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Professor Butler
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler
Requested: You can thank the EFC for this lol
Prompt: Professor Butler, your music history teacher, wants to show you his Elvis collection. Can you take the heat? [ Fem!Reader ]
TW: A little degradation, bondage, basic bdsm stuff
Rating: Mature with a capital M || Word Count: 5152
A/N: this is pure smut. i'm going to hell, but enjoy this while i burn for eternity xx
Read part two here!
🦋 mila
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You absentmindedly twirl a lock of hair in your finger as your professor talks. Your eyes track his every movement, from his strong hands, to his crystal blue eyes, to the way he wears his dress shirt folded up to his elbows.
“A lot of people actually say that Elvis was a key moment of American history,” he says, leaning against his desk. “He inspired a massive cultural movement and helped to usher in what we know as rock’n’roll music.”
You bite your lip to keep a smile from spreading across your face. Just when you think Professor Butler’s music history class can't get any better, he dedicates an entire class to Elvis Presley, who you happen to love very much. In some ways, Professor Butler reminds you of the King. He has the same deep voice with almost a little southern twang to it. He's incredibly charismatic and everyone in your friend group has a major crush on him.
“But, as we know, Elvis was a man of many talents and interests,” Professor Butler has been glancing around the room and makes eye contact with you. You give him a small smile, and he returns it. “He was also a champion of blues, soul, and gospel. For example…”
Professor Butler reaches behind him to pull out his acoustic guitar. You sit upright in your seat. This has always been your favorite part of the class. Not only is Professor Butler an excellent guitar player and singer, but you also like to watch the way his fingers dance across the chords. He starts to play Elvis’ “Heartbreak Hotel,” and you smile. It's one of your favorites, and he sings it so well.
“So you can see how the song has elements of blues as well as rock’n’roll…” he continues, glancing at his wristwatch. “And it looks like we’re pretty much out of time today. I can hear you packing up in the back, so get outta here. Enjoy your weekends and please don’t forget the theory paper due next Tuesday. I don’t wanna have to hunt you down for it.”
Everyone finishes packing up and files out of the classroom. You hang back, packing as slowly as possible. You've been waiting weeks for an opportunity to talk to Professor Butler one-on-one. You know it's stupid to think that anything could happen between you, but you just want one conversation with him alone. And you want more than anything to impress him, to show him how seriously invested in the class you are. Once the last few people are staggering out for the weekend, you approach his desk. He's restacking some papers to put back into his briefcase.
“Hi Professor Butler,” you say, nervously clutching your stack of textbooks. Your professor looks up with a smile and takes his glasses off.
“What’s up, Y/N?” he asks.
“I was just wondering if I could ask you a question about the lesson from today?”
“Well you already have asked me a question,” he responds with a small smirk. You feel yourself go white. “But I’d love for you to ask me another one.”
You laugh nervously and watch the veins in his forearms flex as he tucks his hands into his pockets.
“I was just wondering, um, how did the public receive Elvis’ music? I know he was a little forward for his time, but I don’t quite understand why he was so controversial,” you ask.
“Well that’s a complicated issue,” he replies. “I could give you a short answer, but knowing about your deep interest in Elvis and music history I don’t think you would be very satisfied with my shortcut answer.”
Everything you do satisfies me, you think to yourself, but keep your mouth closed.
“If you want a real answer, we’d have to spend quite a bit of time talking. Now, I have a meeting in about twenty minutes, but we could reconnect later to discuss?” he suggests. “I wouldn’t be so bold as to assume you have no weekend plans, so we could shoot for next week sometime?”
“I don’t have any weekend plans,” you blurt out, even though it's completely inappropriate and also a lie.
“Oh, alright. Well,” he glances at his watch again. “My meeting ends around four o’clock. We could meet at five? I’m not sure how you feel about sushi, but there’s a place right next to campus?”
“I love sushi!” you reply, maybe a little too enthusiastically.
“Perfect. I’d better run off for my meeting, but I’ll see you later for some serious Elvis talk,” he says, grabbing his briefcase. He shoots you a finger gun and a wink on his way out of the classroom.
Once he's gone, you melt onto the nearest desk. What are you getting yourself into?
You have about two hours before you have to meet him again. Plenty of time to change your outfit and reapply your makeup. You take as much time as you can making sure everything looks right and change into your best clothes. Even though your roommate lends a hand with your hair and makeup, you still somehow run out the door a few minutes late.
You walk quickly along the sidewalk and when you turn the corner to the sushi place, he's already there. Promptly on time. He's wearing the same outfit as before — a light blue button-down, a tie, and black pants — but the top three buttons are unbuttoned, and the tie is significantly loosened.
“Professor Butler, I’m so sorry to be late,” you say.
“Not a problem at all,” he replies and holds the door open for you. “Ladies first.”
You feel a burning heat creep into your face when you enter the restaurant. You both order, but he refuses to let you pay for your own meal. You've reached forward with a credit card, but he brushes your hand back.
“This is a school outing, and it was my idea,” he says. “Please let me cover it.”
You just nod and mutter a quet thank you. Once you have your food, you sit outside and begin to eat together.
“So, Y/N, you clearly have a special interest in Elvis. I’d love to know how it started,” he says between bites.
You tell him all about your family, how your dad is a big fan and passed the interest down to you. You talk about which songs are your favorite and, gradually, you start to relax. He smiles and nods as you talk, even laughs a time or two.
“Well, that’s great to know that Elvis’ impact is still being felt. But to answer your question from earlier, it’s really multifaceted,” Professor Butler says. He's finished eating and leans back in his chair, spreading his legs. You shove sushi in your mouth to keep from screaming.
“The fact that he was so forward for his time is the biggest reason he caused a ruckus. Not only was his music different than what people were used to, but his whole image challenged the white nuclear family American dream. He wore transgressive clothes, makeup even. His songs were greatly influenced by African American artists, which many white southerners didn’t like. But one of the biggest transgressions, I think, was the way he moved his body. It was sexually charged, raw, and inappropriate. The girls loved it, and it scared the hell out of their parents. Sexual promiscuity was a major no-no in the mid-twentieth century, but Elvis was unlocking things.”
You pause eating and look up at your professor. His eyes are trained on you, holding your attention.
“What do you mean by that?” you push.
“Well, to be frank,” Professor Butler leans forward over the table, “he was unlocking a sexuality many people didn’t even know they had.”
Honestly, you feel your own sexuality being unlocked as Professor Butler’s mouth curls into a smirk.
“He was inviting people to be sexual and showing women what they could experience if they just let go of social norms. It terrified traditional parents who liked their daughters the way they were: chaste and devout.”
You’ve lost your appetite. For food, anyway.
“That’s fascinating,” is all you can squeeze out. You're dying inside and don't ever want this conversation to end.
“It really is,” he agree. “You know…ah, nevermind.”
He waves his hand dismissively.
“What?” you ask, dropping the formalities out of desperation to know.
“Well…I suppose it wouldn’t be appropriate, but I do have quite a collection of Elvis memorabilia that I think you would find very intriguing,” he replies. Your stomach drops. Is he…inviting you to his house?? “But I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“I would…actually love to see it, if that’s alright?” you say timidly. His eyes light up, and he nods.
“I’d love to show it off. You’re one of the only students I’ve ever had with as much interest in the King as me,” he says with a laugh. You smile and finish your last bite of sushi.
You gather up your things, and start on the way back to wherever it is he lives. As you walk down the street with the sun setting in the background, everything in you starts to scream.
What are you doing? You barely know this man and here you are going back to his apartment — an apartment that you have no idea how to even get to or get back from. As much as you can hear your parents scolding you for being irresponsible, so much of you still trusts him. So you go on walking, chatting about Elvis and other, more personal, things.
“Well this is the place,” he finally says, and you stop in front of a beautiful apartment building. “Good evening, Tom.”
There is a literal doorman, glass windows, and orante architecture everywhere. Apparently Professor Butler is well-off. The step up from the sidewalk is rather large, and Professor Butler holds out his hand for you. You nervously take it, and he helps you up the step. But he pulls a little too forcefully, and you sort of slam into his chest.
“Oh…sorry,” you both mutter and then smile.
He's still holding onto your hand and hasn't let it go by the time you're loading into the elevator. A very small part of you hopes someone else will join you, but as the doors close you feel bolder than ever. You stand together, holding hands and not saying anything in the small space. You watch him hit the button for the 24th floor and know you have a few minutes at least. You stare straight ahead, not daring to look at him.
After a few seconds, you feel his eyes on you. His thumb softly rubs circles on your skin, and you don't know what to do. Just as you've gathered the courage to look over at him, the elevator beeps and the doors open. He leads you out and down the hallway to the penthouse apartment.
“The penthouse? Very nice,” you say.
“I got a good deal, fortunately,” he replies and opens the door to his apartment.
You cautiously step in and it hits you again how wrong everything you're doing is. You're standing in your professor’s apartment alone with him. He throws his keys into a dish and untucks his shirt.
“I would move all the Elvis stuff out here, but some of it really shouldn’t be touched,” he says, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “I don’t suppose you would be comfortable enough to come into the bedroom and see it.”
You know the right answer. You know what you should say. And yet, you still give the wrong one.
“No, that’s fine.”
You glance around the living area as you make your way into the bedroom. The apartment is small but cozy, and the furniture looks incredibly soft.
Your mouth drops open when you step into the bedroom. He isn't kidding about his collection. There are tons of things there: mugs, posters, vinyls, stuffed animals. Anything you can think of. You go to step closer to it and notice something in your path. Professor Butler quickly moves to pick it up. It's a pair of underwear, and you bite your lip to keep from giggling.
“Excuse me,” he flushes. “Sorry about that…”
He clears his throat.
“But this is the collection. It’s a work in progress, obviously, but you get the idea.”
You walk up to it and peer over everything there. You resist the urge to touch some of the objects. For a moment, you forget that Professor Butler is even there. You gasp when you see something amazing.
“Is this one of the original RCA vinyls of ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ released in 1970?” you ask, whirling around. He's taken his shoes off and is walking toward you.
“Yep. Amazing, isn’t it?”
You nod, examining it.
“Do you wanna hear it?”
You turn around, and he's very close to you now. You just nod with a fading smile. He leans over you to grab the vinyl and gently places it on the record player nearby. In order to set the needle on it, he has to lean dangerously close to you. He's so near you that the scent of his cologne floods into your nose. You close your eyes for a moment, drinking him in. The record crackles and starts to play. As he's reaching his hand back, you find yourself staring up at him. For a precious moment, neither of you move. Finally, he cups your face.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he says. “I know you’re my student and it would be wildly inappropriate…but I want to kiss you so damn bad. I’ve wanted to kiss you every day since I first saw you.”
You're frozen in his touch.
“Then do it,” you whisper in a voice barely audible over the music. “Kiss me.”
He tilts your face up and captures your lips. He pulls back for only a second before you draw him back down to you. Your arms wind around his neck, and his fly to your waist. He traces your bottom lip with his tongue, and you let him in without a fight. As your tongues dance, he starts to walk you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. His hands slide down your thighs and he hoists you up onto the sheets. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he moves to kiss your neck. He pushes you further onto the bed and lowers himself down, never breaking contact with your skin. His teeth bite and pull on your neck as his fingers dig into your waist. You're already heaving when he returns to your lips. You bite his bottom lip and pull it toward you. He groans deeply, and you whimper. You raise your neck up for another kiss, but he's already moving away from you.
He slides off the bed and rakes a hand through his hair while shaking his head.
“Austin,” you whisper, using his first name for the first time.
“We can’t do this…” he says. “It’s wrong.”
You feel your heart break into a million pieces. He sits on the edge of the bed.
“I won’t take advantage of you like this. This is all wrong,” he says, burying his head in his hands.
You cluthc at his wrists.
“No, no, please. I’m consenting,” you beg desperately. “Please don’t stop.”
You try to pry his hands away but aren't strong enough. He looks up at you.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks. You're shocked at his question.
“Is that…a problem? Is that why you stopped?”
“Answer the question,” he says.
“Yes.”
He shakes his head.
“I’m not taking your virginity. This is completely my fault, but no one has to know about it. I’m sorry to put you in this position…but I think it might be best if you dropped my class.”
He starts to get up and pull his shoes back on.
“Please, take any of the Elvis stuff you want. I’ll walk you back to your dorm, and I’m sorry again,” he says, about to leave the room. You fly to your feet and grab his arm.
“Doesn’t it matter what I want?”
He stops in his tracks.
“You’re eighteen. You don’t know what you want.”
“You’re wrong,” you say forcefully. “I want you. I’ve wanted you since the day I walked into class and saw you there. And it’s not just because you’re incredibly sexy. I love your personality, I love your passion for music, I love your admiration for Elvis. Everything about you gives me butterflies.”
“Y/N, maybe if you were five years older it could be different. Maybe if you weren't a virgin it could be different. But I’m not going to ruin your first time. Someone your own age with more shared experiences should take that on.”
“Why? What makes you think I’d have any better time with someone my age? You think a college frat boy could respect me more than you could? You know what you’re doing, and I trust you with all my being. You’re the one I want to take me.”
He sits down on the couch and drops his head into his hands.
“Or…do you not want me?” you ask, the thought suddenly occurring to you. “You don’t want me, do you?”
He scoffs and shakes his head.
“Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? Do you know what I’ve been going through? I’ve never been more attracted to another human being. I’ve never felt a fire like this before. I’ve dreamt about fucking you until you can’t walk, but I’ve had to shove it all down because of who I am. Because I’m your superior, someone you should look up to.”
Your stomach churns with desire. You gently take his wrists in your hands and part them. He lets you do it this time. If he's still unsure, you’ll convince him. You swing one knee onto the couch and then the other until you're sitting on top of his lap. He doesn't fight you, and you're glad. You may be a virgin, but you’ve read and seen enough to know that what you're doing will work. You take his hands and place them on your ass, encouraging him to squeeze it. He doesn't, but he also doesn't remove his fingers. You lean down and press slow and seductive kisses to his cheeks, his jaw, his neck.
“I can still look up to you while you fuck me,” you whisper into his ear. You feel him twitch underneath you, and bite your lip. “Why don’t you tell me what you’ve dreamt, and I’ll make all your dreams come true?”
His head is thrown back on the couch, legs spread wide, eyes searching your figure. You wait a moment for him to say something. When he doesn't, your shoulders fall.
“Fine. I’ll just go then,” you reply sharply. But when you try to get up, he won't let you leave.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asks in a husky voice. You scoff.
“Make up your mind, Austin.”
“You don’t get to call me that. You’ll call me sir.”
Your stomach churns again, and you smile.
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s a good girl,” he says, sliding you off of him.
He drags you into the bedroom and forcefully pushes you onto the bed. He kneels by the edge and starts sliding off your shoes, kissing the tops of your feet. When both sneakers are off, he grabs onto your ankles and slides you to the edge of the bed. You grip onto his shirt, and he smirks. His fingers curl underneath your top and lift it up over your head.
“Stand up.”
You do as he asks, and he whips you around. His hand travels down your stomach and the other grasps at your breast through your shirt. His breath is hot on your neck, and you close your eyes. He bites the skin on your neck and pulls it, making you whimper. You lean your head so he can reach your neck better, but he pulls away, leaving you cold. He sits on the edge of the bed and leans back on his elbows.
“Take your clothes off,” he orders. “Slowly.”
You bite your lip and reach for the hem of your top. You pull it up over your head and let it slip off the end of your pointer finger. Then, you slowly unbutton your jeans. You turn your back toward him, slide your pants down your legs, and step out of them. You make sure to arch your back as you rise back up to stand. You slide the straps of your bra off your shoulders and then unclip the back and let it fall to the ground. Finally, you hook your fingers in the sides of your underwear and shimmy them off, flinging them somewhere in the room using your toe.
“Take your hair down for me,” he commands.
You follow his direction, removing the hair tie and letting your locks fall against your face. When you're done, he stands up and approaches you. His eyes search your body up and down. His hand reaches to stroke your side, and with the other he gently pinches your nipple. He leans down, brushing your hair away from your ear.
“You asked for this,” he says raspily in your ear. “You want me to fuck you? You want to make my dreams reality? Fine. You’re not going to any college parties this weekend because you won’t be able to walk when I’m finished with you.”
You shudder with a combination of fear and delight. He walks a circle around you, trailing his fingers over your skin so lightly that it tickles.
“Now you’re a good student, aren’t you, baby girl?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he hisses.
“Yes, sir.”
“If you forget again, I’ll have to punish you."
You make a mental note to forget.
“Get on the bed, on your back.”
You do as he comamnds, laying flat. He kneels over you and pulls off his tie, exposing his neck even more to you. He gathers your hands over your head and ties them to one of the bedposts with the tie. When he's finished, he grabs your face by your jaw and lifts you to him.
“Welcome to sex education,” he says. “You want an A in my class, you do what I say. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. You keep your mouth shut till I tell you otherwise,” he says gruffly. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”
You bite your lip and writhe underneath him. He pulls your hips forward, and you gasp. Your arms, still tied to the bedpost, stretch out. He moves your head to the side and starts to assault your neck with kisses, licks, and bites. His hand moves to your breast, and he grabs onto the nipple, twisting it in his fingers. You buck your hips but keep your mouth shut.
After a few minutes, he moves down to suck on your nipple while he plays with the other one. His mouth is hot and wet on you as his tongue swirls around your nerves. It's getting harder and harder for you to stay quiet, but you suck in deep breaths. He starts to kiss down your stomach, his hands gripping your waist, fingers digging into the skin. He kisses all the way down to your stomach and stops. He stands and looks at your closed legs.
“Open your legs for me, good girl,” he says. You do what he tells you to, and he massages the inside of your thighs. You wriggle and whimper, but he shakes his head. “Keep your mouth shut.”
You clamp your lips together and clench your jaw. He reaches down and drags one finger up your folds. You shudder and arch your back.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you. I know you do.”
He does it again, and you whimper again. He shakes his head.
“Now look what you’ve done,” he growls. “I told you not to open your mouth, bad girl. You know what happens when you break the rules. Flip around.”
You scramble up and flip around. He guides you, pushing your head down onto the bed and pulling your hips and ass up into the air. He gently brushes his hands over your ass cheeks and then squeezes them, almost too hard. You bite your lip.
“What a pretty ass you got here…” he muttered, and you're just getting comfortable when you feel him slap you on the ass. Hard. You can't help it, a moan leaves your body. “Did I tell you you could moan like that?”
“No, sir.”
“That’s what I thought.
Just as you're relaxing, he slaps you again. You jump a little but pleasure shocks through you.
“That’s a good girl. A good student,” he says, massaging the places he’d slapped you.
You feel the bed shift as he climbs onto it and spreads your ass cheeks. He drags his tongue up your folds, and you melt into the bed. He inserts a finger and starts to pump it in and out of your wet folds. Your hips begin to move, even though it hurts. After a few minutes, the pain is mostly gone and waves of pleasure replace it. He adds another finger and starts to pump faster and harder. You moan, and he slaps your ass. You bite everything you could to stay quiet — the sheets, your lip, your arm. His tongue returns to dance circles on your clit. Your hips rock back and forth, faster and faster. Suddenly, he stops, and you gasp. He leans down over your shoulder, holding his palm on your pussy. You try to wiggle for friction, but he won't let you.
“Tell me what you want,” he says breathlessly.
“I want…” you moan and pant, unable to catch your breath.
“Tell me what you want, or you’re not getting it. Do you want me to stop?”
And he does stop for a moment. Your hands try to fly to his and make him keep going, but they're still tied tightly to the bedpost. You graon.
“No! No, don’t stop,” you shout. “I want you inside me, Professor Butler. I want you to fuck me.”
Those are the key words. He flips you back around and pulls you toward him roughly. He unties your hands from the post, and you desperately scurry toward him to help unbutton his shirt. He pulls it over his head, but you're already unzipping his pants. His hands grab yours.
“Slow down. We’re taking it nice and slow. You can only have me when I decide.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do it slowly.”
You obey, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. You grab onto his underwear and look up at him like a baby animal, waiting for permission. He nods, and you slowly take them down his legs. His member springs to life, and you are speechless. Sure, you’ve seen dicks before, but none that you want more than Professor Butler’s. You're inspired by boldness, and take it in your hand. You're about to put your lips to it, but he grabs you by the hair and pulls you away as gently as possible.
“No,” is all he says. “Get back on the bed.”
You nod and climb up. As you're doing so, he grabs a condom out of the drawer and puts it on. Once he's also on the bed, he hungrily attacks your neck again. You wrap your arms around his waist, trying to pull him down to you, but he resists. He returns to your lips, kissing you violently. You grip at his back, wanting his dick inside you more than anything. He manuevers it to your entrance and drags the tip up and down your folds, teasing you. You wriggle and writhe underneath his touch. He pulls back but his voice is shaky.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he says gruffly. “How bad do you want this dick?”
You convulse and dig your nails into his back.
“Uh-uh-uh, use your words, baby girl."
“Fuck, I want it so bad, Professor Butler. I want it so bad,” you mutter, your legs shaking with desire.
“You’ll have to do better than that,” he growls. “Beg.”
“Please, sir,” you whimper.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, sir,” you choke out.
He wastes no time, gently sliding into you. You shut your eyes tightly and grasp at his hair.
“Shh, I know it hurts, baby girl,” he says softly. “Be a good girl and it’ll feel better in a minute.”
He gently rubs your side and kisses you. You start to get relaxed and the pain does go away a little. Just as it fades, he begins to slide in and out of you. It takes you a minute to catch up with the feelings but eventually you start moving your hips in rhythm with his.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, grunting. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
You bite your lip, trying not to moan. He speeds up a little, his breath ragged. You're drawing blood on his back, you know it. But he deserves it for not letting you scream.
“Oh, you wanna scream don’t you, good girl?” he asks, as if he had read your thoughts.
“Yes, sir,” you moan out.
“Talk for me,” he says, and you open up. Moans, groans, and other noises fly out of you. Austin starts to breathily moan along with you. “You’re gonna make me cum, good girl.”
You moan louder, feeling a massive wave of pleasure rising.
“Talk for me, baby. Tell everyone who fucked you for the first time.”
That's all you need. You crash down and scream out his name. He keeps pumping in and out of you all the way through your orgasm, finishing himself off. He finally slides out of you, both of you breathing heavily. He falls to the bed alongside you as each of you tries to catch your breath. After a few minutes, he rolls over.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”
“No, just a little,” you respond. “Will I be able to walk tomorrow?”
“Not a chance. But you won’t have to. You can stay with me. I’ll take care of you.”
You smile.
“You won’t look back and regret this, will you?” he asks, concern suddenly crossing his face. “That you let me be your first.”
“How could I regret that?” you ask. “You were perfect. Everything I could have asked for.”
You pull him down for a kiss. He scoops you up and tucks you both under the covers for a post-sex nap.
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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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My Baby Girl
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler
Requested: Yes - anon(s)
Prompt: You’re pregnant with Austin’s baby. This is the whole shebang, friends, from the test all the way to the birth. [ Fem!Reader ]
TW: Pregnancy stuff, body negativity/self-shaming, probably pregnancy inaccuracies lolol
Rating: Pg || Word Count: 3275
A/N: Pregnancy fics are...not my specialty 😅 I gotta be honest w y'all the smutty stuff is way more my speed lmao. but hopefully, this isn't too horrible. i am so sorry if you don't like the baby's name but it's the only one i could think of to make sense. Requests are open, as always 💕
🦋 mila
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You nervously tap your foot as you sit on the couch and wait for Austin to get home. He’s been out doing press for “Elvis” for the last few hours, but you have something incredibly important to tell him. It's something that can't wait. You grip the tiny white stick in your hand like it's a lifeline. In some ways, it is. Or will be someday. You hear the door open and the scuttle of Austin’s feet as he comes into the house. You gulp and call his name.
“Austin, baby,” you say, your smile faltering even though you don't mean it to. “I have something really important to tell you.”
He comes into the living room, looking sexy as ever. But also tired. You momentarily think about telling him another day but decide against it. He needs to know now. He kisses you quickly and then sits down on the couch.
“What is it, love?” he asks, rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb. You bite your lip nervously and take a deep breath.
“I’m pregnant,” you spit out and wait anxiously for his response. He's silent for a minute, staring at you without any expression. Within a matter of seconds, a smile begins to break across his face. You breathe a sigh of relief and smile back at him. He says nothing but gestures to your stomach.
“Can I…”
“Of course,” you respond. “Although I don’t think you’ll feel anything quite yet. I just took the test today.”
He places his hand on your stomach anyway, spreading his fingers out, and just taking in the fact that you're going to have a baby together. Your own baby.
“Are you happy?” you ask.
“I’ve never felt happier in my life,” he replies.
He leans forward on the couch and gently grabs your face with both hands, bringing your lips to his for a soft kiss. When you pull back, he starts showering your body with kisses. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, and all over your face. Somehow, he ends up on top of you on the couch. You wind up giggling and trying to push him off of you. He finally stops and looks down at you, hovering over your body. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear and his eyes flick to your lips for a brief moment. Your heart flutters.
“You’d better get off of me,” you say, laughing. “This is how we made the baby the first time.”
He smiles and kisses your lips one more time.
~ 6 weeks in ~
It's been roughly six weeks since you first told Austin you're pregnant, and things have been going very nicely. Even though you aren't showing yet, you're constantly looking in the mirror trying to see some evidence of your baby growing inside you. It's finally the day of your first appointment and, like a good baby daddy, Austin is tagging along.
You're nervous waiting in the office but having Austin there holding your hand and grinning from ear to ear like an idiot is certainly helpful. Finally, the doctor calls you back. She runs some tests, confirms that you are pregnant, and does an ultrasound. You grip Austin’s hand while the doctor moves the instrument around your skin trying to find the tiny sweet-pea-sized baby growing in your belly. You gasp when you see a tiny white dot floating around on the screen.
“Ope, there’s your baby!” the doctor says excitedly. You smile up at Austin, and he kisses the top of your head. He walks close to the monitor and puts his fingers up to the tiny being as if he can touch it through the screen.
“It’s not even the size of my hand and I already love it more than anything,” he whispers, and you smile.
~ 3 months in ~
Roughly 16 weeks later, things have started to get slightly more annoying, and you are definitely showing. You can already see stretch marks appearing. Your feet are swollen more than usual, and you feel like a big lumbering oaf. You can't imagine what's to come if this is only the first trimester. Your belly has started to grow rounder and stick out, but not big enough to look pregnant yet.
As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you just feel fat and ugly. You try not to pay attention to it, knowing that it's only going to get worse. But some days you just can't take it. This is one of those days. You and Austin are supposed to be going out for dinner, but you can't fit into any of your best clothes. Everything is so much tighter than it used to be, and you're in no mood to be uncomfortable.
Panic rising in your chest, you start to throw clothes out and onto the ground. You dig through your neatly folded clothes and make your closet a huge mess. Austin comes into the closet while you're in the middle of trying to desperately and angrily stretch out a shirt to fit your pregnant body.
“Baby, what’s going on in here?” he asks, holding his hands up to stop you from struggling. Once he gets the shirt away from you, you collapse onto the piles of clothes and start to cry profusely. He gets down on the ground next to you and pulls you into his lap. You cry and cry, grasping onto his shirt for stability of some kind. He rubs your back calmly.
“Shhh, shhh, baby, everything’s alright. Everything’s gonna be just fine, my love,” he whispers softly, pressing kisses to your hair. You sniffle, looking up at him through tears.
“Now, do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” he asks, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m always here for you, you know that.”
“I hate myself,” you say, and the tears start to come again.
“No, babe, what do you mean? How could you hate something so perfect?” he asks. “There’s nothing to hate about you. Not one thing.”
“Yes there is!” you wail. “My body is hideous. I have stretch marks everywhere, and I’m getting fat and swollen. None of my cute going out clothes fit, and it’s only going to get worse from here. It’s like everything I was ashamed of before is blown up three times as big now.”
Austin shifts so he can reach your face. His finger slides under your chin and tilts your face up to his. He wipes a few tears from your cheeks and then leans down to catch your eyes. Even though you're too embarrassed to look at him, when you accidentally make eye contact you can't break away from his beautiful blue eyes. They're so filled with love that your tears almost stop immediately. You sniffle again and reach out to touch his face with a finger.
“I love you,” he says. “I love you more than anything in this world, the next one, or any other universe that might be out there. Because you are the most beautiful thing in any universe. Do you know how lucky I feel every single day that I’m with you? That I’m with someone who is so incredibly out of my league?”
