#austinbutler

[spoolsofgreenspoolsofblack]

can you write feyd rautha + jealous sex + something devious to do with a knife,

of course! hope you enjoy.

MINORS DNI- smut ahead you will be blocked <3

Possesion, Feyd Rautha. 18+ Content.

Warnings; knife riding, possessive behaviour, handjob, feyd calling u good girl 🤭

You hadn't known how you had gotten here, one minute you were enjoying a civilized conversation with Glossu Rabban about spice production, the next you were yelping as your husband whirled around the corner so suddenly and beat his brother to the ground; curtly picking you up and thrusting you to your shared room. His anger knew no bounds as he demanded you to ride the hilt of his beloved knife, was it such a crime to talk to your new in-laws? Apparently so as Feyd-Rautha had you moaning like a wanton whore on his metallic dagger.

“Oh, Feyd,” you moan out, eyes fluttering shut as your pearl moves against the hilt, a whine leaving you as you move your hips, trying to position it at your entrance despite yourself, “Please, my lord.” You whimper, growing desperate to be filled, even with this part of him.

Feyd shushes you and abandons your breast to grasp at your hip again, pressing soft kisses to your neck as takes heed of your pleas and helps you lower yourself down. His cock stirs within the leather of his trousers, already straining against the fabric as he watches your cunt swallow the hilt of his knife.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, guiding your hips with one hand as the other snakes up to your throat, smirking as he feels your moan vibrate against his palm, “There’s my girl.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you lower yourself down fully, sheathing the dagger within you. The smooth leather of the hilt feels amazing against your walls, as its curves and bumps hit all the right spots with incredible precision.

You cannot help the whimper that tumbles from your lips at Feyd’s words, your walls clench at the leather shaft as you begin to move, impaling yourself on the stem again and again as your husbands blown eyes watch you with awe, his own chest heaving as he notices the way your slick shines against the metallic cover, his mouth open as he panted.

“I’m the only one who will be able to see you this way, writhing and whimpering; for me and only me.” His voice was gruff as he lay claim to you, his possessive behavior only turning you on further.

Your fingers travel and dug into the sheets, clutching the fabrics. Your fingers crawl towards the man before you, finding your husbands bulging length.

Feyd groans against your lips as you grasp his length through his trousers, rubbing over the bulge before desperately pulling at the laces of his breeches. He helps you, taking pity on your shaking hands, and groans lowly into your mouth when your hand wraps around his length, quickly stroking him.

One of the etchings on the handle brushed deliciously over the sensitive spot within you each time you buck against the dagger and you melt against his chest as you swirl your hips, grinding yourself on it.

Feyd is all but animalistic as he groans and growls and licks into your mouth desperately before pulling away from you with a sigh, only to press hot kisses to the column of your throat; one hand fell to the blade, tapping it in a rhythm; as the other leaves your neck to tap over your aching pearl.

“Feyd!” You moan loudly, stroking over his thick, pulsing cock with one hand, keeping time with your hips as you sink over and over onto the handle of his dagger.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you pant, the fire in your belly threatening to consume you as your husbands fingers firmly circle your bud, “Feyd-“

“Let me have it,” he grunts, determined not to finish until he sees you breaking apart in his arms, “Give it to me, all to me, wife.” He coaxes, doubling his efforts on your sensitive pearl.

You feel your walls clench around the metal; the rhythm of the blade rubbing against your sweetest of spots pushes you over the edge as you whimper so sweetly, your fist still wrapped around feyds cock.

"That's it.... good girl." He smirked at your state; you panted as you looked up at him once more, eager to get the job done as you started moving your hand once more.

[austinbutlerslovers]

Austin.Butlers.Hands

[youaintnothinbuta]

This might be a little out there… but can I humbly request feyd rautha x reader where reader is a ward of the Harkonnens and has grown up with Feyd but his feelings have changed since they have gotten older and she catches him watching her while she’s naked in the bath 👀 and smut ensues 👀 kinda step sibling vibes if that makes sense

You most certainly can!! I love this idea, thank you for letting me run it up in my imagination 😋 sorry if it’s a bit short !!!

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” — feyd rautha x reader

Summary: see request

Pairing: feyd rautha x fem!reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, mature language, unprotected sex, sex in a bathtub (is that even a warning idk), probably typos you know meee

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You’d be lying if you said your days were filled with excitement, but being a ward for the Harkonnen’s, they were still rather exhausting. All day, from the moment you wake, you must be paying absolute attention to everything and everyone.

Finally, it was your time to unwind and get yourself ready for bed. The weight of your obligations lifted as you retreated to the sanctuary of your quarters. With a heavy exhale, you shed the layers of clothing that draped your frame.

Standing before the bath, you hesitated momentarily, savoring the anticipation of the forthcoming release. With deliberate movements, you lowered yourself into the welcoming embrace of the warm water. Instantly, you felt your muscles relax. You laid your head back gently against the tub, shutting your eyes, a small sigh escaping your lips again, however this one a sigh of content.

You reached for the washcloth that was draped over the edge of the tub. You dipped it into the warm water, allowing the fabric to soak up the soothing liquid before bringing it to your skin. Starting with gentle strokes, you traced the contours of your body. The sound of water dripping from the cloth, meeting the water you were sitting in echoed against the walls of the bathroom.

Once you were satisfied with your cleanliness, you allowed yourself to relax once again.

“I know you’re there, Feyd Rautha.” You said, your voice breaking the silence of the room. There was a pause, before his low chuckle shattered the stillness. He emerged from the shadows with the elegance of a predator stalking its prey. He approached you, wearing nothing but the thin black cloth that covered his groin.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, his voice, even huskier than usual, cut through the steam-filled air, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Leave, I’m bathing.” You insisted, your tone firm despite the flutter of nerves that danced in your belly. But Feyd was not deterred. He approached, his eyes alight with a hunger that could not be sated.

He hummed in response. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he remarked, reminding you that when you were children it wasn’t uncommon for you all to bathe together.

“Yes it is, I’m not a little girl anymore,” you countered.

