#Elvis x Ruby

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 7 - Over the Rainbow

Content: Ruby and Elvis enjoy a sweet and smutty Thanksgiving in 1973 that involves a leather suit with rainbow fringe. 18+

Thank you to @peaceloveelvis for inspiring me with this pic of leather rainbow fringe pants that I didn’t know existed. And eternal gratitude to my lovely friends who’ve cheered me on in writing this series! 😘 @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @lookingforrainbows @from-memphis-with-love @missmaywemeetagain @powerofelvis @arrolyn1114

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Play Something For Me

Wednesday, November 21st, 1973

“But mom, I wanna go with you! It’s not fair!” Ella’s chocolate-brown eyes glazed over with tears as she pleaded her case. “Oh, honey, I know. There’s nothing I can do, it’s your father’s turn for Thanksgiving this year. But Elvis was very insistent that we both come for Christmas, so you’ll get to see Graceland then.” Ruby rubbed Ella’s back as she embraced her, soothing away the tears while she tried to hold her own nerves at bay.

After the week Elvis had spent in St. Louis at Halloween, he’d had to go back to Memphis to “take care of some business,” as he put it. The times they’d spent together so far had been in a sort of cocoon of love. Now she’d be entering his home and his normal daily life, whatever that entailed. After his comment about wanting her to move in, she felt a little terrified at how the visit would go.

A car horn honked outside, and Ruby gave Ella one last reassuring squeeze. “I love you, Ella-bella,” she murmured. “I’ll tell you all about Graceland when you come home on Sunday.” “You better,” Ella said with a small smile, trying to will herself into a better mood. “And I love you too.”

With Ella safely picked up, Ruby turned her attention back to her closet so she could finish packing for the long weekend. “What exactly does one wear for Thanksgiving at Graceland?” she muttered under her breath as she surveyed what looked to her like a bunch of frumpy “mom” dresses. “I wonder if I have time to alter anything…” she continued her one-way conversation when the phone interrupted her thoughts with its shrill tone.

“Hey, sweet red Ruby,” the unmistakable timbre sent butterflies swarming through her belly. “Elvis! It’s you!” Ruby squeaked out nervously. “Course it’s me baby, ya got another man callin’ ya?” he asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice. “No, no, sorry, I’m just…nervous about tomorrow,” Ruby admitted. Elvis’ tone softened instantly. “W-w-why ya nervous honey? It’s jus’ me. You ain’t never gotta be nervous or scared ‘round me.” Ruby cleared her throat a little bit. “Yeah, I know, I just hope I fit in there with you, in your home,” she said with an anxious sigh. “Ruby honey, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that. Ya already know we fit together perfectly. In every way,” he added, and Ruby could almost see his cheeky grin right through the phone line as a flush rose on her face and a strained little whimper escaped her lips. Elvis laughed and teased, “Red Ruby, wait til ya get here so I can see the look on your face when ya make those noises.” Then he added more seriously, “I can’t wait ta see ya, honey. I miss ya so much.” Ruby’s heart melted right down and warmed her entire body. “Me too, baby.”

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Ruby landed at the airport in Memphis at 11:18 Thursday morning with all the other last-minute Thanksgiving travelers. She bit down on her lip nervously as she looked around for Charlie, who she knew Elvis was sending to pick her up. She’d met Charlie in Las Vegas and he was sweet enough, although maybe a little desperate for Elvis’ approval. She inwardly chuckled, thinking how Elvis’ entourage probably thought the same about her. Charlie was polite but quiet on the drive to Graceland, as if he sensed her nerves and didn’t want to say anything that might escalate them.

Ruby gasped a little bit as they pulled up to the famed music note gate. She’d seen pictures of the house in magazines, but it was even more beautiful in person. She somehow felt Elvis’ aura and energy the moment they started up the driveway, and the nerves and excitement intensified as they parked and headed for the door. “We’ll go in the back ‘cuz he’s probably in the den waitin’ for ya,” Charlie explained. Ruby nodded anxiously and followed.

As she walked through the door and into a room filled with interesting furniture and an actual waterfall along the wall, she only had eyes for her beautiful man, who was sitting in a high-backed chair, holding court with his loyal subjects. He was talking and laughing, and his warm energy called to her. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he jumped to his feet and swooped her up in a big hug. “Ever’one, this is my sweet red Ruby,” he declared proudly, showing her off like a shiny new car. Most of the guys she recognized from Las Vegas, but she was introduced to some girlfriends and wives, plus a couple other employees. “Imma take Ruby on a tour,” Elvis said with a little wink as he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the basement steps. As they walked away, she could swear she heard someone remark, “It’s nice to see someone closer to his age.” Elvis must have heard it too because his grip tightened slightly, but he chose to ignore it for now.

“Will I get to meet Lisa?” Ruby asked as they walked down the stairs and turned right. She could see Elvis’ jaw tighten and his eyes turn stormy. “Naw, baby, Cilla is bein’ a –” Elvis caught himself and blinked slowly, trying to calm down. “Cilla won’t let her come home til Christmas,” he said, his eyes dropping sadly. Ruby wrapped her arms around him in a comforting embrace. “I’m sorry, Elvis,” she said softly. “I know how hard it is to be without your baby at the holidays. I guess the silver lining for us is that we have some time alone right now.” Elvis glanced up at her face quickly, his sad expression turning playful. “And what did ya have in mind for the alone time, Miss Ruby? Hmm?” he questioned teasingly.

“Well,” Ruby murmured with a deep blush, “I did notice the first stop on the tour is this big couch.” She nodded toward the long couch right behind Elvis. “And you’re here looking so sexy like this,” she added as she fully took in his outfit for the first time. Along with his usual assortment of rings and necklaces, he was wearing a brown leather jacket with long rainbow-colored fringe over a green button-down shirt. His leather pants matched the jacket, rainbow fringe and all. “Ya like it? I thought it felt like a Thanksgiving thing,” he said, his crooked grin lighting up his face. Ruby had to hold back a giggle at how cute he was to try to dress on theme for the holiday. “I love it, Elvis, there’s no one quite like you,” Ruby said, letting her hands drop and her fingers run ever so lightly over the soft bulge in his leather pants, causing a shiver to run though him. “I should hope not,” he said, smiling, resting one large hand on her shoulder, his warm fingers gently brushing the bare skin of her neck.

“You look very beautiful yourself, sweet Ruby,” Elvis said as he took her in, his eyelids seeming to grow heavy with lust. Ruby beamed, happy that she had chosen the right thing to wear - a burgundy sweater dress with a short flared skirt and a scoop neckline with a drawstring bow. Elvis’ fingers’ moved a little lower down her neck until they were tracing the neckline of her dress, running gently over her cleavage. The mixture of the warmth of his hand and the cool metal of his rings raised goosebumps on her skin. “This little dress is giving me some thoughts,” he whispered lowly as he gave the drawstring a little tug, the bow coming undone and the fabric gaping open a little bit. Elvis bent down and started pressing wet kisses to the exposed area of her chest, little moans coming from both of them. “Oh, baby, you’re makin’ me weak in the knees,” Elvis chuckled. “Let’s sit down for a minute.”

Sitting was the last thing on either of their minds though as Elvis pulled Ruby onto his lap on the couch and explored her mouth, her ear, her neck, and her chest with his tongue. He pulled the front of her dress and the cup of her lacy bra down a little more until one of her breasts was exposed. As he grazed his teeth lightly over her nipple and then sucked it into his warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue, Ruby couldn’t help but instinctually grind down onto his package that had grown so hard she wasn’t sure how it hadn’t burst right through the leather. She hoped the breathy moans from the two of them weren’t wafting up the stairs, but Elvis didn’t seem worried. “Goddamn, baby, I’ve missed ya,” he moaned out as Ruby leaned in and bit softly on his lower lip, then ran her tongue over it. She reached down between them and rubbed her hand back and forth over his bulge, the friction becoming too much for him to bear. “Oh, damn, Ruby, I-I-I love ya baby,” he said with a shudder as she suddenly felt a damp warmth beneath her hand. “I love you too, Elvis,” Ruby whispered as she laid her hand over his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat trying to return to its normal rhythm.

“EP, it’s almost turkey time!” a voice shouted down from upstairs. “Shoot, what am I gonna do ‘bout my pants?” Elvis muttered, looking down at where a sticky wet spot had soaked right through the leather. “I’ll have ta sneak up and change. Baby, can you go up and tell ever’one to wait for me in the dining room?” “Of course,” Ruby smiled as she stood up and straightened out her dress, re-tying the neckline and leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek before going back upstairs.

Twenty minutes later, everyone had gathered in the dining room for a Thanksgiving feast and Elvis appeared wearing the same jacket but with some black pants. Nancy, one of the cooks who Ruby had been briefly introduced to earlier, brought in a platter of food and looked at Elvis in surprise. “Mr. Elvis, you were so excited about your outfit! Why’d ya change your pants?” Elvis’ face turned red as he stumbled for an answer. Joe started snickering. “I think Elvis needs to know how to get something sticky out of leather. Any tips, Nancy?” Elvis gave Joe a glare that could freeze hell over, but all the guys seemed to have trouble holding back their laughter. Especially when Nancy chimed in with, “You didn’t get syrup on your pants again, did ya?”

Sitting at Elvis’ side, Ruby could feel her face burning red as she realized everyone probably could hear them in the basement. Elvis looked a bit embarrassed too, but Ruby’s presence had a way of lightening his mood. He just leaned in and whispered loudly, “Ignore these assholes Ruby.” Then he dropped his voice so only she could hear. “We’ll go up to my soundproof bedroom later and do whatever you want.” Ruby blushed again and smiled broadly at him as he winked at her. He always made her feel comfortable and protected.

After a delicious dinner, some of the guys went to the basement to play pool, but Elvis sat down and started playing gospel songs on the piano. A few others joined in singing, and Ruby leaned at the edge of the piano, watching Elvis’ passionate face as memories from long ago washed over her. As he started playing “If I Loved You,” he looked up and caught her eye with a big grin, causing her to blush and look away. She knew they were both picturing her kneeling between his legs at the piano bench fifteen years ago. Ruby could feel her pulse quicken at the thought. If only no one else was around, she’d do it all again. She thought about how soft and smooth he felt when she rolled his foreskin up and down, the inviting way his head peeked out when he was fully hard, how sensitive it was when she touched her tongue to it…her chest was starting to heave with all these fantasies racing through her mind, all while staring at this most perfect of faces. As if sensing her desire, Elvis announced they were going to turn in for the night and thanked everyone for celebrating with him. He grabbed Ruby’s hand and showed her the way to the master bedroom.

“I know what you were thinkin’ ‘bout red Ruby,” Elvis teased once they were alone. “You were thinking the same thing!” Ruby protested, swatting at his arm. Elvis smiled so big that his cute dimple flashed at her. “Maybe,” he said. “I was thinkin’ of somethin’ else though, too.” “What’s that?” Ruby asked. “I was thinkin,” Elvis said as he ran his hands down her sides and gently squeezed her waist, “that I wanna lick your pretty little kitty again. I like knowin’ I’m the first man that ever did that to ya.” “You’re the only man,” Ruby corrected as she reached up and stroked his cheek softly. “I have a few firsts with you, but I don’t think you have any with me,” she said, her voice sounding a little bit sad. Elvis looked at her in surprise. He gave her forehead a tender kiss before he spoke.

“Baby, you’re the first woman I’ve been with where I feel like ya want to spend time with me just as much as I do with you. Not spend money or get your name in the papers or any of that, but just spend time with me and and enjoy me and love me for who I am. You’re interested when I talk to ya, you’re affectionate with me all the time, ya never say ya need a break from me, you accept me completely. That’s a first for me, and probably the most important first there is.” Ruby looked up at him, her eyes misty with emotion. “Well, any woman who doesn’t see what a special person you are, even without the money and fame, must be crazy. But that’s okay, because now I get to be the lucky one.”

“You sure do, baby, and let me show ya just how lucky.” Ruby squealed with delight as Elvis tossed her on the bed so he could get to work worshipping her with his tongue.

[rubymariebutler]

✶ 𝟕𝟑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: american actress and model, y/n butler, takes vogue inside her beautiful palm springs home and answers 73 questions.

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader

faceclaim: none, but yael shelbia to me

tags: age gap (23/33), priscilla actress!reader, marriage, kids, reader and austin are parents of a baby girl and a baby boy, mentions of other celebrities, reader is an elvis defender and a critic of priscilla, here reader and austin won their respective oscars for elvis, austin doesn't really appear here but he's mentioned all the time so

ruby notes: writing this was really fun for me. if you're a priscilla fan, this might not be to your liking, but if you read anyway, i hope you enjoy the reading. this is just reader being obsessed with austin, so maybe everyone will feel identified here lmao

"hey, y/n!" the cameraman greets you as soon as you open the thick wooden door of your palm springs home.

"hi." you greet him animatedly with a sweet smile, bowing your head in a friendly manner.

"i came here to ask you 73 questions very, very quickly."

you nod, stepping aside to let him inside. "okay. 73 questions is a lot, let's see how fast we can do this."

he walks through the door and the camera follows you as you walk naturally, dressed comfortably in a cool, loose-fitting dress. the living room, open, spacious and elegant, is the first thing the camera catches as you enter your home, but you avoid that area for now and the camera follows you into the kitchen.

"what did you do for the first 30 minutes of your day?"

an amused smile forms on your lips and, without stopping your steps, you look at the camera for a moment. "i stayed in bed, hugging my husband like a koala bear."

behind the camera, the cameraman smiles. "well, that sounds pretty comfortable. are all your mornings like that?"