You scoff, wiping snot from your nose to prove that he's wrong.
“Don’t do that. Don’t downplay yourself like that, love. You are beautiful, you are strong, and you are damn sexy. I’ll love you no matter what you look like. But it doesn’t matter, because you’re always beautiful to me, inside and out. You’re everything I could possibly have asked for in a partner, and in a mother for my baby. And I just know our baby will be the most beautiful baby in the world, cause it’s gonna look like its mama.”
You've stopped crying, in awe of the words he's saying to you. How could anyone be so giving, so selfless, so kind?
“But I’m just gonna get fatter,” you say. “And then I’ll be fat after I have the baby and…”
“Shhh,” he interrupts you. “You’re really gonna make me go through all the things I love about you? I’ll do it.”
He leans over to grab your foot. He presses a kiss to the top of it.
“I love this foot,” he says before pressing a kiss to your shin. “I love this leg.”
He moves up your whole body, kissing every part of you and following by saying how much he loves each section of your body. He’s finally reached your lips, and he slies his hand around your neck, bringing you to him. He kisses you firmly, holding onto you as strongly as he can.
“Goddamn do I love those lips,” he says with a smile, and you giggle. His head bends down, and he moves your t-shirt off of your stomach to press three kisses on the swollen skin.
“And most of all I love this tummy,” he says, laying his head on it and looking at you. “Because it’s carrying our baby. Our love. The biggest way we can show it off.”
You run your fingers through his hair with a weak smile. Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in your stomach and yank on Austin’s hair with a gasp. His head flies off your stomach and he stares down at your tummy in shock. Your mouth falls open.
“Oh my god!” you shout.
“Was that….”
“A kick! I think,” you finish his sentence. You both pause, waiting to see if it will happen again. It doesn't and your smile starts to fade. Austin gets down close to your belly again.
“Hey little baby, mommy and I would really like to feel you again. Can you say hi?” he mumbles against the skin and then replaces his cheek. You both stare at each other for a minute and then another kick comes. Your hands fly to your face, and you squeal. Austin sits back up and kisses you passionately, smiling the whole way through.
“See, look how amazing your body is, babe,” he says, gesturing at your stomach. “You’re literally growing a tiny human being in there. There’s nothing more amazing than that. God, I can’t wait for him to get here.”
You shake your head in disbelief.
“I’m sorry…him?” you ask. “No, no, no it’s gonna be a girl.”
“I’ll love it whatever it is,” Austin responds, leaning in for another kiss. “But it’s gonna be a boy.”
You playfully smack him.
“Now get up and get that sexy body dressed. You need food, baby,” he says, standing up and offering you a hand.
He helps you pick out your outfit and showers you with compliments the entire time. You climb into the car and leave for the restaurant. You sit with a smile on your face, gently rubbing circles on your stomach. A thought suddenly occurs to you.
“What should we name it?” you ask.
“Shouldn’t we wait until we know whether it’s a boy or girl?”
“Well, we could prepare for both and then choose when we know.”
“Alright…”
Silence falls as you both try to think. Finally, Austin speaks up.
“How about Lisa for a girl….and Dallas for a boy?”
You think for a second.
“I like Dallas. And Lisa…as in Lisa Marie?” you ask.
“Well, we don’t have to use Marie too, but it’ll always be a reminder of this time in our lives. The happiest time,” he says, reaching over to grab your hand. You intertwine your fingers into his and smile.
“Alright…Lisa it is.”
~ 8 weeks + some change in ~
You're huge. Almost nine months into this pregnancy and all of the worst symptoms are starting to hit you. You can't fit into any cute clothes and don't want to try. Everything aches, and you have to get help to stand up after sitting down. You can't get comfortable at night and are sweaty all the time. The little baby is kicking like crazy, angrily and frantically now. Not to mention that your cravings are going crazy. You can't remember the last time you ate something that a normal human being would eat. Today, your craving is potato chips….on ice cream. But not any potato chips or any ice cream. You have to have chocolate ice cream and Ruffles salted potato chips. You come down the stairs like a ravenous beast.
“Austin,” you practically growl.
He looks up with concern at your urgent tone. You're gripping the banister to the stairs, white-knuckled.
“I need ice cream and potato chips,” you say desperately.
“D…do you need it now?” he asks, almost afraid.
You curl your fingers deeper into the wood and grate your teeth.
“Yes, now,” you hiss. You don't mean to be mean, you can't help it. It literally feels like your entire body will die if you don't get ice cream and potato chips right that second. Austin jumps up and immediately gets the keys to the car. He knows the drill at this point. You feel horrible for constantly for putting him through so much and being rude about it, but your body is literally fighting you.
“What brand?”
“Ruffles chips. I don’t care about the ice cream.”
He starts to run out the door, but you call him back.
“Thank you. I’m sorry. I love you,” you say with a small smile. He returns a quick smile and then rushes out. While he's gone, you veg on the couch and flick through the tv stations, feeling irritated. You try to take deep breaths and remember not to take it out on Austin when he gets back. You really are like a voracious wild animal and jump out of your seat when the garage door sounds. You run out to the car to meet him and snatch the grocery bag from his hands. By the time he’d come inside behind you, you're already tearing the bag of chips open. He gently takes it from your grasp.
“Hold up there, tiger. Let me put it in a bowl will you? Jesus,” he says, shaking his head.
“Sorry…I just…I need it so bad,” you whine.
“You know there was a time you said that about my-”
You hold your hand up.
“Not now, Austin. Don’t even.”
He scoops your ice cream into a bowl and arranges the chips in a little circle on the top. You appreciate the effort and feel terrible that you're about to absolutely demolish it in a matter of seconds. He hands it to you, and you snatch it, running back to sit down in the living room.
“Thank you. I love you!” you yell between bites of food.
“No problem, baby. I’m glad I can make you happy. I love you, too.”
~ that night ~
It's the middle of the night when you groan yourself awake. You roll around for a few minutes, clutching your stomach. Somehow, you're able to fall back asleep for a few hours but are awoken again by intense pains. It is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You figure it's just pregnancy pains until you stand up to go to the bathroom, and they intensify.
“Owwwww!” you shout, tensing what feels like every muscle in your body.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Austin has turned over in his sleep and is peering at you through the dark.
“Austin, grab the bag,” you say, already waddling to the closet to get dressed.
He bounces out of bed and grabs your pregnancy panic bag. He helps you hastily get some clothes on, you hold onto him as you somehow get down the stairs. You are breathing in and out, trying to make it through the pain. You've had to stop a few times to rest and catch your breath. But eventually, you make it into the car and Austin is zooming to the hospital. He's holding your hand and driving with the other, which is making you nervous. Not to mention that he is most definitely speeding.
“Honey, could you slow down?”
“Sorry, sorry,” he says, slowing down immediately. You smile painfully and squeeze his hand.
You arrive at the hospital and Austin helps you out and inside before he runs back out to find parking. The nurses help you into your hospital gown and get you ready and comfortable.
“Oh dear,” one of them says, and you sit up panicked.
“What? What?” you ask. It never seems good when medical staff say things like that.
“Honey, you’re going to give birth very soon. Did you call the hospital when these pains started?”
“No they only started less than an hour ago.”
“Well, you must have slept through them, then. Becuase you are extremely dilated,” she says, shaking her head. “Like less than an hour dilated.”
“I-” you stop in your tracks, realizing that the first bout of pain you felt had been the beginning of your labor. You sit back and try to relax, thankful that it probably won't be much longer. Austin comes running in with wild hair and a half-zipped jacket. You try to laugh at his wild appearance but it just turns into a groan.
“Are you alright? How are you doing? Can I get you anything?” he asks rapidly, searching your body all over to make sure you actually are doing alright.
“Yes, thank you. I’m fine. I just…want it out,” you hiss.
He sits down in a chair that's been pulled up to the side of the bed and holds your hand softly. You squeeze his fingers and breathe through the pain for the next hour or so until the nurse finally says it's time. She helps you sit up a little and more people in white lab coats and scrubs come rushing into the room.
“Okay, the baby is crowning,” the doctor says, and you grip onto Austin’s hand.
“You’re doing great, baby girl,” he says, smiling and holding your hand between his fingers. You hiss out breaths as you begin to push with the doctor’s guidance.
It's definitely painful, but everything is going so fast that by the time you realize the baby is out, you're already starting to lay down. The doctors help you finish the birthing process and then take the baby to clean it up and run tests. You and Austin have chosen not to know the gender of your baby beforehand. Even though there is sweat all over your forehead, Austin brushes your hair back and kisses the hot skin.
“You did so good, mama,” he says quietly and smiles. “I love you so much.”
You weakly smile back. After a while, one of the nurses returns with a little bundled blanket. A pink bundle.
“Congratulations!” she says. “It’s a girl!"
You smile, trying not to let the tears in your eyes fall as you accept the tiny thing into your arms. Austin is sitting on the edge of the bed with his arm around your shoulders. You stick your finger out and your baby hooks onto it with a hand.
“Little baby Lisa,” you say, smiling breathlessly.
“She’s beautiful,” Austin says, gently touching her forehead. He rubs a thumb on her forehead and leans down to kiss her. “I love you. And I love you.”
He angles his head to give you a kiss. You smile into it and when he pulls back, you gently touch his cheek.
“I love you too.”
“My two baby girls,” Austin says. “The lights of my life.”
He kisses your forehead again and then you both look back to the sleeping baby in your arms. Your baby girl.
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Just Playing Priscilla
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler - Elvis (2022)
Requested: Yes! - nonnies
Prompt: You're playing Priscilla and today is the day of the kiss scene filming. You and Austin have been feeling feelings for each other, but neither of you are confident enough to tell the other. When Austin plays coy during an interview, maybe things will change.
TW: none!
Rating: Pg || Word Count: 2200
A/N: this is so cuteee! that kiss scene tho 😭 🥵
🦋 Mila
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"And...action!" Baz's voice bounces off the walls in the small bedroom set.
You gulp and nervously pull at the bottom hem of your dress as Austin rises to go switch out the record. You let your eyes trace down his figure in the handsome military uniform that he wears for the scene. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to breathe without shaking.
"The Colonel's promised me that when I get back, he's gonna set me up in Hollywood to be a serious actor," Austin says, fumbling around with the record player.
He glances back at you, just like he's supposed to in the script, and you feel your heart flutter when his blue eyes gaze into yours. His eyes drop back down and he smiles handsomely.
"That's really what I dream of," he reads the lines in a voice so heartfelt that you can't help but smile.
"EP, now EP," your costar, Jeremy, shouts his lines from the hallway. "Now you promised the captain that you'd get her home by seven."
Austin gets up again, just like the script says, and stalks over toward the door. Your eyes follow him, and you use the bed to push yourself up and stand. Austin slams the door and spins on his heel, and you bite your cheek again trying to ignore the heat that creeps into your face. You link your fingers in front of your stomach, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"You don't boss me around," Austin says the next line perfectly, and you smile sweetly at him again as he yanks the curtains on the window open to stare out.
You cross the room, feeling your heart thud with every step you take closer. He's standing with his back toward the window, right on his mark. There's just enough space for you to slide in next to him, and you tilt your head up to gaze into his eyes lovingly as you position yourself on top of the red X on the floor. You drop your eyes for a second as his hand travels to the wall next to you, stretching out by your head.
You know the script says you have to look him in the eyes, but you're afraid of what you might feel if you do. You gulp hard and bite the bullet, reattaching your eyes to his.
"You know, I think that if you dream it, you'll do it," you say quietly. You catch Austin's eyes flick down to your lips for a moment, and you wonder if he's still acting.
"You do?" he asks.
You're supposed to respond according to the script, but you just can't. You forget about the cameras for a moment, absorbed in his sea-blue eyes. And you just let a big smile spread across your features. You bite your tongue and nod enthusiastically, humming encouragingly. Now it's your turn to let your eyes peek at his lucious lips, practically begging you to kiss him. Luckily that's exactly what the script orders.
You stare up at Austin, your heart slamming against your chest. He just looks down at you with soft blue eyes and starts to slowly, painfully lean down. You stretch out your neck and tilt it, preparing for the kiss that you've been craving for weeks now. You gently brush your noses together, and your breath audibly shakes. Your eyes shutter closed, and you let your body feel all of the emotions and physical sensations of the moment. You both hesitate for what feels like forever.
You have built up quite a major crush on Austin the past few weeks on set. He's incredibly handsome and so sweet and genuine. You have already filmed some of the less happy scenes, the ones where you are sort of in the background while he's front and center. As soon as you'd read the script, you'd known you were in for a wild ride. You and Austin have spent a lot of time together, and you're great friends now, but...you both just feel the slightest bit awkward. Like there's something between you that you just can't get through. On your side, at least, you know that it's an intense physical attraction which is quickly turning into some form of love. On Austin's side, well...it sometimes seems like the same. But neither of you can be sure nor do you want to out yourself before you're positive the other feels the same.
After what feels like a lifetime, Austin finally presses his soft lips to yours. You kiss him back, feeling the butterflies in your stomach doing somersaults. You move your head back slightly, remembering that the kiss is just supposed to be a sweet, chaste one, but Austin leans forward, refusing to let your lips free. Your fingers instinctively fly up to his face, holding his lips against yours. When you separate, you glance back up at him and realize that neither of you are acting anymore.
"Cut! That was perfect, guys," Baz says with a smile. "Let's reset and do one more take, although I don't think we need it."
While you're resetting the scene, you and Austin sit back down on the ground together. You avoid his eyes.
"That was great improv," he finally says quietly as people rush around you to get the set put back together.
"What are you talking about?"
"Holding my face like that," he says. "It was a great touch. And...very sweet. I liked it."
You have only enough time to smile before Baz yells action once again. You feel both awkward and soothed at his compliment, maybe wondering if Austin could feel the same for you that you feel for him.
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“So we’ll just run through a few questions, like maybe five or so, if that sounds alright?”
You nod along with Austin.
“Sounds perfect,” Austin responds with a smile.
You glance over at him out of the corner of your eye. He’s looking particularly handsome today in a plain white t-shirt, a dark green jacket, and a pair of blue jeans. You subtly bite your lip to keep from smiling at his appearance. You refocus your attention on the interviewer as they get the cameras set up.
“Good to go!” one of the cameramen shouts with a thumbs up.
“Wonderful, so first of all, congratulations on the film! It was absolutely amazing!” the interviewer begins.
“Thank you so much! We’re very, very proud of it!” you answer.
“You definitely should be! So, Austin…” the interviewer directs a question toward your costar, and you allow yourself to zone out for a moment.
“You know it was a lot of work, but having people like Y/N around is one of the reasons I was able to successfully portray Elvis,” Austin answers. “As an actor, you know, you feed off of the energy from the other actors. So it makes all the difference in the world to have someone opposite you who really understands the character and gives you that emotion that you need.”
“Absolutely and, Y/N, obviously playing Priscilla means that you have to be comfortable with conveying a wide range of emotions. How did you channel emotions for the different scenes?”
“Of course, Priscilla goes through a lot in the movie. Being able to chat with the real Priscilla was overwhelmingly helpful. I got to know her as a person, as a mother, and as Elvis’ wife. I got to pick up on some of her mannerisms, the way she moves and talks. It really helped me to imagine how she must have felt at different points during her life. And she is also a woman, so I just tried to relate with her on a human level as well. How would I feel, as a human being, if this was happening to me?”
“That's incredible. And obviously one of the major scenes and plot points of the film is the relationship between Priscilla and Elvis. If I can just say, that kiss scene was absolutely magical!”
As soon as the interviewer mentions the kiss scene, you feel your blood go cold and your muscles tighten. You gulp, trying to force a smile. And god do anything but think back to that moment. To that day when everything had changed for you. Your fingers in your lap begin to dig into your thigh through your jeans. You anxiously scratch at the fabric with a fingernail, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You can feel Austin’s eyes on you, but you stare straight ahead and avoid all eye contact with him. You suddenly feel his fingers grabbing onto yours, pushing your hand out of the way to rest his palm on top of your thigh. You clench your jaw, hoping the interviewer couldn’t see.
“Just so romantic, and it felt incredibly real. As actors, how do you get over the awkwardness to make the audience believe that you’re really in love?”
For some reason, the interviewer looks to you for an answer. You freeze up.
“Well, uh, you know as actors you just…” you glance at Austin for help. His eyes widen when he receives the message.
“You make the best of the situation. Although in this particular case, it was easier than usual,” he says, throwing a sweet smile in your direction. “I didn’t have to do much acting with someone as beautiful as Y/N sitting across from me.”
Your back straightens a little when he squeezes your thigh gently. You glare at him for a quick moment. He winks and bites his lip.
“Oh, I’m sure! Y/N what was it like to see Austin all made up as Elvis? Was he as swoon worthy as the real Elvis?”
“Yes, of course! Our makeup team is very talented, ” you say with nervous laughter.
You make eye contact with Austin and lose your train of thought. You only mean to glance at him, but you can't tear your eyes away. The way he’s looking at you throws you right back into the kiss scene. The tenderness in his bright blue eyes, the ways his plump pink lips are parted gently, looking so inviting. The softness in his demeanor as he leans toward you.
“It was magical,” you finish your sentence, feeling your own eyes soften as they stare into his beautiful blue ones. “Truly magical.”
The rest of the interview goes quickly, without anything of note. Well, besides Austin’s fingers constantly gripping and then releasing the skin of your thigh. Even though you try to pry his fingers off a few times, they somehow always make their way back to that same spot. You huff, eventually allowing them to remain there. And, of course, there are the little glances that you and Austin are shooting at each other every few seconds. As one of the crew members flashes a hand with two fingers raised, you breathe a sigh of relief thinking you've fooled the interviewer.
“I think we have time for one more question. And while I had one planned, I just have to ask a different one. Are you two…” the interviewer pauses, flipping her finger between you and Austin, “...together? Or is all this flirting I’m seeing just for the press?”
You feel the blood drain from your face and freeze. You're taken aback by the bluntness of the question. You’re sure you’re giving the editors a wonderful thumbnail image: you sitting there with wide eyes and a dead straight mouth. Austin just laughs, handling the whole situation with class and style as he always does.
“I think we’ll let you speculate on that for now,” he responds, squeezing your thigh again.
The interviewer cocks an eyebrow as the cameraman shouts to end the interview. They restack their papers and stand.
"I would figure out what your story is," they say, turning to leave. "Before another interviewer comes in who's not as subtle as I am."
You sigh as they leave, still sitting perfectly still, frozen with surprise. The crew members get busy around you, resetting the cameras and taking their five-minute breaks before another interviewer comes into the small room. You avoid everything to do with Austin, refusing to look at him or touch him. Refusing to give him the time of day.
"So, what is it?" Austin says in a low voice.
"What are you talking about, Austin?" you ask, refusing to look him in the eye.
"Our story?" he presses. "What is it?"
You say nothing, just look at him. You gulp as he stares over at you. Your eyes flick down to those lips and you think again about the kiss scene and all of the feelings that had been coursing through your body then return with a vengeance. You lean over the chair, grabbing his face and pressing your lips onto his. You squeeze your eyes shut and kiss him hard until his fingers find your neck, pulling you against him. You can just barely feel the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile as he kisses you. When you pull back, you gaze into his eyes, and he chuckles softly before speaking.
"Well, I guess that answers my question."
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Beg
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler
Requested: yes - nonnie
Prompt: You curl up with your boyfriend, Austin, to watch a film. Little does he know that you neglected to put on a very important article of clothing: panties. When he discovers, he's down bad and you're ready to take advantage. [ Fem!Reader ]
TW: sub!austin, bondage, biting, choking, overstim, i don't wanna spoil it but bdsm stuffs
Rating: M || Word Count: 3497
A/N: WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP IT FRIENDS. that's all i have to say 💕 this is so so dirty lmao
🦋 mila
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“Aus, if you don’t hurry up, I’m gonna start it without you!” you shout, jumping onto the couch.
You pull a blanket over your legs and nestle into its warmth and the lovely feeling of your silky smooth legs rubbing against each other. You’ve been planning this for some time and enjoyed giving yourself a little self-care session. Austin’s been so busy with the press and interviews for Elvis that you’ve hardly seen him recently. You miss him and, to be frank, you miss his dick too. The weeks of self-pleasure were a little nice at first but grew old very quickly. Ever since he got back yesterday, your horniness has bumped up to a level 1000. You need him. Badly.
But while he’s been gone you’ve also done some research and realized that it could be fun to try something different. Maybe he deserved to be punished a little. After all, he had left you for almost a year to run around the world, take photos, and do interviews. You know how many other people in the world want him and that makes you incredibly jealous. You think maybe it’s about time to remind Austin who he belongs to.
“Popcorn and candy,” Austin says, entering the room with a huge smile.
He’s wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and nothing else, just the way you like it. His shorts are hanging incredibly low on his hips and you can see all of his abs and other muscles flexing as he places the food down on the coffee table in front of you. You bite your lip as he plops onto the couch next to you. He lifts up the blanket and places his hand on your thigh as you swing your legs onto his lap and press play on the remote.
The movie starts to roll and you grab some of the popcorn from the bowl, excitement growing deep in your stomach as you wait for Austin to notice. A few minutes into the movie, his warm hand starts to trail up your leg and slip onto the inside of your thigh. His fingers travel further up your leg, pushing the fabric of your t-shirt aside. Well, his t-shirt actually. As soon as his fingers gently slide over onto your lower stomach, his eyes go wide. You stay focused on the movie but glance over at Austin out of the corner of your eye to see his reactions.
His eyebrows furrow as his finger crawls lower, just barely brushing the top of your clit. You feel the corner of your mouth curling up into a smirk but quickly flatten your lips to play coy. It wasn’t unusual for you to wear Austin’s shirts without a pair of shorts underneath, but to wear just his shirt with nothing else at all is something that you’ve never done before.
“You’re not, um…wearing any panties?” Austin asks. He leans his head back against the top of the couch to glance over into your eyes.
“Oh, yeah. I just didn’t really feel like wearing any,” you respond, keeping your eyes glued to the television and refusing to look over at him. “But if that’s a problem, I can go put some on.”
You shift, acting like you’re getting up to go grab a pair of panties. Austin’s hand flies to your wrist, gripping onto it. He tries to pull you back down, but you resist and pull your arm away.
“No, no. I like it," he says quickly.
“Oh yeah?” you ask, moving to stand right in front of him. “How do you like your t-shirt on me?”
You pull the shirt up to the tops of your thighs, teasing him with a little sneak peek of your pussy. You watch as his eyes widen and then travel down your figure. You take a step forward and stretch your leg out, placing it on top of his knee and curling your toes into his skin.
“A little help, please?”
You gesture toward your sock and Austin nods as a small smirk crosses his face. He leans down, tucking his fingers between your sock and skin. He slowly curls the fabric down your leg and foot, lifting up your calf and sliding the sock off of your foot. Once he’s removed it, you take it from his grasp. He tries to lean forward and press a kiss to your leg, but you draw it back and place your foot on the ground instead. You stick your other foot back to remove the other sock. Once you have them both in your hands, you look back at Austin and smile sweetly. You hold one of the socks on your pointer finger and swirl it around twice before you let it fall to the ground. You dramatically gasp, putting your fingers to your lips.
“Oh no!” you say. “I’m so clumsy. Whoopsie.”
You turn to the side, bending over to pick up your socks. You arch your back as you slowly lower your top half down. When the t-shirt slides up your back, revealing the bottom half of your naked body, you don’t stop it. You can feel Austin’s eyes on you, tracing down your body and taking in all of your curves, illuminated by the blue flashing lights of the tv screen.
Once you have the socks in your fingers, you snap yourself back up and the shirt falls back down to cover you. You peer back over at Austin who has slunk down on the couch, his legs spread, plump lips popped open, eyes growing dark.
“What are you staring at?” you whisper. “See something you like?”
“Fuck yeah I do,” he responds and moves to stand up. You laugh, flattening your palm on his chest and pushing him back down onto the couch.
“Yeah? What do you like? Tell me.”
He scoffs, biting his lip and tossing his head to the side. He thinks you’re joking? Well, you’re not. You step forward and press your fingers into his chest again. You lean over his body, allowing the ends of your hair to tickle his skin.
“You think I’m joking, Aus? Tell me. Tell me what you see that you like.”
“I like those hips, the way they move on my dick. I like that ass, the perfect size and so thick. I like those tits, so round and perfect,” he bites his lip as he reaches out and tries to grab onto one of your breasts. You scold him with a tsk and a wag of your finger.
“No touching. Not yet, anyway. Keep telling me what you like. Go on.”
“I like…this hair, this beautiful soft hair. And this waist,” he reaches out to place his hands on your hips. You latch onto his wrists, stopping his hands from touching you.
“I said no touching. If you can't follow my directions, I'm gonna have to restrain you.”
You can hear his breath hitch at your words and smirk, padding over to the kitchen where one of Austin’s ties is hanging off the back of a chair. You grab it and walk back toward Austin, stretching it taught between your hands. You can see his chest rising and falling faster now. You throw the blanket off of his legs.
“Y/N I don’t know about this-”
“Shhhh,” you say, reaching up to pull the tie around his wrists. “Let mommy take care of you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about a thing.”
You pull the tie tightly around his wrists and stretch his arms up above his head, resting them on the back of the couch. When you step back, your eyes travel down his body to take in all of his muscles, stretched out and flexed. You bite your lip, reaching down to drag your finger across his jawline. You let it trail down his neck, collarbone, chest, and down his stomach. When you slip your finger under the waistband of his pants, you watch his stomach flex.
“Mmm, you like that don’t you?” you ask. “Don’t you?”
Austin doesn’t respond and, instead, tries to reach forward and grab onto your hips again. You back away at the last second and scold him once more. You reach forward, grabbing onto his jaw with your fingers and shaking your head.
“Such a disobedient boy. So naughty,” you say with a click of your tongue. “You’ve left me no choice. I guess I’ll have to punish you.”
You grab ahold of his shorts and boxers, sliding them off his hips and down his legs. His member springs to life and you hum in approval.
“I haven’t even touched you yet, baby. You already want me that badly?”
You press your hands on either side of his head to climb on top of him, making sure that you’re seated far enough up on his chest to avoid touching his dick. He cranes his neck up to look at you.
“You know I missed you while you were gone. It wasn’t very nice of you to leave me for so long. Taking care of myself got old so quickly. And then I started thinking about all those women, all those men who are throwing themselves at you, who want you like I get to have you. And I guess I just got a little jealous. Felt like I need to remind them who fucking owns you. Because I own you, don’t I, baby? Isn’t that right?”
Austin nods slowly. You grab onto his jaw again, arching your back so that you can lean down close to his face.
“Isn’t that fucking right, Austin?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Y/N…”
You squeeze his jaw before letting your fingers trail down onto his neck. You press your fingers deep into the skin, squeezing onto his throat. Your hand barely makes it halfway around his throat but it achieves the desired effect anyway. You feel his neck stretch out as his head leans back onto the couch. He gazes up at you with lust-filled eyes and runs his perfectly pink tongue over his teeth and lips.
“Yes what, Austin Robert?”
“Yes, mommy,” he gives in.
“Mhm, that’s my good boy,” you lean down, pressing your lips to his.
Your lips move in rhythm and you slide your tongue along his. He opens his mouth for you with no fight and you slide your tongue in. He tilts his head to get better access to you, exploring the inside of your mouth. You bite down on his bottom lip, pulling it out and then releasing it. He breathes out heavily, reaching his arms down to try and touch you again. You push them back up with a shake of your head.
“No touching until I say. Listen to me and be a good boy, now, Aus.”
You push his head to the side and move your lips onto his neck, sucking and biting at the skin. You can feel him arching below you, bucking his hips slightly as you attack his neck. You bite onto the skin underneath his jaw and suck it into your mouth with a pop. You attack the same spot again and he moans under you. You hum against his skin, moving down to suck on the skin above his collarbones.
“Fuck baby…” Austin whispers.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you, Aus?”
You pull back, leaving a trail of wet saliva across his skin. You glance down at it, reflecting the light from the tv screen, and bite your lip. You stick your finger out and drag it across his mouth before putting pressure on his plump lips. Your finger slides into his mouth and his tongue swirls around and sucks on it.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.”
You remove your finger, attaching your lips to his chest. You drag your tongue down his skin, tracing his abs and watching as his muscles flex and release with the stimulation of your tongue on his skin. You reach the area right above his dick and pull back, dropping onto your knees in front of him. You tap the top of his dick and smirk as it twitches in response.
