#mamaspresley
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trouble 2 | austin!elvis au
wc 4,783
tw smut, oral f receiving, elvis being a cheeky mf
part one here!
Your hand trembled over the page as you held the pencil firmly between your pointer finger and your thumb. You just couldn’t find the courage to sign the end of the letter, your lower lip between your teeth and your leg bouncing up and down below you as you sat at your desk, staring at the page filled top to bottom with your neat handwriting.
That was one of the first things Elvis had brought up when the two of you managed to speak over the phone instead of writing to each other. “Your hand-writing is so neat, doll, mine’s gotta look like chicken scratch to ya. Can you even read it half the time?” he’d said, and you laughed before reassuring the boy that you could read his writing, even if it did take you a few minutes to decipher a couple of the words. The call lasted about five minutes before it got clicked off and you realized you had no money left to call him back. You cried that night, having used all your savings from working at the diner just down the street, a job you picked up for that specific reason — Elvis mentioned in one of his letters that the base he was on had a telephone, one that made transatlantic calls, and you worked day and night for three months straight to be able to afford just a few minutes of hearing his voice. And boy, was it worth it. You never got too sad when Elvis was away, never shed any tears over it up until that point. But hearing his voice, the familiar Southern drawl that you’d only been hearing over his records you played a million times a day — it was all real to you again, and it was like you’d been living in a fantasy the whole time. There he was, talking into your ear like he had been that night you sat on your porch. The way your heart raced when you heard the way his lips mumbled the word darling, as opposed to reading it on a piece of paper. You wished you got more than five minutes with him but unfortunately that wasn’t the case, and you just clutched onto the fact that these last two years would be over in just a few more months, and then he would be back home, and you would be in his arms.
It was no question that Elvis was in love with you. You didn’t know it, but he talked about you nonstop to the boys in his division. When he’d first met you that night that he showed up to your house, it was all so surreal and you had brushed off the fact that he confessed his love for you. It didn’t seem serious, he had just met you for Christ’s sake and knew nothing about you besides your name — which, mind you, he had to dig up from someone else. You’d never even spoken to each other before that night, so the idea that he was in love with you was absurd. Of course, you wanted nothing more than to believe it, but the more you did, the less everyone had faith around you. You recounted the events of that night to Lucy and she was over the moon, but everyone else you told seemed to think you were exaggerating the details. Girls at school, your coworkers, even a few of your family members insisted that you were lying. The only people that truly, wholeheartedly believed that Elvis Presley was in love with you was Lucy and your mother, who’d read every letter he sent you as you showed her every other week with ecstasy written across your face. But the thing was that the longer time passed with him gone, the more you believed it yourself. Because the more you believed he was in love with you, the more you believed you were in love with him.
You’d always loved Elvis Presley, ever since you heard his first song on the radio. But you loved him as the singer, not him as the person. Up until spending years writing to the boy, dreaming of him when you slept and fantasizing about him coming home. You thought of him when cleaning tables at your work, and sometimes you even found yourself planning out your next letter to him, excited to race home so you could get out your pen and paper. Elvis had signed every letter he wrote you with Love, your Elvis since the very first one. Yours were usually finished off with a talk to you soon or a miss you entirely. This one, the one you wrote as the last one he would be receiving before coming home, felt different. Nothing had changed, it was still the same old summary of your week, telling him how excited you were for March 2nd, the day he would be coming back. But this time, you couldn’t write the words see you soon. Your first thought was love.
Your pencil stood still in your hand as your eyes raked across the page. You read the hundred word letter over and over again, stalling as you tried to work up the courage to write the simple closing line before folding the note up for the envelope. It took you what felt like hours before you gave in and signed it, I can’t wait to see you… your Y/N and then setting the pencil down. You would send it in the morning on your way to work, completely unhappy with the closing statement but ultimately, you knew you weren’t gonna do anything about it. You wanted your first ‘I love you’ to be in person, to his face, where you could see his raw, honest reaction. Not over a letter, when he would read it two weeks from now and then you wouldn’t be able to read his for two weeks after that.
So you would wait, until you could see him in person, and then you would tell him you loved him. You planned on doing it immediately, the moment you saw him, but when the day finally came, that wasn’t the case.
“Y/N, honey, you have a visitor.” It was deja vu, almost, the way your mother poked her head into your room, much like she had done the night you met the boy. But you weren’t in for a surprise this time — you’d been counting down the hours for this moment.
“He’s here!” You jumped up from your bed, and the speed at which you ran down the hallway was faster than any track star could have dreamed. You made it down the stairs in record time, and when your eyes landed on the boy standing in your foyer, talking with your father, dressed in his army green military suit, holding his cap to his chest respectfully, you lost your breath.
“There she is,” your father said, and at his words, Elvis turned around to see you for himself. The smile that exploded onto his face was unlike any other, and the boy reached out as you jumped onto him. He lifted you into his arms, spinning you around as you grasped onto him for dear life. It felt better than you were expecting, hugging him, smelling his scent that hadn’t changed a bit since he was gone.
What had changed, though, was his hair. It was short now, buzzed at the sides and not what you remembered at all. It made sense though, Elvis had mentioned in one of his letters that they had to shave his head when he joined the military. You hated the idea, one of the main focal points of Elvis Presley was his hair. But seeing him in the uniform, all dressed up, returning home from the war — he looked handsome, more beautiful than you could’ve dreamed of, so you didn’t mind the lack of hair. Actually, you quite enjoyed it.
“Oh, I’ve missed you so much.” Elvis set you down, his arms still wrapped around you as he held you to his chest. You nuzzled into him, hugging him tightly as though he would leave you again should you let go. You heard his chest rumble with laughter as he placed a hand on the back of your head, seemingly talking to your father as he said, “Think she missed me, too?”
“Only a little,” the man responded, and you smiled into the jacket of Elvis’s uniform. It had taken a while for your father to warm up to the idea of you and Elvis Presley — ultimately, it took the proof of him not leaving you when he got shipped off. It was up until a year into you and the boy still talking that your father finally came to terms with your relationship. He’d told your mother that he was afraid Elvis would break his daughter’s heart, since, after all, he’s Elvis Presley. Your father chose to believe the media outlets over situations like these, so he’s never had a fond outlook on the boy, even before you began dating. And if he’s away in the military for two years, your father had said, nothing good would come from that. But, you proved him wrong, and here he was, almost as happy to see the boy as you were. Almost.
“Come on! I-I wanna show you my dress!” you exclaimed after pulling away from the boy, and you looked to your parents for approval. They nodded, and as quick as you had come down, you were pulling Elvis upstairs to your room. While he was away, Elvis had missed your high school graduation, along with your senior prom. He wrote you saying how much he wished he could be there, and when you responded you’d even sent him a few photographs your mother had taken of you on that evening, a few solo but a couple with the boy who had taken you, as well. You were stuck with the privilege of going with a mister Tommy Baker, a boy you’d known since you were little as your mothers were best friends. Elvis didn’t like the idea of you going with another boy, but you reassured him that as a girl, you had to go with a boy. And if he wasn’t there to take you, Tommy was the next best thing. If you had gone to the senior prom by yourself, it would’ve been humiliating, and it would’ve been even worse had you gone with a friend like Lucy, which is what Elvis suggested when he wrote you back. He got over it quickly though when he saw you in your dress, and he asked if you would show him in person when he came home. Lucky for him, you remembered.
It was also just an excuse to get him alone in your room.
“The pictures don’t do it justice — look at how pretty this colour is.” You unzipped the bag that your pretty purple prom dress resided in, and Elvis hummed in approval. “I would show you what it looks like on, but it takes ages to get into and then tie up.”
“That’s alright, baby. Another time.” You felt his arms wrap around your waist as you zipped the bag back up, and you blushed when he rested his chin on your shoulder. “For now, I wanna kiss you.” Elvis pressed his lips to your cheek, and then your jaw, and you giggled as you pushed him away.
“Let me hang this back up first. And Mama’ll kill me if she sees us kissin’ in my room.”
“That’s why we keep the door closed,” Elvis said slyly, moving across the room to grab the handle on your bedroom door, slowly and carefully closing it. You scolded him in a whisperful way as he twisted the handle, shutting it without a sound despite your protests.
“Are you crazy? Daddy’s gonna kill you! An’ then he’ll kill me!”
“That’s why we lock it, too.” He clicked it shut and you smacked the boy on the arm. Chuckling, Elvis grabbed your wrist in the process, pulling you over to him expertly as his free hand snuck its way to your lower back, and he dipped you down while he connected your lips.
The feeling of the kiss was too good for you to worry about the door much longer, and finally you allowed yourself to melt into him. His hand moved to cup your face, fingers twisting into your hair on the back of your head while he held you dangerously close. You felt his tongue slide past your lips and nearly gasped as it met yours, such a vile action that had your stomach dropping in the best way possible.
“Two years was much too long,” he said when you pulled away to catch your breath, and his words couldn’t help but cause a smile on your lips. His hand tightened its hold on your cheek, thumb brushing over the soft skin as he gazed down at you. His blue eyes were even more beautiful than you remembered, and you fought the urge to lean up and kiss him again.
“You’re tellin’ me,” you responded, and Elvis smiled small before he read your mind and bent down to connect your lips once more. As you kissed, all you could think about were those three words you’d been denying to write to him. I love you. It was such a simple saying, but for some reason thinking about saying it out loud had you more nervous than you were when you had to slow dance with Tommy Baker at prom. You loved Elvis so goddamn much it made your toes curl and your heart speed up so fast you were certain you’d go into cardiac arrest. And if you didn’t tell him soon, you were beginning to think that might not be an exaggeration.
“Elvis,” you said, placing a hand on the boy’s chest to signal you wanted to stop. Immediately, he pulled away, blue eyes gazing down at you concerningly, his lips swollen from the prior activity and his chest rising and falling with deep breaths under your hand. You stared up at him, heart pounding and mouth growing dry, despite the sloppy kissing you’d just endured with the boy towering above you. His eyes were sparkling and his lips were so pink and full and he just looked so beautiful— “Kiss me again.”
So he did, and you wanted to curse yourself for chickening out but his lips were too entrancing. Elvis began leading you backwards, his hands sure to keep you steady when your knees hit the edge of your bed and you collapsed onto the mattress, his body falling over you gracefully. Elvis flipped you over, your legs moving to straddle him as he pulled you on top, and it was then that you pulled away, tucking your hair behind your ears as you repositioned yourself awkwardly. Elvis sat up on his elbows, staring at you. “You okay, lil darlin’?”
“Mhm.” You sat back, dropping your hands into your lap before realizing that was his crotch, and then lifting them as quick as you realized. The boy chuckled, smirking up at your flustered expression. “Oh!— Sorry.”
“You’re all good, mama.”
The nicknames he gave you never failed to erupt a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, on top of the nerves you felt just thinking about what you needed to say to him. It was now or never, you thought, staring back at the boy who lay under you, watching you with a look of love and adoration in his eyes entirely, a lazy smile on his lips and dark hair styled to perfection atop his head. The sight alone was enough to have you blushing. “Elvis, I…”
You couldn’t get the words out before a shout came to cut you off, and suddenly the nerves in your belly weren’t caused by the preparation of admittance. “Y/N Y/L/N! What did I say about boys in your room with the door closed!”
“Sorry, Momma!” you called back, smacking Elvis on the arm as he chuckled lightly. You climbed off him, rushing to open the door before stepping out into the hallway to apologize face to face. When you went back inside, Elvis was sitting upright on your bed, a picture frame in his hands before he glanced up at you. “See, I told you you’d get me in trouble!”
“Hardly,” he said, setting the picture frame back down on your nightstand. Elvis reached out for you, tugging at your skirt to pull you closer to him. You stood between his legs, peering down at him as your hands came to rest on his shoulders. He smirked up at you, resting his hands on your hips while he looked on at you devilishly. “I like it when you’re bad ‘cus o’ me.”
Your mind went fuzzy, stomach dropping at his raspy tone, his words dangerous.
“Makes you even sexier.”
Your head turned to see if your mother was still out in the hallway, and Elvis’s hands on the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer, had you turning back to him. “Eyes on me, baby.” He brought his hand to your chin, tilting your head down with his fingers. “Could be more fun this way.” He was gesturing to the lack of privacy, with the open door, and how suspenseful it would be, but you couldn’t ignore what would happen if your mother — or worse, your father — walked in at the wrong time. Elvis, on the other hand, couldn’t care less, as he was pulling you back in for another kiss.