“Believe me,” he growled, “I know.”

You looked up at him. At his body. Your eyes traced each outline of every defined muscle he had to offer. Your gaze lingered on him, drinking in every detail, until finally, it fell lower, drawn inexorably to the undeniable evidence of his erection straining against the thin fabric that barely concealed it. He let you gape at his body, enjoying it profusely.

Your entire body felt a chill, goosebumps covering your skin. He stepped into the bath, settling himself at the opposite end. He leaned towards you, and you could feel his breath against your damp skin as he spoke.

“I will be gentle with you. You will be so wet when I slide inside you.”

His words, the way they slipped past his lips, were meant to entice you. And they worked.

“Feyd,” you spoke his name quietly, breathily.

He took your arms in either of his hands, pulling your body over his. You settled yourself gently over him. He inhaled sharply at the feeling of the soft flesh of your pussy lips lightly touching the sensitive skin of his cock. His large hands found their way to your tits, squeezing them. Your nipples hardened under the caress of his thumbs. He kissed you, hungrily. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, seeking yours out. Your kiss became desperate, hurried, passionate. He bit down on your lip, causing you to moan into his mouth. You lifted yourself off him, letting his cock stand straight, then you slid down, impaling yourself on his thick shaft. He moved slowly, teasing you, until you were seated all the way to the hilt.

You felt so tight around him. He moved with incredible slowness, waiting for the feeling of your muscles to stop clenching around him, the sign that you were adjusted to him. He reached between your legs, finding your clit, rubbing it with firm strokes, making you moan. Finally feeling you relax around him, he began to thrust in and out of you, harder and faster, making you moan louder, squeeze your eyes shut. You dug your nails into the skin of his shoulders, drawing blood as you gripped him. He lifted your leg, letting your foot rest in his left hand as he was able to reach an ever deeper angle, his right hand still using his thumb on your clit. Cries fell from your lips as the water sloshed around you, smacking his chest and splashing your face.

“Look at me,” he commanded. When you opened your eyes, they landed on his, piercing you, holding you. That was all it took. With one final cry of his name, you came with such force, it caught him by surprise, making him lose placement on your clit, just long enough for his fingers to find it again, drawing every last drop of pleasure out of you as your orgasm wracked your body. He came inside of you, a primal grunt coming from his lips with every spurt of his hot cum shooting deep inside of you. He kissed your lips once more, shutting his eyes as he panted. You collapsed onto his chest, his strong arms wrapping around your back, providing you with some warmth. The water in the tub was cold now, but neither of you moved to get out, too content, exhausted and sated like this.

“We are not children anymore,” he snarled, “I have wanted you for some time now.”

“Na-Baron may have whatever he desires.” You whispered in his ear. He rested his hand on the back of your head, gently pressing your face to lie against the skin on his shoulder.

“Correct.” He whispered in reply.

[butlers-bitch]

just like wow

[foreverdolly]

summary: it's starting to look like he might never make it out of the friend zone. austin has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and he's terrified that you'll never see him as anything more than a best friend and protector. with the fear of you one day outgrowing him fresh on his mind, he's now hell bent on getting you to view him in a different light. madly in love and terrified to lose you, austin butler is playing for keeps.

pairings: 80’s mechanic!austin x best friend!reader

status: ongoing

warnings: SMUT! in part three, virgin!austin. . . need i say more?, i love pining and this fic is testament to that, shaky/hurried hands, who doesn't love a good best friends to lovers fic, he has a deep southern accent, austin is the small town's metalhead and he's swelteringly hot without even trying

word count: 8k

chapter index:

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three ✦ coming soon. . .

[tommydarlings]

Pour it out | a.b

pairing: husband!austin x wife!reader

warnings: none

w/c: 1.1k

summary: At Jimmy fallon's infamous tonight show, a lot of interesting and funny answers get told, but not all the questions.

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“Okay, so this is how it works!” Jimmy suddenly spoke up as soon as the audience stopped clapping for you. After a few seconds of admiring the amount of people that came to see you tonight, you looked at jimmy standing right across your standing figure.

He went on explaining the game, “Each shot sits on a coaster, which has a personal question written on it, okay?” you nodded, raising your eyebrows while you tried to figure what´s in these little shots. 

“You will read the question silently but you will give your answer out loud.” he said. “And then you have to choose whether to share what the question was or you can take the shot and keep it a secret.” he finished off, eyes now on you instead of the camera which is showing all of this on live television. 

You nodded and smiled before jimmy spoke up again, “You must reveal at least one question during the course of the game.” 

“Oh okay, got it.” you told him. 

“So, tonight America is finally gonna get all the answers from me and y/n Butler, just not all the questions.” He laughed before the audience and you joined his tiny fit of laughter. “You ready Mrs. Butler?” he asked you with a grin as he turned his body towards his line of small shots. 

“I am ready Mr. Fallon!” clapping your hands together as you took a good look at your line of shots, furrowing your brows at the colours of them. 

“Alright y/n, you go first.” jimmy told you before you grabbed the round card made out of wood from beneath your shot, telling the audience and jimmy the name of the shot. 

You silently read the question in your head, furrowing your brows as a smile crept up on your face, jimmy and the audience already chuckling at your reaction to the question.

“Alright, So I’ll just answer it.” You asked the host with a smile. Jimmy immediately nodded his head, “exactly.” You bit your lip before answering the question that everybody was desperate to know,

“Vanessa Hudgens.”

Some people in the audience gasped as you tried to make out what jimmy was thinking about right now.

“Like in THE Vanessa hudgens, your husband’s ex girlfriend?” He quietly asked you, probably not a hundred percent sure if you are comfortable talking about this on live television.

After putting the wooden card back down onto the small table, you nodded, “yep.”

He thought about it for a few more seconds before he spoke up, “Are you gonna take the shot?” Pointing his pointer finger at your small, red shot.

“I feel like I can actually reveal the question.” You said right before the audience started cheering, jimmy raised his brows.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You told him as you picked the wooden card back up and told everybody your question.

“Which one of Austin’s exes do you like the most?”

