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roosterforme · 7 months

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Emergency Contact (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: injuries while deployed, stitches, bandages, angst (deals with the events from Deployment Diaries Parts 18 and 19)

When Bradley asked you to be his emergency contact, you were overjoyed. This meant he was serious serious. He must have told his mom at some point that he was going to switch it, and she must have agreed that it was a good idea. You'd call Carole and Goose if anything happened. Of course you would.

But that had always been a far off scenario in your mind. Something that was never actually likely to happen. You'd never expected the day to arrive where you had to be the one answering the horrific phone call.

"This is Admiral Priscilla Franklin. I have you listed as the emergency contact for Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw."

"Oh," you gasped. Your hand came up to your forehead as you slowly sank down to sit on the kitchen floor in your yoga pants and sports bra.

"I'm afraid there's been an accident."

You felt yourself on the verge of hyperventilating. You were listening to Admiral Franklin, but her words weren't making sense. You'd barely been able to confirm your full name for her.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw was involved in a mission related incident. I can't provide you with much more information than that."

Your eyes were filled with tears as you choked out the words, "Is he okay?"

There was such a long pause. Part of you wished that Bradley had kept Carole as his emergency contact, because now you were going to have to be the one to soften the blow about an injury to her instead of the other way around.

Unless it was worse than that. Admiral Franklin wasn't saying anything. What if it was worse than an injury? You were laying flat on the floor, your tongue too heavy and awkward in your mouth as you gagged.

But you needed to know right now. "Is he okay?" you demanded louder, sucking air into your burning lungs."He's stable at the moment. We are waiting for him to regain consciousness. He has broken ribs, lacerations and most likely a grade three concussion."

He was alive.

As you got some scant details about what happened, you started sobbing. When you ended the call, you collected Tramp in your arms, and he licked your face all over. Someone would be contacting you the following day about collecting Bradley from the San Diego International Airport like he was a piece of lost luggage.

You didn't want to call his parents. It was so late in Virginia, you would most certainly be waking them up. But when you looked at your lock screen, it was a photo of you and Bradley with Goose and Carole when you'd been in Virginia for Thanksgiving last year, and you just cried harder until you could barely see through the tears.

Once you managed to prop yourself up against the cabinets, you wiped your nose all over Bradley's soft UVA shirt and forced your fingers to work. Unlock the phone. Go to your contacts. Locate the Bradshaws' home number. Tap it. Your hand was still shaking when you heard Carole's voice loud and sharp after just two rings.

"Sweet Girl. Tell me what's wrong."

Your body was shaking with wretched sobs as you tried to get the words out. "He was in an accident. A bad ejection. He's unconscious but still alive."

You'd never seen Carole upset before. She always seemed to know what to do. And even now, while her voice shook slightly as she woke her husband up, she sounded so strong.

You heard Goose's groggy voice, and you relayed all of the information you had.

"We'll be out tomorrow," Carole said immediately.

"No," you replied softly. "I think you should wait until I know when he's coming home. Just in case he doesn't even come back to San Diego. The Admiral mentioned seeing a specialist."

There was a long pause on the other end of the call as you wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your boyfriend's shirt. "You'll keep us updated?" Goose asked. "And you'll tell us if you change your mind and want us to come out now so you're not alone?"

"Of course," you adamantly insisted. "I'll call as soon as I hear anything at all."

Then Carole's voice was back, and it was as reassuring as talking to your own mother. "The instant you tell us to get to San Diego or anywhere else, we'll be on our way. So you just give us the word, and we're coming, Sweet Girl."

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You were barely given any notice at all. Six hours from now, you needed to pick Bradley up from the airport. Apparently he could walk on his own, which was the best news you could imagine hearing. You called Carole and gave her the update, and she purchased tickets for the first flight out the following morning while she was on the phone with you.

But nothing prepared you for the mess you found when you finally laid eyes on him. "Oh, Roo. Oh, Bradley." You covered your mouth with your hands. He truly looked terrible. His face was swollen and bruised, and you could see stitches peeking out all over the place. His left arm was bandaged and resting in a sling. But he was smiling down at you as you wiped tears from your eyes, and he ran his right hand along your hair.

"Can I touch you?" you asked softly, and Bradley slipped his right hand around your waist, slowly pulling you closer until your body was gently touching his.

"Please touch me, Sweetheart. It's the only thing that will make me feel better."

You laughed through your tears as you let one hand rest gently on his chest. "You scared me," you whispered, throat tight with emotion. "Like a whole lot, Roo." You let your other hand trail up over his neck and swollen cheeks, avoiding the clusters of stitches when you could.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he whispered back, kissing the tears on your cheeks.

It wasn't an easy task, but you got him home and cleaned up and into bed. He was having a hard time breathing, and the ninety-eight stitches on his left arm were almost enough to turn your stomach. His handsome face was creased with pain, even after you helped him take his medication. But every time he whispered your name or laced his fingers gently with yours, you couldn't help but smile.

Very carefully, you climbed in bed next to him and pushed his hair back from his forehead before you kissed him. "Your parents will be out tomorrow. They can't wait to see you."

"Thanks for taking care of everything and letting them know what happened," he murmured, the pain medication finally kicking in and helping his big body relax. "You're the best. I love you." He was thankfully asleep before you could even return the sentiment.

The next morning, he only woke long enough for you to change his bandages and give him a million kisses and feed him some toast in bed. You felt wrung out and overly emotional and exhausted by the time you heard Tramp run for the front door. It must be Goose and Carole since you told them to just let themselves inside when they arrived. But when you looked down at the old sweats and Bradley's undershirt you had been wearing, you felt your cheeks grow warm.

You looked like a mess. Your bedroom, bathroom and kitchen were a mess. They were about to see how bad their son looked as he napped in bed, and on top of everything else, you looked terrible too right now.

But before you could even fully register your embarrassment, Carole's petite form was standing in your bedroom doorway with Goose behind her, Tramp jumping up to try to get his attention.

"Oh, Sweet Girl," she sighed, glancing at Bradley and then looking back at you. "You wonderful, sweet thing." She had tears in her eyes as she approached you. "Look how well he's doing. Oh, Goose, look how she's taking care of him."

You let Carole collect you in a hug, and you sagged against her, too tired to try to explain to her that you were tired and out of your element. Instead you just let her hold you as Goose kissed the top of your head and made his way to sit in the dining room chair that you'd carried in and set right next to Bradley's side of your bed.

"Let Goose sit with him until he wakes up and needs you, okay?" she whispered. "And then the four of us can talk together."

"Okay," you agreed softly. Because while it was a privilege to be Bradley's emergency contact, it felt nice to not have to take care of everything alone now.

Carole led you into the hallway. "Let's get you fed, and then I'll help you get yourself in the bath. And later on, Goose can walk Tramp while I make dinner. And then you can focus on Bradley like I know you want to, and he can focus on you. And we'll be here to take care of everything else."

"That sounds good."

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hooked-on-elvis · 4 months

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ELVIS interviewed during filming of 'Change of Habit'

— AMONG OTHER THINGS, YOU'LL LEARN ABOUT HOW ELVIS DID SOME IMPROVISATION IN HIS LINES FOR THE MOVIES AND HOW SELF CONSCIOUS HE WAS ABOUT HIS OWN FILMS

Filmed on location in the Los Angeles area and at Universal Studios during March and April 1969, Change of Habit was released in the United States on November 10, 1969.

Elvis Presley On Set: You Won’t ask Elvis Anything Too Deep?

Elvis talks, but he doesn't say much

BY WILLIAM OTTERBURN-HALL HOLLYWOOD – The notice outside the big grey double-doors was simple and to the point. SET CLOSED, ABSOLUTELY NO ADMITTANCE. You find notices like this outside a lot of film studios, and they tend to have a certain elasticity. This one, outside what looked like an aircraft hangar but was actually Stage D at Universal Studios, meant it. Inside, Elvis Presley was filming. And where Elvis goes, the barriers go up as if some sinister germ warfare experiment were being carried on within. Like a suckling infant, he is swathed and coddled against the realities of the world outside, as if he were made of rare porcelain rather than hewn from good old-fashioned Tennessee stock. But this day he was on show. I had been given the magic formula. The secret open-sesame known only by its brand name of “Colonel Parker’s Okay” had been handed me. The doors swung wide, and I was in. They say Colonel Parker is the man who built Elvis from the erotic gyrating days of the swiveling Pelvis through 14 long and fruitful summers to his present status, by pushing and pulling his protege through the tricky cross-currents of pop music taste. I wouldn’t know. I had asked to see him, this onetime Texas fairground barker, to thank him for the green light. But he was always somewhere else. In his office at Universal, over at Metro, down in Palm Springs, in Las Vegas to lay the trail for the next live show... always somewhere else. No matter. Who needed Colonel Parker when Elvis himself was alive and well and filming? The Publicity Man who escorted me as close as if he were handcuffed said proudly: “I’d like to work with him again, he’s so sweet and uncomplicated. I was surprised you got through – no one’s talked to him yet, you know. There must have been a good breeze blowing.” The good breeze continued to blow as far as the set. A mauve-walled pad with kitchen adjacent and a king-size bed visible through half-drawn yellow curtains. Elvis sat at a table, staring at his hands, while three mini-skirted girls, Mary Tyler Moore, Barbara McNair and Jane Elliott, scurried around with trays of food.

L-R: Mary Tyler Moore, Jane Elliott and Barbara McNair.

The film is about three nuns who pose as nurses to “identify with the people” in a Negro ghetto in New York. The title is Change of Habit (yes, it is) and stars Elvis as a medic who falls for one of the nuns. Elvis is wearing a paint-stained blue denim shirt and tight blue jeans. He looks relaxed and affable and rather meatier around the jaw-line than one remembers from previous films. Marriage (back in May 1967 to Priscilla Beaulieu) is obviously agreeing with him. His eyes have that smoky slow-burn of the old-time movie vamp. He seizes a guitar and strums a few chords. It’s the last week of shooting, and like the good days between exams and the end of term.

The atmosphere on the set is hip and loose, full of leather-clad youth and clever in-talk. The director is thin and intense, wears a check shirt and gym shoes, and is called Billy Graham, which is going to look interesting on the posters of a swinging nun. Elvis produces some dialogue. He is never likely to win an award as an actor, but he knows what the kids want and he gives it to them. The girls are talking about a party. The cameras turn. Elvis says: “You get a lot of people down here on a Saturday night, and all the old hates come out. Before you know it they’re bombed out of their skulls and you’ve got World War III on your hands.”

The scene is this one below. NO, it was not cut out during the editing of this movie.

Earth-quaking stuff. But this simple homespun philosophy is off-key. “Bombed out of their skulls” wasn’t in the script. And the director isn’t too happy about it. “It’s a good line,” says Elvis. “Okay, okay,” says Billy Graham. The line stays. Maybe it will come out in the cutting room, but it’s there for now. “The whole thing is downhill,” says a technician. “He don’t talk to anyone, except his own friends.” There is no sign of tension, but then Elvis has nothing to be tense about. He can go on churning out the same thing for another decade, and they’ll still queue to see it. If he’s over the top, as some unkindly souls occasionally try to make out, he doesn’t seem bothered. He is 34 . . . Raised in Memphis . . . Once a truck-driver, stumbled into records, took the world by storm as the original snake-hips . . . Now lives in cloistered seclusion in a colonial mansion near Nashville, with a Rolls, a solid gold Cadillac, a wife, a daughter (Lisa Marie, aged one) and several bodyguards for company . . . Has made 29 films, grossing 220 million dollars at the box office, and sold more than 200 million records.

Elvis Presley and director William A. Graham on the set of Change Of Habit (Universal 1969) between takes.

Elvis heads for his trailer in the far corner. A group of friends (known in some quarters as the Memphis Mafia) close around him like a football scrum after a loose ball. The code-word is given. I am beckoned over. The good breeze was still blowing. “You won’t probe too deep, will you?” The Publicity Man asks anxiously. “This is just an informal chat, that’s the deal. So keep it light and airy, okay?” Well . . . okay. I checked my notes. Does Elvis fly high on acid trips? Does he see himself as a prophet for the new generation? Does he think his style is too square? Does he have any sexual hang-ups? His marriage altered his attitude to life in any way? Does he kick his cat? Does he have a cat to kick? What are his views on pop, religion, hippies, demonstrators, Vietnam? Stuff like that. No, I wasn’t going to probe too deep. In the dressing room Elvis shakes hands in a firm grip. “This is Charlie, this is Doc.” Two small, burly men light leather jackets and open-neck shirts rise and shine briefly and subside again. The trailer feels a bit crowded.

Elvis Presley on the set of Change Of Habit (Universal 1969). Mary Tyler Moore, Elvis and director William A. Graham share a joke between takes.

Elvis talks. He speaks slowly and carefully, and puts a lot of space between his words. “The film? Uh, well . . . it’s a change of pace for me, yeah. It’s more serious than my usual movies, but it don’t mean I’m aiming for a big dramatic acting scene, no sir. The way I’m headed, I want to try something different now, but not too different. I did this film because the script was good, and I guess I know by now what the public goes for." “Most of the scripts that come my way are all the same. They’ve all got a load of songs in them, but I just did a Western called 'Charro', which hasn’t any songs ‘cepting the title tune. It did have a couple of nude scenes, but they’ve been cut. Anyhow, can you imagine a dramatic Western where the hero breaks out into song all the time?” He has said plenty, and now he leaps to his feet, hands flashing to imaginary holsters, and sings in a deep drawl: “Go for your guns . . . you’ve got ’til sundown to get outa town . . . ” It could be the start of a promising sketch. The others follow suit, singing, clowning, all on their feet. If this is the Memphis Mafia, they’re a friendly bunch.

Elvis on set of 'Change of Habit' (Universal 1969) talking to fans.

Elvis sits down, and everyone stops singing. He eyes himself in the dressing room mirror. “I don’t plan too far ahead, but I’m real busy for a while now. I’ve got a date in Vegas, and maybe another film after that. Then I’m going to try to get to Europe, because I’ve always promised I would and I’ve got some good, faithful fans over there.” Slow-talking Elvis may be. But he certainly isn’t the slow-witted hick from the backwoods his detractors make out. If he is, then he’s a better actor than they give him credit for. Get through to him, and you find a pleasant, honest, not-too-articulate hometown boy who has been protected for his own good from the hysterical periphery of his present world. The party was warming up. Elvis cracked a gag. Charlie cracked a gag. There was a call from the door. Elvis was wanted, and the good breeze was still blowing as he made for the set, one hand on my shoulder. Charlie and Doc were all smiles.

Elvis and his manager, Colonel Parker, on set of 'Change of Habit' (Universal 1969).

“Okay?” said the P.M. “You did real fine.” "Well . . . not quite." I said. "This Colonel Parker, would he be around for a word later?" Elvis stopped in his tracks. The P.M. went a whiter shade of pale, and whispered something to a friend. The friend nodded in sympathy. “I must tell you about an experience I had like that once,” he said, eyeing me as if I’d just crawled out of the woodwork. Elvis said: “I think he’s in Palm Springs. I’m not sure...” He hurried off. The P.M. said: “Don’t let’s push our luck any more. We never trouble him for too long a time. You should be very happy. You had more than anyone’s had in years.” Somewhere along the line, unaccountably, the good breeze had dropped. This story is from the July 12th, 1969 issue of Rolling Stone.

Source: www.rollingstone.com

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changingplumbob · 30 days

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📩 Simblr question of the day: Choose a sim of your own that you consider your/a fave, then choose one sim from three (or more!) different simblrs, now imagine what those sims would be like in a room together? Who's walking out first? Who's staying the longest? Who would get along? Who wouldn't get along at all? Elaborate as much or as little as you'd like :) (p.s please feel free to share this to others, anon or not, and feel free to use the hashtag " SQOTD "! I love seeing everyone's answers and reading them makes my day ~ 💛 ) (p.p.s I saw you ask for the best friend ask, be on the lookout for that sometime soon :))

Oh my gosh I have so many ideas I'll have to put them under a cut!

Brunch Date

First up we're going BIG! I'm talking time to ship up every single member of the York family to go and meet the Alegria family by @matchalovertrait! Wouldn't be too massive of a trip though since we're mostly all in Tartosa.

I suspect Devin and Dulce would get along. I think Aaron would probably be a bit too pompous for Erick to maintain a conversation with. I'm guessing Noemi would probably not mind talking to Calista since they're both family and career women. Angel would probably be the one helping Joey make sure Alfred and Rilian are having fun.

Supernatural Hang out

Sending my werewolf Samir, his boyfriend Reece, and the Knightstone's to try and make friends...

They would be meeting up with Caleb and Morgan by @marcishaun, as well as Lou and Lux by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants.

As well as Priscilla, Tony and Moumou by @eljeebee and the Bohan family by @aliengirl.

First up Moumou (who's a cat if you didn't know) would be surrounded by all the younger sims. The youngest would probably just all be sitting there making imitation cat noises. I like to think Silas would be interested to meet Carina and Orion and have a million questions about how they manage to look both human and alien at the same time.

Blue would tell Adam how he carried a pregnancy and Adam would storm off in horror for several reasons. First off Adam doesn't want more kids. Plus he's hot headed. Then of course Adam hates UFO aliens getting humans pregnant and would probably feel like the tale hits to close to home, even though Rhea and Blue made their kids with love. Suzanna however would be fascinated to learn about the process.

Priscilla would likely try to cheer up Caleb about being a vampire while Tony would probably try to impart some wisdom about being a human in love with an immortal to Morgan.

Let's be real Samir would probably sit there brooding the entire time but Reece would undoubtedly be chatting at a million miles an hour with Lou and Lex to try and learn all he could about real werewolves.

EDIT: I forgot my main point which is I think most of them would enjoy talking about plants and gardening and nature.

Animal Get Together

Cluckton would be hanging out in a park with Matilda from @sharona-sims...

Le Chat by @akitasimblr, Nougat by @kissalopa and Daisy by @lauralovelysims

They would get up to mysterious animal things

Universes Collide

Amiyah and her siblings by @deardiaryts4 are invited to the Chopra Homestead!

I would invite the other Rahul but I think things could get awkward if Amiyah's parents show up considering her Cassandra is best friends with the woman who married and then divorced Rahul...

I think Amiyah would spend the time trying to teach Savannah and Mercedes how to dance and would probably give them several make overs. Cassandra would find it fascinating to meet these alternate universe Rahul offspring where as Rahul would probably be a bit creeped out.

Casual Drinks!

Sending Joey to meet the infamous Ben Ben by @slightly-ludic for a night on the town! You know Ben needs a drink after that Jungle Adventure!

