter with white knuckles. You try to steady yourself as your body shakes uncontrollably, tears brimming in your eyes from the stimulation.
“Fuck, Aus…” you groan out as you come down from your orgasm.
You hear his pleasure-filled moans behind you as he pumps himself to completion. Your legs are vibrating with pleasure and you remain still out of fear that you won't ever walk again. Austin's breath is still hot against your skin. The room is full of your panting breaths. Your fingers are white with the pressure of holding so tightly onto the counter, trying to support your body weight. Austin releases you and pulls back to readjust himself and comb through his touseled, sweaty hair.
He smirks with a chuckle and reaches out to grab the end of your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He pinches it and runs his tongue over his teeth and lips before winking. His arms snake around your waist, gently turning you around and pulling you against him. His fingers tangle in your hair, scratching your scalp. You close your eyes at the comfort, humming softly.
“You should clean yourself up, baby girl. I’ll give you a few minutes and then see you out there,” he says in between pants.
He presses his hot, sweaty cheek against yours for a moment and then kisses the outside of your ear before leaving you alone in the bathroom.
You manage to hold yourself up long enough for the door to shut behind Austin, but the moment he vanishes, you feel your shaking muscles give out and you lower yourself down as gently as you can onto the ground in the bathroom. The cold, hard tiles feel good against the hot, swollen skin of your thighs. You lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes, trying to get your breath back to normal. After a few moments of rest, you reach down to pull your panties back up, wincing as you lift your hips and legs to pull the fabric over your ass cheeks.
You grab onto the wall, dragging yourself to stand. As soon as you put pressure on your legs, you groan. Your knees start to buckle and you lower yourself down again. You take a few more deep breaths and try again, working through the soreness this time, although you have to lean heavily on the wall for support. If anyone were to walk into the bathroom at this moment, they probably would ask if you needed an ambulance.
You look like a baby giraffe just learning how to walk, with your knees pointed inward and legs spread out. You gently try to bring your legs together, feeling them shake violently with the pressure of your body weight. Whimpers fly through your mouth as the sore lips of your pussy touch. You waddle over to the sinks, bent at the waist and too afraid to stand up quite yet.
You glance at yourself in the mirror and audibly gasp. Your hair is completely ruined. It looks more like a bird’s nest than a sexy messy updo. Your red lipstick is smudged over the edge of your lips and even down your jaw, onto your neck. You lean forward to touch your lips, immediately clocking how swollen and red they are from the relentless attack of Austin’s teeth and lips sucking and biting the skin.
You reach over the counter to grab at your purse. Thank god Christine, your stylist, has given you access to the lipstick you are wearing tonight. And thank god you always carry a small comb in your bag. You start with the lipstick first, using a damp paper towel to erase as many of the smudged red marks as you can. You also dab at some of the black eyeliner which has turned your undereye into a raccoon's. As carefully and best you can, you reapply the lipstick and brush your eyelashes back into place with your fingertips. Finally, you unclip the ties and bobby pins from your hair to rake the comb through your locks. You’ll never be able to recreate the masterpiece that Christine had, so you use some water to slick your hair back into a ponytail. You're sure that people will wonder why and how your hairstyle miraculously changed halfway through the evening, but you could always pull the “it was hurting my head” routine.
You readjust your dress the best you can, pulling it into place and spinning around to make sure you don’t have any noticeable stains. Glancing once more at yourself in the mirror, you shrug and exit. It’s not gonna get much better than this with the materials you have at your disposal.
You exit out the back door of the building and into the crowded press area to join your castmates. It takes everything in you not to wince as you walk, each step aggravating the soreness in your thighs and crotch. You smile at Olivia as you sidle up next to her and, out of the corner of your eye, you watch as she does a double take.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” she asks, leaning over to whisper into your ear. You nod.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s just that you were sort of limping as you walked over here,” she replies with a shrug.
Oh yeah…you know it was leg day yesterday and I’m just feeling extra sore. Plus, the heels don’t help.”
You laugh nervously as Olivia’s eyebrow quirks. She sizes you up momentarily before straightening her head to pose for a cast photo. While your concentration is pulled to the side, focused on Baz relaying a story to the press, you feel a familiar warm hand slide around your waist. Austin has joined you.
You immediately feel heat rising into your ears just thinking about what you’ve done. You sheepishly glance over at him. He smirks and winks ever so slightly at you, and you can’t stop the coquettish giggle that escapes your lips.
“You sly bitches,” Olivia whispers. “I knew it wasn’t leg day yesterday.”
“What do you mean?” you ask, eyes wide with horror. You feel Austin’s grip around your waist tense.
“You two seriously have no idea how fucked out you look, do you? Oh don't worry, I won't say anything. But I did have a sneaking suspicion that you were together,” Olivia laughs. She tilts her head to address Austin. “Fucked her that good, did you Austin?”
You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hide from your own embarrassment as Austin’s face heats up into a bright lobster red.
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MILLION DOLLAR MAN 2
🆎 fic
part 1
warnings: a moment of delusion, confrontation, if y’all can think of anything lmk
a/n: i’m truly so sorry for the wait, this is also really bad but i’m trying to improve my writing skills. thank you everybody for supporting:)
you stared at those five words on the screen until the notification left the screen. your eyes filled with salty tears, you began hyperventilating. after a few seconds you became lightheaded, you fell back on the bed with countless thoughts running your mind.
that message wasn’t real right? there’s no way that he’s seeing somebody else. you can’t tell somebody you love them and mean everything to them, then do this.
well, it is possible, but it’s not something austin would do. austin would never cheat. austin wouldn’t waste money on someone he didn’t love. that would make him a psycho.
you left the phone untouched and waited for austin to invite him downstairs. you walked to the bathroom and fixed your hair along with your makeup. you took some breaths to calm yourself. “okay baby come down.” you heard austin’s faint voice coming from the bottom of the stairs.
you headed down to the kitchen with your tiara in your hand, austin smiling at the sight of you. you gave a similar smile, only that you were faking yours. “happy birthday to you…” austin began singing. you made your way to the table whilst placing the tiara on your head. “happy birthday dear y/n… happy birthday to you” he placed a kiss on the side of your face, waiting for you to make a wish. “are you going to make a wish babe?” “mhm… doing it right now.” you closed your eyes and made your wish, you blew out your candles. “you want your presents now?” you nodded.
the only thoughts speculating your mind was the message, the heart at the end of it, ‘tonight’, if she was really the reason why he didn’t stay all night. you didn’t even notice austin placing three presents in front of you.
you opened the first box, you tore through all the tissue paper. it was a brown leather bag, it looked extremely used, worn down. “is there something in the bag?” you nervously laughed. if austin can afford every diamond and pearl, what was the purse about. “i gave this to nadia first, she didn’t want it anymore.” “what?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him, “why would you give this… to me, an-and who’s nadia.” you stared into his eyes while yours became watery. “y/n…” he chuckled.
“y/n… y/n?” austin spoke while waiting for you to open your gifts. “what?” “usually when people get gifts they don’t stare at them.” he chuckled softly. “oh yeah sorry.” you actually opened the box, taking out all the paper, you saw a matching set of necklace, bracelet, and earrings. “they’re beautiful…” somehow, you had forgot all about the message. you stared at the set, the way it shined perfectly with just the right amount of light on it.
“go ahead and open the next one.” he smiled as he watched you toy with the gift. “so… when were you gonna tell me about nadia?” your voice slightly trembled as you looked at austin through your lashes.
“what?” he laughed nervously and made a worried expression on his face. “nadia, who is she? she’s expecting you tonight if you didn’t know.” you placed the box back on top of the gift you were preparing to open. “she’s a co-worker. we’re supposed to be rehearsing, why she wants to do that at night is beyond me.” he sighed rubbing his eyes with the pads of his fingers.
“what happened to you clearing your schedule?” you cleared your voice and made it more firm. “i’ve been busy, i was at work, i rushed home for you. when you told me about how it made you feel, that’s when i decided. i haven’t gotten around to it, i wanted to sort that out after we finished celebrating.”
he’s seems like he wasn’t lying, it doesn’t make sense to rehearse at night, you weren’t letting go that easily, but you did feel a bit better about the situation. “okay.” you whispered so your voice wouldn’t break. you opened the next present, you pulled out a blue prada bag, along with a dress neatly folded underneath.
“now you have something to wear to see the model show up in new york.” he smiled. “i thought you said there weren’t any seats left?” “anything for my girl.” he smirked while he softly closed his eyes.
you couldn’t figure him out, austin butler was a mystery to you. one minute he has you wanting to rip his eyes out of his skull the next he has you at his feet.
“are you gonna go? to rehearse?” you hoped and affirmed that he wouldn’t in your head, knowing austin he just might. “of course not. i saw your face when you asked me who nadia is. i don’t want you to stress out about me and her, there isn’t even a ‘me and her’. it’s you and me alright?” he held your hands that were resting in your lap, a reassuring expression came across his face.
“— i don’t want you worrying about me leaving you, cheating on you, anything like that. i only have eyes for you…” he kissed your hand “do you want me to ask her about the message?” you shook your head. “tomorrow… i just want to have you to myself.” “alright… how ‘bout you show me how well the dress fits hm?”
and just like that, you were at his feet again.
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I’ve been having the worst writers block on my next fic and of course life wanted to throw some shitty stuff my way so it's been on the back burner for a while. But with all these new Austin pics, I’m finally getting ✨inspired✨ and can’t wait to finish up this one shot ☺️ Those eyes are just making me feel a certain type of way...
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I belong to you
Pairing: Feyd-Rautha x f!reader
Summary: Your house unknown but a high-born and a Bene Gesserit, you get wed to the na-baron of Giedi Prime, Feyd-Rautha. It´s not easy with him and his darlings, but after some time it seems you are much to his liking. Is there a soft side hidden inside Feyd, only for his wife to see or will he treat you the same as any servant?
Warnings: arranged marriage (like all of them lol), smut, violent behavior, breeding kink, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, mentions of knives and blood, size kink
Word count: 3.5k
Authors note: English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes. Hope you like it <3
The bed was comfortable and soft, much different than the room itself with his stony, cold walls and the black interior. You were not asleep, just lying in bed with closed eyes. The current situation making you uneasy and sleep didn’t come easily. Next to that were the people standing in your room. You felt their preying eyes on your body even though the blanket covered you fully. It was Feyd-Rautha, your newlywed husband, with his darlings. There were three of them, being his concubines for quite some time.
“She is rather ugly.” One girl spoke up, not even caring to whisper her words. They probably wanted you to hear it anyways. “Next to that she is a witch.” The other hissed. Feyd stayed quiet but you knew he had a big smile plastered on his face. You didn’t move nor open your eyes, you wanted to know why they suddenly decided to pay you a visit at this hour. Your husband hasn’t been in your chambers before, not even after marriage did he share the bed with you. He was spending time with his darlings and only having this annoying black teethed grin on his face when you ran into him.
“I think she is awake, Feyd. The witch listened to us since we came here.”
The room was dark, no light coming through the big windows. This planet was very dim, caused by the industrial pollution and their black sun. One of the reasons why you missed your home planet so much. There you had fields of green grass, blue skies and people were dressed in colorful clothes. It was a warm planet, like spring and autumn combined.
You opened your eyes and stared at the little group in your chamber. Your expression cold, showing no emotion. Feyd and his darlings kept your gaze, amusement hiding behind their eyes. Slowly, you sat up glancing shortly at the clock next to your bed. It was 2 am. “What is the reason you came into my room at this hour, my Lord?” You asked, annoyance showing through your voice. Again, this grin on his face. He hasn’t shared many words with you since you arrived on Giedi Prime. All you ever dream of is this exact expression.
“My darlings wanted to take a look at my little present.” Present? No, you were not just a mere gift to him, but right now Feyd sought only to demean you.
He sat down on the edge of the bed to your feet, his eyes never leaving your face. He wanted to drink up every expression you were going to show him. But there was nothing. You had trained long, you were good at it. Instead, you shifted your eyes to his three concubines. They all looked pretty similar, only one of them had a big black bar on her forehead. Their skin was white, eyes fully black and their heads shaved, not a single hair on their body just like Feyd. You had heard they were the beauties of Giedi Prime - and they fed on human flesh.
“I have been here for two months now. Did they not have the chance to take a look at me yet?” You replied. Feyd shifted next to you and your eyes fell back on him. He didn’t like the tone you were using. “Careful wife, that´s not how you speak to me.” You mustered his face, he appeared to be displeased by your reaction, not expecting you to talk back like this. He was a scary man, unpredictable and violent, but you were not an ordinary girl. Trained in the way of the Bene Gesserit, you mastered the Voice. There was no way you would give yourself that easily to him. “I apologize, husband.” Seconds later, there was a knife sitting at your throat. The cold blade grazed your skin lightly, but still breaking it enough to release tiny drops of blood. You were surprised by his sudden reaction and leaned back. Holding your chin high, you did not break eye contact with Feyd´s dark blue eyes. “You better shut your mouth!”
It was a command. He wanted you to submit, making it clear he had full control over you. However, you simply stared back at him, not moving a muscle. This made him angry, but he didn’t change the pressure of his hold. “Do you want me to cut your neck, little mouse? I could slice you up right in this moment.” The grin wandered back on his face, making you uneasy. He was enjoying the thought of making you bleed. You replied after a while, choosing your next words carefully. “I will give myself to you completely, but it will be out of my own will, not through force, na-Baron.”
Feyd´s expression went blank for a second. He sensed something in you, something he hasn’t been confronted with before. Now snarling he said “You better do as I say, wife. I won´t think twice about staining these sheets red with your blood.” A soft smile appeared on your lips; it was not to tease him. With a calmer voice you replied “No, you won´t treat me like this. I am your wife, not a mere servant you command. I will submit to you, but you need to earn my respect first.”
During this whole time the three concubines just stood there watching you and Feyd. There was so much tension in the air, that they didn’t dare to interfere. But then Feyd leaned back on his heels and the knife left your throat. You straightened your back and touched your skin where it had been broken softly. Tiny droplets of blood stained your fingers, but it was not much. Suddenly one of the concubines dropped to her knees next to the bed. She looked at your fingers with pleading eyes. “Let me taste your blood, please.” You starred at her confused than back at your fingers. Thinking about all possibilities what could go wrong if you let her do it, you finally decided to let her lick your fingers clean. Reaching out to her, she immediately leaned forward to lap at them. For a second you looked back at Feyd, who carried his usual smile, enjoying the situation in front of him. But in the next moment the girl kneeling on the ground raised rapidly and tasted the fresh wound on your neck.
“Go away!” Stripped of control over her own body, the concubine moved away from you. She blinked disorientated, trying to figure out what just had happened.
“How dare you?!” The other concubines hissed, dripping with spite. Feyd was showing not a single emotion in his face. You directed your next words to the concubines. “You ask me how I dare? I don’t think I gave her permission to touch my neck.” Those standing looked to Feyd for help and protection, yet his gaze remained solely fixed on you. “Do you think you are better than us? We have been here for a long time. You are just a foreign girl.” They started to argument, but you interrupted them. “Yes, I think I am better. You may have been in his care for ages, but who is the one that will bear his heir? It will only be me.” Your response silenced them.
The room was quiet, you watched Feyd taking in your words. It appeared as though a realization washed over him, yet he wouldn’t let it go so easily.
The knife returned to your throat, this time softer, drawing no blood. “I don’t like the way you treat my darlings. You are not yet with child, wife.” His eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. “And why is that?" You retorted sharply. "If you had devoted more time to me after our marriage, I might be carrying an heir now. But instead, you choose to spend your days and nights with them.” If he wanted to play a game, you certainly wouldn't hesitate to participate.
There was anger and fury dancing in his eyes, yet nestled behind it, timid and faint, was attraction. You almost had him at your grasp. “And why is it that you have an issue with my behavior towards your concubines, but overlook their insults and disrespect towards me? This is not how I imagined Feyd-Rautha, the na-Baron, to treat his wife.”
Feyd was taken aback by your words and let his hand with the knife sink down. You both held each other's gaze for a while, almost as if engaged in a silent communication through your eyes. It felt as though he had finally comprehended the entirety of the situation. Slowly, you tilted your head to the side, offering your throat to him in submission. It was the gesture he had been seeking - a sign of surrender. In the next moment you heard the knife hit the ground with a sharp clink and his raspy deep voice, dismissing the concubines.
Soft, wet lips immediately left a trail of kisses along your exposed neck. He made a grunting noise while inhaling your scent. You shifted your arms and laid flat on your back, opening your legs so he could just fit nicely in between them. Feyd made a noise of appreciation and continued his assault on your skin. “My dear little wife, being so obedient now.” When whispering, his voice sounded much deeper. It turned you on. His hands found your clothed breasts, squeezing them roughly, but as your hand caressed the back of his head calmly, he softened his touch. He raised his head and locked eyes with you before kissing you for the second time, since you arrived on this planet.
The blanket was fully gone now, thrown into the last part of the bed. Your nightdress pulled up, so his hands had free access to your naked skin. Feyd enjoyed tracing the curves of your body, savoring every glimpse he could get of you. “Yes, so pretty like that. You like it too, don’t you, little mouse?” He grinned and his face moved closer to your face again to fully capture your expression in this dimly lit room. “I like it very much, husband.” “Feyd. Say my name.” His lips lingered over yours, waiting for it. “I like it very much, Feyd.” You repeated. A growl leaving his throat, he pressed his lips to yours.