"when neither of us has to work, yes."

"what gets you out of bed?"

"my kids. if they weren't there, i'd stay in bed with my husband for the rest of the day."

"what do you usually do on lazy days?" he asks you, moving a little away from you to circle the island.

"not leave the house. i just stay in bed, with my husband and kids."

"what's keeping you busy these days?"

"being a wife and mom." you reply, laughing. "that's a full-time job." you say as you head to the fridge to pull out a pitcher of cold water and pour into a glass.

"thank you." he says to you, across the marble island, as you set the glass of water down in front of him. "what's the most exciting thing in life right now?"

"being a wife and a mom." you laugh again.

"why did you and austin name your daughter alyssa?"

you open your mouth and smile, excited. "oh my god, i love this question." you squeal, excited. "well, i'm a huge fan of the universe of a song of ice and fire, and one of my favorite characters is princess alyssa targaryen. austin loved it, so we decided that would be our baby's name, even though he calls her lyssa."

"like lisa marie?"

you shake your head. "no. like lyssa drak."

"what's your favorite character from a song of ice and fire?"

"rhaenyra targaryen." you reply, putting the pitcher of water back in the fridge.

"we'll talk about your daughter." he says, to which you nod with a smile. "let's talk about your son now. his name is elvis, we all know why, but who decided on that name?"

you blink and take a breath, before answering. "it was a mutual decision, actually. we both liked that name and were fine with our son being called that, but it was lisa marie who started it all. before she passed away, we told her the news that i was pregnant again and she said she would love our son to be named after her father. and.... well, she didn't get to meet him, but i'm sure she would have loved him."

"elvis is a great name."

"it is." you reply, laughing and nodding.

"what's the movie you've worked on that you're most fond of?"

"i love all the movies i've worked on. oppenheimer and dune were amazing, but elvis will always have a special place in my heart." you approach him again, looking into the camera with a knowing smile. "i don't think i need to tell you why."

"surely not." he answers you, because no, you don't need to say anything, everyone knows why elvis is so special. "speaking of elvis, priscilla presley and sofia coppola wanted you to bring the king's wife back to life in her biopic. why didn't you?"

"creative differences." you answer flippantly, as if it was no big deal, even though it was at the time.

you had already read priscilla's book, and no, you weren't happy with all the lies written there, but it was reading the script for her movie that made you distance yourself; you wanted nothing to do with it.

"if you had played priscilla again, this time in her movie, do you think you could have won another oscar?"

"we'll never know." you say with a smile, shrugging.

"of all the roles you've played, which is your favorite?"

"cassiopeia atreides." you answer immediately, without hesitation. cassiopeia, your character in dune 2, is your favorite, by far. "she's so sensual and mysterious and a girl boss. i love her."

"you have two movies coming out soon, but is there a new genre you'd like to work in or a character you'd like to play?"

"i want to do something horror." you clasp your hands together, interlocking your fingers. "i love horror, it's my favorite genre, and i'd really like to work on something like that."

"do you have any favorite horror movies?"

"talk to me and ready or not."

"i think you'd make a great scream queen."

you squeal excitedly, still smiling. "i think so too!"

"of the movies you're working on that are coming out, which one are you most looking forward to?"

"all of them." you start moving to get out of the kitchen. he circles the isle to follow you. "eddington and caught stealing are brilliant films and i'm excited for the world to be able to see and enjoy them. and i work on both with my husband, so that makes it even more exciting."

"what's the best thing about being married to someone who shares your profession?"

"understanding, probably. being inside the same world, we understand things and situations that a person outside of this job wouldn't be able to understand very easily."

"you're quite wise."

you smile at the camera, sweet and excited. "thank you, i learned that from my husband and pinterest." he laughs.

he laughs. "i read phrases on pinterest too and use them to give advice, so i'm not gonna judge you. other than elvis, you and austin have worked together on four movies. how easy is that?"

"actually, it makes everything easier." you respond with a smile. the camera follows you as you walk into the living room and sit on the big L-shaped couch. "for everything. i mean, putting aside that all of our characters are romantically related and our chemistry is natural, it's... the presence of each other, you know... just knowing that austin is there, it makes me feel comfortable and safe. working with him makes everything easier, in every way."

"how does it feel to have so much chemistry with your husband, that directors ask to have them in their movies together?"

you feel your cheeks warm, and you don't have to look in the mirror to know you're blushing. "well, it's certainly very flattering."

"we know you're a big fan of lana del rey. what are your top 5 favorite songs?"

"mmm..." you hum, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before looking back at the camera. "young and beautiful, cinnamon girl, video games, million dollar man and religion."

"best concert you've ever been to?"

"blackpink at l.a in 2023."

"and if you had to pick one girl from blackpink, who would it be?"

"rosé."

"best song to sing in the shower?"

"stay a little longer by rosé."

"beautiful house, by the way. what's your favorite thing about it?"

"living in it." you answer his question simply, standing up to walk over to the vinyl shelf, with a record player located just below it.

"well, woah, that sure is a great vinyl collection."

"do you like it?" you ask him with a smile, pulling out an elvis vinyl.

"it's awesome. what's your favorite elvis song?"

"can't help falling in love." you reply, putting the record on the turntable. "it's a very special song to austin and me, so it's my number one."

"would you mind telling us a little bit more about it?"

"it was the song that was playing when we first kissed, and austin always sings it for me there." you point to the piano located in the middle of the living room.

"that's very romantic."

"it is." you reply, stepping through the large transparent doors that lead to the garden.

"where did you grow up?"

"brooklyn. i was born and raised there, until i was 17."

"what's the most american thing about you?"

"probably that my favorite food is pizza." you laugh, frowning, as you walk past the side of the pool. "it's the least american thing, but it's the most american thing about me."

"you could eat pizza every day for the rest of your life?"

"absolutely."

"what would be the perfect date for you?"

"dinner here." you reply, gesturing around you as you sit in one of the armchairs located in the garden.

"that's it?"

"believe it or not, yes. i'm not a high maintenance woman. of course, there has to be good wine."

"your husband is austin butler."

a proud smile tugs at your lips. "yeah, he is."

"what's one thing people don't know about him?"

"he loves making paper roses with alyssa."

"well, isn't that sweet? for those who don't know, how did you guys meet?"

"we met in 2019, thanks to elvis. he had been cast to play elvis presley and i was cast to play priscilla, his wife."

"we know that elvis was complicated for both of you for certain reasons. have you and austin moved on from that situation?"

that situation. well, it was certainly very difficult; of all the cases of actors being consumed by their roles, you didn't think you and austin would be added to the list. but you were, and it was hell. your countenance changes for a moment, but you immediately smile again.

"we're still working on it, but we're doing much better." is all you say.

"are there any habits of his that you've picked up?"

you purse your lips. "sleep with a watch on my wrist."

"did he pick up any habits from you?"

you let out a laugh. "no."

"who cooks at home?"

you don't respond verbally, but point to yourself.

"you like to cook, then?"

"i love it." you respond with a smile, nodding. "when i was a kid, i remember always hanging out in the kitchen, helping mom with the food because i was genuinely interested and really liked it. so yeah, i'm the one who cooks. austin cooks pretty well, too, but whenever he tries to help, i tell him to get out of my kitchen."

"if you weren't an actress, what would you be?"

"chef."

"i think you'd be a great chef."

"would you go to my restaurant?" this time you ask.

"all the time."

"you should come over for dinner one of these days, you know?"

"i'd be delighted."

you wrinkle your nose. "this video is going to be long because of me, isn't it?"

"we like listening to you, to be honest, so it's okay. what's the best thing about being a mom?"

"my kids."

"what's the best thing about being a wife?"

"my husband." you answer, laughing. you don't need to specify anything; the best thing about being a wife and mom are literally the reasons you are a wife and mom. you love your babies and you love austin, so you doubt there's much more to say.

"you became a mom very young, you were eighteen. how hard was that?"

"mmm..." you hum thoughtfully, pursing your lips as you stare at the lawn. "i'd say it was about as hard as a pregnancy usually is. i don't think my age made things harder, my pregnancy was normal, just like the second one, and austin was by my side the whole time, every step of the way, so, in fact, i think it was even easier than it could be."

you avoid mentioning that yes, it was complicated, but not for the reasons people would think, but that you were both confused and fucked up in the head and elvis was there. and yes, austin calls your daughter lyssa, but not because of some stupid comic book character. people don't have to find out, anyway, so who cares.

"are you and austin planning on having more kids or do you want to stop at two?"

you shake your head, smiling slightly sweetly. "we want more." you tell him, remembering all the times austin has told you he wants more babies, and god, you love seeing him with your babies in his arms, so there's no way you're denying him more children.

"marvel or dc?"

"marvel."

"what's your favorite marvel character?"

"spider-man." you shrug. "is there another option? i don't think so."

"favorite fictional couple?"

"ed and lorraine warren." you answer immediately, a smile inevitably tugging at your lips. "god, they're beautiful, i really love them. for me, the spell is romance movies and i'm happy thinking this way."

"who's the most fashionable woman that you know?"

"rosé." you reply, smiling again.

"you've been a frequent guest at the met gala since 2022. of all the ones you've attended, which would be your favorite?"

"2022, because austin was there."

"as a saint laurent ambassador, what do you like most about this brand?"

"the elegance. it's such a natural elegance and so fresh, i think it's become a characteristic of saint laurent."

"heels or sneakers?"

"heels."

"what's the accessory you can't leave the house without?"

you don't answer verbally. instead, you show your hand to the camera and wiggle your fingers, letting the camera focus on your wedding ring.

"who's the most fashionable man that you know?"

"my man." you laugh as you answer the question. "it's not just that he dresses well, but that he really takes the time to decide what to wear. i like that about him. we're so alike in that way."

"who is the person you admire the most?"

"my husband."

"what do you admire most about your husband?"

"everything." you answer simply, shrugging your shoulders. "his intelligence, his wisdom, his patience, his perseverance, his determination, his talent, his empathy, his vision for everything and everyone... i could go on and on." you wave your hand, laughing.

"well, that's a long list." he laughs. "is there anything you've learned from austin in all the years you've been together?"

"everything, i think. everything i know, he's taught me." you blink, remembering, and shrug as you continue talking. "one of the things i love most about austin, is that when i make a mistake, any kind, or do something wrong or don't achieve what i wanted, he just sits me down with him or hugs me and comforts me, you know...he tells me it's okay, that it's just a mistake, that he's proud of me and he always finds solutions for everything and helps me, in everything. he's a dream."

"ah! you two are really lovely, no wonder why you're one of hollywood's most loved couples. is there any activity you like to do together?"

"reading." you give him a tight-mouthed smile, remembering all the books you've read and finished thanks to this little habit you both picked up. "we both love to read, and we especially like to do it before bed. it's like a little routine we have."

"do you have a favorite book that you both enjoy reading?"

"austin doesn't have any favorites, but we both love to read 1984 and the odyssey."

"what's your favorite book?"

"right now? fire and blood. it really has nothing to do with the books austin and i read." you laugh. "it's totally different, but it works for me. i like it, it's my favorite."

"do you like reading fantasy a lot?"

you tilt your head, looking at the camera. "i prefer to read horror, to be honest, but when i read a fantasy book, that book becomes my new obsession."

"is there a book you carry everywhere you go?"

"not physically, but i have a lot of books downloaded on my phone, so yes; right now i'm rereading fire and blood for the third time."

"oh, wow!" he exclaims, making you laugh with flushed cheeks. "your obsession is serious, i see."

"my obsession with something only goes away when i become obsessed with something else. of course, that doesn't apply to my husband."

"you and austin look very exercised. do you work out together?"

you nod at his question. you and austin work out together every day, him doing his routines and you doing yours; when you're not working, of course. sometimes you spend weeks apart and have to do your respective routines without each other's presence, which frankly you find depressing. it's not the same working out alone, as it is with austin; watching him, seeing his body, watching his hands, his muscles flex, and always ending up fucking in the shower.

"usually, yes." you smile, remembering how especially rough he is when he fucks you after working out. "we work out together."

"what's your favorite exercise?"

"pilates." you say immediately.

"we know you also do ballet. do you like it?"

"i love ballet."

"since when do you do ballet?"

you squint your eyes, remembering. "mmm... since i was a baby. i was 3 or 4 years old when i started going to ballet classes, and i haven't stopped since."

"would you have liked to be a professional dancer? you know, perform in theaters."

"no." your quick answer makes them both laugh. "but maybe you'll see me being a dancer in some movie, who knows?" you shrug. "maybe a possessed dancer."

"i'd love to see that, and i'm sure your fans would too. if you could travel back in time, what year would you go to?"

"none. i'm doing just fine here."

"who is your biggest inspiration?"

"my husband."

"who's your favorite actor?"

"my husband." you answer again, laughing. by this point, you feel like you're talking more about austin, than anything else. not that it bothers you, anyway. austin is and always will be your favorite topic of conversation.

"who's your favorite actress?"

"natalie portman, probably. i loved her in black swan."

"for you, who is hollywood's most iconic couple?"

you wrinkle your nose, looking at him instead of the camera. "shit, that's too hard. i have no idea." you end up laughing.

"if you could give an oscar nomination to a person who has not been nominated for an oscar, who would it be?"

"margaret qualley." you answer immediately, without a second's hesitation.

"wow, that was fast."

a light chuckle erupts from your throat and you throw your head back, laughing. "i know, i think i've been waiting for that question my whole life."

"if you could give the oscar to someone who was already nominated, but didn't win, who would it be?"

