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love and hate in equal measure

fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: future austin butler x female reader ( nicknamed dove ) word count: 2974 warnings: asshole austin. the normal warnings that apply with the dove verse, so daddy kink, choking, bdsm, but this time make it not good bdsm practices. a dom arguably abandoning a sub post scene ( even if they don't acknowledge it as such ). hatesex. degradation. use of whore, slut, bitch, and cunt to refer to someone. potential abuse of the legal system to gain custody. p in v sex ( protected via birth control ). female masturbation. spitting on someone. dubious-ish consent but not quite? former pregnancy. author’s note: welcome to day 5 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, degradation kink with austin butler x female reader ( referred to as dove ) this requires a slight explanation this is basically an offshoot/what can be considered a bad ending au of the little dove verse set about 2025ish? if anyone's been around for a while, this was/is a part of a fic i referred to in tags as love and hate in equal measure. y'all have basically @eliseinmemphis to really thank for this one. @butlersxbirdy has a partial hand in the bits after this this but this really kind of spewed from me once telling elise that i had scrapped an plan for the little dove verse where she had been pregnant and hid it until cannes and well pair that with elise's love of asshole austin and me liking hatesex and well. you get this. heed the warnings, austin is a fucking dick in this. as always thanks to my discord wives, christi, birdy and marina and my besties who keep having to listen to me whine about life.

If anyone were to ever ask how or why you and Austin fell as fast as you did and did has many stupid things as you did, well you'd like to blame the pandemic. You'd like to blame it on how you hadn't wanted to leave the man your brain had latched onto as Daddy. Perhaps a replacement for Père but it had felt fine in the moment. He had given you that same warm feeling Père had and yet somehow things had gotten so twisted between the two of you. Those lines that should have never been blurred were nonexistent by the time you were in the middle of shooting. You were Priscilla but you were Austin's Little Dove. He was Elvis but he was your Daddy. The good parts of Elvis were already a part of Austin's DNA but those parts that weren't good— that temper and that possessiveness and the parts that coveted Priscilla and wanted— no those parts had soured him. He was not Elvis in the ways that wrapped everything in a tidy bow, you figured. It's why you were on the first flight out of Australia that you could and it's why when the day your period was supposed to come came and went you didn't tell him. Even as your belly swelled with life because you were so selfish that you wanted something— anything— to remind you of what Austin and you had shared. You wanted to be reminded that you were his Little Dove once upon a time and that he was the best Daddy you could have ever hoped for. It's why until that fateful misstep at Cannes and his vicious and unyielding frustration and anger at you for hiding your child away from him you had used her as a reminder of your love.

The thing was, that had never been the plan if you had gotten pregnant, and yet here you had stood almost ready to pop with a baby he put inside of you. The ensuing sex was admittedly on you had been missing, one you had been craving as your hormones had ramped up and made you pine for Austin and the way he would rip orgasms from you even as you were overstimulated. It was everything after that was a mess. It was how you didn't come to Budapest and how you gave birth to your daughter alone. It was in how Austin showed a side to him you never thought was possible. How he murmured in your ear about how Elvis had lost his divorce and how Austin would avenge him with this custody agreement. You could claim all you want that Loretta wasn't his, but DNA didn't lie. A 50/50 split is what they granted but he was the primary custody holder. After all, he was older, and he was in a better position than you.

Except you both have complicated jobs that take you out of the country and sometimes the 50/50 is more like 60/40 depending on who's filming what and right now you're the one booked outside of the country for what promises to be a fairly long shoot. It means Austin gets her and it means you have to drop her off where he's filming in Canada. What you don't expect is a snowstorm to trap you for multiple days and for every hotel to be booked solid to where you had to ask Austin if you could stay with him.

"Aren't you lucky there's a guest bedroom?" He smirked after you asked as if you hadn't accidentally fallen into bed with him more than once during handoffs like this. As if the thought of his body keeping you warm at night didn't make your toes curl and have your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You remembered saying something sarcastic in response and watching as his head tilted in a way that usually spelled you being pressed up against a wall before you both heard your daughter's voice and turned to face her.

For all people argue that kids can be a bit of a cockblock sometimes with how they need to be all in your business, you can't help but be thankful for Loretta's interruptions throughout the day even as Austin's gaze turned dark more than once and you got a workout with your thighs from clenching them so hard. She has to go to bed sometimes and you are left with your thoughts in the guest bedroom. It's far enough away that Austin shouldn't be able to hear you if you do anything and yet there's a part of you that worries.