Of course we're also inviting Astrid by @simmerbeans and Stan and Milena by @stargazer-sims.

A lot of the talk would revolve around travel and what different countries are like. I think Astrid would love talking to Ben and Stan, Joey would do his best to comment on the conversation but secretly be eyeing up whatever single ladies are in the bar. Of course Joey and Ben would say some dopey stuff earning them eyerolls from the other three. I think the younger ones would benefit from time with Stan and Milena though, get some life lessons.

#SQOTD #sims 4 #simblr #the sims #Hope you like my mini essay

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abbygrabska · 3 months

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Twelfth Doctor Smut ~ Territorial

For: @toastvogel Plot: Maybe 12 sees the need to "mark his territory" after someone (alien,human, doesn't matter) get a bit too friendly with reader? I really just want to let you write what gets into your mind. As long as it's got 12 in it, I'm happy with everything ;) Tags: biting, belly bulge, hand, size kink

Word Count: 1178

Pulled all of this outta my pussy

You’re excited as you get dressed, you’re going to a Hollywood party in the 60’s with the Doctor.

You weren’t sure who the host is, but the Doctor seemed to know everyone, so it didn’t really matter.

You decide on a dark blue dress with stars littered all over it, a matching necklace and earrings, paired with silver heels. Your eye makeup matches the dress, and your lips have a clear coat of gloss covering them.

Just as you finish applying the lip gloss, the Doctor knocks on the door frame.

“Come in.” You call out.

He walks in. He’s wearing a black suit, no tie in sight, though ties never were this face’s thing.

He stares at you, a strange look on his face.

You shift nervously under his gaze, “Is something wrong?”

“No.” He shifts his eyes away from you, “You ready to go?” “Yeah.” You stand, leaving the vanity and walking towards him.

He offers an arm for you to hold.

You grin, hooking elbows with him, “Let’s go!”

He smiles, leading you out of the wardrobe and into the console room.

The Tardis has been parked on the lawn, near the fenceline of the property.

As you walk across the grass, you realize where you are.

Your grip on the Doctor’s arm tightens in excitement, “Are we at Marilyn Monroe’s house?”

“Yes. Funny story, I accidentally married her once. Thankfully she won’t recognize me.” He gestures to his face, “I’ve regenerated since then.”

“Good for you.”

The two of you join the party seamlessly.

At some point the Doctor wanders off, you don’t question it, he does that occasionally.

“That dress sure is something.” You hear a Southern accent say from behind you. You turn around, it’s Elvis Presley.

“Oh, thank you.” You smile, fluffing the skirt slightly. He pulls out a cigarette, offering you one.

You shake your head, politely denying it.

“Suit yourself.” He lights one, taking a drag before exhaling, “I don’t reckon I’ve seen you before. Who’d you come here with?” “My friend, the Doctor. He’s around here somewhere.” You glance around the backyard. “Why don’t I keep you company until he comes back?” He smirks, offering a hand.

You hesitate, nerves filling you.

“Is there a problem here?” You hear the Scottish lilt of the Doctor from behind you and relax.

“This is your friend?” Elvis asks.

“Date actually.” The Doctor corrects, putting a hand on your waist.

Elvis chuckles, “Sweetheart, he’s old enough to be your great-granddaddy. Why don’t you and I go somewhere and have a little fun?” The Doctor’s grip tightens on your waist, “What would Priscilla think of you having ‘fun’ with another woman?”

Elvis frowns, pulling his cigarette from his mouth, “How’d you know ‘bout Priscilla?”

“Same way everyone else does.” The Doctor responds vaguely, “Ready to go?” He looks at you.

You nod, and he starts to lead you away.

“Hold it now.” Elvis starts to walk after you two.

He grabs your arm.

The reaction is instant, the Doctor turns and punches Elvis in the face, knocking him over.

You hear several people gasp as the Doctor takes you back to the Tardis.

The doors shut and he pulls you back against his chest.

“Doctor?” He is silent, grabbing your hair and pulling your head to the side, he presses his mouth to your neck and bites down.

A cry escapes you, “What are you doing?”

“Making sure everyone will know who you belong to next time.” He grabs your waist and spins you around, throwing you over his shoulder.

You gasp, “What’s gotten into you?!”

He starts walking through the Tardis, ignoring your question as he takes your shoes off.

He kicks open a door and enters, throwing you on the bed.

You look at him bewildered as he crawls on top of you, bunching your skirt up at your waist.

He grabs your underwear and rips them apart.

Heat floods your face as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, “Suck.”

You do, taken aback.

He pulls his fingers out and starts rubbing at your clit with his thumb, sliding his fingers into your hole.

You gasp at the intrusion, going to grab his arm, only for his free hand to come up and pin your arms above your head.

He looks down at you, an angry look in his eyes, “No touching without permission.”

His thumb rubs tight circles into the flesh as his fingers fuck you.

A coil forms in your stomach, tightening rapidly as his fast pace continues.

Your eyes start to shut, a hand grips your face, your eyes shoot open.

“You’re going to look at me when I make you cum.” He grins wolfishly, sliding a third finger into your warmth.

You let out breathy pants, an orgasm rapidly approaching.

His eyes bore into yours as tears form.

Moans escape you as your walls tighten around his fingers, cumming loudly

Once your cunt releases his fingers he pulls them out, licking them clean.

He stands, stripping himself of his suit coat, unbuttoning his shirt, and unbuckling his belt.

He pushes his trousers and underwear down until his cock slaps against his stomach.

He pumps his cock slowly, flipping you over on your stomach., “I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to take it, like a good little girl.”

He lines up with your cunt, pushing in until he’s balls deep.

You can feel him in your stomach.

The Doctor slides his hand underneath you, his hand flat against the subtle bulge, pushing down, watching you squirm, “Oh, am I too big for your poor little pussy?” He taunts, pulling out until the bulge disappears before pushing back in roughly.

You cry out.

He grins against your neck, biting down.

He pistons his hips against you, balls slapping your clit with every thrust.

A second orgasm is forming quickly in the pit of your stomach, walls starting to clench around the Doctor’s cock.

“Your poor little pussy. Squeezing me like a vice, it can barely take my big cock, can it?” He taunts, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slowly, “I’m so deep you’ll feel me for days after I’m done. And believe me, I’m not stopping until my cum is dripping out of you.” His thrusts get rougher, fingers rubbing faster, “Everyone is going to know who you belong to when I’m finished.”

His hips hit your ass at a bruising pace.

“Doctor!” You cry, “It hurts.” “Oh, boo hoo.” He shoves your head against the bed, the frame shaking as he fucks you.

Your walls tighten around him, cumming with a violent moan.

He grabs your hair, pulling your head up, pressing a searing kiss to your mouth.

His hips press into yours firmly as he shoots inside your womb, continuing to fuck you through his orgasm.

Your thighs tremble as he rubs your clit hard and fast, giving you a third orgasm, screaming into his mouth.

His thrusts slow to a stop, body collapsing onto yours.

Your eyes slowly close, exhausted.

#doctor who x reader #doctor who smut #twelfth doctor x reader #biting #belly bulge #size kink #birthday writing event #my writing

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claire-elvisgirl · 5 months

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LITTLE SISTER

Summary: You and your big sister Emily have become Elvis’ friends and now you’re on tour with him and the guys. But suddenly he realizes he sees you as something more than just a friend.

Warnings: 18+, smut, Age gap (f 18/m 35), flirting, Elvis is facing an ending marriage (not Priscilla), cheating, sex

Word cunt: 4451

Las Vegas, Elvis’ dressing room

“What do ya think y/n?” he asked looking at himself in the mirror. You went close to him and stared from his hair to his feet. He wore a two-pieces suit, black pants and a gold jacket with black boots, his hair perfectly combed. Sometimes you forgot how perfect he was. “I think you look wonderful!” you answered gently.

He smiled and pinched your cheek: “Thanks y/n. This suit is really great, but…don’t ya think the jacket it’s too flashy?”

You made him turn around for you and you waltzed around him like a vulture on a prey: “Well, the stage is dark, you need something to enhance your figure!”

“That’s a very good point baby, I knew I didn’t waste my time keepin’ ya around…ehehe!” he joked.

“Hey!” you slapped him on his shoulder “Don’t you dare, you know? You’d be lost without me!”

You two loved to play; you pranked each other and laughed together, even for the littlest thing. You shared thoughts, memories, bad and good moments and lately you got closer and closer to each other. You were attracted to him, but he was a married man and even if his marriage wasn’t going too well, you didn’t want to be pointed as the one who broke it definitely. You held your feelings in your heart, hoping that maybe someday, things would have changed. You were still drowning in your thoughts, when he took you back to earth.

“Maybe if it was of another colour…” he mumbled.

“I think you’re perfect! And besides, it’s not what you wear that makes the show, it’s your voice!” you reassured him patting his arm.

“Well thank ya y/n, you’re always so sweet…I’m very grateful that ya are close with my family. Aaand if it wasn’t for my wife, I swear I could have a lil’ crush on ya…” he laughed and slapped gently your butt, making you gasp.

“I…I think I better go now…” you blushed.

“Sure baby…I understand. Well, if ya ever wanna hang out, sometimes, just lemme know!” he smiled and winked, then he came close to you and kissed your cheek: “See ya around!”

You ran out of his dressing room and took a deep breath. His words took you by surprise. He put on his jacket and started to get ready for the show. He looked one last time at himself in the mirror and he mumbled: “I hope she ain’t taking it seriously…I mean, I said that I would have a crush on her if I wasn’t married, but…God, I was only kiddin’…” he laughed and practiced some karate moves, then he walked up to the stage.

You ran back to your sister Emily and you told her what happened with Elvis. She widened her eyes and couldn’t believe her ears: “Wow, it seems he has a crush on you, sis. I didn’t imagine Elvis liked you, now I’m getting’ a bit jealous! I might have to take him away from you!”

You both laughed together talking about him. You agree with Emily that he could be a little hard to handle sometimes, but he was also incredibly kind and a good friend.

“He sure is cute and I like him a lot, but you know he’s married!” you sighed.

“Yeah sis, it’s the only problem here, and it’s quite a big deal, but let me tell you something, he has a bit of a reputation with girls…if you know what I mean!”

“A good or a bad one?” you laughed; but at the same time Emily’s words made you think that he could make a move on you.

“Well, you know he’s very charismatic and handsome. Maybe he won’t do anything to embarrass you, but I would be cautious sis!”

He showed up, walking through the hallway.

“Shh, he’s coming…” she hushed you.

He came up behind you and Emily: “How’s my favourite lil’ girls? Why are y’all whisperin’?”

You smiled at him: “Oh nothing, we were just tattling about you!” you and Emily looked at each other and laugh. He looked at you both with a questioning look: “Oh really? What did ya find so funny? Tell me!” he asked squeezing your arms. He seemed interested in what you said and he laughed at himself a bit.

“Don’t worry, nothing serious…now go, or you’ll be late for your show!”

Alright, alright…” he gave you and Emily a quick kiss on the cheek for good luck “Love ya both!”

He smiled and walked away getting ready for the show.

“We’ll be in the first row!” you yelled. He laughed and after a while he was on stage, performing for his fans, doing what he loved the most. He made sure everything was set up, the band prepared and the audience was all sitting He went on stage and got an amazing response from the crowd. They cheered and screamed as he walked out. He gave them a quick wave before standing in front of the microphone. Your eyes didn’t lose him for a second while he was singing and you thought he was really handsome, more than you’ve ever noticed before. He sang his first song and he noticed you watching at him almost hypnotized. He smiled and winked at you. At the end of the show, he went back in his dressing room and you followed him. You knocked on his door: “Elvis!? It’s y/n!”

He opened the door and smiled: “Y/n, come in honey!” he let you in gladly surprised “Ya need something?”

“Well, I…just wanted to congratulate I guess…it’s been an amazing show and…” you stuttered.

“Aw thank ya honey, it means a lot that ya came back just for that!” he grabbed you and gave you a quick hug “But I hope ya didn’t come just to tell me this…” he lifted your face gently. He kept hugging you as you admired his handsome face so close to you: “I…no…me and Emily were leaving and…”

He stopped you: “You’re leavin’ already? I was hopin’ ya would stay and hang out with us, but…okay…I’ll see ya tomorrow!”

He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek as he ran his fingers through your hair. You felt his hand running down your back and down to your hips. You pulled back from him: “Well…thank you again…bye!”

As you left his dressing room you felt strange, he never made you feel that way. You found Emily and came back to your room with her. After an hour you were almost asleep and you felt someone knocking softly on your door. “What the…who could that…”

You got up from the bed and opened the door. Your jaw dropped on the floor and you covered yourself as you were wearing just a very small shirt and panties: “Elvis!? What are you doing here? Are you crazy?”

“Shh baby…I know it’s really late, but I just wanted to say goodnight and lettin’ ya know how much I appreciate our talk today. You’re really a wonderful girl…you’re really not a baby anymore…and…”

You stood there waiting for him to finish: “I…I wanted to know if ya wanted to…to hang out with me sometimes…I-I mean…just we two…without the guys…what do ya say?”

You were about to say no, without thinking too much, but his request left you speechless. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were very attracted to him, even if he was much older than you: “Look Elvis…I was going to sleep, can we…can we talk tomorrow?”

He seemed upset and disappointed: “Why tomorrow baby? Ya can’t talk right now? What the hell…sure I can wait tomorrow, sure I’m not that important, am I?! You don’t wanna go out with me, then why don’t ya just say it!?”

“Sshh…look I didn’t say no, it’s just…this is not the right moment, I don’t wanna wake Emily up…and I’m tired too…please…” you answered whispering.

“Oh yeah, right…sorry…forget about it. I mean, I have so many women to talk to…I thought we might have been a thing, but forget it, really…” he walked away pissed.

You ran after him: “No no no…wait…wait…”

He stopped and yelled: “What do ya mean ‘no wait’? Ya think I’m playin’ games? Ya know what…I ain’t got time to waste!”

He left you there in the hallway and walked away. You felt suddenly sad, as something broke inside you. Emily got up from her bed and came close to you: “Honey what’s going on? Why was he so upset?”

You got back in the room: “Forget it, you were right about him…he’s an asshole!”

You slammed the door behind you, you buried your face in your pillow and cried all your tears out.

Three days after…

You avoided him for the following three days and even when you met by chance, he ignored you completely. Then you decided to try to talk to him. You went to his room and you found him relaxing in his armchair. The sunlight was peeking through the window, kissing his hair, making him look incredibly beautiful; he looked like a god. You stood in front of him: “Hi…”

He didn’t even raise his eyes and you tried to talk to him again: “Please, say something…”

Silence again. A silence as heavy as a rock. You kneeled down, almost between his legs, trying to catch his eyes. You moved a hand on his knee, but you gasped as he grabbed and squeezed your wrist and looked at you with a cold stare: “You’re in a dangerous position baby!”

You jumped back scared, but he didn’t let you go: “What do ya want y/n?”

“Look…I’m sorry for how I treated you! I just wanted to say I’m sorry, I really am!”

You knew his pride would have never let him lose, not at first at least, but you had to try. He meant too much to you to lose his friendship. He didn’t say a thing, he kept looking at you with his deep blue eyes: “First ya treat me like a piece of trash and then ya came crawlin’ back?!”

“It’s not like that…I knew you were angry and I didn’t want to disturb you. You had concerts to do and you surely didn’t have time to spend with me…after all, you said so yourself, didn’t you?!”

He jumped from the chair and towered you: “Don’t ya dare to talk to me like that, girl!!!” he whispered in gritted teeth. You swallowed hard. You never saw him that angry.

“Look baby, I’m havin’ a lil’ trouble forgivin’ ya for what ya did last night, but…” his voice softened, he took you closer to him and hugged you tight: “…I’m glad ya came back!”

He held you for a very long time, as he was afraid of letting you go. You could feel the strength of his arms keeping you safe and you felt like nothing in the world could harm you. You lift your arms and hugged him back whispering: “I’m sorry…” while a tear fell from your eyes. Without breaking the hug, he caressed your hair gently and moved his lips on your neck: “It’s okay baby…the only thing that matters is that you’re here with me…I thought I’d lost ya!”

You heard him sighing deeply, almost like he was crying, but you didn’t have the courage to check if it was true. You just enjoyed the most wonderful hug of your life, while his lips explored your neck, leaving a trace of sweet little kisses all over. Then you whispered in his ear: “I’m here!”

The morning after, Emily got up before you and came to wake you up. You yawned and stretched in your bed and slowly you woke up, thinking again about that sweet moment with him just a day earlier. Emily shook you gently: “Rise and shine sis, I got something to show you!”

“Oh God Emily…what could be more important than breakfast now?” you answered tired.

“Check your phone princess!” she answered throwing it at you. You grabbed the phone and found a message from him. Emily smiled and teased you: “What you’re hiding? Why now he writes you in private?”

You looked at her, unsure to tell her or not what happened. But then you thought that she was your only sister and you shared everything with her, so, why not?

“Okay can you keep a secret?” you asked her “I saw him yesterday and…he’s gonna take me out…tonight!”

Emily widened her eyes: “What???”

You shut her mouth: “Sshh…I told you…it’s a secret. Please, don’t ruin everything!”

Emily stood there in disbelief: “Are you gonna go? You never know what might happen…I mean, we know him pretty well, I’m just prayin’ he doesn’t want to take advantage of you…”

You sat on the bed: “Actually I was planning to go, but…I can’t help but think he’s married…I mean, if he’s ready to cheat on his wife with me, what could stop him to cheat on me with someone else?”

Emily listened very carefully, then she headed for the door: “You only live once, sis! You would be crazy to turn him down, besides you think all these men are all that loyal? So just put on your sexy dress and heels and go make me proud! Just be careful!”

You jumped out of bed and hugged her: “Thank you! I’ll tell you all about that tomorrow. And remember, don’t let anything out of your tongue!”

“I got your back, cross my heart!” she laughed as she left the room.

You went to fix your hair and you picked up your favourite dress, the one he loved so much. You still couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

When you met him that night, he smiled. “I couldn’t wait to see ya baby, ya look so beautiful tonight!” and he kissed you, with a gentle touch. You were very excited, but still you wondered if you were doing the right things.

“Thank you, Elvis…you look great too!” you answered blushing. You were excited and nervous at the same time and you didn’t know how to handle all these new feelings. “You did ask me out so gently and I treated you really bad, but now I’m happy we settled everything!”