"demi moore."

he laughs. "i see you have your thoughts straight."

"i mean, demi deserved that oscar, you know? mikey too, she's a very talented woman, but demi has my heart. i loved her in the substance and, overall, i think she's such a talented and poised actress. it's a shame. but i'm sure her time will come. it was mikey's turn this time, she was exceptional in annora."

"and lastly, possibly the most important question." he pulls back a little so the camera catches your outfit; an elegant loose-fitting dress that doesn't highlight your curves or show off your stomach. "there are a lot of rumors that you're pregnant. is it true?"

you smile broadly, letting out a slight nasal giggle. you run your hands across your stomach, clinging your dress to your body, revealing a slight curve in your belly, a tiny baby bump.

"do i look like i am?"

oh, the fans will go crazy.

[aliypop]

Married In The Morning

Word Count: 1.872

Writers Note: Figured I never talked about the wedding so @sissylittlefeather here you go

Warning: Fluffy

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: Christmas 1960 2 years after their Christmas Engagement Elvis and Cecelia are finally united in marital bliss.

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Tennessee December 25th, 1960

The chapel halls welcomed family and friends to the quaint wedding of Elvis and soon-to-be Cecelia Shanel Presley. Music played through the sanctuary, and members of both parties chattered about what they were about to witness. However, at Graceland, there was a nervous, leg-shaking Elvis. Who was getting ready for his big day? He'd waited long and hard for this day, and here it was. 

"Will you stop moving so much!" Alberta said as Elvis was giddy and in a mood that one could explain as in love. 

"Birdie, I can't!"

"And why is that?" Fixing his bowtie.

"It ain't every day a man gets to marry his best friend." 

"Joe or Red?"

"Very funny,"

"Hey, E!" Billy shouted,

"What!"

"Hurry up, we're gonna be late!"

In the chapel, Cecelia was pacing around the room, fidgeting with her dress, "Oh, Midge, what if he gets cold feet!" she sighed, "Or Mama, what if he changes his mind." Rosa and Daphane both watched as Denise and Midge sighed, 

"Elvis loves you endlessly. He's not going to freeze." Midge responded, fixing her dress as Denise fixed her hair. They were right. If he hadn't left when they were dating, why would he leave now on their wedding day? Cecelia finally sat down, and she took a deep breath. There was a knock on the door. Midge jumped up to get it. Standing there were Eleanor and Ruby, Delta, Patsy and Dodger.

"Are we late for the traditional gift-giving of the bride?" Ruby asked as she nearly kissed her niece,

"Not at all, ladies." Rosa smiled,

"Good, wouldn't wanna miss indoctrinating the new Mrs. Presley." Patsy said, as she smiled, "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you, Patsy," Cecelia hugged her, as Patsy giggled,

"I don't think I've seen a prettier bride since Gladys," Delta said. Getting teary-eyed.

"Or Denise," Eleanor added as Denise took a deep breath. Her little pumpkin was now grown and getting married. She still couldn't believe it. 

"Alright, I'm not gonna cry, but something borrowed." Rosa looked around as Midge handed her pearl necklace to Rosa to put around Cecelia's neck.

"Something blue!" Daphane smirked, "It's not much, but it's a garter I sewed out of Elvis's old sock!"

"Why do you have that?" Rosa nudged her.

"Why not..."

"It's perfect." Cecelia giggled

The women in the room laughed at the news as they kept with the bridal good luck charms.

"Something new?" Eleanor and Ruby said in unison as they both handed her bracelets. They were dainty and added to her bridal look. Cecelia looked in the mirror as she got emotional. She looked like a princess. 

"All's next is something old," Patsy said as Delta looked at Dodger, then Denise. Denise had placed her old veil on her daughter's head as she kissed her on the cheek. She then went to the side of Dodger to help her up. Dodger was holding a jewelry box with earrings in them. They were pearls with diamonds around them. 

"These were Gladys's earrings. I'd want you to have 'em, dear." Dodger said, presenting them to Cecelia as she picked them up,

"Grammy, I couldn't."

"Gladys would want you to have them," Delta said. As she smiled, which might have been the first time Cecelia saw her do that. 

"She really liked you," Patsy said, helping her put on the earrings. 

"I wish she could've been here." Denise sighed, "Gladys would've loved to have seen her little boy up and married." 

"Elvis, you're shakin like a leaf." Vernon sighed, looking at his son. He wasn't nervous, he was just excited, 

"I know, Pa." Elvis took a deep breath as Alfonso was by his side, "It's just I haven't seen Cece all day. It's driving me crazy." he laughed, both fathers laughing a bit,

"No, don't go gettin no idea's it's bad luck to see the bride." Elvis had a look on his face that said the opposite. Marching out the doors, Elvis made his way to the door that Cecelia was behind. 

"You know. It's just exciting. I'm marrying my best friend and. I'm itching to see him and talk to him." Cecelia said as the women in the room awed at her. Cecelia was really in love, and it showed. 

"I can't wait to see his smile and how he's gonna look in his tux. I can hear his voice saying-"

"Cecelia."

"Yeah, like that."

"Cecelia, it's me, Elvis!"

"You can't be here, E!" Patsy shouted as Rosa and Daphane stood by the door.

"I ain't inside, Patsy," pushing past everyone was Cecelia, her ear by the door as she got giddy. They were something out of a romance novel. They were the definition of true love.

"Elvis! It's me, Cece." 

"Thank God, I ain't want much but to talk to you," Elvis said as Cecelia giggled,

"I want to talk to you too, handsome."

"I'll be honest. I'm nervous about this wedding thing cause what if I-I-."He took a deep breath, "What if I'm not good at being a husband." 

"Oh, Elvis, you're going to be a great husband. You listen, and you care, and you're gentle and kind. You're an angel." Cecelia smirked, "Well, most times."

"Whadya mean most."

"You know what I mean."

"I do? Oh... Oh." Elvis turned red, but she could hear the smirk on his face arrive. "What about you, Cece? You nervous about anything?"

"A lot of things, really, but when I'm by your side, I know I'll be alright."

 "Hey E, it's time!" 

"Hi, Joe!" Cecelia said from the door.

"Hey, Cece! We'll see you in a few."

The music in the chapel had begun to play, and Elvis and his friends stood there waiting for Cecelia. Rosa, Daphane, Patsy, and Midge. All stood on the left side, waiting patiently for the woman of the hour to arrive.

"I'm walking my little pumpkin down," Alfonso said, growling at his wife,

"No, I am..." Denise rolled her eyes,

"How about you both walk her down." Eleanor groaned, "And stop arguing! Thought you two settled that when y'all got married again." she rolled her eyes, walking into the chapel. Cecelia walked up to her parents as they were taken away, she was wearing her grandmother's dress and wedding shoes, 

"My little pumpkin... Is a woman." Alfonso teared up.

"Daddy, don't cry. It's a joyful day. I'm marrying Elvis, my true love." She hugged him. Her parents locked arms with her as Denise teared up, 

"You look beautiful, sweetheart." Denise sniffled,

Walking down, Cecelia could feel every eye on her, but she didn't care, for her eyes were on Elvis, his tux on as he waved at her and his mouth opened at how she looked,

"Damn, you're lucky," Red whispered,

"Nah, I'm blessed." Elvis teared up. He told himself he wouldn't cry, but an angel had just landed, and she was to be his wife. 

"Who gives this bride to this man." 

"We do." Denise and Alfonso said as Vernon helped her up,

Elvis took her hand as he lifted her veil. "Well, hot damn!" he whispered, "Can I kiss 'er now?!" everyone in the chapel began to laugh as Cecelia giggled, 

"I could ask the same thing, too." She smiled. The ceremony went on, and the two couldn't stop looking at each other. 

"Now, the vows."

"I'll be honest, I didn't write anything. Cause if I did, I'd been dead." Cecelia said as Elvis chuckled, "So I'll talk from my heart." Cecelia took a deep breath as she looked up at him, 

"Elvis Aaron Presley, when you bumped into my life in October 1954, I was hypnotized, not by the star we'd both become, but by your soul. It shook me to my very core." She blushed, "I've never been the same. You've been there for me through thick and thin. You're my best friend, my angel, my lover, my everything, and I pray you continue to be my everything just as I am yours."

Elvis blushed as he kissed her hand,

"Your turn." She winked,

"How am I gonna top that? Oh, like this. " Elvis smiled, holding her hand, "Cecelia, there are many ways I could talk about ya, but I'll start from when I first knew you'd Uh be mine." He laughed as he started to get nervous, " You know, I don't ever think you saw me as Elivs the star. You saw me as the guy who'd, uh eat the fries off yer plate. Or the guy who can make a fool of himself. You saw me, an I felt honored that you did. You didn't care if I talked too much, didn't care about none of it." He got bashful,

"Cece, I love you 'cause you see the imperfect me and still think I'm a swinging guy."

"Cause you are," Cecelia commented as he took her hand, 

"Well, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Presley. You may now-"

Elvis dipped Cecelia as he kissed her passionately and sweetly, taking her hand as Rosa and Daphane dropped the broom at their feet, jumping over it. The new couple had been truly excited about their life together. 

Heading back to Graceland, the two were in bliss, it was cold, and Cecelia was in her winter fur, but she felt warmed by the love radiating off of her Elvis. Carrying her over the threshold Cecelia was filled with laughter and love as was Elvis, they were surrounded by friends and family, and, 

"Elvis look at how gorgeous the cake is..." 

"To think we'll have to cut it, with its strawberry filling in it." 

"It's what..." She cheesed like a kid in a record store, 

"Nothing, doll." Walking her by the cake as she took a taste of the icing, 

"HEY E CATCH!" From the backyard, his cousins and his father-in-law were playing football at the reception, and Elvis couldn't resist. As he looked at his wife, she waved him off to join them. 

"You wanna play around some?"

"Elvis I'm no good at sports."

"Oh come on." He pleaded as she walked over with him, the game was intense Alfonso had passed it to Billy who then passed it to Elvis, but then he fumbled it and Red caught it only for it to land in the hands of 

"I CAUGHT IT!!! WHAT DO I DO NOW?"

"RUN!!!" Denise looked over and shook her head, she couldn't believe her daughter was playing football in the Tenessse cold in her wedding gown. Cecelia ran like hell as she kept going until she felt someone tackle her, looking up it was Elvis who planted a kiss on her cheek,

"Thanks, babe I won," he smirked

"Oh no you didn't!" She said getting up, a grass stain on her dress as the two began to laugh. 

"CECELIA SHANEL PRESELY!"

"MAMA IT'S JUST A STAIN IT'LL COME OUT!" Cecelia shouted back, as his cousins agreed with her, 

"Spoken like a true Presley..." Elvis said kissing her again,

"And forever may I be." Nuzzling his nose as snow flurries fell,

 "Merry Christmas Cece."

"Merry Christmas El."

Oh, how it felt to be married in the morning.

[lwlrence]

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taylor aviv (dunya)

swift arabia (aakhirah)

alicia keidis (minaj (seen) -whatsapp begun-

jeffrey's pak supermarket

scohne's a dell (phd)

x-this pit (KISS)

swift come and get it (take that)

5 seconds to kid a man

leto go

passenger over murs (lawrence)

pratt that this to me

whatsthis (asap)

snapthat (first class)

futurelee story (selena arabia)

same wham! time (scott of arabia: law assed)

ignored and order: belieber

word no order: selena of arabia (jeddin bieber)

linna riyadh word economy

echwhore (hit me baby one more time)

addtocart: ebible (howard's island)

criminicart minds: tiktok

hit me baby one more eye

prisonconservatorship: under girl (ageplay)

age pay

tenndr

delulu wallah

wine SS ass

tenntanic

jailus

words case tomorrow

spasticca

star trigga

star hoarders: pawn hub

lie rack whine (buckley's edit)

edgit allah po (tubby)

mooby uber boobs (strangest)

olly olo god attack: saiyan

goku wan

mooper duper hoover uber boobs (pushing)

broad hub

groffkhaill

dido west-end manual

my rack hoe (allah says)

simon (as) says. this that -take- s.o.s

s.o.s cowell: gomez (as) -snatched-

selling allah (mehr king)

tiger king (greek phobia)

greek probia

tiger mehr (king)

eurythmehr kingdom allahcandoit (savillian)

buying mo’ warmers (mehr)

ice-car crash (syme’s rhymes)

busta symes

F.I.T (busta)

aggressive develalacooper sadie j

comic sans homelander

A-land paris

century gothic font losers

arial racists (microshot: paris)

papyrus FiNeding NeMo’ (greek debt)

A-A syme’s europe

Hum digital (capita Qur’an: stocks the wall (street never)

symesmythe: Matte black

symesmith: brilliant white

symesmut: magenta

symeshouse: dani

symesnail: harrisisterstanlee

symesmenieres: premiering disease

hopinghomes: landed her

plasymessticks: mattelian (mark) racists

auld lang syme: kr hum europe

sandalwood no syme: House M.D.

mcafee spastic coffee campaign: republican

norton gomorrah winner winner chinese dinner Qur’an: tories

tories stories

powerproint gods: pronto yeezy wannabees (dubai)