“You want mommy to suck your dick, don’t you baby?”
“Yeah…”
“Ask me nicely, and I’ll consider it.”
“Please.”
“You should know better than that by now, Austin. Say it right.”
“Please, suck my dick mommy. I wanna see how far you can take it in your throat.”
You hum in response and stick your tongue out to lick the very tip of his dick, tasting the salty precum leaking out. You lick it up, gazing back up at Austin’s eyes as you do. His mouth is shaped in an O, his hands brushed onto his forehead to pull on his beautiful golden locks.
“So tasty, baby,” you mumble against his dick.
You draw a stripe up his length with your tongue, and he releases a loud contented sigh. You do it again only to watch him shudder underneath you. You wrap your fingers around his length, slowly giving him a few good pumps, running your thumb over the tip when you come to it. With every swipe you make, he moans. You finally lower your lips down onto his tip, kissing it and then taking it into your mouth. You suck the tip, releasing it with a pop. He whimpers, bucking his hips up.
“You want more baby? Tell me.”
He says nothing at first, so you release his dick and move like you’re going to stand up.
“Please. More,” he shouts.
You giggle, moving your head to take his full length into your mouth. You allow your spit to gather around his skin. You grab onto the base of it, using your fingers to spread the saliva and precum all around his length. You begin to bob your head up and down, and Austin moans.
“Fuck, Y/N…uhhhh,” he breaths out and reaches down, tangling his hand into your hair. You pull back, glaring up at him.
“I said no touching. From now on, every time you touch me, I stop. Is that what you want?”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No, mommy.”
“That’s my good boy. Keep behaving and maybe you’ll get to cum soon.”
You return to his dick, taking the entire length and feeling it touching the back of your throat. You gag momentarily, pulling back with a string of spit sticking to his hard member. You giggle, glancing up at Austin. His bottom lip is white, stuck between his teeth. His hands are gripping hard onto his hair and his chest heaves up and down with lusty breaths. You give his dick one last slow, long lick, flicking your tongue off the top of his tip. You pull away and he whimpers, bucking his hips into the empty air above him. You stand and grab onto the tie around his wrists, stretching his arms all the way above his head. You lean down, whispering into his ear.
“Tell mommy what you want, baby. Say it. Beg for it.”
Austin whimpers under you, his eyebrows knitted above his gorgeous blue eyes. You smirk, dragging a finger up his length. He shudders underneath you with another whine.
“I’m not doing a thing until you tell me what you want,” you say. “You have to say it out loud. I wanna hear it.”
You drag another finger up his dick, circling it around the tip only once. The slimy precum spreads all around the head and you run your tongue over your teeth.
“Damn, baby, you’re so fucked out for me, aren’t you? Taste how bad you want me,” you say, bringing your finger up to his lips. You shove it between his teeth again and his tongue swirls around your finger to lick up his own juices. “Good. Now tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck, mommy,” he whines.
“Not good enough. Say the words.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck I want your pussy,” he says, jerking upright. You push him back down with equal force. “I want my dick in your tight wet pussy. I wanna fuck you so hard you see stars. I want your hips moving all around my dick, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
“Such a good boy, telling me exactly what you want. You followed my directions, so now you get the reward,” you lean down to whisper in his ear.
You let your breath tickle him and bite onto his earlobe before pulling away. Although your main objective has been to tease Austin this whole time, you’ve inadvertently been teasing yourself as well. Your pussy is throbbing, dripping wet for Austin’s dick. His beautiful, perfect length that you’ve been dreaming of and thinking about every day since he’d left. You slowly, agonizingly lower yourself onto him, using your hand to hold him steady. As soon as you descend onto his length, you and Austin both moan in unison.
“Fuckkk,” Austin breathes out, bucking his hips up.
“No moving. I’ll do all the work. You just lay there and be pretty, babe,” you say, slightly distracted by the intense pounding in your pussy as it adjusts to his length in you.
He leans back, his chest glistening with sweat as it heaves breaths in and out. You place your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you begin to move up and down on his hard dick. You arch your back as you come down, pushing yourself against him. With all the foreplay and teasing that you’d put yourself and Austin through, he slides in and out of you with ease.
“Fuck, Austin, you feel so good,” you growl. “So fucking good while you fill me up.”
“Ah, shit,” Austin breathes out, and you can see him clench his fingers and flex his hands in the restraints. “You ride me so good baby girl, fuck.”
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you baby boy. I know you do,” you moan out, increasing your speed.
As your pleasure grows, you start to ride him faster and faster, gradually taking more of his length into you with each thrust of your hips. Austin moans and groans, clenching his jaw and biting his lip. He starts to lean up and you push him back down, his back slamming against the couch. He whimpers with the force of the impact.
“No,” you say breathlessly. “No touching until you’re about to cum, do you hear me?”
“Yes mommy,” he replies, too aroused to bother putting up a fight.
You swirl your hips around Austin’s dick, the air filling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Austin’s muscles flex and relax over and over again, reacting to your movements. You reach up and wrap a hand around his throat again, pushing up at the sensitive nerves in the sides of his neck. As you move on him, you feel the pleasure growing inside of you. Your movements slow a little as you try to focus on the sensations in your lower stomach and pussy. Austin’s moans start to increase and his hips buck up and down against you. Your own moans grow higher and higher pitched as you grind on his hard dick.
“Fuck, mommy, fuck I’m gonna…ugh I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum,” Austin whines and you reach up to quickly untie his wrists.
Once he’s free, his hands immediately drop to your waist, gripping hard onto your hips and pulling your body up and down on his dick. You lean over him, bracing yourself on the couch as he takes one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking and biting on your sensitive nipple. You yelp, your back arching as your body starts to shudder with the strength of your orgasm. You feel Austin’s dick twitch inside you as he releases his hot cum into your pussy. As you come down from your own orgasm, you shake against him, feeling the sticky sweat on the underside of your knees.
The room grows quiet, filled only with the sound of your mixing breaths. You climb off of him, sliding onto the couch and trying to get ahold of your heartbeat. Austin’s fingers curl around yours, squeezing.
“Damn, Y/N,” Austin says quietly. “That was hot as fuck, baby.”
You glance over at him, appreciating how fucked out he looks. His sweaty hair is disheveled, ruffled, and stuck to his head with sweat. His whole body is glistening with sweat and hot to the touch. His cheeks are flushed and eyes are half-closed, lazy and glazed over with that post-sex euphoria. His muscles are still taught as he flexes to breathe and then relaxes to release the breath.
“See, aren’t you glad we tried something new.”
“God I missed you,” he says with a handsome smile. You lean over to kiss him sweetly on the lips, brushing his hair back with your fingers.
“I missed you too, Aus.”
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A Birthday Surprise
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler
Requested: yes - nonnies!
Prompt: It's your birthday, right? You're sure it is, but it's not like your boyfriend, Austin, to forget. He's been gone all day, and you're starting to get frustrated, until he returns with about a gazillion surprises for you.
TW: None!
Rating: Pg || Word Count: 3083
A/N: "mx" is a gender neutral term, so you can fill it in with whatever you identify as! this was gonna be a blurb originally but it really just went off haha 😂 you know it's funny that i write so much for a!elvis but also that all of my remaining requests for austin are smut 💀
🦋 mila
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It’s your birthday. Without a doubt, you are sure. You’ve checked the calendar at least three separate times. It’s definitely today. And although you know it, apparently your boyfriend, Austin, doesn’t.
He’d gotten up that morning, leaned over to kiss you on the cheek, and whispered a quick ‘I love you’ before exiting the apartment. You’d gone back to bed, assuming he was just going to pick up breakfast or something like that. But when you woke up at noon, having overslept something awful, to find him still gone you'd started to get worried. You’d texted him to ask if he was alright.
Good morning sleeping beauty! I’m just fine - running some errands. Be back soon! 💘
You shrug, a tiny smile forming as you wonder if he's picking up something special for your birthday. By the time you've finally dragged yourself out of bed, washed your face, and eaten some lunch, you just really want to relax for a few hours. You click on your favorite show and what starts as a plan to watch an episode or two quickly turns into a bingeing session that lasts until five p.m.
When the last episode of this season ends, you pull out your phone to check the time. You've been so engrossed in the show that you haven't been paying attention and have even forgotten that Austin isn't there. Now you're even more worried. It's been hours since he left this morning.
Just as you lift up your phone to give him a call, it suddenly hits you that you've spent your entire birthday sitting on the couch watching tv. Alone and without the person in the world who you love the most. You check your phone again, seeing no missed texts or calls from Austin and you suddenly feel infuriated with him.
You check his location, something you realize you could have done a lot earlier, and see that he's pulling onto the block. Convenient timing. With a clenched jaw, you angrily switch the tv off and stalk into the kitchen toward the chair closest to the door.
You tap your foot anxiously, your eyes drifting up to the clock on the wall in the kitchen. You heave a sigh, returning to your phone to mindlessly scroll. Your finger flicks up and down on the screen and with each motion, your heart sinks lower and lower. You clench your jaw again to hold back tears. You are not about to be a crying wreck when he comes into that apartment. You place your phone face-down on the counter and cross your arms over your chest.
You can't believe he forgot. Your own birthday. The most important day of the year and the love of your life forgot...
You're only waiting for a minute or two before you hear the door slamming and Austin's footsteps echoing in the hallway. You don't even wait for him to come into view before you lay into him.
"So where have you been all day?" you shout. "I guess you don't know what today is, do you? Huh? It's only the most important day of my life! The only day that matters considering the fact that I wouldn't exist without it!"
You mean to come out with a strong, commanding voice. But, instead, your throat hitches at the end of the sentence. Hot tears start to sting the corner of your eyes as you circle around the corner to confront him.
"I can't believe this, Austin. I can't believe you forgot. After everything that we-"
You stop short when you see him. He's standing in the doorway with a bunch of balloons, a box of chocolates, a stuffed animal, and about a hundred reusable shopping bags tucked under his arm.
"Oh...I-" you mutter, your eyes nervously glancing around as they try to take in and process what you're seeing.
He's staring at you with widened eyes and a hint of fear, maybe?
"Did you think I forgot your birthday?" he asks incredulously, gently dropping the bags down to come over to you. You shut your mouth, biting your tongue and letting a few of the residual tears drip down your cheeks. "Oh, baby, no. Of course, I didn't forget."
He reaches out and pulls you into a big hug, wrapping his strong arms around you. You nestle into his chest, breathing him in. He smells warm and familiar, like that strong spicy cologne he always wears. You reach up to wipe a few tiny tears that are trying to sneak out from your eyes. He releases you ever so gently, moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He gently brushes your cheek with his thumb.
"I could never, ever forget your birthday, baby," he says with a small grin. "It's the best day of the entire year because it's the day that you came into the world. Without this day, I couldn't be sitting here with you. With the love of my life."
You smile weakly, sniffing back a little booger that's racing toward the edge of your nostril.
"Well where were you all day?" you ask, sticking your lower lip out. "You left this morning and you've been gone all day, for hours. I spent the whole day alone, by myself."
"Oh I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean to be gone for that long. I should have texted you, and I apologize for that. But, I thought maybe you could take some time for yourself today. I'm so stupid. I didn't even think that you might be lonely. I was just thinking you might like some time to do whatever you wanted without me in the way. But that's completely my fault. I should never have been gone for so long. But, if it's any consolation, I was gone all day picking up everything I could possibly think of to make tonight the best night of your life."
"Picking up some things. Like what?" you ask, still playing the pouty face but feeling mostly better now.
"Well, why don't you take these..." he says, reaching behind him to fumble around in one of the shopping bags. He pulls out a little basket stuffed with all kinds of bath treats: bath salts, bath bombs, lotions, perfumes, face masks, anything you could possibly need for a spa-level bath. "...upstairs and enjoy a nice, hot bath. Go ahead and get yourself ready to go out, cause I have another surprise waiting for you."
He leans forward with a sexy smile resting on his face. His eyes flick down to your lips for a quick moment, and he grins. You place the basket on the couch beside you and lean forward, brushing your nose against his. You let your fingers trail onto his thighs, squeezing the skin, as you brush your lips against his plump ones. You feel him breathe in sharply and smirk against your lips. His hand drifts up and onto your neck, his fingers weaving themselves into your hair. He pulls your face firmly against his and you smile into the kiss. When you pull back, you reach over for the basket.
"I think I will. Thank you, baby. Care to join me?" you ask, biting your lip.
"More than anything, but I have birthday duties to attend to," he replies, pressing his lips against the corner of your mouth with a loud pop.
"Suit yourself," you say, excitedly hopping off the couch and bounding up the stairs.
You turn the water on in the tub and light some candles as the water flows into the basin. You drop some of the bath accessories in the tub and climb into the soothing water, closing your eyes and letting the comforting sensation of warm water flow over your skin. You catch your head nodding off to the side once or twice, but you jerk yourself awake each time. This bath is clearly working.
When the water finally grows cold, you hop out and dry off. You reach into the basket, fishing a familiar-looking bottle out from the objects. You smile and giggle as your fingers trace over the words of your favorite scent. Austin remembered. After applying the lotion all over, you walk into the bedroom with your towel loosely wrapped around your body.
Your eyes immediately lock onto some clothes laid out on the bed. Your already pleasant smile grows into a full-on grin as you approach the bed and lay your fingers on the fabric of a brand new pair of jeans. Your favorite cut and brand. Austin has also laid out a shirt in your favorite color and style as well as a pair of shiny white shoes. You have to admit that you're impressed. This is totally an outfit you'd buy yourself. You shrug the clothes on and finish getting ready before hopping down the stairs, in a vastly improved mood. You feel like you're glowing, almost radiantly, in all of your fresh scents and clothes.
When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you see Austin sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. You laugh out loud as your eyes take in the space next to him. On coffee table, he'd delicately and expertly arranged a stuffed bear with a little heart, a box of chocolates, your favorite candy, and three or four other surprises all wrapped up in shiny gold packaging.
"Oh Aus," you say, approaching him. He'd also changed into a nice pair of khaki pants and a black polo. You love him in black.
You walk into his arms and he drapes them across your lower back.
"This is so amazing," you continue. "I'm sorry I jumped on you earlier. I should have known that you'd never forget my birthday."
"No, I gave you every reason to think that I had. But I'm glad you like the surprise. I actually have one more that I think you'll like very much," he responds and you quirk an eyebrow. "Are you all ready to go?"
You nod enthusiastically, and he grins widely, taking your hand and grabbing the keys from his pocket. You climb into the car and he hands over the AUX, letting you pick whatever songs you want. You jam out wholeheartedly on the entire way to wherever it is that you're going.
After a short ride, Austin pulls into a parking space at a big warehouse-looking building that you've never seen before. You turn off the music, shooting him a confused expression.
"Where are we, Aus?"
"Come on," is all he says as he hops out and runs over to your side. He opens your door with a bow, gesturing for you to get out. "M'lady."
He takes your hand and you giggle as you step out of the car. He beeps the locks and takes you by the hand, leading you up to the door like a true gentleman. He opens it for you, and you step into a world of darkness.
"Um...Austin, what is this? I can't se-"
"Surprise!!!!"
You jump back and scream as the lights flare on and a chorus of loud voices shout at you. Your hand flies to your chest as you heave a few heavy breaths. Your eyes frantically flick around to see a bunch of people of all genders, ages and sizes cluttered into a small room. As your brain begins to work again and you start recognizing faces, you smile. It's a combination of your best friends, family members, coworkers, and pretty much anyone and everyone that you know.
Your mother approaches, holding out her arms.
"Hi honey! I hope we didn't scare you too badly, but we wanted to do something special for you this year," she says as you hug her tightly.
"Honestly, you scared me pretty bad there. But I'm so happy to see you all here! This is amazing! How long have you had this planned?"
"A few months now, but we couldn't have done anything without Austin," your mom replies, smiling at your boyrfriend. "He helped us set everything up and kept you busy and unsuspecting all day. He planned the entire party from top to bottom."
"Well I was definitely unsuspecting," you say, throwing a glance at Austin who just chuckles.
Your mom whisks you away before you even have a chance to thank everyone. She takes you around to show you the different things they have set up: a whole buffet with all your favorite foods, fresh and steaming; some games, like cornhole and various board games; there's even a photo station with little props.
Your cheeks begin to hurt from your smile as she totes you around to say hello to everyone at the party. By the time she's finally made her rounds with you, you're exhausted. You plop into a chair with a plate full of food and glance around for your boyfriend. Your eyes finally land on him and you smile warmly as you watch him talking with your parents. He nervously pulls at his fingers and bites his lip, his go-to nervous habit.
You make eye contact with him and offer a small but tired smile. He says something quickly to your parents before making his way over to you to pull up a chair next to you.
"How is my birthday mx doing?" he asks, taking your hand and rubbing small comforting circles on the skin.
"It's wonderful, Austin. All of it. I just can't thank you enough."
"Maybe there is one way you could thank me," he responds cheekily, a small mischievous smile spreading across his face. He starts to lean in and so do you.
"Hey, hey! Cousin Y/N, cousin Y/N! Look at my new dinosaur toy!"
You jerk back, turning to face your younger cousin, Max, who's waving a bright green dinosaur toy in your face. You chuckle and take the toy, pretending to inspect it.
"Wow! That's awesome, Max!"
Max turns to Austin, cocking his head before aggressively grabbing Austin's fingers.
"I wanna show you my collection," he says, pulling on Austin's hands You can see Austin's cheeks grow a little red as he tries to resist being pulled along. You giggle, quietly gesturing for him to follow Max. He shoots you a quick plea for help before he allows Max to drag him along.
Once he's been dragged away, you get to work on your food. You haven't realized how hungry you are until you're staring at an empty plate in front of you. You glance up when you're finished and chuckle to yourself when you see Austin sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the ground with Max and a few other of your cousins. He's leaning down with a sweet toothy smile on his face, hopping a tiny plastic dinosaur figure forward on the ground.
"Gather around everyone!!" your mom shouts, startling you. You haven't even realized that she was behind you. "It's time to cut the cake!!"
You throw your face into your hands, feeling heat creep into your cheeks as your mom slides a humongous cake in front of you. It's probably still not big enough to feed everyone in attendance but definitely the biggest cake you've ever seen. Your mom lights the candles on top and then everyone gathers in a circle and begins to sing.
You glance up at the people around you, smiling at the familiar loving faces. You lock eyes with Austin and your heart flutters, filled with a sense of complete contentment. The glow of the candles is casting a warm light on his face, and he looks so handsome in that black polo. He smiles sweetly at you, tilting his head ever so slightly. The singing stops and you take a deep breath to blow the candles out. Everyone claps and your mom cuts the cake.
You chat to your family and friends for about another hour as you all slowly make your way through the cake, Austin sitting next to you and rubbing circles on your back the whole time. Despite your mother's every attempt to get you to take the remaining food and cake home, you manage to make it out with only a few Tupperware containers full of leftovers.
You walk hand-in-hand with Austin and climb into the car together. You can't stop smiling as you drive home, and Austin must have noticed because he reaches over to place a warm hand on your thigh and squeeze it gingerly.
"Good night?" he asks, and you nod enthusiastically. You lean your head against the headrest, tilting it to glance at him.
"Austin, this is the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you. I'm sorry again that I doubted you. I never should have second-guessed your devotion to me. You really outdid yourself tonight."
He says nothing, only smiles and pouts his lips out to blow you a kiss. A few moments of comfortable silence pass before you speak up.
"So, how did it go with the cousins?" you ask chuckling.
Austin blows a breath of air, the force pushing his floppy hair up and down on his forehead. Your smile curls into your cheeks.
"It was nice," he says, squeezing your thigh. "I was nervous to meet your entire family, but I just wanted to show you how much you're loved. How many people's lives you've touched. It was a pleasure and an honor to entertain the cousins. Plus, I have to be honest, Max does have a pretty sweet dinosaur collection."
You laugh as Austin pulls into the driveway. He parks and runs over to your side again to help you out. You shake your head as you take his hand and hop down from the car.
"You don't have to do that every time, you know. The car's not even that far off the ground."
"Anything for the birthday mx."
You place your hand on the doorknob to go into your apartment but stop, turning back to glance at Austin.
"Are there any more surprises I should be worried about? Anyone gonna jump out at me if I open this door?"
Austin just smiles and takes a quick step toward you, laying his hands underneath your legs and swooping you up into his arms. You yelp, clutching onto his soft shirt. He holds you bridal style as he reaches for the door.
"There shouldn't be. But if there is, I'll protect you, love."
You laugh, nuzzling your head into his chest as he walks you both through the door.
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Rainy Days - Professor Butler Pt. II
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler
Requested: yes! - several of y'all asked for part 2 haha
Prompt: You've been seeing Professor Butler for several months now, and you're getting tired of all this sneaking around. Is he gonna grow a pair and commit or not? [ Fem!Reader ]
TW: None!
Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 4061
A/N: this is the ghost of mila since i'll be at a work event when this is posted lmao 👻
happy birthday to the sexiest man alive 2022 🥴🥴 i hope y'all enjoy part 2. also i did not know that Agnetha from ABBA was dead and i am...very sad about that
Read part one here!
🦋 mila
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You spritz yourself one last time with perfume before hectically grabbing the strap to your purse and blasting out the door. You’re running late to meet your…well, you aren’t really sure what he is to you. He’s everything and nothing at the same time. As far as everyone else is concerned, he’s professor to you. But in private, in the quiet moments when it’s just you and he, he’s so much more than that. Boyfriend, lover, friend with benefits. You aren’t sure what title fits your relationship best. And never have you used any of those words to describe him. Boyfriend is too formal, lover too sexual, and friend with benefits too distant. He is your…your Austin. That’s the only word that feels right to say. And as you glance at your watch, you realize just how late you are to meet him.
You sprint across the street and a car beeps at you. You throw up a hand and mutter a ‘sorry’ even though you know they can’t hear you. After you round the corner to get to a bridge, you stop and take a moment to collect yourself. You brush your hair back and push it into place, straighten your clothes, dab some sweat from your forehead. You take a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart that’s beating out of your chest, not from the sprint to the park but from the thought of getting to see him again. No matter how many times you do this, how many times you meet him for your - what’s become a weekly - walk through the park just off-campus, you never stop feeling like you’re sneaking around. You never stop getting that adrenaline rush that comes with doing something forbidden. Perhaps that’s because there is always a chance, just a small one, that someone will recognize the two of you together.
You smile as you approach your usual meeting place: a fountain in the middle of the park, a secluded area where you’ve never actually seen another person besides the two of you. Even from the back, you can tell the figure sitting on the bench is him, his gorgeous blonde curls reflecting the golden rays of afternoon sunlight. You peer over his shoulder to see a book flapped open on his lap, as usual, and bite your lip at how academic he is. How handsome he is just doing the thing he loves most. You always cherish these moments, and you’ve gotten very good at picking them up after pining after him in class for so long. These candid moments of him just…existing. You’ve never seen a man exist so charmingly before. You slink up behind him, making sure to be as quiet as possible, and throw your arms around his chest. You allow your lips to hover by his ear.
“Hi Aus,” you whisper in a low voice.
When his head jerks up from the words on the novel’s page, you can tell your surprise attack was successful. You take advantage of the distraction, running your fingers across the half-open flap of his dress shirt. He chuckles deeply and tilts his head back, a handsome smirk resting on his lips. He reaches up to remove his sunglasses, pushing the golden locks aside with the frames. His other hand moves to rest on your arm, stroking your skin with his thumb.
“Hey you,” he responds. “You’re late.”
“Fashionably,” you roll your eyes.
“You were never late to my class,” he counters.
“I would never disrespect the curriculum like that.”
He lifts your arms over his head, still holding onto them as he uses his thick thighs to push himself to stand. He turns, holding you out at arm's length to take you in. You’ve worn your favorite sundress today, one that you know makes your breasts look amazing. You know he’s noticed that when his eyes drop down to your breasts and then return to your eyes.
“What about this curriculum?” he asks, jerking you toward him. You crash into his chest and giggle, sliding your hands up the shirt and onto the nape of his neck, absentmindedly playing with the extra curly hair there. He leans down, gently brushing his lips against yours. You smirk against him, darting your tongue out to touch his lips before you lean back.
“Oh, I prefer the internship portion of this curriculum. You know, the practicum component where I get to put my skills to work.”
He smirks before pulling you taut against him and crashing his mouth down onto yours. He slips his tongue between your lips, wet and warm as it traces figures along your sensitive skin. You moan into his mouth, your fingers crawling their way into his hair. His hands slip to your ass and he hoists you up onto his hips, walking backward until your back hits what you assume to be the trunk of a tree. You moan again as his hips press into yours. You bite onto his bottom lip, pulling it out and he groans in response before releasing your lips.
“You’ve been studying, baby,” he growls, breathless. “A+.”
You just smirk and hop down. He intertwines his fingers into yours, spinning you around to his side. He snatches his book up, and you start on the path that you’ve trodden so many times before. You both know it by heart now, so you can focus your whole attention on each other.
“What are you reading, Aus?” you ask, gesturing to the book.
“Agnetha Faltskog - The Girl With the Golden Hair.”
He flips the book to show you the cover depicting a beautiful blonde woman. You smile.
“Who’s that?”
“She was one of the members of ABBA. Unfortunately, she died not too long ago, so I wanted to read more about her. It’s very interesting so far.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I love ABBA.”
“They’re one of my favorites. They were certainly a talented group and they produced tons and tons of hits.”
“Enough for two movies and a musical,” you reply with a chuckle, and he laughs. “Hey…”
You stop, glancing down a path that you both gloss by every time you take this walk. You point toward it, pulling on his arm.
“Why don’t we go this way?”
Austin shrugs and redirects his steps to go down the path you’ve chosen. You get back to talking about ABBA and what he’s reading. Then, you talk about what you’re reading and doing. You trudge along the path, making conversation until you start to hear noises in the distance. Your eyes tear themselves away from Austin’s for the first time in a while to notice that you’re approaching a clearing in the woods.
As you emerge into the clearing, the sounds of old 80s music and roller skates on wood flood into your ears. An outdoor roller rink. You smile and point. Austin nods but as you take a step closer you feel him release your fingers and, just out of the corner of your eye, you watch as he shoves his hand into his pocket. For some reason, a sense of embarrassment seeps into your chest.
He does this frequently. Whenever you’re out in public where other people might see you, actually. You know that Austin lives in constant fear of being found out and tattled on by a student or a faculty member. So far, you’ve accepted and lived with it since you understand the risk it poses to his career. But you won’t lie and say that it doesn’t bother you. Actually, as you walk toward the rink to look closer, your brain starts to run through all the times he’d released your fingers, distanced himself from you, he even acted like he didn’t know you on one risky close encounter. It’s a bit embarrassing for you, especially since you’re sure that anyone can see the adoration you hold for him on your face. As you step up to the rink, you’re starting to get a little pissed off, actually. You glance over at him to see a dumb smile playing on his lips as if everything is just dandy. In the afternoon light of the day, he looks so handsome.
But you kinda wanna punch him in the face right now. You should be able to grab his face and kiss him, snuggle underneath his arm, hold his hand. You’re basically a couple…aren’t you? Suddenly, your body is overwhelmed with the need to know if what you feel for him is returned. Until this moment you haven’t questioned it, but now…
Your fingers dance along the banister and onto his fingers. You grab at them, but he snakes them away and shoots you a look like a parent would to a disobedient child. You clench your jaw and then try again, this time sliding your entire body in front of him. He steps back, away from you, and shakes his head.
“Don’t do that.”
You can tell by his tone and body language that he’s starting to get irritated. Good. You smirk, your fingers traveling to his belt loops and hooking into them to yank him against you.
“What? I just wanna be close to you. Don’t you wanna be close to me?”
You press your chest into his and drop your hands to his pelvis, curving them ever so close to his crotch. He sighs deeply, moving his fingers to your shoulders and attempting to push you off of him. But you stay clinging to him, refusing to be removed.
“Come onnnnnn. Just one little kissie. No one will even notice.”
He falters for a moment, and you can practically see the conflict in his eyes, a mixture of disappointment and temptation. He wants you, you can tell, but he doesn’t know if he should take you. Although your heart is racing with the embarrassment of your actions, you’re just so tired of hiding. You could never say it out loud, but you’re pretty sure that you’re in love with this man. You’re not expecting a marriage proposal or anything like that but just some recognition would be nice. You just want to flaunt him, show the whole world that he’s yours.