You got in his car and as he drove away, you looked at him; he was really beautiful. You felt your heart beating faster than ever and you realized that, maybe, what you felt wasn’t just a simple friendship, but you couldn’t let yourself go with him: “Look I wanna make one thing clear…before we go any further…I hope you don’t think this is a romantic date…I mean…we’re…friends, right?!”

He smiled mischievously staring at the road ahead: “Sure…friends…”

His answer left you speechless and you kept talking: “I mean, I’m not ready for a relationship and I think I’m way too young for you!”

“Well, you’re young, but you’re not a child…and ya make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I just can’t explain it…” he smiled with passion.

“Oh please…you’re married!”

He frowns: “Oh baby…I think it’s time I tell ya something…my marriage isn’t the same anymore…and I think we both know what is happening! Please, give me a chance!”

“Oh God, this is so weird…”

You looked out of the window and your mind raced away in a thousand thoughts. You never imagined he was going through such a pain. He never showed his feelings to anybody, but in that moment, he was opening his heart to you and you saw him extremely human and vulnerable.

He spoke again: “Please…give me a chance…ya don’t have to answer now, but I want ya to know it. This isn’t a normal date, let me show ya the way I feel and then ya decide what to do!”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Baby I know you’re confused, I know it’s a lot to handle, but I promise ya won’t regret it!” he caressed your hand. The last thing you wanted was to ruin him and his career, but he was pressing on you so much and deep inside your heart you knew you loved him: “I don’t know…what if someone finds out?” you asked.

“Look, gimme one night…just one night and then ya can decide if ya want me or not. I promise ya won’t regret a thing, please!? Will ya do this f’me?” he asked sadly.

“Just one night?” you asked.

“Yeah y/n, just one night…and if ya should find out ya don’t love me…I’ll understand, or at least I’ll try to!”

You looked away from him. His eyes were pleading you, and you wanted to resist, but you couldn’t. If something would have gone wrong, it would have been very hard not to see each other again, as you were practically always together. After a while, you both realized ya didn’t have a choice, because the feelings that bonded you was too strong and you accepted his offer. One night. Just one night with him to really understand your feelings. You grabbed your phone and you texted Emily:

“I’m officially in trouble! He wants to spend the night together…I couldn’t say no!”

She took her phone and as she read your message, she widened her eyes. She texted back:

“What’s going through your mind? It was supposed to be just a dinner, why did you say yes?”

“I don’t know…I’ll go and then I’ll see what happens…I’ll text you later. Love u!”

Emily was worried about you. Things were starting to slip out of hand and she didn’t want you to get hurt or heartbroken. She tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. She couldn’t help but think that he was twice your age and she was scared to see you suffer. But you were so excited about what was happening, that she decided to give him a chance with you. She texted again:

“Okay, enjoy your night, but if he breaks your heart or if he tries something wrong, I swear I’m gonna kick his ass!”

After dinner, you drove back to the hotel and he walked you to his suite. He looked around to check no one was watching and then he locked the door. He got close to you and he hugged you: “Don’t be scared baby…I’m not gonna hurt ya! Now that you’re here I’m never lettin’ ya go, but first I wanna show ya a good time. I wanna make ya feel good. Can I have a kiss for a start? Pretty please?!” he asked you with puppy eyes.

You were scared to death, but your lips met after a while and the kiss became longer and deeper. You seemed to melt as he pulled you closer to him and you kept kissing until you fell on the bed. You kissed him passionately and you took it slow at first, but then you became more eager and he returned your kiss with passion. He pulled you on top of him and you moaned a little. You seemed to be losing yourselves into each other and your lips were moving faster.

“That’s it baby…let it go!” he whispered. He moaned and breathed heavily. He pulled you even closer and you felt your heart pounding like a drum. You became more intimate as he started to making you experience what real love really was. You kept kissing him on his neck making him moan louder. In that moment you felt the urge to touch him and you moved your hand underneath his shirt, caressing his chest. He was turned on and he enjoyed every second and every little touch you gave him. He wanted more, he wanted to take it further. While he breathed heavily, he touched your body too, feeling your waist, your thighs and your chest as he moved his hands all over you.

“Baby, I’m goin’ crazy…come a lil’ closer, move your hand down baby, make me feel like a real man, show me what ya can do!”

You obeyed and you moved your hand down, caressing him in his most intimate parts. You were nervous and you started very soft, but after a while, the sensation of feeling his member pulsing for you, gave you courage and you slid a hand in his pants, touching it, feeling it, hard as rock under your touch.

“Oh baby...ya can do anything ya want with me, I’m all yours…touch him, play with him…yeah…that’s it…”

After a while he grabbed your hand and removed it from his pants. He took you and he rolled you over, pinning you down on the bed: “Baby I can’t wait anymore, I love ya so much…” he whispered as he caressed your hair. He kissed you desperately on your neck and as you felt his body on you, you moaned more and more. You were enjoying his body and suddenly you felt him fully on you. You hugged him, pulling you closer to you and you whispered in his ear: “Elvis…I…I never thought I would feel this way, but…I love you…that’s what I need…that’s what I want…I need this, right now…”

He breathed loudly and groaned: “Yeah baby, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back…I wanna feel ya, kiss ya…I…I wanna take ya…now!”

He looked at you deeply and passionately with love and desire in his eyes. You looked back at him and you both knew what you want from each other now. The fire inside of you both was burning strongly and you didn’t want to control it anymore. He lifted up your shirt and you felt his hand on your skin, but it only turned you on more than ever. Then he started to kiss your chest making you gasp: “D’ya like that darlin’? Does that feel nice?”

You gulped, trying to think, but your mind was blown away. He got back to your lips and as he kissed you, his tongue slipped in your mouth. You let your hand moving over his body as you kissed him, your body pressing up against his. He pulled away for a moment and whispered: “Keep it up baby, that’s what I was talkin’ about…” he nodded in pleasure as you moaned and kissed him more passionately.

“So damn sweet…so good…keep goin’ baby…that’s it…God, you’re getting’ me so hot…” he was turned on as never before and with every second passing, he wanted you more and more. Suddenly he moved his hand down and touched you right between your legs, without taking off your clothes.

“Oh God…” you felt his hand caressing you, gently, sending shivers down your spine. It was just a matter of seconds and you were slowly undressing each other, enjoying the touch of your bodies one against the other.

He looked at you with love: “Oh God, just look at ya, you’re so perfect…” he sighed and put his hand back into your hair, looking down at you. He smiled at you and his hands moved down to play with the fabric of your panties. He moved them aside and his hands reached your core, but this time he was touching it directly, his fingers playing gently with your sensitive flesh. You moaned louder as he kept caressing you. He was gentle and delicate and you enjoyed every second of it, but suddenly he paced up and you felt two fingers sliding inside of you. His thumb started to play on your clit, gently pressing on it in circular motion. You were over the moon. You didn’t think you could ever experience such a pleasure.

“Elvis...please…don’t stop!” you begged him arching your back and moaning. He kept moving, but after a while he stopped and looked at you. He didn’t say a thing, but you knew what he wanted. Without answering, you nodded, giving him your consent to reach the next step. He took off your pants slowly and stood there for a while, staring at your white panties. You felt you heart beating faster and faster, but you were not afraid. It was excitement, pure love for him. He looked at you, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you, but when he saw your total surrender to him, his hands grabbed your panties and took them off. He took off his clothes too and he spread your legs apart. The sight of your trembling pussy, made him turned on even more and he leaned down, kissing your clit with passion and as he breathed and moaned on you, your excitement grew stronger. He climbed on top of you and as he did, you felt the tip of his hard cock pressing gently at your entrance. He stood there for a while, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“Baby, are ya…”

You hushed him with your finger on his lips. He perfectly knew it was the first time for you, but he knew you wanted it and so he did. He moved slowly, pushing himself inside of you, making you gasp as you felt his member stretching you.

“Oh God…”

“Sshh baby…I won’t hurt ya…don’t worry…”

He pulled back a bit, before shoving it in a second time. As he kept moving in and out, his pace increased, making you almost cry. You grabbed his shoulders, piercing his skin with your nails. The pain soon turned into pleasure and as he caressed your hair he whispered sweetly: “My lil’ baby…all mine…”

His words made you trembling. Just the thought of being completely his, sent you right on your edge. He thrusted again inside of you and every time he reached your g-spot, you let out a loud moan.

“I wanna make ya mine baby…mine forever…can I…?” he didn’t finish his phrase, as he felt a long wave of pleasure hurting him and before he could say something he came hard into you, filling you up. Feeling his cock releasing inside your body was the highest pleasure you ever felt in your life and after a while, the same wave hit you too, making your walls clenching around him. He enjoyed your orgasm groaning and then he fell on you exhausted, with his head resting on your chest. The room was suddenly silent. Your bodies were still wrapped around each other and the only sound that echoed around was your breaths slowing down. He kissed you with passion as he tried to catch his breath and then he held you tight.

“Well, I used to pull your pigtails

and pinch your turned-up nose,

but you’ve been a-growin’

and baby it’s been showin’

from your head down to your toes”

#elvis presley #elvis the king #70s elvis #this man will be the death of me #elvis smut #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #smutty fanfiction #obsessed with elvis #fanfiction

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a/n: mention of elvis knowing he was going to buy the stutz; but from my research it appears the actual purchase was more spur of the moment than it is implied here.

For a prompt that was fic based on a car. The car is… not the main event here; i can’t yet quite bring myself to defile the blackhawk - maybe another time.

warnings: some level of objectification; oc laura briefly compares herself to a car, brief fingering/masturbation, sex (p in v). I am, officially, sick with (absolutely totally not just a cold) flu so if this makes no sense I am sorry lol. pretty much p without plot. really stupid car jokes.

wc: 2.2k concise smut is back!!

1970 elvis x oc

thanks to the girlies as always!!

If you were to peer up at 1174 Hillcrest Drive from the road you’d probably be too far away to notice the curtains twitch just the teeniest bit, at least that’s what Laura hopes from her position trying to look out at Elvis in the driveway. She’d wanted to come out with him, he’d been so excited about the delivery of his new car,

“It’s a prototype Lor, you can’t even buy it yet!” But he’d been adamant that she had to stay inside, preferably away from any prying eyes. He’d explained he’d agreed to photos - that they had been a key factor in the negotiations for the car. It had, in fact, been pretty much the only way to keep Sinatra away from it, and he didn’t need to have his joy at that tidbit of information be soured by Priscilla’s reaction to his truly broken promise with Laura being errantly caught in the background of one of the, sure to be heavily publicized, images. He’d sworn up and down to Cilla - he was going to the Hillcrest house just for the car; he’d be back at the new house in Palm Springs a day or two later; and no, no she didn’t need to bother even doing the fairly short drive with Lisa, “No, really Cilla it’s fine - it’s going off to be customized anyway.”

In a similar fashion to this elusive car, Laura had been delivered to Beverly Hills herself for the next couple of days. It was a nice change of pace from Vegas for her; she was, despite being essentially at Elvis’ beck and call whenever he wanted someone fun but familiar for a couple of days, still working at the International. While it was the fall Las Vegas didn’t really have an ‘off’ season and so it had been a struggle to find someone to cover her shifts at such late notice but her excitement at the possibility of getting to be alone with Elvis for three days had made it well-worth the effort. He’d promised her mostly uninterrupted bliss, and apart from these two hours on Friday he’d be all hers until Sunday afternoon.

“I swear - I won’t be long. ‘S the only reason I was able to be here; just gotta spend the hour and take the pictures.” Despite her annoyance - he’d been pulled out of bed for it, he was practically reverberating with excitement and all she could do was concede, agreeing to stay away from the front of the house for however long it took. She couldn’t resist a peek though, even though she knew basically nothing about cars, still wanting a sneaky preview of what he’d been so excited for.

She wasn’t disappointed, it was a gorgeous car and looking at the long, sleek black lines of it that she could just about see from her vantage point she could understand his desperation to have it. He circles it, looking like he’s dressed to match the car, slender black suit and thick gold belt accentuating the gold accents of the S badge at the top of the long silver grill. Laura continues to watch him as he gently brushes a hand over the shiny waxed exterior as he peers into the windows - appreciating the finish. The action makes her squeeze her thighs together, stomach muscles and vagina twitching and tightening in some sort of bastardized kegel as she remembers him that morning, circling the bed and assessing her in much the same way, claiming he just had to check he’d remembered her just right.

He walks out of sight, and had anyone else been in the room with her she would have been mortified at the sad groan she let out in response to being unable to track him any further, and she lets the curtain drop out of her grip - stomping back over to the bed and flinging herself on it.

She’s left hot and needy, and frustrated enough to start to deal with it herself, absentmindedly fiddling with her nipple, images of Elvis circling the car, circling her running through her head. She takes a shuddering breath in as she runs her hand down to slip into her panties, imagining it was him brushing his hand over her - complimenting the softness of her skin the same way he commented on the waxed finish of the hood. She’s just starting to get somewhere, her eyes closed, as she focuses on her clit when the door slams open as Elvis walks in. He’s taken his jacket off, left in his white shirt and black trousers, sunglasses still on his face. Laura jerks her hand out from her panties with a start. His frown transforms into a grin at the sight of her panic and sudden look of concentrated innocence, his eyebrows rising behind his glasses.

“Huh, now then, what do we have here?”

“What, what do you mean Elvis?” She tries to play it coy, rolling to face him fully and tugging her dress down as she does.

“Well, I saw something in the window, sure looked like some little girl peeping out where I told her to stay away. You tryin’ to get me in trouble with my wife?” She cringes at the mention of Priscilla, playful mood changing as she quickly attempts to defend herself.

“No, no, of course not!” He frowns at her sternly for a moment before he cracks, shaking his head laughing,

“Knew it was you!”

Laura gasps, “You didn’t even see me?!” He shakes his head, still laughing as he walks over to sit on the other side of the bed, curling his knee up so he can face her.

“Oh you wicked boy! Elvis! I thought you were really annoyed!” He smiles, taking his glasses off, leaning over to rest on his hand over her legs. She shifts onto her back, leaning against the headboard.

“So,” He flops his head to the side, keeping his eyes on hers as he trails a finger up her leg, circling her knee, “then, tell me, how much is that girlie in the window?” She giggles at his frankly stupid joke, and the way he’s just catching her where she’s most ticklish at the joint of her knee and thigh.

“Hmmm, more than you can afford now you’ve bought that faaaaancy car.”

“You like it, baby?” She nods, fervently,

“It’s gorgeous… I bet it drives real nice.” Elvis looks pensive for a moment,

“Yeah, well, uh, maybe - maybe later, when, when it gets properly delivered - after it’s gone to George, I’ll take you for a spin.” He nods, “Actually, yeah, that would work - I might even be in Vegas by then.” She hums noncommittally. He smiles, changing the subject, “Now though, let’s get that engine of yours purring huh?” His hand slips further up her thigh and he pretends to act shocked when his fingers graze across a damp spot, “Ah, you’re already all revved up aren’t you baby?”

Laura nods, her legs parting open, dress rising to her waist again. “Uh-huh, been waiting for you,” He tugs gently at a little patch of curls escaping from the legband of her underwear as he wriggles two fingers under the fabric, and she squirms,

“Ohh, you have been keeping that little motor running - just waiting for me to come and take it for a ride huh?” He rubs his knuckles over her burning, sticky, skin before reluctantly withdrawing his hand in order to shift himself up the bed, situating himself between her knees. He rapidly unbuckles and unzips himself, Little Elvis springing free, heavy belt buckle hanging down by his side, the weight pulling his trousers down further. Laura moans,

“God, El, wanna ride you - or you ride me, or god, I don’t know - whatever you were saying.” He laughs at her flustered expression and words, pushing her legs further apart and tugging her closer.

“Shit, gotta, gotta get these off,” It never fails to make her smile to herself the way he’s portrayed as some sort of sex-god, and then does something like forgets to take her panties off. She shimmies them off herself, minding she doesn’t kick him in the ribs while she pulls her leg up. They’re still hooked around one of her ankles when he impatiently pushes her leg back down, gripping her knees. Elvis pumps his fist down himself, tugging her closer, nudging himself at her folds. Laura stops him, reaching down to grasp at his glasses, he doesn’t help her but he also doesn’t stop her and soon he’s blinking slightly as his eyes are forced to adjust to even the slight difference of light in the dimness of the room. She chucks them to the side, smiling back in response to his, lifting her hips a little and hooking her feet behind him - as if to remind him what he had been about to do. He looks to the side, grabbing a pillow from beside her head, shoving it under her hips.

“You ready baby?” She nods, and he grins suddenly boyish, “Gotta pump that lil empty engine full of gas now.” She shakes her head even as she giggles, kicking him just the teeniest bit. “Ow! Watch it!” He laughs.

“Elvis -I swear if you make a ‘you’ve got gas’ joke now I’m getting up and walking out of here.” He loses his balance at that, practically collapsing on top of her as he laughs hard enough that he’s shaking the mattress.

“Don’t you mean drive -” He sets himself off again, “Don’t - don’t you mean you’re gonna pull out,” he chortles, “p-pull out and drive away?”

“You silly, silly, man.” She can feel him twitching against her upper thigh, his laughter tickling her neck where he’s tucked his head down, his hot puffs of breath causing her skin to pebble. “Or is that race-car driver?” He heaves a last breath of laughter and presses a kiss against her collarbone before pulling himself back up.

“Lady and Gentleman, start your engines.” He slides his fingers against her, and Laura quite literally can’t open her legs any wider, shifting her hips up as she tries to ignore his joke,

“C’mon El, please, I need you.” He strokes her side, shoving the hem of her dress even further up.

“I got you, don’t worry, I got you baby.” Elvis mutters, sinking into her, mouth instantly falling open, as he’s enveloped in her wet heat. She takes a deep breath in as she adjusts to him and he stills for a second, waiting until she nods before starting to move his hips.

It’s quick and dirty, clutching at her waist and slamming her against him, moving a hand to paw at her clit and Laura is almost embarrassed at how quickly she finds herself on the edge. Elvis is whispering compliments, sucking his cheeks in in that way he does, unable to stop his lips and cheeks twitching between speech and it quickly gets to be almost too much, watching the sweat start to form on his forehead, the fact that he’s still fully clothed - like he just couldn’t wait. His thumb rubbing her just right as he mutters,

“Oh baby, bet-better than a, than a - than a fucking corvette, god I love you.” and it sends her straight over the cliff.

Her eyes fall closed as she shudders through her orgasm, finding herself still trembling and being held up entirely by his grip on her hips even when her blood stops fizzing in her ears and she’s able to relax her tense muscles.