LAX cardigain (again)

fresh since syme may (air bells are ring-a-dinging)

syme’ssmiths: king

syme’smyths: liar

meincraft word

mysymecronesoft: powerpoint

gomallah hubby bubblegum

sistreep of a down: syme moore complex

john frubeshan (heart food that you wish you (saw)

suns not a chance (middle east)

sunny in dubai (dead date)

khalas dylan swooner (sunny date)

medjool in the building: south africa

cheaper’s dozen (khaab last): america

pushina daily: kingdom garten

sank b4: friday

shipstake: butthopes (hole-y adventure)

nick cake: pushy daisy

jeremy clarks gun

mop gear

moo gear

little dykes

suns and roses

oppouganda: aleppo

tinky parker winky weekly

dipimpsy

corona leone: home alone

albanana’s allah

shrukira leone

bunda buddy buoddy body benchwarmers PIA

franchester united

gluster

crapistan verde: arabia

mononiggalollypollypocket: KKK

bryan dancer

will bri-anne dean lewis shahada (cox)

jew F O CNN

focnn

micky trees house

unohollywillhoubynetwork

wokenafrica

diddydydley: potter parkistan

parkistan’s mecca: no michael

lady haa hoo: S.O.S

lady bee gees

man hoo dung flung

360p haa hoo

poor monitor (omg you did not (pi)

alligeneral genitals: hilary duffonit

amy’s living bouffant: highlairious

jewonamy

milly jesus network

jewellery for carpenters

shit sheikh

sagi-magi-watermelons (zade)

hippy campus cops

hippo-vegas regulars

hippo-crimp fantastic

hippo-bellamy elevels

gods are witches too

shite

leo-dicapricorn monument valley: city weller

demo-god: africa

shell-enã homes end

ding dong battery bastards inc.

nokia lollypop OG’s (2010)

shat africa: o.k. computer

wires (T) ben

lundis

week-stend

coppolobby terrorists: eh-oh

enji bengermans

ford fokopolis

fuckassho: guernica

one ear

last year millenials

last date goodbye

2022

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won man

adick ducks dick-stra engine: ferrari can afford

cars superstars

tightening mcqueen (mah kween)

city chitty bang wang

want winter wang nowhere

my own private ghetto

gold crash crash bandit: peshawar

sassprisun

viraped

arien

gorillas: airaped pod hunt

duluxex: duran out

touchpad genies (r us)

lettipole lettuce breadwinners

let that canq in

canq-c

sink-c

anchor-age heavymetal

heavy mentallists: what?

patrick bateman stans

pandastanzas

harpy crash jewpolyindia

zac reference (f-rom)

adiducks adidasisad crash bandiscooter

adidad german fresco

monet’s macroni (pasta)

jack riddiford’s england

roman

rominihominijewishvegas

cramp twins

amina-da show

mcclean: vaginal floorists (united kingdom)

wake sun posh

pratt spice

brb telly gomez

john loki-bare

villionamillion: vermillions

dubby no n

wennes day

demi emmy wemmi when

curan

lohandipol

cist control

pesswhen allah

shien t

fok-trolls splice s

piles girls (spice out)

halt thatcher fire

maggi spice

we men (jls?)

kung fun wangda

shahadi hindu raja turkmenistan

turkmeni menstruation mensa

mensee-saw (as)

men-see see (jedi fat-camp)

kaus australis (years and years)

die-bolic medicine

phat harmer

kran wendigo

thur-hursday (benhaj)

mister maga whore gulf fines

raefence high school musical

dave’s camera pork belly

symesith: incorporated

mister babestation (kitty maker)

coryhoax: british telecom masterbaiters

finnland QIA

grandmalee: pacemakers

pace marketers markers: DIGBIC

bicbic digdig: billented

notorious B.I.C (robin)

diluted die-lite africa

smash camp: LA

wompinama

panamipizzahut

cheque-in toes

madre panda complex surplus cushion delaware

marble: qiyamat smashout

zina seesaw zeen8tor

slamzilla: god komplex

borwe

gralla kramp

phoenix WWE

river tireland

quackn phoenix: zunubba stone

wicca: bingo

bengo bingimins

wingy woopoop: pink thursday

thoramous

smishit

allacannot

kanut

wug

gombat

bitch bingo

wennus tennus venus weenis penis

just pranks: gona forget boot it

wat wamp

lecca wecca

[trulybetty]

oct' 17 x whispers

Prompt: apple scent Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Bryony Morgan (OFC) Word Count: 609 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, playing fast and loose with prompts, dieter being dieter, mostly fluff and maybe one fiona the hippo reference. Summary: what happens in vegas...

x. masterlist

Amidst the clamor of neon lights and the faint hum of the city's nightlife, whispers passed between Bryony and Dieter as they stood outside the Las Vegas Little White Chapel. Bryony's heart raced, the weight of their spontaneous decision settling in.

“Are we really doing this?” she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and disbelief as they stood beneath the fluorescent glow of the building's neon sign.

Dieter grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously in the dim light. “Well, we're here, aren't we?” He paused for a moment, looking almost contemplative. “Although, I’m still disappointed that Fiona isn’t ordained,” he added with a playful sigh.

Bryony laughed softly, her nerves eased by Dieter's familiar humor. She looked glowing in her dress, each shimmering bead and sequin reflecting the city lights. The sheer white fabric glowed, with feathered fringes at the sleeves and hem swaying with every subtle movement. Her bouquet of fresh daffodils Dieter had managed to procure, putting confirmation on Vegas being the city where anything was possible, seemed to mirror her radiance.

Dieter, looking equally casually dashing and debonair in his navy velvet suit, wrapped an arm around her. The rich blue of his attire made a striking contrast against her luminous white dress.

“Thought only virgins wore white,” he whispered into her ear, his hand finding hers as he played with the engagement ring that had only graced her finger for all of two months. 

Bryony looked up at Dieter, a wicked smile on her ruby red lips, “What the King doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” 

Dieter squeezed her hand as he laughed, it had been his idea to elope to Vegas. Neither one of them were interested in the formalities of a wedding. But it had been Bryony’s insistence that if they were going to do it, they were going to do it properly and it was going to be Elvis or nothing at all. 

“On a scale of one to ten,” Dieter asked as he pushed open the door of the Chapel, “is your mom going to be mad we eloped?”

Bryony snorted, “She’ll be pissed at me, but shoving KitKats and cups of tea at you while she tells you she loves you.”

It was a slight exaggeration, but Bronwyn’s love for Dieter was well known.

Dieter glanced down at Bryony with a smirk, “I can’t help it if I’m the favourite.”

She nudged him playfully, “Sure, like you don’t love to encourage it.”

The two of them stood in the entrance for a brief moment, the air filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the soft hum of the chapel's air conditioning. They could hear the faint strains of an Elvis song playing from speakers from somewhere further inside.

Bryony sighed contentedly, wrapping her arm through Dieter's. “You know, as impromptu as this all is, it feels... right.”

Dieter pulled her close, his fingers brushing a stray hair from her face. “It's us. A little unpredictable, and maybe a bit mad?”

Bryony laughed, “You sure you’re not talking about you?” she said as she rested her head on his shoulder, taking in the gravity of what they were about to do.

Gathering up some courage, Dieter looked down at her, his voice soft yet earnest. “Are you ready to become Mrs. Bravo, Ms Morgan?”

Bryony nodded as the double doors to the left of them swung open, the doorway framing a tall man in a black rhinestone jumpsuit, guitar swung on his back and what looked like to Bryony his own hair styled in a tremendous quiff. 

“Well, howdy there, lovebirds! Are y'all ready to get all shook up?”

[still-nix-d-goffic]

10 songs with names in the title challenge.

Thanks, @tinx-methinks for the tag! You can see her post here.

Let me know if you recognize one of these.

In no particular order here goes:

Ruby, Don't Take Your Love to Town- CAKE (original by Kenny Rodgers.)

Donny Darko got the Draco - B Train, Trippy the Kid

(Marie's the Name) His latest Flame - Elvis

Donatella - Lady Gaga

Half Jack - The Dresden Dolls

Bizzy Lizzy - Clann an Drumma

Kathy's Song - Apoptygma Berserk

Boris the Spider - The Who

Bruce Campbell - Psychstick

Christian Says - Tones on Tail

And an honorable mention from my favorite band (and cause I'm not sure aliases count for the challenge lol.)

Pogo the Clown - Dog Fashion Disco

Now for the hard part:

@hare-majesteit-aurelius, @bayousexual, @unwontedfemme, @firearmwitch, @alivewiththe-glory-of-love, @yuki--0nna, @esotericdeath, @x-cxnspxrxcy-x, @peaachyleaf, @thatgirlfromhotelcalifornia

Yeah that's right, I'm gonna make you all sorry for interacting with my posts enough I know your handles, mwa ha.

[hellcatinnc]

Piofiore Men On Spoiling You For Valentine's Day

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, x Fem! Reader, gifts, valentine's day, valentines, vday, chocolates, romance, bubble baths, rose petals, roses, stuffed animals, plushies, truffles, wine, jewelry, making love, dinner, dresses, romantic night, romantic

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What these men would do for you to show you that you are loved and cared for. They will show you what its like to be cherished on Valentine's Day.

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Dante

Box of mixed truffles and chocolates in a velvet heart box

A dozen roses & calla lilies laying across the in a box with a cute note

Candle lit dinner over a glass of wine outside in a gazebo

Wine, wine, and more wine. Yes he is trying to get you drunk however he is a lightweight so soon you will see how cute he can be with his slurs until you shut him up with your lips

Cute kitty stuffy since you both love cats it seemed to fit

Purrrfect together greeting card to tell you he loves you

He got you a book of love poems and marked his favorite ones so you could always have that closeness, and its a 1st edition book

Gives you a little music box that plays the melody when opened its also fully customized to have yours and Dante's name on it

The card that came with the music box just for you:

My Soulmate

Our LOVE is such a precious gift That joins us two together; With laughter, trust, hope, loyalty, and care, We'll share this joy forever. A wonderful reflection of two hearts, forever true, forever yours, Today, tomorrow and always. I will be with you and love you for eternity.

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Nicola

Pours you a hot bubble bath with scented bubble soap - bath big enough for you both

Glass of champagne, strawberries, and glasses

Will kiss you from head to toe including all your ticklish spots

Pretty box of chocolates and roses

Making love by the fireplace soft lighting and a shag rug

Cute I love you teddy bear

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Orlok

He bought you a beautiful cross angel necklace to show you your really is saving grace his angel, the love of his life

One single preserved rose in a glass dome so you can look at it anytime you want.

A cute box or preserved roses and chocolate covered strawberries

Sweet card to let you know he cares

He dedicates a song to you he heard on the radio, you have to look it up to listen to it but the gesture is still very sweet

He buys you a shawl to wear to keep you warm when he isn't snuggling you and since pda isn't something you do then it will keep you somewhat warm til you get home.

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Gilbert

He got you a lovely dress, in a beautiful heart box, so he could show you off tonight as you hit some of the nicest elegant restaurants. You will be on his arms every where you go, dancing the night away and then he will help remove that dress later in the night

Box full of gold dipped roses and red roses all fermented so you can keep them forever and they will never die

Gourmet breakfast waiting for you at the dining table when you get up and go down stairs

Dinner romantic setting in the evening on the beach

Wine tasting together

Violins playing while you eat on the beach

He got a beautiful necklace and earring set ruby's, to wear tonight

Your night will end in a beautiful hotel room in a 5 star hotel

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Yang

Buys you beautiful dress somewhat revealing so he can have his hands on you any time

He buys you a lingerie to wear under the dress until later in the night he gets to take it all off with his teeth

Cute valentine's day panda and he will be expecting alot of kisses since its what the panda requested

a bottle of red wine he got imported from a client

A box of candy chocolates. They are imported from China and even come in a cute little wooden box this way when the candy is gone you can reuse it for other things.

Lots of sex

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[etmox]

Hi Ruby, any chance we'll get a behind the scenes book with all your photos (and Hugh's) for Elvis, or maybe a documentary about the process, maybe for EP's 90th birthday?😏🙏

I love seeing how films are made and all the little details.

(Thanks for sharing some of them with us on insta 🥰 )

Hugh and I are both down to do this! X

[voxmortuus]

I'm back baby! Got another one for you to help keep your flow going, if you would oblige me. ♥ And I have another one for Ben, but I won't put it in the same request.

Austin Butler's Elvis. It's his earlier days when he first started to become popular and his name was getting around. It wasn't unusual for him to keep some company on the road from time to time, and maybe the reader was his company one night. Could be left open to lead to some sort of heartbreak plot follow up, but of course that is always up to you.

►PAIRING: Austin Butler!Elvis x Fem!Reader

►UNIVERSE: Elvis (2022)

►WORDS: 1.4k

►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above

►SONG INSPIRATION: Hound Dog - Shonka Dukureh & Baby, Let's Play House - Austin Butler

►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Pure Smut | One-Night-Stand | Oral [Male Reciving] | Face-slapping | Spitting | Vaginal Penetration | Rough Sex from Behind | Choking | Hair Pulling | Spanking | Oral Ejaculation | Rough Oral | Female Masturbation | Demanding Dominant Elvis | Implied more than one fuck session | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision.

►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa

►My Master Masterlist

It was exciting, it was a rush, and you were like a kid in a candy store. He was someone important, and he was going to be something big. Maybe it was the idea of someone up and coming wanting your company for the evening, maybe you felt like you shared a moment. Little did you realize that to him, you were just someone who was passing his time, an empty night of emotionless, unattached, carnal pleasures.

You decide to get a little risky. Leaving your dress in your car, you're wearing nothing under your black box coat. Your heels echo on the concrete slabs of the motel's walkway. Your hair is perfectly set and placed as always, and ruby red lips, and slightly winged eyeliner, like a cat decorated and made your eyes stand out.

Letting out a slightly shaky breath you walk to his door. Tap, Tap, Tap you knock lightly, but just loud enough for him to hear, not loud enough for you to announce your presence to the entire motel wing. You chew at the bottom corner of your lip. Hearing him come from the back of the room. You feel your heart picking up. Surely it was exciting.