The audience clapped while jimmy smiled and nodded along.

“Alright! My turn.” He claimed loudly as he picked his card up and answered,

“Michael Jordan.”

You furrowed your brows before you started to laugh, “what?” You asked him as the audience laughed along.

“Okay, look! I’m gonna do it just like you and reveal the question.” Jimmy loudly told everybody with a smile, picking his wooden card back up and reading the question, this time, out loud,

“Who was your worst kiss.” And you immediately started to laugh, just like the audience — clapping your hands together while jimmy desperately tried to explain everything.

“So! I met Michael Jordan on this charity event a few years ago and we greeted each other, like shaking our hands and then leaned in to kiss each other on the cheek.” Jimmy started to explain his answer while you tried to hide your laugh, covering your mouth with your hands.

“And I leaned in to kiss his left cheek but he leaned in to kiss my right cheek and then it… happened, yeah.” Jimmy finished with a chuckle, realising that this story is really weird.

After your small laughing fit, you picked your second card up, biting your lip as your eyes ran over the words writing on the small, hard wood.

“You have reveal at least one of these-, Oh wait, no! You’ve already revealed the first one so you don’t have to reveal that one anymore but… I would.” He said, shrugging his shoulders as the audience laughed along.

“I-, oh no, no, no, absolutely not! I cannot reveal this question.” You quickly told him, wiggling your pointer fingers from side to side as you did so.

“You cannot?” Jimmy gasped dramatically. You shook your head,

“No, definitely not but I can tell you the answer tho and the answer to this question is — yes, '68 comeback special suit.” You proudly teased the crowd and Jimmy.

“'68 Comeback special suit… like, the leather suit that Austin wore on the set of Elvis?” He asked you with a grin but you only shrugged with your shoulders before you drowned the blue shot.

“Alright!” Jimmy yelled through the big studio while the audience clapped, “I guess y/n really doesn’t wanna reveal the question.” He exclaimed before he picked his second card up and answered after everybody stopped clapping,

“Howard stern's house.” He muttered. With an open mouth, you tilted your head to the side but weren’t able to ask the host anything before he already picked his tiny shot up and also threw it down his throat.

“What?” You responded as the audience clapped once again. Jimmy sighed and put his shot glass down again before he looked up at you,

“You don’t wanna know, believe me.” Everybody laughed at Jimmy's statement before he spoke up again,

“Okay, last shot, it’s your turn y/n.” He stated before you picked your last wooden card up and read the question silently.

You smiled brightly, chuckling before you answered your question.

“Okay, well… I would say at least five times a week.” you gulped as jimmy smirked in your direction, probably already having a tiny clue about what your question could be.

He chuckled in a loud tone, “And what would Austin say?” The host teased you before the crown started to clap again.

You turned around and tried to hide your smile, biting your lip as you did so before you put the card down and quickly grabbed the last shot. Jimmy quickly reacted,

“Oh no, please tell us y/n!” He laughed but you only shook your head and put the shot glass back down onto the small table.

“Never.” You answered in a quiet tone, smirking as you did so.

You were pretty sure that most people already knew what question you got based on your answer but you still couldn’t say it.

Like Jimmy said, America’s gonna get all the answer's but not all the questions.

[eternal-love]

Austin and Me

“Layla”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

MASTERLIST

When I surprised him with my new look, he was taken aback at first then a huge smile appeared on his face, even his eyes glimmered.

“Look at ya! You look like a little doll.” Austin said to me as one of fingers played with a piece of my hair. “It makes your eyes stand out more.” He then grabbed my chin firmly. “I like you brunette and with less makeup. This is what I like.”

Bullshit. All he said was bullshit. If he liked me so much when I looked like this then why did he go after Lily-Rose’s tail. Why did he take her out for dinner? Why did he make out with her afterwards? Was I ever going to be enough for him? Because he hadn’t touch me since we were in Australia. And whenever he did, it was loveless.

I confronted him about what happened with Lily, we were having breakfast and I had seen the photos ENews published of Austin and Lily making out after having dinner together.

“Baby, it ain’t nothing, it’s just publicity.” He tried to defend himself, I only glared at him.

“Don’t call me baby.” I spat out harshly, I don’t know why but knowing that he probably called Lily ‘baby’ made me gag. As it had happened with Olivia.

“It’s PR an-” I interrupted him, standing up from the my chair.

“What’s going on?! Why doesn’t she go back to France where she belongs?” I yelled at him as I hit the table with my hands.

I couldn’t really read his face, he was in between being mad and taken aback. Of course he also stood up and grabbed my shoulder, tugging me a little.

“Listen to me. Cynthia. I need a woman who understands that things like this might happen. Are you gonna be her or not? He asked, looking down on me as if I were an spoiled child getting reprimanded.

“Okay.” Was all I said as I left the dining room.

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After the incident happening, Austin started to be loving all over again, he had invited to have dinner with him and some castmates. I decided to accept after he begged me for days, I was still mad at him but I decided that maybe this could help us get closer.

I dressed up, monochrome clothing, black pants, cute pink top, I styled my hair and we were on our way to the restaurant. It was a sushi place, it had private karaoke and everything. I recognized some of them, Barry Keoghan and his girlfriend, Callum Turner, Anthony Boyle and others.

It was a nice dinner and food was delicious, although my mind was somewhere else, I was worried because I had left Lori back home with the nanny.

“Don’t worry too much, she’s being well taken care of.” Austin squeezed my hand. I simply hummed and nodded.

Feeling someone’s stare, I looked in front of me and there surely was Callum’s gaze lingering my face down my neck. His eyes went back to my face and he quickly snapped out of his trance, smiling at me and then looking at me. Weird, I thought, but it was the first time in months that a man ever looked at me like that. He didn’t talk to me much, but he surely did talk to the wives and girlfriends of his castmates. But he did look at me a lot, his foot touching mine from underneath the table.

Austin had always been charismatic but he was very, very shy so a karaoke was like social suicide to him. But Callum— he was another story. After a few sips of some Asian liquor, he was sure to go next on the karaoke.