She opens her eyes just in time to watch him throw his head back, hair flopping with it, his lip curling as he grunts through his own orgasm, pulling out just in time to shoot across her thigh. If either of them had lasted longer than five minutes she’d be surprised. He collapses to the side of her, breathing hard, and it’s a couple minutes before either of them speak.

“Jeez Lor, remind me why you’re not coming back to Tennessee with me?” She gives him a wry smile,

“You know full well why.” Laura trails a finger down his cheek, jabbing it into him and squealing as Elvis playfully tries to bite it, “besides, you’re back in January aren’t you?” He nods,

“Yeah- yeah I think, think that’s what’s bein’ ‘rranged.” He pauses, “You’ll still be there won’t you? Still looking pretty with your little apron and tray ?” Laura grins,

“You never know - I might be promoted by then…I’ll be waiting on the rich and famous in the suites and just won’t have any time for you.” He nibbles down her finger, looking at her darkly,

“Yeah you will be. Waiting just on me.” She giggles, shaking her head, “Uh-huh, only me - gonna put in a special request.” He taps her nose with her own finger, his hand enveloping hers, “Just. For. Me.” She nods along with him, whispering back, unable to stop herself giggling,

“Yep! You and all the other rich and famous people.” He shakes his head, flopping back down to distract her with a kiss.

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imaginingaustin · 11 months

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austin and me || part two

summary: once your first trimester is up, you and austin are finally ready to start sharing your news. you and austin throw a dinner party with all your closest friends and family members.

“well, everything is looking great! your baby appears healthy, you’re doing well, and your labwork looks amazing. this officially marks the end of your first, and the beginning of your second trimester.” your doctor said to you, handing you your newest ultrasound photo. you and austin marveled at the image in your hands, still over the moon that you were having a baby. you thanked your doctor, collected your paperwork, and you and austin made your way home.

“ugh, im so tired.” you yawned, sinking into the couch. austin sat next to you, handing you a glass of water.

“how are you feeling otherwise?” he asked.

“good, mostly. i haven't had too many symptoms. im not looking forward to the back and feet pain once baby starts growing.” you said, placing your hand on your stomach. "so," you smiled up at him. “are we ready to share the news?” you asked him.

“i am if you are.” he said, smiling down at you. you nodded at him, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips.

over the next week or so, you and austin had planned a beautiful dinner party, inviting some of the most important people in your life. as you were getting ready, austin was already in host mode, setting up the most perfect layout of all the food you had.

you dressed in a loose fitting maxi dress, hiding your bump as well as you could. you didn’t want people seeing your belly until you announced the news. once you were dressed, you met with austin back in the living room as he finished setting out the cutlery and plates.

as your guests began arriving, you catered to them well, offering drinks and snacks until it was time for dinner. the night ended up being perfect, everyone was having a wonderful time with each other. you stood back in the kitchen, taking it all in. baz luhrmann and his wife catherine, riley keough, her husband ben, and their daughter, lisa marie’s twins harper and finley, priscilla presley, jerry schilling, austin’s sister ashley and her husband, your family. these people meant the world to you, and you couldn’t wait to let them in on your secret.

once dinner was served, you all moved to the dining room table. conversation quickly ensued as everyone began eating. after your meal, you served dessert, and you and austin took the opportunity to finally share your news.

“i’d like to say a few words,” austin began as everyone’s attention fell on him. “i just want to thank everyone for spending the evening with y/n and i. along with our own families, everyone else has become such huge parts of our lives, you’re all family members at this point. you all mean so much to us, and it brings us great pleasure to be able to share some special news with you all.” austin turned to you and smiled. you stood from the table, flattening your dress over your stomach, revealing your bump.

“im pregnant!” you cheered, additional cheers erupting from the table around you. everyone was so excited with your news, they all immediately began showering you and austin with hugs and kisses. you and austin were at the head of the table, and everyone had formed sort of a line to speak with you both.

“oh, honey, im so happy for you!” riley said to you, pulling you into a hug. “you’re going to be a wonderful momma.”

“you’re gonna have to give me all your tips.” you said, laughing with her.

“i’ll be here with whatever you need.” she nodded, hugging you again.

“congratulations y/n!” harper began.

"we’ll be available to babysit whenever you need us.” finley finished, the both of them laughing.

“thank you, both. i know you two are going to be great aunts to our little one.” you said, hugging them.

you turned to austin, who was speaking to baz, and catherine moved to stand next to you.

“congratulations, sweetheart. getting to see you and austin grow into the beautiful couple you’ve become, i feel so lucky that i get to see you grow your family as well.” she said to you.

“thank you so much for everything. you and baz have taken such good care of us these last years, and we feel lucky that you’ve taken us under your wing. we love you and baz so much.” you said hugging her.

“we’re so proud of you both.” she said, pulling away and squeezing your arms.

“i hope you're ready to help me decorate the nursery.” you smiled at her.

"i already have ideas!” she smiled, hugging you again. baz moved to speak with you, expressing the same sentiment that catherine did. during austin’s filming of elvis, the four of you became very close. you spent a lot of time with baz and catherine as they and austin worked on the movie. it meant a lot that they were so proud of you, and it meant a lot to you that you all remained so close once the movie was done.

jerry schilling and austin became practically brothers throughout austin’s journey of discovering elvis. you felt it was as if jerry had his best friend back. they joked around and spoke with each other in the same way that jerry told you that he and elvis used to. you knew that this journey had been heavy for jerry, but you were glad that he had been so welcoming of austin. and you as well. he congratulated you both, and reminisced on memories of elvis and priscilla, when they found out she was pregnant, and when lisa marie was born.

“thank you for sharing. you always have the best stories.” you said, smiling up at him.

“thank you for allowing me into your lives. you two have become such wonderful friends, and i am so grateful to have new people to share these stories with.” jerry smiled back. he embraced you in a hug, as well as austin, before moving to mingle with other guests.

as everyone shared their congratulations and words of encouragement, people moved back to the living room to let their food digest before leaving, and you continued speaking with everyone as they came up to you. you stood listening while someone was talking to austin, and your gaze wandered to priscilla. she was hanging back from the crowd, still in her chair at the end of the table. it was almost as if she was nervous to speak to you, or anyone. she had zoned out and was staring down at the floor, and you moved over to her, pulling a chair closer into her side.

“cilla? are you okay?” you asked, rubbing her arm.

“hmm? oh yes, i’m fine. i’m just feeling painfully reminiscent." she began. "i remember being surrounded by all the same love when elvis and i announced my pregnancy with lisa marie. he was so excited when i told him he was gonna be a daddy.” she sighed. “i miss him a lot in situations like this.”

“oh, i’m sure you do.” you said softly, continuing to rub her arm. “but i don’t doubt that he’s here with us in moments like this. i like to think of him as sort of a protector over austin. and everyone here. he never truly left us. he’s always been here in memory and in spirit. he loved you so much.” you reassured her. she looked at you with faint tears in her eyes, but she had a soft smile on her face. her glance shifted behind you, and you turned to see austin smiling at the two of you.

“i’m so glad to have met both you and austin. you remind me a lot of elvis and i at that stage in our lives, getting married and starting our family. there were a lot of things that went wrong with us, but we never stopped loving and caring for each other. i know you two will have a better fate than we did, but i can’t help but see the two of us in you two.” she lamented.

“that makes me so happy to hear.” you said quietly, resting your head on her shoulder. she rested her head on yours, patting your thigh.

“you’re going to be a great mom, and austin’s going to be a great dad. you’re gonna have such a cute baby.” she assured you. “and i'll be so excited to meet them.”

“you’ll be the first one i introduce them to.” you laughed, and she giggled along with you.

the rest of the evening was very laxed as everyone was coming down from the excitement of the news. once everyone had left, and the dishes and left overs were put away, you and austin began getting ready for bed. you showered and changed into your pajamas, you walked out of the bathroom to see austin sitting in bed, smiling down at his phone.

“what are you smiling at?” you asked, climbing into bed next to him.

“this group photo that we took. everyone looks so happy.” austin smiled, showing you the picture. everyone had wide smiles, and you could feel through the photo the love and happiness that filled the room.

“tonight was perfect. i'm so glad everyone could come over. it meant a lot getting to share this night with everyone.” you said, handing austin his phone back.

“it was perfect. and im glad that we’re finally able to share our news. i can’t wait to tell the whole world that we’re having a baby.” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips. “i love you so much.”

“i love you more.” you said, kissing him again. you laid down in the pillows as austin moved to your belly. he began talking to your baby, wishing them good night and pressing a kiss to your stomach, just above your belly button. you smiled as he spoke, running your fingers through his hair.

you and austin were already so obsessed with your baby, and you knew that once they were here, you were going to love them a million times harder.

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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she’d like to cuddle up to me

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 )

rating: M, honestly y’all this is a lot of smut with a big plot. So minors, shoo shoo.

relationship: austin butler/reader, elvis/priscilla.

word count ( this part ): just shy of 6k. this is apparently war and peace. i don’t know. it’s eaten my brain.

warnings ( this part ): daddy kink, age difference ( austin is his normal age during the time frame of the fic, reader is almost a decade younger, no one is underage ), dom/sub, choking ( implied ), zipper riding ( not quite, but sort of ), oral ( f receiving ), public sex. multiple orgasms but maybe not quite overstimulation. close but not quite.

author notes: so. once again, you want a tag, message me, i’ll tag you. or leave a reply and tell me and i’ll add you. beyond that, thank you to my partner in crime with this fic @satninbeaulieu and anyone else who has put up with me talking about this. also, this will probably make it’s way to ao3 at some point, don’t know when. maybe this week. we’ll see, my schedule always looks at my plans and laughs. also i hate the ending line of this, but i removed a chunk of this to save for next chapter or something later on. this was already too long, y’all. and not betaread because i live on the wild side.

this is part of the you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue series. specifically it’s the second. the first part is here.

The first thing you do when you get home is stalk Austin or more accurately you looked at a few- no more than 10- gossip blogs to try and check the status of Austin's relationship to Vanessa. It should worry you that your reaction upon reading that they broke up a couple months ago is sheer relief. Yes, maybe once upon a time the idea of being with a guy in a relationship didn’t phase you but you learned your lesson like a good girl and knew that you were better than being the side chick. You also knew that most of the time when you were the side chick it was because the guy was an asshole, but truth be told that was honestly most men. Maybe including Austin, but your mind hadn’t quite decided on him beyond being mildly mortified at what happened.

You had expected to hear something from Baz sooner rather than later but it took a full week before you got the call with him telling you that you had gotten the part.You put the phone on mute before letting out a shout of victory before unmuting it again and telling him thank you as he told you he planned on the first table read being about a week from now. Thankfully you hadn’t made any plans, so it was no real problem. The call ended without too much fanfare beyond your initial excitement and within about 5 minutes your phone dinged with an email containing the script. If you happened to dance while printing it out in your apartment no one could judge you.

The week long lead up to the table read had you trying to make arrangements to stay in Australia for the foreseeable future instead of your New York apartment. In between calls to iron out all your tiny details of getting most of your life transferred clear across the world you’d read the script. Everyone knew how Elvis’ story went so it’s not like anything in it was too new to you but you still found yourself enraptured enough that you audibly gasped while on the phone with someone causing them to have to ask if you were alright. Not your proudest moment.

Soon enough though you found yourself on a plane to Australia and in a car heading to the studio. You weren’t nervous before but the closer you got to the studio the more you felt your brain buzzing and your foot becoming jittery, tapping to an unknown rhythm. You took deep breaths, trying to steady yourself as you toyed with your ring. There was no need to be nervous. You had impressed Baz, you were a phenomenal actress. So what if Austin was going to be there and he had known you were going to be there before you did. So what? It was fine, it was going to be fine.

“That’s Cilla. That’s my Priscilla.” You bit your lip remembering hearing that through the door before- you weren’t going to think about that, you were not going to think about being on your knees in front of him, being on your knees with his cock in your mouth. You most certainly were not going to think about how you might have thought about it more than once since then.

This was going to be a problem, you already knew it which is what has you groaning into your hands as your uber driver pulls up to the studio to drop you off. “You going to be okay, ma’am?”

You look at him for a second before answering, moving your hand from your mouth. “Yeah, I’m going to be fine. I’ll tip you in the app, I totally don’t have any cash on me. Sorry.”

The driver shrugs. “It’s alright, you’re not in the US, not required but thank you.”

You hum as you exit the car and grab your bag, pulling down your dress as you did. The walk into the studio felt longer than you’d have liked it to, but you figure that was just because of your outfit and nervousness all balled into one tiny bit of stress for you. You’re early to the read and you’re expecting to have no one in the room when you arrive only to hear the one voice you were mildly dreading hearing.

“Y/N.” Austin says softly and a little breathlessly when he looks up at the noise of the door opening. Your heart skips a beat when you look up to see what he looks like. It’s not a Boho Elvis look this time. No, instead he went with something more put together, a simple white shirt half unbuttoned and black jacket with black slacks. Of course, the headband on his head and the glasses made it seem a little more soft, a little warmer and more gentle than it had any right to be. Truth be told, it had the tension leaving your body the longer you looked at him.

“Austin.” You smile slightly before giving him a little wave and tilting your head. “You’re here early.”

He laughs. “Yeah, if you ever meet Denzel Washington- promise, not trying to name drop, Dove- but if you ever meet him he’ll tell you it's a thing I do because I did it during Iceman Cometh. Started when my mom would drive me to auditions and now that I can drive myself around or call an Uber, it’s just stuck. Allows me to meditate on things. Focus myself.”

For not the first time since you did the chemistry read, you’re struck by how your brain just finds Austin fascinating. You have had one view of him and here he was turning it on its head- turning you on your head. It’s strange but you feel as if you might have found a fellow actor who might understand how you are. It’s method acting, but it’s not, it’s just allowing yourself to fall into a role and allow yourself to be in the moment as this person. And while you were running late according to your own time table, Austin and you were the only people there for the read. Even if you hadn't been on your knees for him not even two weeks prior, you’d have found his dedication a little attractive.

“I get it, Austin.” You twirl your dove ring as you speak. “I do the same thing. Though I’m normally the first person in the room. Didn’t know I’d have competition. Especially since I wanted the seat you’re sitting in.”

“You could sit next to me.” He pats the seat next to him with a grin as his voice pitches down just a bit. “Gotta have my best girl by my side. My ‘Cilla.”

You don’t normally laugh very easily but the sincerity in his voice makes you chuckle as you walk to take the seat next to him. “Your ‘Cilla. Guess that makes you my Elvis.” You pause and sit down, making sure your dress doesn’t ride up as you do. “My King?”

Austin’s eyes are focused on your thighs and your ass when you sit down and you notice but you choose not to comment just yet. He might have been able to be a dom but that look- no self respecting dom looks at you like that when you can make fun of it. He bites his lip and shakes his head. “Elvis hated that name, you know. Felt there was only one king and it wasn’t him. I have to agree with hating the name but that’s mostly because that’s not what I want you calling me.”

You raise an eyebrow at Austin, as you hear the door open another person coming in whose name you feel like you need to know but you haven’t met everyone yet so you suppose it can be forgiven. Your response is softer, more murmured so that they couldn’t hear you. “What is that supposed to mean? Do you have something else in mind, Mr. Butler?”

You’re teasing and you know it. You’re being a brat and you know it. You are suddenly aware that you have no underwear because you forgot it in your rush to get out of your apartment early. You feel faintly like an idiot with this knowledge but your face does not betray any of these things, instead choosing to remain blank, looking at the door as another newcomer comes in. For his part Austin’s only reaction is a slow inhale and exhale before he speaks. “Well it’s not Mr. Butler if that’s what you think. Something that starts with a d.”

The first response that comes to you is dick followed closely by dumbass and then Daddy. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you decide to throw him a bone. “Dumbass? Duke? Daddy?”

At the last word, his arm migrates to the back of your chair and he pulls you in a little closer. “Third time’s the charm little dove.Though, dumbass? I’m hurt.”

Despite your better judgment you shift a little closer to Austin, scooting your chair over just a hair. “That’s the least offensive name I could call you, Butler. It’s also true if you think I’m calling you Daddy. Remember, we had this conversation the last time. Was my blowjob that good that you forgot everything before it maybe a little after it?”

There’s supposed to be an undercurrent to your words, a teasing edge that you’re hoping he picks up on and doesn’t take the wrong way. It’s fun talking to him like this, teasing him as more people are walking in the door. You’re pretty sure they’re saving you from Austin or you doing something stupid. You glance at Austin through the corner of your eye only to see his pursed lips and a deeply unimpressed look at you. Your brain is wondering how you could have misread him when you recognize that look, that look means you're in a lot of trouble. You find that it's a little exciting.

"Did you forget that you called me daddy multiple times already, little dove? For someone who keeps saying they don't want to call me that, it rolls off your tongue beautifully." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Say it with me, 'Daddy, I'm sorry I came just from sucking you off and didn't listen when you said not to touch last time. I can be good, Daddy.':

You shiver as your shoulder moves up in an attempt to push Austin away from your ear. Your legs open up just a hair under your dress and you had hoped Austin wouldn’t notice before you heard what sounds like a slight pleased hum. This was unfair. You wanted the upper hand, you should have the upper hand because he’s still just begging you to call him Daddy and you won’t. You hear the door open again and hear Baz’s voice amongst what feels like twenty others and you realize that thank God it’s everyone else. You have an excuse to shoot down Austin. “Say it with me, Daddy. You’re not my dom and you’re not my Daddy, so if I wanted to come just from sucking you off I can. No permission needed. Besides, you weren’t about to give me what I wanted. Someone had to.”

Austin’s eyes narrow and he actually pulls away to allow himself to look at you straight on, his hand moving up like he’s going to grab your chin before stopping himself as he hears Baz say his name.

“There’s my leads! Our Elvis and Priscilla, everyone!” Austin and you tear your gazes from each other and offer almost identical shy waves to everyone.

Everyone introduces themselves around the table and you all settle in for the table read. Your foot’s started to jiggle again under the table, occasionally hitting your chair and occasionally hitting Austin’s chair. You don’t mean to, but you’re more nervous than you have been in quite a long time. In fact, you’re pretty sure the last time you were this nervous was your first big acting job. It’s embarrassing because you all haven’t even gotten to your first line and there was Austin next to you acting completely normal. Except you can see how the hand that’s closest to your leg, the one that’s on the side of the chair is shaking just a little bit. Maybe you weren’t the only one who was nervous. Hell, at least Austin had a better standing than you did, he was responsible for this movie doing well, he was going to be The Elvis Presley. Yes, you were Priscilla Presley but without him, without him nailing Elvis correctly the rest of you could be perfect and you lose the film.