You feel this fluttering in your chest, the fluttering in your gut, sure, emotionless, and meaningless, a hollow night of raw fun, but that didn't mean you weren't excited about it in some way. Your chewing on your lip only grew harder, before you felt this rush of heat wash over you the moment that door opened up.

"Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. Come on in Darlin'."

There it is, that flutter, all over. You give him a smirk, and you walk in. He knew what you were there for, just like any other that had come to his motel room door at night dressed like that. He knew the signs, and he wanted the company. Didn't like really being alone that one.

Sure, maybe you expected some sort of conversation, maybe a deep-rooted genuine moment, maybe you even were expecting something well-mannered, and even a hint of passion. Sure, he'll call you Baby, tell you how good you look, maybe even kiss you like you're the most important thing in the world, but you're just going to be yesterday's flavor and tomorrow is a new taste. But tonight, that didn't matter to you. Tonight, you were going to be someone special.

Hearing the lock latch behind you, you give a small smirk, chew on your lip, and turn to look at him. Searching his face, shirt half open, you lick your lips and smirk. God damn was this man a fuckin vision in his own unique way.

Wasting no time, you run your hands up his legs, brushing your hand against the front of his pants, feeling that slightly excited cock twitch under the palm of your hand you gaze up at him and smirk. Sliding your hands up a bit more and unbutton his pants, slowly unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor.

"You show me yours Darlin', I'll show you mine." He smirked and licked his own lip after running his hand over his face a moment and he leaned in and took your hand and pulled you a little closer and untied your coat and let it fall open. "Well aren't you a delicious snack."

"Oh, no I think you're the snack, Mr. Presley." You give a soft chuckle.

"Elvis Darlin'. Just Elvis." His accent rolled off his lips, and you ate it the fuck up.

"You're the snack, Elvis... and I'm going to eat you right up." You smirk getting to your knees after letting your coat slip from your shoulders.

Biting your lip you keep your gaze on him as you move your hand up his leg under his white boxers feeling him in your hand, you smirk, and slowly pull his boxers down just enough to watch him spring into attention. You let out a soft breath as you grip him in your warm, delicate hand. and begin to slowly work the flesh-coated hard rod in your hand. Reaching up with your free hand you finish unbuttoning his shirt, he lets it fall to the floor.

Letting out a groan he smirks that signature smirk, drops his head back, and lets out a soft groan. His jaw slacked as your perfectly painted ruby-red lips met the tip of his cock and you started to slide him a little further into your mouth. Flattening your tongue you press it against the underside of his cock and your lips tighten around him. Breathing through your nose you press him deeper.

His hand finds its way to your head, placing it delicately against the back of your head he presses your head down a little more, his hips trusted against your lips. You groan, creating a vibration against his cock as you pick up the pace, your red lips leaving a ring around him as he gets a little rougher.

Taking your mouth off his cock, he looks down at you, giving you a smirk, he taps your cheek a moment. You give him this smirk, a slightly crazy smirk and he knew. His hand slaps your cheek lightly, testing it. He smirks when you do, and then there it was, a strong hand across your face.

Leaving a red mark on your cheek. He grips your face and assists you to stand. Looking into your eyes he smirks as he forces your mouth open with the pinch of his hands against your cheeks, followed by him spitting on your mouth he throws you to the bed, flips you over, slaps your ass with a firm slap, and within a matter of a few blinks, winces and moans he dives his cock deep between your wet, wanting lips.

Gripping the bed sheets in your hands, your breathing hitches and you close your eyes and lets out a heavy moan. His hips move fast against you, thrusting hard, thrusting fast, and pressing deep. Elvis the Pelvis indeed. Your moans bounced off the walls.

His hands slide up your sides and reach for your shoulders and yank you back before he grabs the hair on the back of your head and grips tightly before the other hand wraps around your throat. While he grips your hair and throat tighter his body slaps against yours.

His hand moves from your hair and swats at your ass again, and again, and again, watching the way he slips into you, and watching the way your ass bounces as it slaps against him, and slaps against his hand against your now pinking flesh. It was a beautiful sight in his eyes.

His slapping ceased against your ass as his hand snaked up your spine, and both hands wrapped around your neck, giving it a squeeze as he used you, completely used you, like a living, breathing, naturally lubricating fleshlight. Your moans escaped passed his fingers as they burst through your lips and bounced off the wall and back at the both of you.

Feeling himself getting close to a finish he pulls himself from you, and he brings you to your knees. "Touch yourself." he demands. Nodding your head you stick your hand between your legs and he slips his cock between your lips again. Tasting yourself, tasting him, your fingers move over your bud quickly, and you slip your fingers into your wet hole as he uses your mouth, a grip on the top of your head, your hair gripped firmly.

As he thrusts harder into your mouth, you feel him hit the back of your throat as he slips his cock faster between your lips, thrusting. The rawness of his motions causes you to lose yourself, your fingers move quicker, and you moan against his cock as he himself gets closer to his finish, you are riding yours. Pulling his cock from your mouth he quickly spits in your mouth and shoves his cock back into it as he unleashes hot ribbons of his release between your lips. Feeling it hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes flutter shut, as some slips past your lips, but swallowing the rest, like the good girl position he has placed you in. Feeling some drip onto your chest you run your finger up your chest and place your finger in your mouth as you lick it up. You smile. Tonight was going to be a good night... after all, you just got here.

[elvisabutler]

like fallin' into a river

summary: time apart can do a lot of things, including help your now husband learn his way around a woman. you'd be more angry if you didn't reap the benefits. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley rating: m pairing: austin!elvis ( 60's variation ) x female reader word count: 1078 ( i know, shocked me too. ) warnings: talk of previous break ups. p in v sex ( unprotected, wrap it before you tap it ). oral ( female receiving ). 60s elvis. squirting. minor bit of praise kink. author's note: so this is the double dip for day eighteen: squirting with austin!elvis. this was going to maybe be 50s elvis ( because @blurredcolour exists to encourage me to write starry-eyed 50s elvis always ) but then ruby bell was like i'm going to post this pic and ruin ally's life. so!!!! 60s elvis, my favorite little ken doll won out. this is the last piece i had left out of everyone, the main and the double dips and i wrote this so fast i'm a little startled with it. seriously i said it in the professor presley piece but i love how everyone received all of my fics for kinktober and truly i am so thankful so many of you liked them especially after it's taken me this long to fully finish. this was a really good writing exercise for me and put me out of my comfort zone a few times but i loved it so much. as always my ask box is open for requests and we all know i've got like 15 different things in my drafts at any given time so yes. thank you guys and i hope you enjoy! also you know the drill, pick your elvis, the prompt called for austin elvis but you can envision either one. also good lord i'm sorry for the amount of fics i may unleash in the next few days. something has come over me and i may actually make a solid dent in my wips.

There is a part of you that should be offended should be angry at Elvis sleeping around with other people. Yes, you two weren't dating and you were both free people at the time, but there might have been a small part of you- the romantic part of you- that thought that despite the fact that you had called off your engagement all those years ago before he left for the war and then immediately went to start on his assembly line of pictures- that he'd wait. You can't fault him for it though, because you were studying to further your life and in your mother's eyes catch a more suitable husband than Elvis Presley- Elvis the Pelvis- who she figured would have no career when he came back to the states. You've never been so thankful she was wrong though, and while it was a surprise to see Elvis show up on campus you couldn't help but feel flattered by the attention and the fact that he cared enough and you supposed missed you enough to come find you despite you never getting back in contact with him.

There is another part of you, the part of you that's currently spread out on your shared bed with your now husband between your legs licking at your clit with no signs of stopping despite how your fingers have his black locks of hair clenched in between them as you pull ever so softly at them. That part of you? Oh that part of you is so thankful he's slept with other people because you know that've taught him the skills he didn't have before. Skills that have you trying to ride his face while his hands hold down your thighs and hips, preventing much real movement from happening.

"Elvis." His name leaves you lips in a whisper, almost as if that's the loudest you can speak. "Baby- Don't- Want more."

He pulls away his face at don't and want more assuming you meant the words to be put together. You've told him to stop before and not meant it so it never hurts for him to double check where you're at so to speak. "You alright?" He murmurs, looking up at you in between placing a kiss to your inner thigh.

You blink at him once, twice, three times before focusing on his face and answering appearing just a little bashful. "Yeah. Just- Want more than your tongue."

The way his lips curl into a smirk is positively sinful and serves to remind you that once again, the boy you had left behind who you had told to break things off with you had been left behind and was replaced by this rather confident man. He moves off the bed and proceeds to crawl on top of you, his hand moving to pull back his foreskin before entering you, bottoming out as slowly as he could. Your breath leaves your body at the sensation as you allow yourself a kiss to his lips, tasting yourself faintly as you do. His thrusts start to increase as he places kisses down the column of your throat, your head lolling backward to allow him better access. You hear words coming out of his mouth, murmurs about how much he loves you, how much he loves how responsive you are and how he's such a lucky goddamn man to have you. It has your body heating up more than it already was, the praise rushing to your head, filling you with a burning fire that you're hoping he can continue to quench. His hand slides in between the two of you, cupping your pubic mound just for a moment before slipping his fingers next you your clit. You don't need the stimulation, necessarily, usually the brush of his cock against you when he thrusts can do the job but he seems to want to spoil you today. It seems like he wants to wrench every bit of pleasure from you today.

He lets your hips meet his thrusts, somehow keeping his fingers playing ever so teasingly with your clit in a way that has you just dangling on the edge of cumming as you chase that high. Your eyes had fallen shut at one point, too overwhelmed with the sensation of seeing him look at you with love and lust all rolled into one. He grunts something that sounds like "goddamn" and that's what causes you to open your eyes to see his brow furrowed in concentration as he does a particularly rough thrust that has you barreling over the edge. The coil in your abdomen just breaks so suddenly you barely have a chance to warn him your brain only allowing you to say his name over and over like a prayer.

"It's like a goddamn river down here you're so wet. Cumming so damn much." He's muttering to himself but you realize he's not wrong as he's sliding with so much ease and you feel a bit of a wet spot forming underneath you. Oh. He had done it again, wrenched that sort of orgasm out of you that he called squirting. You'd be embarrassed but the way it has him losing his mind, has him thrusting quicker just to find his own release demolishes any ability for you to be embarrassed, especially after he cums, his head falling to your shoulder and biting it lightly with a groan. He stays on top of you for a moment, both of you too fucked out to really care about needing to clean up and realizing neither one of your legs is going to immediately work. When you both have caught your breath and your bearings, Elvis nuzzles at your nose, a small smile gracing his lips. He looks, if you had to guess, pretty pleased with himself. "Ya squirted again. Keep doin' that and 'm gonna get an ego 'bout it."

Your lips purse as you shake your head. "As if you don't already have an ego." You pause. "Keep doing what you've been doing and I'll try and have it happen every time."

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "That a challenge, darlin'?"

The only answer you give him is a shrug before you find yourself being rolled on top of him with a trail of kisses being peppered from your neck to your chest.

And it was a challenge, not that you would ever tell him that.

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 5 - Meet Me in St. Louis

It’s the return of Elvis and Ruby! I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to everyone who’s liked, shared, and commented on my writing. It is so encouraging and means so much to me. ❤️

Writing Prompt: Elvis in a car

Content: Fluff, smut, 1973 Elvis, 18+

October 31, 1973

Ruby let her thoughts wander as she absentmindedly strolled down the sidewalk with her shopping bags.  She had walked to the store to pick up some candy for the trick-or-treaters that would be flooding the neighborhood later.  Ella would be home from school soon and would need help putting the finishing touches on her costume.  As usual when she was alone, she found her mind drifting to Elvis.  To her knowledge, he had not tried to contact her in the almost two months since they had admitted their love for each other in Las Vegas.  She had seen the news stories about his rant against the Hilton on closing night, rumors of a falling out with his manager, and his divorce being finalized at last.  She knew he must be going through a lot of turmoil, and at first she had tried to convince herself that was the reason for his silence, but it was probably time to face the music - she had just been a convenient distraction for him, and now he was back to a life that had no room for a single mother in St. Louis.  As if the weather sensed her melancholy mood, raindrops started to pour down with no warning.  “Dammit,” she muttered to herself, looking up at the sky as if that would stop them somehow.  

“Be careful baby, sugar melts in the rain,” an unmistakable deep voice called out.  Ruby glanced over with surprise, just now noticing the fancy black car that had pulled over to the side of the road.  She saw Elvis’ handsome face gleaming at her from the back window.  Her jaw fell open a little bit as she took a step closer.  “How did you know I have candy?” she asked, unsure of what else to say, looking down at the brown paper bags that were starting to get soggy.  “Now honey, ya know I was talkin’ ‘bout you,” Elvis chuckled.  “Now get in here ‘fore ya float away with your candy.”  The rain soaking through her clothes assured her that this was the only sensible decision.

“Aw, honey, you’re soakin’ wet, you’re gonna catch cold,” Elvis murmured as he pulled Ruby in close and planted a big kiss on her lips, which were still hanging open slightly in shock.  “How are you, I mean, what are you, um, why are you here?” she blurted out awkwardly.  She could see his lopsided smile drop a little bit at her less-than-welcoming reception.  “I mean, I haven’t heard from you, I just thought you didn’t want…” she trailed off, trying to backtrack on her initial hostility.  “I do want, honey,” Elvis said, looking a bit dejected.  “I’ve had a lot goin’ on, and I tried ta call ya a couple times, but ya ain’t got no answerin’ service.”  “Oh,” Ruby said, feeling stupid.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you called.”  She did most of her seamstress work from home, but she supposed he could have called when she was out running errands.  Or, knowing his schedule, maybe when she was sleeping.  “I just figured you didn’t want to see me again.”  Elvis looked up sharply.  “I drove all the way here, baby,” he said.  “Of course I wanted ta see ya.”  Charlie cleared his throat softly from the driver’s seat.  “I guess Charlie wants credit for drivin’ me here,” Elvis said with a hollow chuckle.  