“You’re crazy,” you whispered against his lips, and you felt they turn into a smirk as he whispered back, “I know,” before crashing his lips down onto yours for the third time that day.
You had your hands on his shoulders to keep you steady, but no amount of stability could keep your knees from weakening when you felt his hands slip under your blouse, making contact with the foreign skin as he held you at your sides. He flipped you over then, laying you down on your bed as he knelt over you slightly, keeping watch of the door. His hands were still under your shirt, sneaking their way down, and it was a dangerous touch but the way he was so delicate, fingers whispering across your skin as they slid into the waistband of your skirt, plucking at the fabric of your panties — you were more than certain it was the right thing to do. Everything he did, he did with such certainty that you couldn't help but agree with him. He was ethereal, and you were sure you wouldn’t have let any other man touch you the way he was doing now. Not until marriage, at least.
But yet, this boy had you under him, no ring on your finger, begging for his touch as his fingers slipped under your panties.
“Elvis,” you whimpered, and the boy shushed you as he ran a finger up your folds.
“Gonna have to be quiet for me, darlin’. Ain’t nobody gonna hear a sound, alright?” He began working two fingers over you, a feeling so foreign to you you couldn’t help but shiver, and the way you leaned your head back, teeth biting down on your lip, had Elvis struggling to contain himself, too. “So wet for me, sweetheart. You been waitin’ so long for me to come home to ya, haven’t ya?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, thighs clenching together as he had his hand buried deep between them. He finally entered a finger in you, your jaw falling open at the foreign feeling of penetration inside of you.
“That feel good, baby?” The suspense of being caught felt almost as good as the quiet, raspiness of his voice caused, and you couldn’t decide if those two things trumped the feeling of his fingers working you over. Every sense of yours was heightened and you could’ve sworn this was what cloud nine felt like.
He entered a second finger, pumping the two of them in and out before adding his thumb into the mix, rubbing your clit lightly to create a nice, steady pace for you. Your back arched off the bed at the feeling, a few whines escaping your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, and Elvis shushed you before placing a hand over your mouth when he increased the speed of his fingers.
They were thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, curling inside of you to hit your g-spot while his thumb pressed circles into your clit as well. You were wiggling underneath him much more than you were minutes before, telling him that you were close to release, and Elvis pulled away with no warning, making you whine in distress. Was he just gonna leave you here like this?
He crossed your room to shut the door halfway, leaving it open just a few inches so that at least the bed wasn’t visible to anyone passing through the hallway. Elvis made his way back to the bed, where you sat on the edge with a pout on your lips. He chuckled, moving to stand in front of you as he grabbed your chin, tilting your head back so you looked up at him.
“You liked that?”
You nodded submissively, your pupils shot and eyelids weary from the bliss you didn’t think was possible from the vulgar act you’d just taken part in. Elvis clenched his jaw as he moved to kneel between your legs, his arms wrapping around your calves to pull you forward. At the sudden movement you squealed, falling back onto the bed, feeling him place his hands on your thighs underneath your skirt. He slid your panties off smoothly, discarding them somewhere unknown, before pushing your skirt higher up your stomach.
“This alright, darlin’?” he asked, and the weak attempt at a hum of approval was enough for him. You felt his lips meet the skin of your inner thighs, dangerously close to where his fingers had just been minutes before, and your breath hitched.
“O… Oh,” you moaned, leaning up some to cast a quick glance down at the boy below you. His fingers gripped into your thighs, lips moving across your skin hastily, and it was when you felt his tongue like a stripe up your core that you fell back onto your back, a loud moan escaping past your lips.
Elvis pulled away as quick as he could, smacking you on the thigh lightly as he shushed you. “Don’t want us to get caught now, do ya?” he asked, and you shook your head apologetically. He got to his feet, leaning over you as his hand gripped your face much like how he had done at the concert, your first interaction with the boy. Now, two years later, he had you in the same position, still writhing underneath his touch. “Gonna have to contain yourself, baby. Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes,” you nodded, and Elvis hummed, half satisfied with your answer, before he kneeled back down between your thighs and went to work. If you thought that first bit felt good, you were in for a treat. Elvis had your heart in your throat, your back arched off the bed with your fingers digging into the bed sheets while his tongue worked you over.
It was taking all of you not to scream out his name, your moans dying off your tongue before you could project them out. All you wanted to do was lean your head back and cry out in pleasure, his lips sucking at your core like his life depended on it. You’d never experienced a feeling like this, and it had you spiralling. You weren’t sure if you wanted to chase your release or just stay in this moment forever.
“Fuck,” you heard Elvis mutter as he adjusted, pulling your thighs closer with his fingers pressed into your skin, lips brushing over your heat again. He kissed the delicate area before standing up, placing a hand next to your head as he leaned into your neck and whispered, “You got no clue what you do to me, baby girl.” It was then that he lowered his hips, rolling them onto yours, and you felt a bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants, now pushing against you. It was big, and you couldn’t deny that his size was doing anything but turning you away from the idea of him burying himself inside you.
“Please,” you whispered, head rolling back as you felt him thrust against you, fully clothed. Your hand gripped his bicep, your other hand coming to push his button up further up on his stomach, fingers making contact with his warm skin.
“You want this, baby?” Elvis was imitating the acts of intercourse now, his hips moving with yours while you wrapped your legs loosely around his torso. His hand strayed down to your heat, finding your wet core as he began rubbing your clit while he continued his previous actions. “You like it when I touch you?”
“Mhm,” you whined, digging your nails into his arm that held himself above you.
“How much?”
“A-A lot,” you mumbled, trying to keep quiet as you bucked your hips against his hand, searching for friction and that feeling that you had no clue about, but you knew it was something extraordinary. “Go-Go back.”
“Back where, baby?”
“Down. I—” Before you could finish, Elvis was sinking back down to his knees, pulling you close and burying himself between your thighs again. You were whimpering, sitting up slightly at the shock of his tongue against you. Your fingers were digging deep into the jungle of his hair, teeth clenching down on your lip to stop you from screaming out.
His tongue licked at you, the speed ferocious as he focused on your bundle of nerves above everything else. He knew exactly where to pleasure you, exactly what felt the best, and Lord were you grateful for it. Within seconds, you had your stomach clenching, your head thrown back and your legs shaking. A feeling of euphoria washed over you as Elvis worked his magic between your trembling thighs, and once you fell back, releasing your hand from his hair, Elvis knew his work was done. He climbed back over you, grinning from ear to ear as he placed a kiss to your cheek.
“How you doin’, baby?”
“Fantastic,” you breathed, opening your eyes, and the boy chuckled before you pulled him in for a kiss. You could taste yourself on him, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t get enough of him.
“Woah, slow your roll there, mama. Not much else to do ’cept put a baby in ya.”
“At this point I ain’t even care.”
“Now who’s the crazy one?” he teased, and you smiled up at him as he sat beside you, your head coming to rest in his lap. Elvis reached down to fix your skirt and your blouse, his hand taking home on your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek while he looked down at you.
“Elvis?” you said, staring into his eyes. Now or never, Y/N.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
You gulped. “I love you.”
The look on his face didn’t change too much for a while, which had you nervous. It wasn’t until you saw a smile peek at the corner of his lips that you let out a breath of relief. “You love me?” he asked, and you nodded, letting out a smile of your own. “Well that’s good, baby. ’Cause I’m crazy about you.”
You blushed, grinning wildly now, unable to contain it from spreading across your face like a wildfire. “You are?”
“I been in love with you since the moment I laid eyes on you, baby. You won’t even believe.”
The grin on your lips turned into a mischievous one, and you knew you had Elvis to blame for that. He wasn’t the greatest influence, but you loved it. “Well if I won’t believe, why don’t you make me?”
The look cast across Elvis’s face was more shock than anything, but it quickly transformed into a daunting expression, eyes excited and the smirk on his lips wicked. “You sure are trouble, ain’t you, little one?”
“You’re to blame for that.”
“Oh, am I?” He was sliding off the bed, fingers caressing down the tops of your thighs with him. “I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.”
“You know what?” you said, watching as he sank to his knees again, large hands moving to wrap around the backs of your knees. “Me neither.”
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ok this fucking killed me and i think you absolutely need to turn this into a full imagine or i will walk into oncoming traffic. also
i know you’ve seen these but we need to talk about this again because WHAT THE FUCK
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it feels too early for this kind of torture jackie.
i literally think of these pictures all the time because imagine u went with him to jupiter’s birthday party and u know how good he is with your niece but then u see him with a literal baby and whoops you want a kid with him!
like i feel like he’s the kinda guy to bring jupiter and your niece gifts ALL the time. like if he hasn’t seen them in a while he’s like oop daddy austin to the rescue let’s see what new hot toys they sell on amazon… like u try to borrow his computer one day and all u see in the google searches are ‘best toys for kids’
for you, i will turn this into a full blown fic expeditiously bc i need more of father!austin
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Hi, I don't know if you take requests but I love your work and I had this 18+ idea that I just can't get out of my head. I was wondering if you could make it happen.
Austin!Elvis Presley x fem!reader
Before he became a total overnight sensation and I'm talking about the innocent-ish Elvis who wants to be a daddy so bad and his girlfriend who knows it so well and she wants it too. The reader loves leaving bite marks on him and calling him pretty boy witch makes him into a crying (out of pleasure) pussy drunk mess and just the day after when he wakes up and he sees this.
(I hope you get it and that it isn't too demanding also I need to stop reading so much-🌹)
hey lovely! I dont usually write smut, BUT there are some other fantastic authors in the austin fandom who do!! (and its really really good)
I've put some of my favourite writers in the tags for you!
#mamaspresley#vividstilinski#butlersbabe#butlerstyles has one of THE BEST smuts ive ever read!!#surferblues
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do you have a masterlist queenie
i do, cutie ! thank you for asking :)
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bae!!! coffee cart girl is PHENOMENAL i am obsessed! if you could add me to the taglist i would cry <3 i love your writing and this series so much, it gives me butterflies
ahhhh! omg this message is so sweet, thank you!!! i'm really glad you like it and of course, i'll add you to the tag list xoxo
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my lovely anna you are GORGEOUS
STOP I AM BLUSHING SO HARD!!! I love you!!! 💜💜💜
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Okay but his HANDSSSSS
#definitelymakingasmutabouthishands
#cHoKE MEEEE
@mamaspresley
#austin butler#austin butler fanfiction#austin butler one shot#austin butler owns me#austin butler x reader#elvis 2022#elvis presley#austin butler elvis#austin butler imagine#elvis the king#hand kink
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rafe cameron recs
one last dance | imagine, angst | @bookofbonbon
yellow | drabble, smut, fluff | @sugarcoatedobrien
kisses all over | drabble, soft fluff | @avenging-fandoms
new light | series | @outerbankies
ambivalence | series | @mackenzielovee
sleeping in the clouds | headcanon, fluff | @msgorillagripcoochie
ultimatum | imagine, angst | @imaginemegood
troubled waters | imagine, flangst | @goldenroutledge
passion | imagine, trifecta (smut/fluff/angst) | @sugarcoatedobrien
blueberry pancakes | series | @butgilinsky
mistake | imagine, flangst | @luversgirl
stranded | imagine, angry fluff | @drewbooooo
he forgot | imagine, flangst | @cherryobx
you don't go to parties | one shot, angst | @starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies
hurt | imagine, flangst | @drewsephrry
reunited | imagine, flangst | @mrsstarkey1
goner | imagine, angst | @ghostselena
refusing to let go | drabble, fluff | @sublimecatgalaxy
clumsy | drabble, flangst | @hotchsstuff
cruel summer | one shot, fluff | @forevermoreharrington
the night we met | imagine, flangst | @whore-4-drewstarkey
protector | au, one shot, flangst | @jjsbank444
the three times duke tried to tell you something | imagine, fluff | @obaex
early exit | one shot, flangst | @amourology
silent love | series | @luxestarkey
let me protect you, angel | imagine, fluff | @cameronspecial
i'll tell her you stopped by | au, imagine, fluff | @runningfrom2am
before you go | imagine, flangst (more angst) @mamaspresley
just like his father | drabble, fluff | @hotchsstuff
black eye | drabble, soft fluff | @rafeandonlyrafe
grumpy | drabble, fluff | @rafeandonlyrafe
but when you're nice, baby | imagine, fluff | @erwinsvow
fall asleep at your house | imagine, fluff | @angelofcigs
incompatible | imagine, fluff, smut | @rekrappeter
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Austin Butler Dad Headcanons
as requested here!