“You should sing an Elvis song, Aus.” I whispered to Austin, trying to cheer him because it was truly getting boring.

“No, Cyn— I’ll just embarrass myself.” Austin denied it, he stayed at the booth and I rolled my eyes, I saw Barry’s girlfriend and a producer’s wife laughing with everyone as Barry and the producer sang ‘Heart of Glass’ without hitting a single note.

Laughing but at the same time feeling like I wasn’t enjoying this as I should, Callum made his way to me swiftly. Clearing his throat and sitting on the booth.

“Should I sing?” Callum spoke to me with his amazing voice and British accent, catching my attention.

“If you want to.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“I’ll sing one for ya. You’ll see, cause now— your man is as boring as a math class.” I chuckled and thought he was just joking. But then he got up and grabbed the mic, quickly searching for the song. As the instrumental started to play— I recognized that guitar riff everywhere. ‘Layla’.

As not everyone knows, the song was written by Eric Clapton, confessing his love to George Harrison’s wife, Pattie Boyd. I thought he must be just trying to lead me on, everyone cheered for Callum and his god-awful singing. Maybe it was to play it off but he started to jokingly point at whatever girl was taken. Everyone took it as a joke, even Austin. But towards me, he was a bit more serious.

‘I tried to give you consolation from when your old man let you down.’

‘Like a fool, I fell in love with you. You turned my whole world upside down.’

‘Layla, you’ve got me on my knees. I’m begging darling, please.’

He sang it directly to me, he tried to be playful and everything, but I knew he was serious. I just chuckled and tried to play it off. Was it so wrong that I wanted to tear his clothes off even if my husband was besides me? I could say the same things Austin said: ‘I’m a woman, I have needs, it’s in my dna.’

When the guys went to pay, I saw Callum grabbing his jacket, I got closer to him.

“What was that?” I asked, wanting an explanation.

“What, sweetheart?” He asked, acting oblivious, seeing my annoyed face, he chuckled. “It’s just a song, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby, I’m not your baby.” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“Come on. I could’ve sang you an Spectrum song. What about ‘How you satisfy me’?” He looked around a little before starting to pretend to have a microphone on his hand. “Honey, your love is what I need…”

“It’s not funny.” I protested in annoyance, Callum looked at the guys paying, he then smirked and looked back at me.

“You know what’s funny? That you didn’t shut me off when I was staring at you, you liked it.” Callum whispered on a teasing manner.

“I’m a married woman, for your information.” I showed my wedding ring.

“That hasn’t stopped me before and it won’t stop me now. Austin doesn’t act like the married man either.”

That was like a stab in my heart, it was humiliating that everyone else knew he was unfaithful, he immediately dropped his smirk.

“I’m sorry— I just like you a lot.” I nodded at Callum, he was beautiful but, he wasn’t what I liked.

Callum just pressed his lips together, he was going to walk off but he stopped to say something.

“If you ever feel, lonely or abandoned. Just call me.” Callum said before he waved at all of us and walked out of the restaurant.

Austin and I went back home, I tried wearing black negligee, hoping he’ll touch me again. It didn’t work, he pushed me off.

“I’m not in the mood, honey. Let’s just sleep.”

Frustrated, I tucked myself under the covers and tried to fall asleep. I knew he was turned on— he was. He just didn’t want to touch me. My days were getting boring, I wished I had something to film, some script sent to me, anything. Everyday I woke up with the hope of getting a text or an email with a new script.

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I thought of Callum’s proposition everyday, I was indeed very lonely. My mind went on and on about his words: ‘If you ever feel, lonely or abandoned. Just call me’

I ended up calling him, just a night out as friends, yeah, friends with capital F. I got ready, I wore a black short skirt and a nice little cardigan. I decided to wear my now light-brown hair on a side ponytail and I styled out my bangs. And surely, Callum and I met at the movies.

We were watching a foolish movie. I was barely even looking at the movie, I was looking at him the whole time and he knew it because I saw that stupid little smirk of his. Swiftly, he placed his hand on my knee, making me smile and look away shyly, like a teenager. After the movie, we got into his car— nervous to do anything wrong, I was very quiet.

“So, you’re lonely all the time?” Callum asked, breaking the silence. I stayed silent, looking out the window. “Tell me, you know it’s just your foolish pride.”

“I stay back home. I’m waiting for a good script to come to me.”

“So what do you even do? You’re lonely and no man is waiting by your side. You seem like the perfect target for a man like me.” Callum joked, I laughed too.

I felt at ease with him, we had a lot of fun even while driving around London. He parked in front of my house, I was in silence. He leaned in and kissed me, not aggressively but romantically, I liked the kiss so I continued it. I never thought I’d make love on the back of a car, afterwards I felt really regretful of it, I was just like Austin now— I had been unfaithful.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked after we had gotten dressed again. He caressed my cheek.

“I shouldn’t have done this.” I said in regret, but he just smiled.

“Hell yeah you should have done so. Time for him to get a taste of him own medicine.” Callum said, I had a mental argument with myself.

Should I keep this going or not? I was a woman with needs and wishes of being desired by my husband but he always decided to turn around and go with other women.

“When do we see each other again?” I asked him, if I was going to cheat, might as well enjoy so.

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My relationship with Callum developed into an affair, very passionate affair. While Austin was away having his fun around London and on set hanging out with Callum, we both texted each other behind his back.

Callum reminded me a lot of myself actually, I had told him one time that I liked blonde-haired men and the next day he texted me telling me that he was at a hairdressers appointment, he surprised me with a selfie of him full on blonde, which he already was naturally. He was scolded by producers. I also told him I liked trench coats and men wearing black slacks, next Sunday night, he’s wearing all of that. I was starting to be as demanding as Austin— and I hated it. What if he was feeling pressured or if he started to feel like I felt?

“It’s boring being the same everyday, sweetheart.” Callum chuckled with me, caressing my cheek softly.

“I don’t want you changing yourself.” I said, a bit sternly. “But blonde does bring out your face more, it makes your eyes stand out more.”