His right hand wandered down to your clothed cunt. He brushed over it, making you whine into his mouth. He grinned, slipping his hand underneath your panties and gliding his fingers through your heat. “You´re so wet, my dear. Is that all for me?” A moan escaped your mouth at his words. Oh how his deep voice and words turned you on. You were sure, he could make you come just with it alone. Not trusting your voice, you nodded. He watched you, as his fingers played with your sensitive area. Gradually, he lowered his lips, planting kisses along your cleavage, grazing over your nipples, and trailing down to your stomach. His fingers slipped under the waistband of your lace panties. “They are so pretty, but unfortunately, they have to go.” Feyd remarked.
After they were thrown onto the floor, Feyd leaned down between your legs, placing small kisses on your inner thighs. You arched your back at the pleasure and quiet whimpers escaped your throat. Feyd made his way to your pussy and gave it a lick, making you shudder. “You like that?” He grinned suggestively at you, revealing his black teeth. But he didn´t wait for an answer, instead he ravished you like a starving man. His big hands were placed on either side of your hips to keep you pressed into the mattress, since it was difficult for you to stay still. Quickly, two fingers entered you, moving slowly. Your moans grew louder, searching hands buried themselves in the black sheets. “I am going to come, Feyd!” Goosebumps spread all over your body, you were so close to your release. “Then come, little mouse!” He commanded and you let yourself go fully. It was a climax like you never had before when touching yourself alone. Your husband was definitely very skilled.
After you had calmed down a little, Feyd loomed over you. His lips found yours again and he rutted against your body. Even though he was still clothed, you could feel how turned on he was. “Gonna have my way with you now, yea?” He chuckled, leaning back to pull his pants down. Your eyes widened at his length and thickness, as you starred at his dick. You began to worry how it was going to fit inside you. Feyd saw the change in your expression and bend back down, holding himself up with one arm next to your head, while the other pumped his cock slowly. “Don´t worry, dear. I will be gentle.” He planted a kiss to the tip of your nose and you locked eyes with him. His now gentle and tender actions made you wonder, if it was just a tactic to make you trust him. Despite this uncertainty, you didn´t sense any unease in your gut.
You gave him a shy smile and your hands found his strong shoulders. “Will you put this off as well? I want to see you.” Your words amused him, he enjoyed the way you behaved. “Everything my little wife wants.” He answered proudly, feeling his ego boosted and leaning back to remove his shirt. You mustered his pale skin - it was white like snow. Curious fingers grazed over his muscles, Feyd placed his hand over yours. It made you feel safe. There was no longer anger or violence directed towards you.
You gazed at each other for a while, neither of you feeling the need to break eye contact. It was easier to read his emotions now, and it was clear that he wanted the same thing as you did. You freed your hand out of his hold and placed it on his strongly erected member. Gently, you started stroking him. Feyd closed his eyes and tilted his head back from the pleasure he was feeling. You tightened your grip, precome dripping out of the tip. It was such an arousing view.
Suddenly Feyd gripped your wrists and placed them over your head. “I want to come inside you, little mouse.” He breathed huskily in your ear. You didn’t mind this at all, finally feeling his touch on your body was exhilarating. You had always desired his attention.
There was some impatience in his movements now. Feyd stared at your naked body underneath him, while his free hand positioned your hips at the perfect angle. You felt yourself clamping down on nothing, wanting to be filled up by his pretty cock. “My love, you look irresistible. You won´t be getting any sleep tonight.” His husky voice sent shivers down your spine, excitement bubbling in your stomach. Before he entered you, he freed your wrists out of his grasp to support his own weight. You panicked for a second as it seemed like he was going to lean back, and you really disliked not having him close in this vulnerable situation. Feyd smiled, his face only mere inches from yours. “I'm not going anywhere.” He reassured you with his raspy voice and captured your lips.
Kissing him shifted your focus away from the pain between your legs, as he pushed inside your tight hole. “Doing so good for me, doll.” He hushed your whimpers, pressing you closer to his warm body. You felt safe in his arms, being able to relax completely. After he was fully sheathed inside you, he let you adjust to his size.
Blinking slowly, you opened your eyes and looked at him. His eyes were already fixed on your features. Small praises left his lips, before he loosened his hug on you and brought his arms next to your head. You felt so small when he was hovering over you like this. Not long after, Feyd started to move his hips. First, he was gentle and slow but as your moans grew louder, he quickened his pace. Your hands wandered over his wide, muscled back, fingernails causing small scratches to appear. The pain spurned him on. “They gave me such a perfect wife, taking me so well.” Your husband praised and placed a kiss on your forehead. You shuddered and felt your release being close. Feyd´s thrusts started to become sloppy and unsteady as well. He cursed under his breath and bit into your shoulder. You squeaked at the sudden pain. “Feyd, I am close.” You whispered. He lifted his head again and grinned. “Good girl, yea… I am close too.” He growled, his eyes turning even darker. You caught a glimpse of primal instinct in them, like you were his prey. “Come for me whenever you are ready, little mouse.”
Feyd pulled out completely, only his tip touching your entrance slightly. Then in a fast movement, he pushed inside again, going in so deep his dick kissed your cervix. You made a startled sound and in the next moment could only moan. He was hitting all the right places, which made you come hard. Your back arched off the mattress, while moaning your husband’s name in bliss. Feyd had waited for your climax until he let himself go and filled you up with his seed. “So good... so good for me.” He rasped, out of breath, still coming down from his high.
You had closed your eyes, only opening them when Feyd was moving over you. He had leaned back on his heels. One hand was placed protectively over your stomach, while the other held up your leg. He watched his cum drip out of your pussy. When his attention returned to your face, he grinned slyly. “Not done with you yet.” You were quickly turned around on all fours. “Yes, stay like that.” Feyd´s body was pressed into your back and his dick rubbed on your ass. He was growing bigger and bigger every second. Calloused fingers found their way into your hair and he tugged harshly on it. “Going to fill you up again. That´s what you wanted, am I right, little mouse?” You could hear how much he enjoyed teasing you.
There was no time for a reply, as he pushed inside of you with ease and you couldn’t surpress the moan that escaped you at the feeling of the stretch. The sensation nearly stole your breath away and Feyd immediately set a rapid pace. In this angle he felt significantly larger and deeper than before. All you could manage were small whimpers in response to the overwhelming sensation.
Feyd´s free hand, that was placed on your waist, landed a sharp slap on one of your cheeks. The pain made you hiss through clenched teeth and you turned your head slightly to look back at him. Pleasure and lust were written on his face and when you caught his eyes, a smirk appeared. “Don’t look at me like this, love. I know you liked it, clenching down on me so tightly.” He pulled your hair back, forcing you to sit up. Your back was pressed against his chest when he whispered into your ear. “Tell me how much you like it.”
A shudder went down your spine and you whined. He was so deep inside of you. With a shaky hand you pressed down on your lower belly to feel the bulge Feyd was creating. “It feels really good-ah!” You answered him. “You like it, when I fuck you like this, little mouse?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Yes, yes Feyd.” Seconds later your orgasm approached and you came hard on his cock. Soft lips were gently pressed to your cheek, while you tried to catch your breath. Even though his thrusts were harsh, abusing your insides, he still handled you with care.
His pace didn’t falter as he was hunting his own release. Your body went limp, but he held you up on strong arms, moving you back on dick. And again, he filled you up with a huge amount of his seed.
He actually stayed true to his word of not letting you sleep the whole night. When a faint light filtered through the windows, signaling the arrival of morning, you had just reached your 5th or 6th climax. You weren't even sure because, at some point, logical thoughts ceased to form in your head.
Feyd laid you down gently as your eyes were closed from tiredness. He had fetched a wet cloth to wipe you clean. The coolness was soothing against your feverish skin. After he finished, you felt the mattress sink in as he laid down next to you. Protective hands wrapped around your middle, pulling you close to his body. "Mine," he whispered softly and placed a tender kiss on your temple. If you weren't going to fall pregnant after this night, you didn’t even know what to believe in anymore.
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— THE GIFT
PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader
SUMMARY — You were born to be Feyd-Rautha's wife. You arrive to Giedi Prime to get adjusted to the new environment before your wedding. Your betrothed is trying to court you properly... but he only knows The Harkonnen ways of doing so.
REQUEST — (1)
AUTHOR’S NOTE — After a whole month of writing Thrown To The Wolves, I felt weird writing something with Feyd with a different Reader and a different plot. 🙈 But at the same time I was excited to explore a new scenario. 😄
WARNINGS — arranged marriage, blood, death
WORD COUNT — 3,700
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
THE GIFT
Giedi Prime was an unfriendly place – cold and colourless, nearly lifeless as well. The people you were seeing reminded you of machines more than humans. You were terrified as you realised you’d spent the rest of your life there. The Harkonnens were even worse. Rude, harsh, not very talkative. Your future husband had looked you up and down on your first day in a way that turned your blood cold.
You missed home. You missed your family. But you knew it was impossible to ever go back. You could run away – if you somehow managed to bribe the servants to help you – but it was impossible to hide from your destiny. You had been born to be Feyd-Rautha’s wife, and most importantly, to give birth to his child.
You were a daughter of an important Lord, therefore you weren’t opposed to the idea of an arranged marriage. You knew nothing else was waiting for you in this world and no one would ever let you marry a person of your choice. But why was Feyd-Rautha your betrothed? Out of all the people in the galaxy, why did you have to be promised to a Harkonnen?
Ever since you had been a little girl, your friends had been teasing you about it. Repeating the dreadful gossip about Giedi Prime and your betrothed who had become a famous and dangerous gladiator in the meantime. And now you were finding out that the gossip was not true – reality was even worse than anything you had heard and expected of this place and of this man.
You were supposed to spend three months on Giedi Prime before your wedding, away from your home and family, to adjust to the environment and the customs. Then the wedding would take its place and you’d become the na-baroness of The Harkonnens.
On your first morning you were woken up with breakfast brought to your bed by the servants.
“Why can’t I eat with my husband’s family in the dining room?” You asked them while sitting up and resting on your pillows.
The pale and bald women looked at each other significantly. Everyone looked the same here, you felt like a freak.
“Baron Harkonnen and his nephews do not eat their meals together, unless it is a special occasion, a banquet of some sort,” one of them explained. “Everyone eats their meals in their own private chambers.”
“I see,” you nodded and sighed at the sight of the food. It was as colourless as everything around. You missed the bowls of fruit and yoghurts you had been getting on your homeplanet.
After swallowing the last bit of your breakfast, you took a shower and let your new servants dress you up. The Harkonnens had requested for you to leave all your clothes and personal belongings at home. They wanted you to be as detached from your old self as possible. You were gifted a whole wardrobe of new outfits instead. All black.
You wondered if they’d ask you to shave your head, too. You dreaded that. Your hair was like an armour you could hide under. Your servants had no idea how to manage it so they left it loose. You brushed it with your fingers since there was no brush.
When you saw yourself in the mirror you thought that on your homeplanet you’d be called a feral woman. In a black, long dress, hair unkempt and dark bags under your exhausted and empty eyes that lacked any sort of emotion.
You were supposed to have classes about The Harkonnen culture. You had been studying it since you were a little girl but they did not trust your progress and they wanted to test you in a more practical sense. Your teacher was an old man with a contemptuous smirk, a close advisor of the Baron and most likely his spy.
He had been asking you questions for the past hour to which you answered perfectly well. It was becoming difficult for him to hide his surprised facial expression.
“You’ve been trained well, my Lady,” he admitted.
“This is all that has been expected of me,” you explained with a nod, your voice was hollow and emotionless as you realised how true your words had been. Your whole personality was limited to be the future Harkonnen Baroness ever since you had been a little girl. You couldn’t possibly tell what you would be like under different circumstances. You had never been given a chance to find out.
“Very well then,” he hummed to himself. “I’d like you to roam freely around the fortress and try not to get lost. Tomorrow during our class you will ask me questions about the things and places that made you curious,” he informed you and bowed down before leaving the room.
You looked around, expecting someone to fetch you but no one was coming. He had to actually mean that you were allowed to roam freely around the fortress. Carefully, you left the room and chose to turn right. You had arrived from the left side of the corridor so you were naturally more curious about the right side and exploring a brand new territory.
You were too scared to try to push any doors, though. You didn’t want to walk in on things that would possibly make someone beheading you for seeing. The occasional guards passing you by were looking at you suspiciously but they were not saying anything. After a while you stopped seeing them at all and realised you were in a dark maze of endless corridors that you had no idea how to get out of.
Trying to go back, you only ended up getting lost even further as you were going deeper and deeper into the maze. Your heart started to pound in your chest and your hands began to shake as they turned cold. The corridor was cold in general – much colder than the rest of the fortress. And it was terrifyingly empty.
You decided to stay in one place and wait. Someone had to eventually look for you, right? You hoped for it to be true. Trying to hug your own self for warmth and comfort, you rested your back on the cold, grey wall, taking deep breaths in.
Suddenly, a loud and animalistic cry emerged from behind one of the black doors. You were startled by it and your body began to tremble even more. You wanted to get away as far as possible from that door but when you were about to turn around and run, they opened and your heart squeezed in your chest.
To your surprise, it was your betrothed leaving the mysterious room. He was wearing gladiator attire and holding a blade in his hand with blood still dripping. His eyes widened at the sight of you and you froze.
“What are you doing here?” He asked in his deep and raspy voice.
“I… I got lost, I’m sorry. I’ve been told to roam freely around the fortress and explore on my own but I got lost…” You explained as you shivered.
Feyd-Rautha approached you slowly like predators approach their prey. You took a step back and felt the wall behind you. You were trapped.
“Lost, you’re saying?” He smirked as he hovered over you. Your heart was pounding so fast in your chest that he just had to hear it. He rested one of his hands on the wall above your head and leaned in even closer. “You’ve accidentally gone underground where I train on my slaves,” he smiled almost playfully, showing off his black stained teeth.
“I’m sorry, I did not mean to..” You gasped but he shushed you with a soft hiss.
“Did I say it was forbidden?” He asked and you shook your head. “Come, I’ll show you,” Feyd straightened himself and reached out his hand towards you as if he was a proper gentleman.
Everything inside you was screaming to run away and to not follow him anywhere. But you were aware that he would catch you in a second and your attempt would only most likely enrage him. And very soon you would belong to him anyway. You would be his property whether you wanted it or not.
You held his hand and he froze at the feeling of your ice cold and shivering fingers.
“You are cold,” he pointed out. “And scared.”
“I am not scared,” you lied. You had been taught that The Harkonnens hated fear and cowardice.
“And a liar,” Feyd-Rautha sneered and led you inside the mysterious room he had previously left.
It was big and dark like every other room in that fortress. There was a dead body of a servant in gladiator gear laying on the floor in the puddle of his own blood. The walls were covered in all sorts of weapons.
“This is where I train,” Feyd announced proudly. He had to think it would impress you but it only made you sick, especially the sight of the dead man on the floor. You had never seen death in such a brutal and ugly way before. But now you were sure it was not the last time.
Feyd was visibly waiting for your response as he let go of your hand and took a step back to tilt his head and watch your expressions carefully. You realised it was a test of how much you were able to handle as his wife.
You wondered what would happen if you failed all the tests. Would they just send you back home or would they get rid of you? Were they even able to do that? You didn’t want to find out.
“It is impressive, my Lord na-baron,” you admitted with a shaky nod of your head and he winced at your words which made you furrow your brows.
“Don’t address me like a servant, pet,” he clicked his tongue and you nodded, slightly uncomfortable at the way he had called you.
“I’m sorry,” you apologised. “How should I address you then?”
“However you like,” Feyd shrugged his arms and approached you once again, raising his bloody blade slightly as you flinched. It brought a smile to his full lips. Looking deep into your eyes, he licked the blade clean. You clenched your jaw and tried to keep a poker face on but a knot formed in your stomach at the disgusting act.
You hated to admit that he was attractive for a Harkonnen. There was a magnetic energy about him that made you attracted to him like a moth was driven to a flame. Even his harsh and unpleasant voice was leaving you wanting more.
Feyd brushed your hair with the tip of his freshly cleaned blade, carefully, making sure not to cut any strand.
“I want you to always wear your hair like this,” he looked even more intensely into your eyes.
“That would be inappropriate,” you tried to explain. “It’s not considered elegant.”
“I said, I want you to always wear your hair like this,” he repeated like he couldn’t understand why you were trying to argue. He was a spoiled na-baron and completely not used to people disobeying him. So, you just nodded this time.
“Then I will,” you promised. “If I could only get a hairbrush, though. Or a comb. So they don’t tangle,” you pleaded and he squinted his eyes at you as the tip of his blade moved to under your chin. You swallowed thickly at that gesture.
“A hairbrush or a comb,” he repeated your words. “That can be arranged,” he added and you smiled nervously at him. “What are you scared of?”
“Of the blade under my chin perhaps?” You raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled, however his hand remained still.
“Weren’t you sent here to be my wife?” Feyd’s smile dropped in an instant. He was serious again and you took a deep breath in, tugging on the folds of your dress to hide how sweaty your hands had become.
“Yes, I was,” you nodded.
“And what do you think of that?”
“I don’t think. I have been preparing for that since I was a child,” you answered.
“I want to be a good husband,” his sudden confession made your eyes widen. In one swift move he took the blade away from you and replaced it with his hand as he held your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. “My uncle says that a wife should not be an enemy. He wants me to court you properly,” he explained.
“Is your uncle experienced in marriage?” You asked, curiously. You had been taught that Baron Harkonnen had never been married.