>> this one was fun to do!! I’ve been thinking of dad austin for so long and we discuss it sometimes in the discord, so this was long overdue. I hope y’all enjoy!!
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❁ your pregnancy with Austin was completely unplanned
❁ you became pregnant in 2016, and your daughter was born in 2017
❁ Austin was terrified, to put it in simple terms, but he was ready to have a child with you
❁ Austin is also a girl dad, just like Jerry. I don’t make the rules sorry
❁ he helped deliver your daughter, and he got lightheaded from seeing her head come out of you (not that he told anyone, though)
❁ he refused to cry when he held her for the first time, but he crumbled when she opened her eyes and looked straight at him
❁ Austin buys the cutest and frilliest outfits for your daughter. he loves putting her in dresses and little shoes and putting bows in her hair when it’s long enough. now that she has long hair as a toddler, he braids her hair and does fun hairstyles with it
❁ when Austin gets the role of Elvis, the three of you pack up and move to Australia. by the time you move there, your daughter is old enough to walk and talk and understand basic things, so having her in a new place is interesting, to say the least
❁ “daddy, why did that man sound funny?” “when people sound different when they speak, it’s called an accent.” “oh. daddy, I want an accent!”
❁ taking your daughter to the beach was a normal occurrence back home, so she knows how to behave when you’re all able to go to the beach between filming
❁ but now that your daughter is old enough to wear proper bathing suits, Austin, of course, has the get the girliest one ever
❁ raising a toddler to be a functioning member of society when the world has shut down is challenging, and adding onto one parent doing method acting and being super busy 24/7 adds to the difficulty.
❁ Austin still did his best to be there for your daughter, especially when everything she’s just grown accustomed to has now changed for who knows how long. he’s a very patient person, especially when it comes to children
❁ while in Australia, when Austin has any free time whatsoever, he’s teaching your daughter how to read and attempt to write, even if it’s just terrible scribble lines
❁ when your daughter turns 4, she can actually write her name somewhat, thanks to Austin’s hard work
❁ by the time filming ends and the pandemic isn’t as intense, your daughter can begin going to school when you get back to California. Austin refuses to send her to public school after what has been happening in the last year- he doesn’t think it’s as safe or suitable
❁ there’s a slight disagreement there at first, but you understand where he’s coming from and eventually agree to homeschool
❁ when Austin is struggling with his imposter syndrome after filming ends, and he’s getting back to who he is, your daughter is there to ground him
❁ Austin makes sure to introduce your daughter to different media like instruments, art, music, theater, sports, and more
❁ he wants her to explore everything so she can have social hobbies outside of homeschool and enjoy the finer things in life
❁ when Elvis premieres a little over a year after filming wraps, everything changes overnight for your family
❁ Austin makes sure to protect you and your daughter no matter what, even if his newfound fame has taken over your lives more than expected
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a lot can happen in a year.
from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, i've been on six or seven new medications (give or take). i went from being unemployed for over a year and a half to having a part time job that pays the same as my last. i went from hardly ever leaving the house to seeing movies and going out with friends. i started doing therapy again. and i rejoined tumblr, something i wasn't sure I'd ever do again. i've never been overly fond of social media to begin with, and i wasn't sure if I was even making the right decision to start using it again. i had been in fandom communities off and on for years, with experiences far more negative than they ever were positive, and i couldn't be sure that this would be any different.
i am so very glad to say i was wrong.
i've talked about elvis on a handful of occasions now, but allow me, if you will, the chance to be sentimental about its significance one last time. prior to june of this year i had no real concept of what baz lurhmann had planned when he released elvis 2022 into the world. yet another musical biopic, this time carried on the shoulders of a relative unknown? i have always had love for baz lurhmann's artistry, but this seemed like a long shot, even for him.
still, it had my attention.
i had given up on any attempts to connect with my family after years of false promises, spending most of my summer feeling isolated from most of the people in my life for one reason or another. i decided I'd treat myself to something after the way the year had gone thus far. knowing my dad liked elvis, i convinced him to go see the movie with me on its opening weekend, thinking we both might get something out of it.
it was, without a doubt, one of the best experiences i've ever had sitting in a theater.
i went on to see elvis seven more times in theaters, each time wondering whether or not the magic would wear off and it would lose its opulent, cinematic luster. in reality, it only ever burned brighter and brighter, giving me a love and appreciation of elvis presley that i wouldn't otherwise have beyond the simple enjoyment of music i had listened to off and on for as long as i can remember. it introduced me to a talent whose performance was so captivating it made me overlook tom hanks in every scene he was in. and, perhaps more than anything, it introduced me to people who were not only like-minded in their experience with this film, but were unwavering in their kindness and their friendship.
elvis is not the entity of my tumblr experience (this being my 4th time interacting on the platform). there are many other people and types of content i have interacted with since starting this blog and, if you have made it this far, i simply want to thank everyone for the memories they have given me at a time when I needed it most.
to the people who colour my dash with their passion for the things they love most. my dash would not be the same without you.
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to the people whose creations inspired me to rediscover the joy of what it is to make art
@floralcyanide @melis-writes @nathandrqke @she-is-juniper
and finally to my friends, the people who have pulled me out of a shell i didn’t realize i was in. your kindness means more to me than you know.
@ab4eva @areacodefan @bisexualwvtson @burninlovebutler @cryingabtab @cutienerd13 @dreaming-of-hope @elvisfatass @gggoldfinch @itey @karamelcoveredolicity @lavenderelvis @lindszeppelin @lllsaslll @loving-elvis @luluthesandgoose @mxrspng @mymamalife @nora-nexus-34 @powerofelvis @samfangirls @star-shard @troubleinapinksuit and my darling artemis, who is not on tumblr, but holds a special place in my heart regardless
i never expected to have followers, or an impromptu movie club, or even a blog to begin with. i certainly didn’t expect to end the year on a positive note. i am not someone who makes a habit of being particularly optimistic, but i dare to hope that maybe, just maybe, this next year will be better. to all of you reading this, wherever you are, may you find kindness and warmth and many blessings in 2023. may you eat well and heal and continue to grow. may you find comfort in the things you love, and may your new year be rich with the love and support of the ones you hold dear in your life, be it family, friends, or pets. whatever your year may have been, i hope it ends on a better note than it began on, and i look forward to not only sharing new films, but making new memories with all of you.
in the immortal words of elvis presley, "til we meet again, may god bless you. adios."
all my love to you,
🦁❤️
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trouble | austin!elvis au
wc 5,693
tw violence, sexuality (its the trouble performance so what do u expect)
Your first concert. A charity event, one that your best friend had scored tickets to seeing as her father worked for the foundation they were raising money for. Elvis Presley just so happened to be headlining the event, and seeing as you were his biggest fan right after Lucy, she knew you were the obvious choice to bring. The two of you had known each other forever, and fangirled over the controversial singer since the day you’d heard That’s All Right on the radio. Neither of you understood why the rest of your friends disliked him - he was so talented, charming, he sang so well, and was quite frankly the most handsome boy you’d ever laid eyes on. Not to mention, the way he moved… he had awoken feelings in you that you didn’t know were possible that day you’d watched him perform Hound Dog on live television. It seemed that after that show, his quite sexual style that he showcased in his performances disappeared. You watched him on the Steve Allen show as well, bundled up on the couch with Lucy that night. The two of you had waited all day for it to broadcast, only to be disappointed when he walked on stage in a tailcoat and sang to a dog, for Christ’s sake. Since that performance, every one that followed it was seemingly censored, and even just watching on your tv at home, you could tell the boy hated it as much as the rest of you.
When Lucy phoned you and surprised you with tickets to the charity event at Russwood Park, you were over the moon, and the two of you talked non-stop about it until the day finally came. You went over to Lucy’s house to get ready, and it was then that your best friend finally said what you’d both been thinking the last month or so.
“Y/N,” she’d started off hesitantly, her voice lowering as she dabbed on a few coats of blush to her cheeks. You sat on her bed, watching her get ready at her vanity. “Do you think… Do you think Elvis will be good tonight?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like–” she paused, lowering the brush she applied her makeup with, and turned around to face you. “Do you think he’ll go back to his old ways? With the dancing, and stuff?”
Oh. You knew exactly what she meant – you’d been wondering the same thing. “I hope so,” you answered, and it became obvious that the two of you understood each other. “He’s still good, but… I miss the old Elvis.”
“Me, too.”
The two of you finished getting ready and headed over to the stadium, the even was being held at the field for the Memphis Chicks baseball team. Lucy looked great, dressed in a green plaid dress, her hair pinned up. You were all dolled up as well, wearing a pink skirt and a white blouse with Oxfords on your feet. You had your hair curled to perfection, with the help of Lucy’s mom. The two of you looked wonderful, she had said right before you hopped into the car with Lucy’s father. He was a nice man, and was kind enough to get his daughter an extra ticket for you as well as drive you two to the event. Once you got there, it was packed, half of the stadium being full only because the other half was closed off at capacity.
“Where are our seats?” you asked Lucy, taking her hand as she led you onto the field. Onto the field? “No way…”
“Right up front!” Lucy looked back at you with a grin, and the look on your face was almost comedic, your jaw dropped. “Not necessarily up front, but it’s general admission, so it’s wherever we can fit.” You stuck to the side, walking against the rope that separated the coloured people from the whites, and glanced over. They were all dancing, laughing, having a good time, and you couldn’t help but smile. You never did understand the need for segregation, you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the idea of treating someone different just because they didn’t look like you. The crowd on your left looked a lot more fun than the one you were a part of, but you didn’t have too much time to think much on it as you almost lost your footing, getting pulled to the front by Lucy.
“We’re so close!” you gasped as the two of you found a safe spot, only a few rows of people separating you from the stage. Gripping both of her hands, you looked at Lucy with an excited smile. “This is unbelievable!”
“I know. I can’t believe my daddy got us these!” The two of you squealed in excitement, your heart racing more and more with each minute that went by, and before you knew it, a man stepped on stage and the crowd roared loudly. The man announced that Elvis Presley would be coming out, and if you thought the screams were loud before, you were in for a surprise when everyone laid eyes on the boy of the hour. He was standing off to the side, halfway up the stairs, bent over as he spoke to some man below him. He was dressed in all black, his tie red as the only accent on colour on him, and when he began walking across the stage, a guitar hanging from over his shoulder, you felt your breath escape you.
“Oh my God, it’s him!” Lucy was squeezing your hand as tight as she could, and the way your heart picked up in your chest, you were sure it was lethal.
Everyone was cheering, girls around you were losing their minds, and when he stepped up to the microphone and looked out into the crowd, you found yourself praying to the heavens above that he would notice you in the sea of fans. You knew it was silly, even childish to think such a thing, but the excited teenage girl inside of you had the littlest bit of faith.
“There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis.” At his words, everyone booed. “And of course, that other guy…” He lifted a hand, wiggling his pinky finger in the air. “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog … cryin’ all the time.” He couldn’t sing the lyrics without letting out a chuckle, and you and Lucy cheered excitedly. That was your favourite song.
His laugh into the microphone was like music to your ears, and to see him smiling as he did so had your stomach twisting and turning. His voice was so deep and husky as he spoke into the microphone and projected out of the speakers all around the stadium. You’d never heard him in real life, only over the radio, your record player, or on tv at home. In person was so much different – he was so much different. Taller than you expected, leaner and much more handsome. You were sure every girl surrounding you was feeling the same way as you, overwhelmed by his perfectness.
“There’s a lot of people saying a lot of things,” he said, looking up into the night sky as he spoke, his hand wrapped around the mic. “Of course you gotta listen to the people that you love…” He looked off to the right, and you followed his gaze, wondering if his own family was here at the show. “But in the end you gotta listen to yourself.”
Screams erupted at that, and it wasn’t a long pause before he gripped the microphone stand harder and said, “So I want you to know those New York people ain’t gonna change me none!” Elvis lifted the guitar off his back, moving to place it on top of the piano at the edge of the stage. He muttered something to one of his band members before grabbing the microphone again, and in a deep, aggressive voice he yelled, “I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!”
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of wild cheers and screams, and you froze in your sport, palms clammy and your heart pounding in your chest. Lucy squeezed your hand tightly, squealing as excitement took over both of you.
The first note of the song came as a loud bang of the guitar, and everyone around you went wild. “If you’re lookin’ for trouble … you came to the right place.” You’d never heard this song before, he must’ve been saving it for this show. “If you’re lookin’ for trouble … just look right in my face.”