I sounded just like Austin. Just like him. Callum and I spent that night together too, but we were surprised when Austin came home earlier. My acting career prepared me all my life for this, Callum was surprisingly smooth, as he pretended to be coming out of the bathroom fixing his shirt while I quickly made the bed and fixed my smeared lipstick.

“What is he doing here?” Austin asked suspiciously.

“He came over, he said he wanted to see Lori and he thought you were here.” I said confidently as Callum nodded from the couch where he was watching Lori play.

“I thought you were here, mate. Sorry bout that.” Callum said, playing innocent for most part. Austin just nodded and took off his coat, placing it on the rack, he bent down to pick up Lori and placed a kiss on her cheek. He walked up to me and he wiped some runny eyeliner. It had smeared on the corner of my eye because of Callum and I having out little get-together in bed.

“Your makeup is all smeared.” He said, his touch being anything but gentle. He then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer, he was jealous. Jealous because Callum was there.

“I know— the weather is wet. It makes my eyeliner smear.” I said, I used waterproof eyeliner.

We had dinner together all night, all of us, it was rather uncomfortable. Austin was really jealous.

“You like my wife?” Austin tried to be playful while hiding his jealousy.

“I’d snatch her and Lori at any minute.” Callum answered back jokingly. “I’m kidding but y’all are beautiful family.”

Callum said all while looking at me, I wanted to kill him right there. I just nodded and smiled. And you know what? For the first time in so long— I felt alive.

[anadumond]

Congratulations to AUSTIN BUTLER on his Best Actor Oscars nomination for “ELVIS” (2022), dir. Baz Luhrmann

[surferblues]

Smut with Austin where you have to use the safe word for the first time..due to Austin going out of control during sex with you ends up hurting you by accident..and the pain is so bad your crying and shaking after he has released inside and he feels so bad for it he takes care of you until you feel better.

blue bruised | a.b

pairings boyfriend!austin butler x fem!reader

warnings SHORT 18+ (minors DNI), implications of sex, safe word use, crying, lots of aftercare.

"aus, its t-too much. it’s too much”, you gasp, your legs shaking as austin snapped your hips onto his.

lazily straddling austins legs, Austin's chest to yours as he pounds his member against your g-spot, his grip firm on your bruising hips. He had just made you cum for the second time but he wasn’t stopping.

"You can take it, baby, one more." He stuttered out, heavy breathes slipping from his sex glossed lips. his concentration fully on pleasuring you.

Tears streamed down your eyes due to the slight but intense pain in your abdomen "I can't," you whine, head held up and shaking. Austin is pushing his hand into your stomach, forcing you to feel him inside your stomach.

you spasmed rhythmically around him, squirming from overstimulation. “Are you going to cum again for me?”, he pants into your neck.

You try to squirm away, the feeling of Austin's member rubbing against your oversensitive g-spot almost unbearable.

you try to tap his arm, using the safe touch - three quick taps. but the overstimulation was basically paralyzing you.

"blue!" you squeak, your eyes began to burn as you released salty tears, the safe word escaping from your lips. "austin, blue!"

you felt austin's grip loosen on your hips, the slamming of your hips coming to an immediate stop.

"baby, hey, hey we're stopping." he cooed, he slowly and gently pulled his cock out of you. his hands softly released you, making sure to prevent anymore harm.

He gathers you into his arms and cradles you against his chest.

”C’mere. I gotcha, you’re okay.”You’re crying into his chest, shoulders shaking with every sob.

“I know, I know. You’re alright”, he whispers. He holds you closer, hands running soothingly over your back as he presses soft kisses to your forehead.

[austinbutlerslovers]

There is SO much to look at….

[youaintnothinbuta]

“What flavour do you want?” “You.” — austin butler x reader

Summary: At the end of a dinner date, Austin decides he’d rather have you for dessert.

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem!reader

Word count: 1200

Warnings: smut, 18+, oral (f receiving), explicit, mature language. also warning this might be a little bit shit, I wrote this last year and never posted it :,)

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You and Austin sat across from each other, on your date, him observing you as you considered the dessert menu.

“What are you thinking, Aus? We could get ice cream, what flavour do you want? Vanilla? Chocolate?” You asked, not lifting your eyes from the menu.

Austin smiled, it stretched perhaps a little too far as he leaned in to you and mumbled, “You.”

You laughed at his joke, “C’mon, what do you want for dessert?”

“You.” He repeated himself, his hand reaching out under the table to gently tap the inside of your knee.

Oh. OH. He wasn’t joking.

Your heart fluttered a little, realising he’d been sat there, watching you quietly, thinking about all the things he could be doing right now, all the things he wanted to be doing.

“Do you want to go?” You asked, shifting in your chair.

“Very much so.” Austin stood up, going to pay the bill. Coming back to your table, he picked up your coat off the back of your chair and draped it over your shoulders as you stood up.

The pair of you walked out the restaurant graciously, but inside your tummy was on fire, tingling with excitement, knowing what was soon going to unravel between you and him. The whole drive home Austin kept his fingertips pressed into your thigh, gripping onto you for dear life. Austin was starving for you, ready to devour you the second he got a chance. He always gave you good head, he loved it, loved making sure you felt good, but when he got himself worked up the way he had, wanting to eat you the way he did, it was always an extra intense experience.

“Come on, baby, bedroom.” He placed a hand on your back, guiding you with him as he locked the door after bringing you inside. He didn’t have to tell you twice.

“Sit, Austin.” You pushed him gently towards the edge of the bed. He nodded and took a seat, watching you with hungry eyes. You dropped your coat on the floor and lifted one of your feet up on his knee, asking him to undo the buckle of your heels. He did just that, pushing your foot down and bringing your other one up to do the same.

You stood in front of him, each of his hands finding your thighs, running his fingers up and down the back of them, tickling you slightly.

“Let me at it, darlin’.” He cooed, pulling you closer to him. You smiled, bringing his hand under your dress, to the waistband of your underwear. He pushed them down around your hips and then to the floor, taking his middle finger and pressing into you slowly, before drawing a slit down towards your clit, making you shudder. He paused for a second, shutting his eyes to process how wet you were for him.