Ruby swallowed and looked down at her hands.  “Elvis, I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered.  “Ya are?” he asked, tilting her chin up toward him.  “Of course,” Ruby admitted.  “I was just feeling worried.  I have all these feelings for you, and then I didn’t hear from you, or I thought I didn’t hear from you, and I’m scared.”  She could feel herself beginning to tear up.  “Oh, Ruby, you ain’t gotta be scared of me.  I told ya I had a lot goin’ on, but I’m here now.  Ya know I wanna be with ya.  There’s a reason we’re back in each other’s lives, and I ain’t throwin’ that away.  Understand, baby?” Elvis gazed at her, waiting for an answer.  Ruby nodded and let him wrap her hand in his own.  “Ya sure are a sight for sore eyes,” he said, his smile reappearing now.  “Really?  I probably look like a drowned rat,” Ruby laughed.  Elvis’ eyes lowered to her chest and his grin grew bigger.  “Naw, baby, ya look really good like this.  Jus’ make sure no one else lays an eye on ya.”  Ruby followed his gaze down and gasped a little bit when she saw how her sopping wet blouse had molded itself to every contour of her breasts, her nipples prominently poking through the fabric.  She could feel her face flushing bright red as Elvis chuckled and pulled her in close to him.  “Mmm my red Ruby, you’re actin’ like I ain’t seen ya naked before,” he whispered in her ear, sending a little shiver down her spine.  “Elvis!” she whispered shyly, her eyes darting toward the front seat.  “Charlie ain’t listenin’ to us, are ya, Charlie?” Elvis called out.  “No, boss,” came the reply from the front.  “Jus’ drive us to Miss Ruby’s house,” Elvis instructed and leaned back toward her.  His hand gently caressed her chest as she succumbed to the pleasure of his soft lips pressing against hers.

Ruby felt like she could go on kissing Elvis for hours, but they pulled up in front of her house in just a few minutes.  Elvis looked out the window and surveyed the sky.  “I guess we should get inside while the rain’s let up.”  Ruby noticed the downpour had disappeared as quickly as it had come.  It was as if it occurred at the perfect time for Elvis to rescue her and woo her back into his arms without a second thought.  Maybe this is all happening for a reason, she mused.  “Uh, what should I do, boss?  Wait here, or…” Charlie trailed off uncertainly.  “Nah, go to the hotel.  I’ll call ya if I need ya,” Elvis responded, grabbing a small suitcase and opening the door.  He hurried around to help Ruby get out with her wet grocery bags.  Ruby glanced around nervously, hoping none of the neighbors were watching.  Elvis wasn’t exactly incognito in a silver jacket with rainbow flames licking the shoulders.  She smiled as she looked him up and down.  He seemed to have gained a little weight since she’d seen him, but she didn’t mind at all.  It actually made her flush as she thought about laying underneath him, his body pressed into hers.  Elvis looked over and smirked as they climbed the steps to the porch.  “You’re gonna make me blush, baby, the way you’re undressin’ me with your eyes like that.”  “I’m sorry,” Ruby murmured.  “I just don’t know how you get more handsome every time I see you.”  She loved the way her compliments always seemed to both embarrass and please him.

Ruby set the bags of candy on the kitchen counter and turned to see Elvis surveying the living room, looking at the framed photos of her and Ella.  “Where’s your girl now?” he asked.  “She should be home from school any minute, actually,” Ruby commented.  “If you’d rather go, I understand,” she said, looking away nervously.  Elvis turned to look at her in surprise.  “Oh, do ya not want me to meet her?”  He looked a little hurt again.  “No, no, you can meet her, I just didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable, or-” she stammered out before Elvis cut her off.  “Ruby, I love ya.  I want to be in your life, but that means ya have to let me in,” he said as he walked closer and took her hands in his, looking directly into her eyes.  She could feel them watering as she nodded and said, “Okay.  I’ll let you in.”  Elvis smiled with relief and held her close to him.  “And Elvis?” she added.  “Yes, baby?”  “I love you too.  I’m so glad you came.”  She could feel his embrace around her tighten.  “Baby, you should get outta these wet clothes,” he murmured into her hair.  “Are you just trying to see me naked again?” she teased.  “Nah, there’ll be plenty of time for that later,” he laughed.  “I can’t get all excited when we won’t have the time for me to take care of ya properly.”  Ruby smiled at this and leaned up to kiss his lips before going into her bedroom to change.  

She returned to the living room to find that Elvis had made himself at home on the couch with some peanut butter cups from one of the grocery bags.  “Elvis!” she swatted at him playfully, “Those are for the trick-or-treaters!”  Elvis looked up at her with a big grin and whistled lowly.  “You look beautiful baby, even if I can’t see those pretty nipples anymore.”  He laughed as Ruby’s face turned scarlet.  “Aw, red Ruby, your face matches your dress now,” he continued to tease as he pulled her onto his lap.  She smoothed out her red dress with rainbow stitching at the waistline.  She was too embarrassed to say that she had picked it out so they would match a little bit with their rainbow colors.  Instead she leaned in and licked the chocolate off Elvis’ lip.  “You’re a messy eater,” she teased him.  “I can think of something really messy I’d like to eat,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers digging into her waist.  “Elvis!” Ruby squealed, shocked but delighted by his naughty innuendo.  Just at that moment, the doorknob turned and Ruby jumped up off his lap.

“Mom!  I’m home!” Ella called out as she walked in the door.  I’m right here sweetie, and we have a guest,” Ruby said nervously.  Ella turned as she walked into the living room and her jaw just about hit the floor.  “You’re - you’re Elvis Presley,” she announced in awe.  Elvis stood up from the couch and reached his hand out.  “You must be Ella.  I’ve heard so much about ya,” he said with a grin.  Ella reached her hand out and shook his, looking like she was in a trance.  “Why are you in our house?” she stared over at her mother in confusion.  “Oh, I’m jus’ an old friend of your mom’s,” he said, smiling down at how her hand was still shaking his.  She dropped his hand then and gasped.  “You did meet in Germany, didn’t you?” she asked accusingly.  “My mom said she only caught a glimpse of you.”  “Well, we may have had a conversation as well,” Ruby said softly, trying to think of how to get herself out of this uncomfortable situation.  “Then when she came to my concert in August, we got a chance to talk again.”  Elvis smiled over at Ruby, trying to help her explain his presence.  “Your concert?” Ella asked in disbelief, looking at Ruby once more.  “You went to Las Vegas while I was gone?”  Then a look of realization came over her face.  “Are you…dating?” she asked.  “Are you dating Elvis Presley and you didn’t tell me?”  Elvis looked at Ruby questioningly also, realizing that she must not have mentioned a thing about him.   Ruby cleared her throat nervously.  “It’s, um, kind of a long story, and I think that’s enough questions for right now.  I can explain it all later, but you need to finish getting your costume ready for tonight.  Trick-or-treat starts in an hour.”  She turned and walked into the kitchen before either of them could question her any further.

Ella went into her bedroom to get ready, and Ruby could hear Elvis’ heavy footsteps walk up behind her while she was pouring the bags of candy out into a big bowl.  “So…ya didn’t even think to mention me huh?” he asked, sounding a bit disappointed.  Ruby turned to find him standing directly behind her, blocking her against the counter.  “Elvis, it’s not that I didn’t think to, I mean, I just didn’t know what to say.  I didn’t know if I’d even see you again.  I didn’t want to get…anyone’s hopes up,” she tried to explain.  Elvis nodded slowly and sighed.  “I understand, baby.  But, I should probably tell ya, my hopes are up.”  He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.  Ruby stared up into his beautiful face, noticing how his long lashes fanned over his cheeks. “I think I didn’t want to admit it to myself,” she said softly, “but so are mine.”  Elvis leaned down and pressed his lips gently to hers.

Ella cleared her throat behind them and they nervously jumped apart, looking like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.  “If you two are done playing kissy-face, can you tell me if my costume looks okay?” Ella asked as Elvis and Ruby tried to suppress their smiles.  Ella was wearing a pink dress that Ruby had made and had her hair in braided pigtails with big bows.  “I wanted to be Marcia Brady, but mom made me dress as Cindy instead,” Ella announced with some disappointment in her voice.  “Probably no one will even know who I am because my hair’s too dark to be Cindy.”  “You can dress as a teenager when you are a teenager,” Ruby said.  “I’m practically a teenager,” Ella mumbled.  “Well, I think ya look mighty cute,” Elvis said with a grin.  “Plus ya don’t wanna grow up too fast, people give ya more candy when you’re younger,” he added.  Ella considered that and nodded in agreement.  “I think you’re onto something there, Mr. Presley,” she said, sounding pleased.  “Please jus’ call me Elvis, dear,” he said with a warm smile.  “Okay Elvis dear,” Ella said, making all three of them giggle.

The doorbell rang and Ella grabbed her trick-or-treat bag.  “My friends are here!  I’m going, mom!” she called out as she ran for the door.  “Hold on, give me a hug,” Ruby said as she pulled Ella in close.  “Be careful and stay together.  Don’t forget your overnight bag,” she added.  “Don’t worry, we’ll be careful. And I expect the full long story when I come home,” Ella said sternly. She gave Ruby a quick kiss on the cheek, waved goodbye to Elvis, and rushed out the door.  “Overnight bag?” Elvis asked.  “Oh, yeah, she’s staying over at a friend’s house after trick-or-treating,” Ruby explained.  “Hmm, we have the house to ourselves?” Elvis said, his endearing crooked smile coming out in full force, making Ruby’s heart melt and her core tingle.  “Well, after we give out the candy,” she said with a wink.  As if on cue, the first group of kids rang the doorbell.  “You should stay out of sight so you don’t cause a commotion,” Ruby instructed as she went to grab the bowl of candy.  

Ruby returned to find that Elvis had already opened the door and was signing autographs for a group of starstruck parents while the kids looked on confused, wondering where the candy was.  She thought about scolding him but saw how much he seemed to be enjoying himself and decided to just let him have fun.  Elvis continued to pass out candy with Ruby and sign autographs until the last trick-or-treater had come through.  They sat next to each other on the couch, Elvis’ arm around Ruby’s shoulders.  “I guess we had just enough candy,” Elvis announced, looking at the empty bowl on the coffee table.  “Actually,” Ruby said with a sly smile, “I set aside a bag of peanut butter cups for you since you love them so much.”  Elvis’ face lit up like a little boy’s.  “Aw, that’s sweet of ya honey,” he said, kissing her forehead.  “Do you want me to get them?” Ruby asked.  “Well, I s-s-sorta had a different treat in mind right now,” he murmured, his hand creeping up under the hem of her dress.  Ruby’s heart started racing.  “Mmm, I think I could help you with that,” she whispered.  She stood up from the couch and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bedroom with her.

As soon as they got to the bed, Ruby pushed his jacket off his shoulders and pulled his shirt off.  “Oh, God, I’ve missed this,” she whispered as she ran her hands lightly over his chest and stomach, feeling the hair tickle her fingertips.  She loved the way Elvis always seemed to tremble slightly when they were intimate with each other.  It reminded her that he was just a human being who got nervous like anyone else.  She smiled as she took in how beautiful he looked.  Elvis smiled back shyly as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop down to the ground, revealing his bare body to her.  “‘M sorry, honey, he’s not quite ready yet,” he motioned down to his soft cock hanging below the slight swell of his belly.  “No need to be sorry, he probably just needs a little loving,” Ruby said as she pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra and underwear.  Elvis stared at her naked body in admiration as she pushed him onto the bed.  “Let me take care of him,” she whispered lustily.  

Ruby started placing gentle open-mouthed kisses on Elvis’ lower abdomen and thighs, making a circle of wet spots around his cock as she caressed his balls in her hand.  A low moan came from his lips and she moved her mouth closer to his shaft, letting her warm breath tease him.  His moans grew louder and Ruby watched in awe as he started growing hard before her eyes, the head of his cock peeking out from the foreskin.  She leaned in and kissed this most sensitive spot, letting her tongue run over it, and Elvis let out a symphony of moans.  “Oh, Ruby, he’s sure ready now,” Elvis called out.   Ruby gave him one last lick and then laid next to Elvis as he turned to roll on top of her.  He reached down and ran his fingers through her folds, making sure she was wet enough to enter.  “Damn, baby, you’re so wet.  Is that cuz of me?” he asked with a proud grin.  “Of course,” Ruby blushed.  “That’s what happens when I get to lick all over your body and hear you moan my name.”  “Well, there’s plenty more where that came from, sweet red Ruby,” Elvis whispered as he thrusted into her tight little hole, the full weight of his body pressed against hers.  “Oh, Elvis, this is what I’ve been waiting for,” Ruby moaned, the pleasure consuming her immediately. “I know, baby, I know ya needed me to come take care of ya,” Elvis grunted as he continued thrusting deep inside of her.  After two months of waiting for this moment, the ecstasy washed over the two of them with an intensity Ruby could barely take.  She couldn’t stop from calling out Elvis’ name over and over as her orgasm hit so hard her entire body shook with pleasure.  With sweat falling from his forehead, Elvis stuttered up into her with a satisfied groan, filling her up and collapsing down onto her soft body, his head nuzzled against her chest.  