You watched Elvis put all that he had into performing the song. He was singing with so much passion and aggression, his body moving in ways that were definitely unholy and if they weren’t illegal, he sure was making them. The crowd was going crazy and you were getting pushed every which way as girls around you tried to claw their way to the front, some of them even attempting to climb on stage. At one point, Lucy stepped into a spot by the barricade of officers, and she reached for your hand to pull you up with her. You were in the front row, and the boy you’d dreamt about since hearing his first song on the radio was just a few feet away from you.
You felt like you were dreaming.
“I’m only made out … of flesh, blood and bones,” he sang. Lucy dragged you with her off to the side, away from the officers where one girl was leaning her entire upper half onto the stage. “But if you’re gonna start a rumble don’t you try it out alone!” Elvis swivelled his hips, swinging himself up onto his toes before he dropped down to his knees, right in front of you, and pushed his pelvis up into the air only inches away from your face.
“Because I’m… evil.” Suddenly, Elvis was reaching for you, his fingers wrapping around your jaw as he leaned in as close as a man has ever been to you, and the way his dark, cloudy eyes stared into you had your knees buckling. “My middle name is misery.” You could feel his breath fanning on your face as he sang, his close proximity causing your mind to grow foggy as you took in his scent, his cologne suffocating you in the best way.
The boy was so close to you, his slender fingers grasping onto your jaw in a bruising manner but you were completely okay with it. He was leaning down, his lips so close to yours, and you were almost sure he was about to connect them before he suddenly pushed himself back up, shooting a look in your direction as he walked backwards across the stage. “Well I’m evil,” he sang, never breaking eye contact, until he dropped the stand of his microphone, catching it just before it hit the ground. He leaned down, holding the mic up to his lips. “So don’t you mess around with me.”
You took the rest of the song to recover, and thankfully he didn’t really return to your section otherwise you were sure you would disintegrate into the grass below you. You couldn’t believe what had just happened, and apparently, neither could Lucy, as your best friend grabbed both of your shoulders, turning you to her as she screamed. “Elvis Presley just touched you!”
“I know.” You were in shock, your fingers reaching up to ghost over the place where his had last been, and suddenly you were pulled out of your trance by the crowd shifting, and you had been bumped a few rows back with Lucy right beside you. The magical moment was over, unfortunately, and the show went on as girls threw themselves at him left and right. The guards standing in front of the stage tried their very best to hold everyone back, but as Elvis turned his performance and lewd movements up a notch, all hell seemed to break loose.
He was lying on the floor, thrusting his hips up against the microphone stand as he sang, rolling around and feeling the music overtake his body. He moved to the other side of the stage, grabbing the statue of a dog that sat in the corner, and hugged it to his side as he sang to it.
His acts became more and more deranged, the intensity and passion of the music getting to his head as he threw himself into the crowd. Fans left and right tried to get ahold of him, and he climbed back onto the stage, crawling across the floor and he reached for the mic and screamed the rest of the lyrics. It was absolute chaos, and you were overwhelmed at how fast the show had gotten completely out of hand. You could see at the edge of the crowd, police officers were beating people with their batons, mainly the coloured people that had escaped the restraints of their designated section, and your stomach dropped at the sight. You felt like you were going to be sick, and as you turned to point out the acts of violence to Lucy, you realized she was gone.
Elvis wasn’t even singing now, he was being tackled by security guards up on the stage, but you paid the singer no mind as you looked for your friend throughout the crowd. In the corner of your eye, you saw a group of girls climbing onto the stage, and thankfully recognized one of them in her green dress. “Lucy!” you shouted, pushing your way to the front. The crowd was getting violent, elbows were thrown and you’d nearly caught one in the face as you got shoved forward. “Lucy!”
She glanced over at you, screaming your name as she reached out her hand down to you. You took it, letting her pull you up and escape the angry hoard of fans. It was then that you realized how bad this truly was – officers were trying to usher you and the rest of the girls off stage while they held Elvis back as well. He looked angry, his face red and dewy with sweat, the veins in his forehead along with up the side of his neck popping out of his skin while he pushed back against the men.
“Elvis!” a few of the girls called out, and suddenly, you felt a body collide with yours, and then you were on the floor of the stage. Your vision went blurry and a sharp pain shot up your legs when your knees hit the hard surface.
“Don’t fucking touch her!” a masculine voice yelled out, and you’d barely caught it before feeling a metal baton hit your side harshly, winding you slightly as you collapsed to the ground. Because of the pain, you blocked everything out – whatever you saw, anything you could hear, any presences around you; it was all black as you laid on the cool surface below you. It wasn’t until you felt someone grab your hand and pull you away that your vision came back, and you saw Lucy standing above you.
“Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?”
“Hey, hey, hey – is she alright?” If it weren’t for the haze that your eyes were casted in, you could’ve swore you saw Elvis Presley making his way over, his hand reaching out for you. Except your vision couldn’t have made out the way his touch felt on your cheek, and it was then that you finally blinked away all the tears in your eyes, and clearly saw the scene in front of you. Elvis Presley, with his hand on the side of your face, a look of concern cast over his features as well as splatters of blood and bruises, his hair damp and his skin sweaty as he knelt in front of you.
“You all right, darlin’?”
Whether it was the shock from the beating, or from the boy of your dreams right in front of you, you couldn’t seem to make up the words to answer.
“Elvis! Elvis!” Throughout the sudden bliss you’d found yourself in, there was still a riot happening all around you, and as more police officers tried to rip Elvis away, you realized he’d broken away from his restraints to help you. A girl he knew nothing about, not even your name, and he had focused his attention on helping you rather than escaping the cops after him.
Lucy was quick to get you to your feet, her arm around your shoulders as she pulled you in the direction of a safer area, not caring too much about the man that had caused all this commotion. But you did, and you glanced back over your shoulder to see Elvis, his all black attire standing out in a sea of white uniforms, his body squirming under their hold as he tried desperately to get free.
“Get off’a me!” he yelled, pulling an arm free from one of the officers to push another one away, and you watched as he pointed out towards the crowd. “Mama, you get in the car!” Your gaze followed over to where he was looking, and saw an older woman trying to break free of the officers as well, worry written across her face as she screamed out for her son. Elvis was captured again, but he was quick to retaliate back as he swung a punch out, hitting one of the men square in the nose. He had managed to rid himself of the officers, but you knew there’d be more. And so did he, but he managed to look over at you frantically, checking to make sure you had made it out alright.
“Y/N, come on!” Lucy tugged you along, and you found yourself having to break eye contact with the boy as you followed your friend. With one last glance, you watched as the boy was shoved into the back of a police car, and when the door was slammed shut on him you turned back around, a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in leaving your lips. “We gotta get outta here!”
About two days had gone by since the concert, and to say you hadn’t fully processed it would be an understatement. Lucy and her father had taken you to the hospital that night to get you checked out, since apparently you’d taken a pretty brutal beating – Lucy reinformed you of the events from that night, since you had blacked out after the first collision with the officer, and from what she told you, you were surprised you weren’t hurt more. A broken rib, they’d diagnosed you with at the hospital, and some internal bruising, but that was it. Everyone was saying how lucky you were, but you only began to think so a few nights later when the boy who had caused it all showed up on your doorstep.
“Y/N, honey, there’s a visitor for you,” your mother said as she peeked into your bedroom. You’d spent the last two days in there, curled up with a book as the doctor advised you take the next week to rest. Lucy had stopped by once to check on you but that was it – you assumed it was her again, but you were a little confused why she’d be visiting you so late at night. Her daddy had a strict curfew of eight pm, and it was hours past that.
Standing in your foyer was the dark haired boy you thought you’d never see again, Elvis Presley. He was dressed in all black, dress pants and a long sleeved button up, which did nothing to attend to the name as it was popped open halfway down his chest. His hair was styled messy, a few strands falling across his forehead, and as you took the final step down the stairs, you noticed the cut on his lip and bruising around his cheek.
“My God,” you mumbled, not at the fact that the Elvis Presley was standing in your home but at the sight of the boy from the events of two nights before. “They really hurt you, didn’t they?”
“I could say the same for you,” he said, the Southern drawl of his voice causing your heart rate to pick up, much like it did the other night when you’d laid eyes on him for the first time. “Took me a while to find you. I, I–” He raised a hand to the back of his neck, casting his gaze down nervously. “I couldn’t sleep, not knowin’ how you were doin’.”
Although it was beating rapidly in your chest, your heart seemed to be swelling up, as well, at the thought of Elvis caring so much about you. You wondered how he found you, not even knowing your name, but you pushed the thought to the side as you hugged your arms close to your chest. “You worried that much?”
“Of course. What they did to you was… was horrible, darlin’.” The nickname had your stomach twisting, but not as much as it did when he stepped closer to you. Suddenly, you were aware of the fact that your mother and father were in the room next to you, and you interrupted the boy to lead him outside. Soon enough, you sat on your porch in the dark of the night, his knee knocking against yours as you resided on the front steps, sitting oddly close together. The porch light was on as well as the lamps lining your street, but that was about it for light. It was pitch black out, and you wondered what he was doing wandering around at night looking for you.
“I wanted to come here and apologize, most importantly,” Elvis had said, holding your hands as you stared up at the boy. His eyes were much different now than they were when you were staring into them just the other day – they were dark, then, and dangerous. Now as you admired them, the porch light above you casting a shadow over his face, a beautiful shade of blue took them on, his irises sparkling when he looked down at you. “What happened to you was my fault, and although I don’t regret a thing I did for my career, I do curse myself everyday for lettin’ that happen to ya. I shouldn’t’a let it get that bad, and–”
“Elvis,” you said, cutting him off, and the boy closed his mouth as he let you speak. “It’s okay. I didn’t get hurt too bad.”
“But you could’ve, and it’s my responsibility to keep you safe. I’m sure you and your friend paid a hefty amount o’ money to come see me perform, and knowin’ that I put y’all in danger just by bein’ there–” The worry and concern on his face was something that you wish you could keep in your memory forever. Elvis was truly such a kind-hearted, sweet and caring man, and it hurt your heart knowing that he’d gone the last two days in pain from worrying so much about you.
“You did what you had to do,” you said, and the words that left your lips had a confused expression replacing the previous one on Elvis’s face. “That performance was amazing, and I’m glad I got to see it. Even if I did end up gettin’ hurt at the end.” You gave him a soft smile, and Elvis squeezed your hands. “That’s what everyone came to see, the real Elvis. No one wants to see you all dressed up singin’ to a damn dog.”
Elvis smiled widely at your words, chuckling as he looked over at you. “You know, you’re the first person to tell me the truth in a long while.”
“Well I’m glad I could help,” you said with a nod, and Elvis reached a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Elvis?” The boy hummed, his eyes fixated on his fingers twirling in your hair. “For what it’s worth, I… I really like the real Elvis.”
His eyes darted back to meet yours, and the shy smile toying on your lips enticed a wicked grin on his. “You do?”
“Mhm,” you nodded. “He’s unlike any other.”
His smirk had butterflies in your stomach, and you watched as the outline of his tongue moved to poke his cheek. “Well, thank you, darlin’.” His hand dropped from your hair, down to the ground beneath him as he leaned back onto his elbows, his legs extending as he crossed them at the ankles. He relaxed into himself, looking out into the dark before tilting his head to the side, gazing up at you. “You know, they’re sendin’ me to the army.”
Your eyes widened as you looked at the boy, not a trace of sarcasm or any joking manner to be found in his features. “What?”
He nodded, and you found your heart sinking in your chest. “It’s either that, or jail. I don’t think I’d do too well there,” he said with a chuckle, but you didn’t find it funny at all. “And who knows, maybe the service’ll be good for me. The Colonel says it’ll be like a fresh start. Clean cut, all-American boy for when I come back.” You had no clue who this Colonel fellow was, but you couldn’t disagree with him more. Elvis looked up at you, his eyes darting between yours in search of some sign of something. “What you thinkin’, baby?”
“I’m thinkin’ this Colonel guy’s a damn fool.”
At that, Elvis laughed. It was a throw-your-head-back, deep from the belly type of laugh, and if you weren’t so damn mad at the thought of him being sent across seas as punishment, you would’ve admired the sound. “A lotta people been tellin’ me that lately.” He looked down at his shoes, black and white and shiny and expensive-looking, tapping the toes together as he spoke. “He knows what’s best for me, though. He brought me this far.”
“Mr. Presley, if I may,” you started politely, placing a hand over his as you looked at him. “That was all you.”