He brought his face to your body, gently kissing around your tummy. He placed his hands on your hips, guiding you to lay down. You did just that, he then got comfortable, laying between your legs. He continued his trail of kisses, up and down your inner thighs, all around your pussy, except for the place you needed him most.

“Austin.” You mumble his name, your way of asking him to move on with the teasing. He smiled, placing a final kiss directly on your clit, making you jump slightly.

“Mm, sensitive, baby?” He hummed.

You nodded.

“Good,” he kissed your core once again, “I always get the best orgasms from you like this.”

He wrapped his arms around each of your legs and pulled your body closer to him, resting his hands on your tummy. He collected your arousal on the tip of his tongue as he licked a long stripe up your slit, before letting your own fluid coat your clit, swirling around in slow circles, making your moaning begin. Your hands reached down, tangling your fingers in his blonde curls as you gently gripped and tugged on his hair. Your sudden desperation he takes as a cue that he’s dragged it out long enough, and he encompasses his lips around your clit, gently sucking on it. You let out the most strung-out, desperate moan, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a good look at what he was doing to you.

“I love the way you taste, darlin’.” He looked up at you, gave you a little grin and went back to sucking on your clit, making eye contact with you as often as he could. The visual of him, pleasing you like this, it’s almost enough to push you right over the edge, your arms started to shake with the weight of your body, making you drop back down onto the bed, continuing to whimper and whine as you watch Austin down the length of your body. He stopped sucking for a moment, bringing one of his hands off your stomach and using his thumb to lift the hood of your clit up, giving himself more surface area to suck on.

“Holy fuck, Austin.” You gasped, your pelvis smacking into his nose as your body jolted, your already sensitive clit on fire with the feeling he was giving you. Austin knew your body, knew the signs of your orgasm building. The specific whiny moans, the way you hips couldn’t hold still, the way you pressed up again him to get as much friction as you could, and the way your thighs started trembling.

“Oh, baby.” He mumbled against you.

“Austin, please, I’m so close.” You begged, your hands unable to choose whether they’d rather grip onto the bedsheets or his hair.

“I know, honey, come for me.” He encouraged you, his hands having to press harder and harder on your stomach to hold you still enough to keep his lips in contact with you.

You thrashed around, in his grip, your body unsure of what to do with all the pleasure he was giving you. With a loud cry, you felt that big release, your thighs clenched around his head, your orgasm pulled your hips upwards, lightly smacking Austin in the nose, making him smile as he continued to gently lick the rest of your orgasm out of you.

Once he was sure he’d gotten out of you all he could, he crawled up, laying his body over yours. The weight of his body on yours helped you calm down from your high, and he loved the feeling your body twitching underneath him, the feeling of your heart racing, right up against his.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your lips, then your forehead, “such a good girl for me.”

Still wriggling around under him, you couldn’t manage anything but another moan, making him chuckle.

“That was good, huh, baby?” He smiled, looking down at you.

“Yeah.” You mumbled, your abs clenching against him with another twitch.

“Still coming for me? Oh, darling, that’s it, that’s the way.” He continued to talk you through your orgasm, holding gentle eye contact with you.

With a deep exhale, you finally felt your heart rate begin to return to normal and your muscles relax, “That was crazy, Austin.” You laughed.

He smiled, “told you I could get a good one.”

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 13 of Kinktober: After Party with Austin Butler

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem!reader

Warning: Making Out

Y/N’s POV

Austin and I went to the Elvis premiere and everyone in the place, they look excited about this movie. Austin signed a bunch of autographs that night it was insane to see the amount of people came to see him. While at the Elvis premiere the cast had to take pictures and a bunch of photographers were there and I kinda got scared by the amount of flashing there was.

After the premiere Austin and I went back to his house, I can tell he’s in a mood, a sexual mood to be honest.

“What’s the matter?” I touch his cheek.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you and you in this dress.” He puts his hands on my waist and holds me closer.

I wrap my arms around his neck and look in his eyes for a bit, he wants me. I kiss him and he kisses me back, he unzips my dress and I help him get my dress off of me. I help him get his suit off and he picks me up and takes us to his bedroom and lays me lightly on the bed. I reach out for him and he gets on top of me and we kiss again. I tug on his hair which made him moan and giggle in our kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist then he kisses my neck which made me moan.

We were like this for hours, him kissing my body, me kissing his body, him making love to me which made me think I miss him so much if he’s gone for an anything. Eventually, he took me to a wall and kisses me and at some point he fucks me on the bed. I haven’t felt this good in a long time.

We lay down on the bed heavy breathing.

“Y/N/N, I missed you during the filming of Elvis you know that right?” Austin looks at me.

“I know you did, I mean because of the time difference between Australia and here it made me realize that we can’t call each other which made me miss you even more.” I say to him.

He smiles and kisses me again.

I love him so much it’s hard to explain but I’m so proud of what he has done to make it this far and I hope he knows that I’m so proud of him.

[butlers-bitch]

pics of Austin you took 📸😉

[bubblegump-1-nk]

Masterlist!!

Started: 01/07/24

Last updated: 04/09/24

Works: 12

Key: angst (🦢), fluff (🎀), series(🩰)

- some are a mixture of all, so whichever you see first is the one that is more present in the fic and if an emoji is in parentheses it means there’s only a bit of that in the fic!

- Didn’t know who to include some of these under since they involve more than 1 of the characters I write about, but I chose whoever made the most sense, so… keep that in mind! 💗

Decide my next fic here!

Theodore Nott

As she walks by: 1, 2, 3, 4 - 🦢🩰🎀

I Love My Boyfriend 🦢🎀

When You Know You Know 🎀🦢

It Hurts Me 🦢 (🎀)

Shall I Write It in a Letter 🦢 🎀

Mattheo Riddle

Can’t Catch Me Now 🦢

Lorenzo Berkshire

Coming soon!