You don't know why, it's not any of Austin's business if you want to touch yourself, if you want to play with yourself in his guest bedroom. You're a grown woman and he's a grown man, just because you had been together once upon a time didn't mean that he had any say it what you did now. He was just Austin Butler, father of your daughter, not Austin Butler, your Daddy. Your Daddy who would take such good care of you, who would be next to you right now, his hands gliding across your skin, teasing you and wrenching sighs and gasps from your lips before he had even properly touched you.

It's been happening more frequently, your fantasies drifting to Austin and what the two of you had during the filming of Elvis. You'd think after almost four years you wouldn't but maybe it's the fact that like two magnets you and Austin always seem to be drawn together. You hate him, hate what he's done to your life and how he couldn't simply just let you run off with Loretta into the sunset. Yet, you love him in almost equal measure and it's so infuriating to love someone who you left willingly. It's infuriating to know that Austin doesn't feel the same way, how could he after you had hid your daughter until you were so far along that you really shouldn't have been at Cannes. How could he after you tried to keep her from him after she was born. No, your frequent incidents of falling into bed with one another were merely a consequence of knowing each other intimately and craving someone who you don't have to teach how to pleasure you.

You can't sleep, the throbbing between your legs a constant thump thump thump that has you on edge until you finally find your hand drifting in between them. A shudder runs through you as you part your folds, your fingers sliding in with an ease that has your body heating up in embarrassment. Had you been that turned on this entire time? Even after your shower somehow your body couldn't key itself down and remind itself that you did not need Austin. That you shouldn't be aroused by Austin still and yet the proof was covering your fingers.

The one thing Austin had always asked of you— well one of many things— is that you showed how much you enjoyed his ministrations through how loud you were. You were supposed to never hold back, he wanted to hear you as he watched your eyes roll in the back of your head, watched your skin bruise from his teeth and his hands and— how you sought out and were given such pleasure from him. You know you should be quiet, God do you know, but it feels wrong biting your lip nearly so hard it feels like it's about to bleed to keep quiet. Your mind wishes your teeth were Austin's for a flash and that's what has you opening your mouth in a wordless cry that shifts into a loud moan.

You shouldn't be masturbating, shouldn't be rubbing circles against your clit and trying to curl your fingers inside of you and yet here you were. You were doing just that and being louder than you ever should be while doing it, praying and hoping that Austin wouldn't hear your whimpers of his name and cries for Daddy, please. If only— if only things were different you could still be sharing his bed and your shared daughter would be in her room and Austin— Daddy— would take care of you.

What you didn't know— what you were blissfully unaware of— was that Austin was walking by the guest bedroom door the moment he heard you cry out Daddy, please. It stops him dead in his tracks, thinking his mind is playing tricks on him because there's no— you couldn't be saying that and if you were, who were you imagining as Daddy. He should move, should will his feet to walk past the door but then he hears his name whimpered as he's heard so many times before and his cock that had been showing just a small bit of attention to your actions stands at attention. You were crying out for him.

His hand hovers above the doorknob, debating if he truly wants to open the door and see you spread out on the guest bed playing with yourself. Seeing that would be different than how you fall into bed with him, so fucking needy and aching for his cock even as you spit vitriol at him. No, this would be practically intimate in a soft way that you haven't been to each other since before Loretta was even a group of cells growing inside you. Except perhaps he could shift this into something harsher, something that you two are more familiar with now.

So enraptured in the feel of your fingers against your clit and your other hand wrapped around your throat, trying to mimic that press of your old collar against it, your ears don't register the creaking of the door and Austin's presence until you hear his voice sneering at you while shutting the door.

"What makes you think you're good enough to think of me when you're touching yourself?"

Your eyes shoot open and panic wraps itself around your heart even as your cunt twitches at his voice, practically winking at him in the most inviting manner it can manage.

"I— I— Austin. Get out of here," you stutter out, embarrassment flooding your system even as your body is still so aroused and keyed up. "This isn't—"

"What it looks like? Because I see you with your hand between your legs crying out for Daddy," his eyes rake down your body as he moves closer to the bed. "Haven't called me that in four years. Missing me, babe?"

There's something in the way he's mocking you that has your body on edge in the same way fucking him in anger does. You may feel shame but it's invigorating all the same. You open your mouth to speak before Austin shushes you.

"Little greedy whores who are aching for someone they claim to hate don't get to talk. Little selfish whores don't get to talk."

You shut your mouth once, twice, three times before, "make me shut up then, Austin. Fucking pervert, watching me like—"

The words in your mouth are stopped by a keen as Austin hand winds itself into your hair and yanks just a little, "I said don't fucking talk. Fucking greedy little selfish sluts don't get to do that." His other hand drifts down between your legs and swats at your hand. "You're not doing it right. You know better, whore."