The boy looked at you now, his lips pressed into a firm line as he took in your words. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, and it was beautiful how pensive the boy was, his eyes narrowing into yours. It took him a few moments to answer, but when he did, it was nothing what you expected.
“Where have you been all my life, Y/N Y/L/N?”
Jesus, was your heart being put through the ringer today. It had nearly stopped beating altogether at his question, and your eyebrows twitched inwards as you stuttered nervously. “What?”
“I’ve never met anyone like you.” His words were genuine, you could tell, and the look he was giving you, eyes never leaving yours for the past three minutes, had you convinced that he really meant what he said.
“Well–” you stammered, and it took all of the confidence gathered within you to muster your next words. “Well I’d hope not.” Elvis smiled at this, and he laughed to himself a bit before finally breaking eye contact and staring back down at his shoes.
“You ever been in love, Y/N?”
Confused, you furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m sorry?”
“I thought I was in love, once.” The boy was talking to the air, his head leaning back as he looked up at the sky and the stars. “Dixie Locke. She was my girlfriend back when I was just startin’ out. I thought I loved her – Hell, it just took me the last couple o’ days to figure out I didn’t.”
“If you’ll forgive me,” you said, “I don’t got a clue what you’re gettin’ at, Mr. Presley.”
Elvis smiled, rolling his head over to look at you, not quite moving the rest of his body. The smile on his lips was lazy, relaxed, and the expression in his eyes was the same. It was like there wasn’t a care in the world that he had. Despite half the country wanting to throw him in jail, his awaited shipment off to the service, and everything else the most famous man in the world would have to worry about, there wasn’t a concern in mind when it came to Elvis in that moment.
“I didn’t know what love was ‘til I met you, Y/N.”
Your mouth ran dry.
“I didn’t mean for it to be you, when I grabbed you that night, sang to you. It was like you fell right into my lap, all helpless and pretty and innocent. I thought you were gorgeous.” He wasn’t even speaking to you, more to himself as he recounted the night, looking back out off the porch. “Still do. Most beautiful girl I ever seen. And then everything happened and I– When I saw you,” Elvis looked over at you again, “I melted. Those goddamned police officers had me, but then I watched you get hit and I just… I saw red. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My God, Y/N, I’d never been so damn angry in my life.”
You listened to him silently, your hands in your lap while you watched him display every emotion he felt that night on his face while he told you the story from his perspective.
“They got mad at me for makin’ sure you were all right,” he said, and you assumed he was talking about his crew, the people he associated with, “but it was like I was possessed, or somethin’. All I could think about was you, and I wanted to stay with ya longer ‘n’ make sure you were okay, but I got snatched up by those damned officers again. Soon as they let me go I went searchin’ for ya.” Elvis laughed as he admitted that, and he was relieved to look over and see you smiling at the tale. “Took a while, but… I got to ya.”
“I don’t…” You were blushing, smiling shyly as he stared on at you. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t gotta say nothin’,” he said, reaching a hand up to cup your face, the pad of his thumb smoothing over your cheek gently. “I just needed to find ya, make sure you were alright.” There was a moment of silence, filled with the adoring looks the two of you poured into one another’s gaze, until Elvis spoke up again. “You know, it’s funny.”
“What is?”
“How fast I booked it outta there when Billy told me they’d found you.” Elvis smiled, his hand still on your cheek as he remembered the scene that took place less than an hour prior. “I was sittin’ at home, talkin’ with the Colonel, and Mama and Daddy about the war. I got my draft letter and Mama was just wailin’ – Oh, she was goin’ on about how I can’t go to Germany, and everyone was arguin’. Then Cousin Billy came runnin’ in – I’d never felt such excitement in my life. He told me they’d found your friend’s daddy and tracked you down. I swear on my mama, Y/N, I ain’t never drove faster in my life tryin’ to get to ya.”
The smile on your lips stretched wide and Elvis grinned, grabbing your hand as he lifted it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “It felt like the end o’ the world ‘til I finally found ya.”
“You’re a real charmer,” you mumbled, blushing as Elvis continued to press kisses up your hand, around to your wrist, “you know that?”
He hummed, leaning onto his side now as he met your eyes once more. He was propped up on his elbows, holding your hand in both of his, his lips dancing around your fingers as he stared up at you adoringly. You nearly had to pinch yourself at the occurring event – Elvis Presley was sitting on your porch, leaving kisses all over your skin, confessing his love for you. Two days ago and you wouldn’t have even dreamed of this; it all seemed so out of reach.
“What are you thinkin’ about, baby?” he asked you, for the second time that night, and you smiled small as you gave your answer.
“You.”
You watched as he enclosed his bottom lip between his teeth, keeping the smirk he had growing at bay. “You’re a real charmer, you know that?” he teased, using your own words against you, and at the blush spreading across your cheeks you smacked him on the arm lightly. “Will you write me when I’m in Germany?”
The recurring knowledge of his departure hit you like a freight train, and the sight of the frown twitching at your lips didn’t escape him as Elvis squeezed your hand. “Only two years, baby. Then I’ll come home to ya.”
You had a hard time finding the comfort in his words as you were focused on the seven hundred and thirty days you’d have to go without him. “I’ll write to you everyday.”
He smiled, moving his free hand back to cup your cheek. “And you ain’t better find no other man to treat you while I’m away. You hear me, little one?”
You nod, falling into his touch, and it’s when you begin to close your eyes that Elvis sits back up, stirring you from your trance as he pulls you forward. As quick as you opened your eyes, you were closing them again when his lips fell on yours, inhabiting them with his sweet taste and the familiar smell of his cologne you’d been dreaming about since the last time he’d had you this close.
His lips were soft, glistening and swollen when you pulled away to catch your breath. Elvis held you close as he rested his forehead against yours. “Been dreamin’ about that since the moment I saw you,” he mumbled, and you smiled as you closed your eyes, taking in his voice, his scent, the warmth still on your lips after the kiss. “I’ll write you soon as I get there, my girl.”
“I’ll be waitin’, Mr. Presley.”
It was a short goodbye, he’d kissed you once more before heading down your driveway and hopping in his purple Cadillac. With a sad but excited feeling nestled in your chest, you headed back inside, only to be met with both of your parents standing in the living room, waiting.
“Sorry, Mama. And Daddy.” You looked sheepish as you closed the door behind you, leaning up against it as you read the looks on both your parents’ faces. Your father looked upset, whereas your mother, you knew, wasn’t mad at all. “He’s bein’ sent off to the service. Germany, for two years.”
“Good. I don’t wanna see that boy around you again,” your father said gruffly, and you gulped, nodding as you looked down. You heard his foot steps retreat and it was your mother’s clear of her throat that had you glancing upward.
“Don’t listen to your father. I think he’s a nice boy,” she said, and you smiled. “Very kind of him, to come all this way to check on you. That shows a lot of character. If your father knew the full story I’m sure he’d agree.”
“Thanks, Mama.”
“And he’s a real cute one, isn’t he?” She moved to look out the window, peering through the curtains but becoming disappointed after seeing he’d left already. “That’s a shame he won’t be around for a while. I’ve always sorta liked that Presley boy.”
“Yeah,” you smiled. “Me too.”
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the way the budapest series has me spiralling like i am screaming crying throwing up at their chemistry and the smut is so good like they're perfect i'm gonna jump into oncoming traffic for them
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but also u might be mad at me for the last part
i’m having thots
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SHATTERED LOVE.
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Sebastian Kydd angst prompt requested by @cvpidspearl <3 also wrote this for @mamaspresley because our boy Sebastian needs more attention 🫶🏻
prompt : Sebastian sleeps with someone else when you’re on a tiny break and you find out.
warnings : mentions of cheating, angst into fluff?? i normally didn’t wanna make the reader take him back but can’t resist, mentions of image insecurities, sebastian is sorta a dick. sorry i needed my sad out </3 i hope this was okay !!
A/N: i might make a part 2 smut/fluff for this, lmk if you’d be interested!
sorry y’all… <3 i’ll make it up to you soon
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Being away from your boyfriend for even a few days was itching at your throat. Three days to be exact. You knew you went on a break for a reason; you had gotten into a silly little fight and both of you let your emotions get the better. Maybe it had been for the best that you pulled back to focus on yourself but you couldn’t stop from thinking about him. For months, your every little thought had been Sebastian. How gentle he constantly was with you, how he tiptoed past his own internal struggles to make yours go away, how he made sure even on your off days when battling with your insecurities a much better day. How in love he had seemed to be with you, you loved his sneaky glances that you noticed every time, he looked so in love. The more you thought, the more you regretted even agreeing that you had to go on a break. You didn’t care if he put his own feelings aside to help you focus on yourself.
You didn’t think about your actions in the slightest when you suddenly decided you’d try to get him back somehow. Hell, you didn’t even bother changing your clothes, just slipping on a pair of biker shorts over your legs, keeping an oversized sweatshirt to dawn over your frame. Your makeup was only lightly touched up, just swiping desperately to wipe off the black clumps of mascara under your eyes, reapplying where you messed it up from your tears hours before.
You shoved your phone in the front pocket of your light gray sweatshirt, picking up your car keys from the doorway. You didn’t acknowledge the voice that called after you, your dad, asking where the hell you had to get going to at this hour especially in his words ‘dressed like a bum’, just stepped out the front door. You took one last humming breath as you turned the keys, starting your car’s engine and taking off from the curb. You hoped he missed you the way you had, hoped he couldn’t have seen anyone else without seeing your face just as you were. You knew what you were doing was equally as dangerous, the risks that went with an unknown visit, but your heart didn’t care no matter what your brain screamed behind it.
You didn’t have much more time to think about your actions in full before you were in his driveway, not even lasting a second until the engine was off and you were at his door. You managed to finally hesitate before your white pressed knuckles threw up to knock on the door. Waiting.. and waiting made you feel small, you were too close to turning on your heels and just going back home when the door latches open within perfect timing. He looks rushed, outfit thrown together. You were pretty sure his shirt had been inside out, your heart leaping in your chest and threatening to fall out from thumping against your chest so incredibly hard.
“Y/N..” Sebastian’s face was flushed, cold almost as if he had seen only a ghost in front of him. The smile that started to creep on your lips disappeared as you soon realized why he had looked so caught. Because he was. A tinier frame ghosted from the hallway behind him, your face falling and your heart thumping now at a wild pace. Your lips pursed, hitching a breath as tears brimmed your eyes. Your break hadn’t even lasted for a week yet it took him no time at all to find nightly company.
His hand reached out to touch your arm but you were quick to swat his touch away, a small tear slipping past your eyes and down your pale cheeks. “G… Get away from me.” Was all you could find to speak in that moment. Your voice was small, enough to break the boy in front of you into pieces. He never saw you like this, yet here he was being the cause of such a heart-wrenching emotion.
Your feet carried you, you weren’t sure how fast you were going but you got in your car within seconds, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your hands were clutching the wheel, head draped over the middle of the blue covered material. You thanked your past self for doing the tackiest thing of making your steering wheel cover the first one you saw in the mall. A fluffy baby blue one with sparkled bundles squeezed along the sides. You didn’t even notice as the girl was rushed out the door, running to get out of the house right as she was yelled at to. Didn’t notice the footsteps as the neared your car door, either, until you heard a small tap on your window.
Your cheeks were swollen red along with your lips, eyes an angry shade of bloodshot. You didn’t realize you had been pouring your heart around around this point. Numb to any background noise except for the constant ringing heard faintly in your ears. You shook your head at your once boyfriend’s pleaded face for you to roll down your window, head dipping back down onto the surface of the fluffed wheel.
You hadn’t noticed your car was still unlocked from the outside, let alone did you notice Sebastian slip into the passengers seat, a hand placed firm but unsure on your shoulder. “Baby..” He cooed but your hand was fast to raise up and cut him off, choking on sobs as your head raised to look at him.
“When you.. you wanted to go on a break I thought.. I thought.” You shook your head slowly. His heart broke every second you stuttered over your words. “I thought you’d at least.. at least tell me you were gonna’ see other people.” You rambled, a permanent quiver hinted in your voice. You didn’t know how to exactly feel. You knew it had for all been a break, you expected at least stolen glances and maybe a little flirting from time to time. It was Sebastian after all, but you didn’t know, hell you never imagined him to actually act upon his urges for anyone other than you. He had promised and he just.. broke such a sacred thing to you, he knew how you held promises a bit too dear to your heart. It’s one of the things that he adored, or at least he told you he adored. You weren’t so sure about it now. You weren’t so sure about anything.