Feyd laughed at your question as his grip on your chin tightened. He moved his face even closer to yours, your nose nearly brushed his and it made you hold your breath.
“Can you think of a woman who would not become his enemy after being forced to marry him?” He asked you and you dared to chuckle at that.
“So, I assume, I do not have to worry about you becoming like him one day?” You bit on your lower lip, realising that he indeed did not want to hurt you.
Perhaps that whole uncomfortable and threatening situation was his idea of intimacy. You wouldn’t be surprised.
“My uncle is not my role model,” he only answered and took a step back, removing his hand from your chin. “I don’t have idols.”
“What do you worship then?” You furrowed your brows.
“Blood and honour,” he answered with all seriousness. “Allow me to give you something, my pet. A gift for my bride to be,” he proposed and you hesitantly agreed, not wanting to hurt his feelings by refusing.
You expected him to approach one of the walls and hand you some of the weapons. But, to your surprise, he kneeled down next to the dead body laying on the floor and he opened its chest with the sharp tip of his blade. You gagged quietly and covered your mouth with your hand, trying to look away as the metallic smell of blood hit your nostrils, leaving you nauseous.
The sound of his heavy footsteps made you look in his direction again, not wanting to offend him in any way. He was walking towards you proudly with a real human heart in his hands, blood dripping off of it on the floor, leaving a trace. With all your force you stopped yourself from squealing at the sight. No amount of training and studying The Harkonnen culture had prepared you for this.
Feyd-Rautha reached his hands out as he offered you his foul gift. He was staring at you intensely, expecting praise of some sort or admiration. However, you had none. You let the wet organ slip into your hands as you gagged once again at the sensation and a shiver went down your body. Your reaction caused Feyd to tilt his head and squint his eyes.
“What am I supposed to do with it?” You asked in a shaky voice.
“You don’t like it,” he pointed out after a short while of silence and you got scared of upsetting him.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, I just…” you started, trying to nervously explain yourself.
“You don’t like it,” he repeated, both annoyed and disappointed.
“I appreciate the gesture,” you tried to assure him. “I will keep it,” you promised.
“Why don’t you like it?” He asked once again, ignoring all your words. You sighed.
“It’s just not something I’m used to. In my homeworld, we don’t give each other human hearts,” you explained softly.
“What do you give each other?” His question was genuine and curious.
“Haven’t you studied my customs like I have been studying yours?” You asked but the answer was obvious.
“My uncle says it is not important for me to know your culture because you are here to become one of us,” Feyd explained. “The only thing I have been studying was the blade,” he added. “So, what kind of gifts do your people give?”
“Flowers,” you answered. “For example.”
“There are no flowers on Giedi Prime,” Feyd pointed out. “No seed blooms in our soil.”
“I understand,” you nodded, nervously. “I am grateful for your gift, Feyd-Rautha. I appreciate your courtship,” you assured him but your voice and hands were shaking as your face was visibly disgusted.
Someone knocked upon the doors and Feyd barked at them to come in. You turned around and saw two guards sighing out of relief at the sight of you.
“There you are, my Lady!” One of them approached you. “We’ve been searching everywhere. Let us escort you back to your chambers,” he bowed his head.
You nodded at him, relieved as well at the sight of them. You wanted nothing else than to go back to the familiar part of the fortress and to finally leave this awkward and uncomfortable situation with your betrothed.
Still holding the heart carefully in your hands, you walked out without even glancing at Feyd-Rautha. The guards took you to your chambers where the worried servants had been waiting. They gasped at the sight of your gift.
“What is it, my Lady?” One of the girls asked you.
“It’s a gift from Feyd-Rautha,” you explained as they all widened their eyes. “I have no idea what to do with it,” you admitted.
“Feyd Rautha gave it to you, my Lady?” The servant swallowed thickly and you nodded. “Do you know what it means, my Lady?”
“No,” you shook your head and handed the organ to another girl. “I desperately need to wash my hands and change my dress,” you said and disappeared into the bathroom where you spent fifteen minutes getting rid of the blood.
You took the stained dress off and threw it on the floor before walking out back to your chamber. The girls were already preparing the heart as they put it in a jar full of some odd liquid.
“It will dry in there, my Lady,” one of them explained. “Na-baron must be really enamoured with you, my Lady, or perhaps he is trying to show his best side to you.”
“Enamoured?” You snorted at her. “It’s gruesome.”
“It’s the most romantic thing a Harkonnen man can give to a woman, my Lady,” the other woman added and you gasped.
“I haven’t been taught that…” You whispered, feeling extremely stupid for the way you had treated Feyd-Rautha before. You had to anger him dearly and his rage was not something you wanted to deal with. “What is the equivalent of such a gift for a man? What can I give him in return?” You asked the servants and they looked at each other’s faces, surprised.
“There is no equivalent, my Lady,” one of them answered. “Harkonnen women do not court. Only men do.”
On the next day, when you were leaving your chambers to go to your class, you spotted the doors nearby opening and your betrothed walking out of them. Your room was in the same area as his so it was no surprise but you didn’t expect to see him at the same time in the morning. At the sight of you, he looked down and walked past you without a word, which made you feel bad for him and for the way you had treated him. But it also made you anxious because his uncle has been right about marriage. You didn’t want Feyd-Rautha to be your enemy.
Giedi Prime was far from perfect and your betrothed was an odd, psychotic creature. You couldn’t change your destiny, though, so you had to embrace it to make it bearable.
“Feyd, wait,” you rushed after him and he froze when you grabbed the sleeve of his robe. He turned around and looked at you coldly.
“I am in a hurry,” he drawled.
“So am I. But I wanted to apologise. I have been studying the Harkonnen culture for years but I have never been told of the meaning of such a gift,” you explained, feeling your cheeks getting warm. “Please, forgive me. I didn't mean to reject you.”
“The heart was of a low quality,” he admitted as his face softened slightly. “Next time I will give you the heart of a real warrior, a real enemy. Not some slave,” he added. “My uncle has already reprimanded me for that.”
You broke a smile at him. It was adorable in a way how this scary and dangerous man was following his uncle’s guide on courtship, trying to be on his best behaviour around you. It was making you feel powerful in a way.
“I would like to return the favour but my servants have informed me there is no such tradition,” you confessed. “What can I do for you to forgive me?”
Feyd-Rautha hesitated for a moment as he looked away, thinking intensely about something. Then he laid his eyes on you again and leaned in to join your lips together. You were startled at first, your heart pounded in your chest. Raised to become his wife, you had never kissed anybody before and saved yourself for him only, however it felt as if his soft lips were truly made for yours. You put your hand on his chest and opened your mouth to invite his tongue in. He devoured you, greedily wanting to explore your mouth and feast on your taste. His hands pulled you closer by your hips and you put your free hand behind his head. Seeing him for the first time in real life two days ago, you had been slightly uncomfortable at the sight of him. But now you did not feel any of that.
Even if you hadn’t been prepared to become his wife, you’d still want him. You had been born to be his.
Feyd’s hands moved up and cupped your face before breaking the kiss and moving away gently. You took a deep breath in as he stared into your eyes and caressed your loose hair.
“You’re forgiven, my pet,” he told you. “By the way, I’ve ordered a hair brush for you.”
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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 | feyd-rautha
( gif credits to @wondrousashes )
—summary: on a calm day back at your home, you shattered away the serenity as you decide to confront feyd about his alleged concubines and the little secrets he seemed so cautious to hide, pushing him further and further to the edge.
—pairing: feyd-rautha harkonnen x female!atreides!reader
—word count: 4k
—warnings: arranged marriage, jealousy, a bit of implied smut (the actual smut is coming up in the next and last chapter !!!), mentions of sex, mentions of cannibalism, feyd being a slut for the reader (as he should), mentions of killing and death, hot and very passionate love confessions, definitely ooc!feyd.
writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!
ᯓ★ part one ── part two ── part three (coming soon)
The week at Giedi Prime went by so fast that you hardly noticed any of it. The first day had been a bit slow and tedious, but the ones that followed turned out to be more than agreeable and enjoyable, Feyd-Rautha had been very concerned about keeping you entertained and as comfortable as possible, showing you every corner of the palace and walking you around the city.
But for now, you were back at your home for the last visit you would have there before becoming a Harkonnen. Feyd was staying close to you through all the reunion, naturally, diplomatically greeting your family.
“You met his cannibal lovers yet?” Paul's voice echoed inside your head between Feyd's conversations with Duke Leto, your gaze drifting to your brother in absolute alarm, horrified at the question and relieved that, so far, the answer was negative.
“There are rumors that tell how his concubines feed on the hearts of his dead opponents.” Your brother propelled you with the oh-so-cute information about your future husband. “The bastard has not one, but three. I guess you'll have to battle it out with them for his love, that was Duncan said.”
“Stop it, don't be an idiot.” You snapped back at him, averting your gaze from him to Feyd-Rautha, who was conversing ever so formally with Lady Jessica now.
You couldn't imagine him eating of human flesh, nor fucking three different women at the same time. Although, rumors always started from something and during the few times you had been able to get inside Feyd's head, you hadn't seen anything that was remotely pretty or light.
Paul's words managed to resonate in your head, lingering between the walls with a sense of suspicion.
Maybe that was why he never showed you the intimacy of his chambers... because on his bed lay three women compliantly awaiting for his attention and lust.
For some reason, the false image of him fucking them, bodies intertwined and interlinked, voices whimpering and moaning, made you feel respulsive, your guts twisting like a serpent.
You didn't want to believe it was jealousy, but again, your mind never wanted you to believe anything at all.
The palace of the Atreides stood majestically between rocky mountains, with the golden sunlight falling beautifully on the grayish stone walls, bringing in a warm afternoon. Rising magnificently behind your back, standing like a rocky guardian.
Your gaze was on Feyd-Rautha as you walked together along the outskirts balconies of the castle, your greenish dress swaying in the sea breeze, as did your hair, which you wore unusually loose that day, the sweet smell of it had him crazy.
“Do you like it?” You asked him after a few moments of silence, with a hint of a smile that Feyd noticed as he turned to look at you, noticing as well how you waited expectantly for his opinion of your home, which he knew you always held close to your heart.
After a second, he nodded his head, looking at you intently. “I do.”
His blue eyes, which looked as clear as ever under the natural glow of the place followed you as you walked beside him, keeping himself close to you, he could feel the natural warmth of your body and the sweet smell of your scent.
It was the first time you saw his eyes showing their true color, for back in his home, they rarely reflected so much brightness and his orbs glowed so beautifully in the sunlight. They possessed the most beautiful shade of blue, reminding you of the ocean, of home.
“It's nothing like my home.” Feyd-Rautha added in a more amused, lighter tone of voice, with a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, lowering his gaze to the ground, noting how the grass softened each of his steps on it.
“Obviously. Caladan is everything that Giedi Prime and Arrakis are not.” You answered him, snorting the words out with a soft chuckle that was carried away by the wind, turning your head to look at him once you stopped at the edge of a greenish cliff after descending one of the many rocky staircases that rose up through the hills.
The sea stretched into the immensity of the horizon and the water was uncommonly calm, waves lapping the shore relentlessly. It was a calm and peaceful scene out there, quite the opposite of what you felt inside, as you felt a tempest of emotions raging in your soul.
“Have you been with someone else like this?”
There was another one of your little questions again.
And he pondered the answer, dragging his eyes as blue as the ocean itself in front of them, back to you.
But Feyd-Rautha was rather certain that you already knew the answer, that you already had it, you could tell by the way he looked at you and the way he addressed you. Because it was enough to be clear that he had never been this way with anyone before, he had never spoken to anyone like this and he had never been so pleased to be in someone's company, basically in his entire life.
“The only people I've ever had this close to me are my family or my enemies, neither of whom I think entertain my presence very much.” Was his reply, honest and respectful. His husky voice, in contrast to the graceful sea breeze was a pleasant and comforting noise to you.
His words were masked with a touch of amusement, as he used to do in the last days when he spoke to you, it seemed as if you brought back that inner child he had, a stranger who felt increasingly closer.
But even using that tone, his eyes told you that he was not lying, that he was giving you the pure truth.
Yet, somehow you were not satisfied with his response. And he knew it.
“Have you been with other women?”
Feyd drew in a breath, half-opening his lips, air hissing between his teeth.
“So I'm assuming you've heard about the rumors about me?”
And there he was, answering you with another question to challenge you back, to play with your head as he had grown to love to do during the short time you had been in each other's company. Your conversations always ended up being a game of back and forth, a game of a tension that would be cut with the least sharp blade.
“My future wife likes to guide what she believes by mere rumors?” He pressed further.
And as always, you exhaled the air held inside you, twisting your head slightly, looking at him with incredulous eyes. “These are not rumors, Feyd —I've seen it.”
His blue eyes narrowed as he walked closer to you, expression both intrigued and yet defiant. “What do you mean you've seen it? Don't play games with me now, woman.”
“Don't threaten me, man,” You squinted your eyes as you pronounced the word like poison, almost coming out like an insult. “I'm not afraid of you.” With your own response to his defiance, this immediately silenced him, stopping him in his tracks right in front of you, as you stepped closer to him, your presence growing menacing now. You were really upset. “Do you think that when I marry you I will allow you to go on screwing around with them?”
“You met them and they threatened you?” Feyd asked in a low tone, maintaining a calm demeanor, though he wanted to know if any of his concubines had dared to even glance at you during your stay at Giedi Prime. His orbs reflected a sensation that ranged to a murderous, bloodthirsty urge, not at you, but at anyone who was stupid enough to threaten you. “Tell me, did they say anything to you?”
You crooked your head very slightly, looking genuinely offended by his questioning.
“Do you think I would allow any of your concubines —anyone at all— to threaten me and go on with their lives?” You replied instantly, looking him up and holding his gaze, as brave as ever. You seemed to be the only one in the whole universe who dared to answer him and put him in his place. And he was loving it, he felt the desire to be broken by you, to let you destroy all his walls and reach his soul. “They'd already be dead if they did.”
An amused grimace twisted his lips, gaze darkening with pride, desire even, approving of your words, feeling suddenly small under the vastness of your aura, dark and menacing now.
“Don't worry about them.” His words sounded humorous this time, just as his fingers laced between yours, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, an attempt to reassure you. “Soon I'll be all yours, sweet girl.”
You frowned your brow slightly, as did your lips, still looking offended. He squinted his eyes, hissing as he realized he had said the wrong thing, yet again.
“I'm not sweet.” Your hand released his, your annoyance rising with the seconds. “I'm not one of your pets you can treat as sweet, Feyd-Rautha.”
He raised his brow, following you with his gaze, puzzled, as you turned around and began to walk back to the palace, turning your back on him and leaving him to talk alone.
“One of my pets?” He questioned, with that amused grimace plastered on his mouth again, as he began to follow your hurried footsteps, his pale face reflected a blend of frustration and irritation. “Do you think I would treat you like one of my pets?”
His voice sounded so husky and frustrated and delicious that you felt like just stopping and jumping on him right there. But your own self-respect and pride were more important, you wanted to believe.
Seeing that you weren't planning to stop, Feyd tried to stop you by grabbing your arm, but his hand remained over your smooth skin, with no major result in trying to calm you down, so he cleared his voice, making the attempt to be as cautious and reassuring with his words.
“I think you must understand that desire and lust is something we all possess, my lady, not just men.”
He was physically relieved when you stopped to be able to look at him, with his hand lingering on your forearm.
But your eyes were still dark with discomfort when they met his once again. “I won't be one of your girls, Feyd-Rautha.”
His lips parted, brow furrowing slightly, his voice kept low. “(Y/N)—”
He stood right there, utterly speechless, with his voice caught in his throat, watching you walk away from him, striding with steps that exuded pure anger up to your rocky palace. His hand dropped from your arm and returned to his side, now far from your warmth and heartbeat.
It took Feyd-Rautha a couple of minutes to pull himself together, sighing heavily, a small smirk curving his lips as he began to walk the path back to the Atreides' palace.
He was absolutely thrilled to discover this side of you that he hadn't previously seen. You were truly frightening and he was loving it.
By the time the moon was bright in the center of the dark sky, shining through the thickness of black, a pair of soft knocks sounded against your chamber door and you didn't have to use any hint of your skills to know who it was.
He looked at you with those now dark blue eyes from across the threshold, arm resting lightly against the grayish stone. He looked strangely troubled, look shadowed.
“Have you always been such a perfect seductress?”Feyd asked you just as you made a questioning gesture with your head. “How many men have you seduced like this?”
You looked him up with doubting eyes, frown slightly furrowed. “What are you talking about—”
He interrupted you in a scratchy voice, fearing somehow, that someone else might hear him, that someone else might witness how desperately vulnerable he was being, for you.
“You've broken me. All I can think about is you.”
Feyd took one step forward and you one step back, so you two moved as if you were in a kind of dance until he eventually entered your chambers, pulling the door shut behind him.
“I can't handle not touching you. It's a rule I'm on the brink of breaking for you.” He whispered and your breath caught in your throat, exhaling air in a stuttering gasp. “And I should— I'm expected to be a gentleman. I'm supposed to behave myself, keep my composure. But you… you are driving me crazy, woman, you play with my head, you've bewitched me.”
You could really see that he was trying to explain himself for you, attempting to articulate everything that was going through his head and you knew that it was very unusual for him to speak out loud about his feelings. And now, you were the one who couldn't say anything at all.