“Oh, wow, Elvis, that was amazing,” Ruby whispered rapturously as she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair.  “It sure was, sweet red Ruby,” Elvis responded.  “Elvis? Y’know how you have that, um, extra layer on your, y’know…” Ruby trailed off, for some reason feeling embarrassed to say the word foreskin. She could feel him tense up slightly as he realized what she was referring to. She quickly blurted out, “Well I love it! When you, um, go inside of me, I can feel it move back and forth a little bit and it feels amazing,” she ended in a whisper, her face turning beet red with this admission. Elvis relaxed and let out a little laugh. “I’m glad you love it, baby, I guess we were made for each other. Cuz he sure loves bein’ in there.” “I think your whole body is just perfect,” Ruby couldn’t stop the compliments as she continued to stroke his hair. He didn’t say anything more, but she could feel him smiling against her chest.  He leaned up and gave her nipple a little lick, laughing at how it sent a shiver through her overstimulated body.  Ruby blushed and smiled down at him.  “Y’know what I could use now, baby?” Elvis asked, looking up into her face, his eyes twinkling.  “Some peanut butter cups.”  Ruby laughed and kissed his sweet lips.

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: austin has his priscilla, but what is this priscilla's life like?

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pairing: austin butler x priscilla!reader

chapter: 02/??

smut chapter: yes

faceclaim: none, but yael shelbia to me

tags: age gap (21/31), established relationship, power imbalance, slight toxic behavior, dom!austin, sub!reader, protective!austin, protective!reader, pet names, smoking, explicit sexual content, praise kink, degradation kink, size kink, breeding kink, housewife kink, marriage, pregnancy, kids, references to elvis and priscilla, parallels with elvis and priscilla, austin referring to the reader as his priscilla, fluff, romance

ruby's note: here's the second chapter! i hope you enjoy reading. to be honest, i'm not convinced about this chapter, but it's all i have to give you. i gave it my all. it was fun, though! i enjoyed writing the last part; the rest was just tolerable. i mean, i can do better. this time, though, i just couldn't do it, but i hope you enjoy this.

the next morning, you wake up in austin's arms, aching and content. the room is enveloped in warm, cozy darkness, thanks to the thickly closed curtains blocking the light from outside. it's impossible to tell if it's still dark or if it's already dawn, so you move your head slightly to look at the digital clock next to the bed - nine in the morning.

you sigh softly at the time; it's still early. you rest your head on austin's chest again, closing your eyes in peace as you enjoy the warmth radiating from his body and the reassurance of finally having his body pressed against yours after months apart. your legs are entwined under the silk sheets and he has a warm hand on your waist, even as he sleeps.

it feels good. you missed being in his arms, you missed waking up next to him.

the thing about having a famous boyfriend, is that he's a very busy man. shoots that last for months, long press tours, interviews, photo shoots, meetings and more. you don't complain; you know austin was born for the big screen, you know he was born to shine, everything about him screams "talent" and the world needs to see him, feel him. you're so happy for him, and infinitely proud of him. you were always aware of what he could do, so none of this is a surprise, and even though he's a very busy man, it only makes you fall more in love with him, because even when he's overworked or bone tired, he always finds a way to make time for you; no matter if it's a phone call or a few texts, he always tries to be there, to give you your place and the time you deserve.

he really makes an effort, he puts effort into this relationship, he puts dedication, and you couldn't be more in love.

you press your lips against his chest and give him a soft kiss, before pressing the side of your face against his skin again, listening to the steady, quiet beat of his heart. you stay like that for a few seconds, maybe minutes. actually, maybe you're falling asleep, because you blink sleepily as you feel austin shift a little underneath you. he lets out a soft yawn and you do the same, burying your face in his neck.

"hey, doll..." he greets you in a huskier, deeper voice than usual. he has that voice whenever he's awake, and if you're not bouncing on his cock right now, it's only because you're too sore to ride him. he wraps an arm around you, pulling you even closer to his body. his morning voice, husky and low, murmurs into your hair; "did you sleep well?"

"better than i have slept in weeks." you answer honestly. you deposit a soft kiss on his chest, then his neck, his jaw, his cheek, and finally a soft, short kiss on his lips. then you bury your face in his neck again, hugging him closer.

his arms tighten around you as he lets out a pleased chuckle, he turns his head to capture your lips in a soft, sleepy kiss. "mmm, and is that for me?" you smile against his lips and nod, running a hand down his neck. "i missed you too, sweet girl." another kiss. his hand on your waist slides down to squeeze your ass, causing you to let out a small sound and grimace slightly. "does it hurt?"

"a little..." you admit softly, feeling a little shy.

"my poor baby..." austin cooes, massaging your sore and still slightly reddened ass. "on your stomach, baby. lie down." he orders you gently. you obey without complaint, feeling him move to stand behind you. you relax in place and sigh with relief as you feel his hands massaging your buttocks and his lips placing kisses on your bruised skin. "you'll be fine, love, i'm gonna to take care of you."

austin massages your ass for several minutes, giving you soft kisses on the bruised skin and various compliments, reminding you how well you took everything from him the night before, how proud he is of you. he stays there for a few minutes, massaging your ass to offer you some relief and also because he likes to entertain himself with your ass; you know he loves it and he loves the feel of it in his hands. moments later, he moves to take you in his arms and holds you close, holding your small body against his; one of his hands still caresses your ass gently and softly.

you let yourself be embraced, clinging closer to him and burying your face in his chest, a sigh of contentment leaves your lips as you feel his warmth and scent envelop you. waking up in a big empty bed feels terrible compared to this. when he's not here, you miss him. every minute. when he's with you, you feel happier and safer than ever. you feel safe in his arms and, more than anything, you know that your heart is safe in his hands.

in bed, austin is the most dominant bastard ever; demanding to the core, degrading as if he wasn't the shy man in interviews, and you know that even if you beg him to stop, he won't. not because he's an idiot, but because he knows that even if you beg him to stop, deep down you don't want him to. you two have shared thoughts, so your dynamic in bed is not bad, neither is the dynamic of your relationship in general.

now, the difference between austin in bed and austin out of bed is abysmal. in bed he degrades you and fucks you like an animal possessed; hard, aggressive, sometimes even violent, he likes to use you, to have control over you.

but out of bed?

he is the sweetest and most attentive gentleman there is. when he is away for work, he calls you every morning to say good morning, tell you how much he loves you and always assures you that he'll text you when he's free. he sends you letters and every night he tells you that he loves you.

when he's with you, he hugs you a lot, tells you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you, gives you love notes, sometimes helps you with homework when it gets too complicated for you, sometimes helps you cook and bake even though he's bad at it, praises you whenever you do something well, and is always, always, touching you. he wants and needs physical contact and, honestly, so do you.

so, if you told this to the 18-year-old girl who met him at a random party on a random day, she wouldn't believe you. but now that you know, you realize how lucky you are because, somehow, austin chose you. and, somehow, he loves you.

you are at his feet, and he knows it. and instead of taking advantage of that, he loves you back just as intensely and devotedly.

"i was thinking..." austin's deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you blink, giving your full attention to what he says. "you have ballet class today in the afternoon, right? how about i go with you?" you look up at him. "you know, i'll be leaving again in a few days to film dune and i want to spend as much time with you as possible. besides, you know i like watching you dance."

you raise an eyebrow, looking at him with a mixture of amusement and incredulity. "is that so or do you just want to see me in leotards?"

a laugh bubbles up from his throat. "well, love, you have a gorgeous body. what's my fault for being obsessed with you?" he answers you, his hand possessively caressing your ass. "the way your ass looks in that..."

"austin." you stop him before he finishes the sentence, but you still have a goofy grin on your face. "you can come, yes, but you'll have to behave."

"oh, don't worry, i'm not gonna fuck you in front of your instructor." he assures you. then he gets up from the bed without taking his eyes off you. "although i don't promise not to fuck you afterwards." he walks over to you, running his hands down your body and carries you in his arms bridal style to take you to the bathroom.

"what are you doing?"

austin doesn't answer your question, just sits you on the toilet and moves to turn on the shower faucet. you watch him silently, pulling your feet up on the toilet with you and pulling your knees to your chest. you grimace a little, because everything hurts; your ass, your hips, your legs, even your breasts. but you don't complain. instead, you rest your chin on your knees, silently watching as austin moves to regulate the water temperature so that it is comfortable for both of you.

your eyes wander over his body; tall, lean and muscular. you look at his arms, long and muscular. his shoulders, broad, big and full of marks from your hands. the bones in his back flex as he turns the keys and your eyes linger a little longer on your scratches on his skin. his waist, where you always keep a hand to hug him as he sleeps. and, god, that ass...

"see anything you like?" you look up to see austin looking down at you with an amused smile on his face. he holds out his hand and waves his fingers at you. "come here."

you take his hand and stand up. he notices your shaky legs, but outside of the amusement-filled, teasing look he gives you, he says nothing. you step into the shower and then he steps in, closing the glass door behind him. she you are a floppy little thing in the shower as you watch him, your eyes moving over the shifting muscles and taut skin, the dips and bulges of a strong body, much taller than you, intimidating and tantalizing at the same time.

as he moves you under the spray of water raining down on you, his big hands on your small shoulders, you look up, close your eyes as the warm water hits your face, your head resting against his chest as he reaches around you and grabs the bar of soap from the small shelf. he lathers you between his hands, his arms caging you in, before moving the suds over your skin.

his hands move over your chest, soaping you, cleaning you, soft big palms rubbing over sensitive skin, fingers teasing and brushing, and you feel how much he's holding back, how his cock is contracting, pressed against your lower back with how close and high he is behind you.

he continues to lather you gently, his big hands running up and down your arms, lifting them, turning them, testing their limits by dipping his fingers into your armpits, but you're too absorbed to be tickled, concentrating on the calm of the moment, on how good and safe you feel in his arms. you still don't understand how you got so lucky, how that random night led you here.

austin crouches behind you, holds your hip, reaches down to your ankles and rubs your toes. you cling to his shoulders as he lifts your feet, one after another, cradling them in his hands, and this time you shiver from the tickle as he grazes your soles with his fingernails. his soft laughter makes you blush, and when he rises again, he grabs you by the chin and lifts your head, staring at you before capturing your mouth for a gentle kiss that turns into an even wilder dance of tongues.

his hands squeeze your breasts, hardening your nipples even more. they slide down to your ass and he squeezes your buttocks between his fingers. he breaks the kiss as his fingers slide between your legs, you let out a small gasp, then feel his head next to yours as he leans in, cheek against cheek, rough skin brushing against smooth.

one strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you, while the other hand slides down your mound, sliding along your slit, toying with your entrance.

"i know you're sore..." he says against your ear; his voice deep. you feel a shiver. "but i have to fuck you right now..." he looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of denial, but you just stare at him with big blue eyes, waiting for his orders. he kisses your forehead. "against the wall. now."

as the warm water pours over the two of you, he presses you against the cold tiles of the shower, gripping your sore, reddened buttocks from the night before with his hands. you stare at the white tile as he pulls your cheeks apart, revealing your pink pussy.

"fuck, look at that..."

you rest your hands against the cold tiles as you feel his hands squeezing your ass, pulling your cheeks apart. austin gropes your ass and you're used to it; he loves your ass, so you stay silent, waiting, letting him do whatever he wants. it's his, everything is his, you're his.

austin is going to consume you, if he hasn't already. and you know it's dangerous, he's dangerous, you know it, but you can't walk away. you don't want to. if he wants to take over your whole life, you'll let him do it. it wouldn't make sense without him, anyway.

you feel austin run a finger along your folds, feeling how sensitive and swollen they are. his touch is softer this time, unlike the way he was fingering you last night. this time, his touch is even reverent.

comes close to your ear and you swallow saliva; his breath warm against your skin. "you're in a lot of pain, aren't you, honey?"

"yeah..."

"should i stop?" he asks you as he slowly presses the head of his cock against the entrance of your tired, battered pussy, barely penetrating you.

"will you still fuck me after ballet?" you ask him, even though you already know the answer.

"i'll stop now if you want me to, but i won't when you get out of that studio. i'm going to fuck you, love, you know that."

you remain silent, breathing slowly and staring at the white tiles. after a moment, you blink, close your eyes and rest your forehead against the tiles.