You hook your finger into the belt loop of his pants and yank him harder against you as your other hand pulls down on his neck. You strain your own neck upward, pushing your chin out to try desperately to connect your lips to his. He begins to move down toward you, but his head jerks back harshly and hands fly to your wrists, sternly removing them from his body. He pushes you back, holding you at arm's length again.
“No. I’ve told you no before. We just can’t do it. It’s inappropriate. That was the deal when we first got together. I told you that we wouldn’t be able to tell anyone, at least not until you graduate in May. I’m sorry, but I can’t risk either or both of us getting into trouble with the university.”
You stare up at him, the unfeeling coldness in his eyes making your fingers clench into fists at your sides. As you calculate your next movement, splats of chilling rain begin to fall onto your skin. You aren’t completely sure what overcomes you, but you find yourself reaching out and firmly shoving his chest. He stumbles back a few steps, his eyes widening and mouth popping open with shock.
“How can you treat me like this?” you shout. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t like sneaking around and hiding? Did my feelings ever even cross your mind?” You know that what you’re saying is bullshit, but you say it anyway. “No, I’m sure they didn’t. You don’t want us to get in trouble with the university? Us, Austin? Or you?? Don’t think I haven’t heard the gossip that you’re up for tenure already. God forbid the university board should find out that you’re having an affair with me. Bye-bye tenure. That’s the real reason isn’t it?”
“Don’t be petty, Y/N. Of course that’s not the reason. But I just can’t go around shouting to the world that I’m fucking a student,” he spits back.
“So that’s all I am to you, then? Just some student you’re fucking?? I’m just some kind of sugar baby to you, is that it? Someone to pass the time with, something to use?”
“No!” he yells back, taking a step forward so that he’s towering over you. You stick your neck out, challenging him.
“Then what the hell am I to you?”
“Y/N…”
“No, answer my question. What am I to you? Am I your girlfriend or not?”
He says nothing, and you can tell that he’s trying to contain his emotions in the presence of the other people around, some of which could be faculty or students.
“Answer. Me. Austin.”
He stays quiet, his eyes flicking around to take in all the bystanders who are beginning to notice your little quabble thanks to the volume of your voice.
“Fucking answer the question, Austin!” you yell even louder, reaching out to shove him again. “Just say it. Say I’m your girlfriend. Say it!”
“You’re not my girlfriend!!”
His sudden shift in tone shocks you, and you feel heat crawling into your cheeks as you glance around at all the observers watching your drama go down. When you glare back at his eyes, they flash with a moment of concern and guilt. He says nothing and realization begins to dawn on you.
“Whatever. You know what, I don’t care. I’m leaving. Don’t contact me, and I’ll drop your stupid class. Goodbye, Professor Butler. I hope you enjoy your tenure.”
You spin on your heel too quickly for him to respond. You know that nothing you’ve said is true nor does it make any logical sense. But you are so infuriated, so frustrated, so enraged that you just want to be anywhere but next to him. The rain begins to fall harder. And harder. And harder. The drops are freezing cold and you find it ironic. The timing. It’s almost as if you have started the downpour that’s ensuing.
In a matter of moments, what are just a few raindrops pitter-pattering here and there turn into a full-fledged shower. You cross your arms over your chest, shivering as your skin and dress start to soak through. You trudge through the grass which is quickly becoming a muddy mess, not caring what you might look like. You’re pretty sure you’re crying but with the raindrops trickling down your cheeks, you can’t be sure. Just as you’re about to cross the street, you feel someone’s hand on your arm. Whirling around with rage, you raise your arm to strike whatever is clutching onto you.
Austin’s open palm wraps around your wrist to stop it from colliding with his perfect face. You cower as soon as you make eye contact with him, immediately recognizing the fury in his face. His grip on your wrist is firm but not painful.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growls, and you’re thrown back to all the times in the past few months that you’ve been with Austin. The times that he’d fucked your brains out with eyes like that. The first time that you’d slept together, when he had asked you that exact same question.
“Going back to my dorm so I can get drunk off my ass and update my Tinder profile,” you say, half-joking and maybe half-not.
“Y/N, don’t be like this. Why can’t you just understand? I need this job.”
“Do you? Do you need it more than you need me? Cause if so, then I guess all this bullshit in the past few months has been for nothing.”
You try to pull away, but his hand snakes onto your waist, pulling you against him.
“I need it because of you, don’t you understand? I want to be able to help you! Your student loans, your books, food! Whatever you need. I want to be able to provide for you!”
You have to admit that the sentiment makes your heart flutter for a moment, but you push that feeling down. You’re enjoying the power of your anger too much and making him feel guilty is way too fun.
“You don’t need to provide for me,” you shout. “That’s why I’m getting a fucking college degree. So I can provide for myself.”
You turn to stalk away but whirl back around when something occurs to you.
“So that is it, then? I am just some kind of sugar baby to you. You disgust me.”
This time around, with the combination of your rage and impatience, you’re strong enough to rip away from his grasp. You stomp quickly across the wet sidewalk, splashing puddles of muddy and dirty water up onto your legs.
“You’re not my fucking sugar baby,” suddenly Austin is right next to you. Damn his long legs. You try to speed up, but this is pretty much the fastest you can physically walk and you just have no chance against Austin’s lanky figure. He’s matching your pace with every step.
“Then why won’t you say that I’m your girlfriend? Make up your mind, Austin. I can’t keep sneaking around and waiting for you to accept me. To be proud of me. To show me off. It’s embarrassing to have to tell everyone I’m single when I’m not. I’m embarrassed that you don’t want to show me off. Is there something wrong with me? What, am I not good enough for your hoity-toity professor friends?”
“No. That’s not it. You’re very, very bright and an amazing person. We both know that-”
“Then why? Why won’t you accept me? Why do we have to continue to hide? I hate this. I hate lying to my parents, my friends, the people who are closest to me. Because you know what?? I want to tell them. I want to tell everyone. I want everyone to know. I lo…I like you so much. So so much, and I can’t tell anyone about it! No one!”
You’re definitely crying now. At this point, you’ve both stopped in the middle of the street. Your fists are splayed out behind you to offset the force of your screams. You’re breathing heavily, between the fast walking, the crying, the freezing rain shaking your body, and the anger. Shockingly, not a single car is passing by on either side of the street. You should probably move and that thought crosses your mind for a quick second, but lord knows you’re too stubborn to move before he does.
“And you think it doesn’t kill me? Not to tell anyone about you? Not to show you off? Goddamn it, Y/N/, you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known. You’re beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous, the hottest person I’ve ever seen. You’re ethereal, it’s unreal. And you’re funny and quirky and quick-witted. And so smart and sure of yourself. You’re so talented and everything about you makes my heart race. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, but I cannot ruin your life. I will not ruin our lives like this. I need the job so I can…”
He hesitates, suddenly realizing how many confessions he’s just spat at you. Your heart is thudding against your chest so loud that it’s drowning out the sounds of the harsh rain on the rooftops of the buildings along the street. You don’t know what to do. He loves you. He’s said it. Officially.
But he needs the job so he can…what??
“So you can what?” you ask, your eyes flicking between his.
A moment of tense silence passes between you as you wait for him to answer your question. You take a step forward, leaning your head up to gaze into his deep blue eyes. You raise your hand to his face, brushing a thumb over the slick cheek covered in cold rain. You watch as a few drops of water roll off his plump parted lips and you want more than anything to suck all the drops up. To taste the water on him.
Just as he’s about to answer, you jump at the sound of a loud beep. You glance to the side to see a black sedan racing toward you. Austin instincitvely pulls you against him, spinning around so that his back is facing the oncoming traffic. His arms slide under your armpits and lift you up so that you’re hovering above the ground. He walks forward onto the sidewalk. The car drives past with a beep, the window barely rolled down as the driver angrily shouts obscenities at you.
You continue to walk backward, pulling Austin underneath an awning on the nearest building. You press your back against the brick wall, absentminedely sticking your tongue out to catch a drop of water falling off your nose. He slides in next to you and you both try to catch your breaths.
“So you can what?” you ask.
“What?”
“You were saying that you…you need the job so you can something, but you didn’t finish.”
“Oh…it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you in some kind of trouble?” you ask, reaching to grab his hands. “Maybe I can help. Is something wrong?”
“No, no. It’s nothing like that,” he gazes into your eyes and then chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s…just some dumb idea I had.”
“What? You can tell me. Anything.”
He glances up at you again, and you can tell he’s weighing his options.
“Well…it’s stupid, but I was just saying that…I need the job to start saving for a…ring…”
Your breath catches in your throat and with the wet air and rain dripping down your face you start to cough. You bend over at the waist, coughing your lungs up as Austin rubs your back soothingly.
“Woah, woah, baby girl. Deep breaths, honey, deep breaths.”
“A…ring?” you sputter. “Like a…like a wedding ring?”
“No, no!” he holds his hands out in front of him with wide eyes. “Dear god no. I may be older, but I’m still way too young to be ready for marriage. No, I just thought that…well maybe you could wear it and think of me. And that could kind of show people that you’re taken.”
“So…like a promise ring?”
“Uh…yeah, like a promise ring, I guess.”
You watch the Adam’s apple in his throat bob up and down as he gulps nervously. You bite your lip to keep the smile from spreading too widely across your face.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I do want to show you off. I really do. I just truly don’t want you to get in trouble. The university has a very strict policy about this kind of stuff, even if it is consensual. And more than that, I want to be able to provide for you if I ever get the chance to. I know it’s crazy to think this far in the future since we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months, but…like I said out there. Y/N, I’ve never loved anyone as much as I’ve love you, baby.”
His hand reaches up to cup your cheek and you lean into his touch.
“I just wanna make everything good for you. Like I told you before, this won’t be easy, but I’ll take care of you. And maybe…maybe we can head up to my parent’s house this weekend. They’re hosting a dinner with some of their old friends and they invited me. I wasn’t gonna go so that I could stay here and spend time with you, but maybe I can bring you along.”
A huge smile spreads across your face. You raise yourself up on your tip-toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He kisses you back and you can feel the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile. When you pull back, you nudge his nose with yours.
“I love you, too. And I would love to go.”
“Alright. Let’s do it. But in the meantime, let’s get you inside before you freeze to death,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and guiding you toward the corner of the sidewalk. “I like you wet but not like this.”
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Character/Fandom: Austin Butler (Vampire!Austin)
Requested: nope
Prompt: He's horrifying, terrifying, evil. A blood-sucking monster. But a monster who happens to be extremely alluring and drop-dead gorgeous. A monster whose very existence has TEMPTED you into doing the unthinkable.
TW: Blood, mentions of death
Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 6787
A/N: Someone tell me why the FUCK this man in the middle pic looks EXACTLY like Austin???? It's not him - idk who it is I found it on Pinterest - but I'm kinda !!!!
Part one of the Supernatural Series. See all three parts by checking out my #SupernaturalSeries tag.
🦋 mila
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You lift your neck up as you observe your face in the mirror. Without even looking, your fingers reach down and latch onto the diamond necklace that was gifted to you. You raise it onto your neck and hold it up to the skin, imagining what it will look like when it’s fastened securely around your throat. The choker is intricately designed and expertly engineered with a beautiful deep red ruby set in the center of two silver bat wings.
You jump in your seat as you hear scratching by your window. You rush over to it, unfastening the curtains and pulling them apart. You yelp in shock as a little black object floats around in circles, bouncing against the window pane. Releasing a relieved breath, you unlatch the lock and open the window. It's a bat with something rather large in its mouth. It drops the object onto the window sill before taking off into the orange autumn sky. You chuckle and reach down to pick up the letter and package that the bat delivered. You bite your lip in excitement as you immediately recognize the elegant black cursive script on the envelope.
My Life, it reads.
You relatch the window and flop on your bed to open and read the letter. The familiar deep red seal closes the back with the symbol of a wilted rose. His family stamp After ripping the envelope open and pulling out a piece of parchment, your eyes read down the page.
My dearest Y/N,
I require your presence this evening at the mansion. I expect you to arrive promptly around nine in the evening, dressed in the garment which I have enclosed in this package. You know how I like your makeup and hair.
And lest you forget the jewels I gifted you last week. They should match wonderfully with the dress I have procured for our rendezvous this evening.
You know where I am. As always, I shall be awaiting your arrival and shall not breathe easily until we are together again.
Your love in eternity,
Aus x
You giggle to yourself at the contents of the letter. Austin has no issue speaking like someone who lives in the twenty-first century, but he likes to pretend that he’s still stuck in the 1800s whenever he writes you letters. You carefully refold the letter and then place it back into the envelope to save it along with all the others you’d received.
Taking the soft package, you untie the red ribbon and use the strings to open the leather pouch. You pull out a long burgundy velvet dress and fluff it up so that you can take a look at it. You hold it in front of yourself by the floor-length mirror and smile as you slide your fingers along the soft fabric.
Glancing behind you at the clock, you see that it’s already approaching seven o’clock, which means you have less than two hours to get ready and drive over to the mansion if you’re going to arrive on time. You immediately start getting ready, preparing your makeup and hair the way you know he likes it: a bold red lip and your hair off your neck and shoulders. You accessorize using the diamond necklace, a few matching bracelets, and a pair of delicate diamond earrings - all items which Austin had gifted you over the years you’ve had this little arrangement.
You pull the dress on as carefully as possible and smile to yourself as you evaluate your figure in the mirror. As usual, the dress is absolutely beautiful. It hugs your frame in all the right places and the color looks magnificent with your skin tone. It shimmers in the light when you move and it has a classy leg slit that makes you look tall and lean. Just as you pin your hair into place, your phone rings from its place beside the bed. Rushing over, you see your best friend’s name on the caller ID and answer.
“Hey what’s up?”
“Hi, I was just calling to see if you wanted to do something tonight?” they say.
“Oh, I’d love to but I’m sorry I can’t. I’m actually on my way out to see Austin tonight,” you respond as you carefully and expertly position pins to secure your hairstyle.
“Again? Didn’t you just see him last week?”
“Well, yeah, but I’m going again tonight.”
“I still don’t fully understand what your relationship is with this man. Isn’t he basically just your sugar daddy?”
You pause and heave a sigh. It’s actually quite difficult to explain your relationship with Austin. You can’t tell anyone the truth, anyway, because it would put him at risk. If they believed you, that is. Most people would probably just judge you for lying and making up some ridiculous story to cover for the fact that you basically have a sugar daddy.
Austin is…a being that many people don’t believe exists. And if they did believe in his existence, they would be terrified and utterly frightened of him. He would probably be killed on the spot if they could really see him. Even though Twilight revolutionized vampire appreciation, they're still considered to be fantastical beings by most sane people.
“Not…exactly. I just go over every couple of weeks to keep him company. He cooks dinner and we just talk or watch movies and stuff. He doesn’t get out much so it’s all just to keep him connected to the world.”
“It literally sounds like you’re visiting a nursing home, Y/N. But let’s not forget about the part where he literally pays you with jewelry every single day for having sex with him.”
“Excuse me, we have never had sex, actually! And it is not every day! He sends me something one time a week and he isn’t paying me. He’s just very rich and has no use for the money, so I think it makes him feel good to send me things. He’s just showing his gratitude. I think it really means a lot to him that I take the time to visit him.”
“Is this man married? Why doesn’t he leave the house? How old even is he?”
You bite your lip to keep from laughing at your friend’s questions. How old is he…what a loaded question that you couldn't even answer seriously if you wanted to.
“He’s old enough to be more mature than any man either of us has ever dated. No, of course, he’s not married. And he doesn’t leave the house because he…can’t really go out. He has a…condition that prevents him from going outside.”
“Mhm,” they sound unconvinced and sigh before continuing. “Okay, well, whatever. It’s not my life. But just let me know when you’re back for the night, okay? I hate the thought of you hanging out at that creepy ass mansion up on the hill with a mysterious agoraphobic sugar daddy who pays you in the ugliest jewelry I’ve ever seen.”
“It is not ugly! I like it!”
“Okay sorry, sorry! Seriously, though, let me know when you get there safely and when you get home.”
“I’ll do my best. But you have nothing to worry about. We trust each other and I know he’s a good man. Thanks for checking on me and we can meet up tomorrow. Margaritas?”
Your friend laughs on the other line.
“Sounds like a plan. Okay, I gotta go cause Jasper’s throwing a fit,” she says, referring to her newborn baby. “But I’ll text you about tomorrow. Love ya!”
“Love you,” you repeat before hanging up.
You stick one last pin into your hair and double-check your appearance. You smile. Wearing the things Austin sends you always makes you feel absolutely gorgeous and breathtaking. You aren’t totally sure why, but you always feel your sexiest when you’re wearing something you know he likes.
You would never tell any of your friends but over the last four years, you’ve fallen terribly in love with Austin. Not that it would ever work considering…but still, you can’t stop the emotions from pumping through your heart every time you lay eyes on him. With a deep breath, you shrug on your coat and grab your keys, slamming the door to your apartment behind you. Now that the sun has set, the air is chilly as it blows through the deep blue night. You climb into your car and flip the lights on, preparing for the long drive that you’ve memorized.
It’s not a particularly pleasant drive as it requires you to go up and down dark hills and around tight turns and dangerous bends without any railings or road precautions. Not to mention that you have to use your high beams virtually the entire time since there’s almost no light to be seen the entire way. Perhaps the most annoying and scary portion of the drive involves a veer off into the pitch-black woods and up a path that is existent only to the people who already know it's there. Thanks to Austin on that one.
Fortunately, you don’t run into any issues this time and the sky remains mostly clear for your journey. As usual, you don’t pass a single other car on the haunting road up to the ancient mansion. It’s not surprising considering the fact that nothing lies at the end of the road other than the mansion itself. But you still breathe a sigh of relief as you pull up the long cobblestone drive toward the makeshift garage in the back. You park and flip down the mirror to check your makeup once again.
Satisfied with your appearance, you text your friend to let them know you made it safely and then step out to make your way up to the front door. You pry the vase on the front porch up and grab the heavy metal skeleton key from underneath it. Before opening the door, you pause to admire the stained glass roses which are fashioned on the door. Although the entire mansion is beautiful, these stained glass windows are your personal favorite. You’ve never seen anything like them anywhere else in the world. You insert the key and turn it without issue, the grating of metal against metal signaling that the key is working. You push the door open and replace the key before shutting it quietly.
“Austin! I’m here,” you shout and listen back as the echo surrounds you.
As normal, you admire the mansion’s entryway while you wait for Austin. You know more about the house than anyone other than Austin. That was the main topic of conversation the very first time you met him here at the house. He’d told you about it's history.
“Le Manoir D'argent. The Silver Mansion, as it was called, was constructed in 1845 for a young duke and his wife. They had moved to America for better work opportunities. Tragically, she was murdered in the house when thieves broke in to steal some of the couple’s famous artwork. After she died, the duke returned to France, and the mansion was sold to a local banker and passed down from there. It fell into my uncle’s hands and I inherited it from him.”
The large entryway has a winding staircase with a balcony that overlooks the space and disappears into two hallways upstairs. On either side of the ground floor, there are two hallways that lead to different sections of the house. The floor is made of gorgeous Italian marble, creating a black and white checkerboard print. The walls throughout the house are covered in deep red, green, and blue wallpaper with mahogany wooden boarding lining the bottoms and tops. With its vaulted ceilings, the entryway itself feels three times as large as it actually is. Although the lighting is dim in most areas, the mansion doesn’t feel haunted or eerie at all. Actually, it feels rather cozy and warm. Austin keeps it exceptionally clean.
Your favorite detail in this room is the large portrait of the mansion’s master which hangs right beside the door. You step toward it and smile as you admire it. It’s done in the style of a renaissance portrait, with Austin wearing a fashionable black tuxedo and a red shirt underneath. Your eyes always gravitate toward his in the painting, glinting golden underneath his blonde, sandy curled locks. As you take a step closer, you tilt your head and notice something you’ve never seen before. In the painting, he’s holding a necklace or a pocketwatch…something silver in his hands. You are about to examine it further but Austin’s voice interrupts you.
“Y/N! It’s so good to see you,” he says excitedly.
You turn and smile happily at him as he approaches you and takes your hands in his. His fingers are always deathly cold but it doesn’t bother you one bit. He’s dressed very handsomely and your eyes immediately drop down to the skin on his chest that’s peeking through his partially-unbuttoned dress shirt. It’s blue, your favorite color on him, and pairs well with the black dress pants he's wearing. The sleeves to the top are already rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms.
He pulls you toward him, winding his arms around your body and pulling you against him. You rest your arms on his back and inhale his scent. Despite having been dead for almost two hundred years, he doesn’t smell it. Instead, he smells of musk and something warm and sweet like vanilla or cinnamon. It’s intoxicating and you find your eyelashes fluttering closed.
“I’ve missed you,” you whisper against the skin of his cheek and you can feel him release a content sigh. He releases you and holds you at arm's length so he can get a good look at you.
“Gorgeous, as always. How do you like the dress, darling?” he asks, offering you his elbow. You take it with a smile and allow him to lead you into the dining room.
“It’s absolutely beautiful, Austin. Thank you so much for gifting it to me. You know that you don’t have to send something every time we spend time together, right? Just being with you is gift enough for me.”
He leads you to your usual chair and pulls it out for you. As gentlemanly as always. You slide into the seat as gracefully as you can while he responds.
“It’s of no consequence to me,” he waves his hand dismissively. “You know that I have centuries of savings stored up, waiting to be spent on something. Why not spend it on you, the person who makes me happiest on this earth?”
He takes his seat at the head of the table, just to your right. You shrug and nod, not having any reason to argue with that. The plate that sits in front of you is steaming. You lift the silver lid and take a deep sniff. A smile spreads across your face.
“Oh, Austin, my favorite. It smells delicious,” you say and grab onto your utensil.
You’re actually quite hungry and the food smells so, so good. You spoon some into your mouth and close your eyes in pleasure at the wonderful familiar taste. Despite not eating very much human food, Austin is a wonderful cook and always has his kitchen stocked with your favorite snacks for when you visit.
“It’s wonderful,” you assure him and he smiles warmly, relaxing in his chair.
He brings his hand up to his lips, running a finger over his bottom lip as he watches you eat. Your eyes drop momentarily down to his place to see nothing there, as usual. The first time you’d visited, he’d eaten the same meal as you but each time after he’d refrained. He explained that vampires are capable of eating human food, it just doesn’t agree with their digestive system or do much anything to keep them healthy and alive.
Blood, of course, is the main staple of their diet and, as most people know nowadays, vampires prefer human blood over any other kind of blood. Although Austin sustains himself on animal blood, every vampire must drink human blood every so often to remain alive. Austin generally takes to the streets in small rural towns around the area for a full meal every now and then. He explained that he usually picks criminals or elderly people and does his best to stay away from young and healthy individuals. And he never, ever feeds on children.
The dining room is dimly lit with an exquisitely ornate crystalline chandelier that casts light in rainbow colors across the room. Here in more lighting, you start to notice how drawn and stretched Austin looks. Your eyes travel to his golden blonde hair, pulled back in a fashionable ponytail with a few strands swinging freely to frame his face. They follow down to his sparkling golden eyes, which look a bit greyer than normal, as does his normally pale white skin. He appears ashen, his cheeks caved into his skin more than you remember. But his jaw still cuts dramatically across his face, and his pink lips are as plump and elegant as ever. He’s still as handsome as the day you first met him. You smile as you scoop another spoonful of food into your mouth.
“Austin…in the portrait in the entryway, what are you holding? That little silver necklace? What is it?”
Austin’s eyes flick up to you and he clenches his jaw. You lean back, away from him, suddenly worried that you’ve said something wrong. Your eyes flick down to his fist which is clenched on the tabletop. His eyes follow your gaze and he releases his fingers with a sigh.
“It…belonged to my sister.”
You shake your head and lean back in. This is news to you.
“You had a sister?”
“Yes. Her name was Ashleigh,” he replies, nodding slowly. “She died when I was young.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. What was she like?”
You watch for a moment in silence as his eyes flick back and forth on the black lace tablecloth in front of you. When he lifts his gaze to yours, he looks even more drawn and you can see the emotion clear on his face.
“Have I ever told you how I became a vampire?”
You pause for a moment to think and then shake your head.
“No, actually. I don’t think you have.”
He nods, almost solemnly and then intertwines his fingers on top of the table.
“My sister, Ashleigh, and I grew up in Normandy, on the coast of France. We lived in a wealthy family, although she always had dreams of coming to America. She met a man whom my mother and I did not approve of. But my father, with the final say, blessed their union and they were married. I remember always thinking that he was a very strange man, always pale and never very pleasant. But she loved him with her entire being and her whole heart. Anyway, she moved to America with him and they purchased a house, a mansion. He was a duke, extremely wealthy, and they were doing very well here. I came to visit, in the hopes that I would secure a job in the states. I have told you how magnificent the art collection here was, haven’t I?”
You nod and he continues.
“Do you remember the story of the art thieves that I told you? That they descended upon the house at night and killed the duchess in cold blood?”
“Yes, Duchess Butuiller. What does she have to…oh god”
“Duchess Butuiller, Ashleigh Butuiller, was my sister. I grew up with the name Agustin and only adopted the name Austin in the twentieth century. But those thieves…they weren’t thieves at all. They were hunters of my kind.”
“Was your sister…?”
“No, thank god. She was spared this fate that I wasn't. I was up late, reading in the library when they came into the house. I caught them. I tried to stop them but there were too many. I was stabbed in the chest and I…I have no memory of what passed until I woke up the next day as the creature I am today. The duke was who they were searching for. The bastard allowed my sister to be killed but to save my life, he turned me. Why he saved me I'll never understand. But it was he who turned me into this monster, this bloodsucker.”
A few moments of silence pass before you gather the courage to ask another question.
“Where is the duke now?”
“I have no idea and I’d like to keep it that way. After he explained what he’d done to me, he released the house to my ownership and left. I don’t know where he went or why, but if he were ever to come back here, I would end his life. No matter what it took.”
Silence settles again and you gulp as you reach up to place your hand on top of his. He averts your eyes but you can see the shimmering glint of a tear as he breathes heavily through his emotions.
“Should we move into the living room, now? It’s more comfortable in there," you suggest to ease the tension.
Austin nods and offers a small smile before rising to his feet. You notice him sway for a quick moment but he regains his balance quickly and holds out his hand for you to take. You place your fingers into his and stand. As soon as you take a step toward the living room, Austin wavers, slamming his hand onto the table for support.
“Austin!” you shout, moving to slide your arms underneath him and help support him.
He hisses and shakes his head, heaving a frustrated breath.
“Goddamn it,” he mutters under his breath, releasing your arms from his torso.
He moves to take another step but falters again, reaching for his head. You catch him and slowly but carefully drag him into the next room. You help him onto the loveseat and sit beside him, your fingers resting on top of his hand.
“How long has it been since you’ve…eaten?”
“I’m fine.”
“Austin,” you say disappointed. “How long has it been since you last fed?”
“A few days, maybe. I don’t know, Y/N.”
You sigh and angle your head down to better observe him. He looks awful, thin and blanched, and, most of all, tired.
“Well, you look terrible. You need to eat. Do you have any blood in the fridge?”
“No.”
“What about upstairs somewhere?”
“No.”
“Okay, well maybe I could run down to the pet store and-”
“Stop!” he suddenly shouts, whirling to glare at you.
You clamp your lips together and look at him, shocked into suppression. His angry expression immediately melts and his shoulders round in defeat.
“I’m fine, I already told you. Besides, I don’t need animal blood. I need…” his eyes flick toward you, dragging up and down your frame.
You gulp under his gaze. You and he have engaged in a variety of activities but sex and feedings are two areas you both avoid. Sure, you've allowed him to trail his teeth up and down your skin and even give you a little taste of what it would feel like to be bitten. You’ve even passingly offered for him to feed on you before, but he’s always denied your proposal. Every single time, without fail. He refuses to bring his teeth anywhere near you when he’s hungry for human blood. It's just too dangerous.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, lowering the strap of your dress onto your shoulder and brushing the few strands of hair on your neck out of your way, to expose your skin to him completely.
“Feed on me,” you say as confidently as you can, although your heart is pounding painfully in your chest.
Austin’s head snaps up and he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. He says nothing although his eyes search your figure.
“Feed on me,” you repeat. “You need to eat and I know you can feed without turning me. So…I’m offering.”