It was true, the most important rule your mother had emphasized to you was that you were not to get involved sexually, or in any way with your betrothed, until the very day of the actual wedding, as that particular night was meant to be consumed.
“Y—you shouldn't be here, my lord.” You managed to utter out after a few hesitant stutters, feeling your back brush against the wall and having him in front of you, trapping you against his body. He seemed to be struggling against his body, against his desire and instinct, hesitant hands twitching at his sides, nearly reaching out instinctively for your body.
“You were so bold back there talking back to me, what happened now? Aw, what happened, pretty?” He asked in a more teasing tone of voice, holding your gaze. “We could put that mouth of yours to good use then, hm?”
“My lord—”
“Call me by name.” He demanded, he begged you, whispering.
“Feyd...” You named him so obediently that it made him smile darkly to himself. “Someone might listen.”
“Are you afraid that someone will find out that two people who are getting married desired each other?” Feyd asked, half-closing his eyes and breathing out through his nose, as if trying to compose himself, trying to convince himself more than you. “There is nothing wrong for a husband to crave for his wife, right?”
You gulped, and his eyes instantly landed on your throat, watching as bone and muscle moved beneath the flesh, his tongue twitched, aching with all his will to be able to just lick the skin of your neck.
“I guess not.” Your voice trembled even when you were trying extra hard to sound confident and certain. “But we are not yet husband and wife.”
“Soon...” Feyd muttered, almost as if he was making a promise, uttering a vow.
His eyes closed as he finally rested his forehead against yours and suddenly, you were breathing from the same air. His trembling breath was warm against your lips and his scent was everything you could have ever craved... and it felt so familiar that your soul seemed to shudder, like something you had smelled all your life, something that had haunted you even in dreams, forever present but yet always so far distant.
“Can I touch you?” Feyd breathed out against your mouth after a few moments.
You didn't answer him verbally, instead you slowly took his hands between yours, fingers placing them in parallel against his, allowing you to feel every inch of the imprint drawn on his fingertips as you dragged yours across his palm, both feeling the size difference.
Then, you rested his big, calloused hands on your waist, allowing him to touch and hold you as much as he wanted and to permit him to do so, a single sight on your eyes was all it took.
He hissed as his hands molded the curve of your waist and instantly afterward drew you into his body, pulling you fully against the wall behind you. Your back arched instinctively and you gasped too, so softly, your chest pressed against his with the motion.
“Touch me.” Feyd-Rautha pleaded, he had never pleaded so... desperately for anything ever in his life.
That was your allowance for your hands reaching for his body, out of control, one making a slow path up through his strong arms while the other rested against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your palm, beating echoing your own. Your fingertips gently patted his muscles, recognizing his skin and his body. You got the abrupt urge to claim it as yours. To claim him.
You felt yourself blushing at all the overly imaginative and lustful images of him invading your head.
His nose brushed against yours, nuzzling it affectionately, still without opening his eyes, as if he were in some kind of dream from which he didn't want to wake up. His fingers caressed your belly, tracing a slow caress across your entire abdomen upward, while his other hand gripped your waist, holding you against him.
His touch triggered an immediate reaction across your flesh, skin shivering under his fingers.
Feyd whispered your name like a prayer, like a thirsty man, crawling and screaming for water.
“I'm trying to be good...”
“Don't be.” You whispered back, almost begging, looking up at him, gaze meeting his once he opened his eyes. “Please, Feyd—”
Then finally his lips landed on yours, initiating a kiss that you both craved so much, maybe he more than you for the way he brought you close to him, almost possessively, like a mad man, almost as if he was imprinting his mark on you, marking you for whoever had the courage to look at you.
He let himself sink in the way your lips fit against yours, in the warmth your body offered him, in the all too familiar sensation he could sense in every single fiber of his core from the kiss, your kiss.
Feyd-Rautha felt like a roaring beast just unleashed, ruthless and insatiable, just like when he walked into the arena, eager to kill, rooting against his opponents —and now he was rooting for you, to be near you, to intertwine his soul with yours, to claim you as his own.
And claiming you he was, his scent covered you all over now, making you feel a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, throbbing crotch, blood seething like an infernal flare. Anyone who came near you would not only smell you, but him too, on every inch of your body. His hands roamed just under your breasts, rubbing across your ribcage and sliding down your back, fingers just barely grazing your ass, pressing you tightly against him in desperation, grasping and squeezing as much of your tender flesh as they could.
Your own palms roamed up his chest, caressing his broad shoulders, all the way up to his neck, tugging him closer to you in desperate motions, impossibly close.
When your bodies begged for oxygen, you broke the passionate kiss, leaving you both breathless. He kissed you once more, allowing you to breathe just for a few seconds before all you breathed was him. He wanted to become your oxygen, something indispensable to you, something you needed to live with, a necessity.
“You're the only one.” Feyd-Rautha mumbled out as his hot and soft lips trailed down a wet path all the way to your neck, tracing the line of your jaw with sloppy kisses, each time his lips pulled back from your skin a wet noise echoed and filled the room, making you gasp.
You could feel the way his lips were modulating each word against your skin, as if using a language so intimate and so tight that it took your breath away. A language known and used just between the two of you.
With desirous eyes he looked at the dark crimson mark he'd left on your throat before raising them across your flushed face, his hands cradling your jaw, thumbs caressing your skin tenderly.
“When my uncle gave me the announcement that I was to marry you, I kicked them all out.” He continued to explain, pecking your lips a couple of times before kissing each cheek, your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, every single feature of your entire face, with the utmost care and adoration.
No one had ever looked at you the way he was looking at you right now.
Feyd rasped out a small chuckle, breath warm tickling against your nose. “And by kicking them out I mean I killed them.”
His comment didn't surprise you at all, in fact, it didn't even provoke a reaction in you. During the week you had been in his company, you had already gotten used to Feyd-Rautha's -almost cruel- honesty and sassy remarks, you were just starting to get used to his very eccentric and unique attitude. Because the na-Baron's personality was something that was most captivating to you, he was so different yet so similar to you.
“Of course.” You replied, trying to hold back that dark grin on your lips, an action that caused him to kiss you once more, his attention was on your mouth the whole time as you spoke to him in that tone of voice. “I would expect nothing less from the Feyd-Rautha and for my future husband.”
Again he rested his forehead against yours and you were the one who kissed his lips this time. It had become a reassuring habit in a span of less than five minutes for both of you.
“I can't do anything to you until we get married, my uncle would find out otherwise. I have —we have— to behave, my love.”
He seemed to read your mind this time, or maybe it was the way you were looking at him, biting your lower lip gently, eyes darkened with desire, silently begging him to just take you right there against the wall when he called like that.
Perhaps Feyd-Rautha was a hopeless romantic just like you or he simply desired you in ways that went beyond mere sex or plain lust.
“Are you afraid of him?” You softly asked him, your fingers stroking the back of his neck, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Your fingertips followed the trail of one of his veins marked on his neck, making him gasp lightly.
“Have you seen him?” Feyd responded with another question, a curved little smile on his lips, his tone of voice directed pure sarcasm. “I don't think I'm in such a position as to challenge the Baron.”
You nodded your head, fingers stroking his cheekbones now, tapping the moles that spread across his face affectionately. “He's terrifying.”
Your heart seemed to melt as you watched him close his eyes and lean against your hand, kissing the palm in action.
“Mhm...” Feyd hummed, watching you attentively, as if he was memorizing every inch of your face. Suddenly, his expression changed to one of amusement.
“Were you seriously jealous of my darlings?”
Your heart seemed to drop to your stomach and burn with your guts as you heard the nickname fall from his mouth.
“Call them that again and I'll cut your throat.” You murmured against his lips, kissing them slowly before pulling away from his body, looking up at him with dark, yet playful eyes, your hand roaming across his chest until it fell to your side as you stepped away. Then you made your way towards your bed with a very slow pace, under the attentive gaze of his azure eyes following every movement of your hips.
His heart —apparently non-existent until then— was pounding like crazy inside his chest as his lips parted, for once again you had left him speechless.
That was living proof that you were simply made for him. And he for you.
And maybe that just meant you were each other's weakness, people would say so.
But he felt just invincible in your presence, as if your company made him behold the whole universe, gave him the power of the all galaxy at hand, making him feel like the only man in existence. Your man.
Feyd-Rautha had never felt so desperate to make you his wife and finally call you his.
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req! maybe drunk reader and austin takes care of her?
take me home…
pairings : austin butler x drunk!fem reader
warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, short srry
** flyn: stands for first letter of your name :)
after a night out with your friends and an earache car ride back home, you staggered your way into the house as if you had lost a limb. austin took your coat and your heels which you had kicked off a few seconds before. “my legs feel like jello.” you giggled, looking down at your legs. “hey, what flavor of jello do you think my legs are?” austin laughed at your silly question.
“they all taste the same.” he said, guiding you to the living room, and helping you to the couch. “they do not! austin, we need… a jello-tasting event. let’s go get some.” you sat up but austin pulled your arm back down. “nah uh… tomorrow we can, for now, i want you to lay here.” austin leaned over the couch and kissed you on the forehead. “where are you going?” you groaned as you threw your hand over your eyes.
“getting my baby some fruit.” he announced from the kitchen. “can you use my favorite bowl?” you begged, your plead being muffled by the pillow you buried your face in. “of course baby.” your favorite bowl being the one you made with austin. it had “flyn + a” in the middle and hearts all around the outer edges. it was considered your favorite bowl because you and austin worked on it together, it meant something to you.
he walked over to the fridge and brung out some cases of different fruits, berries, grapes, and apple slices. he washed off the grapes and berries and placed a variety in the bowl. he walked over to you, you were hanging on by a thread, trying not to fall asleep. “sit up… you got it.” your body slowly moved up as austin pulled you up by your arm. “you sound sexy when you say that.” you giggled as austin placed the bowl in your lap.
“do i?” he laughed along with you. “mhm…” you smiled, sticking a few too many fruits in your mouth. “hey hey, don’t put that many in there.” he said, holding his hand under your mouth. “is good though.” you spoke with your mouth full. “stop talking and chew it.” he shook his head and removed his hand.
while you chewed up the fruit, austin attempted to reach for a blueberry. you speedily smacked austin’s hand. “i can’t have any?” he pouted. “i’ll feed them to you.” you fished for a strawberry and fed it to him. “thank you, baby.”
after you finished, austin took the bowl back to the kitchen and thoroughly washed it. he put it on the rack next to the sink, letting it air dry. you laid back down on the couch. “we gotta remove that pretty makeup.” austin walked back over to you.
“why i gotta do so much?” you elongated the last word. “it’s bad for your skin.” he only knows that because you refuse to go to sleep with any makeup. “i’ll be back.”
austin ran upstairs and grabbed your makeup wipes and your moisturizers. he came back downstairs and saw that you were practically knocked out. your mouth was open, eyes closed but you could see the whites of your eyes slightly. the last thing he wanted to do was to wake you up.
he crept over to the couch and moved your head onto his lap. he pulled your eyelashes off, forgetting that they are glued to your eyelid. “ow!” you squeezed your eyes. “i’m sorry baby.” he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “relax your eyes so i can get this makeup off..” he spoke softly, you relaxed your eyes and slowly fell back into your unconscious state.
he began wiping your makeup off, and it took him long enough. after a stressful seven minutes, he placed some moisturizer on his hands and lathered his hands with it. he rubbed it on your face and made sure your face was completely moisturized.
“thank you austin…” you sleepily smiled. “you’re welcome my princess.”
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On The Third Day of Christmas
Day 2 | Day 4
Hi, I’m glad to announce that I am back. It’s been a rough previous month to say the least. Sure Christmas is over with but I am still going to finish this series. On the thirteen day, there will be a big post with all the days combined. For people who want to read it all combined.
I did deicide to come back like two days early then I planned. But, I want to get this series out and done with, so that I can focus on Until I Found Her and Fairytale I just want to thank everyone for being so understanding.
It’s only day three but have you noticed the surprise yet?
Masterlist
Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Spelling and Grammatical Errors
Word Count: 963
You lived in the country and you absolutely loved it. Sure, every day it was becoming more and more modern with each and every year that passed. The road that was in front of your house was no longer a dirt road but in fact an asphalt busy road. Mostly due to Elvis’s large following. Still, when you stood in the backyard near the barn you felt at peace.
You had a friend who owned a farm with animals. You’re talking cows, pigs, and chickens… the reason this is important is because it was currently day three. A very ambitious one, but one you could pull off. When Elvis first moved in he had chickens running all around the place. You could easily take care of three hens.
Yup, that is correct. You are once against taking it quite literally. So, as you drove home for hopefully the last time. You looked in the backseat where the hens were resting peacefully. As the song goes, day three was three French hens. How was it that you were going to turn them French? Very simple actually.
You reach for the small bag in your passenger seat and pull out the three small berets. You weren’t going to keep it on them forever, just for the show and tell. Elvis was home for the rest of the holidays. So, you show him the day and then take the hats off.
You placed the hots on the hens and soon attached their mustaches. You smiled to yourself and stood up and got out. You grabbed the three hens and made your way inside.
“Elvis?!” You called out for him. It was mid-afternoon, so he should be awake. Yet, you didn’t want to wake him if he wasn’t. Well… that’s not entirely true. You checked the living room, kitchen, jungle room, etc. There were so many rooms to check that you should’ve just checked the bedroom first.
You placed the hens on the bed and watched as they start to climb onto Elvis. You tried to keep your laughter under control, but it was impossible when one of them sat on his face.
“What- the!?” Elvis pealed the hen off his face and looked around the room for you. He spotted you quickly and he looked upset.
“Hehe,” you said simply.
“What the hell, Y/n?” His voice was still tired. He had just been woken up by his wife’s foolish shenanigans. You couldn’t understand why he was so tired, but he must’ve worked himself hard yesterday while he was at the studio.
“Three French hens.” You said on return.
“How are they- you put a goddamn beret and mustache on them?” He looked at you dead in the eyes. The reaction was one that screamed are you serious?
“Don’t worry, I'll take it off of them. I just wanted to show you day three.” You replied with a short smile.
“What time is it?” He asked and rubbed his face.
“Just bout noon.” You answered. He nodded and flopped back down onto the bed. “Now when I get back Mr., I want you out of this bed.”
“Yes, mama.” He mumbled gently under his breath. You smiled softly and collected the hens. You took them out to their home for the next two weeks and got some feed down on the ground for them. They will be staying in the same barn with the horses for now.
You made your way back inside and went straight to the kitchen. The least you could do was make him some lunch. Since you so horribly woke him from his slumber. You knew he would be fine, plus it's best he gets used to getting woken up like that.
You put together two sandwiches for yourself and Elvis and plated them. You placed them on the counter and went to head up the stairs to see if he had gotten out of bed. Before you could take a step up the stairs you heard him coming down. You smiled at him softly.
“Morning, handsome.” You said with a small voice.
“Mornin’ beautiful,” he replied and met you at the end of the stairs. He pulled you into a much-needed kiss and hug. You weren’t complaining, any chance to be close to Elvis was a win-win. Then again his love language was touch.
“I made some lunch.” You said after a while of silence.
“Is that what that smell is?”
“Unless you smell two sandwiches then no,” you chuckled lightly and pulled him towards the food. You know it was quite simple, but sometimes that was all you needed. You didn’t need the fancy meats, you just needed each other and a nice meal.
“You’re not going to bring any more alive things into the house right? For your twelve days?”
“Hmm, no that was the only one. But it was pretty funny,” you smiled as you took a bite of your sandwich.
“Not for me, one was sitting its bare ass on ma face.” He whined in return, which caused you to let out a laugh.
“You washed your face didn’t you?” You guessed. Elvis shook his head and took a big bite of his sandwich.
“Of course I fuckin’ did, don’t know where that hen was last.” He grumbled. You smiled and reached your hand out for his.
He was truly the love of your life. He put up with all your shit, and vice versa. Maybe that is the key to every happy relationship. Putting up with each other's shits, because there could be no one else who would. You wouldn’t trade it in the world.
He could’ve still been dirt poor and you would’ve fallen for him either way. He was your love, and you were his.
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Elvis or Austin walks in on reader fully naked
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The Golden Globes were coming up in two days and Austin still didn't have a anyone to bring with him since his sister was unable to make it. He had thought about asking if you'd wanna accompany him since you were his best friend and there wasn't anyone else besides you or his sister that he'd want to bring. But he wasn't sure how'd you respond since you were never one for that kind of attention and you saw firsthand how crazy his life had gotten since Elvis, it was overwhelming for you. But he figured that he'd ask anyway so he quickly grabbed his phone and called you. You could feel your phone vibrating in your back pocket as you were getting some coffee at a local coffee shop, you slid it from your back pocket and smiled when you saw it was Austin. You wouldn't ever admit this to anyone not even him, but you had always had the biggest crush on him. But he never seemed to take any interest in you the same way which kinda led to you being friend zoned.