His grip only seemed to tighten its hold on your shoulder. You wanted too bad to swat his touch away, never to feel his hands burn into your skin, but something inside of you couldn’t. It wouldn’t feel right if you did. You hated the feeling. Even more than you hated him. “I - I wasn’t thinking, baby. I missed you. I was trying, trying to drown out that feeling.” He despised the words as they rambled from his mouth, running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit. One you learned to fall in love with, your heart beginning to beat a mile a minute at his small nervous ticks. He wasn’t helping in the slightest.
You couldn’t speak up and say what you wanted to. You wanted to curse him, to tell him how much you trusted him and that you felt utterly stupid for doing just that. Yet, all that you could do was nod slowly. You’re sure you looked like a mess when you raised your head from the surface once again, finding the tiniest bit of stolen breath to scruff up pure word vomit. “I can’t believe..” You forced out, one of Sebastian’s hands cradling your cheek. His eyes were softened, blue orbs filled with panic as he waited for you to continue.
“Seb..” You cried out. You couldn’t finish your sentence, his hand burned. His touch burned. Your heart burned. Everything burned. What was a once cooling car turned into a filled sauna as your eyes finally met his ice ones. The ones you fell in love with.
“Oh, lovebug. I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry..” He whispered, his eyes brimmed with fresh tears as his orbs searched your own. Desperately trying to find any happiness in them for the moment. Your exhausted eyes fluttered closed, practically resting your head on his hand.
You had no idea what to say. To forgive him. You had no clue if you even wanted to forgive him, let alone forget what you saw so easily. You let out a shaky sigh, your eyes opening slightly so you could look him in the eyes for the first time that hour.
“I-It’s gonna take a while for me to trust you again.” You hiccuped. Oh, you hated your heart. You hated always following it. You hated how easy you were to forgive, how much harder it was to forget the idea of your boyfriend with someone else. You hated your impulse decisions. How in love you were with him to be so clouded.
“Of course, baby. Of course.. Let’s get inside and clean that pretty face up.”
As he opened the car door, rushing over to your side to take your hand, you knew. You were gonna regret your decisions in the morning.
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𝐈 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re just a hitch hiker trying to escape the small town you grew up in. Life is out there waiting for you, but never did you think it would take you to Los Angeles. There is word of a group for people like you who want a place to belong. If only you knew…
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Austin!Tex Watson x fem!reader
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MINORS DNI! This includes depictions of murder and very quick mention of sexual assault. mentions of blood, violence, breaking and entering, trespassing, mentions of being in a cult. CHARLES MANSON AND THE MANSON FAMILY! use of a gun, mentions of murder, murder scene, super angsty and super dark! extremely violent
I’ve been writing this for over two months now and am finally proud to put this out. This is super dark and very tense if you can not handle that please do not interact. you’ve been warned. I need more Tex Watson in my life but this one is for you @mamaspresley @karamelcoveredolicity
You gripped your arm tightly as the blood dripped from your fingers. Panting you stood by the poolside looking into the water. That once clear blue liquid slowly faded as the harsh dark red color infused it. You hadn’t heard the footsteps behind you, yet when his larger hand was placed on the small of your back you didn’t react in the slightest. The clang of metal hitting the concrete sounded out beside you, your eyes catching the silver of the gun just from the corner.
“He’ll never hurt you again…” Tex’s hoarse voice said to you. Looking up at him you could see the bruises already beginning to form around his neck, blood and bruising showed all over his face. His hands and arms were stained with blood. Was it his or someone else’s? You weren’t sure, but what did it matter. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked, motioning to your arm. You shrugged, nowhere else hurt. The knife wound didn't exactly hurt, you could just feel the faint throb as the blood gushed from it.
Reaching out he held your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that were flowing down your cheeks. “Shh, darlin’ you’re safe now. I told you I’d always protect you, didn't I? We’re goin’ somewhere far from here, just you and me.” You sniffled and gave him a little nod. Leaning in Tex pulled you close and gently pressed his lips against yours. The metallic taste of iron from his busted bottom lip seeped into the kiss. It didn’t matter though, you had him and he had you and Charlie was dead.
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You grew up in a small town in Tennessee. The population was a little less than 300 with no chance for opportunity unless you were to become a farmer. When you turned 19 you packed one small backpack of clothes and some necessities, said goodbye to your mama, and set out on the road. You wanted to do something, wanted to be someone but you knew you couldn’t do that in Tennessee. Over a year later you had traveled all across America, almost making it to Canada at one point hitchhiking. Yet you ended up in Los Angeles, California.
You were standing out on the corner of Sunset Boulevard with your thumb out in the air, hoping someone would pick you up. To your luck, a blue pickup truck pulled up next to you. Watching as the passenger window was rolled down, you moved in closer to see the driver. You were met with big soft blue eyes and a heart-throbbing smile. His head was ducked down just enough to see you, causing his shoulder-length brown hair to cascade over his shoulders and fall
carelessly around his face.
“Where are you headed to?” he asked his soft southern drawl peeking through his words. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth gently you leaned into the car pushing your head into the window ever so slightly. “Down to San Fernando, heard there’s a group out there that might take me in. Don’t need you to take me all the way, just as far as you wanna.” your voice was bubbly and warm. One thing you found helped along your travels was to be as inviting as possible. Be it by your tone of voice or the things you wore the more inviting, the more people wanted to take you with them.
“Are you talkin’ about that Spahn Ranch?”
Nodding cautiously, you hoped that area had been good and he wouldn’t turn you away. “Funny you’d be goin’, I’m actually headin’ that way myself. We can go together.” with that he sat up unlocking the door. You let out a slight shriek of happiness quickly moving over to the bench on the corner and scooped up your knit bag. Opening the side door you got in and set your bag on the floorboard of the car.
The man was much larger than from outside the vehicle. His legs were long and built, you could tell because of the way his jeans hugged his thighs and his boots clung to his claves. Your eyes met his face as he began to drive, noticing the way his slight facial hair accentuated his jawline. He was a handsome man no doubt about it, this you decided was good in case he wanted something in return for driving you.
“I’m Tex by the way. Tex Watson.” his eyes returned your gaze from the side with a smile. A warm tinge bit at your cheeks from the embarrassment of getting caught. Smiling bashfully you held eye contact with him for a moment,” Well thank you so much for picking me up Mr. Tex. I’m Y/N.”
“Oh don’t mention it, jus’ glad I could offer some help.”. The ride there was long, about an hour from where you had been picked up. You two talked almost the whole time. At first, it was small talk and by the time the sign for Spahn Ranch came into view he was laughing at a story you told him through your cross-country travels. You started to get quiet as your surroundings finally registered. The orange mountains that engulfed the little ranch made everything seem so small. That wasn’t the only thing off about this place, the closer you got to the ranch the more people started to show up. A few here and there at first and then an almost swarm of people at the barn and by the house.
The most eerie thing of it all, was how many girls there were. You could count the number of men you saw on your left hand, including Tex. You could feel your body tense as the girls began to notice the truck, a few of them running towards it waving their hands and giggling. The man beside you looked over picking up on your timidness. “It’s okay, they ain’t goin’ to hurt you. I promise,” he reassured. For some reason, the words from this stranger made a sense of relief wash over you. Before you could give any indication of understanding he parked the truck, turned it off, and stepped out.
You followed picking your bag off the floor and slipping to the dusty ground. “Tex, you brought us a new friend!” a girl no older than 16 said coming up to you. “Welcome to Spahn Ranch. I’m Squeaky. Let me take your bag.” an older woman said coming up to you and reaching out to take your things. Two more girls were talking to you at the same time starting to pull you away from the car. It was so overwhelming you could barely get a word in, your head turned looking over your shoulder at the man who brought you here. His eyes locked with yours and he nodded gently to you before you were pulled away fully.
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That night you had been fed and bathed, given new clothes, and a room to share for the night. Sitting on the mattress of the floor you were getting your hair braided by a young girl with a head of hair so orange it looked as though she had been dipped in the colors of the setting sun. The two of you were listening to a Beatles record when a man no taller than 5’8 walked into the room. The girl sitting behind you immediately stood and left the room. You could feel your heart pound against your ribcage as the two of you were left alone. He stood near the door for a moment looking over you without saying a word.
Before the silence became too alarming he walked over to you with a warm smile, crouching down on the floor in front of you. “Hello, I’m Charles Manson. You can call me Charlie.” his voice was soft and inviting. It took you off guard as the voice that came from this man did not fit what was being portrayed. “I’m Y/N…” your voice was meek and timid showing your uncomfort. “No need to be afraid little rabbit, I won’t hurt you.” his hand reached out to your face, pushing a stray hair that had fallen from your braid behind your ear.
Your body tensed at his touch, his hand lingering against the skin on your cheek. “I run things around here. I’m just here to make sure you won’t be a threat to our home. But you seem harmless… isn’t that right?” you nodded in response looking away from him. Retracting his hand he set it on his knees standing. “I’d like for you to be a part of this if you want to stay. I think you would be a great addition. Mouse will run you through how we go about things if you decide to stay. We are a community here and we all help each other out. This is a good home with good people, I think you’d fit right in.”
The words you wanted to say got caught in your throat so you sufficed with a quick “Thank you Charlie.” and with that, he gave you a nod and left. Your interaction with this strange man and this strange place did not sit easy with you the rest of the night.
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A month had gone by and you were finally settled into a home. The ranch had become a final resting spot and the people slowly became your family. You quickly learned how things worked around there, much like a commune where everyone had their own job to complete every day, and in return for work, you got a roof over your head and food in your belly. It was also explained to you that there were only a few men to help out with the things the women couldn’t do.
Due to Charles being the main person in charge he made it clear that the men could not touch the woman unless going through him first. This you did not question as you did not want to jeopardize your living situation. But this didn’t stop you and Tex from finding ways to see each other. Since that first day of arrival, the two of you had been inseparable. He always knew where you were or what you were doing and you knew the same of his whereabouts. You both volunteered together on off-lot missions as well as around the ranch maintenance. At meal times the two of you would sit together separate from the group. You’d grown rather fond of his company and you could feel the tension grow between the two of you with each meeting.
Tex Watson was Charlie’s second hand, and with your presence, the man was starting to notice the lack of concentration the taller man had for his most pressing matters. So the first day of Tex’s absence left a bad taste in your mouth. You tried not to think much of it, but soon days passed and then weeks. The work that was given to you on the ranch became more physically taxing and the women began to outcast you. You had been prohibited from joining the weekly congregation in the main house and were given the scraps of anything left be it food, fresh water, bathing time, etc.
Leaning against the hoe you held in your hand, you swiped the sweat from your forehead. The hot summer California sun beating down on you. Today’s task was tilling land to get ready for fall gardening. Looking across the ranch towards the entrance you saw a strange large van drive up the way. When it came to a stop you were quick to point out Charlie climbing down the passenger’s side. The back doors opened and five men exited, not one face was familiar until a sixth final body turned from closing the doors.
You felt your heart thud against your ribcage, nearly losing your grip on the tool in your hand. His eyes found yours across the way and you lifted your hand in his direction to give a gentle wave. A very faint smile crossed his lips for a short moment, but before he could return the gesture Charlie was tugging on his shirt sleeve to pull him along.
By dinner, you had washed up and were sitting down next to a new member who did not speak. The two of you sat in silence as the girls and men around you chatted. Staring down at your plate with your chin resting in your left hand, you pushed the food around with your fork. At the sound of footsteps approaching the table, your gaze shifted to follow the sound. There he stood, a few feet to your left looking at you. The once happy peaceful dazzle in his blue eyes had faded, a grim fearful look now clouded them. The circles under his eyes had caused them to sink in slightly and you could tell by the way he was carrying himself that he had been eating poorly.
You’d wondered if Charles was doing the same to him as he was to you. Tilting both eyebrows up in a concerted manner you watched as he creased his, the corners of his mouth dropping slightly. “Tex!” a man from the van had called to him from across the room, waving him in. You opened your mouth to speak but before words could be exchanged the man turned on his heels and quickly walked away. You felt a lump begin to form in your throat as tears threatened to spill against your waterline. Without another moment's hesitation, you stood from the table and quickly left the room to return to your assigned sleeping quarters.
Tex had watched you go, his heart-wrenching in his chest as he yearned to follow. The man who sat beside him gripped his bicep, shaking his head from side to side slowly. “Remember what Charlie said…” the man spoke lowly for only him to hear. Tex pried his eyes away from the now empty door frame and nodded, shoveling a fork full of food into his mouth.