The longer you stare at his shaking hand the worse your shaking foot gets to the point where you end up kicking Austin’s shin. It’s not during one of his lines but he still ends up hissing and gaining the attention of everyone else.

He waves them off with his steady hand. “It’s fine, hit my shin on the chair.” And that’s that until he looks at you again with a questioning look. His hand is still shaking and you finally give into a desire to just grab it- to hold it in your own. He doesn’t stop you, instead allowing you to squeeze his hand and you swear you can feel the tension leaving his body. Leaving his hand at the very least and he looks- well he looks relieved. You stare at your hand holding his for longer than you probably should before he takes the time to shift the position a little, interlocking your fingers and setting them down on the side of the chair. He doesn’t let go and neither do you until it’s time for Priscilla and Elvis to meet. You pull your hand, knowing fully well that you end up using your hands when you read these lines no matter what and you aren’t about to stop now to attempt to reassure and comfort Austin. He doesn’t look like he minds, though, partially because he’s not supposed to as he reads the lines, but you can see that his reaction isn’t entirely just Elvis talking to Priscilla, it’s him watching you perform the same you had for the chemistry read.

Baz starts to explain about this montage he has planned right after this scene in the script and while it’s important for Tom to pay attention, it’s not explicitly important for the two of you right in the moment. It’s for that reason, you figure that Austin’s arm snakes around you once again, pulling your chair closer and making it so your legs are touching. You curl a little into him as much as you can while still remaining in your own chair. You should be prepared to hear him speak but it still startles you hearing his voice murmuring in your ear once again.

“You didn’t ask me, Y/N. I don’t just take from people. I give back as much as they deserve. And I think you deserve a lot more than you let people give.” His hand moves to hold your knee. For the first time since you sat down and started this table read, your foot stops moving, stops shaking and you feel grounded. Oh no. This is a problem. This is a good thing but it is a problem you cannot entertain.

“What I deserve does not concern you, Austin. That was a one time thing. Consider it a sub helping a fellow sub. Switch. Whatever you are for whoever.” You pause, making sure to listen in on what Baz is saying. “Seriously, though, what are you? Because I've been reading you as a maybe a sub since you were-"

"Staring at you but not touching? Didn't realize appreciating the prettiest little dove I had seen that day made me a sub. What would have made me a dom? Flipping that short skirt you had up?" Austin asks, his hand still resting on your knee. "You've never had any of them pant after you, have you?"

You clench your thighs together, waiting to see what he's going to do with his hand. "Considering I like fucking men and not hound dogs, no, I can't say I have. Are you going to tell me you panted after Vanessa? Acted like her good little boy, pleasing Mami when she snapped her fingers?"

"Mmhmm. Open those legs for Daddy, Little Dove. Don't be this mouthy and that shy." He murmurs with a smirk as several people slowly come into the room. They’re not late, they just didn’t need to be here at the time. "Papi gave his little Nessa whatever she wanted. Even when she was mouthy just like you're being because at the end of the day she was a good girl." Your legs fall open just enough for him to sneak his hand up them. He pauses, his jaw tensing and eyes going just a bit wider as he moves his thumb in just a way that it brushes your clit and getting just enough of your juices on it to allow it to glisten when he pulls it out from under your skirt. He puts it up to his lip and licks. "You don't even realize what you do to Daddy, do you?"

You are aware of two things at this exact moment, one, you were wet which you hadn't quite realized before and two, you wanted Austin's hand between your legs right now. A fact that you swear you have just telepathically sent to him from how his hand just slinks back down to your thighs and then up to your core. He sticks just a single finger before you manage to speak.

"I don't. I'm thinking I make him so horny he can barely see straight but-" You take a deep breath and look down at his lap. "I may be wrong. I can’t really see anything in your pants. And you actually have a bit of a poker face right now.”

There is the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips before he curls his finger, looking over at everyone else. “All good doms should, Little Dove. But do you want to know? Does my good girl want to know what she’s doing to me?”

Your eyes flutter a little at the mention of being a good girl and at his curled finger, you hadn’t done anything to deserve that, you were being a brat and yet he was telling you that you were a good girl. Oh, you could get used to that. You manage a short breath. “Was I right, Austin? Was my guess right?”

"I mean, I can see straight but- I am turned on. I could still get up without too much of a problem. But yes, Little Dove, you guessed right. You did good on your guess." He has his thumb just rub circles around your clit, watching your face to see your reaction trying to see exactly what gets you going, adjusting his motions as he saw what did and didn't work. “Soaked and I’ve barely touched you, such a sensitive and needy Dove falling into my lap. It’s not even my birthdays.”

He doesn't move his hand or stop what he's doing when it comes time for him to continue reading the lines. You’re focusing on his voice and saying your lines when they pop up but you can feel your head getting fuzzy. It’s almost as if you’re floating and you intellectually know what that means, you know you’re sliding way too dangerously to your subspace but you’re not a hundred percent sure you can pull yourself back. Austin’s voice just keeps murmuring what you think are praises and you can feel his hand moving from under your dress and you almost make a noise before you feel his hand move to your back in an attempt to steady you. The feel of his hand pulls you back down a little, allowing you to blink slowly before looking at him. Baz is reading the description of the scene, you think it’s the beginning of the 68 special but you don’t know for sure. You can see Austin’s mouth moving, mouthing words and you open your mouth to say something before he shakes his head slightly.

“Little Dove, come back to Daddy. I know you want to come apart for me, I know and I want to see how gorgeous you look when you do, but Little Dove, we’re at the table read. We’re in public, you’re a professional, you don’t want to show them this. It’s not for them to see. It’s just for us. Be a good girl, be the good girl I know you are and wait, okay?” Austin whispers in your ear, the rings on his fingers pressing into your back, grounding you even further. You’re coming back down, you can focus on everyone else, you can focus on his voice. You’re a good girl, not a brat, Daddy is calling you a good girl. “Y/N?”

Austin is saying your name. You swallow, turning to focus on his eyes. “I can be a good girl, I can be your good Little Dove. Promise me we can later, Dad-” You stop suddenly, your mind crashing back to Earth in a heartbeat. Austin is not Daddy, you were about to call him Daddy. “Austin.” His name comes out in a puff of air as you freeze and just look around at everyone trying to make sure no one saw the two of you or at the very least saw how you were reacting.

“There you are, Y/N.” Austin smiles softly before he pulls his hand off of your back and grabs your hand with your dove ring, allowing himself to play with it a little. “You alright?”

You shake your head no, not trusting the word coming out of your mouth before you take a few shaky breaths. “Don’t do that again.”

His eyes narrow for a moment as he reads his lines, unable to respond beyond a quick squeeze of your hand. In fact it goes like that for a while until they reach where Austin is supposed to be singing Suspicious Minds while the Colonel essentially signs his life away. This isn’t rehearsal so it doesn’t matter if he sings or not which allows him to actually be able to squeeze your hand again, trying to get your attention.

“Your hands are huge, you know that?” You say offhandedly having a brief flash of an image of them against your throat before you hum. “What?”

“Did you mean to never do that again or just don’t do it right now?” He asks with a slight smile on his face at the comment about his hands. “I don’t want to- I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if you don’t like that. Or if you can't stand being in the space-"

You stop him with a very deliberate tap to the palm of his hand. Just one, but you know he knows what it means. You wait to see his shoulders relax before you answer fully with actual words. "Right now. I'm a professional. We are professionals."

It's definitely a bad idea to be entertaining this and you should tell him never again but honestly your curiosity had been piqued enough that you actually want to see where this is going to go to a point, it wouldn't be the first or the last time you've made an interesting decision that wasn't perhaps the wisest.

Austin looks pensive for a moment, as if he's having to repeat those words to himself or just remind himself like he hadn’t told you that exact line not even an hour ago. He opens his mouth to speak and stops, choosing to worry at his lower lip until he manages to, you suppose, collect his thoughts. “Professionals. About to embark on potentially career defining roles.”

You nod. “Yeah. So, not right now. This exact moment when I’ve got an actor and director we’ve grown up knowing and being deeply impressed with across the room from me. Well, maybe you weren’t impressed by Baz, but Moulin Rouge and Romeo + Juliet were my comfort movies as a teenager.”

“Not anymore?” He questions, allowing his shoulders to relax and allowing himself to lean back in the chair. He lets go of your hand and allows his arm to just drape itself across the back of your chair.

“Not anymore.” You lean back in your own chair, almost seeking out the warmth of his hand and arm as if you could feel it through the chair. “I grew up. I think the last time I watched it I was 17, 18, maybe?”

Austin just hums at your answer before focusing on the table read again, after all you are professionals. You choose that moment to grab his hand and pull it forward enough that his arm isn’t just around your chair and is instead is around your shoulders. You shiver slightly despite how warm you feel.

The rest of the read goes fine, you think, though you can’t help the way you actually sob reading Priscilla leaving Elvis and when she asks him to go to rehab for Lisa. You think she wanted him to go for her too, despite the fact that she had moved on from him as far as a relationship went. You don’t stop caring for someone you love like that and from what you’ve seen despite their relationship being what it was- she still loves him. Austin grabs you a tissue or two and you see him make an aborted move to tell you to blow your nose before he pulls back and hands you the tissues. Overall, you feel good, you feel like this is going to be the thing that catapults everyone who isn’t already a name into some form of stardom and it makes you grin as you clap with everyone around the table. You’re so enraptured with looking at everyone else that you nearly miss Austin tapping your shoulder as he stands up.

"You vape?" He asks, looking down at you in the chair with his hand firmly on your shoulder.

You don’t, but that’s not the point because when you look up and see Austin’s eyes, you note that the pupils look a little blown and– well you had said, not right now. Apparently he wasted no time in thinking not right now meant wait until the table read. There’s a thought to say no, to tell him that you’re going to go talk to Darce or Luke or Kelvin but your body decides to answer for you, shivering not because of the cold but because of his grip on your shoulder. “Sure.”

Austin doesn’t waste a single second before he’s reaching out for your hand and pulling you up out of the chair and tucking you under his arm as he leads you out of the room. You faintly hear what you’re pretty sure is a collection of every person in the room with maybe Luke or Kelvin being the loudest saying something about ‘there goes Elvis and Priscilla’ as you leave the room. You feel embarrassed for a brief moment before Austin kisses the top of your head almost in reassurance. You’re shorter than Austin and he is walking so fast to get out of the building that you’re not a hundred percent sure how you keep up with him but in what feels like a flash you’re outside by what you’re assuming is his car.

You’re about to say something about how the car is a little dusty when Austin just practically pushes you against the car, his mouth against yours as if he’s going to devour you and like he’ll die if he doesn’t feel your lips against his. It startles you for a moment with its intensity but after that moment you respond in kind, your tongue meeting his and your arms wrapping around his neck to try and force him to give you some leverage. He catches the hint pretty quick and you make a noise as you feel his hands on your thighs, lifting you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You don’t break the kiss, choosing to nip at his lips that you kept seeing him bite as he took a moment to suck at your tongue. It shouldn’t be hot, it’s messy and you can feel spit getting everywhere but you feel as if he’s setting you on fire with his lips. Soon you both need air though and you pull away first, whimpering a little as you do before resting your forehead against his, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath that you swear he’s stealing as he tries to catch his own. You hear a beep and somehow Austin is managing to open up the door to his car without dropping you.

“I gotta put you down Little Dove. I can’t get in the car holding you like this- just- Let me get in and-” He pauses, making sure you’re looking at him before he continues. “Sit on my face.”

Your brain almost immediately whites out at the idea before you drag yourself back to reality and nod. “Get in the car then, Austin.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his lanky frame easily sliding into the car and moving his seat back before you’re on him in a flash, lifting up your dress just enough that he can just see your cunt glistening in the daylight before he’s hidden by the fabric. His tongue licks a stripe up your slit before you feel his fingers opening you up just enough that his tongue can gain access to your cunt. You want to feel his lips around your clit but you’re finding the sensation of his tongue flicking in and out of your cunt enough that you find your hands reaching for the upholstery in his car, grasping it and trying not to scratch it. You still do the second you feel the electric shock of his teeth grazing your clit and- it’s then that you start to find yourself floating again. You should trust Austin to let you fall, you’re in public and you can see Baz Luhrmann’s goddamn car next to you, but your body won’t listen. Your brain is literally just shutting off at the feel of Austin’s fingers and of his tongue against your folds. You try and warn him that you’re coming embarrassingly quickly but all that comes out is a low moan of his name and daddy one right after the other.

He taps your thigh three times before you find that you have enough energy to move, your boots getting stuck on the center console before you settle into his lap, slowly moving just a little not quite grinding but still wanting a little bit of friction. Austin manages to pull his seat back up and stares at your lips before starting to kiss you again. It’s not nearly as rushed as it was outside the car but it’s still making that feeling of floating get worse and worse. You taste yourself on him and you realize this is the first time someone has eaten you out and then made out with you. It sends a thrill through your body and you find that you like it. You find that you like it enough that you start to grind on Austin’s lap and there’s a part of you that feels a weird bit of cold against your clit that you think is his zipper, but you don’t stop, instead choosing to just go with how it feels. A fact that you’re gonna ruminate on later, probably.

You hear Austin groaning lowly and what you swear is a growl before you feel his hands- his stupidly large hands- lifting you up off his lap and you whine. You’re out of it, fully spaced out and you can’t register anything beyond Daddy- Austin- this stupid dom who doesn’t look like one and doesn’t act like one and just slid under your radar, taking you off his lap. You try and squirm enough that you can go back to grinding but Austin’s hand slides up to the back of your neck and you hiss not unlike a kitten. “Baby. That’s enough. Come back here.” You blink, eyes unfocused and your mouth open as you try and take deep breaths. His hand moves from the back of your neck to your cheek and strokes it. “Hey, come on. Focus baby.”

It’s hard but your brain forces you to zone in on his face. “Daddy.”

He ends up smirking before shaking his head. “What’s my name, Little Dove. You’re gonna hate that you called me that.”

“Austin.” Your answer comes in a whisper as the shame overwhelms you for a moment, you’re in public, you’re spaced out on Austin’s lap. You had known you were a little desperate for touch like this but not- you didn’t realize you had gotten so bad. He smiles and your heart skips a beat. You don’t know if he smiled because you used his name or because you had done what you were supposed to. You’re not sure you care either way.

“Good girl. Listen, you’ve got to stop that. We’ve only got an hour for lunch, maybe an hour and ten since I vape. I can’t fuck you right now. Just calm down and let Daddy, let me kiss on you for a bit. We don’t want you rubbing yourself raw on my zipper.” He murmurs, moving to kiss at your neck.

Your head lulls a little to the side and your eyes are still a little glassy before you find the words to speak as you push his mouth away. He needs to hear what you want to say. Your eyes settle on his clothed cock as you nod before you notice that you’re pretty sure his pants have a wet spot that’s your own juices. “What if I want to? What if I want to rub-” You pause, you don’t, or at least you’re not sure if you want to rub yourself raw on his zipper. “You’ve already kissed on me, Austin. Probably too much. I should get out of the car.”

You have yet to see Austin be offended by anything, but that sentence, you saying probably too much has him looking so offended that your first instinct is to both apologize and ask what the hell was so wrong with what you said. He bites his lip once, twice, before saying anything. “Oh, Y/N, Little Dove, your daddy’s barely been kissing you. Who’s been taking such bad care of you that you don’t even see that? That you’re this needy. Let daddy make a deal with you?”

Your brain is processing more of the words he says faster and you find yourself pursing your lips as you nuzzle at his neck. “Depends.”

He chuckles and you can feel the vibrations against your lips. “There’s my Dove coming back down. Let Daddy kiss on you a bit more and you can ride his hand?”

“I- I don’t know if I can handle an hour of just your hand, but- sure- yeah.” You pause and focus on saying Austin’s name. “Austin.”

He smirks before he moves his hand down between your legs, his fingers curling earning a groan from you as your forehead hits the headrest behind him. “You can.”

As it turns out, you could, just barely.

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Of course, now I can’t stop thinking about where the remains of our Greek class would be today.

The trouble with this exercise is that we’re not sure how old they’d be, because we don’t really know when the events of The Secret History take place. Donna Tartt does a good job of giving us almost no chronological milestones to ground the book in a particular year. Richard is narrating from nine years after Bunny’s death: since TSH was published in 1992, that would put the story’s setting in 1983. But references to certain things in the book would suggest a later time. Richard goes to see a Vietnam War movie starring Charlie Sheen with the fictitious name of Fields of Shame: its real-life counterpart, Platoon, was released in December 1986. Later in the novel, we find mentions of compact discs and laptop computers, which would place the story in the late 1980s or even the early 1990s (part of me thinks that these were editor’s suggestions to make the book feel more up-to-date).

Since Donna Tartt attended Bennington from 1982 to 1986, she would have started her junior year in 1984. Richard transfers to Hampden at the start of his junior year, so I’m going to use that as my benchmark and say that the action of TSH takes place between the fall of 1984 and the spring of 1985. Francis is 21, so he would now be 58. Richard and the Macaulays would be 57.

Francis is the easy one, because Donna Tartt herself told us what became of him. In The Goldfinch, he makes a brief appearance as one of Hobie’s wealthy New York friends/clients. There’s no mention of “Mr. Abernathy” having a wife or children, so we can assume that Priscilla has been out of the picture for quite some time. Francis appears to have a reasonably good life, even if, as Theo Decker says, he seems to have “some ill-articulated scandal or disgrace in his past.” (Such a tease, that Donna Tartt!) This is what Francis was up to in 2013, at least---unless he got very sick or started a relationship with someone, there isn’t any reason to believe that he’d be doing anything different by now.

Richard, I think, predicted his own future when he was speculating about Henry’s: “I had always pictured Henry teaching Greek, in some forlorn but excellent college out in the Midwest.”

(I’ll briefly pause so we can all recover from the terrifying prospect of having Henry Winter as a college professor.)

Whew, okay. Moving on...

I can’t imagine that Richard would have stayed in California, not when he hated it so much. And yet, I can’t see him returning to New England, or anywhere in the Northeast: too many memories. The Midwest would be a perfect place for Richard to have landed...and for some inexplicable reason, I’m specifically thinking Wisconsin. Of course he’s a professor: his education hasn’t really trained him for anything except academia. But not Greek---English literature. He’s rumpled and tweedy and still rather boyishly good-looking. At least a quarter of his class has a crush on him. He may have been married at some point, but no longer. He doesn’t have any children.