You slide your thumb across the screen to answer it and held it to your ear. "Hey, what's up?" you said softly as you paid for your coffee. "Y/N, hey, I had a question and you can say no if you want. But just know I'd truly appreciate it if you didn't." he said with a soft chuckle. You raised an eyebrow at his words. "Uh, okay.. What did you do?" you laughed. "I didn't do anything. It's nothing bad!" he said rolling his eyes playfully. "I was just wondering if you'd be my plus one to the Golden Globes?" he said hesitantly. You nearly spat out your coffee at his words. "Me?!" you exclaimed. He laughed at your reaction. "What about Ashley?? I thought you were taking her." you said still in shock. "She can't make it. I'd really like for someone who's like family to join me." he said. You were a bit apprehensive about the whole thing because that was not your world and you certainly didn't have anything that would be able to even walk down the red carpet in. But you didn't want to let him down because this was a huge night for him especially if he wins. "Soooo... Will you?" he questions. You cleared your throat and exhaled softly. "Okay, yeah, I'll go. But I have nothing suitable to wear to this." you teased. "Don't worry about that. You know when it is right?" he asked. You furrowed your brow at him telling you not to worry when that's the biggest thing to worry about. "Mhm, I do. I'll come over to your place that day." you said. "Okay, sounds good. Thank you for this." he said softly. You smiled to yourself as the both of you hung up.
Two days later and it was the big day. You were a nervous wreck as you got to Austin's house a little after noon. He welcomed you inside and you were greeted by a few other people that looked like they were in the process of getting him ready for tonight. He pulled you into a hug the moment you walked in his house and you smiled hugging him back and capturing your bottom lip between your teeth as you got a hint of his cologne before he pulled away. "I'm so happy you are doing this." he beamed. "Well, that's what friends are for." you smiled. "Uh, Aus.. I don't have anything to wear. I know you said don't worry but-" he cut you off and grinned cutely before he grabbed a hold of your hand and led you over to the living room where the dress he gotten for you was hanging. You were in awe of the beautiful backless red dress. "I-Is that for me?" you say softly. "Of course. I picked it out myself." he smiled. You had never seen anything more beautiful let alone wore something this beautiful. He grabbed the dress from where it was hanging and handed it to you. "Go try it on." he said happily. You took it into your hands, running your fingers over the soft silk of the dress. "Austin.. You didn't have to do this." you said shyly. "Stop it, I wanted to. Now go try it on. I want to see what it looks like on you." he smiled gesturing for you to go to his room.
You smiled and nodded at him. "Okay, I will." you beamed and began to make your way into his room, shutting the door closed and laying the beautiful dress onto his bed so you could undress, taking everything off wanting to see how it would feel if you went commando under the soft silk. You stood there for a moment in your nakedness just still in awe of this dress. While Austin waited for you he realized he forgot to give you the shoes that went with it and he quickly grabbed them and not even thinking that you may have already started getting undressed but it was too late at that point because he had already burst through the door with the shoes in hand. "You forgot the-" but he suddenly forgot how to speak when he was face to face with you and his eyes widen at the sight of you naked. You gasped when you saw him and quickly grabbed your shirt to drape it over the front of your body to cover what you could. "Austin!" you shrieked. He swallowed harshly as his eyes wandered over every inch, every curve, every line, everything and since your shirt didn't cover much but your breasts he got an eyeful of your pussy. He didn't say a word it was as if he was frozen in place. He'd never really thought of you in such a sexual way, he did have a bit of a crush on you when you first met, but you didn't seem too interested in him or you didn't let it show that you did. So he pushed those thoughts from his mind about you. But now they were all coming back.
"Earth to Austin! Hello?? Can you get out!?" you yelled. He snapped out of his dirty thoughts about you and cleared his throat nervously, his cheeks becoming a bit flushed. "Uh... I-Uh... Here's the shoes.." he put them down frantically and he quickly made his exit almost slamming the door how fast he closed it. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously the image of your naked body replaying in his head. You didn't even know what to do after what just happened you felt so embarrassed having him walk in on you like that. You didn't know how you were going to possibly face him now without being awkward and shy and he felt the same way. You eventually got the dress on and smoothing it over your body and checking yourself out in his mirror and staring at how the dress clung to your body and you really liked how beautiful it looked and how great you felt in it. You slipped on the heels which went so well with the dress and you took a deep breathing still needing to show Austin what it all looked like but you were so nervous. You slowly opened the door, peering out of the small crack to see him pacing back and forth with such a nervousness to him.
What the hell is he nervous about? He walked in on ME naked. You opened the door more and slipped out of his room slowly approaching him and everyone else. He turned to face you as he heard the sounds of your heels and his eyes lit up when he saw you in the dress his jaw practically on the floor seeing how the dress hugged every bit of your curves so perfectly, he couldn't understand the feelings that he was beginning to feel so strongly. But one thing was for sure he wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off you. You cleared your throat a bit afraid to even look at him as you mumbled, "How do I look?" in a soft tone, turning a bit give him a view of the backless part. "Perfect.." Austin murmured. You furrowed your brow catching a bit of what he said but not really. "What?" you asked softly. "Uh, I mean.. You look beautiful. I knew that dress was perfect for you." he smiled, rubbing at his face shyly. You tried your best not to blush as you still wouldn't make eye contact with him. "Thank you and thank you for the dress. "No need to thank me." he smiled. "I guess I'll get ready now.." he mumbled as he began to walk past you to get to his room the two of you making eye contact as he passed and quickly looking away from one another. Tonight is going to be awkward.
Once he went off to get dressed you were being brought over to get your hair and makeup done. It was all so very strange being pampered this way, being dressed this way and going to the Golden Globes, that you told them not to go to heavy with the makeup. You were already nervous about going there and now you're doubly nervous because things were going to be super awkward between you and Austin you could just feel the tension in the air between the two of you. Moments later Austin came out in the most beautiful tux that you tried not to stare too hard at him but he looked so handsome. "How do I look?" he beamed. "You look very handsome." you said softly, nodding your head. He smiled at your words and he still was completely in awe of you that he knew you'd be a distraction for him the whole night especially after knowing how you look under that dress. You were finished with your hair and makeup and you stood up now soothing out your dress and you watched as Austin went to get his hair done and you were being handed a purse that went along with your dress, clutching it in your hands as you stared at Austin. You kept giving each other quick glances and then looking away.
You both were ready now and by the time you both got ready it was almost time to start heading to the show to walk the red carpet. Your nerves kicking in full force and Austin reached out his hand to you and you hesitantly took his hand in yours. You tried to hide your slight blush. "Don't want you falling down the stairs with those heels." he chuckled. You rolled your eyes at him as he you held onto his hand a bit tighter as the two of you made your way out with a few of his people following behind as you got into the huge suv that was there to pick him up. He helped you inside of the car and he stepped in right after, sliding over next to you. He could tell you were nervous because your hand was shaking in your lap and he gently placed his hand over yours. "You'll be okay, I get nervous too." he smiled. You nodded with a small smile as you stared out the window as you begun your journey there and you noticed that he had not removed his hand from yours which only made you smile widely to yourself. Things seemed to be going okay only a bit of awkwardness not what you expected but you did catch him staring down at your body a few times and he assumed that you didn't catch him. But you did.
Once you got to the Golden Globes the crowd of people was insane and the amount of celebrities that were there made you feel out of place. Austin tightened his hand around yours and intertwined his fingers between yours slowly. "Ready? You're my hot date tonight!" he grinned. You blushed for the thousand time tonight and followed him out of the car, he helped you down and let go of your hand to slip around your waist, keeping you close by him wanting to help you feel as comfortable as possible. You were trying not to faint at the feeling of his strong arm around your waist and just being this close to him. He was being so different with you now and treating you not just as his friend, but as if he had actual interest in you. You held onto your dress a bit as to not step on it as you two walked down the red carpet together, the cameras snapping away and the people screaming. You stared up at him. "What if they think I'm your girlfriend?" you whispered to him. "Would that bother you?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. "Oh.. Uh.. I-I don't think so..." you said shyly. "Then who cares what they think." He said with a shrug as he squeezed at your waist a bit tighter.
Now it was time to pose for pictures and you were not excited about that but Austin wasn't letting you leave his side especially not in that dress even as the photographers had yelled for him to get pictures on his own he refused because he didn't want to let you go. You felt less nervous since he did everything to make you feel comfortable and you opened up a bit more and started posing a bit with him for the pictures. But it was needed for him to take a few alone and you didn't mind so you wiggled from his grip and stood to the side as he took his solo pictures reluctantly. You smiled warmly as you watched him and if you didn't already have the biggest crush on him it grew even more just standing there. "Let's get a few of your girlfriend!" one photographer shouted. Austin smiled to himself and you shook your head with a smile because you knew they would assume you were dating. Austin gestured you over to him and you walked over and then he moved out of the frame of the cameras so they could get solo shoots of you. You thought it was strange they wanted photos of someone that wasn't famous, but you played along with it and after a while Austin grabbed your hand again and waving to the photographers as he whisked you away.
"That wasn't too bad, huh?" he grinned. "I guess not." you smiled. The two of you eventually headed inside after Austin did a few interviews that now had not only questions about his feelings if he wins or Elvis, but who you were and if you were his girlfriend. He couldn't help but blush and you caught him a few times and the whole thing just had you confused. He friend zoned you this whole time and now he suddenly acting like the two of you were together. But you kept those thoughts to yourself. This night was about him and as you took your seats beside Baz, Priscilla, Lisa Marie and Jerry; you beamed happily never imaging being at something like this in person. As the night went on Austin was holding your hand most of the night under the table and you could feel him trembling he was nervous. You looked over at him with a smile and you leaned over towards him. "I just know you're going to win.." you whispered. He smiled at your words and leaned over to kiss your cheek. "Thank you.. We'll see." he mumbled. You tried your best to hide your face because you were blushing so hard from his kiss. Why he is doing this to me.. He doesn't even like me like that..
You quickly snapped out of your thoughts when the award for 'Best Actor' was being presented and he began to squeeze your hand so tight now and you did your best to soothe him as they ran down the list of names and you smiled so big when they listed him. The two of you so nervous and you weren't even the one nominated as they went to open the envelope and you heard the words, "Austin Butler" utter from their lips and you nearly squealed from excitement and he was in complete shock as he hopped out of his seat, his hand slipping from yours and you stood up with the rest of your table and right before he went to walk to the stage he leaned over toward you and planted a kiss to your lips purely out of sheer impulse and excitement that he didn't even realize what he had done as he went running up to the stage after. You were now the one frozen touching your lips with your fingertips gently thinking you were in a dream.. A dream where Austin just kissed you. You slowly sat back down in your seat in a complete daze unable to stop touching your lips as you watched him up on that stage accepting the award he and Elvis rightfully deserve. You left your daze for a moment just to hear his adorable and beautiful speech that almost had you close to tears as you clapped happily for him. Once he got backstage he finally realize what he did before he went to accept his award and now he felt so stupid for doing that only furthering whatever awkwardness had faded throughout the night.
Once he returned to the table you gave him the biggest hug, but neither you or him spoke of what happened and continued on with the night as usual. The night was finally winding down and the ceremony was coming to a close and the two of you made your way back to the suv that had taken you here earlier and Austin clutched his Golden Globe in his hand as he slipped the other around you. You smiled proudly as the two of you got into the car. "I knew it. I knew you'd win!" you said happily. "Thank you, Y/N. Seriously, thank you for coming with me tonight. I needed it." he smiled. "Of course. You know I'm always here for you and here to support you." you said softly. "I know.." he mumbled, patting your hand gently. The ride back to his place was a quiet one. The both of you with some much on your mind about one another and so confused. You knew how you felt about him, but you were unsure now of how he felt about you. He too was unsure because he had suppressed these feelings for so long because he assumed you weren't interested in him. But now he was getting the feeling that he was completely wrong. But he didn't want you to feel like seeing you naked earlier is the reason he likes you. It certainly was not. That was just an added bonus for him.
You got back to his place and once you got out front you ripped the heels off your feet and letting out a exhaled. "Finally." you laughed. He chuckled softly as he reached over for your hand and lead the two of you back inside. Once inside of his house things seemed more awkward now that it was just the two of you alone. You fumbled with your hands nervously as you stared at him and he stared at you, setting down his award as he moved closer to you. You swallowed harshly as he moved toward you until he towered over you. "We should probably talk about the uh.." you interrupted him. "The kiss.." you mumbled. "Yeah... That.." he uttered as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Aus, listen.. I'm going to say something because I need to get it off my chest." you said softly. "O-Okay.." he mumbled. You took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "I've had a crush on you for a very long time. But it seemed like you never felt the same and you kinda friend zoned me.. Which crushed me a bit. But it never stopped how I felt about you. Now tonight.. I don't know.. You confused me.. Do you like me? Or is it because you saw me naked and you're doing all this to try to sleep with me?" you said hesitantly.
His eyes widen for a moment when he heard you had feelings for him but then immediately furrowed his brow at the last thing you said. "Y/N, do you truly believe I would use you in that way just to get in your pants?" he questioned. You shrugged. "I don't know.. It's just all sudden that you're acting this way." you whispered. "Can I get something off my chest now?" he chimed. You nodded slowly. "The first time we met I had a crush on you, but you didn't seem that interested in me and obviously I know I was so wrong now. I don't know why I couldn't see it. I'll be honest seeing you naked did bring all those feelings back. But I would never use you, flirt with you the way I did tonight and play with your feelings just to sleep with you. I kissed you because I like you.. I've always liked you." he confessed. You tried to hide your smile and you let out a relieved sigh and you knew in the back of your mind that Austin would never do something so cruel like that. But you needed to hear him say it.
You tried to hide your smile as you stared up at him and you moved yourself close to him until your body was up against his. He brought his hands up to brush them over your arms slowly and that brought a shiver down your spine and the two of you just stared silently at one another. You didn't know what to say or that words even needed to be said as your faces moved closer. Your heart racing as your lips met for the second time tonight and he slipped his arms around your waist and you wrapped yours around his broad shoulders, kissing each other deeply. You felt his hands moving up and down the silk of your dress and squeezing at every curve of your body. His hands slipping back around your arms and sliding them up to your shoulders, hooking his fingers beneath the small straps of your dress and tugging them down your shoulders slowly. "Did I mention how perfect you look in this dress?" he mumbled on your lips. "Mm.. I think you may have let it slip earlier..." you hummed. He grinned on your lips stealing another kiss and capturing your bottom lip between his teeth. "So you did hear that.." he chuckled.
"Mhm.. Also know you've been dying to see what's underneath this dress again.." you smirked. You pulled away from him and tugged your arms out of the delicate straps and you shimmered out of the tight little number and his eyes widen with a smile. "You weren't wearing any panties this whole damn time??" he said practically foaming at the mouth from the very sight of you. "Nope.." you giggled. All of a sudden he grabbed you by your waist and threw your naked body over his shoulder and you squealed softly, playfully hitting him. "Austin!" you exclaimed as you squirmed. He grinned as he tried to keep you still as he dragged you to his bedroom, giving your bare ass a hard slap which caused another squeal to escape you and he threw you onto his bed and you giggled softly as you rolled over onto your stomach and swinging your legs in the air back and forth as you stared up at him. "Come here.." you whispered, reaching over to grab him by his belt and tugging him forward. He licked over his lips as he stared down at you. "I wanna reward you.." you cooed.
He raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Oh? For what?" he teased. "For winning tonight and for being honest with me.." you smiled and now both hands were holding onto his belt and then you ran your fingers slowly across the hard leather before you began to unbuckle it and undoing his pants. You bit down on your bottom lip so giggly and blushing a bit as you tugged his pants down along with his underwear and he already had a semi when his cock had sprang out right in your face. You blushed so hard staring head on at his cock and licking over your lips as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, kicking them to the side. You wrapped your right hand around his cock as he slowly began to slip off his tuxedo jacket and undo his bowtie and unbuttoning his shirt watching you as began to stroke his cock slowly and he choked back a groan. You watched his cock grew to it's full size in your hand and you leaned forward pressing your soft lips against his swollen leaking tip and coating your lips with his precum until your lips were glossy from it and you licked the taste of him right off your lips.
He watched in amazement and his eyes slightly rolled back. "Damn.." he mewled. You smirked and pressed a soft loving kiss to his leaky tip and then slowly parted your lips and took him into your watering mouth, sucking just on the tip for a moment and making soft suckling sounds just to tease him, your legs still swinging back and forth happily. He placed his hands on your shoulders as he let out a soft exhale from the feeling of your mouth around him and now his groans escaped him as much as he tried to fight them back. You placed your hand at the base of his cock as you slid more of him into your mouth and began to suck at a steady and slow pace, bobbing your head on him as your innocent doe eyes stared up at him. "Oh fuck." he moaned, squeezing tight at your shoulders. You loved the sound of his moans and decided to drive him a little wild and you placed your hands on his thighs and pushed your face down further against his pelvis and swallowing his cock down your throat, gagging and choking around him quietly, as you reach one of your hands down to squeeze and grope at his balls that hit up against your chin as your other hand squeezed hard at his thigh. "H-Holy shit.. Y/N..." he whimpered as he stared at you having a mouth full of him.
You slowly pulled your head back and his cock popping out of your mouth with strings of your saliva stuck to it and dripping down your chin, giggling to yourself. "D-Do it again.. Please baby..." he begged as he hands rested on the back of your head. You nodded at his begging and happily wrapped your mouth back around him and swallowed his cock down once again and playing with his balls and now you felt his hands tightening around your head and forcing you to keep him down your throat a bit longer, your gags becoming louder around him and your eyes welling up with tears as you tried to keep staring up at him, swinging your legs faster. Globs of your saliva gathering around your mouth and dripping down his cock, your chin and onto his floor as you whimpered and moaned around him. "Ah.. Oh my god... Your throat feels so damn good.. I wanna cum down it. But not yet.." he moaned as he tugged at your hair and pulled his cock out of your mouth and you gasped softly and letting out a quiet cough as your saliva poured out of you and making a mess and that wasn't the only mess, your pussy was completely soaked from how turned on you were.