Austin’s expression suddenly changes and he laughs. His eyes squeeze shut and he leans back against the loveseat, clutching his stomach.
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?” you ask, suddenly offended. You can’t place why but the thought of him not wanting your blood makes you angry. “Am I not good enough for you?”
The amusement falls from Austin’s face once again and he stares dryly at you.
“Y/N, we’re not doing this,” he says firmly, his lips pressed into a straight line. You scoff and cross your arms over your chest.
“Austin, stop being so stubborn! You practically passed out on the way in here. You need to eat,” you insist, gesturing toward your shoulder.
“No. Stop it now.”
“What the hell is wrong with you? I’m offering-”
“Y/N, stop!”
“Are you afraid of turning me or-”
“Stop.”
If you weren’t so wrapped up in your anger, you would have noticed the way Austin’s long fingernails begin to dig into the pillow beside him. But you’re so inspired by your anger and frustration and concerned with his health that you continue to insist that he feed on you.
“If you would just trust me, then-”
Your breath catches in your throat as Austin’s fingers wrap harshly around your wrists. Before you can even process what’s happening, he’s slammed you back into the wall of the living room. His hands are holding your wrists hostage against the wall as he towers over you. You wince at the pain of his fingers around your arms. When you stare up into his eyes, your heart begins to beat faster. Your breath grows shaky with fear. His eyes are red. Not a little red, or in the process of changing red. They are red, a deep, sinister color almost as dark as your dress. He stares down at you with his almost black eyes, nostrils flared and fangs bared. You freeze under his touch, tears starting to gather in your eyes.
He’s never acted this way with you. You've never understood how people could think vampires are evil since Austin has never been anything but kind to you. But now, as you stare up into his haunting face, you understand it all. It’s as if the very bones under his skin have shifted to create this horror of a being that bares down on you now. He resembles nothing of his normal self and your heart is racing with terror. For the first time since you met him, you wonder if he’s going to hurt you.
“Is this what you want, Y/N?” he asks. “You want this version of me? The bloodsucking monster? The killer? Is this the man you want to see?”
You shiver under his grasp. He picks up your wrists and slams them against the wall. You wince and shake your head.
“No. I didn’t think so. This is not what you want. Leave now. And don’t ever come back.”
He releases your hands and returns to the couch, gently keeling over onto the cushions. You take a moment to collect yourself, breathing in and out slowly, and consider your options. Your first instinct is to return to him, to comfort him and to find some way to lift his pain. But what are you doing here in the first place? This is all just a reminder of what he’s capable of. That he could kill you at any moment. The fact that he hasn’t hurt you to this point is honestly astounding, even if it’d been by accident.
Resolved to get the hell out of here, you’re about to turn and grab your purse, but a loud burst of thunder strikes, and the old house rumbles. You turn and approach the window, lifting the dark red curtain to peer outside. You can barely see anything with the rain falling in sheaths everywhere you look. It would be extremely dangerous and probably impossible to make it home tonight.
“You can sleep upstairs in the guest room. I’ll fix it up for you,” Austin says.
You turn, about to tell him you’ll just take the couch, but he’s already gone. Damn vampire speed. You fish your phone out from your purse and text your friend quickly.
it’s storming really bad up here and too dangerous to drive home. but i'm safe
You hesitate, looking up from your phone and glancing at the wall against which Austin had harshly pushed you. Shaking your head, you continue typing.
i’m safe with austin. text you in the morning ❤️
With a deep breath, you grab your purse and head upstairs. Each step creaks with your heels and, to be honest, you only realize once you hit the top of the steps that you have no idea where you’re going. You pause and listen for movement. Luckily, you can hear Austin rummaging about in a room and you follow the noise. You knock on the doorframe and step into the room. At one point, it had clearly been a woman's room based on the decoration; it probably belonged to Austin's sister long ago. Austin is bent over the bed, smoothing out a blanket.
"Hi," you say quietly and Austin just nods.
"The bathroom is right there. The sheets and towels are brand new and clean. I'm just next door if you need anything."
You nod. A few moments of awkward silence pass until Austin clears his throat and starts toward the door. You move out of the way, passing him as you step further into the room. After you lay your purse down on the bed, you turn.
"Austin, can you, uh…unzip me, please?” you ask sheepishly, your shoulders turning in on yourself.
After a moment of quiet contemplation, Austin approaches you. Your back unintentionally arches when his freezing fingers brush against your skin. You gasp and close your eyes. As his fingertips dance across the zipper, one of the straps slips from your shoulder. You glance over at it, suddenly terrified when Austin stops unzipping the dress. You both wait in silence. You can feel his eyes trained on your shoulder and, with how fast your heart is thudding against your chest, you’re sure he can sense the veins in your neck as they pulse rhythmically.
You just barely turn your head to look over your shoulder at Austin. He’s staring down at you, his eyes red again, but a brighter, less threatening red this time. His lips are parted and his chest is heaving. Your eyes slip down to his lips and the next thing you know, he’s leaning toward you, his hot breath tickling your face. Your eyes flutter closed as you wait for the feeling of his lips on yours.
“Fuck!”
You fall forward onto the bed and quickly glance over your shoulder to see Austin gripping the door frame. His long nails are tearing parts of the white wooden trim away from the wall. You turn around, holding the top of your dress securely onto your chest as you stare at him.
“Why are you doing this to me, Y/N? Why? I can’t fucking control it around you. I can’t see you anymore. You can never come back after tonight. Do you understand?”
You shake your head, the frustration coming back.
“No, I don’t fucking understand. You’re the one who sends me these dresses, these jewels, all this shit. It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t care? That I don’t want you to control yourself? That I’m offering for you to feed not because I’m turned on by the thought of it but because I love you and I don’t want you to fucking die?”
It all comes spilling out before you can stop it. But once it's out there, you don't know what to do other than own up to it. You clamp your mouth shut and fall down on the bed, dropping your head and closing your eyes as a few rogue tears slip out. Suddenly, you feel Austin's fingers underneath your chin. He lifts your face up to his. His hands slide onto your cheeks and he leans his forehead against you.
"Don't love me," he whispers. "You shouldn't love me. I'm a freak, a monster. I'm disgusting and hideous in every way. I survive on the death of others and I enjoy it. Look at me, Y/N, I'm not worthy of you. Look at these nails. They're like animal claws and they're dangerous. The thought of them ripping or tearing your beautiful skin...I hate myself for even being capable of it."
"Austin, Austin, Austin," you whisper, placing your hands on his face. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes, an expression of pain crossing his face. "I trust you with my whole heart. You could never hurt me, I know it. You're not a monster. You didn't choose this life; someone else chose it for you and you're living it the most honorable way you can. That's why I love you, with all of my being. That's why I want you to feed on me, because I can't lose you, Austin. I just can't."
"What if I can't stop myself?"
You drop your hand onto his chest and tap his heart.
"If you truly love me, you will."
With that, you lean your head to the side, brushing your hair away and closing your eyes to prepare for him. His cold fingers tickle your skin as they touch your shoulder. His hand drops down to your arm and he grasps your bicep, pulling your body closer to his. He does it slowly so that you have time to place your hands on his thighs and support yourself.
Your heart is pounding in your chest with the anticipation of feeling his teeth sink into your skin. Your chest rises and falls rapidly and you can feel Austin’s breath on your shoulder. His soft lips press onto the skin. You smile to yourself as his lips drag up your body, rhythmically pressing chaste kisses up your throat and onto your face. Your lips pop open as his mouth slips onto yours. He kisses you hungrily. His lips smooth as they move between yours.
You grip his thighs, a feeling of sudden desperation growing in your heart and in your gut. You lean further into his kiss, moaning quietly against his lips. His hand circles around to your back and he gently drags his long fingernails up your spine. They just barely tickle the skin and your back arches in response. You gasp into his lips as goosebumps rise on your arms.
He pulls away from you but you jerk forward into the space between you, desiring his lips more than you’ve ever wanted something in your life before.
“You like that, don’t you love?” he whispers.
You bite your lip and hum in agreement. He smirks and then presses his lips against yours again, one of his hands grasping onto your head to hold you against him. You smile into the kiss and arch your back as his fingernails dig into the skin. The sharp tips ache but only for a moment before he pulls his hand away from you and clutches onto your jawbone.
He stares down at you and your breath catches in your throat. You resist the urge to moan into the air between you and clutch harder onto his thighs instead. He tilts your head to the side and runs a fingernail down your throat. Your eyes flutter closed and you wait for him.
He presses a wet kiss to your neck. You gasp as the tips of his fangs scratch against your skin. And then they sink in. You immediately sway back with the force, moaning loudly at the mixture of pleasure and pain. You pant as the area on your neck grows warm and starts to ache. You can feel his teeth moving around in your skin, and, like massaging a tender muscle, you feel the satisfying sensation of relief. You moan again as you feel your head starting to ache. Your vision is beginning to blacken when Austin pulls away. You gasp, your eyes flying open.
Your head is still tilted back as you stare down at him. His eyes are deep, dark red like the burgundy color of your dress. In the dim lighting, they almost look black. Your blood drips down the corner of his mouth in a long dark line and is smudged red along his lips. His tongue darts out and swipes around his mouth to gather the extra blood before he circles it around his fangs to clean them. You sigh deeply and gulp.
“Why did you stop?” you ask.
“Your heartbeat, love. I can hear it pulsing in your chest,” he responds, his icy fingers pressing against the warm skin on your chest. "It was too much."
“Maybe I just liked it,” you say, your eyes dropping down to his lips.
He smirks, his hands falling to your hips and yanking you onto his lap. You straddle him and slide your hands onto his shoulders, one of them tangling into his long blonde hair. You lean in for a desperately needed kiss but he restrains you and wiggles his fingers. You watch as he takes his long sharp nails to the front of your dress. He gazes lustily into your eyes as he drags his fingernail down the fabric. It begins to rip and you press against his chest.
“Austin, stop, this is brand new!” you say. He smirks and leans forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.
“I’ll buy you another,” he mutters against you.
And with that, his fingernail rips easily and hastily through the entire front of your dress. It falls gracefully from your chest, revealing your bare skin to him. His eyes trail down your figure and he heaves a deep breath. You giggle happily and lean forward, about to press your lips onto his but he stops you with a gentle hand to your heart. He curls his finger and trails it up toward your cheek and onto your cheekbone. He smiles sadly and shakes his head.
“I don’t want to fuck you tonight,” he says. “I just want to hold you.”
You smile and press a gentle kiss on his forehead. You nod and he helps you down. After stepping away to allow Austin to get up, you slide the rest of the dress off, along with your shoes. By the time you turn back around, Austin has returned with a pair of silk pajamas.
“I was saving this for another time but you pretty obviously need it now,” Austin says with a chuckle. You share the expression and then shrug the pajamas over your head.
You climb into bed as Austin turns the lights off and slides in behind you. He wraps his strong arms around you and holds you close. You nestle back into him. Although he’s frigid, he feels good against your hot skin. The rain is falling hard, pattering against the window as soft rumbles of thunder sound in the distance.
“Can I show you something?” he asks.
You shift in his arms to see his face and nod excitedly.
“Of course.”
He reaches underneath his shirt and pulls out a silver necklace. Somehow you’ve never noticed it before. He stretches it out to show it to you. The moonlight that shines through the window allows you to get a good look at it. It’s a small oval-shaped silver charm with the family’s rose crest engraved in the metal.
“This is what you saw in the portrait.”
“Ashleigh’s necklace?” you ask and he nods.
“The very same. When she owned it, it contained a picture of the duke, her beloved. But when the duke gave it to me, I didn’t know what to do with it. It remained empty for a long, long time. But now,” he carefully clicks it open and tilts it to show you. You giggle contently. “It contains a picture of my beloved.”
You reach toward the necklace and swipe a thumb over your face nestled in the little silver oval. When you glance over at him, he’s already staring at you with a handsome smile. You reach up to cup his face and he leans into your touch. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and you nestle into his chest before mumbling goodnight.
“Sleep well, my heart.”
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Character/Fandom: Austin Butler (Incubus!Austin)
Requested: sorta kinda maybe
Prompt: It's all so wrong, so bad, so sinful. Even so, you want him. You crave him. You need him. You are utterly and completely ADDICTED to him, perhaps even at the cost of your soul. [ Fem!Reader ]
TW: Pretty rough sex 💀 a variety of BDSM stuff (choking, biting, spanking, etc.), pain and discomfort for the reader, mentions of death/demon stuff/other demonic symbols and themes, overstimulation, blood, degradation.
Just be careful reading this if, like me, you were instilled with an unhealthy dose of Catholic fear starting from a young age lmfao
Rating: M || Word Count: 7017
A/N: okay so this is a bit fat sin 😅 Just a quick FYI to always have a safe word with your sexual partners and keep checking in for consent, especially if you're gonna fuck like this 💀 also probably DONT engage an incubus IRL just...this is for fun pls don't go off and like summon a demon hoping it's gonna be austin cause...lmao
Part one of the Supernatural Series. See all three parts by checking out my #SupernaturalSeries tag.
🦋 mila
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You stir, a pleasurable sensation swirling around in your stomach. You moan and bite your lip, curling the bedsheets into your fingers. Your heat throbs with pleasure and desire as you feel something, although you can’t see what, circling rhythmically around your core. The waves of pleasure are growing and growing, sending you toward the top of a pleasure-filled mountain. You jerk awake with a yawn.
Your eyes start to flutter open and you tilt your head as you see a dark black figure in front of you. You blink, trying to adjust to the darkness of your bedroom. Sucking in a breath, you yelp and scramble up onto your bum. You scoot away from the dark figure as quickly as you can. Your chest heaves as it stares back at you with black eyes.
Your fingers drop down to its long black claw where you can just barely see what looks like your favorite pair of panties hanging off the nail. The pair of panties you put on before climbing into bed tonight.
As you open your mouth to scream, the figure is suddenly straddling your lap, its hand clamped tightly around your mouth. What little voice you have left vanishes and you fall completely silent. When you try to speak, nothing comes out. You’re frozen under its touch and you don’t know what’s going on or what it even is. You can feel your body trembling under its touch, shaking with the intense fear pumping through your veins.
You close your eyes for a moment, praying that when you reopen them, you’ll be somewhere safer, away from whatever vile creature this thing is. No such luck. It’s still there, staring at you and holding you hostage. You try to move but find your body frozen under its touch.
“Shhhh,” it says in a deep, raspy voice. “Don’t be afraid, darling. I’ll take good care of you. Just relax.”
It raises a finger to its lips and hushes a quiet “shh” before releasing its grasp on your mouth and returning to its position down between your legs. You take a moment to observe its figure.
It’s a large, menacing form, tall and extremely well-built with rippling muscles. It looks like some sort of humanoid bird being. Its black hair glistens in the moonlight, mostly pushed back off its forehead with a small portion flopping down into his face. Now that you have a closer look at the eyes, you can see that they aren’t just black. They have deep, dark red pupils that glimmer eerily in the darkness of night. You can still sense your body gently shaking with fear.
It feels like the eyes are pouring into your soul, glaring into your very essence with terrifying power. Your gaze travels up its head and locks onto two curled horns protruding from its skull at the top of its head. As it straightens, you can also see that it has two small, feathery black wings outstretched from its back. They rest, half-opened, against its skin which is covered in black tattoos or markings of some sort. You don’t recognize any of the symbols, but they look sinister, evil. Based on what you’ve seen, you assume it’s a male of…whatever it is, although you can’t be sure.
“W-what are you?” you ask in between shaky breaths. “What do you want with me?”
You suck in a breath as the being smiles, his sharp pointed teeth shining a blinding white in the darkness. A red forked tongue darts out and circles around one of the two large fangs. He smirks and chuckles, a deep, sinister sound that makes your stomach flip.
“I am what you crave,” he replies with a tilt of his head.
“What the fuck does that mean? Answer me straight,” you say firmly although your heart is beating a thousand miles a minute.
“I think you can guess it. Let’s play a game, shall we?”
You shake your head, the fear rising in your chest. Whenever creepy characters in horror movies suggest a game, they’re really asking if you’re prepared to die.
“No, I don’t want to play. Please just leave me alone.”
“Tut-tut,” he clicks its tongue and holds up a long black finger. “It’s an easy game. You just have to guess what I am. I’ll give you a hint. I prefer my victims asleep.”
You shake your head, closing your eyes and again begging to be transported from this place.
From what little you know from Halloween movies and such, you’re pretty sure that this…thing is a demon of some sort. But why is he haunting you and why hasn’t he just possessed you already? You don’t remember the little girl from The Exorcist having a conversation with the demon before it flew into her body. And why was he holding your panties????
You clutch your legs together upon remembering that your pussy is totally and completely out there for this demon creature to see. You gulp and reopen your eyes to look at him. He’s staring back at you, his black and red eyes shining terrifyingly through the darkness.
“How about another hint, hm?” he says. “You won’t be able to resist my touch after you’ve had it.”
You suck in a sharp breath as his fingers crawl up your thigh. You can't understand how, though, since he remains too far away to physically touch you and he hasn't moved even enough to lift his arm.
Despite your best efforts to resist, your heat spikes with a throbbing sensation and you clamp your legs tighter as if that will somehow stop the invisible hands that are crawling up your skin.
“Come, darling. Guess. I insist.”
You gulp and think through his clues again. Demon, asleep, resisting his touch? You wrack your brain trying to understand and just when you’re opening your mouth to guess, it hits you. Your eyes widen and you shakily reply, hoping desperately that you’re wrong.
“A demon.”
“Oh come now. We can do better than that. What sort of demon am I? Say it. You're a smart girl. I know you’ve guessed.”
You gulp and shake your head, avoiding his eyes. You open your mouth to respond but find your gaze drawn back to him. You try to rip it away, but you physically can’t resist peering back into his eyes. They’re horrifyingly evil but somehow captivating and enchanting in ways you can’t describe or understand.
“An incubus.”
“Ah, good girl,” he replies, flashing his teeth again. “Since you know what I am, then you understand what I want with you. And now you will get your reward.”
You feel the sensation of his fingers again and your heart slams faster against your chest. You scoot your body back again, as far as you can against the frame of the bed, and shake your head vehemently. His figure starts to move forward, wings flapping as his palms curl down into the soft bed and he crawls up toward you. You thrust a hand out, your open palm pointed toward him.
“No, stop! Stop!” you shout, waving your hand.
To your surprise, he pauses, lifting his gaze to yours.
“W-what should I call you?” you ask.
He tilts his head, his black eyebrows quirking. His eyes slowly drag up and down your figure and he nods.
“I don't see the need for such a thing, particularly since my true infernal name cannot be uttered on human lips. But you may call me whatever you’d like.”
You nod with furrowed eyebrows. You sigh as your brain turns around a number of names that you could call him. One suddenly jumps out at you.
“Austin. It was my first crush’s name,” you say, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth at the memory of little blonde-haired Austin from kindergarten.
“Austin it is, then. This will be much better for you if you relax.”
His fingers, surprisingly gently, pry your legs open and he crawls between them. You allow him to move your body even though your heart is aching tremendously with fear. He tilts his head as he stares into your eyes, one of his long fingers tracing the skin of your inner thigh. Your leg twitches and his hand curves around your thigh, harshly holding it in place. You wince at the slight pain of the tips of his claws digging into your skin.
“Don’t move,” he growls, shaking his head.
You curl the bedsheets into your fingers as he uses your leg to drag you down onto your back. He moves to straddle your body and grabs ahold of both of your wrists. He lifts them over your head and pins them down firmly with one of his large hands. You wriggle momentarily under his touch, terrified by the thought of being trapped by him. Even though he moves his hand away, you find that you’re unable to shift your arms. Your heart begins to beat faster and your breath catches in your throat as you struggle against whatever magical restraints he’s put you in. You grimace at the sudden pain, like rope burn, on your wrists. But there is no rope. How is this happening?
Austin straightens himself and smirks down at you, flicking his pointer finger up. Your eyes widen as you watch the sharpened black claw grow larger and longer. He lifts his chin as he lowers his finger down to your throat. Your breath catches in your throat again and you squeeze your eyes shut, anticipating intense pain when his claw pierces through your skin. He gently scratches it down your throat and onto your collarbone. You release a relieved breath as he hooks it onto the top of the t-shirt you’re sleeping in. You open your eyes to see him staring at you. He slowly starts to draw his finger down your shirt, his claw acting like a sharpened razor blade as it tears easily through the cotton fabric.
You gasp, wriggling against the invisible restraints with an overwhelming urge to cover yourself. But you can’t move. All you can do is watch as he rips a line straight down your shirt, which falls to the sides of your body. You clamp your legs together in embarrassment but he pushes them open again, the claws digging into your thighs.
“Stop squirming. Let me look at you,” he growls, holding your legs open.
You whimper but keep your eyes trained on him as he observes your naked body. Taking his claw again, he starts by the edge of your mouth and draws his finger down the side of your face, onto your neck and throat, down your chest, and circles it around one of your nipples. You suck in a breath. You can feel it hardening to attention with the combination of his haunting touch and the cold air. You gulp as your gut begins to turn with the movement of his finger ghosting across your stomach. He trails his touch down your leg again, drawing tiny circles on your inner thigh. You wriggle under him, your pussy beginning to throb and swell with desire. You bite your lip and release a strained breath as he pushes your thighs up to position himself near your heat.
You watch with horror as he draws one of his fingers across your folds. You bite down hard on your lip to refrain from making any noises of pleasure, although his touch feels divine. He runs his finger over the folds again and bites down harder, averting his eyes. Without even touching you, he pulls your gaze back to his. Your chin rotates back to his face against your will.
“Look at me while I touch you.”
Too terrified to disobey, you follow his command. Your hips jerk back as he presses one of his claws between your folds. You squeeze your eyes shut momentarily with the sudden pain of his pointed claw invading your body. It burns and stings, but after a few moments, the pain subsides and you can feel your gut spinning in circles as it begs for more friction. He removes his finger and reinserts it, pumping in and out of you agonizingly slowly. You bite down hard on your lip and taste the metallic tang of blood in your mouth.
Austin chuckles deeply, evilly, before lowering his head down to your heat. You yelp as you watch a long red forked tongue dart out from behind his teeth and swipe a wet strip up your folds. He chuckles again, wrapping his claws around your thighs and hoisting you up toward his mouth. His tongue darts out again, swiping up and down your pussy and adding more juices to your wetness. You grip with white knuckles onto the bedsheets, resisting every urge you have to moan in pleasure. But you can’t hold out for long when he reinserts three fingers into your pussy as his tongue circles expertly around your clit.
You accidentally release a moan and Austin snarls against you. He curls his fingers up inside of you and you yelp in pain. The way the forked tongue manages to stimulate both sides of your clit simultaneously makes the pleasure that much better and, combined with the pain of his claws scratching the walls of your pussy, instinctual moans and groans begin to slip from your lips, one after the other. He pumps his fingers into you mercilessly, his knuckles slamming against the inside of your thighs with every thrust. He glares up at you with gleaming red eyes.
When he sucks on your clit, you somehow manage to yank your wrists away from the invisible restraints. Without even really meaning to, your fingers find their way to his horns, curling around them. He growls into you and you flex your toes into the bedsheets. Your fingers absentmindedly trail up and down his horns, similar to how you would touch his dick, as you pull his tongue against your pussy to wherever you need to feel him.
“Don’t touch,” he hisses but his actions just make you grip harder onto his horns. “Naughty girl.”
You know it should be alarming and scary, but you somehow find him irresistibly sexy. It starts to hit you how illegal, how sinful it all is. And that only makes you feel dirtier, like you want to be punished by him, disrespected by him. As if he could read your mind, your vision suddenly grows black. You gasp, scratching at his horns but he just growls onto you. You suddenly begin to feel the walls of your pussy clenching on his fingers, but he doesn’t let up at all. Somehow, he manages to pump you faster as his tongue darts madly around your clit. With nothing else to focus on anymore, every feeling he elicits feels ten times as stimulating.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you repeat in a strained voice as you orgasm under his touch.
You grip harshly onto his horns but you no longer have the power to move him. Your arms are frozen, outstretched onto him as he licks you clean. All you can do is buck your hips up again and again with each wave of pleasure. He pulls away with a growl, your vision still black. You blink into darkness and one of his hands intertwines with yours. You feel his fingers on your lips.
“Clean it,” he commands and you obey, swirling your tongue around his fingers and tasting your salty, metallic juices on his skin. “Good girl. Now you can have your sight back.”
You blink as the blackness starts to recede from your eyes. After a sigh of relief, your breath catches in your throat. Without even moving, Austin’s pants are stripped away and you can see his figure fully. Your mouth pops open with shock as you take in his dick. It’s extremely long and very girthy; the most impressive dick you’ve ever seen. The tip is especially pointed, not sharp but close to it. And you can see a texture to him that human men don’t have, almost as if his dick itself is ribbed. You gulp.
“Turn around, on your hands and knees.”
You shakily obey him, flipping around onto your hands and knees. He gives you no time to adjust, harshly pulling you backward on the bed. You yelp with surprise and wince as his claws dig into your skin. He forcefully pushes the top half of your body down onto the bed and pulls your wrists behind your back, securing them there with the same invisible restraints that he’d used earlier. You turn your head on the bed so you can breathe. You can just barely see his face as he smirks down at you, his white fangs gleaming in the darkness of the room.
He spreads your legs, sliding his open palm down your back and across your ass. He circles it around to your pussy and gives it a light slap. You jolt forward, gasping in surprise. He snickers and clutches his fingers into your ass cheeks, his claws digging into the skin.
You feel your back arching as you anticipate the pleasurable feeling of his dick inside you. His hand slips from your skin and brutally slaps against your ass. You yelp and your eyes fly open. As you try your best to glance over your shoulder at him, he spanks you again, even harder this time. You bite your lip, knowing that you’ll have a big red mark on your ass tomorrow.
“You like being punished, don’t you, dirty slut?”
You moan at his words, arching your back more. He spanks your pussy again and you quiver under his touch. He hums in approval and brings his leaking tip up to your folds. You grind back against him as he brushes your pussy again with his dick.
“You want me to fuck you hard, huh, fucking whore?”
You gasp. No one’s ever spoken to you like that, but, then again, you’ve never had sex with a demon before. Although the words surprise you, they also make your stomach churn with delight. You moan in response.
“Yeah…”
“Yeah, what?”
“Yeah, I want you to fuck me.”
You yelp again as he spanks you for the third time. Your body quivers with the pain and you bite your lip hard and wait for him to enter you.
“Try again, bitch. What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me, master,” you say, cringing at your own words.
Even though you might have felt awkward uttering them, he definitely approves, because the next thing you know, his dick is slamming into your tight folds. You cry out with the sudden sensation. Your fingers curl behind your back as he burns your insides. His dick stings against your walls and you find yourself desperately searching for breath, your chest growing tight.
You pull against the restraints and your hands break free. They fall onto the bed and you lift yourself up, trying to breathe through the pain. Austin’s hand circles around your neck and he holds your head gently upright. His other hand snakes around your waist, holding you steady. One of your hands moves back to rest on his forearm. Your fingers flutter at the feeling of feathers on his arm. You hadn’t noticed them before, but they’re extremely soft and well-kept. He flinches momentarily under your touch and you wonder if you’ve done something wrong or too…intimate.
“You’re fine. Just breathe," he mutters into your ear.
You close your eyes and, with his help, take a few deep breaths as the pain subsides. You release his arm and your hand falls back to the bed. Interestingly, you don’t notice any difference in your sex drive. You still desperately and madly want to get fucked by Austin. As such, it’s not hard for you to settle into a rhythm as he begins to slide in and out of you. You’d been right, his dick is ribbed and as your pussy walls clench around his thrusts, you revel in the feeling of his textured member.
Once he starts to find his tempo, your body responds. You jerk your hips back against him, moving in circles around his thrusts. His hand returns to your neck and his fingers curl around your throat, digging into the sensitive skin. You choke for a second before you adjust to him. When he squeezes your throat, you moan loudly and thrust your hips back against him. You feel his hot breath on your neck and whimper, biting your lip.
He drags his wet lips against your skin and then swipes his tongue over your shoulder. You moan in response, his fingers still wrapped around your throat. He squeezes at the same time that he thrusts into you and bites down hard on your shoulder. You cry out, your body teetering forward with the overstimulation. His teeth are sharp. You feel an aching soreness as he bites down at your skin, humming deeply against it.