I’m probably getting too Sebastian Flyte-ish with Charles, but I’m sorry to say that I think he’d be dead by now. I think he may have committed suicide, or just let himself decline so far into alcoholism and eventual drug addiction that it was basically a slow suicide. Or it may have been the sort of accident that plagues troubled people: a car wreck, a house fire, a bad fall down the stairs. But then again, you never know. If Charles somehow managed to pull himself back from the brink, I think he’d only have been able to do it with the help of some kind of religion---not because of his substance abuse issues, but because of his guilty conscience. I don’t see him getting deep into Christianity, though, maybe something like Buddhism. Perhaps he’s up in the Himalayas, with a shaved head and orange robes. And there we’ll leave him.

Camilla is a novelist. She would have needed to make money somehow, but I don’t see her doing blue-collar work or embarking on a corporate career (for which she would have had to go back to school, anyway). When we last saw her in TSH, she seemed to have committed herself to taking care of her grandmother and eking out a living on whatever was left of the family money (so Southern Gothic!). That would have given her ample time to write.

Funny thing is, I see her being financially successful but not the sort of writer who’s a darling of the critics or a household name (she doesn’t write under her own name at all). Maybe she’s had a career like Andrew Neiderman, who’s been writing as “V.C. Andrews” since the real Andrews died more than 30 years ago. Or maybe she reliably churns out cozy mysteries and romances, the kind that you buy at the drugstore, read at the beach, and then leave for someone else at the laundromat. This is by choice: Camilla doesn’t want to be famous. She wants to be comfortable, and left alone. She still owns the family home in Virginia, which she’s beautifully restored, although she doesn’t spend much time there. Mostly, she lives at the beach, where her well-appointed bungalow is peak Coastal Grandmother aesthetic.

She’s not a grandmother, though, or a mother, and has never been anyone’s wife. She is as solitary in her habits as she ever was...no, more so. She takes long walks on the beach, alone. She goes to mass every Sunday and holy day, but never receives Communion. She reads Greek in the evenings, listening to the waves roll in.

She has never stopped loving Henry.

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Vernon Presley's interview with Good Housekeeping, January 1978 (Part 3)

I want to emphasize that although he had to leave her often, Elvis was crazy about his little girl Lisa and she adored her daddy. When Lisa wasn't in school and he wasn't on the road, she'd come to Memphis and they'd play together in his home, Graceland, for hours.

A lot of people have asked about the girls who shared the ﬁnal years of Elvis' life. Of them all, I think Linda Thompson was the best for him. She was always with him, caring about him. And, though I don't know why they broke up, that may have been one of the reasons. Possibly Elvis felt that her love was beginning to choke him. Sheila Ryan was another ﬁne little girl. I don't know why she and Elvis quit seeing each other either, but I was surprised when she married someone else so soon after their breakup.

I never got to know Ginger Alden well. She's not much of a talker, but a while back Elvis told me he'd fallen in love with her. 'This is the love I've been searching for', he said. 'I want more children, a son. And I want Ginger to be my children's mother'. After that, Ginger and Elvis came over to show me her engagement ring. That was one of the few times I'd ever seen her smiling. I assumed they were going to get married, but nothing happenéd and Whenever I tried to talk to Elvis about Ginger, he'd seem upset.

Finally, just a day or so before he died, I told him, 'I keep hearing and reading that you're going to announce your engagement. Is that right? When are you going to get married?' 'Only God knows', Elvis said.

I got a feeling then that maybe he was changing his mind about marriage.

The papers have played up the fact that neither Priscilla nor Ginger was mentioned in Elvis' will. In answer to that, I want to point out that Ginger had already gotten her share of gifts from Elvis. As for Priscilla, she didn't expect to be mentioned, because Elvis had made his settlement with her when they were divorced.

Stories have misrepresented the details of Elvis' private life in every possible way.

Whatever his private life may have been, none of his employees, friends or associates ever went without anything they wanted or needed- - be it Cadillacs or diamond rings and furs for their wives. Elvis gave lavishly because it was his nature to be generous. He wanted to share his good fortune with everyone who was close to him. I remember a time not too long ago when I felt that he was carrying too big a crew, so I advised, 'You don't need all of them, especially some who just seem to be out for what they want'. Elvis stopped me cold, answering, 'You see their wants. I look beyond their wants and can see their needs.'

Though Elvis never went into hiding as erroneously reported, he did enjoy privacy, just like we all do-so he'd spend time in his room, reading or talking with one or two good friends.

I spent some of the happiest moments of my life sitting and talking with Elvis.

A few days before he died, Elvis and I talked at Graceland for ﬁve or six hours about all sorts of things until I ﬁnally said, 'Son, I have to go home now and get something to eat'.

'I know, Daddy', Elvis told me. 'But I want you to know that I've really enjoyed this'. So had I.

There are so many unanswered questions about Elvis' death for which I must ﬁnd answers. How long had he been lying there on the ﬂoor before his body was discovered? Why hadn't somebody at Graceland wondered where he was and if he was all right? These are two of the questions I want answered.

I know he hadn't been able to sleep the night before he died and had played racquetball at about four or ﬁve o'clock in the morning. Then what happened?

I want to know.

Joe Esposito, one of Elvis' crew, was with me in the office when he got a call from the house and told me he had to go up there right away. I continued with some work until the phone rang again and Patsy, our secretary, answered. 'It's Joe', she said. 'He sounds funny' I took the phone and Joe told me, 'Mr. Presley, come up fast. Elvis isn't breathing'. I haven't been well for some time now, so Patsy had to help me to the house. As soon as I saw Elvis, I knew immediately that he was gone.

The things that happened after that are hard to put into perspective. Some were so unbelievable and I was so grieved I could scarcely grasp what was going on. For instance, I didn't pay any attention to security. I never dreamed that one of Elvis' own cousins would take a picture of him in his casket and sell it to a sensational newspaper. Nor, when I met Caroline Kennedy, did I guess that she'd come to the funeral to do a story. In fact, when we were introduced, I didn't know who she was.

I was with my mother and sister when Priscilla came in with someone she introduced as Caroline Kennedy. I still thought of President Kennedy's daughter as a cute little girl, so I didn't identify the young lady until after she'd left me. Then I heard somebody say, 'That was President Kennedy's daughter', and I thought, 'She's going to think I'm crazy as hell not knowing who she Was'. So I went out and found her and told her that we were honored to have her there and that we welcomed her to Graceland A little bit later, Priscilla told me that Caroline wanted to see Elvis' trophy room. I said that I couldn't show it to her then, but that if she'd stay over until the day after the funeral, I'd do it. As far as I know, Caroline didn't stay. Because I was dazed with shock and misery, I didn't see or recognize some of the people at the funeral. Ann-Margret and I hugged each other and cried together, but I didn't even see her husband, Roger Smith, who was close by.

During Elvis' 22-year career, Colonel Parker handled the show business side of his life, while I tried to handle‘ Elvis' personal affairs. Now that he's gone, I shall continue to look after his affairs until all unﬁnished business has been attended to'. I may move into Graceland now because my mother and sister have lived there for years and need someone with them. Also, it may be easier for me to handle Elvis' un- ﬁnished business from Graceland than from my present house. We received permission from the city of Memphis to move Elvis' body to Graceland, where security is easier to maintain. I also brought Elvis' mother back home to be buried. If possible, Elvis' baby brother, Jesse, will be moved from Mississippi to lie beside them. Elvis sometimes talked about bringing his twin's body to Memphis and I may go ahead with his plan. To go back to what I said at the beginning of this story, I am more heartbroken than I can express over Elvis' death, yet I'm comforted by the sure knowledge that my son was a gift from God and his life was always in God's hands. From one point of view, I would have wished him to live forever, yet I know that his early death, like all of his life, was a part of God's plan. I thank God that He blessed me with such a son.

Vernon photographed on November 24, 1977 by Elvis' resting place at Graceland.

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Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - SA!!,, mentions of divorce - if any of these topics make you uncomfortable the scene involving SA will be outlined and please don’t feel the need to read it, please take care of yourself🩷

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 23

I still loved Matt greatly, but over the next few months I knew I would have to make a crucial decision regarding my destiny. I knew that I must take control of my life. I could not give up these new insights. There was a whole world out there and I had to find my own place in it.

I wished that there was some way for me to share my experience and growth with Matt. From my adolescence, he had fashioned me into the instrument of his will. I lovingly yielded to his influence, trying to satisfy his every desire. And now he wasn’t here.

Accustomed to living in dark rooms, hardly seeing the sun, depending on chemical aids for sleep and wakefulness, surrounded by bodyguards who distanced us from reality, I yearned for the more ordinary pleasures. I began to appreciate the simple things that I would have liked to share with Matt and hadn’t: walks in the park, a candlelight dinner for two, laughter.

Matt must have perceived my new restlessness. A couple of months later in Las Vegas, Amber, Nora Fike, Red’s wife Pat, and I were having dinner in the Italian restaurant at the Hilton between Matt’s shows. The maître d’ came to the table with a message that Matt wanted to see me upstairs in the suite. I remember thinking how unusual this was. Matt rarely went to the suite between shows.

SA SCENE

I went upstairs, filled with curiosity, and when I arrived in the suite I found Matt lying in bed, obviously waiting for me. He grabbed me and forcefully made love to me. It was uncomfortable and unlike any other time he’d ever made love to me before, and he explained, “This is how a real man makes love to his woman.” This was not the gentle, understanding man that I grew to love. He was under the influence, and with my personal growth and new realities he had become a stranger to me.

END OF SCENE

I wept in silence as Matt got up to dress for the show. In order for our marriage to survive, Matt would have had to take down all the artificial barriers restricting our life as a couple. There was too much room for doubt, too many unanswered questions for the mind to play upon. It was difficult for him to come to terms with his role as father and husband. And since neither of us had the ability to sit down and squarely face the issues jeopardizing the family, there seemed to be no hope.

What really hurt was that he was not sensitive to me as a woman and his attempt at a reconciliation had come too late; I had taken possession of my life.

That night I didn’t close my eyes at all, grieving over what I had to tell him. This was my one great love. Looking down at him I thought of all the times I’d traced my fingers over his lips, his nose, brushed my fingers through his hair, always while he slept. And now, I waited for him to wake up, waited for the right moment, if there ever could be one. At this point in our marriage we were so seldom together that I was having difficulty envisaging his reaction to my news; it had seemed so much easier to play it out in my imagination.

It was shortly after 2 p.m. I had already gotten up and started packing my things when Matt awoke fairly alert and asked, “Where are you going?”

“I have to go back.”

“So soon? It’s early. You usually don’t go back this early.”

“I know,” I agreed. “But I have to get back. I have things to do.” I hesitated. “But first I have to tell you something.” I stopped packing and looked at him. “This is probably the most difficult thing I’m ever going to have to say.” I took a long pause, hardly able to get the words out. “I’m leaving.”

Matt sat up and asked. “What do you mean, leaving?”

Never in the entire time of our marriage had I ever suggested walking out on him.

“I mean our marriage.”

“Are you out of your mind? You have everything any woman could want. You can’t mean that, Sattnin. Goddamn,” he said, his voice filled with anguish. “I don’t believe what I’m hearing. You mean I’ve been so blind that I didn’t know what’s going on? I’ve been so wrapped up I didn’t see this coming.”

“We’re living separate lives.”

Finally he asked, “Have I lost you to another man?”

“It’s not that you’ve lost me to another man, you’ve lost me to a life of my own. I’m finding myself for the first time.”

He looked up and stared at me in silence as I stood packing and snapped my suitcase shut. I tried to walk to the door but couldn’t stop myself from running back into his arms. We hugged, tears streaming down our faces. “I have to go,” I said. “If I stay now I’ll never leave.” I broke away, grabbed my suitcase, and headed for the door.

“y/nn,” Matt called. I stopped dead in my tracks. “Maybe another time, another place,” he said slowly.

“Maybe so,” I replied, looking back. “This just isn’t the time.”

And I walked out the door.

My trip to Boston was unexpected and brief and there was only one purpose—to get my belongings. I wanted to spend as little time as possible there. Graceland had been my home, and it was difficult saying goodbye to everyone. The staff, most of whom I’d hired, seemed to know without my telling them that I was leaving for good. No one said a word, but their tearful hugs spoke volumes.

I found Dodger in her room—now downstairs—and sat at her feet as she rocked in her chair. “Oh no,” she said, “don’t tell me that, Honey. You don’t mean it.” Then, realizing I did mean it, she hastened to ask, “You’re gonna call me, aren’t you, and keep in touch?”

“Yes, Dodger. I’ll always be there for you. I’ll come back and visit. We’ll talk just like we always have, and nothing will ever change.”

“You’re like my own,” Dodger said. “It’s not going to be the same here without you. Poor little things. I feel so sorry for both of you.”

Grandma wept as she tried to understand why two people who love each other should part. “I tried to tell him to spend more time with you—you and that baby.”

“It’s nobody’s fault, Grandma. It’s just life. We still love each other. We always will.”

“I believe you’ll get back together again, Hon.” She was wringing her hands. “God knows, you two young’uns love each other enough.”

There was a view of green pastures beyond Grandma’s window—Sun, the old barn, and all the memories that went along with the happiest time of our lives. Thank God it was a beautiful day; I always hated rainy days at Graceland—they reminded me of the lonely winters when he was gone.

In the warmth and sunshine outside, I strolled around the grounds, looking one last time at the front porch where Matt and I had sat on the steps, dreaming of a European trip that would have taken us back to Haptstrasse, where we’d met. Gazing over the lawns and the long circular driveway toward the Music Gates, where the fans always waited, I wondered if I’d ever return. I made my way back between the little craters left over from fireworks wars, and, in the garage, ran my hand over the shiny surface of a go-cart. I couldn’t believe it was over.

Like most couples breaking up, we went through a rough period before we finally accepted the fact that we were separating. We were divorced on October 9, 1973. Although Matt and I had continued to talk regularly, we hadn’t seen each other over the past few months, which had been a period of strain and tension as attorneys attempted to work out details. Eventually Matt and I resolved them ourselves. We were both sensitive enough and still caring enough of each other’s feelings to know that we wanted to avoid bitter accusations and futile attempts to assign blame. Our principal concern was Charlotte, whose custody we agreed would be mutually shared. We remained so close that Matt never bothered to pick up his copy of the divorce papers.

Accompanied by my sister Michelle, I waited in the courthouse in Santa Monica, California, for him to arrive, and when he did, I was shocked by his appearance. His hands and face were swollen and puffy and he was perspiring profusely.

With James and Michelle and our attorneys following, we went into the judge’s chambers. Matt and I sat before the judge and held hands as he put us through the formalities of the divorce proceedings. I hardly heard a word, I was bewildered by Matt’s physical condition and kept running my fingers back and forth across his swollen hands.

I wondered whether Matt’s new girlfriend, Linda Thompson, knew how much love and attention he needed. “Sattnin,” I whispered, “is she takin’ good care of you—watchin’ your weight and your diet, waits for you to fall asleep at night?”

Then the judge was finished. The dream I had had of a perfect union was over. The hope of an ideal marriage, which had consumed all my thoughts and energy since I was fourteen, had ended with the simple stroke of a pen.

As we walked out the courthouse Matt sang to me “I Will Always Love You”. I forever cherish that moment. Feeling a great sense of emptiness, I walked with Michelle to my car. Matt, his father, his attorney, and a few of the guys walked over to his limo. In passing I waved, he winked. The affinity we shared for each other would always be there. We continued to talk frequently, particularly about Charlotte, who we knew would be unhappy. We wanted her to know that she would not, in any way, be deprived of either of us. When we were together it was as if we’d never parted, exchanging loving kisses and sitting arm in arm with her in our laps, and, when we were apart, we never criticized each other.

She’d visit Matt often in both L.A. and Boston. He assured me that he would take good care of her, but his life-style was such that I could not help worrying. I’d call to check on her nearly every night she was away. It was 1 a.m. in Boston when I asked Matt, “Did Char have her bath, and is she in bed yet?”

“Yeah, she’s taken care of,” he said. “She’s in bed, fast asleep.”

Within minutes, Aunt Delta called me and complained that Charlotte wasn’t in bed and she couldn’t get her to take her bath. I talked to Charlotte, who said, “Well, Daddy wanted me to stay up.”

When I called Matt back, I said, “I thought you told me she was in bed.”

“Ah, let her stay up,” he said. “It’s no big deal.”

Her daddy handed everything over to her on the proverbial-silver platter, which created conflict when she’d come home and have to deal with reality. We had a running debate on how she was to be raised. “To hell with values,” Matt would say, joking. I knew that it was essential that Charlotte gain some perspective, but try to explain that to Matt Sturniolo.

As the months passed, Linda Thompson became his constant companion and was good for him, I felt. He began taking trips to Aspen and Hawaii, getting out more, because of Linda’s outgoing personality. When we spoke, he seemed to be in good spirits.

His movie career was at a standstill, and he focused on Vegas appearances and touring. Matt had trouble seeing himself “a forty year-old man still shaking to ‘Hound Dog.’” He had other ambitions. He once talked of producing, even directing, but he never took steps to pursue either.

Then came an offer. Barbra Streisand and Jon Peters approached him to star opposite Barbra in a remake of A Star Is Born. When Matt called me from Vegas, I got the impression he was going to do it. His energy and enthusiasm were electric. It was a film classic and he saw a chance to make a breakthrough into dramatic roles. He was confident he could play Norman Mayne.

“It looks like a sure thing,” he said. “Just the details have to be worked out.” But the project ran aground on those details. It was Jon Peters’s first movie. That he was to direct this film with no credits, no track record, presented a problem in Colonel William’s estimation. Another difficulty was the fact that Matt’s billing would be second to Barbra’ssomething the Colonel wouldn’t hear of. The project was rejected, leaving Matt despondent over the lost opportunity.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd. This material may be protected by copyright.

a/n - im sorry yall.. if you think this is bad wait till next chapter😬 (next chapters the last chapter im so sad i got attachments to this story) 🎀

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vintagepresley · 2 years

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THREE’S COMPANY

Pairing: Elvis & Priscilla x reader

Word Count: 4,070 words

Warnings: 18+ SOME SMUT Talks of cheating, some drama, cursing, oral (f receiving), masturbating, Elvis and his two way mirror, etc.

Author’s notes: Okay, so this fanfic is a little different and it is also a two parter, which be prepared for that one cause the smut will be FLITHY. But I thought this would different and fun, and interesting to write. Especially because I love Priscilla the bi panic I feel with her and Elvis, GOSH. But I hope that you enjoy this one. Part two will be coming SOON. spelling errors possible.