He smirked and leaned down taking your messy face into his hands and kissing you deeply, forcing his tongue into your mouth and you whimpered into his mouth kissing him back and then he pulled away. You ran your hand up and down his thigh gently before you got up and laid on your back and turned so that your head was facing the other side of the bed and slowly parting your legs before him as he continued to stand above you, he grinned and grabbed a hold of your thighs and roughly pulling you toward him. You squealed softly as you cupped your breasts in your hands and squeezing at them gently as you watched him move between your legs and wrapping them around his waist as he lifted your hips just slightly off the bed and he licked his lips at the sight of your soppy pussy that ached something fierce for him and only him. He grabbed a hold of his saliva covered cock and he ran his tip right between your soft wet folds and teased your clit with the head of his cock and you let out a soft cute moan. "Oh god.. So fucking wet.. I've been thinking about this pussy all night since I seen it." he chuckled. You giggled at his words and shook your head. "Well are you gonna get keep staring at it or fuck it?" you teased.
"So needy for me, huh?" he hummed. "Mhm.. You've no idea how much I've wanted this.." you cooed. His expression was warm and happy as he slide his cock up and down your slit one more time and emitting a low groan before he teased your tight entrance with his cock and then plunging himself deep inside of you, grabbing ahold of your hips as he moaned shakily. "Goddamn.. So fucking tight.. " he moaned out loudly. You moaned and whimpered loudly as you tilted your head back against the mattress feeling his cock stretching you and forcing you to adjust to his size as he slammed his hips into yours until you could feel his balls slapping against you as he began to thrust into you so rough and hard causing your body to jolt and move up and down against his bed, you clutched onto his bed sheets. "Fuck.. Austin.. Oh.." you nearly screamed. As he plowed deep inside of you he watched your gorgeous breasts bounce with his every movement.
The sounds of his balls slapping against you growing louder with each forceful thrust of his as he was slamming against your cervix and his hands dug into your hips as he grasped them tighter, his moans loud and long as his breathing grew heavier. You moaned his name repeatedly the words leaving your pretty little mouth like honey as he had your body moving so hard against his bed that he nearly had the bed moving beneath. You weren't expecting him to be so rough the first time you had sex together but his sexual desire for you had been so built up just like yours that he couldn't help but lose control. Your chest heaving as you moans and words came out almost inaudible from how crazy he was driving you into pure bliss. "A-Austin.. You're gonna me fucking cum!" you screamed between your moans. He smirked at your words and he grabbed your legs closing them around his cock as he held them against his chest and he plowed deeper, harder and faster and you cried out his name, literal tears leaving your eyes. He kissed lightly over your feet as he watched you convulse against his bed and feeling your body shaking against him.
Your orgasm was building so quick that you could feel the pain within your belly as it rose so fast to the surface and when he slammed against you one more time your orgasm came out loudly in droves as your body grew numb and your toes curled against his chest and your head buried against his bed as your cum made a complete mess on his cock and leaked out of you. He groaned louder than he had before. "Fuck!" he barked as he pulled his cock out of you his orgasm seconds away from hitting. "Get up and let me have that throat of yours again, baby." he growled. Your body felt so numb and wobbly but you managed to get back in position again and laying on your stomach and switching back over to the side he was standing at and opening your mouth for him and he shoved his cock into your mouth and forced you to swallow his cock down, tasting your sweet nectar on his cock and he whimpered so loud between his moan. "G-Good.. Girl.." he said between heavy breaths as his orgasm hit the moment you throated him and he emptied his balls in your mouth and you felt the thick warm liquid slide down your throat forcing you to swallow it all.
He slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth completely out of breath and you licked the rest of the cum that leaked out of him and then he moved to collapse on the bed right beside you. "Holy fuck.. You're amazing.." he chuckled tiredly. You smirked and got up to lay on top of him, brushing your fingertips against his chest and he leaned up to devour your lips in messy kiss. "It was worth the wait.." you hummed on his lips. "Certainly was.." he cooed. "So, uh.. Does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?" he asked shyly. You giggled softly as you continued to caress your fingers against his chest. "Well, since everyone in Hollywood is already whispering that I am.. I guess I will." you teased, pecking his lips. "Of course I will, it's all I've wanted.." you whispered. He pulled you into his tight embrace vowing to never let you go.
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Feyd Fantasy 4
Madness & Mayhem
Label Mature 18+
Summary
The Baron has fallen severely ill. Feyds older brother Rabban is flown in for a reunion of the Harkonnen men. With the role of leadership looking like it will transition to Feyd Rautha if the Baron dies the entire galaxy awaits in suspense.
Feyds main obsession is for you and your well being. Though he never outwardly shows it Feyd has a deep attachment to his unborn and goes out of his way to ensure you are both healthy and safe. Even if that means sacrificing his uncle the Baron to do so.
Starts Harkonnen brothers reunite Ends Deep rooted sexual depravity
🚨 Depraved Smut 🚨
coercion•manipulation •rough sex•Feyd in heat•passionate sex•forced lactation• multiple orgasms •simultaneous orgasms •cream pies•aftercare
🫦Smut consultant @burnthheparaphilia
⚔️ Feyd Fantasy Series ⚔️
Part 1•Part2•Part 3•Part 4•Part 5• Part 6•Part 7
⏳Extreme Dune Inaccuracies ⌛️
💝Softie approved (non-violent) there’s one swift kick
Part 5 Will be Series Finale 🙏🏻
⚔️ Multiple anonymous requests combined ⚔️
-Feyd obsessed with the pregnancy -Feyd protective/aggressive over pregnancy -Manipulating the Baroness into a sexual kink -Rough semi public sex -Love making passionate sex -Feyd is madly in love with the Baroness -Feyd Going insane over the Baroness’s milk. -Feyd Breastfeeding from the Baroness -Feyd calling the Baroness his bovine
*Feyd really needs milk ?? thank you for the requests ☺️🙏🏻
Madness & Mayhem
Feyd waits with twenty armed guards at the front of the fortress. An ornithopter swoops in and lands on the arrival pad creating strong gusts of wind.
Out of the craft steps Feyds towering older barbaric brother Rabban. A pale bald gargantuan figure of a man, he has deep set hunter eyes his face rests in a permanent scowl.
He is the tasked enforcer to secure the Barons empire. So animalistic and savage his given name is “the beast” due to his outbursts of uncontrollable rage.
He sees his stoic younger brother at the entrance of the fortress with his guards. Still the most handsome Harkonnen now dressed with a more regal flair than the plain black uniform he is accustomed to. Feyds confidence has increased tenfold Rabban can see the newfound look of determination blazing in his eyes.
They have been raised in competition from child hood. Feyd out performing Rabban at every single opportunity. It hurt him terribly when they were younger to always be cast aside for the more calculated and handsome Feyd Rautha. That was until he came to the realization it was Feyds destiny, it was his right. How else could someone be so perfect.
Feyd watches his older brother bounding down the gangway to greet him. Feyd feels a nagging of annoyance as he clasps his hands behind his back. He stands taller as his brother grows near.
Rabban has failed to secure the spice fields on Arrakis his entire campaign. The spice supply and profits have been decreasing at an alarming rate. The Baron was already preparing to have Feyd arrive on Arrakis and be the savior of the people after Rabbans tyrannical rule.
“ BROTHER!” Rabban yells excitedly. “My eyes are so pleased to see you even under these circumstances. Look how well you are dressed how was your birthday celebration!” Rabban asks gleefully.
Feyd begins to walk with his hands clasped behind his back. Rabban matches his pace “All went well brother, uncle allowed me a real warrior for my 100th kill unsheilded ,and I received the ancient stones of ascension” Feyd revels in sharing his achievements over his brother.
“Our uncle?“ Rabban laughs out loud “let his precious Feyd Rautha engage in unsheilded combat!” Rabbans laughter continues even louder and more tormenting. Until it ends swiftly with a kick to his ribs from Feyd. The hit causes a direct injury Rabban falls to the ground in pain.
Feyd stands over his older brother enjoying watching him gasp and struggle to breathe from the harsh blow. “For the embarrassment you have caused the Harkonnen name on Arrakis you should be kissing my feet not insulting me brother.” Feyd hisses. ”Now that I am set to be Baron” Feyd pauses and steps his foot next to his brothers head. “Kiss or Die” Feyd commands as he kneels over him.
Rabban hesitates to kiss Feyds boot. He is overcome with humiliation that his younger brother is superior to him in every way possible. Rabban does however feel the shame weighing on him of weakening yet another family legacy.
He reluctantly turns his head and kisses Feyds boot in reverence. “We are even now brother ” Feyd asserts standing tall. “Come let’s go see uncle” Feyd leads the way back into the fortress as Rabban follows clutching his ribs
Clever Boy
Feyd and Rabban stand on either side of the Barons bed in the medical wing. The healers have determined he does not have a contagious disease, but his body is heavily contaminated with toxins. They do a skin test but find no reaction from contact. The poison they fail to find has already metabolized in his system.
The Baron is attached to a breathing apparatus. An intravenous mechanism pumps opium to control the pain. His fat body looks even weightier on the normal size medical bed hovering in place. His fingers are decorated with opulent silver rings, the remnants of Feyds birthday celebration. His hands rest across his chest.
“What happened to him why does he look so …purple?” Rabban asks out of curiosity. “Strange disease perhaps” Feyd says casually.
“What if he was POISONED?!!” Rabban yells as he continues to unravel the mystery “It looks like the effects of the dried root plant from Arrakis, there is no mistaking that purple color!” His eyes widen in fear as he clutches his chest.
Feyds impressed his thick brother even narrowed it down to the right plant. “Who would poison our dear sweet beloved uncle? Feyd asks with a mocked concern. “Whoever it is I WILL KILL THEM!” Rabban yells and lifts a medical table tossing it across the room. It crashes into a wall contents scattering across the floor.
The guards rush in and check for the immediate danger only to see Rabban falling to his knees wailing as he clutches his head. Feyd signals them to leave.
Rabban drags on his knees to the bedside of his uncle and grabs his purple hued hand “UNCLE OH WHY !YOU ARE OUR ONLY FATHER YOU HAVE RAISED US TO—” his wailing is cut short by Feyd pulling him up gently by his shoulders “You mustn't touch him too long remember? Diseases?” Feyd says hastily.
Rabban snarls in disgust looking at his hands and runs to the room basin scrubbing them furiously. “Good boy” Feyd says with a grin as he approaches him. His brother may be a raging maniac but he doesn’t want to risk him dead.
Feyd checks the vials of decontaminants. “This one should work much better” Feyd says handing Rabban a solvent that neutralizes toxins. “Thank you brother” Rabban says looking to him graciously.
Rabban was Feyds only childhood companion. Feyd out smarted him ruthlessly at every turn to gain favor from his uncle. Whatever bond they had was broken once the Baron pitted them against each other for his favor.
Feyd noticed how his uncle always underestimated Rabban. Without the pressure of failure Rabban’s nerves would decrease and his rage would cool. He could work effectively, but under pressure Rabban would crack every time. If he could keep Rabban calm during stressful events he would be an unstoppable force.
After Rabban scrubs his hands. He suddenly drops to his knees in front of Feyd. “Feyd I pledge my life to your service you are the future Baron of Giedi prime. I will do everything in my power to serve your reign, I will die for you brother” he says almost in tears.
Feyd slaps the back of his bald brothers head “Get up I know, come meet my Baroness pregnant with my heir” he says hiding away his contentment.
As Feyd and Rabban leave the Baron stirs with a wheeze he was only pretending to sleep. The opium dulls his pain but not enough. He listens intently whenever he hears an important visitor will be arriving . He knows his death is imminent and he spies to confirm his suspicions and loyalties.
‘The cold calculated Feyd Rautha will inherit the throne after all just as I foretold’ the Baron thinks to himself pleased. He lets out a weak startled cough coming to a realization. ‘Ah the cleverness of the boy.’ He sighs. The Baron realizes exactly who poisoned him and why. He presses a button to alert his mentant .
Tumultuous Family
You are sitting in a spacious open viewing room overlooking the large center fortress courtyard. Resting in a chair you enjoy a new book from Feyd ‘The Barons of Giedi Prime.’
Feyd wraps his knuckle at the large open door and you look up from your book and smile. Feyd is standing with a much larger imposing man dressed in Harkonnen military armor. You recognize him from the meeting hall portrait.
As they approach you put your book down and stand to greet them “My brother Rabban this is my wife and Baroness” Feyd says eyeing you with pride. Rabban looks slack jawed.
You are a healthy beautifully shaped woman with radiant skin and full head of hair. Your eyes and confidence immediately intimidate him. He was expecting a pale bald tamed Giedi Prime woman he can not contain his shock.
“Baroness you are stunning. I had no idea my brother could have a wife as beautiful as you are. I pray to the ancient ways the future heir will inherit your striking resemblance. You are like sunshine brightening a gray sky, your beautiful body will grow a healthy child. I am honored you will bear a Harkonnen, you… “ Feyd firmly grabs Rabbans shoulder to stop his unfiltered ramblings about your looks.
“What he is trying to say is congratulations” Feyd interjects. Rabban is already lost in thought transfixed by the thought that you are pregnant with an unborn.
He stares at your abdomen then back to your eyes “May I touch?” he asks reaching to your womb in fascination. Before you can even utter a word Feyd yanks him back full force “You do not touch what is mine brother” he snaps angrily.
Rabban bows his head respectfully and Feyd coldly gestures him to leave. Rabban exits the room quietly and shuts the door behind him. The silence is deafening after the interaction.
Feyd goes to your reading table and pours himself a water to drink. He sits and you join him. After a few moments of silence he formulates a way of giving you a piece of what you’ve been yearning for. His tumultuous family history.
“My older brother Rabban though vastly different from me is in fact related to me by blood.” He says with a contemplative smirk. “He was so unfit as a son my parents hastily sought to have another” you almost question his statement as vanity until you see he’s serious.
You decide to pry now that he has opened the conversation to his parents. Especially being tormented about his mothers death being matricide. “So you were your mother’s favorite?” you ask gently.
“My mother didn’t have a favorite, she didnt love any of us. She did as she was told. She was a Bene Gesserit” your stomach pulls in apprehension at his cruel inflection of the word.
“Rabban came out ….differently , obviously not the superior son they were expecting. After him there were several failed pregnancies. My father began having my mother pumped full of hormonal drugs. One cluster of drugged cells finally developed into a fertile embryo… and here I am” he sets his empty cup down tracing his finger around the rim to distract himself from his own painful admission.
Realizing his mother was a Bene Gesserit entails Feyd was rarely nurtured or loved. As a Bene Gesserit you do not attach to your child in love because it is considered to detract from the order. You are a vessel that serves a greater purpose and may need to lie or even harm your child to lead it to the path that aligns with the order.
Feyd slumps down in his chair and folds his hands. You see his deadened eyes lost in the complexities of a traumatic memory. You come and sit on his lap. He allows you space and you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his head. He reaches around your waist clinging to you as he still stares off into the space of the courtyard.
You press a kiss onto his forehead transferring feelings of love into his mind as you caress your fingers at his temple. He relaxes instantly closing his eyes and resting against your bosom. He feels safe as he presses his cheek along your breasts loving the comfort and warmth.
The way you nurture him so lovingly always causes maddening thoughts to form in his mind. He doesn’t understand why he must corrupt something so good but he has already set in motion a way to satisfy his newfound dark desire. “Come let’s prepare for dinner with my brother. I will need him as an ally in the coming days” he says trying to shift his mind back to rational thought. He helps you to stand from his lap and you both leave to his chamber.
Liquid Lactation
Unbeknownst to you Feyd has been invested in the health of you and his unborn to an obsessive degree from the start. He assigned a Doulah who confirmed you were implanted with his unborn.
At the verification he immediately coerced her to be a spy for him without any limit to your privacy. She is loyal to her leader and reports all details to him without reservation. He was informed the unborn is smaller than expected but healthy. However the pregnancy was draining vast amounts of iron and minerals from your blood.
He immediately had the meal consultant switch your sustenance to iron rich and enhanced with trace minerals for your consumption. You are completely unaware but he notices you are not tired as often and your energy has returned.
Feyds newest dark desire is at the forefront of his mind each time you hug him or press your warm breasts against his face. He wants to drink milk from you. He withholds his small sounds of pleasure when he clings to you and your breasts press against his face. He wants nothing more than to escape into ecstasy with your warm milk spilling down his throat.
When he divulges his sick obsession to the doulah she only wants to accommodate him. She believes the underlying cause is severe maternal neglect. Maybe the maternal affection will heal him in some way.
When she informs him your milk will not be ready until the final month Feyd conveys he does not want to interfere with his unborns supply he wants to create his own for a short time.
She readily comes up with a solution to appease her Na Baron. She is able to track down a water soluable substance that will force your lactation for up to six hours.
It is used for bovines when the milk harvest decreases on Giedi Prime due to toxic conditions.
It will be completely safe for a pregnant human female at the correct dosage. He readily accepts the translucent liquid studying its contents in the vial with a grin of satisfaction on his face. A new emotions over takes his body that he can’t describe. He thinks it is joy.
Just The One
As you get dressed for dinner in the basin room he unclocks a secret compartment in his kink cabinet. He retrieves the hidden vial and slips it into his pocket. He plans to secretly drug you into lactation tonight and have his fill of milk.
Once you emerge fully dressed his eyes fall to seduction. You’ve worn your hair up and have on a dark crimson red gown with sleeves that rest at your shoulders. The gown is low cut and snatched to your curves. “My Baroness” he says alluringly caressing you all over the shimmering fabric.