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That night you lay on your palette of blankets and pillows, curled up holding yourself tightly. Tonight's meeting was a loud celebration of Charlie's return and the initiation of the new members. Tears streamed down your face seeping into the pillows below your head, and the image of the broken man you once knew burned into your mind. Sobbing quietly the sound of the bedroom door slowly creaked open. Sniffling you slowly sat up wiping your tears away, “Snake Eyes you can’t be here. If Charlie finds that you’ve snuck away he’ll punish you-…”
Your words stopped in their tracks as your eyes landed on that oh so familiar face. You had expected it to be your assigned roommate. The click of the door sounded out into the quiet before he held his hands out in front of him and fully faced you, “It’s only me lil Rabbit.” his voice was gruff as he spoke to you using that awful nickname you’d been deemed due to your skittish nature. Quickly scrambling to your feet you practically threw yourself at the man, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close to bury your face into him.
Stumbling back against the door he let out a pained groan before chuckling slightly and slinking his arms around your body to hold you close. Pulling away your hands rested against his face, your thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks. “Where have you been? Did he hurt you?” you looked over his face, noticing the slightly raised flesh on his left cheek beginning to bruise. “Nothin’ like that matters now. We have to go Y/N…” he said hurriedly brushing some hair away from your face.
“Tex, if we leave he’ll kill us,” you said worry lacing with each word. “Rabbit, honey he’ll kill us both if we don’t,” he said firmly his face riddled with angst and fear. You nodded hesitantly wiping stray tears from earlier away from your face. Taking a few deep breaths you walked over to a pile of folded clothes on the floor quickly picking up a large jacket and throwing it on. Tex held his hand out for you, which you took quickly intertwining your fingers. As he opened the door he slowly stuck his head out looking around before bolting out the building pulling you closely along.
Holding his hand tightly you kept looking over your shoulder towards the main house where shrieks and hollers erupted from. Running up the lot Tex stopped at the truck you had first been picked up in. “Can you be my lil lookout darlin’? It won’t take long just watch the house okay, if someone comes out you tell me.” you did as you were told while he worked efficiently to open the door to the car. Once it was open he shuffled you into the passenger seat and buckled you in. You watched as he pulled the lining of the car out under the steering wheel to expose a mess of cords.
He paused nervously looking at each wire trying to remember which ones to connect. Pulling a pocket knife from his jeans he took a deep breath and cut two different cords sparking them together a few times. Successfully the car started and the headlights beamed brightly. Your eyes widened at the car's sudden start, your gaze still glued to the house. “Hey, hey s-someone’s coming. Someone just left the house Tex come on.” your voice was frantic as you looked over at him with pleading eyes.
“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, climbing into the car quickly and slamming the door shut. With a lurch forward and the spin of tires against the dusty graveled ground, Tex sped off down the road quickly not letting up on the gas until Spahn Ranch was far out of sight.
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He drove you deep into Hollywood Hills where houses had gates around them and backyards were so big you could fit a separate house on the amount of land. Coming to a halt Tex turned the car off, dimming the headlights along with it. “We’ve been watchin’ this house a few blocks down for weeks now. This neighborhood stays pretty quiet and abandoned ‘cause you know rich people have more than one house I suppose.” he gave a light-hearted chuckle at the end of his sentence. You gave him a soft nod in response, keeping your eyes out the windows.
Reaching over he placed his hand on top of yours making you jump slightly, your eyes meeting his. As his fingers curled around your hand he gave it a little squeeze, his eyebrows knit tightly together, “I won’t let them hurt you anymore, you hear me. I promise Y/N I’ll keep you safe now.” he said gently, running the pad of his thumb across your knuckles. The tears in your eyes begged to overflow down your cheeks as you gave another half nod letting your eyes fall to the pair of your hand in his.
With his free hand, Tex gingerly rested his index finger under your chin to inch your face back to his. Swiping away a fallen tear his solemn face moved closer to you, pressing his lips carefully against your left cheek. Closing your eyes you let the warm feeling from his kiss soothe you slightly pressing back into him. He pulled away and smiled, “Come on let’s get you inside.”
Getting out of the car he led you up a hill passed some gated houses to a small cul de sac. The houses on this hill were hidden away by the immense amount of trees and brush surrounding the area. Sneaking up the driveway he helped you up over the fence into the backyard. “Tex, what have you and Charlie been doing out here? Why do you know this house is empty?” you asked, watching as he was pitching himself over the fence and dropping to the ground. With a grunt he picked his head up, tossing his brown hair over his head and out of his face. You could sense the hesitation in his delivery when he spoke, “Just uhhh, you know seein’ if any of these people might be willin’ to help us out the way George did with lettin’ us all be on the ranch.”
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1:30am
Tex had found an open window around the back of the house a story up. After climbing through he unlocked the patio door letting you in. The house was huge with seven bedrooms and 12 bathrooms, the master bedroom itself was at least two rooms combined into one.
Deciding you were tired of being filthy you headed for the bathroom. You stood under the water in the shower, the hot streams hitting your face and frail body.
You could feel the heaviness in your eyes as the warmth began to soothe your unhinged nerves. So consumed by the shower itself you jumped when you felt the large hand caress your left shoulder. Pulling your face from the water you swiped it out of your eyes and peered up at the man before you. The swelling from earlier had only gotten worse around his left eye, discoloration decorating the fair skin. Turning around, let your arms extend to wrap around his bare waist.
Returning the gesture his long arms enveloped your body pulling you close. Gingerly you pressed your cheek against his bare chest listening to the sound of his heart beating gently. He moved the two of you back into the water letting it cascade down your bodies. Picking your head up, you craned your neck to look back up at him, the tips of your fingers brushing against his spine in the dip of his lower back. His hand came up to hold your face, his dark wet hair clinging to his head and neck. Leaning down he pressed his plump lips against your own, kissing you deeply.
2:00 am
Gripping the sides of the fuzzy robe you wrapped it tightly around your body sitting down on the corner of the plush bed. There was a name embroidered on the robe, ‘Tate’ but it meant nothing to you. With balled fists you rubbed your eyes stifling a yawn. Once your eyes had opened Tex was standing before you, towel wrapped around his torso leaving little to the imagination. He held out a small pile of folded clothes which you took gracefully with a smile. Standing you removed the robe as he disappeared into what you could only assume to be the closet.
Glancing over your body you smiled at the small marks along your chest and between your thighs. You exhaled happily as your fingers ran over a spot on your neck before slipping into the clean panties Tex had given you. The T-Shirt and shorts followed quickly after that and you giggled when you felt his arms wrap tightly around you from behind. Holding onto his forearms you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, his head dipping down into the crook of your neck.
“We could stay like this forever ya know. Have some kids and settle down in a big house somewhere far from here,” he whispered, kissing your neck gently. Closing your eyes you swayed side to side slightly holding on to him. “I’d like that,” you whispered back.
2:30am
After the pair of you tore the kitchen apart, you made it back to the master bedroom finally slipping under the silken covers. The mattress practically swallowed the two of your bodies and as if on cue the weight of sleep began to corrupt your train of thought. With a full belly and a nice shower you couldn’t feel more content to be wrapped in his arms once more, head resting on his chest as the drone of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.
4:00am
The crash was loud ripping you from your deep sleep. You weren’t sure if you had just dreamt the sound as Tex lay beside you still sleeping peacefully. Looking at the bedroom door your heart began to pick up speed. With another quick look at the man beside you, you slipped out from under the covers and made your way quietly out of the room. One thing you had picked up while staying on the Ranch was stealth. Creeping down the hallway towards the direction the sound came from, you stayed close to the wall carefully peering into each bedroom as you passed.
Entering the kitchen your first instinct was to find something to protect yourself. Your eyes scanned the room falling on the set of kitchen knives beside the stove. Swallowing harshly you tiptoed to the knives wrapping your fingers around the handle of the biggest one. You gripped it tightly, holding it close to your body as you continued to look around. Then you saw it, the huge sliding glass doors that led to the patio had been smashed, glass scattered all across the floor in front of it.
The beat of your heart thrummed in your ears so loudly you hadn’t even heard the footsteps behind you. “Gotcha Rabbit.” a heavy hand gripped your left wrist yanking you around to face him. Without a thought, you brought the knife around in a quick motion slashing across the man’s face. He dropped your wrist reaching up to grip his face, “You bitch!” he yelled, holding the cut closed against his cheek. Acting quickly you held your knife tightly and ran from the kitchen carefully to avoid the glass on the floor. “Charlie, she's making a break for it!” his voice boomed through the house as you ran.
Turning your head back for a split second another pair of arms reached out grabbing you tightly as you ran into the other body hard. A scream so loud it could curdle blood escaped your lips, “Tex!” you cried out before a large hand slapped over your mouth muffling your cries. “Shut up. Shut up or I’ll put a bullet in that pretty little skull of yours right now.” he pressed the small barrel against your temple hard, that once the soft mask of a face you had met so long ago finally removed itself to show the evil beneath it. Slowly you slipped the blade under your shirt tucking it into the waistband of your shorts. “Don’t scream. You got it, one peep and your brains will paint this wall,” he commanded, pressing the metal harder into your head. With wide eyes and a racing breath, you nodded, his hand being removed from your mouth.
Spinning you around he jammed the gun into the back of your head hard shoving you forward. You walked through those halls again, your breath heavy as your heart continued to race. Once you entered the living room you looked back at Charlie, your eyebrows creased together. He motioned with the gun for you to drop to the floor and you did as you were told. The man from the kitchen entered the room, blood streaking down his face from the cut, grabbing Manson’s attention. “What happened?” he began, noticing the blood then shaking his head, “Nevermind, did you find him?” he asked, still holding his weapon in your direction.
He shook his head and the man beside you huffed in disappointment. “Well, where’s Clem?” he demanded getting rather impatient with the man. “I-I don’t know. Sent him to the bedroom when we got here. Maybe he found him.” the more he talked the more you began to recognize him. His name was Bobby he was one of the men who climbed out of the truck with Tex when he first arrived back on the ranch. “Goddamnit well go on, go and find em’ I ain’t got all night to finish this.” Charles waved Bobby off walking over to you.
Crouching down in front of you as he did with your first meeting his eyes bore holes into yours. There hadn’t been much color before in those eyes of his, but looking back into them now was like looking into that of an animal. Dead and black, completely taken over by an ungodly glaze.
“Look at you. All used up I see,” he said lowly pushing your hair off your shoulder with the gun to expose the marks on your neck. Keeping your eyes glued to him you tensed the muscles in your upper body when the cool metal ran over the raised red skin.
“I took a chance on you Rabbit. I told Squeaky off when she came to me about your doings with Tex, distracting him and all that. You knew the rules and you were punished for them. Thought maybe that might straighten you out. Taking Tex away seemed like it was working until he kept coming up with ideas of starting something else, not following the things I had planned. That little pussy of yours sure must be magical…” his free hand moved down to touch the exposed skin of your left leg.
Collecting saliva quickly in your mouth you spat hard on his face, scrunching your nose in disgust as the corners of your mouth dropped. Pulling his hand back he wiped the spit from his face and flung it onto the floor. Grunting, he stood up eyeing you harshly. “You need to learn your manners,” he said, raising the hand with the gun up and bringing it down hard against the side of your head, knocking you over slightly.
Your vision blurred as your head spun from the disorientation. The crunch of glass pulled you back as you sat back up, the pain throbbing through your skull. Bobby was dragging a beaten Tex through the glass, tossing him down a few feet in front of the two of you.
“Clem?”
“Got him with the phone cord beside the bed. Found him trying to come after me with the damn thing. Put up a good fight, but I got him for you Charlie.” the man said desperate for praise from the other.
“Sit him up.”
Grabbing a fist full of Tex’s hair Bobby yanked the man up onto his knees with a loud painful groan coming from Tex. Your heart wretched when his eyes met yours, tears burning behind your eyes. He had been hit in the face a few times, you could tell by the busted lip and bruises starting to appear against his jawline. His eyes were soft and mournful towards you asking if you were alright. You gave him a quick nod watching as he sighed in relief and spit a rather large bit of blood onto the ground in front of him.
Charlie walked over to him gripping his hair to force him to look. “Pathetic.” he spat snarling at him, gripping his hair tighter. “You failed me,” Charles said again before driving the toe of his boot hard into Tex’s stomach. He let out a groan and doubled over in pain when the man let go of his hair. Out of instinct, you started to reach forward but the barrel of the gun being shoved in your face caused you to sit back.