Timothee Chalamet

Jealous Prick 🦢🎀

In Trouble 🦢

Austin Butler

Pasta and a Live 🎀

[myysweeterplace]

Not Afraid Anymore

Summary : Tired of being a shy, flustered mess in your relationship with Austin Butler, you decide to take control and tease Austin—publicly. Completely caught off guard and teased out of his mind, Austin punishes you right there, in the restaurant.

Pairing : Austin Butler x reader

Warning(s) : 18+, smut, sub!reader, dom!austin, top!reader, bottom!austin, exhibitionism, public teasing, spanking, foot play (?), mature language, cursing, teasing, (lmk if there’s any I missed)

Author’s note : I am taking requests :)

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I don't know how it happened. I met Austin Butler at a rehearsal for the Iceman Cometh. We both auditioned; he got the job, and I got the sweetest, kindest, most sensitive man to be in my life.

Being with Austin is a constant state of bliss, with all his little pet names and compliments and touches. It's been almost three months, but I still wasn't accustomed to his affection.

Austin was definitely the most sexually adventurous man I'd ever been with, but I always felt like he forced himself to hold back a little, as if he were afraid to push me too far. It bothered me more than it should, I didn't know why. But that was going to change tonight.

"Come down, honey, it's getting late," I heard him call, and it pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked over my outfit one last time before walking out and down the stairs.

"What d'you think?" I said softly, making Austin turn around to face me as I stood at the bottom of the stairs. His lips parted noticeably, and then closed again as he swallowed, and then he licked his lips, doing it all silently while I squirmed under his heated gaze.

"Baby," he muttered, his voice much deeper now as he stalked towards me, his eyes glancing back and forth between my eyes and my lips, and he breathlessly pulled me closer to himself, cupping my cheeks.

"Fuck," he breathed, "how did I ever get so lucky?" My cheeks were burning and I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. He kissed my cheek and my nose and my jaw and all the way down to my neck, and I simply did not know what to do with myself. I was getting dizzy in his embrace. I closed my eyes momentarily, giving myself a pep talk about how I had to be much more confident and brazen if I wanted tonight to go exactly as I'd planned it to.

"Do you wanna skip dinner?" He mumbled, still kissing my neck. I felt butterflies erupt all over me, and as tempting as the offer was, I found little strength within me to say no.

I had plans for dinner, and I simply could not jeopardize that. I'd thought it all through, the kind of torture I'm going to put him through, all the ticks I'm going to find of his, all the ways I'm gonna make him squirm.

"Austin," I hushed, gently pushing at his biceps and chest, but it did nothing. He simply pulled me closer and began out-right marking my skin, sucking and nibbling harshly, moaning and sending vibrations through my skin.

"Austin," I moaned, throwing my head back in pleasure. "We should go," I struggled to get out of his warm embrace. His large body enveloped me whole.

"Mmh..." he hummed mindlessly, too lost with his head buried in my neck. "I'm hungry," I argued.

"Me too, Baby, but I'd rather eat you,"

"Austin," I gasped.

This was becoming too much for me to handle. I couldn't hold myself up.

At last he pulled away, and I saw that his eyes were no longer the baby blues I'd fallen for; they were an entirely different shade of dark. He gave me a look I'd only seen a number of times before, in the dead of the night with him buried inside me, but never in the light of day, never so unexpectedly.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked softly, blushing.

He shook his head, and bit his lip, "let's get going," I nodded slowly, walking behind him as he took my hand and walked towards the door.

We held hands from across the table. Austin had made reservations at the fanciest restaurant, but knowing that I would be uncomfortable eating in such a setting, he requested a little privacy with a little secluded booth at the back of the restaurant with a curtain dividing us from the rest of the tables. He was always so considerate.

"This is amazing, Aus," I gushed, with his fingers caressing the inside of my palm.

"It's nothing, darlin'," he smiled charmingly, bringing my hand up to his mouth to kiss it tenderly. I blushed, and I was reminded of my plan. I couldn't be at his mercy tonight. It had to be the other way around.

I cleared my throat.

"I almost don't know how to thank you," I spoke in my most sultry voice, dropping it down an octave as I slipped the straw of my sangria into my mouth, earning both liquid courage and a sharp in-take of breath from Austin. I moaned into it. Then bit my bottom lip once I pulled away from it. Austin eyed me curiously, having never seen this side of me. Neither had I, but it was too late to back out now.

I rested my cheek against my palm as I placed my hand on the table, accentuating my breasts for Austin's hungry eyes. His mouth parted as his eyes continued glancing down at my cleavage, and he looked adorably confused and disoriented. I thought I heard him curse under his breath, but I must've imagined it.

"Y/N—"

A knock came from the other side of the curtain before Austin could finish his thought. "Yeah?" He replied, almost carelessly, with his eyes still burning holes into me, until he realized there was someone standing next to us.

"Are you ready to order sir? ma'am?"

Austin cleared his throat, and I bit my lip in contemplation before making my next move. I slipped my foot out of my red heel, gently tapping Austin's foot with it, and his eyes snapped back to mine. I rubbed the top of his foot with my toe, making Austin stiffen and swallow thickly.

The waiter glanced back and forth between us, uncomfortably, so I decided to answer, "could I get the chicken Alfredo pasta, with a side of salad, and a bottle of red for the table, please?" I glanced up at him, smiling.

"Sure thing, ma'am, anything for you," he said, before realizing what he'd said. Austin glared at him and the waiter simply cleared his throat sheepishly, averting Austin's gaze.

"And you, sir?"

"Could I—" I dragged my foot higher up Austin's leg, caressing it gently, and it made Austin catch his breath. "Could I get the lobster, with a plate of fries for the table, please," He decided to ignore my gaze completely, looking straight at the waiter.

"Of course, anything else?"

"That's all, thank you," I smiled flirtatiously intentionally, making the waiter more flustered, all while my foot frustrated Austin.

When he left Austin looked at me with a heated glare, "what're you doing?"

“What am I doing?” I smirked.

"You're not acting like yourself,"

"Maybe I am," I whispered softly, dragging my foot higher on Austin leg, brushing my toes all over it, making Austin bit his bottom lip. "Maybe you just haven't seen all of me yet,"

Austin cursed under his breath, shaking his head.