Part two!

You got me peepin’ you got me hidin’…

Priscilla and Elvis just had a huge fight about the usual rumors of Elvis being with other women on tour, so during the fight Elvis had stormed out of the house and just left to get away from her, their marriage was on the rocks, it’s been on the rocks for a while now, but neither one of them wanted to say it. Priscilla has tried everything to keep making it work, but she didn’t think it could at this point. She needed someone to talk to, her best friend, which was you. You’ve known each other for years now after meeting Priscilla out in California back in the 60’s and the two of you grew close to one another and began to tell each other everything. Well... Almost everything. You cared about Priscilla deeply, but not in a way a friend or sister does, your feelings for her were deeper than that, but you wouldn’t dare tell her, and once you began to hang out with her and Elvis more and getting to know him more, you began to develop feelings for him as well. You always thought the two of them were beautiful, you hated the feelings you had for them both, but you never missed a chance to hang out with them whenever Elvis invited you. He too enjoyed your company; he even bought you a house in Memphis so that Priscilla could always have someone around when he wasn’t. But he couldn’t deny that you were beautiful, he sometimes poked fun at how you dressed because sometimes you reminded him of a hippie, but even so he secretly wanted you around as well, and sometimes he gave you a few glances when he thought Priscilla wasn’t looking, but it never bothered her because she knew Elvis wouldn’t do that with her best friend. Elvis also knew something a was bit different with you, it was the 70’s and people were doing what they wanted and experimenting, but it wasn’t exactly out in the open. But Elvis always watched you around Priscilla and he just knew.

So, once Elvis had his dramatic exit from Graceland Priscilla called you up on the phone right after upset and overwhelmed as she held the phone up to her ear, listening to the trilling sound of the phone, hoping that you were home. She heard the phone click and she smiled with a sense of relief. “Hello?” you asked softly. “N/A?” she said in anxious tone. You could instantly hear there was something wrong just from the tone of her voice. “Cilla? What’s the matter?” you asked concerned. She signed softly because she felt like a broken record complaining about the same thing. “It’s Elvis and the usual rumors on tour, he got angry with me, and we had a huge fight about it and then he stormed out of the house and left.” She said almost on the verge of tears. “Oh, Cilla… Are you even surprised at this point anymore?” you said a bit annoyed. But not annoyed at her, but at the fact that Elvis doesn’t even try to hide what he does at this point. She got quiet on the other end of the line. “I-I guess I shouldn’t be. But I don’t know what to do anymore. Can you just come over? He probably won’t be back until tomorrow. God knows where he ran off too, I could use my best friend right now. Pleaseeeee.” She laughed softly trying to put herself in better spirits. “Okay, okay, I’ll be over in 10 minutes.” You sighed dramatically with a laugh. Priscilla smiled, “Thank you, see ya in 10!” she said before hanging up the phone.

You shook your head with a smile as you hung up as well and then got up and looked in the mirror deciding if you should change your clothes or not, but you shook your head reminding yourself that Priscilla is just your friend despite your feelings for her. Doubt she even thinks of me in that way. You decided to just go in what you were already wearing, which was a pair of bellbottoms, and a white flowy long-sleeved to that was cropped slightly, showing a bit of your abdomen, paired with a pair of black boots. As you grabbed your keys and your purse, you stopped in the mirror that hung by the front door and fixing your hair a bit before giving yourself another glance before heading out of your house, you approached the car, getting inside and began the short little drive to Graceland, a house that no matter how many times you’ve visited always seemed to amaze you.

Meanwhile as Priscilla waited for you to arrive, she fixed herself up to make it look as if hadn’t been crying and fixing her hair, touching up her make up. Sometimes Elvis would bring you up to her voicing his “concerns” about you and how you look at her, she always just laughed it off. But Priscilla wasn’t an idiot. She knew and honestly, she didn’t mind because sometimes the way you looked her made her feel beautiful, because she wasn’t getting those looks from Elvis anymore. Thinking about that made Priscilla smirk to herself a bit, she wasn’t a stranger to being a bit intimate with a woman, when Elvis was obsessed with his camera when he first got it, he would record her and sometimes her and other women, having them kiss and touch each other as he watched, but that would be about it. It never led to sex. She suddenly got this crazy idea in her head and thought if he gets to have fun, then so can I.

When you pulled up to the gates of Graceland they began to open, Priscilla had let one of the staff know that you were coming for a visit, as you drove up the drive way, and parked your car in front of the house, Priscilla heard a car door shut and made her way downstairs to meet you at the door, as soon as you approached she was already opening the door with a smile. “Finally!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around you in a hug. You laughed softly embracing her. “You’re such drama.” You teased as you both pulled away and she led you into the house, closing the door behind you. She seemed to be in better spirits now, you smiled as you watched her, she looked beautiful as always dressed in one of her usual dresses that clung to her a bit tight, her hair down and curly. How could Elvis ever cheat on her?? She was leading you into the living room now, where she had two glasses of wine set out for the two of you and she sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside her. You walked over and sat down, sitting your purse beside you. “You seem to be doing better since we talked 10 minutes.” You said as you raised an eyebrow at her. “Well... I had a moment to think, and you were right, I shouldn’t be surprised by what Elvis does.” She said with a shrug, reaching for her glass of wine and taking a sip. You nodded slowly shrugging as well, this was typical for the two of them, Elvis would be back and apologizing and she’d forgive him. So, you tried to never say too much about it. You adored them both and hated to take sides, you grabbed your glass and began to drink your wine as well.

You watched as she finished the first glass of wine and then went and poured another, it was not like her at all especially because Elvis never liked for her or anyone to really drink and he could come back at any minute. You took a few more sips of your own and sat it back down on the table, your hands resting on your lap. Things felt different with her today, something was off about it, and it wasn’t just the Elvis thing. “Are you sure you’re okay, Cilla?” you asked. “Of course, I am. Stop worry, N/a.” she smiled. She drank down her second glass, she was preparing herself for what she was about to do. If she even had it in her to do it. She got up from the couch now with a smile. “Come upstairs with me?” she asked. You furrowed your brow a bit at her request. You’ve never been upstairs to Elvis’ bedroom, their bedroom except for one time when they gave you a tour of the house years ago. “Uh, why?” you questioned. She rolled her eyes with smile, and she reached over to grab a hold of your wrist, tugging at you gently. “Just come on…” she hummed. You got up from where you were sitting now as she was pulling you with her toward the stairs and now you both were making your way up. You worried now more than ever that Elvis would be home, you knew he suspected you to have a small crush on Priscilla and you didn’t know how he’d react if he caught you two alone, upstairs, in his room.

As you reached the top of the stairs you pulled your hand away from her now, “Cilla, what’s going on?” you asked sternly now. She opened the bedroom door, rolling her eyes a bit. “Stop asking questions…” she said softly with a smile and grabbing your hand to pull you into the room now and shutting the door behind the two of you and then she turned back around to face you. You looked around the dark room that was a bit different now than what you remembered, darker than before and you noticed the three tv sets that were added to the room which you thought was a bit odd and then you noticed a big mirror that sat across the bed and it was a bit odd looking and then you turned your attention back to Priscilla who was staring at you now with look you’ve never seen before the silence between the two of you was deafening. Before you knew it she was walking close toward you now with a bit of hesitation, your brow furrowed trying to figure out what was going on and now she was real close, her body pressing up against your own, you took a deep breath now, you both staring at each other now. “Priscilla… W-What are you do-“before you could even finish your sentence her lips were against yours and your eyes widen a bit, confused but also enjoying this, that you got caught up in the moment and returned her kiss and now her arms were wrapping around your waist as your hands around hers as you kissed deeply, something you also wanted to do was suddenly happening, could this even be real? But then you realized what was happening and pulled from her with a confused look on your face, “What are you doing?! Are you crazy? Elvis could come home any minute!” you whispered so the house staff couldn’t hear. Priscilla a bit taken aback by your reaction and becoming flustered by how embarrassed she was now. “I thought... Do you not have feelings for me??” she asked.

Now you were even more shocked than before, how did she know that? Did Elvis say something? “I-I… I do.” You said hesitantly. “But we can’t do this… If Elvis caught us, he’d be furious.” You said. She was stepping closer to you again, her hands reaching up to cup your face as her face got close to yours, shaking her head. “I don’t care… He gets to have fun... Why can’t I? I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’ve made Elvis jealous sometimes. I’ve always been curious what it would be like…” she whispered. You were staring into her beautiful blue eyes now, biting down on your bottom lip a bit flustered that she noticed. You didn’t know what to say and now she was kissing you again, you couldn’t help but return each kiss she placed on your lips. “Elvis won’t be back any time soon…” she cooed. You let out a soft “Mmm” against her lips, wrapping your arms back around her small waist and pulling her against your body, and she smiled as her hands found their way back to your waist, you both giggled softly as you began to kiss each other again now a bit more passionately. You knew this was wrong, but she was right Elvis did get to have his fun, but you also thought about doing this for so long that you didn’t care about what he thought now, especially because she’s known this entire time. Your hands were slowly running up and down the curves of her body that was etched out so perfectly in her dress.

Now she was gripping your waist with her hands, and she gently pushed you back against the bed, you took another slow deep breath now realizing that you both were about to do this in the bed they shared. She sat beside you now, her hand resting against your right thigh, and she leaned toward you pressing light kisses against your cheek as she whispered, “I’ve never actually had sex with a woman before, so…” she blushed. You nodded slowly, turning your head a bit to face her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, brushing some of her curly hair out her face. “It’s okay...” you whispered back. She now scooted back against the bed kicking off her shoes and laying on her back as she bit down on her bottom, staring at you, you followed behind her, kicking off your boots and getting up now and climbing into the bed, hovering above her for a moment before lying beside her and turning over to your left side to face and now she turned onto her ride side facing you, you embraced each other again slowly, your bodies slowly rubbing up against each other, your lips capturing hers in a kiss again, the kiss deepening slowly as you made out, your hand finding its way beneath her dress, caressing her thighs gently, you could feel her shivering from your very touch.

You smirked against her lips, grazing your teeth gently against her bottom lip as your hand found its way to her ass and giving it a gently squeeze, she let out a soft whine, she was so desperate to be touched more that she pressed up against you more, she clearly wasn’t getting this kind of affection from Elvis as of lately and she was craving it. You pulled your hand from beneath her dressed and reached around towards her back and finding the zipper, slowly unzipping her dress and carefully removing it off of her, she maneuvered herself a bit to help you and once the dress was off, you tossed it to the floor, she was now lying there in just her bra and panties, a matching black lace set and you licked your lips slowly at the sight of her and how beautiful she looked, running your hand slowly and gently along her thigh, hips, and waist as you admired her. She grinned a bit at your reaction and now she was unbuckling your belt and trying to get your bellbottoms off and you laid back and lifted your hips to remove your pants, kicking them off and then tossing them to the floor with her dress and then you removed your shirt as well, throwing it with the rest of the close, you were really one to wear bras, it was the hippie in you, so laid there in just your white lace panties, you watched now as Priscilla had her turn to admire you and your body, she bit down on her bottom lip, running her hand along your abdomen and up to your breasts, running her hands along them slowly, a small giggle escaping her and then she pulled her hand away and sat up a bit, removing her own bra and tossing to the floor and she laid back on her side, pressing herself up against you once again, her hand around your waist and yours around hers as you held each other as close as possible, each of your breasts rubbing up against one another’s as you slowly began to grind up against one another, kissing a bit more sloppily now, her tongue slipping past your lips and swirling around yours, small noises escaping you both as each of your hands explored each other’s bodies, writhing around in the bed together now, completely oblivious to the outside world.

Elvis had now decided that he was going to come back home after having some time to think things over, knowing he over reacted and he wanted to apologize, so he drove back home, once he eventually got back he noticed your car was there, which wasn’t a surprise for him he figured Priscilla called you right after the fight, he headed inside now, closing the door behind him and looking around a bit when he didn’t hear your voices, he walked toward the living room, seeing glasses of wine and your purse but no sign of the two of you. So, he walked out toward the backyard, still no sign of the two of you, he confused and figured the two of you were up to your usual antics, he was hoping to apologize, but shrugged and headed upstairs, the closer he got to his bedroom he could hear noises coming from it, he made a face and he pressed his ear up against the door gently, he could hear Priscilla moaning, but not only that he recognized the other voice which was yours and he mouthed, “What the fuck?” to himself quietly. He didn’t know what was going on or how he should feel. But he wanted to know what was going on in his room. So, he decided to head down the hall that led into another entrance to his room, but he stopped and opened a door that led to the mirror that faced the bed in his room, Priscilla hadn’t known this, but he had installed a two way mirror some time ago when he was heavily into his video recordings and just liked to watch sometimes from another room.

Once he was in the hidden room, he was in complete shock at what he was seeing, the two of you naked in his bed, you were now hovering over Priscilla and pressing small kisses along her neck and down to her chest, your lips grazing up against his right nipple, your hands running up and down her sides, her head tilted back as she let out soft moans from your very touch. He was completely baffled, but not surprised at you at all. “I fucking knew it.” He mumbled, but part of him couldn’t even be mad, if it were a man, he’d be furious right now. But he was attracted to you, and these were the kind of things he enjoyed, watching two women together. He could already feel the tightness in his pants growing, watching the two of you together was already making him hard, he couldn’t stop watching now, his right hand finding its way down toward his pants, rubbing it slowly up against the fabric of his jeans, he let out a soft groan as he continued to watch.

Now you were kissing along Priscilla’s abdomen, staring up at her as you did, she was already breathing so heavy and squirming at your gentle touch, she could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs as she watched you slowly move between her legs, your hands rubbing her thighs and kissing the inside of them, she shivered beneath your touch, your hands moving up to brush your fingertips against the fabric of her panties, a part of you still couldn’t believe this was happening, you hooked your fingers between the hem of her panties and slowly slid them down her legs, removing them off of her and tossing them to the floor, your hands moving back against her thighs and spreading her legs wide open, she began to blush because no one else has seen her this vulnerable but Elvis. You bit down on your bottom lip at the sight of her wet pussy, and you couldn’t help but smile because you were the reason for it. Meanwhile behind the mirror Elvis had his hand in his pants at this point, stroking his cock slowly soft groans escaping his lips, he was a bit jealous that the both of you decided to do this and didn’t think to include him, especially Priscilla knowing he loved this kind of thing.

Your arms were around Priscilla’s thighs and your hands on her tiny waist, scooting her forward, kissing slowly along her panty line, she was so anxious and excited because she never realized how much she loved this, how different it made her feel, she watched you closely, biting at her thumb nervously as she mumbled softly, “Stop teasing me, N/a…” you smirked at her words and nodded slowly, your face now buried between her legs, your tongue dragging slowly between her wet folds, finding its way to her clit and slowly your tongue around it slowly, lapping up every bit of her wetness and continuing to play with her sensitive clit, she let out a soft whimpering moan, her hands tangling in your hair, her thighs slightly wrapping around you as you ate her out. Elvis was so turned on now that he couldn’t bare it anymore, he pulled his hands out of his pants, buttoning them back up even though his boner was obvious as ever, he got up now and left the little room as he grumbled softly under his breath, “Fuck it..” and he walked back down the hall and to the main door of his room and he swung the door open, the sound of it scaring the both of you that you quickly pulled yourself from between her legs, you both screaming a bit as looked over to see Elvis standing in the door way, both of you scrambling to cover yourselves up with the blankets. You were in shock, scared to be honest. You weren’t sure what he was about to do, or how he was about to react. Priscilla in a state of shock from being caught. “Elvis….” She said softly. “E-Elvis… We…. I-I can explain…” you say nervously.

He stood there with a smirk on his face as he stared at the two of you. “Oh, explain what? That the two of ya could do this and not include me?” he said playfully. You were a bit confused about what he just said, honestly this whole day has had you fucking confused between Priscilla and now him being weird, you then glanced down at his pants and saw he was hard, his cock practically screaming to be let out of his pants and then your eyes looked back up at him as he slowly walked into the room now, shutting the door behind him. “Cilla, if ya wanted to make things interesting in the bedroom again, you should’ve just said that, darlin’..” he smirked. She rolled her eyes because she knew his feelings about you and you knew your own feelings about him and how you had a bit of a crush on him as well, the both of them always having you in quite of a bi-panic.

Now he was coming to sit down on the bed with the same stupid smirk on his face as he stared at you both. “I think some of us are aware of our feelins’ toward each other… Hm?” he laughed softly looking at you. It always felt like he was staring into your soul as if he could read your every thought. Priscilla even had a smirk on her face now, chewing at her bottom lip, she was into it. The room quiet now as you all looked at each other.

“Whaddya say, ladies…. A threesome??” he said teasingly with that devilish smirk of his.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

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mrsnancywheeler · 2 months

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i was thinking abt that one scene in priscilla where elvis tells that girl that he likes the perfume she’s wearing and then she says it’s Chanel no 5 (literally the same perfume cilla uses)

and like i was thinking, this scenario but with billy and “his” girl. like he could be talking to some random girl and then like be all flirty n shit and then he’s like omg that perfume is so nice (or something) and then the girl is like all smiles and giggles and happily tells him the name and the brand of the perfume and then once billy hears the name he recognizes it from seeing it in reader’s like bedroom or purse or something!

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imagining like this during one of those periods when they've had another blow up fight so you've gone back home, he's been able to push the need of having you around for a while with the writing, rehearsing, recording, the drinking, the drugs, the other girls, so the piece of him you were filling he's able to push away for a while. that's until he's flirting with one of the groupies and he likes that she smells familiar, he doesn't know why or how, but it feels comforting.

he's so close to her face, so close to kissing her and he's keeping that cocky smirk on his face, "nice perfume you got there." maybe if he has her it'll fill the void he's ignoring, the void of you.

she's smiling up at him, flashing a grin, "it's sweet honesty from avon." and boom, billy knows why it's so comforting. you refused to use anything else, you always had a bottle in your purse and one in the bedroom just in case. he misses being engulfed by it, misses you, the longing takes over. he needs you to come back, he can't function fully without your presence. he misses your laugh, messing around on the guitar while you smoked a cigarette on the floor, how animated you were when you talked, cuddling you in his bed, when you'd convince him to go swimming, he misses all of it. he's headed towards the nearest phone, trying to call you and you don't pick up. you always pick up. you're reliable, you're always at the phone when he calls, and now he's scared because maybe he's finally done it. he's told you how replaceable you were one too many times and you'd accepted it even though he was sure you weren't. you were like all the best and worst parts of him, he was attached to you and unbelievable amount.

so he's driving over to your house (more accurately the place your dad pays for) knocking on your front door and a friend of yours opens the door. she's rolling her eyes, sighing, yelling back at you, "he's here!" and he can't deny the way his heart skips a beat when you run up the door.

you've got a small spark of hope in your eyes, "billy!" before realizing you're not supposed to. even if you'd been eaten up inside because this call had taken longer then usual to happen.