His hips slam against your backside as he thrusts in and out of you, the air filled with the sounds of your bodies meshing together. Your moans start to come faster now as you feel yourself approaching your orgasm. With his fingers around your throat, it’s harder and harder to breathe but it just makes the sensations even more evocative. Austin growls deeply in your ear as his movements start to become sloppier. You can feel the strength of your arms giving out as your elbows buckle under your weight.
Austin’s hand releases from your throat and he forcefully shoves his fingers into your mouth. You moan against them, sucking and biting on the tips with what little strength you have left. He rams into you from behind, his hand clutching the skin of your waist hard. His fingers start to pierce your skin and you wince against his hands, opening your mouth.
His fingers fall from your tongue and immediately cup around your breast as he hisses into your ear. Your body starts to shake with too much stimulation. You shudder under him and he growls deeply into your ear. Your whole body is jarred with the force of his thrusts into you. His movements slow to a stop and he pauses, breathing heavily over your shoulder.
Your body quivers as you slowly come down from your high. You can feel your legs shaking violently with the intense pleasure and pain you’ve just experienced. You wheeze breaths, the stimulation so overwhelming that you’re fighting back tears. You feel his hand as it pushes on your back and he exits you. You wince as you draw your legs up underneath your body and gingerly roll onto your back. You whimper with the soreness in your pussy and take a few minutes to slow your breathing before sitting up. You glance over at him and see his back turned to you as he reassembles himself. He says nothing and you bring your knees into your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly dirty and disgusting for what you’ve done.
You suck in a deep inhale as your fingers fly onto the skin of your shoulder. You squeeze your arm tightly as a stinging pain ricochets through the muscle. It feels like the same sensation when you’ve accidentally touched yourself with a hair straightener or curling iron. After a few moments, the pain finally subsides and you release a sigh of relief. With your fingertip, you trace the area and feel a section of raised skin in a pattern you can’t identify.
Moving quickly, you stumble off the bed and run toward the mirror above your dresser. You fumble for the light switch and flick it on frantically. You thrust your shoulder forward and gasp when you see what’s happened to it. There’s a small red scar on the skin in the shape of a pentagram. You grimace as your finger brushes against it. It stings to the touch as if it’s been burned into your skin.
“It’s the mark of Satan,” Austin says dryly and you turn to see him sitting on the edge of your bed with his arms crossed over his chest.
“What? What the fuck are you talking about? I’m marked by Satan?” you hiss, stepping toward him.
“It will fade with time. It’s just there as punishment because you willingly engaged in one of the seven deadly sins. Lust.”
You curl your fingers into fists at the calm way he relays the information as if there’s nothing out of the ordinary about this situation. As if it’s completely normal and not at all concerning that you’re literally marked by the devil for your actions. As if it’s not damning to your soul and sending you into a moral frenzy and panic.
“But, I…I can’t be…I can’t…”
“Don’t worry, human,” he says, standing.
Your eyes float up to meet him and your mouth pops open with surprise at how tall he is. He must be at least six feet if not more. You gulp under his demanding gaze and, as you stare up into his eyes, you realize that they’re actually more dark blue than black.
“It won’t tarnish your soul just yet. You have to make a habit of it for that to happen. And that’s not a choice you get to make. I’ll be the one to decide what happens to your soul after tonight.”
You sigh frustratedly and cross your arms over your chest. You have a million more questions that need to be answered and you’re starting to wonder if you’ve been taken advantage of. Although part of you feels like you should regret what you’ve done, you can’t bring yourself to feel any guilt about it at all. And when you think through the situation, you know that you would have done the same thing had you gotten the chance to redo it all.
You close your eyes, running your fingers over your face and formulating an answer to his comment. But when you open your eyes again, ready to respond, he’s gone, completely vanished. You rush toward the window, peering outside and glancing both ways down one side of the street and then the other. Nothing. You throw open the doors to your closet, desperately searching for him, but find nothing. Plopping on your bed, you curl into the sheets and angrily pull them close to your chin. Clutching them in your fingers, you squeeze your eyes shut and beg for sleep.
Although you probably should have heeded Austin’s warning that night, over the next few days you find yourself yearning for more, for his touch. You find yourself missing his presence and hoping, almost wishing that he would return. At night, you can barely fall asleep. When you close your eyes, you think about him. When you touch yourself in the dark, it can't compare to the pleasure you’d experienced when Austin visited you that fateful night. Doing your daily tasks is agonizing and monotonous and you're growing more frustrated with your human existence.
It's like, after Austin’s visit, everything in you craves him and only him. You can't experience anything quite the same. It's all a disappointment to you, everything comes up short.
You’d figured that Austin wouldn’t be visiting you again. All the research you’ve done on incubi, however conflicting or nonconclusive, pointed to the fact that most incubi only visit a human victim once in their lifetime before moving on to a fresh one. That experience would have to be filed away and you have to find a way to move on from it or you're going to combust. You’re beginning to wonder if he’s even real…
Until it happens again. He comes again, scaring you half to fucking death as he drops in through the window. At first, you think it’s a dream, that there’s no possible way he could be back in your bedroom again. But when he touches you and reminds you why you’ve missed him so much, you realize that those sensations are very, very real. And they continue to somehow be real each time he visits you from then on.
Although his visits are sporadic and inconsistent, he manages to fit you into his busy demon schedule every few weeks. At the most, he makes you wait three weeks before he returns to you again. You never know when to expect him so whenever he chooses to arrive, he usually gives you a pretty good scare.
Like this afternoon, for instance. You jerk awake at the sound of knocking on your window and laugh when you see Austin waiting on the other side. You hop down from your bed and let him in. He’s never visited you during the day before, but you’re certainly not complaining. You let him into your bedroom and he smiles sweetly down at you.
Somehow, he’s even more beautiful in the warm sunlight. His black feathers are glinting almost blue in the light and you can also now be sure that his eyes are blue and not black. You walk back toward the bed and climb under the covers, beckoning him to join you.
He follows your lead and pulls you into his grasp. You nestle into his warm chest with your eyes closed and your fingers intertwined. One of his warm hands is gently caressing your head and stroking your hair rhythmically. You hum contentedly as the sun shines through the window and onto your bodies. You open your eyes and stare up at him to see him glancing softly down at you with the hint of a smile on his face.
Your eyes fly open when you hear your window pane slamming against the wall. A cold breeze follows and you sit quickly up in bed, clutching the comforter to your chest. You release a sigh of relief when you see Austin climbing, more like floating, through the window. Brushing your disheveled hair back, you realize that your experience with Austin in the sunlight was all a dream. It had felt so unbelievably real...but it was all just a dream. You shake yourself back into reality as you wait for Austin to assume his normal place at the foot of your bed.
“Jesus, Austin, you scared me.”
To your surprise, he climbs right into the bed next to you and lays down on his back, bending his elbow behind his head. You don’t know exactly what’s going on since Austin has never done this before. You freeze and watch as Austin’s wings dissolve back into his skin, something that you’ve seen him do when he's preparing to lie down.
“You’re too much of a scaredy cat, Flower,” he says and you smile at his use of a nickname.
You can’t stop yourself from giggling even though you raise your fingers to your mouth to stop the noise from escaping. Unfortunately, Austin notices and his head turns in your direction. He sits up, propping one of his elbows onto his knee.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. How come you called me flower?”
You watch in silence as Austin’s head tilts and his eyes drop from yours, circling around your bedroom. He’s trying to formulate his answer. You hadn’t meant to laugh. It’s just such a sweet and innocent word to come out of the mouth of a demon that it’d caught you off-guard. You weren’t expecting it at all.
“I don’t know very much about humans, but I heard once that they consider flowers to be beautiful, and so I decided to call you flower since I cannot speak your real name. Do humans not consider flowers beautiful, anymore? We don’t really have the concept of beauty in hell. It’s difficult for me to tell.”
“No, they still do. We consider flowers to be very beautiful. I love it,” you say with a smile.
You reach out to place your hand on top of his. You can feel his fingers twitch underneath your touch but he doesn’t pull away. As your mind catches up with what he’s said, you realize that he’s never actually called you…anything. He's really never had any need to address you by name but you didn’t know it was because he can’t.
“I didn’t know you couldn’t use my name,” you say. “Why is that?”
Austin glances back up at you, his eyes flicking from your left to your right eye. You watch his decorated chest as it rises and falls silently with deep sighs.
“We…incubi are not permitted to establish relations with their victims,” Austin says, dropping your gaze. “We are expected to feed on a victim and then progress to another the next night and another the next. We may return to victims that fed us well, but not more than three times. As such, there is no need for us to learn their names. Most incubi don’t even spend enough time with their victims to think about their names. For me to address you by your name would be too…too…”
“Intimate,” you suggest as you try to ignore the pang of grief in your heart.
He says nothing in response but returns to your gaze once again. You gulp under his eyes as he holds you captive. Your heart slams against your chest but not with the usual desire. You want to kiss him; not because you want to feel him inside of you, but because you want him to hold you. You want him to love you, somehow, even though you know a creature like him is incapable of the very thing. Austin lies back down and heaves another sigh.
“Lie with me,” he commands and you straighten your legs to lie down on your back.
Silence falls between you as you both relax in silence, faces pointed up toward the ceiling. You gulp and glance over at Austin through your peripherals. He’s lying perfectly still, his chest rising and falling consistently. You clear your throat.
“Do you need to eat?” you ask expectantly.
“I already fed,” Austin responds and your heart thumps louder in your chest.
The sole purpose of him visiting you is so that he can feed on your sex. The only way he can survive from one day to the next is by having sex with sleeping women. Although his more recent visits have involved more conversation than the first ones, his main objective is always to feed from you first. And he always does, every time, even though now he tends to stay with you until you fall asleep afterward. But if he’s already fed tonight…why would he visit you? He has no reason to be here.
“Do you know what I remember most about the first night I visited you?” he suddenly asks and you shake your head into the darkness. “I saw you at the library while I was scouring for potential victims. You were all alone, reading quietly by yourself, and I thought you would be the perfect partner. I knew I could persuade you easily but you did something that surprised me that night. You asked what you should call me.”
You chuckle quietly.
“Well, yeah of course I did. That’s a normal thing to do when you meet someone for the first time.”
“Not for something like me,” he says quietly. “No one has ever asked me that question before. None of my victims have ever asked for my name before.”
Your smile quickly fades and you turn your head to glance at him. He’s still staring straight up at the ceiling, although his chest is moving more quickly now than it was a moment ago. Your heart pangs with pity for him and you gently reach your fingers forward to grab onto his. His hand recoils from yours at first but you persist, shoving your fingers through his. He accepts it although he doesn’t make any movement to hold you back. His fingers remain awkwardly straight.
“You know I had a dream about you,” you say and his head finally turns to look at you. “Yeah, we were here in the bedroom but it was daytime. The warm sunlight was shining and you came in through the window like you always do. And you just sort of swooped me up into your arms and pulled me close. We were cuddling and just holding each other and talking in the sunlight. Your feathers were blue and so were your eyes and you were so…beautiful.”
You don’t miss the sharp intake of breath that Austin takes after you say the word. No one has probably ever called him that before. A few moments of silence pass in which you and Austin stare at each other in the darkness.
“I don't have dreams. And that doesn’t sound like me,” he says as the corner of his mouth quirks up into a smirk. “Although some demons claim to have visited their human victims in dreams.”
“Oh really? Did you pay me a visit earlier?”
A few moments of silence pass before Austin responds.
“No.”
You giggle and shake your head, pretty sure that maybe he did visit you in your dreams this evening. You roll onto your side and rest your head on Austin’s chest. You can feel his muscles stiffen as you do so and pause.
“Is this alright?” you ask.
Again, silence falls between you and you start to move away when Austin speaks.
“Yes.”
You nestle into his chest and your fingers happen to fall on one of the markings on his chest. You close your eyes and absentmindedly begin to trace around the marking. They are raised on his skin just as the pentagrams are on your skin after you feed him. You lean up and examine one of the markings.
“What does this mean?” you ask, gesturing to a snake curled around itself in a circle.
“It’s a uroboros, a snake eating itself. It symbolizes infinity and reminds us that demons have eternal life as long as we serve our master.”
You nod, gulping at the thought. It’s so easy to forget, even with his devilish appearance, that Austin is one of them, a demon, and that he serves the Satan.
“What about this one?” you ask, tracing another marking that looks like a widened star.
“A unicursal hexagram, a six-pointed star which symbolizes magic and spirituality. Although the human association with these things is generally positive, demons have been taught how to utilize them in the service of our master. We can pervert them and use their power against victims like you.”
You nod, even though his words are a little concerning. You point to another marking that looks familiar to you.
“An alligator head.”
“What does it mean?”
“Nothing. It just looks badass.”
You laugh and trace the design again with fondness. As your fingertip trails to the left, it crosses over something different than the other markings. It’s less like a tattoo and more like a burn scar, similar to the pentagrams that are left on your shoulder after Austin feeds on you. You circle it again and your smile fades.
“What’s this?” you ask, glancing up at Austin.
His lips are flat and his nostrils flared angrily. You gulp, worried that you’ve upset him. He breathes deeply twice before responding.
“A punishment.”
“Punishment? For what?”
Austin’s eyes raise to meet yours and he holds your gaze for a moment. Although you know anyone else would be terrified of his face, you find a softness in it that you adore. You feel strangely safe with him, despite the evil expression that rests on his horrific features.
“For returning to you. I was commanded to avoid you, to stay away and move on to another victim but I…”
His words move your body before your brain can catch up. You raise your hand to his cheek, turning his face toward yours. Surprisingly, he allows you to manipulate him, even though he’s normally the one in charge. Your eyes flick down to his lips and then back to his eyes. He doesn’t move when you lunge forward to press your lips to his. But within a matter of seconds, his lips are moving in time with yours and his arms are curling around your frame to pull you close. You sigh into the kiss as he tilts his head to reach you better. You pull back and open your eyes to look at him. You find him already gazing at you with lazy, half-opened eyes. You can’t imagine you’re right, but it’s possible that a small tear is gathering in the corner of Austin’s eye. You smile and scoot down to nestle into his chest again.
“Goodnight, Austin. Sleep well and maybe I’ll see you in my dreams tonight,” you say, closing your eyes.
Just before you fall asleep, you feel Austin’s arms wind around your figure and pull you close to his body. He sighs long and hard and then you feel his soft lips on the top of your head.
“Goodnight, my Flower. I’ll see you soon.”
When you wake up the next morning, you’ve rolled to the complete opposite side of the bed and the sun is shining brightly into your eyes. You blink them open slowly and yawn, sitting up in bed. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance around you. Austin is gone and, as you often do, you momentarily wonder if last night actually happened or if it was just a dream. You glance down at your shoulder but see no pentagram there. You remember that Austin didn’t feed from you the night before and sigh sadly. Your gaze happens to fall on your nightstand and a smile spreads across your face. You reach over and lift up a freshly picked bright yellow marigold. You spin it in front of you and bite your lip.
He had been there. It was all real. He was real.
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Hold Me Close
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler
Requested: yes - @fangirl-imagines i love u kenz 💕
Prompt: #17 Scenarios - Haunted House
TW: Mentions of blood, gore, etc. just haunted house stuff
Rating: Pg || Word Count: 1454
A/N: enjoy my loves!!!
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“Ugh, do we have to Aus?” you whine, tugging on your boyfriend’s long, lanky arm. “I really don’t like these things.
“What are you worried about, babe?” Austin responds, moving to wrap his arm around your shoulder. “You know I’ll protect you.”
He pulls you closer to him and you can’t help but smile as the scent of his cologne wafts into your nostrils. He always smells amazing, clean and musky, just the way you want him to. You fit perfectly underneath his armpit and gaze up into his gorgeous crystal blue eyes. He smiles warmly down at you.
“Yeah, I know,” you respond begrudgingly with a sigh. “Alright fine. But if you let go of my hand, I’m gonna be upset.”
“Never.”
You grip tightly onto Austin’s fingers as you walk behind him toward the big haunted house on the carnival grounds. It’s not that you’re necessarily scared of the actors dressed up in the haunted house so much as you dislike them being so close to you. You’d rather not have some random guy you don’t know get up in your grill in a bloodied pig mask. That’s not exactly your idea of a good time.
But if it gives you an excuse to cuddle up to Austin and have him protect you? You’d walk through fire for that. Austin stops abruptly before the door and glances down at you, his hands holding yours up to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to your fingers.
“You’re sure you’re gonna be okay?”
“Austin, with you around? I’m never better. Let’s do this thing.”
He chuckles, a beautiful smile crossing his features and creasing the edges of his eyes. His infectious expression catches onto your face and you share a grin. He turns around to enter the haunted house and you trail him again, stepping directly behind his heels as he walks. You grip onto his fingers with one hand and his arm with the other. The cotton sleeve of his jacket is soft and you chuckle as you resist making a boyfriend material joke.
You enter the first room to see half-animal, half-human hybrids. People with horse heads and pig noses and deer antlers sewed onto their heads with bloody and gory makeup. You step closer to Austin and feel his grip tighten on your fingers. He glances over his shoulder down at you and smiles. You can barely see him in the darkness of the space but just knowing that he’s got you safe and sound makes you feel infinitely better. You heave a shaky breath and clutch onto Austin’s sleeve as you move through the room.
“See that wasn’t so bad,” Austin says as you pass through a connecting space between two of the exhibits. “You did great, baby.”
You lean your head against him, closing your eyes in relief. But your tranquility is soon broken by the shrill sound of a bloodcurdling screech. Your eyes flick open, trying to adjust to the low lighting but barely able to do so. They frantically flick around as you try to take everything in. This room is full of bandaged patients, stuck halfway through botched surgeries. Your arms curl tighter around Austin as you walk along the path and try to avoid the actors. Shockingly, you manage to make it through the section without being targeted.
But your luck runs out when you enter the clown room. You reach up with your free hand to shield your ears from the gratingly loud sound of chainsaws revving. You stumble after Austin as you cower against him, hating every single second of this. You feel Austin’s arms wrap around you as he maneuvers you in front of him. He rests his arms across your chest in an X and holds you tightly against him. Your eyes are closed and your knuckles are white as you grip hard onto his wrists. You jump a little when you feel his breath on your face.
“You okay, Y/N? You’re doing great, love. We’re almost through. I got you, babe,” he says, his deep raspy voice calming as it sounds in your ear. “I got you.”
You open your eyes, feeling the creases on your forehead as you try to remain as calm as possible. You hesitantly follow the tall man in front of you, glancing from side to side in an attempt to anticipate whether you’re about to get jump scared. Unfortunately, you’re not as perceptive as you think, because a clown manages to get within two inches of you and revs his chainsaw loudly, accompanying it with a cackling laugh. You flinch back with a scream, sliding down Austin’s arms. If Austin didn’t have such a strong grasp on you, you would have been on your ass. But his fingers dig into the skin by your sides and he pulls you back up.
“I got you, I got you,” he repeats. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m here for you. I got you.”
Your heart is beating a million miles a minute and you feel like crying. You exit the clown section and enter a longer connecting section. It feels eerily quiet here and you pause, stepping off to the side to compose yourself. Austin follows, turning to shield you from the line moving through the haunted house. You brush your hair from your face and try to breathe through your fear, your inhales shaky and uneven. Austin takes ahold of your face and tilts your gaze up to meet his. His thumbs gently stroke your cheekbones as he peers down at you.
“I love you, you know that?” he asks and you nod, sniffing back tears. “I’m always gonna love you and I’m always gonna be here for you. I’m so proud of you for doing this. You’re being so brave, love. So brave.”
You scoff and shake your head but he angles your face back up to his.
“Hey, would I lie to you? Hell no I wouldn’t. Now, listen, we’re so close to being out. One more section and I know you can handle it. Can you do it for me? Can you make it through the last section?”
You nod with a gulp and a deep breath. You want to do it. You want to make Austin proud of you. He’s right. You can handle it.
“There you go. In front or behind?”
You step in front of him, grabbing onto his arms and tying them over your chest. He chuckles and gently guides you back into line between two random groups. You take a few deep breaths and grasp onto his hands as you step into the final section. This room is modeled after an asylum, with patients chained to the walls and moaning, groaning, and screaming. You oddly feel more confident than you did before. You barely even flinch when a woman with dark long strands of spidery hair screams into your face and rakes her fingernails down her skin. Austin’s arm immediately flies up to cover your face from her. He curls you into his body, the heat from his skin creating a protective barrier around you.
By the time Austin lowers his arm, you’re already stepping back out into the light of the carnival grounds. You breathe the fresh air and sigh with relief. Austin immediately pulls you into a tight hug. You close your eyes, burying your head into his shoulder and breathing him in. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he gently sways you back and forth. You push against his shoulder to lean back and glance up at him.
“Hey, that’s my baby. I knew you could do it,” Austin says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a smile. “You barely even needed me in that last section.”
“Oh, I needed you more than you think. You’re the only reason I finished it without crying. I don’t think I could have done it without you, Aus.”
“Well good thing you’ll never have to. Cause, like I said, I’ll always be here to protect you. Whenever you need it.”
You smile, raising yourself up on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. He smiles into the kiss, his hand winding around the back of your head to gently hold you against him. When you separate, he rests his forehead against yours for a quick second before he pulls back to look down at you. He winks and then glances to the left.
“Now, what do you say we go get some ice cream? I think you deserve it.”
“Yes please,” you laugh, interlacing your fingers with his as you head off toward the ice cream stand.
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Thunderstruck
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler
Requested: no
Prompt: It rains on you and your dog, so you take refuge in your best friend, Austin's, apartment. The rain might have been cold, but it doesn't take much from Austin to warm you up.
TW: none!
Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 3168
A/N: just a lil surprise to keep y'all fed while i'm out :) i also realize aus's mighty ducks top is a tank and not a t-shirt but shhh OH ALSO i put an easter egg in here lol can y'all find it or did it miss? 💀
🦋 mila
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Your grip tightens around the blue leash at the sound of sharp thunder in the distance. You look up just in time to see a huge flash of lightning and hear another clap of thunder following it. You groan, pulling your phone out to check the time. Your dog still needs about fifteen minutes of walking time and you would really hate to cheat her out of it. As another clap of thunder sounds, you wince and decide that it’s best for both of you if you just go home.
“Okay, Maple, time to go home,” you say, tugging her to the right.
Unfortunately, you only make it about halfway down the street before it begins to rain. You pull your hood up over your hair. Although it's cold, the small misty drops are sort of refreshing.
Until the clouds let loose, that is. Within a few minutes, the pavement is completely soaked and puddles are starting to form in the grass and the potholes on the road. You clutch your tightly hood onto your head as Maple pulls you forward and you take off sprinting. Another big clap of thunder sounds and the next lightning strike is so close that you can practically feel the vibration when it strikes the ground. You know it’s dangerous and that you should get inside immediately, but your house is only a ten-minute walk from the park. You think you can fight your way home if you sprint.
But when tiny balls of hail start clip-clopping all over the ground, you have to make a quick decision. At this point, it actually is life or death. You pause for a moment, squinting through the streaking rain to look for somewhere to take shelter. You glance up at the sky, a huge lightning bolt striking in the distance when you do. It's so clear that you can actually see the ragged Z shape it forms.
Luckily, fate is on your side and your eyes happen to land on a very familiar apartment building. You dash through the rain, Maple trotting alongside you, and under the blue and red striped awning hanging off of the building. Your eyes quickly scan the names on the door phone plate, searching for a specific one. You grin and press your finger firmly onto the button beside the plaque reading Austin Butler — 214.
While you wait for your best friend to answer, Maple shakes herself dry and then lies down at your feet, licking at your leg. Her soft pink tongue is warm and slimy on your skin.
“Hey, who is it?” Austin’s deep, raspy voice finally sounds through the intercom.
“Yo, Aus, it’s me, Y/N!" you shout over the torrential downpour. "I was walking Maple in the park but it started raining so we ran over here! Could we come up?"
“Oh, yeah, of course! Come on up."
You hear the short bzzz of the buzzer as the door to the lobby clicks unlocked. Once inside, you pull Maple into the elevator and press the second-floor button. As the elevator zooms to life, you kneel down and run your fingers through Maple’s wet curly brown fur. Her tail wags as she pants, her tongue laying lazily out the corner of her mouth. You smile and kiss her head when the elevator dings.
The doors slide open and you count fourteen doors down the hall. You wrap your knuckles loudly on the door and, a few seconds later, Austin answers. There's a huge grin resting on his face but it fades when he notices you dripping wet and shivering.
“Oh shit, come in please,” he says, standing back to make room for you both to walk through the door frame.
Once you're safely inside, Austin shuts the door and takes Maple's leash from you. You breathe a sigh of relief at the warmth that you feel just stepping inside. His apartment is cozy and pretty clean for a guy's bachelor pad.
“Here, I got Maple. Why don’t you go take a warm shower? I’ll take your clothes downstairs to the dryer and leave some clean ones outside the bathroom door.”
“Thanks, Boots,” you reply, using the nickname you've always called him.
You flash your teeth with an excited smile. He returns the expression and you think you notice a little blush on his cheeks. You smile to yourself as you waddle away to the bathroom and flip the shower on. The water feels so warm and good on your skin. The rain really had been freezing and the cold air conditioning of the lobby and hallway hadn't helped either.
Not wanting to waste Austin's water, you take a quick shower. And when you open the door, just as Austin said, you find a pair of black Nike sweatpants and a grey Mighty Ducks t-shirt.
You've always loved this shirt, and you know it’s one of Austin’s favorites. You put on the clothes, surprised by how warm they are. He must have just taken them out of the dryer or something. You dry off your wet hair as best as possible and step out into the living room to find Austin sitting with Maple, both of them wrapped in a blanket. A mug of something is sitting on the coffee table, steam rising up over the brim of the cup. Austin glances up from petting Maple.
“Oh hey! Here take this,” he says.
He stumbles as he tries to get out of the blanket, his foot caught in the fuzzy fabric. But once he breaks free, he trots over to you and grabs a different blanket off the chair by the hallway, throwing it around your shoulders. You both move to sit on the couch as Maple hops down and moseys over to lie in front of the fireplace.
"Oh, and I made you a cup of tea”
"Thanks. Oh and thanks for the clothes, too. You didn't have to give me this shirt. I know it's one of your favorites. You could have just left a plain white one or something."
“Well, I know you like it, too. And I couldn’t dress you in something ugly. I’d feel too bad.”
"Haha okay fair. But, in that case, you could have just given me something of Ashley's to wear."
Ashley, Austin's sister, is visiting him for a week or so. She stops in every so often and you happen to know for a fact that she sometimes leaves clothes to make packing lighter.
“Oh yeah...well, I, uh... just didn’t think about it. And also, you know, I, um, try not to mess around with her stuff. I’d feel a little weird if she noticed something was missing or...whatever," he stammers.
As he talks, he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, scratching at the nape of his hair nervously. You giggle, your eyes clocking the way his bicep flexes with his movements.
“Well, thanks anyway. For the tea, too.”
“No problem. So, what were you doing out there, anyway?”
“I...already told you that I was walking Maple? I feel like it's also pretty obvious what I was doing since I came in with my dog on a leash?" you respond with a chuckle.
“Oh…oh yeah, right," this time you're positive that you see a cherry-red blush gathering in his cheeks. "Haha, of course.”
You reach toward the table, lifting the tea cup to your lips. The ceramic is warm in your fingers and it sends a shiver down your spine. With the movement of your arms, one sleeve of the shirt falls down, exposing your bare shoulder. You don’t even notice until you hear Austin laugh breathily. You glance up to see your naked shoulder.
“Oh…oops,” you say with a nervous chuckle. You pull the sleeve up as heat creeps up into your face and ears.
“Haha it’s okay. I’m sorry, I just…I didn’t realize how small you are. I mean I know I'm tall, but damn. You’re kinda tiny compared to me."
You set the tea cup down and turn toward him, squinting your eyes accusingly.
“Hey! Don’t make fun of me like that, Boots."
"Again with the Boots...really? You know I hate that nickname," he responds with a smirk and raised eyebrows. You shrug, standing by your insult.
"But I like it, though."
Austin laughs, throwing his head back.
"That's totally lame but it's okay. Your ridiculous nicknames are one of the reasons I love you."
As soon as the words escape his lips, his smile fades and eyes go wide. You've stopped smiling as well. There is no chance in the world that you could have missed those words.
“What?”
“I just…" he stutters. "I said it’s one of the reasons that I like you as a friend, you know.”