You know better because of every time you had touched yourself with him in a chair like he was Elvis Presley watching his woman play with yourself but also like your Daddy was watching his Little Dove. Your teeth pull in your lower lip before you try and grab at his hand only to be swatted again like errant pet.

"I'll tie you up if you don't behave. You wanted me here, your cunt is twitching for me. Don't fucking move. Or are you too dumb to listen?"

Shame fills you even as you feel a bit of your arousal drip onto his fingers. You should defend yourself like always, bite back with something vicious and end up pinned to a wall or caged up against it but this time your throat seems to have dried up and you can't do it. A shake of your head is the only response you manage.

"Aw, the little bitch can listen. After everything I thought you forgot how. I'd be proud of you but you're just doing this because you're so desperate for Daddy's cock. Missed calling me that, didn't you? Missed getting choked by me, haven't you? Miss that little collar your selfish little self left behind?" He can see your face shift to one of faint sadness and sees a few unshed tears in your eyes and he laughs. "Are you gonna cry? Dove. You did this to yourself."

"Fuck off." You spit in Austin's face only to be rewarded or punished with his hand gripping your neck and squeezing.

"I should leave you like this. But I'm nice even to you. You don't deserve it but I'm the sweetest Daddy you ever had, remember?"

He's right and you hate the fact that he is. Even nowadays when you fuck in anger it doesn't change the fact that he would take care of you and that he could be so much more rough with you. You shouldn't say the words that come out of your mouth next but you can't help it.

"You were, now you're just an psychotic ass—" Austin's hand lightly slaps your cheek before spitting on it.

"Says the cunt who hid our daughter from me. Let me miss out on her whole pregnancy and her birth. Don't kid yourself. You're worse than me. At least I can get another woman? Can your slutty little hole get another man? Or are you stuck in bed trying to please yourself every night?"

You want to retort, you want to tell him it's his fault you can't get someone else, that the knowledge that he could paint you as even less capable of taking care of Loretta if you slept around keeps you from doing just that. But you look in his eyes and see the mocking gaze and it disintegrates the thought.

Austin's lips curl up into a smirk at your silence and he laughs as he watches your hands move to his pants. He wants to mock you more, wants to make sure you know how much you're acting like a desperate bitch in heat but he doesn't. Your silence tells him he's already done his job. What he does do is slap away your hands only to grab at least one and pin it above your head. He doesn't bother to grab the other one but you were obedient enough back in the day and you're aching so badly, you're so wet that he knows you'll do what you're told even if it's not said out loud. After a moment of undoing his own pants and kicking his legs out of them he climbs on top of you and moves to choke you just slightly again as he pushes into you. Your mouth opens in a wordless cry.

"Don't be shy now. You know I like you loud when you're this desperate," he groans, trying to maintain a haughty disposition but finding it downright impossible as your cunt clenched around him. "Did you get work done? Don't remember it being so tight down here."

You shake your head against the pillow as you glare at Austin, only to have him grab your chin so you look at him. "Already fucking cock drunk. Pathetic."

The last word is practically spit out and you can feel a few drops of it against your skin, earning a whine from you. Austin's pace is brutal, practically treating you like a sex doll— a fact he murmurs against your skin as he sucks hickies along your neck that you know are going to be a pain to cover up. You try to bite your lips to keep yourself from whimpering and groaning and making every noise you know he wants to hear but you can't help it even as he coos about you being so desperate against your ear. Your orgasm slams into you as you claw at Austin's back and as your legs try to wrap around his waist. A hiss leaves his mouth as your nails leave red welts against his skin and he moves to pull out only to hear you whine a low no.

Your eyes are shut but if they were open you would have seen something in Austin's gaze soften at the no. All you're aware of is how his thrusts speed up somehow until you feel them becoming ever so slightly jerky and Austin— Austin doesn't pull out, instead choosing to come inside you in a way he hasn't in years. You're still on birth control but your eyes shoot open at the sensation of his warm come inside of you. He pulls out quickly, watching as your cunt twitches and sees his release drip out of you. You look utterly debauched and yet it stirs something inside of him that he doesn't dare put a name to. Instead he rolls his eyes, pulling on his boxers and pants in one go.

He heads to the door and opens it, but before he leaves he looks back to your panting form and frowns, "go clean yourself up."

This wasn't a scene and you both know it wasn't and yet that simple order, that simple request has you in the shower as soon as he leaves and has you sleeping your best sleep since you left him all those years ago.

Austin doesn't sleep that night.

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