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Slut | Austin Sommers

austin sommers x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut with little plot, unprotected p in v, bondage, spanking, degrading names, biting, blood, possibly ooc (i’m so sorry)

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your boyfriend austin had dragged you to a writers/playwrite’s award show. he had just won an award for his newest script, and you weren’t happy about being dragged out of the manor. you teased him subtly the whole night, grinding on his lap as you sat on it, kissing his neck, grabbing his growing bulge under the table. so when you two got home, austin wasn’t exactly happy with you for giving him a hard on that wasn’t fixable in public. but that emotion was also mixed with a sense of horniness.

“you, darling, are a brat,” austin sang, pushing you down onto his bed. you let out a small whimper, feeling him practically ripping your dress off your body. austin exhaled, staring down at you as he rubbed his jaw, the slight stubble growing on his face starting to become visible.

“what exactly should i do to you? you do deserve a punishment..” he sighed. austin suddenly clapped his hands together, laughing as he rushed off to his closet. he came back about a few seconds later, chuckling to himself. in his hands was a black pair of handcuffs. you roll your eyes. bondage, really? typical austin, if you were being honest.

“no way,” you laugh. austin slapped your left thigh, the cold metal of his rings stinging slightly more than the skin-to-skin contact.

“wrists out, don’t make this harder than it has to be,” austin commanded. you hesitated, making austin more annoyed with you. he groaned, throwing his head back.

“wrists out.” he commanded. when you refused again, he forcibly grabbed your wrists, locking them in the handcuffs. you chuckled softly, taking out what he called his ‘fake teeth’, the caps that hid his fangs.

“i’m telling you now,” he started, bending you over his lap. “you resist, i bite. now for the spanking.”

austin laughed, grabbing you by your hips as he pulled you over his lap so you were sprawled out on your stomach. he sighed, looking down at you. his large hands roughly pulled your panties down to your ankles, immediately grabbing the skin of your ass. he hummed, kneeding the skin before finally delivering the first blow.

“ow-!” you whimper, your body flinch. “what was that for?!”

“you know you’re a brat, right?” austin chuckles, spanking you once more before flipping you onto your back on the bed. you whine as you hit the bed roughly, watching him take his belt off, pushing the slacks of his suit down to his ankles. he watches you writhe slightly on the bed as he fully undressed.

“you know how much of a slut you are?” he sighed, climbing over you. he spreads your legs, positioning himself at your now leaking entrance. you shudder, looking up at austin with pleading eyes, pleading for him to enter you.

austin starts thrusting, burying his face in your neck. you whine, feeling his cock completely filling you. your mind flashed back to how he always teased you about the first time you two fucked. how he wouldn’t fit, how he had to ‘stretch out that little pussy’ as he said in verbatim.

“mmph…austin—“ you whimper, trying not to scream out in pure ecstasy. austin nips at your neck, making you squeal.

“that hurts—“ you mewl. austin clearly didn’t care, one hand going to your clit as he continued his thrusts. he bit harder into your neck, drawing blood.

you push your head back into the bed, closing your eyes and sighing. you didn’t want to tell him how much that hurt, how much you hated when he used you as his little ‘snack’ between kills.

“you want attention, don’t you? love, attention, and barrels of money” austin whispered, sucking the blood out of the lesion he created in the side of your neck. he continued his thrusts, his skin hitting yours, your sweat combining and filling the air with a less-than-pleasant smell of sex.

“you gonna cum?” he laughed, slapping your clit. you whimper, nodding. austin sped up his thrusts, panting.

“come like a good girl…oh, you’re such a slut,” he breathed, huffing through his teeth as he sped up his thrusts. you felt your orgasm come flooding down over you like a tsunami. you buck your hips up, feeling austin collapse into you.

“are you on birth control?” he whispered into your ear.

“no?” you pant.

“whoopsies” was the only thing he responded with.

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fear-is-truth · 7 months

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˖ ࣪ ⋆ . ˖ ࣪ ⋆ . ˚ MEET ME IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT ⋆.˚ ☾ .

──𝑨𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

୨ synopsis: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑐𝑒.

୨ warnings: 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤 | 𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥. 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦. 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 (𝑓! 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔). 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣. 𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑠.

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୨ love, jackie: 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘. 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠! ˖⁺⊹.

༄*ⴰ༢

“The moon looks so beautiful tonight,” you sighed, sinking into the plush backseat of the Rolls Royce. The night's feeding had left you all invigorated, the thrill of adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

“You coming in?” Snowflakes had begun to drift from the sky.

“Yeah,” his gaze flickered briefly toward the darkening sky. Instead of immediately assuming his usual position in the driver's seat, he chose to slide into the seat beside you, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Smiling, you draped both arms over his neck and kissed him. His mouth was soft against yours, his palm slightly cold as it cradled your cheek, fingertips coaxing into your hair.

“What are you thinking about?” You mumbled between kisses, sucking on his tongue, drawing a chuckle from him that mingled with the warmth of his lips on yours.

“This,” His palm slid down your side to your hip, tracing a path down your thigh.

“Mhm,” Scooting closer to the window, you pulled him onto the leather seat cushions, your back pressing against the door. His hand ventured further up your thigh, finding the sensitive dip between your leg and hip, eliciting a small gasp from your lips.