He trails his fingers along your covered breasts leaning in and placing a heated kiss on your collar bone. The ornate necklace you wore to cover your love marks is quickly snatched from your neck by Feyd.
He sucks onto your skin forming even more bruises where he finds space. He steps back to admire you trailing his thumb along the marks that make a collar. He smiles in satisfaction taking your hand and leading you to dinner.
As you enter the dining hall it is a quiet affair just you Feyd and Rabban at the expansive dining table. The Lord in waiting and advisors are in a frenzy completing the decrees and changes necessary to instate Feyd as the new Baron while his uncle lays dying.
Feyd sits at the head with you to his left and his brother to his right. The food arrives and is placed in front of each of you. You look at down at your plate to see your third serving of seared bovine meat with root vegetables of the day. You begin eating the vegetables first.
Feyd slips the lactation liquid into your drink with inherent skill. It goes unnoticed by all. He slides the vial in his sleeve and continues reaching for your knife cutting up your meat for you.
As you innocently take a sip from your glass Feyd wickedly smirks, his eyes glinting with delight. Realizing his ‘bovine Baroness‘ will be producing milk for him tonight hardens his cock. He palms himself under the table at the mere thought.
During the dinner Feyds attentions are focused entirely on you. His brother Rabban eats and rambles about the subservient ‘rats’ on Arrakis that he hunts and kills daily to protect the spice harvesters and the ever elusive rat leader Muad'Dib.
Feyd watches you finally empty your glass and hums to himself with a naughty smirk. He slips the empty vial from his sleeve placing it hidden under the ledge of his plate. You look over at him and smile your brows raise in curiosity due to his mischievous mood for the evening.
Rabban continues rambling and changes the topic one more time to himself before finally asking:
“How many children do you plan to have with my brother Baroness? How many nieces and nephews will I see running through the Harkonnen halls “ he smiles to you as he takes a bite and chews his dinner awaiting your numbered response.
Feyd finally pays attention.
You look up surprised and completely caught off guard by the question. You have not been initiated by the Bene Gesserit to have more than one. With the specialty of this child you realize all of your focus and energy will go into instructing the child in the ways on your own.
Once an adolescent the child will be warded by the Reverend Mother who will advance the inherited skills of the genetically supreme child to surpass all of the Bene Gesserits.
Feyd knows none of these limitations.
“I would like to focus all of my attention and energy on just the one” you answer honestly.
You glance over to confirm with Feyd and instead see defeat in his eyes.
It would give him no greater joy than to have several children with you. Growing up with only one tyrannical brother he wished he had other siblings.
Finding out you only want one is even more difficult for him to accept. It awakens the barbarian in his blood. He will get you pregnant as many times as possible. He smirks to himself how could you even deny him when he’s pinning you down thrusting you full of his seed.
Once the meal is completed and the table is cleared you bid farewell to Rabban. After walking only a few paces from the dining hall Feyds desires overtake him and he can not contain his sexual urges on the long walk to his chamber.
He pulls you into an empty darkened state room. It is reserved for hosting large banquets. Six stone pillars support the large atrium in the enormous space He pushes you against the nearest pillar kissing you hard as he unbuckles his pants and steps out of them.
He bunches your dress up to your hips as his fingers reach between your legs finding your panties and pulling them to the side. He presses his chest against you and pushes his fingers into your mouth. His panting grows heavier as he collects your saliva and pushes it into you folds.
Before you can even think he thrusts himself inside of you . He sheaths himself all the way to the hilt. You cling to him and moan into his ear as he lifts your legs around him and presses his hips between yours.
He holds your body up with his and begins fucking you against the pillar. You are moaning as he continues to rail you against the beam. He stares at your neck and sucks more bruises, the pain almost unbearable from his double markings on your tender neck.
You are overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts wracking through your body. You almost beg for mercy until your clit begins to throb as your nipples harden against your gown. You become so wet as he continues passionately thrusting it begins to feel pleasurable. He stares into your eyes conveying his wild unyielding love for you.
You love him too. You panic at the overwhelming intrusion of the thought and try to change your mind. You close your eyes to enjoy the carnal pleasure instead. His voice regains your attention “ look at me”’ he commands.
You open your eyes, as you do he presses his chest to yours and thrusts his cock its deepest inside of you throbbing your core. You cry out from the sensation of him fully sheathed inside of you. His eyes gaze unto yours full of his undying love for you.
It sends a chill all over your body. You become so aroused you wrap your arms around his neck and cling onto him, your face is pressed to his shoulder. He re-grips higher under your thighs and plows his cock into you against the pillar. Your moans in unison fill and echo throughout the giant space.
As you orgasm he cums with you. Your walls milk his cock as he spills his seed. His grunts against your neck soften as his thrusts grow weaker. He stays stilled inside of you panting and looking back into your eyes uncertain if he should describe to you what he’s feeling.
He removes his cock as he settle you to the ground. As you both redress he speaks up “I will want more than one child with you.” He asserts.
It makes you go mute you know the order may never approve of this and you turn away from him not knowing what to say.
“Why do you mock me with your silence woman?“ he says with concern. “Because we have not even had the first” you admit “Then I want seven” he says pulling you closer, holding the back of your neck.
He places his hand over your heart “You will be a good mother” he says tenderly looking into your eyes “How do you know if someone will be a good mother” you ask naively.
You look and see the anguish you’ve caused to form on his face remembering his childhood. You quickly shush him pulling him closer wrapping your arms around him. You caress his back as he works through his pain.
After a moment of silence you try and cheer him up “Maybe you can tell I will be a good mother because of the way your uncle hates me so” you say sweetly. Feyd grins menacingly “he will will learn to accept you …or he will die.”
Bovine Baroness
As you study your body in the mirror, you notice your breasts have doubled in size. You turn to the side cupping them to be sure. Your pregnancy hasn’t even begun to show.
With confusion on your face you cover in Feyds black robe tying the waist as you return to him in his chamber. He is sitting up in bed waiting for you. As you settle next to him he peeks over at your enlarged breasts and maddeningly craves for them.
He pats his lap and you come to him. He easily pulls you to straddle him. He sees the concerned look on your face “What worries you?” he asks. He can already guess as he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.
You just bring his hands to cup your prominent chest. His entire body caves in as he smiles lustfully without giving away his intentions. The pill is taking effect and he’s going to milk you dry.
He slowly parts open your robe exposing your full breasts. His cock hardens beneath you from the sight. He tries to contain his heavy breathing.
He slowly cups your swollen breasts in his hands “There is milk inside” He says breathlessly feeling how they’ve grown heavier. “But it’s too soon“ you confess. “Well go see your Doulah in the morning” he says absentmindedly.
You see his breathing increasing even more, his eyes transfixed on your chest. He purposely kneads your soft full breasts in his hands. He pulls you closer and presses his face into each one softly caressing his cheek against them. The scorching heat of your skin warms his face. His length hardens solid
“Disrobe for me” he commands. He is near salivating wanting to drink from you.
You rise into a kneel and pull your robe from your shoulders. He grips the sheet on his lap bringing it down and releasing his firm standing cock. It slaps against his abs before settling straight.
He grabs your waist and pulls you close until your entrance is hovering directly above his cock. With your breasts in his face he squeezes them together in his hands “such a good mommy look at all this milk” he says softly peering up at you.
You feel so aroused by him and yet confused why your body is creating milk at this time. Your core aches for him. You watch as he opens his wanting mouth and sucks your nipple inside.
Your walls clench involuntarily as shocks of pleasure run down your spine. Your breasts are so full they tingle as your nipple hardens in his mouth. It sends chills all over your body as his warm mouth sucks you so gently. You feel his teeth graze onto the tender flesh making you softly moan.
He releases one and goes to the other sucking it in his mouth and tenderly biting down on the bud. “Feyd it feels so good“ is all you can say. “I haven’t even started yet” he says peeking up at you through his lashes with a smirk played on his lips.
He places your hands where his neck meets his broad shoulders. He begins squeezing and kneading your breasts a second time. He sucks them hard until your nipples are so taught they feel like they will burst.
All of his sucks and licks send shocks directly to your core. Your folds are soaked for him. He places his hands on your hips and pulls you down slowly penetrating you onto his large cock. He’s harder than ever as he pierces through your walls. Once you settle on the base you gasp and hold tighter to the back of his neck.
He leans in and presses his lips to your throat placing small kisses across the front. He grips your thighs and guides you with his hands making you move filled with his cock. He stretches you open rocking you back and forth on his lap as you sweetly moan.
He places his hands under your thighs lifting you slightly before settling you back down on his length in a rhythm. Your walls throb each time you settle on the base of his cock. Your core pulls tighter as you give into him lost in pleasure.
He parts his legs wider and slowly pushes his cock up inside of you as you settle down on him. You moan out his name as your mind goes fuzzy. You tilt your head back in satisfaction as you form a new rhythm working into each other until you both start panting.
As you grind slowly onto each other you let out sounds of pleasure in tandem. He watches your face in ecstasy as you make love to him. You moan in the air louder when he thrusts into you slightly harder. The smacks of his skin to yours growing louder with his increased stamina.
Your tits begin to leak due to your arousal and you look down stunned. He stops his thrusts as warm droplets pitter off your nipples onto his abs and into his lap. You are making a mess all over him you try to get up but Feyd holds your hips down firmly.
A shiver runs down your spine seeing the psychotic look in his eyes. This is what his depraved mind has been waiting for, his pupils slowly expand to black.
He goes insane and lunges his mouth onto your breast latching to your nipple. He cups your breast and whimpers as he sucks and his mouth begins filling with your warm milk.
He think he is dreaming as soft whines emit from his throat. He takes swallow after swallow wetly sucking milk out of you. Feyd releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop and tilts his head back gasping.
A deep guttural moan emits from his throat as his cock twitches inside of you. He tilts his head up hungry for more and grabs your other nipple pulling it into his mouth. He makes pathetic whimpering moans as he suckles from you. He begins to powerfully fuck you thrusting his cock up inside if you as he nurses. He wants to suck you dry as he refills you with his cum.
His sucking becomes sloppier as he thrusts into you with wild abandon. He isn’t focused on anything his cock and mouth are being too satisfied at the same time.
Your clit swells and throbs as you become so wet you are soaking his lap. You let out moans he sucks and fucks into you. He switches and latches on your other nipple again.
His teeth are tugging on you as he nurses. He’s becoming violent sucking your nipple harder and wanting more. You cradle the back of his head to calm him and he lets out a sickly little moan. You slowly rock back and forth on his cock with his thrusts “Feyd I’m going to cum” you cry out.
He swallows his last mouthful completely draining your breasts of milk. His body trembles and tenses as he lets out a range of deep moans. You cradle his head to your chest as his cock ejaculates inside of you. You orgasm sliding up and down on him milking his cock hard. He clings to you with his eyes shut tight as you ride through your orgasms together.
You slow to a still in his lap both of you panting heavily. His body twitch’s and you caress your hand on the parts of him that spasm involuntarily. He had a mental overload of emotions. You look into his dazed out eyes down to the milk that still covers his chin and his chest. You want to clean him.
You carefully slide him out of you and climb off of his lap. He lays down wearily he can hardly keep his eyes open he reaches his hand for you and trails his thumb down your jaw “my bovine baroness” he says with a milk drunk smile. You smile back at him and stroke his temple.
You leave his side to collect a cloth. When you return he is laying peacefully asleep. You clean him of all or your milk dabbing his mouth and his chin softly. His face is so soft and angelic lips curved in a smile eyes shifting in a dream.
You pat the cloth down his abs and cock. Once he is clean you climb into bed behind him and place your arm over his ribs pulling him against you cuddling your face to his back. You quickly fall into a deep sleep.
Long Live the Baron
Feyd awakens from a nightmare he sits up in bed in the dark breathing heavily in a light sheen of sweat. It wasn’t the usual sex dream of you. In this nightmare you were screaming being taken away from him by force.
He quickly reaches and checks you are by his side. Feeling your soft warm skin under his hand he lays and presses a kiss to your neck. He loves you with a newfound ferocity after drinking from you. He pulls you closer to him and rests with his head at the back of yours inhaling your scent trailing his fingers through your hair. His heart rate returns to normal with you in his arms and he rests his eyes.
There is a sudden sharp knock at the door making Feyd sit up. He doesn’t answer he waits for his Page to intercept. Once his Page collects the message he speaks through the door knowing Feyd is a light sleeper and will already be awake. “m’Lord It is your uncle you must come to his chamber at once” his page relays.
Feyd gets dressed in his traditional Harkonnen attire. A plain black uniform with chest pockets and a high collar. He knows the outcome of this urgent request. He kneels next to you sleeping, and plants a kiss on your temple. He places his hand on your womb to his unborn. This is the moment he has waited his entire life for he leaves his chambers heart racing with adrenaline.
He is brought to the Barons main chamber and enters a somber scene. All twelve of the Barons advisors and his Mentat with their heads low surrounding the bed of the clearly deceased Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. He is dressed in traditional black attire clutching the Harkonnen crest at his chest. Feyds brother Rabban is trying to remain stoic but every so often his sniffling can be heard.
Feyds newly appointed Lord in waiting makes the announcement “Siridar Vladimir Harkonnen is dead, long live the Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen“
“LONG LIVE BARON FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN!” They all chant bowing in reverence to Feyd.
His breathing increases as his eyes dance wildly. He glances around the room at all the advisors and his brother bowing to him. Seeing his uncles dead lifeless corpse in the back ground he feels the elation rising in his chest. This is real, his honor fulfilled he is now the reigning Baron of Geidi Prime. He has a maniacal look in his eyes as the corner of his mouth twitches into a smile.
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Feyd Fantasy Part 5 Endless Empire (Series Finale💜) Plot =Baron Feyd | Feyd Supremacy | Harkonnen Heir
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babysitting | austin butler one shot
pairing: austin x fem!reader
rating: g, fluff
word count: 623
summary: you & austin are babysitting for your friend ashley tisdale. while you’re babysitting, you have a little surprise for austin.
warnings: talk of pregnancy
cross posted on wattpad
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You & your husband, Austin, are over at your friend, Ashley Tisdale's house, to spend the weekend there watching over baby Jupiter as Ashley & her husband, Chris, go away on a little anniversary trip.
"Bye, baby girl! Momma loves you!" Ashley says to Jupiter as you hold her. "Thank you guys again. We really appreciate it."
"It's no problem! Anytime." you say to her.
"I gave you the rundown right? Of everything?"
"Yes, & you left instructions for things. We'll be good."
"Okay. I guess we'll see you Sunday night when we get back."
"Alright, you two have fun."
"Thank you!"
And with that, Ashley & Chris headed it for their romantic weekend getaway.
"What's that smell?" Austin asks.
"Um, seems like miss Jupiter went number two. Wanna change her?"
"Not especially."
"Have you ever changed a diaper?"
"Uhhh, I don't think so."
"Well, it's time for you to learn! I mean, you'll have to learn eventually anyways."
"Very true." he smiles at me, knowing of our future plans to have our own family someday. "You've done it before?"
"Yeah, plenty of times. I used to babysit a lot as a teen."
"Alright, so how is this done?"
"Okay, so. You start by laying her down somewhere. Usually on a changing table, sometimes I'll do it on the floor or on a couch. Some parents, like Ashley & Chris, have a little set up in the kitchen on a part of their counter for easy access. So, we'll lay her down here, and then take off her bottoms. If she was in a onesie, then we'd have to take the whole thing off."
"That sounds like a pain in the ass."
"Yeah, it can be." you giggle. "So, once her bottoms are off, we undo the little tabs on the sides of the diaper, then pull the front down."
"Okay, then what?" Austin asks, waving his hand, trying to get rid of the smell.
"Lift up the legs, wipe her down, put the wipe in the diaper, wrap that up, and toss it. Then you'll open up a clean one, lift her legs back up, put the clean one underneath, then bring the front of it up and secure tabs."
"And that's it?"
"Yep, that's it! Then of course, you put her bottoms back on."
You picked Jupiter up and gave her kisses on the cheek. Austin smiles at the sight.
"You know, you're gonna be a great mom someday." he says to you.
"You really think so?"
"Yeah. The way you are with babies, and just kids in general, you're already so nurturing & motherly."
"Thank you, baby. I can't wait to have our own someday."
"I can't wait either. Why don't we try and make one later?"
"As much as that sounds like fun, um, baby I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"What if I told you I'm already pregnant?"
"W-Wait, are you?!"
You giggle at his excitement, "Yeah, I am."
"Oh my god, baby! This is great! I'm so excited. How far along are you?"
"Just a few weeks. Just been waiting for the right time to tell you."
"I cant believe we're going to start our own little family." he says, looking into your eyes, very lovingly.
"I can't believe it either."
Austin goes in for a kiss, so you get on your tippy toes to reach.
"I love you so much, y/n."
"I love you too, more than anything."
You both went into the living room & played with Jupiter until it was her nap time.
Of course, you had a to snap a picture of Austin playing with her & send it to Ashley, with a text that read, "Jup loves her Uncle Austin ❤️"
Ashley texted back with, "Awww 🥹 my heart ❤️"
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Veil of Deception (I)
SYNOPSIS: In a world where political alliances are forged in blood and treachery lurks around every corner, you find yourself thrust into marriage with Feyd-Rautha, the enigmatic scion of House Harkonnen. Born to be his perfect mate, you grapple with the terrifying prospect of becoming entangled with a man known for his brutality, obsession, and madness.