“Get up…. Get the fuck up!” He yelled watching as Tex carefully pushed himself up to sit again.
“Now here’s how this is going to play out. Bobby here is going to take your lovely Rabbit and do whatever he pleases with her while you watch. Then I’m going to make her beg for her life and kill her, of course while you watch. When we are good and done with that I’m going to kill you and the two of you will rot.” he explained looking between you and him.
“No…” Tex said weakly under his breath.
“I’m sorry but I don’t think it’s for you to decide,” Bobby said snidely.
“Shut up,” Charles said harshly, glaring at the man. He then gestured to you with his gun for Bobby. Your eyes went wide as he began to step towards you. Swiftly you pulled the knife from your waistband, but you weren’t fast enough. Bobby’s hands were already on you fighting to get it from you. You yelped as the blade was drug across the skin of your bicep harshly ripping the flesh open as the knife was taken from you. Holding your arms behind your back with one hand Bobby’s other arm came around your front hiking your T-Shirt up to expose your bare chest.
Tex lurched forward earning a hard bash from Charlie's gun just as you had moments ago. Holding him by his hair the man made sure Tex was watching. Your eyes found his in a desperate plea, he looked back at you with anger bubbling. You squirmed against Bobby’s grasp when his hand trailed down your front, dipping under your shorts between your legs. “No.. no please… stop. Stop!” you yelled feeling his gross fingers push through your folds and into your tight core.
Charlie’s attention was on you and Bobby, the gun held against Tex’s head. In a split second, you watched as Tex grabbed a hold of Charlie’s wrist twisting it hard. The motion caused him to drop the gun and release the other from his grasp. Scrambling to his feet Tex lunged forward grabbing Bobby by the waist and pulling him to the ground with a loud thud. You moved away pulling your shirt down over your body and gripping your arm, the blood flowing down your fingertips.
The two fought on the ground until Bobby was on top of Tex his hands wrapped tightly around his neck and the gurgling sound of him choking brought you out of your initial shock. You looked around quickly seeing the knife that had been taken from you strewn out on the floor. Moving quickly you picked it up and without another second's hesitation ran towards Bobby plunging the knife into his neck. The man let go of Tex and he gasped for breath as the other gripped the knife pulling it from his neck. Blood gushed from it and panic painted over his face. The red liquid dripped onto Tex before he bucked him off, Bobby dropping to the floor beside him.
Charlie was on his feet in seconds and like the coward he always was, took off. You ran after him, your mind too clouded with anger to think. He reached the pool stopping, turning on his heels he looked at you barreling towards him but before you could reach him the sound of the gun rang out causing you to stop. Panting you watched as he looked down at the bullet wound now in his chest. You watched as the fear filled his eyes and his body fell back into the water with a splash. The dark color invading that soft blue hue as his body floated to the top lifeless.
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Part 2 (Pottery fic)
Hey, my lovelies. Here is the long-awaited part 2. Thank you for the support, likes, comments, and reblogs on part 1. I’m so glad you all love and enjoy my writing. Also please check out @mamaspresley rendition of this fic (here), it is fantastic. Hope you all enjoy it!
Props to my bestie and editor for helping me piece this together, (thank you sensei) @i-talk-too-much. If y'all like DC or Batfam stuff check out her stuff, she's a great writer!! :D
Tags: @spideysromanoff @kvcssghbjbcd
Austin Butler x fem!Reader
Word Count: 2064
Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, SMUT (vaginal penetration, fingering, unprotected sex)
A/N: don’t forget to wrap it before ya tap it ;)
Her body was turned halfway towards him, lips engulfing one another. Air had no space to flow between them. There was a force there that made them inseparable.
Her messy hands slowly trailed up his apron to cup his cheeks. In the process, she brought his face closer to hers, deepening the already rough kiss. His lips knew just how to respond, pushing away any thought in her mind as they moved in sync with hers. To take a breath, she released from him, leaning away to admire his face. She noticed her hands against his cheeks and peeled them away, chuckling.
Two gray hand prints were left on his cheeks. She showed her hands to him, laughing at the mess she made. He beamed at her joyful expression. Who knew there would be a chance for a sweet moment in such a steamy event. He leaned in again, already wanting more, but she pulled back to stop him.
“Uh-uh, come on, let's get you and our hands cleaned up before we escalate this any further.” She smiled sweetly, getting up and holding her hand out for him to take.
He gladly took it and allowed her to drag him over to the sink, tugging along behind her like a little kid. Well, wasn’t he eager.
She turned on the tap, running the water and wet a rag. Bringing it close up to his cheek, the warm temperature of the rag hit his skin as she wiped the muddy mess off his gorgeous chiseled face. His eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the feeling of the sensation. She took this time to take in the little dimples showing in his smile, the way his nose wrinkled at every touch of the rag, and his dirty blonde curls falling on his forehead effortlessly – all of which made him more attractive by the minute.
What she hadn’t noticed was herself pausing, leading him to open his eyes. He saw her looking at him doe-eyed with her lips slightly parted. It was as if at any moment, drool would make its way down her chin.
“Can’t get enough of me, can you?” He smirked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned against the sink.
“It’s not my fault you're devilishly handsome. You sure you aren’t pottery yourself?” She scoffed at him, while lightly smacking his chest with the damp rag.
All he did was chuckle at her flustered state and motioned her hands toward the sink for him to wash. He once again found his way behind her, cleaning her hands just like they did when they were working with the clay. And just like that, they were both spotless and instantly absorbed within one another.
She was leaning against the sink as he left wet sloppy kisses on her outstretched neck. Tangling her hands in his hair, grabbing at his back, she held onto him for support – otherwise she'd melt right there. His lips made their way to her collarbone, sucking deeply at her skin, leaving little marks and bites down her chest.
“T-table," she managed to squeak. He sharply understood and picked her up, holding her by the thighs. She wrapped her legs around his torso and he took that as an opportunity to move his hands to her ass, giving it a little squeeze. She let out a gasp.
A low chuckle vibrated against her lips. He bit her lip as if asking for permission to open hers wider. She accepted, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. As their mouths danced around each other's, he set her down on the table. She took her hands out of his hair to trail them down his chest and around his back. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she untied the knot from his apron and lifted it off him. He repeated the gesture with hers as she hurriedly tugged his shirt off his body.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. Her mouth was slightly parted, gaping at the man before her. He was toned in all the right places – what looked like a lanky figure before was truly wonderfully built. She tutted, mock-disbelieving.
“What more secrets do you have hidden under these clothes, Mr. Butler?” She glanced up at him, a cheshire grin on her face as her hands flew down to unbuckle his belt.
She made a show of gradually pulling the belt free from the hoops, his hips pushing in closer to hers. With the belt free, she gently pushed down his pants, making sure to watch his expression in case he changed his mind. Seeing no hesitation in his eyes, she placed a hand on his growing bulge, enjoying how his eyes lidded at the applied pressure. As the sensation roared through him, she grasped his lips with hers, letting him groan into her mouth. The encouraging praises escaping him only flushed her more as she pressed rhythmic motions onto his cock.
She made to bend down onto her knees, to properly take care of him, but he grabbed her elbow, pulling her back up. His breath hit her face as he spoke.
"Not now baby, I gotta fuck you first." He swiped his thumb gently across her bottom lip.
Slowly bringing his hands down to the hem of her shirt, he caressed her body as they traveled lower. He lifted her shirt up and off her glistening body, then dropped them to her jeans. He unbuttoned them, forcefully pulling down and taking her panties with them. She sucked in a breath when she felt the cold air against her core.
“Remember when you asked what else to do with your fingers?” She breathed out, staring at him intensely with her lips swollen and parted.
“Yeah?” He mumbled hurriedly, attacking her neck with more wet pecks. She leaned herself back and threaded her fingers into his hair to lift his head.
“Well, why don't you try this?” She took his hand and guided him to her soaked folds. As she steadily moved his fingers up and down her warm, wet pussy, she could feel him grow harder underneath her hand.
She let go of his hand and brought hers to her mouth, gasping into it as he moved his middle and ring fingers repeatedly through her folds getting them covered in her arousal, while his thumb moved up to circle her clit. Distracting her with the sensation of teasing her clit, he moved his fingers down and dipped the ends into her entrance.
“Aren't you a quick learner?” She smirked as he did all the right things to her. He pressed down lightly on her clit and she grabbed onto his shoulders as she jolted her hips up.
“Well, I do have an excellent teacher.” He looked at her through his lashes, proceeded pumping his fingers into her. He watched her face as it contorted into all kinds of expressions. Her mouth fell open, letting out a breathy moan.
“Fuck, yes, keep going!” She cried out as he increased his pace. She felt his fingers move inside her – they were calloused and curled just right.
“God, you’re such a good girl for me.” Austin groaned into her ear, circling her clit with his thumb. He picked up the pace with every motion, causing her to thrust her hips in motion with his fingers.
“Just like that, don’t stop,” she pleaded. She threaded her hands into his curls and pulled as he brought her closer to her breaking point. He nibbled on her earlobe.
“You gonna cum on my fingers, baby?” He leaned back to gaze at her face. Her eyes were teary from the pleasure and in response, she whimpered as he kept going.
“That’s right – cum, baby, cum for me.” At this point, the two of them were breathing heavily as he kept working for her release. He pressed his fingers upwards and curled them – the action caused her to sob out a moan. He waited for her to calm down from her high before pulling his slick covered fingers out of her throbbing core. Teasing her even further, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked slowly, licking them clean. He gave her a devilish smirk as she stared at him, eyes lidded and hungry.
She grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him hard, begging to get a taste of herself. He slipped his tongue in once again as he slipped his boxers down.
“Get up and turn around, sweetheart,” he directed her. She obeyed, bending her body flush against the table, ass in the air.
“You just really like being behind me, don’t you?” She questioned him playfully. He simply responded with a smile before she turned back to face the wall.
He came up from behind her and spread her legs further apart. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this, baby.” He smacked her ass lightly and lined up his cock with her entrance. He nudged his head in, stretching her out inch by inch. She clawed the table at the feeling and he dug his hands into her hips keeping her in place. Both of them groaned at the sensation. She had never been filled so much like this ‘til now.
“You feel so good – so warm, so tight.” He growled the last words, praising her as she tried moving her hips to get him to start. With that, he started thrusting his cock, gradually increasing the pace. Bringing the head almost out entirely to slam back into her, bottoming out every time, he moved her hips along with his rough menouvers.
He reached forward to grab her by the shoulder and lifted her body up against his, not stopping his harsh thrusting.
“Put your leg on the table,” he whispered against her ear. She did just that – the new position allowing him to feel more of her than before. She reached her arm back around to clasp his neck, roaming her fingers through the hair at the nape of it. Her mouth was wide open, leaning back against his shoulder.
“Austin,” she breathlessly moaned. He brought a hand down to play with her clit. As soon as he touched her sensitive nub, she felt herself shaking as she neared her climax. She continued moving her body in sync with his.
“Shit,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum.” He rushed to pull out, before she stopped him, placing a hand on his ass and pushing herself deeper onto him.
“I’m on the pill,” she said as she stared at him, her eyes begging him to continue. He didn’t need any more encouragement, returning to his intense thrusts, hitting her right where she wanted him. She twisted her body, bringing his face down to hers and kissing him deeply as his hips stuttered, his load spilling into her. The fingers against her aching bud continued, pushing her over the edge with him. He let out a groan when she clenched around him, his head falling to her shoulder as he caught his breath.
He pulled out of her and grinned as she turned around to look at him. They both had satisfied expressions on their faces. He reached up to cup her cheek and caressed his thumb across her flushed skin. She leaned up to kiss him gently, as if thanking him, but she released from the kiss, slightly deflated.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” He stared at her concerned, trying to figure out the problem.
“No, it’s nothing, everything was great just–” A pout formed on her lips, her gaze dropping to his now softened cock.
“You wanted more?” He quirked up a brow and grinned at her. “I can provide that.” He bit his bottom lip and brought his hands around her waist. Pulling her close up against him, she felt his cock graze her clit. She sucked in a breath and stared up at him longingly as she brought her hand down to brush her fingers against him.
“Round 3 at mine?” He gave in to her antics. Her head quirked up at the question before she beamed at him gleefully, nodding her head profusely.
“Only– this time I’m in control,” she said, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and tugging him down to her. Grasping his earlobe in her teeth, she whispered, “and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
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