“And this,” Austin knelt on the floorboard, and it was only a matter of time before he was bunching your skirt up to your waist, spreading your thighs apart. His eyes were a shade darker than you could ever remember, like polished obsidian gleaming with an insatiable hunger, yet not for blood. No, that craving had already been sated. Instead, the hunger in his gaze was for something more primal, something that sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“And I thought I was just thirsty for blood,”

a flash of silver caught your eye, and you realized that he had his switchblade out, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he twirled it between his fingers. The flat blade pressed lightly against your leg, the coldness lighting up every cell in your body.. or perhaps it was lust? The sound of nylon ripping jolted you back to reality as Austin deftly dragged the blade, tearing a neat slit in your pantyhose.

“What the-” the tip of the blade disappeared under the opening of your panties, and with a swift flick of his wrist, the delicate fabric ripped. Grabbing fistfuls of the material, he tore it open, shoving the tatters aside. Austin looked up at you with faux innocence, an exaggerated look of surprise.

“Whoopsie…”

“That's the third pair you've ruined this week,” you chided, smacking his head gently.

“Stop wearing them then.”

He smirked before dipping his head between your thighs and exhaling deeply, breath hot and tongue wet against your exposed skin.

“Nectar, gladness of the immortals..”

The way his voice vibrated made coils of heat settle in your lower belly. He then pressed a tender kiss on the inside of your thigh before getting down to business. Warm lips wrapped around your clit, catching it in a tiny whirlpool of wetness and just enough friction. The tip of his tongue massaged the sensitive nerve in a rhythmic, up-and-down motion.

Long, slender fingers; pianist's fingers slid inside you and drew out a harmony of little whimpers and moans as he played you like an instrument…and what a fucking cliché that was, but you couldn’t care less. The way Austin moved with the finesse and grace of a maestro. Every kiss, every clever swipe of his tongue ignited a kaleidoscope of fireworks behind your eyelids.

“Oh God…” you mewled, throwing your head back with a wanton moan. You swore you could feel him smile against your convulsing cunt.

“Mghh- ah, Austin-” the sound of his name leaving your lips encouraged him to widen his mouth to accommodate every inch of your sex. Warmth spread through your entire body like wildfire, and you found yourself arching your back and grinding against his mouth for more pressure.

Each movement of his was orchestrated with precision as if carefully composed notes, building towards a crescendo of pleasure. For a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, your entire body surged with a white-hot heat, blinding in its intensity, until the pressure he had been coaxing from you finally reached its peak before exploding like a gentle burst of snowfall or a drizzle of rain. Your body trembled with it, fingers still tangled tightly in his hair.

The Rolls Royce rocked a little when Austin shifted position onto the seat, after an awkward exchange of limbs and rustle of clothes and you climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

A single heartbeat as you looked at each other before his gaze dropped to your lips and you tightened your grip on his shoulders, pulling him closer as you devoured his mouth hungrily. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you couldn’t help but grind into his erection, the pressure too enticing to resist.

Hand slid down from his chest to his crotch; fingers deftly wrapping themselves around his shaft and guiding the leaking, angry tip towards your entrance. You moaned in unison as you finally enveloped him to the hilt, straining your neck backward in response to the delicious stretch of him filling you.

There was a sense of rightness, as though your body was made for his and vice-versa. Your eyes fluttered open to see Austin staring back at you, pupils blown wide with a mixture of awe and voracity, the only other times you’ve seen that same look on his face was when he admired his work, entranced by his own brilliance.

Leaning forward with a smirk, you began to slide up and down his shaft, grinding down slowly at first, then faster as you established a rhythm. Thighs clenching, hips rolling forwards, tits bouncing up then down again as your body responded to the movement underneath you.

Austin placed his hands at your waist, encouraging you in time with the rhythm and you quickly slipped into that crescendo, watching his features succumb into animalistic rapture, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He was a beautiful mess beneath you; panting and moaning shamelessly as he met your thrusts, the thick slide of his cock in and out of you, the tip of him reaching that perfect spot every time. Leaning down, you claimed his mouth with yours, feeling his tongue pressing deep inside, swiping at the roof of your mouth as he fucked into you roughly, taking over as you faltered, hands tightening around your hips to steady you. Your breath hitched as you clenched involuntarily around him, prompting him to groan into your mouth.

Having sex with him transcended the tasteless depictions of pornography. It wasn’t just clothes off, fucking, clothes back on; it was an art form unto itself, a masterpiece painted with the hues of love, lust, and longing; melding the provocative with the sublime. This, you thought as you pulled away for a gasp of air, this was making love.

“yeah, just like that- ohh fuck,” he groaned back, his hands gripping your thighs as you started to struggle. A series of whimpers and moans spilled from your lips as you tried to participate, attempting to mimic the same ferocity that he was thrusting up into you, eventually giving up and letting him take control.

“A-Austin,” you gasped, breathless. It took the last vestiges of strength that you held yourself up for a few seconds before collapsing against him like a marionette with the strings cut. Grunting and panting, he caught you by the waist and jerked you down to sheath himself to the hilt on one final, upward thrust. You let out a wail as you felt the first rope of his release shoot inside you, blinding white light blurring the edges of your vision.

You lay in a heap of sweaty skin and limbs and heavy breathing, hands seeking out each other. Soft kisses were exchanged and you nuzzled your cheek against his, him reciprocating by lazily mouthing at your shoulder, teeth grazing against your skin.

A sharp rap on the window interrupted your embrace. Belle Noir peered through the passenger window, staring down at you with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Judging by the thin layer of snow dusting on her black coat, she had been standing outside for a while.

“Now, you two lovebirds, time to go.”

#𝓙𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 ── .✦#ahs #austin sommers x y/n #austin sommers x reader #american horror story #evan peters #ahs red tide

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