He emphasizes the 'as a friend' portion, but you can tell by his frantic demeanor that he'd meant what he said.
“No, no, no," you reply holding up your pointer finger. "You used the word.”
“Um…what word?”
“The word.”
“Mmmm, I mean. I said a lot of words…”
“Love!” you shout, rolling your eyes. “You used the word love.”
“Um…no, no I…I don’t think I did? Cause that’d be crazy right? I mean...me loving you," you can see his blush deepening with every second. He snaps his fingers. "Oh, you know what would be even funnier and crazier, hahaha, if you said you loved me back. Then it’d be like, you know, a big joke or something. Like an inside joke. Uh, that'd be crazy, though. I really don’t-”
“Austin, please stop speaking.”
His lips clamp shut at your command and he sighs, dropping his eyes to stare at his socked feet.
"Good. Now when you speak again, I would like very much if you would be honest with me."
Austin heaves a deep breath before replying.
“Okay, fine. I may possibly be...maybe, kind of," his sea blue eyes flick up to gaze into yours, "in love with you.”
You say nothing for a second, trying to act calm, cool, and collected even though you feel like screaming and jumping for joy.
“How long have you felt like this?” you ask quietly.
“I don’t know…a couple years maybe.”
“A couple years?" you shout. "Boots! Why didn’t you say anything?!”
“I was worried about rejection! I care about us too much to screw anything up in our friendship. Plus, the right time just...never came up, you know?”
You glance down at your hands in your lap and shake your head as the flicker from the fire casts shadows in the living room. When you glance back up at Austin, his face is turned away from you and his fingers are nervously fidgeting. You bite your lip and pull your legs up under you so that you're resting on your calves with your knees bent toward Austin.
You gulp as you reach under his chin and drag his face toward yours. His eyes reconnect with you, looking like a big doe's eyes filled with hope. You lean forward and gingerly brush your nose against his. He smells amazing, clean and warm. You watch as his lips part and his hot breath ghosts over your skin. His hands move to rest on your hips and he closes his eyes. Yours follow suit and you finally press your lips against his.
He sucks you completely into him, pulling you so close against his figure that it feels like your bodies are melding together as one. When you pull back, you're both breathless and flustered. Your breaths mix, filling the air between you with hot air. Austin's warm hand moves to cup your face and you slide yours onto his shoulders. He pulls you in again, snaking his arm behind your lower back. He moves his head to the side to access your mouth better. One of your hands slides up his hot skin onto his neck and then his jaw, relishing in the way it moves in perfect sync with his lips.
One of his hands slides between your thigh and calf, resting on the inside of your knee for a moment before he pulls your legs straight and guides your hips onto his lap. Once seated on him, your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging at the curly blonde roots. His hands fall to your waist, jerking you against him. You gasp into his mouth. You feel like a different person, full of desire for him.
You pull back to catch your breath and Austin moves to your neck, sucking and biting on the skin. You involuntarily tilt your head to the side so he can reach the skin under your jaw. His grip on your hips tightens and you shudder as his hand slides down your thigh and back up to the small of your back. He bites down hard on the skin between your neck and shoulder and you whimper.
He pulls away quickly, staring at you with a worried expression
“Shit, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, no that was amazing," you chuckle breathily. "Please do it again.”
He smiles and kisses your cheek before moving back to your neck. You tug at his curls again as he sucks and bites at the spot. You can feel it growing sore and realize that you'll probably have something to show for it tomorrow. When Austin pulls back, you attack his lips again.
You want to thank him for making you feel so good, so you return the favor by slipping off his lips and moving to the sensitive skin on his neck. You nip at it, dragging your tongue up the veins. His neck falls back and he heaves ragged breaths. When you glance up at him, you see his eyes closed, mouth hanging open, and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He looks irresistible. When you nip hard at the skin right under his neck, he moans breathily.
“You’re literally a goddess," his seductive voice is low and deep. "Have you done this before?”
You giggle against his neck and he chuckles.
“Don’t do that, sugar," he whispers. "The vibration feels nice but it tickles.”
“Shut up and take your shirt off,” you command, biting your lip as you tug at the hem of his shirt.
He smirks and nods, reaching under the hem and lifting it over his head. You breathe deeply as you let your fingers slide down his toned stomach. When you ghost over his belly button, his stomach contracts and his muscles strain. You have to take another deep breath and bite your lip to control yourself. You flatten your palm on his abs and slide it back up his body to curl around the back of his neck.
His hands slide underneath your shirt to grip the skin of your waist. You kiss him, yanking his bottom lip out with your teeth. When you release it, he mutters a breathless 'damn'. You chuckle and bite your lip again, reaching up to cup his soft cheek. You pull his lips to yours as his hands slide down to your thighs. He moves his fingers toward your ass but pulls back.
“Can I, uh…put my hands here?”
“Please. Please dear god, put your hands there,” you whisper with a smile, resting your forehead on his.
He chuckles and kisses you again, curving his fingers around your ass and squeezing it. He groans into the kiss and you moan back against his lips. His body tips over, pushing you down onto the couch. You welcome the pressure of his body on yours and curl your legs around his waist. One of his hands slides onto your stomach and the other pins both of your wrists above your head.
He pulls at your bottom lip and your legs tighten around his hips. When he kisses you again, his tongue touches your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let him in. Just as his warm, calloused fingers begin to pull the bottom of the t-shirt from your skin, the door to the apartment opens with a bang. Austin's lips detach from yours and he sits up, wildly looking around. His hair is disheveled, the curls fluffed up in every direction.
“Hey Austin, I- oh! Oh god,” you hear Ashley's familiar voice from the kitchen.
You cover your mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Ashley was dangerously close to catching you two in the act. You silently thank the stars that you haven't ripped the rest of your clothes off yet. That would have been truly embarrassing.
“Ashley…um hey. Hey! What’s uh…what’s up?” Austin says, trying to act as casual as possible.
“Oh I just…I forgot the gift card for that store,” she says.
Her voice goes up an octave toward the end of the sentence. She’s trying not to laugh. You can't blame her. She just walked in on her little brother about to have sex. Awkward
Thinking about Ashley trying not to break makes you want to laugh that much more. You lie completely still, not really sure what to do. You can see Austin motioning to his sister, telling her to get out of the apartment. You clamp your hand over your mouth again to stop the giggles from spilling out.
“Okay, well you kids have fun. Don’t do anything stupid or dangerous. Love you Aus. Nice to see you, Y/N,” she says and slams the door behind her.
You finally allow the remaining giggles to fall from your lips as you remove your hands from your face. Austin shakes his head with a handsome smile as he stares down at you. Suddenly, the door swings open again and Ashley peeks back inside.
“Oh, Austin, I forgot to ask. You know where the condoms are right?”
“Jesus, Ash!”
“Have fun!" she yells. "Don’t get any bodily fluids on the carpet, please. See ya later!”
You hear Ashley cackling as she shuts the door again. You just laugh harder, slipping into a fit of hissing wheezes as Austin folds his arms over his chest and waits for you to be finished. When your laughs are tame enough to open your eyes again, you look up to see a lobster-red-faced Austin.
“So…" you mumble, picking at your nail. "Are we like a thing now, or...?"
His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline and he leans forward.
“Are we — like, can we be? Ah, what I mean is…Y/N, do you wanna be my girl? Officially, you know?”
You can't help but laugh at his somewhat awkward attempt to ask you to be his girlfriend. His expression is totally helpless as he shrugs with a pained smile. You grab onto his hands, pulling yourself up to a sitting position and gaze into his eyes.
“I would love to.”
“One condition though,” he says and you nod. “Ya have to stop calling me Boots and call me Austin.”
You giggle and shake your head, lacing your fingers into his.
“Deal. Austin.”
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CLAIMED
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler (Werewolf!Austin)
Requested: y'all have asked me to do this and i'm here to DELIVER
Prompt: He can smell you even when you're not there. He can sense your presence. He knows where you are at all times and he can hear when you're safe and when you're not. A wild dog, a slave to the moon. He has CLAIMED you.
TW: Mentions of blood, gore, an epic werewolf fight lmfao, I think that's it!
Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 6397
A/N: AHHH HE'S FINALLY HERE!! I didn't realize how badly I needed this until 6k words later 😅 I have to be honest though I had SO much fun writing this and it's probably one of my favorite things that I've ever written!!! I hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!
Part two of the Supernatural Series. See all three parts by checking out my #SupernaturalSeries tag.
🦋 mila
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“What are we doing here?” you hiss at your friend.
It’s almost two-thirty in the morning on Halloween night. Not only did your friend keep you up until two a.m. at the high school’s biggest Halloween party, but now they’re dragging you into what’s probably the creepiest building you’ve ever seen in your life. It looks like some sort of abandoned warehouse with threatening broken glass windows, barred doors, and some sort of horrible smell reminiscent of wet dog. Your head is pounding thanks to the ungodly amount of tequila you inhaled at the party and what you really want to do right now is change out of your costume and into pajamas for a good night’s sleep. A very long sleep.
“Shh,” your friend whispers back as they yank on your hand. “I told you I had a cool Halloween surprise for you. Just be quiet and follow me. You’ll understand soon, once I can get us into the building…”
“Understand what? Alex, I just want to go home and go to bed,” you complain, tossing your free hand into the air. “I drank way too much and now I'm exhausted.”
Alex releases your hand so they can try to figure out how to get into the building. A cold breeze blows through the air and you clamp your arms over your chest, rubbing the goosebumps from your bare skin. Now you wish you’d chosen a warmer costume. You groan when Alex doesn't respond, too invested in breaking and entering. You reach into your pocket and fish out your phone.
“Well, whatever then. You know what, I’m gonna call Austin and see how he’s doing," you say and step away.
Austin, your ex-boyfriend of several years. According to Alex, he was supposed to be in attendance at the Halloween party tonight, but he called to cancel less than an hour before the party. Apparently, he’d fallen ill. At first, you were disappointed. You've never stopped having feelings for Austin and had been sort of hoping that you’d be able to rekindle something at the party.
You’d gathered all the courage you had and texted Austin to wish him good health and tell him you'd pay him a visit in the morning. Since you have a free moment now, you might as well use it to check in on him. Austin rarely gets sick or injured, almost never actually, so it’s always a little more than concerning when he does.
You dial the familiar number and hold the phone to your ear, waiting patiently. After a few moments of ringing, you get sent to his voicemail. You smile at the soothing sound of his deep, raspy voice but then hang up. He must be asleep.
A loud clicking noise sounds as Alex breaks through one of the bars on the door. You spin and watch as they throw the wooden beam to the side with ease. Your eyebrows shoot up, although this display of strength doesn’t really surprise you all that much. You always knew Alex was incredibly strong although they don’t look it. They’ve been an all-star field hockey player for the last three years at your high school.
“Didn’t answer?” they ask and you nod. “Yeah, I figured,” they mutter quietly.
You don’t miss the furrow of their eyebrows as they drop their gaze from yours.
“What?” you ask.
“Oh, nothing. He just doesn’t get sick that often, so it’s probably pretty bad.”
“Right…” you nod but something in your gut doesn’t feel right. Maybe it's this haunting place.
Your relationship with Austin has been nothing short of rocky recently. Before you broke up, he was increasingly absent, sometimes randomly and suddenly leaving to go ‘take care of something.’ You hadn’t minded at first, figuring it was a personal thing. In the past, your fights had been pretty contained and calm. This one was quite the opposite.
He didn’t even bother to show up. It was your anniversary dinner last month and he forgot completely. You’d gotten into it, complaining about how he’s never around anymore and never pays attention to you. He seemed to be handling the argument well until you accused him of cheating.
“I’m sorry! I was taking care of something!” he shouted, balling his fingers into fists.
“Taking care of what, Austin? Another person? How stupid do you think I am? I can tell pretty clearly that you’re not paying attention to me anymore which means you must be paying attention to someone else!”
Suddenly, he grabbed ahold of a glass cup that was resting on the counter and threw it down. It cracked into a million pieces, shattering glass everywhere. None of it hit you or anything, but you were horrified by his outburst. You could never forget how his eyes seemingly started to somehow shift color under the light. Normally bright blue, they were turning yellow right before your eyes. You’d never noticed before, that his eyes were like mood ring circles that changed colors with his emotions. He seemed to grow larger, too, to tower over you with bulging muscles. When he took a step toward you, you stepped back in fear and accidentally placed your palm on top of the table. With a hiss, you pulled it back in front of you to find a tiny piece of glass stuck in the skin, quickly seeping red with blood.
When you glared back up at Austin, his eyes had softened and he looked terrified by his actions. He threw his hands up and then turned, rushing out of your house. You followed after him, desperate to know what the hell was going on with him. But by the time you’d thrown the door open and stepped out onto the porch, he was gone. He was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he’d vanished into thin air. Your heart thumped with fear as two yellow circles flashed through the forest in the distance. But when you blinked and looked again, they were gone. Actually, you don’t even think you ever saw them at all.
After that fight, he disappeared for several weeks. You came around his house to check on him and apologize, but his parents said that he had taken a vacation for a few days. You found it a bit odd, but when he returned, word spread fast around school about his little trip. Apparently, he’d been struggling with anxiety and anger management so he went away to a therapy center to get help.
You hadn’t seen him in quite some time, aside from the occasional pass in the hallway, but he and Alex had been close friends for a while.
Something that had always bugged you when you were dating was a nagging feeling that he was lying to you about something, that he was hiding something from you.
Alex holds the door open and gestures for you to enter. With a huff, you step in, the heels of your shoes clicking against the concrete pavement. It’s blindingly dark inside, not a ray of light to be seen other than a single blueish-white stripe from the light of the full moon which shines on a small circle on the floor in the middle of the room. It illuminates the immediate area around it, but there’s not much to see other than a couple of random rocks and something you that looks suspiciously like a dead rat. You shudder as Alex shuts the door behind you, slamming closed with a loud noise.
Despite the alcohol still coursing through your veins, you’re starting to feel extremely awake and very sober. You gulp as another cold breeze blows through the dilapidated building.
“Alex, what the hell are we doing here?” you ask, irritated. “I’m very tired and I’d really like to go home.”
“I just need to show you something, that’s all,” they say. “As soon as I find the light switch…aha!”
Dazzling yellow light suddenly fills the room and your eyes instinctively blink as they attempt to adjust to the new environment. After a few minutes, you can see well enough to start scanning the area. It’s a massive room with no walls or structures to divide it. A large wooden chandelier hangs from the ceiling, illuminating most of the space. In the front of the room, there’s some sort of massive stone table with markings all over it. To the left is a huge stone fireplace with a row of couches and chairs spread around. The chairs are even dressed with red plaid blankets and tiny flattened pillows.
As your gaze follows the contour of the room, you see what looks like a massive kitchen-like area. There are barstool seats around a few high-top tables and a massive fridge, like the largest fridge you’ve ever seen in your life. Right next to that is a changing room divider and a rack with clothes hanging on it. You quirk an eyebrow but step further into the room anyway. It’s surprisingly warm and cozy, like it used to be some sort of cabin or lodge or something.
“What do you think?” Alex asks and you turn toward them. They’re staring back at you with a huge grin on their face. “Pretty sweet, huh?”
“I mean, sure, but…what is it? Did it used to be like some sort of ski lodge or something?”
As you ask the question, you step up toward the stone table, interested in the one piece of furniture which doesn’t seem to fit.
“Well, I guess it is a lodge of sorts but not for skiers. It’s actually a lot older than it seems, too. It’s been around for almost two hundred years.”
“Yeah, this weird stone table definitely gives off that vibe,” you chuckle as you step up onto the platform.
Alex chuckles and continues explaining the history of the strange place.
“That table is incredibly important. It holds extremely potent cultural value and isn’t allowed to be moved from this spot until the al- er…archaeologists can clear the area and transport it safely,” Alex explains but you zone out as they’re talking.
The stone table has you completely enraptured. It’s incredible. As you peer down at it, you think you can decipher a few of the symbols: one that looks like a bear claw, one that looks like a sun, and one that looks sort of like a sabertooth tiger or maybe a wolf. In the middle of the table, there’s an engraving larger than the rest. It’s a huge circle with three large slashes through it as if an animal had angrily defaced it. Absentmindedly, you reach out toward it and run your fingertips across the deep, stony inscriptions. Alex’s deep gasp startles you and your head pops up to meet their gaze.
“What are you doing?” they shout.
“What?”
Alex sprints up toward you, grabbing onto your wrist and pushing your fingers away from the table.
“Why did you do that?”
“Do what, Alex? I just touched it. Is the oil on my fingers gonna damage it or something?” you ask with a shake of your head.
“Just…don’t touch anything else. Let’s go,” they say, turning and pulling on your arm. “We shouldn’t have come here. It was a mistake to bring you. My mistake.”
“Woah, Alex, what the hell is happening? What is this place, anyway, I thought-”
Your speech is cut off as the ground below you starts to shake. You spread your arms out to balance yourself as the whole building itself begins to feel like an earthquake is rumbling through. Alex glances at you with wide, wild eyes, and you can clearly see the terror in them. After a few moments, the rumbling stops and you glare at Alex.
“What the fuck was that?” you demand and Alex just gestures toward the door and breaks out into a sprint.
You throw your hands up but follow them anyway. You only make it about three steps before something crashes through the window. You throw your arms over your head to protect it. When you lower them, you shriek in fear at the sight of a massive wolf stalking its way toward you with a snarl pasted on its face. You jerk to the side with a yelp as another wolf bursts through a different window. Alex steps in front of you, holding their arms out to shield you. You step backward, shaking with fear as more and more wolves begin to surround you in a circle. In just a few moments, you and Alex are standing in the middle of the feral crowd, helpless and left completely at their mercy.
“What the fuck!” you scream, backing up further.
You stop abruptly as you hear a growl from behind you. You glance over your shoulder to see another wolf positioned to attack your backside. You step forward, clutching onto Alex’s jacket and scanning the circle of wolves gathered around you with horror. Your heart is pounding in your ears and your entire body feels like it's vibrating with fear. Alex drops to their knee, placing a fist over their heart. You stand completely still, too terrified to do anything.
“Alpha, domine mi,” Alex says with their head bent reverently in front of one of the wolves.
The wolf is absolutely massive, definitely bigger than any normal wolf you’ve ever seen. Its black fur is like a shadow in the night with two bright yellow eyes glinting in the dim light of the warehouse. It growls and straightens its head.
“You have brought a human to us,” it says.
Your mouth drops open and you stumble back with shock. It spoke….it genuinely just spoke human words.
“Why have you done this, Parvulus?” it continues.
Your eyes flick back and forth manically from Alex to the wolf. The air is filled with growls, snarls, and yips coming from every direction. You quickly count the wolves and come up with nine.
“I…" Alex responds in a shaky voice. "They're my friend. They won’t say anything, I swear. I will fix this, domine. I-I swear it."
“It is too late!” the wolf, apparently the alpha, snaps and bares his teeth at you. “It must be disposed of. You know the law.”
You clutch harder onto Alex’s jacket as the wolves step closer in unison. Your heart slams in your chest and you can feel your breaths catching in your throat with the panic as you start to hyperventilate.
“Alex, please tell me you can fix this. Please, I’m scared,” you mutter into their ear as they stand.
“I won’t let them hurt you,” they respond and then address the alpha wolf. “You can’t have them. We must find another way. This is my wrongdoing. Take me, instead.”
You watch with frantic eyes. You try to step closer to Alex but there's no more room for you to go.
“If you insist, Parvulus, then we shall take you both!” the wolf growls, lunging forward.
As he does so, Alex shoves you back and you fall onto the ground. You wince as the hard concrete slams against your tailbone but scramble to your feet quickly as you notice the wolves closing in on you. You glance back over to Alex and scream. They’ve shifted into the form of a wolf, just like the others, although much smaller. The massive alpha wolf lunges toward Alex and clamps down hard on their neck, despite Alex’s best efforts to fight back. You whimper in fear as you can do nothing but watch and hope Alex can save you both. Most of the wolves descend upon Alex and you gasp as they start to rip at their fur and face. The massive black alpha wolf steps away from the massacre and shifts its attention to you.
“I do so love my dinner fresh,” it growls, baring its teeth.
You step backward with your hands outstretched and absolutely no idea what to do. The wolf lunges forward suddenly and you drop to your knees, throwing your arms over your face. To your surprise, nothing happens. You feel no pressure and no pain. You open your eyes to see another wolf in front of you. This one is larger than the other and has sandy, yellow fur. It growls as it stands in front of you like it's trying to guard you against the other black wolf.
“They are under my reign. Leave them alone or die,” the sandy wolf barks.
‘Who are you to claim it?“ the black wolf hisses. ”My pack has discovered it here. It is ours to take.“
“Do you not smell my mark on them? My claim.”
The sandy wolf growls and they begin to circle each other. You slowly back up, glancing over at Alex, who lies off to the side, lifeless and bleeding terribly. The black wolf growls and then lunges at the sandy one, clamping its teeth onto its neck. You gasp and cover your mouth as the sandy wolf does the same to the black one. As they toss each other around back and forth, you run over toward Alex, who’s now sitting up. You pause in your tracks as Alex’s fur begins to retreat into their skin. Once they appear mostly human, you drop to your knees beside them and start examining their wounds.
“I’m sorry,” is all they say before your attention is redirected toward the wolf fight going down in the middle of the room.
The sandy wolf has the black one pinned down with all four paws and is tearing at its neck mercilessly. The black wolf is whimpering in pain as it tries to wriggle out from under the sandy one. It bites hard onto the sandy wolf’s stomach and it howls and releases the black wolf from its grasp. The black wolf then growls and runs away limping, its pack following behind.
“This is not over, Impetus,” it growls as it runs off.
The sandy wolf stands still, its head moving as it tracks the black wolf’s retreat.
“Help me!” Alex shouts and you turn toward them with wide eyes. You shake your head, not understanding their meaning.
Alex scrambles toward the corner and the space is suddenly filled with light. You hadn't even noticed it was there before. Chains are bolted securely onto the wall and attached to metal contraptions that look like animal traps. There are several stations, each with the same combination of chains. It looks like a trap for wild animals. Wild wolves. Alex unclamps some of the chains and moves deftly to hook one onto the sandy wolf’s back left foot. The wolf rears up and slams down on Alex, pushing them over. They slide back across the concrete and slam into the wall. They clutch their shoulder and glance over at you with fearful eyes.
“Stop!” you shout, stepping toward the wolf.
You slide your shoe off quickly and toss it at the creature. It bounces off his shoulder and he turns to glare at you, although he makes no move to attack you. Because he shifted, however, he has also exposed his other back foot to Alex, who moves quickly to chain it to the wall. He howls and pulls against the chains as he turns back toward them and begins to approach Alex. Your friend is bleeding from their nose, the side of their head, and all over their arms and legs. They can’t defend themself. The wolf rears back, preparing to pounce. You gasp and sprint over to Alex, throwing yourself in front of them.
“No!” you shout, throwing your open palms in front of the wolf. “Stop!”
It jerks back suddenly. You gaze into its eyes which soften immediately. It steps back and you watch as the yellow eyes start to fade into blue. They widen and the wolf pauses, long enough for Alex to jump to action, chaining its last two paws up and turning an ancient-looking crank to pull the wolf back against the wall. It weakly fights the chains but then drops defeatedly.
You feel sadness and pity rising in your throat. Tears threaten to spill as you stare into the eyes of the wolf. You’d know those eyes anywhere. Those blue sparkling eyes like waves on a stormy sea and the sandy fur, almost exactly the same human blonde color as…
“Austin…” you whisper quietly. “Austin…”
The wolf bows its head, lying limply on the floor in almost a shamed position. You shake your head and step toward him slowly and carefully. He barely reacts as you approach him. Once you’re close enough to touch him, you drop down to your knees. You lift your hand and then hesitate in the air before gently placing your shaking fingers underneath the wolf's head. You lift it by the chin and stare into the eyes again. The wolf huffs in your grasp and raises its gaze to meet you.
“Oh Austin, baby…” you say, your face screwing up with tears. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
You drop your gaze down, not wanting Austin to see you cry. But your head shoots back up when you feel his face starting to shift in your hand. You pull your hand back with a gasp as Austin’s fur begins to shrink back into his skin. You fall back onto your ass and watch as his eyes flick back and forth from yellow to blue. His large teeth shrink back into his gums, still sharper than normal human teeth but rounding out slowly. The structure of his face cracks and shifts back into place. His head drops down, his arms restrained behind him. He releases a breath and you watch his back muscles as they contract with his breathing, now just human skin. His fingernails are still long and pointed, like claws, and when he lifts his head, you can see hair along his jawline. His nose is enlarged and his ears are pointed, just like the werewolves you see on tv.
“Here’s some cleaning stuff for you guys,” Alex’s small timid voice sounds from behind you. “Sorry about this. I’ll…leave you some time alone.”
Alex places the things she's carrying down on the ground next to you. It's a bowl of water and a towel, clearly previously used judging by the faded brownish-red blood stains. You and Austin both wait in silence until Alex has left the room. Immediately, you reach your hand back up to his face, placing it on his cheek and turning his gaze up to meet you. He glances at you with furrowed eyebrows. He looks ashamed. You take a few shaky breaths, the tears still gathering despite your best efforts to force them back down. He harshly pulls his face away from you, avoiding your eyes. You gulp and move to start unfastening the chains that hold his hands and arms hostage. He yanks his hand away.
“No. Not until I’m fully human again,” he says dryly. “I can’t risk the chance of hurting you.”
You nod and return to your seated position, not sure exactly what to say to him.
“I understand if you never want to see me again,” he continues.
You’re silent for a moment, genuinely trying to digest everything that’s just happened.
“Don’t be a fool, Austin,” you say. “Of course I want to see you again. I just…I don’t understand-”
“So now you know,” he interrupts you. He lifts his head and you can already see that the hair has shrunk considerably and he’s starting to look even more like his human self. “Why I’ve been so distant, why I’ve been acting so…weird lately.”
You nod slowly, dropping your eyes as it all starts to settle in. This is real. It’s actually happening. After a few moments of silence, you glance back at Austin to see the human man you know and love. You move again to unfasten his restraints. He recoils from your touch but you gently place a hand on his wrist.
“It’s okay. I’m not afraid. I trust you, Austin.”
His eyebrows remain furrowed but he allows you to undo the clamps and release him. As soon as you unclip the last shackle, he falls forward uncontrollably. You just barely catch him on your shoulder, although his heavy body pushes you onto the floor. You glance up at him, heat creeping onto your cheeks as he hovers over top of you.
“Well this is familiar at least,” you joke and he shakes his head with a sad laugh.
He grimaces as he pushes himself off of you. You stand and grab the bowl and towel with one hand, sliding the other arm around Austin's waist to help support him as you stumble over toward the couches and the fireplace. You drop Austin into one of the chairs as gently as possible. You kneel by him and soak the towel in the water. You look up at Austin’s body, taking a minute to assess the damage. He has a bad gash in his stomach and cuts and bruises everywhere else. Not to mention that his shirt was ripped to shreds and the black sweatpants he was wearing are barely strung across his frame. You ring out the towel and gently press it to the largest gaping wound on his stomach. He hisses and leans forward, his hands gripping tightly onto your wrist. You see the tips of his fingers lengthen and sharpen as his claw threaten to come out again. He releases you with a pained breath.
“Sorry…”
“It’s okay,” you reply and gently press the towel down again.
A few moments of silence pass until you gather the courage to speak.
“How..how did this happen?” you ask, shaking your head.
Austin chuckles dryly.
“You know that scar on my side,” he says and your eyes immediately drop to the place. You know it well. “Yeah, that one. I didn’t get it from a dog attack. Well, I guess I did but not a domestic dog. Not a pet, I mean. It was a wolf. My alpha.”
“Your…alpha? That black wolf that was trying to eat me?”
“Esuriens? No, he was never my alpha. My alpha is dead. His name was Magnus.”
“Wait…that wolf, it called Alex something different, something that started with a p?”
“Parvulus. It means ‘little one,’ because they’re the smallest wolf in the chapter. Every werewolf is solidified into their pack with a Latin name that has to do with their personality or characteristics. Latin is the language of the werewolves since our sire was Latin, the first werewolf.”
“The chapter? I thought werewolves were in packs.”
“They are. But packs are also organized into chapters. We’re very organized, you know,” he says with a smirk. You smile and dip the towel back into the water.
"What’s your Latin name?”
“Impetus. It means impulsive,” he says with a chuckle. You smile and bite your lip.