"Where are your heels?"

"Under the table," I shrugged, as my foot made its way to his upper thigh.

"Y/N,"

"Yes?"

Austin clenched his jaw, and I smiled victoriously, knowing that I was pressing all the right buttons.

The waiter knocked and brought in a bottle of red wine and a plate of fries for us.

"Thank you, uh-may I ask for your name?"

"Oh yeah, it's Alec,"

"Thank you, Alec," I giggled. He simply blushed. I saw Austin's face turning slightly red and decided to push him further over the edge, so I brought my foot directly on his crotch, and tapped it, making my presence known. Almost claiming what's mine.

Austin sucked in a deep breath, "could I get a glass of water please?"

"Of course," and the waiter was gone once again.

"Not now, Y/N," he said loudly, when my toes brushed against his crotch, rubbing him teasingly.

When the waiter walked back in with the glass of water, I pressed my foot onto his crotch hardly, making Austin grip the cold glass in his ringed hand, glaring at me with a clenched jaw, and the waiter left us, completely oblivious to what was happening under the table.

I pulled away my leg abruptly, making Austin catch his breath and then finally relax into his seat. But I began twisting in mine, squirming and moving around in place and Austin eyes lowered quizzically.

He opened his mouth to ask but before he ever got the words out, as I dragged my foot on his leg again, this time tapping him with it and signalling him to look underneath the table. His eyebrows creased in confusion and I just smirked, glancing down to usher him. He shook his head unbelievably and lifted the tablecloth, only to have his breath knocked out of him. Austin growled and I glanced quickly at the curtains, making sure no one was close enough to hear the sinful sound. "Baby," he muttered under his breath, "what're you doing to me?"

I had taken off my panties and placed them on Austin's thigh using my foot, and the sight of my aroused intimate seemed to arouse Austin immensely.

He clenched his jaw, "we're leaving. Now."

"Aus, our food," I giggled, as he angrily yanked the lingerie from me, shoving them into his pocket.

"I don't care, get up," he said, standing up. "Austin!" I protested, "Goddamnit, Y/N—" he rose completely from his seat, almost panting. "Aus," I called to him softly, stretching out my hand to hold his and pull him down to slide in next to me. I held his jaw in my hand, caressing it and saying, "Now you know what it's like," I swallowed, brushing my lips against his and making him breathe heavily, "now you know I make a better top than you," I teased.

I saw a look flash in his eyes and it was so unfamiliar, utterly unreadable. "Oh baby," he muttered, "say you take it back and you'll save yourself some pain," I looked at him confused until he grabbed my chin and lowered his grip onto my neck, choking me ever so slightly, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them.

"Say it," he growled. I shook my head, "make me,"

I was slowly seeing the soft, sweet man I adore slip away, and a rougher, darker persona take over him, and I bit the inside of my cheek to not smile giddily.

Austin licked his lips hungrily while pulling my face towards his, his movements more rough than he'd ever been with me.

"You've no idea what you're getting yourself into,"

I swallowed, "maybe I'd planned this all along; maybe I don't like gentlemen,"

He bit his bottom lip, his grip painfully hard on my neck, making me lose my breath, "I'm gonna show you just how much of a gentleman I am," he pulled his hand off of my neck and put his other on my hair, grabbing it and pulling it back, exposing my neck to me.

"You're going to listen to everything I say, because I've had just enough of your bratty fucking antics tonight and I have exactly zero patience in me," he whispered darkly in my ear, nipping at it and licking it. I began to panic slightly, worried someone might walk in and see the position we're in. See just how riled up Austin had become. "I'm gonna bend you over my knee and you're gonna count every last hit I give you, you understand me?" I looked Austin straight in the eye, seeing a completely different person now. "Answer me," he growled, pulling at my hair roughly and I squeaked out a pathetic sound at the action.

"Yes, yes, I do," I moaned, not wanting to disobey Austin when he's like this.

"Good," he breathed, kissing along my jaw. Austin took my hand and I prepared to rise from my seat, almost eager to get home to have Austin's hands on me, but instead he pulled my arm and grabbed my waist to pull me over his lap, right there in the fucking restaurant.

"Austin!" I gasped, "what're you doing?!"

"Y'Not so good at listening, honey,"

"Austin, don't do this, not here," I whisper-yelled.

"Did you listen when I told you to stop?"

I bit my lip. "Hm? Talking back, touching me in public, flirting with the waiter, acting like a fucking brat—you just couldn't wait till we got home, could you baby? Had to have me right here?,"

I moaned, as I felt Austin lift my dress off of my ass and I was far too gone to stop him now. I didn't care who saw us at this point, I just needed to feel him.

Austin caressed the skin gently, making me moan quietly, "so pretty, baby, I almost feel bad for doing this," and before he got the whole sentence out, he smacked my rear, making the skin sting in the most delicious way. I squeaked out an unfamiliar sound and Austin simply chuckled, smacking me again, and again, and again. Until I was whimpering into my arm, nearly sobbing from the pain and the inability to keep quiet.

"Austin, baby, please—"

Smack.

"Austin—" I moaned, as he alternated between smacking me harshly like a caveman and being the most gentle man by kissing me all over.

"Count 'em!" He growled, spanking me again, and my eyes were rolling to the back of my head at this point, I was too far gone to hear a word he said.

"Babydoll," he rasped, bringing his other hand to choke me, "I said to fucking count,"

I let out a gasp, throwing my head back, and he spanked me again, not loosening his grip on my neck and I let out a silent gasp, "one,"

"Good girl," he breathed, choking me harder and kissing the side of my head. "Again,"

"Two," I breathed, hardly able to get the words out.

"Can't hear you darling," he said, hitting my harder.

"Two!"

"Mhh," he moaned under his breath, and just then I heard footsteps approaching.

"Aus!"

"Hm?"

"Austin!"

[eternal-love]

Just saw Dune Part Two, mind blowing, so much that I’d blow Feyd fr.

Austin looked so hot, I want to get laid