"hi, baby." his face has the whisper of a smile on it, "I called."

then you're looking regretfully at the floor, that was the point, if he called you weren't supposed to answer. you were supposed to take care of yourself, but what could you do when he was driving all the way out here just to see you? it made you remember the best of times, made you immediately want to hop back into his car. he can see it on your face, that you'd done so on purpose. "billy..." you trail off and the suddenly you're crying. and he feels terrible.

"hey, come here." billy's playing with your hair, comforting arm around you. "let me take you out, baby. we can go to our place, get some burgers by the pier. need to spend some time with my favorite girl."

favorite, the word favorite rather than him saying 'his' girl irks you, maybe it shouldn't, but you don't want to fight again so you ignore it for now. "yeah, I'd like that." you're meeker after fights, softer when it's time to fix things. now you're playing with the buttons on his denim shirt, which he loves. "can I come back 'round?" you're not looking at him and he's smiling because he knows not to be worried this time, he's won her another highest of the highs with you.

"of course, baby. need my muse around." he's kissing you and you're back to being all smiley. you run inside to grab stuff and as he's standing on the doorstep he can hear your friend berating you for going back, but you don't have a care in the world. you've grown to need billy and you're feeling that lovely high that reminds you why again. before you're out the door back to him again. his arm around your waist as he pulls you with him, "you know, baby, that perfume smells real good on you."

you're smile is so bright, "really?" he's nodding and lighting you a cigarette as you climb into his car, driving off into a repeat of the cycle.

#wanda 💋#billy dunne x reader angst #billy dunne angst #billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #djats x reader #🩰 anon

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So i read a lot of revenge isekai types and some are more satisfying than others. Idk what type of plot points you like besides revenge but right now I’m enjoying:

- I’ve become a true villainess

- I’ll be Queen in this life

- JK Haru is a sex worker in another world (gets kinda dark tho)

- The one within the villainess

Sadly none of them are done so I haven’t gotten to see the good revenge yet just leading to it 😭

Do you have any recs >> I’m always looking for more to read

I am USELESS with titles, but the ones I've enjoyed are

Priscilla's Marriage Proposal - done, but I still have a few chapters left to read. It's a delight, not too heavy, but just really well-done.

Iris: the Lady and Her Smartphone - was a lot more and a lot better than i expected, given the title. It's really well done too.

The Villainess turns the Hourglass - a didn't thikn I was going to like it, but I did \o/ Great characterizations and I love the main lady.

Daisy: How to Become the Duke's Fiancee - a favorite, but man I have a LOT of catching up to do. An art/style change put a lot of people off, but the story's been too good so far.

I'll have to check out the others. Really for a good revenge I just need a "treated unjustly" and goes back in time to at least get their proper due.

Honorable mention to I Dream of Health, Wealth, and a Long Life - idk if it's strictly a revenge story, but there's elements in it and I've really enjoyed it too =3

(Also not a revenge story at all, but 50 Tea Recipes From the Duchess is worth a mention Every Time because it is really JUST THAT GOOD in my opinion.)

#quin answers #kazieai

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what started in beautiful rooms pt.2 | an austin butler x priscilla actress!reader story ❀˖°

part 2/? • (part 1) (part 3) | RATED M MINORS DNI

summary: “what happened between you and austin?” is a question you dread. it makes your gut twist, even if only proposed through a pointed look. the short answer is “a lot”. the long answer is more complicated.

word count: 3,000

warnings: implied past infidelity, age gap (reader is 21 when the story starts, austin is 28), unhealthy relationship dynamics, explicit smut.

chapter summary: austin came back to australia a single man as elvis pre-production started- the roadblock in the form of a girlfriend out of the way. but you were naive to think it was all smooth sailing from there, really. (shirtgateeee!!!)

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i live for comments and love talking about my writing! pls feel free to come chat via anon (or off anon!) anytime. more than happy to share headcanons and what not (-:

xxx

January 4th, 2020 | Queensland, Australia

Running your fingers through the waves in your hair, you leaned out of Austin’s bedroom door, spotting him still at the end of the hallway on the phone. He had an elbow propped up against the wall, nodding his head along to whatever the person on the other end was saying.

You watched him for a moment before you got too scared of getting caught staring, stepping over a cardboard box as you ducked back into his room. He’d only just moved into the flat two weeks ago, his things still only halfway unpacked.

After the GQ event in November Austin returned to the states, you back to Perth, and at first it was like nothing had even happened. You didn’t talk outside of the various group chats Baz and other Elvis crew had stuck you in- and him not reaching out stung a little. But you tried to extend grace. If he was feeling as guilty as you were about what you’d done you couldn’t blame him for needing some space.

Though you Googled him more than you’d ever admit to, looking for a spotting of him and Vanessa if not what you’d really been hoping for- a breakup announcement. You felt nauseous when you thought about her for too long. And you couldn’t bring yourself to keep track of her Instagram stories for Austin for that very reason.

He called a week and a half later.

“Hello?” You said, and were met with silence to the extent that you wondered if he’d meant to call you at all.

But a few seconds passed and you heard him clear his throat, could almost see him squeezing his eyes open and shut before he spoke.

“Vanessa and I- I ended things.”

The line fell so quiet you were sure he heard the breath you sucked in as your heart raced. It was exactly what you wanted to hear, but you realized you hadn’t thought as far ahead as a response.

“I’m sorry,” You tried, disliking how fake it sounded, the tone of your voice raised an octave.

“Not your fault,” Austin started, and you weren’t sure you believed that but you didn’t interrupt. “It’s been comin’ for a while, the whole moving to Australia thing was just a kick in the ass I guess.”

Well that and the fact that he’d cheated, you thought. But Austin was continuing to talk, veering from Vanessa into moving logistics, both his and yours. You talked for twenty minutes before he said he had to go, pausing without hanging up after he said he’d talk to you later. You didn’t hang up either, getting the feeling he had something else to say.

“I’m uh, I’m looking forward to seeing you again, I’ve missed you.”

His voice was soft, hesitant, and you were sure you looked about twelve years old as you leaned back against your headboard, lips tugged into a smile. You managed to get out that you’d missed him too, letting him go and holding your phone to your chest when he hung up.

As luck would have it Bebe was visiting a cousin of hers on the Gold Coast for the week, and said cousin had a massive house with a pool that they’d invited you to a late New Years get-together at.

You and Austin, she emphasized when she extended the invitation over Facetime, wiggling her eyebrows.

You hadn’t told her about November, almost thankful that you’d been so busy in the immediate aftermath that you didn’t have time to spill your guts to her about it even if you wanted to. But you let yourself start to mention him here and there after he called about the breakup- the caveat there being that you weren’t sure you liked having to clarify yourself that yes, they had definitely ended things. The split wasn’t public information yet, even now nearing a month out.

Austin had supplied, without you asking about it first, that they were just giving each other time to process it all out of the public eye. That much you could understand. But you’d hung out around Queensland since you both arrived, and it made you nervous even though the most PDA you’d shown was in an almost empty movie theater.

And knew you were probably within your rights to bring it up again, you just didn’t want to. Not today at least. Today was for doing tequila shots with your best friend and enjoying one of your last free weekends before Elvis really picked up.

You were standing facing away from the door when Austin came back in, barely noticing his entrance until he wrapped his arms around your waist. Dropping your phone onto the bed, you tilted your head back towards him, bringing a hand up to the nape of his neck.

“Everything okay with your call?” “ You asked and he gave a little nod. “Mhm, just Polly about movement rehearsal stuff.”

Before you could say anything else he was pressing an open mouthed kiss on your neck from behind, tugging you a little more back into with a squeeze of your hips. He was half hard, and you felt heat growing in your cheeks at the friction of his erection against your backside.

Moving your head and turning all the way around, a giggle escaped you when he pouted.

“I told Bebe we’d be there by 2.” You emphasized, and Austin swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. When he reached out to pull you back in you let him, his breath hot against your skin.

“You made that promise.” He said, pushing your hair out of the way to give himself more access to your neck, kissing down to your collarbone. “I didn’t do anything.”

He leaned up to crash your mouths together and you let him run french you for a minute before you pulled away, holding his face in your hands.

“Hm?” He said when you went quiet for a second, tilting his head to kiss your fingers where they were resting against his jaw.

“Can I blow you?”

Austin’s pupils widened, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He babbled something along the lines of “Yeah honey, course,”, already pulling his dick out of his swim trunks by the time you were on your knees.

Taking his hard length in your hand you stroked him slowly, Austin making little breathy noises you could just barely hear.

You trailed your tongue along the underside of his cock, hand containing moving at the base of his shift. Precum leaked out of his tip and you swiped your tongue around his head to lick it up.

A throaty groan escaped Austin at that.

“Thought you were on a time cru-,” He started to mumble, swallowing the rest of his sentence when you wrapped your lips around his cock and took him into your mouth.

His hands made its way into your hair as you bobbed your head, his voice shaky.

“Yeah, just like that,” He breathed out, thighs tightening as he tried not to fuck your mouth. You could tell he was holding back, batting your eye up at him as you took him further in your mouth.

He seemed to get the message.

Slurring out that you could tap him if it became too much, Austin began to thrust slowly, babbling nonsense as he found a rhythm.

You relaxed your throat to keep from gagging when his dick hit the back of it, Austin moaning harshly at the feeling.

“Goddamn,” He punched out hoarsely, grip he had on your hair tightening as you felt his movements growing disjointed. “BabyI’mnotgonnalastwheredoyouwantme.”

Getting an idea as he mewled above you, you pulled your mouth off him and sat back on your heels. And concussion flickered in Austin’s eyes for a second, until you started stroking with both hands.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you let your tongue slip out of your mouth, Austin’s hips stuttering on their own accord

“So pretty like this, my pretty girl, shitfuck-”

You felt his come striping your face, catching on your cheekbones and dripping onto your tongue. It was humiliating, your face flushed, but you couldn’t deny the sensation it shot between your legs.

You were his- marked and claimed.

Your head drooped and you rested your cheek against his thigh, trying to catch your breath. Austin carded a hand through your hair slowly, and you couldn’t see him from your position but you could feel him looking down at you.

“Hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” He mumbled after a moment, helping you to your feet.

“I try,” You whispered back, face still sticky with his release. He stared at you for a long moment, and something about the way your meets made your chest tight but he was looking away to look at the time on his phone before you could give it much thought.

“Think we’re still gonna make it by 2,” He said and you nodded, taking a step backwards.

“Yeah, just gotta,” You replied playfully and he laughed when you gestured to your face, following you into the bathroom.

You didn’t notice he’d managed to get come on the front of the shirt until you were done washing your face, spinning on your heel to glare where he was leaning against the wall.

“Hey,” You said sharply to get his attention up off his phone, pointing to the stain. “You missed.”

Austin smirked through a chuckle as you removed your shirt and threw it down on the sink, leaving you in just your bikini top. It wasn’t an abysmal situation, but you still felt a little over exposed without an actual shirt.

“Do you have something I can borrow? My shirt from yesterday doesn’t go with my jeans.” You asked and he said he’d be right back.

He returned a few seconds later, holding a blue patterned Hawaiian shirt that he helped you into from behind.

“Gonna have to start keeping some clothes here,” He said, a soft smile on his face. The suggestion was a nice thought, the idea that he wanted you around enough for that making your chest warm.

You looked at him in the mirror, a little embarrassed at the blush in your cheeks as you teased him.

“Why, you planning on getting jizz on my shirt again?”

You got to Bebe’s a little after 2:30, and she didn’t look surprised by your late arrival, moreso entertained.

“Look who showed up!” She shouted as you walked in, jogging in your direction and pulling you into a hug the second she was close enough. She put a hand on Austin’s arm as she pulled away, looking between the two of you with a knowing grin.

“This place is beautiful,” He said as he looked around, Bebe following his gaze.

“You’ll probably be able to buy it when you cash this Elvis check.” She joked, adding on something about getting you drinks before turning to lead the two of you towards the party out back.

Bebe’s cousin and friends were nice, especially towards Austin and he was wrapped up in his own conversations soon enough.

With Austin sufficiently distracted she pulled you back inside with an excuse about needing help getting out shot glasses. Though you knew that was only half the reason.

“That’s not your shirt.” She said as soon as you were away from the group, throwing a glance back out the yard towards Austin before brushing past you towards the kitchen.

You followed with a curt “Not your business either,” Bebe’s eyebrows quirked up when she turned back around.

“Why do you sound pissed? Last time you called me about Austin you were giggling like a middle schooler.”

There was an air of genuine concern in her voice as she set out shot glasses on a serving tray, and you were seconds from spilling- about the whole breakup statement thing at least. Until you saw her eyes widen some when she glanced behind you, and heard Austin before you saw him.

“There’s my girl,” He said as he walked over, arms winding around your waist. You laughed softly and could smell the alcohol on his breath as he pressed his face into the side of your neck.

“My ears were burning,” Austin continued, looking across to Bebe, who was clearly enjoying this. She crossed her arms over her body, narrowing her gaze at him.

“Yeah I was just telling your girl here I know how to hide a body if you ever even dream of hurting her.”

“Oh I’d never,” He replied, letting you out of his embrace only to grab for your hand and gesture for you to let him twirl you. “Not when she looks so cute in my big ass shirts.”

Bebe made a fake gagging noise as you spun back around into his arms, scrunching her face up.

“You guys are disgustingly sweet.”

Going back to finishing her task at hand, she threw the two of you a playful “Disgustingly” before taking the shots tray outside. Austin watched her leave before pressing a kiss to your temple, paired with a soft “Hi baby.”

You hummed contently, and he took a step back to pull his phone out.

“I gotta get some pictures of you in this. I meant what I just said y’know, you’re adorable.” He crooned, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m twenty-one Aus, not five.”

He nodded seriously, taking a step back as he pulled up his camera.

“‘Kay,” He said, how hard he was concentrating on his screen, admittedly pretty cute. “You look absolutely ravishing, better?”

Lowering your sunglasses on your nose, you posed for the pictures with a little pout. Austin moved around as he took them, joking about getting all the good angles between compliments that made your cheeks flush.

He airdropped them to you when he was done, putting his phone back in his pocket and crowding into your space to kiss you.

You’d just wrapped his arms around his neck when you heard the back door sliding open, accompanied with Bebe’s voice.

“Stop making out and come do shots!”

It was late by the time Austin was driving you back in the direction of your place- no second night in a row sleepover what with the obscenely early call time he had for movement rehearsal.

He hummed along to the Elvis playlist he’d put on shuffle as he drove, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your knee.

It had been a nice day, great even. Getting to have Austin to yourself without a guilty pit in your stomach felt good.

Knowing that after today you were back to being kept a secret didn’t.

“You know Bebe’s friends don’t care enough to oust either one of us but all it would take is one of them talking to make you look like a cheater- make me look like some harlot."

You felt his hand tense on your leg, and regretted running your mouth almost instantly. You didn’t know what you’ve been expecting, and could’ve probably made an effort to sound less whiny- you thought as you waited for him to say something.

“If anything like that happened the timeline would be easy enough to clear up. No one saw us at the hotel- or anywhere else, would’ve known by now if they did.” Austin said after a pause, clearing his throat.

“And you just said you don’t think any of Bebe’s friends are gonna pull something like that anyways- I don’t think this is as big a deal as you’re making it.”

“So you’re just going to make any sort of statement about your decade long relationship being over?” Was flying out your mouth before you could stop it, and Austin put two hands firmly on the steering wheel, goosebumps on your leg where his touch was yanked away.

“Is that what I said?” He asked, face hardened.

He was pissed, staring right ahead as he drove, biting the inside of his cheek.

There was more you wanted to add, mostly along the lines of how you didn’t think he understood any sort of scandal would reflect worse on you than him. That it would be harder for you to bounce back from being seen as sleeping with your older co-star to get a leg up. That you couldn’t press statement your way out of that like he could the wonky timeline aspect of it all.

But he was talking again before you could get another word in, voice clipped.

“I haven’t talked to Vanessa in two weeks, she doesn’t know about you and me.”

It wasn’t that you’d expected him to come out and drop the “I’m involved with my co-star” bomb during the breakup, but his words still didn’t settle right in your stomach. He obviously didn’t want to tell her, and you couldn’t blame him for that. But it had to come out eventually, didn’t it? If he wasn’t planning on keeping you a secret forever at least.

He was saying something about she deserved to know before anything went public that you didn’t catch, so lost in your head you almost flinched when you felt Austin’s hand fall back to your knee.

“I’ll call her in the morning. First thing, okay?”

His voice was softer, but it didn’t make you feel much better.

You replied with a quiet “Okay,” as he pulled to a stop in front of your building, forcing a smile when he gave you one.

Grabbing your things and getting out of his car, you felt embarrassed for the tears stinging behind your eyes as you walked towards the door.

Your mind was reeling as you went through your routine before getting into bed, the rumblings of anger in your gut not something you found yourself able to shake.

Surely “Tell people you broke up with your girlfriend” wasn’t a huge ask, not after almost a full month. But Austin sure had a way of making it feel like one, and making you feel like shit for bringing it up again.

Looking forward to crashing out and just forgetting about everything for a few hours, you groaned when your phone buzzed. At least it was just Bebe.

bebe 🤡❤️ — look what i found (;

The screenshot attached to her text was from an E News article from August, a flashy title above a photo of Vanessa and Austin on a boat. His arm was draped over her leg, wide smile on his face. But you noticed quickly what Bebe had, that the patterned shirt he was wearing in the photo was the same shirt strewn halfway into your laundry hamper.

You shot back a text asking if she googled Austin Butler Hawaiian Shirt to find that, stopping short of locking your phone when the message was sent.

Swiping open Instagram next, you chewed on your bottom lip as you thumbed open a new post.

This was a bad idea, horrible even, and were self aware that more than anything it made you a massive hypocrite. But the more you thought about how short Austin had been with you in the car and how hurt you were, the less you cared.

The photo dump you settled on included a selfie with Bebe, a capture of her cousin’s dog and a shot glass knocked over in the grass. Alongside a photo Austin had taken of you in his shirt that you put first in the carousel.

Hitting post without adding a caption, you turned your phone off and tossed it onto your nightstand.

xxx

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