“Sounds about right. So, what exactly is this place and how come that other…pack just showed up here?”
“This is the chapter headquarters. It’s where we all meet for our yearly ceremony and commencement. That stone table up there, that’s the altar. It’s how we call our fellow pack members.”
“I thought you could just howl?”
“Only the alpha can howl to call their pack. Whenever betas or omegas need help, they use the altar. It was originally used by humans many centuries ago to call on the wolves whenever they needed help. When you touched the full moon symbol in the center, you sent out a distress call to the packs. Esuriens’ pack was probably the only one to respond since most of us like to stay inside on nights like these.”
You wring out the towel again and rewet it, shifting so that you can reach Austin’s face. He spreads his legs without question so that you can slide between them. You gulp and mutter your thanks as you reach up to clean the wounds on his head and face.
“Nights like these?”
He gestures up toward the beam of moonlight that shines down onto the floor.
“Full moon.”
“Right, of course. Well, where’s your pack? Where’s your…like alpha and stuff?”
He hisses and jerks forward, his hand latching itself onto your waist and squeezing as he works through the pain. Your heart begins to pound in your chest. You and Austin haven’t been intimate in a long time. And you've missed his touch like oxygen. He clears his throat as his blue eyes gaze deeply into yours.
“I…am the alpha,” he says. “My pack is at our lair, hopefully restrained and not hurting anyone. That’s why I couldn’t come tonight. I wasn’t sick. I was watching over my pack, but when I realized the distress call came from you, I knew I had to come."
“How could you possibly have known it came from me?”
"Your scent and your heartbeat. I know them. Intimately," he says with a smile. You bite your lip as you place the towel back down on his wound. “I always have a good sense for where you are and whether you're in danger. Sometimes I tap into it just to check on you."
"So...you stalk me?" you ask jokingly with a chuckle.
"No! I'm just watching out for you. Don't be a perv."
You giggle and wring out the towel again.
"So, do you stalk me often?"
"Only when I think you might've made a bad decision. I almost didn't come tonight, actually."
"Oh?" you ask, looking at him incredulously. "Why's that?"
"I...really shouldn't be around you when the full moon hits. That’s why I was so distant before and-”
He hisses as you accidentally push a little too hard on a wound on his arm. His mention of the distance between you threw you through a quick flash of anger, but you quietly apologize and release the pressure.
“I don’t understand why you couldn’t just tell me this," you say. "Why is it so dangerous for you to be around me?”
He glances at you, his eyes asking you to let it go, but you persist, gesturing with your hand for him to continue. He sighs and shakes his head.
“The truth, Y/N, is that the full moon brings out all of our most animalistic traits. Not just the vicious ones but the…biological ones too.”
“What are you saying?” you sit back on your heels with furrowed eyebrows.
“I…when the full moon hits it makes us extra…well, horny. To a fault, sometimes. When my alpha died, he named me as his successor. Why I have no fucking clue but here we are. I had to leave to get control of myself. As an alpha, all of my senses were dialed to like a thousand. It got to the point where I couldn’t resist you whenever you were around, where I needed to have you, to smell your scent and touch you,” his eyes drop down to take inventory of your figure and you gulp nervously under his scrutinizing gaze. “It was becoming dangerous for us to be together. But what I learned while I was gone was…was that there’s a way to control it. There’s a way to turn that passion against itself.”
“What are you talking about, Austin? I don’t understand,” you whisper, having unintentionally moved closer to him.
Your hands are resting on his knees and he’s leaning over to look down at you. He raises a hand, wincing with the movement, and places his open palm on your cheek. You lean into his touch as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.
“You’re the key to controlling my shift.”
“I thought you just said I was the reason you can't control it?”
“You are, or you were. But what I was tapping into was my lust for you, my desire. But if I just focus on how you make me feel, the way my heart reacts to you, my…my love for you, then I can anchor myself in those human feelings.”
“Love?”
“I never stopped loving you, Y/N. I’ve only learned to love you harder and that love makes me stronger. I need you but not in the way I did before. I need your soul, everything that you are. It’s all meant for me as I’m meant for you.”
You pull away from him for a moment, feeling overwhelmed with so many emotions you could never name. them all You release a few deep breaths as you try to get a handle on your feelings. It’s as if your heart is reaching out to him like it knows the words he speaks are true, like it wants you to give in. You feel tears brimming in your eyes.
“You said...you told the other alpha that you marked me, claimed me or something. What did you mean?”
Austin’s fingers gently curl around your wrist and lift your arm up into the space between you. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he gently flips your wrist around and runs his thumb over a tiny, vaguely star-shaped scar on your wrist. You’ve noticed it before, of course, but you figured you just stabbed yourself with your nail overnight or accidentally cut it at some point and never noticed. Austin smiles handsomely and looks up to gaze into your eyes.
“This scar is my claim on you. It contains my scent and warns all other werewolves that you’re taken, that you belong to me and to my pack. I have the same here,” he lifts his wrist and you see that you do, in fact, have matching scars.
“How did you do it?”
“With my claw.”
“How did I not feel it?”
“Our marks are done while our soulmate sleeps. It causes no pain to them. If the scar remains, the soulmate has accepted the match. The only way it can be undone is for both parties to reject the union.”
You look away as the brimming tears start to fall down your cheeks. Austin’s hand maneuvers your face back to him and he tilts his head like a puppy to look at you.
“What’s wrong, love? Does this make you unhappy?”
“No, I…it’s just all so much,” you say through tears. Austin gently wipes them away from your cheeks and smiles sadly.
“If you want to remove it, we can do so. Just say the word and I’ll be out of your life forever.”
“Shut up, Austin,” you chuckle through shaky breaths. “I never want to remove it. I want it there forever. I want you there forever.”
He inhales sharply before crashing his lips onto yours. His hands immediately clutch onto your waist and he pulls you to stand. You slide your knees onto the chair and sit down on his lap. Your hands find his shoulders and then slide up onto his neck. You tangle your fingers into his hair. He tilts his head as one of his hands slides up your neck and into your hair, holding your lips against his. You tug on his roots and he moans quietly into your mouth. His hands grip you harshly and you can already feel him growing stiff underneath your legs.
His lips slip off of yours and attach themselves to your neck. His fingers pull on your locks to tug your head to the side so he can reach your neck better. You tilt your head back as he bites onto the sensitive skin under your jaw. You moan quietly and bite your lip. You gasp as you feel his hips rise up to meet you but then wince as his grip tightens on you and he bites down hard on your throat. Your hands fly to his chest and you firmly push him back. He stares up at you with wide eyes and swollen pink lips, shining with his saliva.
“Fuck I’m sorry…” he says, his eyebrows furrowing as he drops his head.
You slide your finger underneath his chin and tilt his head up.
“It’s okay,” you reply and lean forward to press a gentle, chaste kiss onto his lips. “Just be careful with me, tiger. Or should I say wolf.”
He smiles, pulling you flush against him, his strong arms wrapped tightly around your frame. He buries his face in your shoulder, rubbing his head around as he nestles there. You close your eyes and sigh contentedly. You missed this and now you understand why Austin used to do this so much.
“Are you marking me with your scent?” you ask with a giggle.
He pulls back and you can already see a blush settling on his cheeks. Whether it’s from his embarrassment or the heat of your makeout session, you aren’t sure.
“Sort of…”
You laugh and kiss his hot forehead.
“Alright,” he says, sliding his hands underneath your legs and lifting you, “let’s get you home. Come on.”
He carries you bridal style along the dark Halloween night streets and you nestle into his hot skin. He smells earthy, musky, and like dried sweat. You somehow manage to fall asleep and, the next thing you know, your eyes are opening to see Austin carefully tucking you into your bed.
“I need to get back to my pack, but I’ll check on you in the morning.”
“I was supposed to be checking on you. Did you change my clothes?” you ask with a contented smile as you realize you’re no longer in costume and in a large t-shirt instead. Actually, it’s one of Austin’s old tees you never gave back.
He smiles and sits on the edge of the bed, intertwining his fingers into yours. You feel his thumb swiping over the scar and you smile wider.
He leans over and gently presses his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss, squeezing his fingers between yours. You curl your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. He squeezes your shoulders, rubbing his head into your neck. You breathe him in, satisfied that he’s leaving your bedroom with your scent all over him. When he pulls back, he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and then pulls the blankets up to your chin. He runs his fingers through your hair.
“Rest well, my love,” Austin says and you close your eyes, slipping into a deep sleep.
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Cabin in the Woods
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler
Requested: yes - @scrambled-eggs-y i hope you like it love!
Prompt: #11 Dialogue - "Oh, I see. I someone a little scared?"
TW: Mentions of some pretty scary stuff 😅 blood, gore, demons, etc. They're scary stories, so just be aware!
Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 1753
A/N: i stole these scary stories from online and then changed them lolol i could not come up with a scary story on my own if my life depended on it 💀
🦋 mila
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“I’m bored,” you say, pulling your knees in closer to your chest. “We should play a game or something, Austin. You decide.”
“Alright,” Austin responds, leaning back onto his elbows in the mud behind him.
You’re currently sitting underneath a massive oak tree around a crackling firepit with a marshmallow shoved onto the end of a wooden roasting stick. You’ve been looking forward to this camping trip with your best friend Austin for a really long time. While you told everyone it was an enthusiasm for camping, the reality is that you’ve been vastly looking forward to having some alone time with him. When he suggested that just you and he spend the weekend at his parent’s cabin together, you were surprised, but there was no way in hell you were about to turn that opportunity down. And now, here you are, shaking from the cold breeze and sweating from nerves at the same time.
“Ooh I got it,” Austin continues after a short silence. “How about we tell each other scary stories?”
You can’t help but chuckle as you carefully pull the sticky marshmallow off the poker and plop it into your mouth.
“What are we, like five? I haven’t told a scary story since I was a kid.”
“I see. Can’t handle the adult scary stories. That’s fine. We can do something else.”
“Hold on now,” you murmur, wiping some sticky marshmallow residue from the side of your mouth. “I did not say that. I can handle whatever you throw my way. In fact, why don’t you start us off.”
“Gladly,” Austin responds, offering an exaggerated bow. You giggle but roll your eyes before he begins his spooky tale. “When I was a kid in Anaheim, we lived in this neighborhood with a lot of families and it was a pretty tight community. So, when someone new moved it, we usually all noticed. Well, this family moved into a house at the end of the street, which was kinda run down and creepy looking. Most kids avoided it, even during Halloween. It was a nice family, parents and a couple of young kids, two boys and a girl, I think. The adults liked to say that the house was haunted. There was a woman who died there and, apparently, everyone blamed the husband who disappeared not too long after her death. They said the woman’s spirit haunted the house and that she hated men. I used to hang out with one of the kids, Max was his name. After a while, I started noticing all these cuts and bruises, like he was being hurt by something. It started getting worse and, whenever he was mean to his sister or any of the girl kids in the neighborhood, he’d get these scratches. And they weren’t paper cuts here, Y/N, we’re talking lacerations a few centimeters deep all up and down his body. Long, catlike scratches. Like they came from a woman's long nails.”
You’re not necessarily scared by his story but as you glance around your surroundings, you start to realize how dark it is outside. You gulp, trying to refocus your attention on him and not to think about how you can barely see beyond the outline of the circle of trees in which you both sit.
“One day, the kid comes running out of the house. We were all playing, the rest of the neighborhood, in the street. And this kid comes sprinting out of the house, screaming bloody murder. I look over and he’s got blood everywhere, all over his arms and up his neck and on his face. There’s blood streaming out of his eye sockets and dripping down his face. There was so much, his eyes were just red, stained with the blood. It was matted into his hair and all over his clothes. When I looked closer as he ran by, I saw it. Tiny nails, almost like those fake ones you get at the store? They were stuck all over his body, stuck in him, like they’d been jammed into his skin. Suddenly, he just fell on the grass by us. Dead.”
You shudder as a cold breeze blows and the images that Austin is describing flash through your brain. You instinctively jerk your head toward the dark forest as if you can feel a threat brewing there as if scanning your surroundings will save you if something is hiding there.
“Y/N, you good?”
“What? Oh yeah. Just fine,” you respond, curling your arms over your chest and trying to rub the goosebumps away from under your jacket.
“You shivered.”
“Yeah…It’s cold,” you say with a shrug.
You jump unintentionally when the haunting sound of a wolf howling in the distance echoes through the trees and the black night sky.
“Oh, I see,” Austin mutters, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. “Is someone a little scared?"
He wiggles his eyebrows as that evil smile continues to crease his cheeks. You can feel heat immediately creeping into your own face and cross your arms more firmly over your chest. You shake your head vigorously and add a scoff for good measure.
“Absolutely not. I’m not scared of your stupid story, Austin.”
“Oh? Then you won’t mind if I tell another one?”
You bite the inside of your cheek as your ear picks up on another unidentifiable sound from somewhere deep in the dark forest behind you.
“Nope. Go for it,” you say, gulping.
Austin smirks again, sitting up and propping his arms onto his knees. While he thinks of a horror story to relay to you, your eyes travel up and down his frame. He’s wearing a pair of dark black jeans with holes in the knees and a blue flannel with a grey hood attached. The hood is pulled over his head, his blonde curls just barely peeking out from underneath the fabric. You clear your throat in the silence to snap yourself back to reality
“Alright. I got one. You ready?”
“Of course.”
“There was a woman named Kelly who worked as a forensic nurse in a hospital. She had an older patient, Maria, who swore she was being haunted and abused by a demon she called Tiberius. The nurses would leave Maria alone and when they returned later, they’d find her like she’d been in a fight with a boxer. She’d have bloody lips, black eyes, markings all over her body. Things in the room moved by themselves. Maria would cry at night, screaming for help that never came. The doctors had to put her into protective restraints. They thought she was hurting herself. Nothing changed. Maria was small and weak. There was no way she could have hurt herself while restrained. And she certainly couldn’t have moved furniture. Yet, every time the nurses came to see her, she was covered in bloody bruises and strange marks. And the furniture was not where it had been left. Whenever they asked Maria what was wrong, she just said ‘Tiberius is unhappy.’”
Another chill flows through your body and you pull your jacket and knees closer into your body. You can feel your heartbeat increasing as Austin tells the story, your anxiety rising with every word. You gulp down emotion and resist the urge to glance at the darkness next to you even though everything in your being is yelling at you to look. Just take a peek. Just a little one.
“One night, it was just Kelly, the forensic nurse. She was taking the night watch, checking on all the patients. She heard Maria screaming, as she often did, and made her way toward Maria’s room. When she tried to open the door, it wouldn’t budge. She pulled and yanked, but it wouldn’t open. She knocked on the door and yelled for Maria, who continued to scream and scream. When Kelly ordered Maria to open the door, it wasn’t Maria who responded. It was a deep, raspy voice that sounded like a thousand voices speaking at once. ‘Maria isn’t here,’ it said.’”
By the time Austin stops speaking, you feel like crying. You can only imagine how pathetic you look, staring at Austin with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, tears brimming at the edge of your eyelids as you fight against your own mind. You know the story Austin told isn’t real but…but what if it was?
“Y/N, are you okay?” Austin asks, glancing over at you.
You want to assure him that you’re fine, just a little freaked out. But you can’t bring yourself to speak. You blink away tears and just freeze under Austin’s concerned gaze. He shifts, tilting his head to look at you better as he gently takes ahold of your shoulders.
“Are you okay, Y/N? Did I do too much? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you like this,” he says quickly, his warm palm on your cheek suddenly jerking you into consciousness. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize that…well it’s not true. The story I told is totally fake. I made it all up. You have nothing to worry about and nothing to be scared of. I’m here to protect you and I-”
You jerk forward, slamming your lips onto Austin’s. Your eyes close so that you can ignore the fear that rises into your chest when you look into the darkness. Somehow, the darkness of your own body feels less scary than any dim lighting the real world could offer right now. You kiss Austin harshly, desperately, searching for warmth and comfort in his lips. After a few seconds, you feel Austin pressing back against you. His hand curves around your cheek and the other intertwines into your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. You pull back and nervously open your eyes to glance at Austin. He’s smiling, goofily, down at you. His blue eyes are almost orange with the warm light of the fire glaring into them. He gently strokes your cheek and stares at you with caring eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t know it would bother you so much. But…I’m not too unhappy with the result. I’m here to protect you. I’d kinda like to, actually.”
You giggle, feeling relief. As another unidentifiable noise sounds from the dark woods, you squeeze Austin’s hand absentmindedly.
“It’s okay,” you reply. “But let’s just go inside now where it’s safer and you can do all the protecting you want, Aus.”
He chuckles, holding onto your torso as you drag him inside the warmth of the cabin.
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The Demon to Your Angel
Character/Fandom: Austin Butler
Requested: yes - anon!
Prompt: You're having the best time ever at the biggest Halloween party in the area. Until your best friend, the other half of your angel/demon costume, ditches you. Luckily, a mysterious and incredibly handsome demon comes to your rescue. This fic can be read with a GN reader but the costume does lean generally fem.
#7 NSFW: “I’ll be the demon to your angel.”
TW: A quick mention of death if you squint but that's it!
Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 2405
A/N: this is such a fun prompt, so i hope y'all enjoy this one!! 💕
🦋 mila
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“Y/N! Y/N! I need you.”
Your head jerks to attention as Carrie, your best friend and the other half of your costume, hops over to you with a massive smile plastered on her face. She takes ahold of your hands and pulls you around to face her straight on.
“What’s up, bestie?” you ask, sharing her excited expression even though you don't yet know what she's so enthusiastic about.
“I am so, so sorry about this, but I think I have to leave,” she explains and your smile quickly fades.
“Leave? What do you mean?”
“Okay, see that guy over there?” she asks and you follow her fingers which are gesturing toward a super tall and nicely built man standing in the corner. He’s dressed as a baseball player with tight pinstripe pants and a fake jersey and everything.
“What about him?”
“We’ve been hanging out all night and we've both totally been flirting. I can tell that he likes me. A lot. I think we’re gonna hook up but I have to be home by twelve, curfew you know, so I need to leave now if I wanna get him in,” she expands.
“Carrie! Are you serious? Do you even know him?”
“I mean technically not, but I know him well enough to know that I want him in my pants.”
“You’re seriously gonna leave me here alone to go sleep with some dude you just met?”
“No, but I really like him. Like really like him.”
“But you can’t go! You’re the other half of our costume. It’ll look stupid if you leave.”
“It won’t look stupid! Tons of people dress as sexy angels for Halloween,” your best friend squeezes your fingers and then points toward someone passing who is, in fact, also dressed as a sexy angel. “See, there’s one. Y/N, you know that I wouldn’t ask this unless I was really serious. Please?”
You sigh as you stare over into her big puppy dog eyes and pouty lower lip. Although you’ve already decided to let her go, you pretend to consider her offer for a few moments. You finally groan and then nod.
“Fine. But you’d better score an in-the-park home run with this one for what you’re putting me through,” you reply firmly.
Despite your unamused tone, a smile quickly spreads across your face. Carrie practically jumps into your arms, throwing her hands around your shoulders and pulling you close. She squeezes you painfully and you gently pat her back.
“Okay hurting me, hurting me,” you choke out and she pulls away with a laugh.
She winks and thanks you before zipping off to find the baseball player again. Before you know it, you’re standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room by yourself. You know a few people at the party but not nearly enough to make you feel comfortable. Crossing your arms over your chest, you wade through the crowd and find your way into the kitchen for a drink and some quiet time. As you pass, you scan the faces around you, trying desperately to find someone, anyone, you know or at least someone interesting to talk to. No such luck.
You walk into the bright kitchen, reaching for a red Solo cup to scoop yourself some of the spooky punch the host has mixed up. As you raise the spoon up from the punch bowl, your stomach turns at the nausea-inducing dark green liquid. A small placard in front of the bowl reads ‘Witch’s Brew’ and you place the spoon back inside.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” you mumble to yourself although there’s no one else in the kitchen to hear you.
You're leaning over to inspect the other drink options when a man’s voice startles you.
“Looking for something?”
Your head pops up to see a young man you’ve never met before. You don’t even think you’ve ever seen him before. He’s tall with long legs and a thin frame. His hair curls around the top of his head and a few strands flop lazily onto his forehead. You can tell that he's naturally blonde but the tips of some of the locks have been sprayed or dyed a deep, dark red. You find yourself startled again when your eyes meet his gaze. Yellow…his eyes are yellow?
As he takes a step closer, you breathe a sigh of relief. Of course, he has contacts on, which you assume are part of whatever costume he’s supposed to be wearing.
“Just something to drink that doesn’t look like regurgitated salad,” you say, gesturing toward the green liquid.
A handsome smirk crosses his features and you take that moment to admire the dramatic curve of his Cupid’s Bow and the strong, harsh angles of his jawline.
“There’s beers in the fridge,” he says, taking another step into the kitchen and leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Thanks,” you reply but make no effort to move. You’re far more interested in drinking him in.
You take a moment to glance down at his costume, or whatever vague bits of it there are. Besides the contacts and red tips, he’s donning a bit of black eyeshadow around his eyes and eyeliner on his waterline. As for the costume itself, it’s extremely ambiguous: just a grey t-shirt with rips and tears in it, a pair of black ripped jeans, and a leather jacket over that with matching black combat boots. A belt is latched across his waist with a chain hanging loosely near his hipbone. He could be any number of things, a vampire, a biker, some kind of rockstar.
“So…what are you supposed to be?” you ask.
“What do you think I am?” he quips, that mischievous smirk returning.
You scoff and shake your head, leaning over the kitchen counter. You catch his eyes drifting down and taking inventory of your chest, which is quite visible to him now that your torso is bent in half over the counter.
“Hmm….smile, please,” you respond.
“What for?”
“I need to see your teeth to make a more educated conjecture.”
He shakes his head dismissively but smiles anyway, making sure that you can see his canines clearly. You hum to yourself when you don't notice any fangs or other tooth modifications glued or attached to his natural pearly whites.
“Not a vampire…are you some sort of possessed biker? A rockstar? A metal singer? A ghost?”
He chuckles, taking a few steps closer to you and mimicking your position over the counter.
“Not exactly.”
“Damn. Well then, I give up. What are you?”
He shrugs, tossing his hand with the fingers curled upward in a gesture that acts out exactly what he replies.
“Whatever you need me to be.”
You absentmindedly recoil just a tad, surprised by his answer. You can’t help the laugh that manages to slip out from between your lips.
“Okay, hot stuff,” you reply with a giggle. “Your timing is perfect, couldn't be better, actually. I could really use you. The other half of my costume kinda left already.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, she had a date with a baseball player.”
“I'm happy to be her replacement. But first, let me look at you so I can figure out what I need to become.”
“Do you…seriously not understand what I’m supposed to be?”
A fleeting moment of panic thumps your chest as you wonder if your costume has somehow been unclear the entire night. But your concern quickly fades when you glance down at your body-hugging white dress, white fishnet stockings, white boots, and matching white feathery wings.
“Oh, I know what you are. I just wanna get a better look at you. All of you,” he says and you find yourself lost for words.
Your heart begins to thump in your chest and you gulp as you stare across the kitchen at him. You can barely discern a hint of blue iris underneath the bright yellow contacts in his eyes. His gaze is so intense at the moment that you have a difficult time tearing yourself away from it. After a few seconds of strange, impulsive staring, you clear your throat and jerk yourself back to reality.
“Uh…sure thing,” you say, stepping out from behind the counter.
As you move into his full view, you nervously pull the hem of your dress down and adjust the headband pushed into your hair on which you hot-glued a sparkly halo made from a cheap boa. His gaze follows you as he takes you in. After a few minutes of silence, his eyes dragging painfully slowly up and down your figure, you finally speak up.
“So…what am I, then?”
“Angel. Which means I’m guessing the other half of your costume was a demon?”
“Yes, she was a demon.”
He pushes himself off the counter and approaches you. You feel your body stiffen as he steps closer to you. The heels of his boots echo quietly in the small room. He advances until he’s standing right in front of you, so close that you can just barely smell a hint of his musky cologne.
“Don’t worry,” he says, lifting a finger underneath your chin and tilting your face up to meet his. “I’ll be the demon to your angel.”
His thumb clamps onto your chin, holding your face hostage and your gaze firmly attached to his. You’re completely and utterly frozen under his touch. You don’t know what to do with yourself other than stare up at him. But you don’t get to do it for long because his grip tightens and he pulls your face up toward his. Your eyes widen at first and quickly flutter closed when his lips land on yours. You usually don’t kiss men you’ve just met but he’s so…so…
You find your body stepping closer to him, your fingers grasping onto the smooth fabric of his leather jacket and holding him close to you. His fingers release your chin and wind around your waist, pulling your stomach flush against his. Your lips separate with a satisfying pop as you pull back just long enough to look up at him.
“You’re like a dream…” he whispers, his warm breath tickling your lips. With your eyes still closed, you giggle breathily and smile.
“What kind of dream?”
“The best dream I’ve ever had. When I die, I hope I’m lucky enough to wake up and find you at the gates of heaven.”
“Oh my god,” you reply with another giggle. “That was seriously the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Hey, heaven is supposed to be paradise, isn’t it?”
He smirks and readjusts so that his palm is cupping your cheek while the other grips your hip. You let your hands slide up his chest and tangle onto his neck and hair as he leans down for another kiss. You feel him starting to walk you back and unintentionally yelp into the kiss when your back hits the cool steel of the refrigerator. His strong, lean body pushes onto your frame. Your fingers tug at his hair, winding around the soft curls and clawing through the crusty parts with the colored hair spray. His hand falls to your hip and onto your thigh, gripping the exposed skin and-
“Uh..hey where’s the beer?”
The mysterious man releases you and steps back, flustered and startled. When he’s out of the way, your eyes land on a random party guest dressed as a minion with yellow body paint and blue overalls. You hastily readjust your dress and the headband again before pulling the straps of the wings back onto your shoulders.
“Uh, yeah, in there, man,” your demon counterpart responds, gesturing toward the fridge.
You quickly step out of the way as all of the heat in your body floods into your face, neck, and ears. The minion steps up to the fridge and pulls out a handful of beers. Meanwhile, you tuck your hands behind your tailbone and lean against the counter, avoiding the eyes of the two men in the room while you try to get a handle on the embarrassment you're experiencing. Several awkward silent moments pass as the man shuts the fridge and returns to the party. When he’s gone, you finally dare to make eye contact with your newfound demon partner.
“Well that was awkward,” you say nervously with a fake laugh.
He just shrugs. Your mind flashes back to the minion costume and your eyes refocus on his low-effort costume again.
“Hey, what are you actually supposed to be, anyway?” you ask. “You obviously wore some kind of costume cause I can see your makeup and contacts.”
“Oh, I'm not anything,” he says with a shrug. “I didn’t dress as anything specific, but I didn’t wanna get called out for not being in costume. I had my sister slap this makeup on me to make me look just spooky enough so that people wouldn’t question it.”
You step up to the kitchen counter, resuming the same leaning position that you’d been in earlier. He mimics you once again.
“So…you just came as some normal dude with makeup? Why the contacts, though? People who don’t care about their costumes don’t just decide to wear contacts for fun.”
“I just thought they made me look cooler. Don’t you?”
He throws a couple of finger guns your way and you laugh.
“You aren’t wrong. They do make you look very, very cool,” you agree with a nod.
“Plus I had to look my best,” he says, readjusting his jacket and straightening himself up. He holds out his elbow for you to take. “Meeting an angel as dreamy and beautiful as you warrants a demon’s very best attire. May I have the pleasure of escorting my angel home tonight?”
You giggle and curtsey before linking your arm in his. You make your way back through the living room, where most of the party is. He helps you remove your angel wings and shrug on your coat. As you exit the party and start on the walk home, he carries your wings in one hand and intertwines his fingers into your other hand. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he speaks up.
“What should I call you, my angel?” he asks, shooting you a grin.
You’d forgotten that neither of you knew the other’s name. You’d both gotten so caught up in the chaos and desperation of your attraction that you hadn’t even introduced yourselves to each other.
“Y/N.”
“Y/N,” he repeats quietly. “I’m Austin.”
“Austin the demon,” you say through a giggle. “And I always thought demons were supposed to be scary.”
“How do you think we get all the souls? Not by being scary. By being sexy,” he replies and you laugh again.
“Be sexy, not scary,” you repeat, holding your hands up as if you’re admiring a billboard. “I like it.”
“I like you,” he responds without missing a beat.
“I like you too, Austin.”
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