As your union unfolds, you navigate a landscape of deception and dark desires, struggling to find your footing in a marriage fraught with danger and uncertainty. Caught between duty and defiance, summon your strength and resilience to survive in a world where loyalty is a luxury and love is a dangerous game.
WARNINGS (R18+): mildly dub-con, smut, first time, weapons kink, mentions of violence, manipulations, genetic breeding, power play
Word Count: 3.5k
PART 2
Below the towering spires of obsidian and steel, against a backdrop of opulent extravagance that flaunted wealth and power, a tension hung heavy, pregnant with the promise of destiny.
As Lady Atreides, sole daughter of Leto Atreides, you stood poised on the precipice of a meeting that would shape the course of your future. Your heart seized with nerves as you awaited the arrival of your betrothed.
Since your 15th name day, you had known of your engagement to the na-Baron. It was an inescapable fate predetermined by the Bene Geserrit. Your mother, Lady Jessica, had gone against them by giving birth to Paul, a male heir for Leto. Two years later, she gave birth to you – a gift of compromise for both sides. In return, Lady Jessica and Leto achieved the familial harmony they wanted, through the sacrifice of their daughter.
Every year, the Harkonnens requested your portrait to be sent along with a lock of hair. In exchange, they sent House Atreides jewels, gold, silks, and spice; disguised bribes for the upkeep of such a fine lady. They had only sent a portrait of Feyd-Rautha once. It was taken during his coming-of-age ceremony, a lean young man dressed in black fighting leathers. You stared often at the picture, looking to find some clue that could reveal his character. His demeanor was unnaturally cold and collected, yet his dark eyes barely concealed a burning rage. You wondered if Feyd-Rautha poured over you pictures as you did his.
Years passed and the engagement felt more like a false formality than reality. Unlike other noble families, you never exchanged letters with Feyd-Rautha or even met as a courtesy. Having completed your Bene Geserrit training under your mother, you learned that such things did not matter when it came to pairings arranged by the Reverand Mother. You caught whispers of conversation between your mother and her Bene Geserrit sisters. There would be no chance of failure, this union would be perfect. You were genetically engineered to be his absolute mate. Attraction and physical compatibility was assured. Everything about you was designed to lure him in – your scent, your voice, your everything was to be his undoing from the moment he would lay eyes on you.
Yet the thought gave you no confidence as you stood here now in Giedi Prime. Sexual attraction differed greatly from love, he didn’t need emotions to breed you. Feyd-Rautha, the enigmatic scion of House Harkonnen, was a man followed by countless stories of brutality and wickedness. You heard that he laughed when Reverand Mother subjected him to the Gom Jabbar. He didn’t endure pain, he reveled in it.
Your palms grew clammy, breath becoming increasingly shallow as you pondered the dark fate that awaited you in the form of this formidable man. Would Feyd-Rautha be the embodiment of all the whispered sin that had reached your ears, or would he prove to be an enigma beyond your wildest imaginings? With each passing moment, the anticipation mounted, weaving a delicate web of uncertainty around your heart as your braced yourself to meet the man who held your destiny in his hands.
The grand doors of the chamber swung open with a regal flourish, your heart quickened its pace, echoing the rhythm of anticipation that thrummed through the air. Through the gray haze of incense, you beheld Feyd-Rautha, a vision of masculinity and charisma, whose presence seemed to command the very essence of the room. His eyes met yours across the expanse of the chamber, a charged moment filled with unspoken tension, as if the universe itself held its breath in anticipation of this meeting.
You were ensnared in a tempest of conflicting emotions, thoughts swirling like sand caught in a desert storm. You questioned your own composure, wondering if you could maintain the facade of confidence expected of a lady of House Atreides in the presence of the young Harkonnen and the terrifying Baron. Feyd-Rautha may be your future husband, but he was not required to provide you a good nor happy life. After all, why would he? You were the daughter of his family’s sworn enemy. He may have been bound in marriage to you by centuries of bloodline manipulation, but he maintained a free will.
Would his words falter, betraying the tumult and hatred raging within him? Or would he summon the grace and poise befitting his station, masking the turmoil that churned beneath the surface? Your apprehension mounted, a symphony of doubt and fear playing out in the recesses of your mind. Yet, amidst the chaos of your thoughts, a glimmer of determination flickered like a distant star on the horizon, urging you forward into the unknown with a quiet resolve born of necessity.
For in the labyrinthine dance of politics and power that defined their world, you knew that you could ill afford to falter now. With a steadying breath, you squared your shoulders and prepared to face your destiny, whatever form it may take in the guise of a madman husband.
Feyd-Rautha, with an air of effortless confidence, strode forward, his gaze a smoldering ember that ignited a spark within your soul. In that fleeting moment, as your paths converged amidst the darkness and mist of the surroundings, you felt a surge of something unfamiliar yet undeniable—an electric current that crackled between your bodies, binding your fates together inextricably.
Words eluded you as you struggled to articulate the wave of emotions that threatened to consume you. Yet, in the silence that stretched between you two, you found solace in the understanding that this meeting was but the first step on a journey fraught with uncertainty and possibility. He bowed without taking his eyes off you. In greeting, you extended a gloved hand, Feyd-Rautha grasped it with a firm sense of resolve. You knew that your lives were now intertwined in ways neither could fully comprehend nor stop.
And in that moment, amidst the hazy dream of your shared future, you glimpsed the faintest flicker of something akin to desire dance across his eyes. You noticed a dilation of his pupils as he laid a kiss on the back of your hand. Then, his grasp of you tightened and tightened. Your face contorted in pain as a crooked smirk appeared on his features.
In the dim light of the chamber, your eyes traced the contours of his cheekbones and the fullness of his lips, searching for traces of the young man you once memorized in a portrait. Yet, try as you might, only a beast stood before you in the guise of a gentleman. When he stood at his full height with his darkened leer, you held yourself back from cowering. His gaze was vicious, his smile vulgar with blackened teeth, and he exuded an air of savagery.
“How delightful it is to finally meet you, Lady Atreides.”
His deep, raspy voice caught you off guard. What a performer he could be! Long gone was the ethereal allure he displayed when first entering the room, now you could see him for what he was.
“Likewise, my Lord Feyd-Rautha.”
Uncertainty lingered like a specter in the room, casting a pall over the impending union that would bind you with him. You let your gaze lower onto the floor as your parents approached to talk with the Baron and na-Baron.
You could feel his intense gaze burning through your body even as you moved away to be with your brother. Could his eyes pierce through your facade, unraveling the intricacies of your soul like fine thread? Such questions gnawed at the edges of your consciousness, casting shadows on your will to remain strong.
As the evening progressed, the tension in the air thickened like a fog, suffocating any semblance of ease. Seated at the long banquet table surrounded by your family, the Harkonnens, and noble guests, you found yourself ensnared in a delicate dance of propriety and peril.
Across from you, Feyd-Rautha lounged in his seat, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he watched you with unabashed fascination. His demeanor was that of a predator toying with its prey, his every movement calculated to instill a sense of discomfort. Your family would leave to Arrakis after the wedding festivities, then you would be truly left alone with him. The precariousness of your position tugged at your heart.
As the meal commenced, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, punctuated by the clinking of silverware and the strained chatter of polite conversation. You forced yourself to engage in small talk with those seated around you, your words measured and careful, lest you betray the fear that coiled like a serpent in the pit of your stomach.
Despite your best efforts to maintain a facade of composure, you couldn't shake the feeling of being scrutinized by those dark, probing eyes. It was as if Feyd-Rautha could see straight through you, peeling away the layers of pretense to expose your most secret vulnerabilities. You found yourself growing increasingly unsettled. You longed to escape, to retreat to the safety of your chambers and away from the suffocating presence of the Harkonnen heir.
But you knew that there would be no reprieve, no sanctuary from the darkness that had descended upon your life like a shadow. For tonight, and every night thereafter, you were bound to him by the cruel machinations of fate, condemned to walk a path fraught with danger and uncertainty. And as you raised your glass to Feyd-Rautha’s toast to your impending union, you couldn't help but wonder what horrors awaited you.
“To the most beautiful bride in the world, I will certainly savor tomorrow’s…memories.”
The men at the table chuckled darkly while your father’s and brother’s jaws clenched. You lay your delicate hand over theirs, do not mourn me. If I am to die, I shall do so with honor.
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As your mother lowered your veil, you noticed tears forming in her eyes. You never thought you’d live to see the day the impenetrable Lady Jessica shed tears for you. I must really be walking into my death, you thought.
You looked at your reflection in the mirror. There were no words to describe the vision you saw. Crafted from the finest silk and satin, your wedding gown exuded an air of majestic elegance with flowing skirts cascading like waves of moonlight around your figure.
The bodice, adorned with intricate beadwork and delicate lace, hugged your curves with a tailored precision, accentuating a slender waist and graceful neckline. A row of tiny diamonds trailed down your body, gleaming against the smooth expanse of your back. While the front of the dress was conservative, your back was tastefully exposed through a combination of sheer silk, diamonds and pearls.
Your hair was pinned neatly into a bun with a delicate braid on each side. The veil was gauzy, making your face seem like a daydream. The ivory fabric of your dress pooled at your feet in a sea of frothy tulle and satin, forming a train that trailed behind you like a regal cloak. The wedding dress was embroidered with delicate motifs of growing vines, mountains and ocean waves – a reminder of Caladan.
At your collar, a border of intricate lacework added a touch of timeless elegance, its patterns catching the light in a dazzling display of shimmering beauty. With every movement, the gown seemed to whisper tales of romance and splendor, a clear hope to the love and devotion the seamstress had prayed you’d find. You choked down a sob.
You’ve made me an angel for him to ruin.
The wedding hall was adorned with such grandeur, you’d expect the emperor’s daughter was getting married instead. The flickering silver torches cast dancing shadows upon the ebony stone walls. As guests gathered in hushed reverence, the air crackled with anticipation, as if the very walls themselves whispered of your impeding damnation.
At the front of the hall, beneath a canopy of arched black silk, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen stood, an imposing figure in his ceremonial garb. His porcelain skin was stark against the darkness of his clothes as he awaited his bride.
You approached with measured steps, hardening your grip on your father’s arm. Your eyes must’ve betrayed your fear and resignation because you could see Feyd-Rautha biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a laugh.
As you reached the altar, his lips curled into a predatory smile, his voice dripping with malice as he spoke the vows that bound you together in unholy matrimony. The words echoed through the hall like a curse, sealing your fate alongside his.
As you exchanged rings, a union forged in the fires of despair, you vowed that though your body may be bound to Feyd-Rautha, your spirit would remain forever free.
Standing before him, you felt the weight of his gaze like chains around your soul.
With a solemn nod from the officiant, you and Feyd-Rautha were instructed to seal your union with a kiss. He removed your veil, his eyes lingering on your face. As his lips met yours, a shiver ran down your spine.
The kiss was surprisingly gentle, but devoid of love. You gasped when his tongue entered your mouth. It was a macabre dance of dominance and submission, a twisted mockery of affection that left a bitter taste upon your lips. You try to push him away, but he holds your hands firm against his chest. The Harkonnens roar with applause and laughter. As you pulled away, a sense of profound emptiness washed over you, a hollow echo of the dreams and desires that had once burned within your heart.
The rest of the wedding banquet was a blur. As you were led to the high table by Feyd-Rautha's side, you couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped, ensnared in a web of malevolence. The guests, mostly Harkonnen allies, noble families, and sycophants, feigned smiles and exchanged whispers, their eyes gleaming with a perverse curiosity at the spectacle of your union.
The feast itself was a decadent display of excess, with platters of exotic delicacies and goblets overflowing with rich wines. But the opulence only served to accentuate the suffocating atmosphere, as the room was closing in on you with each additional piece of ornate furniture.
Feyd-Rautha, ever the consummate host, played his part with calculated charm, his laughter ringing hollow in your ears as he regaled the guests with tales of conquest and murder. You watched him from across the table, his features twisted in a mask of false benevolence, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of revulsion mingled with a sliver of pity. He, too, was playing a part – ever the performer.
Throughout the banquet, you were subjected to the leering gazes and whispered innuendos of the Harkonnen cronies, their crude remarks slicing through the thin veneer of civility like daggers. But you held your composure, steeling yourself against their taunts and jeers, refusing to let them see the cracks in your mask.
As the night wore on and the wine flowed freely, the mood grew increasingly raucous, the revelry descending into a frenzied ecstasy. You found yourself adrift in a sea of faces, each one a grotesque caricature of humanity, their laughter and applause a cruel mockery of your predicament.
And amidst the chaos and debauchery, you couldn't help but wonder what was in store for you, chained to a man whose heart was as black as midnight. As you absentmindedly finished your last sip of wine, Feyd-Rautha stood suddenly, his chair loudly rattling against the granite floors. A chilling silence descended upon the hall.
He extended a hand towards you and you immediately understood his intentions. You departed the hall, hand-in-hand as men watched with envy and women stared with pity. You couldn’t bear to look at the faces of your family, afraid that you might beg them to take you home.
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As you left the banquet hall with Feyd-Rautha, a heavy sense of foreboding settled over you. The echoes of the evening's macabre festivities lingered in your mind, each laughter, each lewd jest, a reminder of the gilded cage in which you now found yourself imprisoned.
You walked beside Feyd-Rautha, his grip firm upon your hand, guiding you through the labyrinthine corridors of the Harkonnen estate. There was an eerie stillness in the air. With each step, you felt the weight of your predicament pressing down upon you, the reality of your situation sinking in like a cold, unyielding truth.
You stole a glance at Feyd-Rautha, his expression unreadable in the dim light. Occasionally fireworks would alight by the window, allowing you to see his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger that made you look away immediately.
As you walked in silence, your mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and emotions, a storm raging within you. You couldn't help but wonder what awaited in the bedchamber. You weren’t ignorant to the act of consummating a marriage, but your husband was no ordinary man. What horrors lay in store for a woman bound to a man as cruel and cunning as Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen… what would satisfy a man like him? But amidst the fear and uncertainty, a flicker of desire burned within you, a stubborn resolve to claim him as much as he claims you.
He led you into a large room with double doors. Compared to the gaudy decorations of the wedding hall, this room was relatively simple: a chamber of dark elegance and understated grandeur. There were only the bare necessities required of a bedroom, but each piece had been impeccably handmade with the most exquisite of materials. At its center, a massive four-poster bed stands as the focal point, its frame crafted from polished ebony wood, intricately carved with motifs of serpents and ivy. Perfectly sized above the bed, stretching over the ceiling was pure reflective glass. You swallowed thickly, this man had no shame.
A grand chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling, its crystals casting prismatic rays of light across the room, illuminating the space with a haunting allure.
The walls are lined with dark, navy paneling, adorned sparingly with antique tapestries depicting scenes of forgotten battles and dangerously sharpened weapons. A sleek, black writing desk sits nearby, stacked with books on war strategies and adorned with quill and parchment.
A sense of regal simplicity pervades the space, each element carefully curated to its master. This is a sanctuary of solitude, where one can retreat from the heaviness of the Harkonnen world and immerse themselves in the embrace of peace.
Busy admiring the room, you didn’t notice Feyd-Rautha locking the doors behind you. You tensed when you suddenly felt the coldness of a blade against your back. With one precise slice, he cut your wedding dress open leading all the decorative pearls to fall to the ground. Your hands instinctively went to cover yourself, but his newfound grip on your wrists was even faster.
“You are mine now, pet.” His hands slowly guided yours down as he ripped away the rest of your dress. “Do not resist me, I want to see you in all your beauty.”
Your face flushed as you looked away from him. You knew objecting to his wish was futile, perhaps if you appeased him then he’d be gentler. You learned this was a useless thought the moment you saw his expression – raw, animalistic hunger chipped away at the edges of his sanity. His pupils dilated so wide that his eyes became monochromatic orbs of obsidian.
He removed his own clothes with swift and lithe movements, revealing pure sculpted muscle. Through the rapid rise and fall of his chest, you could see that he was barely holding back his lust. Feyd-Rautha was going to devour you without leaving a single morsel for the world.
“I-I… If you hurt me, I will scream.”
“Go ahead, it’ll only stroke my ego if you do. Scream loud enough for the whole banquet to hear. Let them know what pleasures your husband bestows upon you.”
With each step he took towards you, you took two steps back. When you felt the bed come into contact with the back of your knees, you realize you’ve been trapped.
“Lie down.” he commanded.
Sensing the tonal shift in his voice, you obeyed. You felt his long, slender fingers enter your most intimate place. When he curved against your inner wall, you let out an involuntarily moan – which he quickly swallowed from your lips. You had touched yourself before, but only rarely during occasions when you couldn’t sleep and the moon was hanging high.
However, this was different – he was different. His fingers reached places where yours never could. Your body made lewd sounds as he pumped in and out of you with torturous speed. The way you grind against his hand was indecent, but he rewarded you with such sweet friction. Hearing his low pants against your ear, you couldn't help but writhe into his touch. When you came undone, he smirked and licked your essence from his fingers.
Before you could catch your breath, he was on top of you again; caging you between his toned arms. He reached out to grasp your chin before roughly crashing his lips down on yours. The kiss was all-consuming, he was drinking in every part of you without letting you breathe. Your eyes wandered down to where his member stood unnaturally stiff and enlarged. Your new husband sneered at your expression before his right hand circled around your throat.
“Your throat… it shall be my axis tonight.”
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