"good girl."

he drapes an arm over your breasts, pressing them and hugging you close as he begins to deposit kisses on your neck. you tilt your head to give him more access; his kisses travel up your neck to your jaw, your cheek, your temple and finally he places a soft kiss on your hair. christ, you are so tiny next to him. he could easily break you and you both know it. he turns you around to face him; you tilt your head up so you can look into his eyes. he could easily break you and you both know it.

he turns you around so you face him; you tilt your head up so you can look him in the eye. he's tall, intimidating; you"re a tiny thing next to him and that never fails to intimidate you, even after almost four years of relationship. you've always felt small next to him, in every way.

austin wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you off the floor effortlessly, he moves forward until your back is pressed against the wall and you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him and clinging to his body. his lips trap yours in a deep kiss, intertwining tongues and biting lips; you gasp into his mouth as you feel him rub the tip of his cock against your pussy, tempting your entrance and your clit.

his lips pull away from yours to kiss your cheek, jaw and your neck as he pushes inside you slowly, making you exhale shakily as you feel his great length working its way inside you, deeper and deeper, stretching you to the limit once he's already buried to the hilt inside you.

you feel austin hold still, allowing you to adjust to his size. without prior preparation, your body always struggles to receive him fully. he waits patiently, knowing you need a moment to adjust. your body trembles a little, your pussy squeezes hard against his thick length.

god, you feel so full.

you close your eyes tightly and rest your forehead against his, breathing shakily as you try to relax. his hands caress your sides gently, sliding down your wet skin, then up to your breasts to squeeze them gently. his index finger and thumb circle your nipples and twirl them, helping you relax a little from the sudden pleasure his hands on your breasts bring.

you open your teary eyes to look at him. "you're so big..." you whisper.

he looks at you, eyes locked on yours as he begins to slowly pull out before slowly pulling back in. he kisses the tears sliding down your cheeks from the intense stretching, wiping them away with his lips. his hands gently squeeze your breasts one last time before he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling your legs even higher to reach deeper.

again, you close your eyes, feeling more tears overflowing from your eyes and sliding down your cheeks. you let out a pitiful moan, almost like that of a wounded animal.

austin gasps at your moan, his hips shaking as he watches you crumple under him. you know he likes this, he loves it; to him, there is nothing more beautiful or erotic than you taking his enormous size with such perfection. he begins to move slowly, deeper.

he releases your thighs to allow you to wrap your legs around his waist and continues his task; you know he's enjoying it. each deep, deliberate thrust elicits gasps from your lips, as your body sways gently. you clench around him, your inner walls churning desperately, as if trying to push him out. yet your legs keep wrapping around him, holding him.

you don't want him to pull away. you always want to please him. you want to please him. you always do.

he leans in and captures your lips in an intense, penetrating kiss, his tongue taking over your mouth with a passion and ferocity that makes you gasp. he dominates you and takes you over completely, though it's nothing new; he lives dominating you, in every way. he begins to pick up the pace, moving his hips hard as he penetrates you hard and deep, his testicles slapping your ass with each thrust.

the mixture of pleasure and pain is etched in your expression; eyes closed, frowns furrowed, lips parted. you try to concentrate, but it's impossible; he's inside you, so deep inside you, so deep. your pussy is stretched and filled to the limit, his cock won't let you rest.

"austin..." you whisper shakily, feeling yourself getting closer and closer.

"shhh..." he ignores your moans, his hips ramming you again and again, penetrating that deep spot that makes you feel like he's splitting you in two.

"o-oh..." a gasping moan escapes your lips, you squeeze your eyes shut and your nails dig into his skin as he fucks you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

pain, pleasure, in equal measure. austin is big and he holds you, covers you, makes you feel like a little caged bird. you can't escape, you don't want to. you like it, you want it. he knows, he always knows everything.

he kisses your shoulder, his hands move to cradle your aching breasts, squeezing them gently as he continues to fuck you with fast, deep thrusts.

"are you in a lot of pain, honey?"

"keep going..." you say between gasps and moans, feeling another tear slide down your cheek. you don't want him to pull away, not if he hasn't cum. you want him to cum.

you squeal as he starts to move faster, his hips slapping your aching ass with each thrust. it hurts, and he knows it hurts, but he also knows you want him to finish. he leans down to kiss your shoulder softly, trying to balance the roughness of his actions with tenderness.

"almost there, baby."

you push your hips against his, meeting his thrusts, taking him even deeper. his cock slams into your cervix with each thrust and for a moment you don't know what to do, before the orgasm overtakes you and you cum on his cock. your body spasms and you tremble as austin fucks you through your orgasm.

he moans loudly, his hands move to grip your hips tightly and slam you against him, against his cock. "fuck, yeah..."

you try to pull away from the overstimulation, but it's impossible; austin holds you and moves you as he wills. you moan and cling to him, hugging him by the neck. you lean your forehead against his, panting and moaning as he kisses you again. the kiss, fierce and rough, serves to hold back your cries. your sensitive, sore pussy makes wet, lewd sounds as he penetrates you.

his strong arms wrapped around your waist pull you into him hard and deep; he doesn't give you a break, continuing to fuck your pussy and swallow your moans. he pounds your cervix again and again, making you feel as if he's tearing you apart. he grunts and curses as he uses your body roughly.

his thrusts become more and more violent, his big member stretching your little hole to the limit. he's so deep inside you that you feel like he's hitting your stomach, which he obviously does, if the bulge in your stomach means anything.

your cries echo in the bathroom, probably in the bedroom too, your pussy clinging to his member. it's so deep it hurts, but it feels so good. he kisses your tears, slamming his cock into that spot over and over without mercy. his hips hammer, finding the perfect spot again and again; he doesn't stop, doesn't give you a break, and you're overwhelmed. your cries grow louder, your breasts bounce endlessly.

"g-god... just like that.... yeah... yeah..." he hits that spot with such perfection, you can feel another intense orgasm building quickly.

it's so good. too much. his cock stretches you to the limit, his thick head repeatedly hits that spot inside you, you feel it in your stomach, your breasts bounce, your pussy makes wet noises, his arms hold you and move you at his pleasure, his kisses make you feel drugged. it's pleasurable and painful. and.... it's too much. your orgasm hits you hard, your pussy convulses around his member so hard it hurts.

again, your body spasms and you are so overwhelmed you begin to shake uncontrollably, your pussy squirting over his thick length. hot liquid gushes out and coats your lower belly, sliding down his cock and testicles. he feels your pussy squirting around his cock as you cum from the force of his onslaught, the sudden heat and wetness making him moan.

he grunts. "fuck... i'm gonna fill you up, baby..."

"yeah..." you gasp limply against his mouth, letting yourself go.

with one last brutal thrust, he plunges balls-deep into your hole. you hear him moan as he begins to cum, his member pumping an absurd amount of hot, thick cum into your little hole.

"that's it, baby, that's it..."

he keeps cumming inside you for what seems like an eternity, his thick semen completely filling your little hole and spilling out. he holds you in the same position, his member still buried deep inside you as you both catch your breath.

after a moment, he finally comes out of your little hole with a wet plop. a mixture of your fluids and his begins to flow out of you, dripping onto the wet shower floor. without releasing you, aware of the trembling of your legs, he kisses you again, this time softer, gentler. he kisses your lips, your cheek, your nose, your forehead and then kisses your lips again, before resting his forehead against yours. the shower water is the only thing you hear for a few moments.

minutes later, you emerge from the shower with slow steps and shaky legs. with the cold air from the bathroom rushing up your bare legs and drying your mouth, you take a deep breath, fighting against the trembling in your legs. he hands you your towel and, standing on the marble bathroom floor, you begin to dry yourself with slow, gentle movements, your eyes fixed on him as he does the same. it's one of those normal domestic moments in your shared life: coming out of the shower together, washing up, him tall next to you, smaller, in front of the vanity, both of you blurred silhouettes behind the fogged mirror.

suddenly, his hand is on your shoulder, pushing back your dark hair. you turn slowly toward him, breathing deeply, tilting your head so you can look up at him as his fingers run down your neck, over the marks he left yesterday; purple hickeys and slightly purple marks from the strong grip of his hands. his movements are slow, possessive and there is a dominant air about everything, making you want to cringe.

you look into his eyes silently, docile and waiting. instead of kissing you, which is what he always does, he gently pulls you by the neck to embrace you.

"i'm so proud of you..." he says to you in a low, soft voice. "you took it all, baby, all of it. you're the one for me, i always knew it."

"i love you." you tell him in a low, tired voice, with your forehead resting against his chest.

he pats you gently on the ass. "little baby..." he chuckles softly and gives you a kiss on the forehead. "you're out of this world, i swear to god. i love you too, sweet girl."

the drive to the studio is quiet; you spend the whole way with your feet in austin's lap as he drives through the quiet streets of palm springs, with video games by lana del rey playing gracefully on the car speakers.

a camera lies between your hands, pointed directly at austin; you take pictures of him the whole way. you take your time with each one, making sure the lighting is good and that there isn't a blurry or out-of-focus photo. you take pictures of his face, his hands, all of him. austin comes out well in each one, to no one's surprise.

at one point, when the sun shines directly on austin's face through the car windows, you don't hesitate to take a picture and, for the thousandth time in a month, you're breathless with his beauty. the sun on his face just makes him look even more angelic and unreal than he normally does. blue eyes, clear and bright, pink and soft lips, dark blond hair, bushy eyebrows, pronounced jaw, perfect nose.

you slowly move the camera away from your face, leaving your hands back in your lap. and you look at him. austin looks good all the time; you love taking pictures of him and you swear that there is no one more beautiful and irresistible than him. but in real life? here, him, in front of you, real and not in a picture? he is a beauty from another world. it's the only explanation you can find for this. how is it possible for someone to be so beautiful?

how can he be real?

your eyes, blue and captivated, look at him in a kind of trance, absorbing everything about him, admiring him, falling even more in love with him, if such a thing is possible. you wonder if it's possible to love anyone, anyone at all, more than you love austin. you doubt it. your chest might explode from all the love you have there, all the wonder, and all for austin.

lana sings, far away, the melody doesn't even sound here anymore, close to you, eclipsed by your love and awe for the beautiful man in front of you. and yet, you feel it. the melody, the lyrics; you barely hear it, but at the same time you feel every lyric, because that's how you feel right now, looking at your future husband.

"what?"

you blink as you hear austin's voice; his voice curious and even a little amused, there is a small smile on his lips. you lick your lips without looking away from him and exhale softly.

"nothing." you reply. "you're beautiful."

he laughs softly and you look away, self-conscious and flushed cheeks. his hand on your ankles moves to take your hand and caress the back of it with his thumb. your other hand grabs the latest polaroid and you gently run a finger over austin's face in the photo.

your eyes wander to your fingernails; long, baby pink fake nails, much like a certain someone's all those years ago. something itches in your brain. you blink and look back at the photo of austin.

the rest of the way, your eyes linger there, on him.

at the end, it all comes down to him.

when you arrive at the studio, austin opens the car door for you and gives you his hand to help you out. with one hand on your lower back, he guides you, and in the other he carries your bag. he opens the studio door for you, you both greet the receptionist who knows she can say absolutely nothing about austin's presence here, and head to the dressing room assigned exclusively for you.

austin and his power.

austin sits on the single couch and watches you as you remove your clothes; you take off your black yoga pants and then austin's white shirt that comes almost to your knees, leaving you in baby pink tights and a black leotard. you ignore austin's eyes on your ass, just as you ignore the visible marks on your chest and neck. you were planning to make them up, to cover them up, but austin told you not to, so you didn't.

austin takes care of putting on your pointe shoes so you don't have to and helps you to your feet when he's done, before giving you a gentle pat on your ass. you leave the dressing room together, holding hands as you walk down the hallway that leads to the room where your instructor should already be waiting.

your private instructor greets you both with a friendly smile, and of course he notices the marks on your body, but he doesn't say anything about it, just treats you with his usual kindness and tells you to start stretching. austin gives you a kiss on the lips and a final squeeze on the butt, before moving away from the center of the spacious and elegant room to sit on the leather couch located next to the window.

as you move to start the stretches, you watch as austin leans over and opens the window, then pulls out his cigarette pack and lights one, making sure the smoke goes out the window. you don't flinch, neither does your instructor; you're both used to austin smoking while watching you do your thing. smoking is certainly not allowed inside the studio, but it's austin butler, so they make an exception for him.

as you stretch into split and stand there, stretching your arms up to straighten your back, austin stares at you from his spot, exhaling smoke from his mouth. his eyes take in your body, how good your slender curves look in tights and leotards, how supple you are, and he takes another puff on his cigarette.

and you're tired and sore, but still your core throbs with anticipation, knowing what will happen after you leave this place.

first you do the stretches, warming up your body so you don't hurt yourself. you relax a little in the process; feeling your tense and sore body stretch and relax a little, not enough to stop hurting, but enough to make you let out some sighs of satisfaction. when you finish your stretches, you start with the last routine you have been practicing under his command as the music starts to play over the speakers.

your body is carried along by the music; you stand on the tips of your toes to the rhythm of the music, moving your arms and torso with grace and fluidity. you move across the room, twisting and jumping, moving your body, all while austin watches you silently from his place, observing your technique, the way you hold your body, your balance and your movements.

at the same time, your instructor analyzes how you perform the routine he assigned you and starts giving you pointers, one after the other. "correct your shoulders, they're too tense" he moves behind you, his hands gently adjusting your back, his touch firm but not rough. "your legs are shaking, try to keep them still."

as you correct your posture with each of his instructions, your instructor's gaze is fixed on your body, observing every movement with a critical and analytical eye. he definitely notices the effort you put into following his instructions, how your body stretches and moves to perfect your posture; your muscles move under your skin.

even though austin's presence throws you off a bit, as always, you do perfectly every single thing your instructor dictates; you perfect your posture, stiffen your legs, move your body with grace and agility, concentrating on making each movement exact and perfect without it seeming strained or forced.

the pride in austin's eyes makes it all worth it.

when the class ends, you get off the tips of your toes and rest your hands on your hips; your cheeks are flushed from the effort and your chest rises and falls with each agitated breath. your instructor congratulates you for today, advises you to keep the same technique tomorrow to improve the precision of your legs in each turn and at the end he says goodbye to you and austin, then leaves the room and closes the door behind him, leaving you alone.

once the door closes, you turn to the big mirrors attached to the walls and watch through the reflection as austin stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray and stands up, approaching you with slow steps as his eyes roam your body. you notice pride and admiration in his eyes, but also something else; desire. the thought almost makes you shudder.

your core throbs and you gasp as you feel his large hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close to him to make you feel his erection in the small of your back. you tilt your head back, resting it on his chest as you feel his hands slide down your sides to reach your breasts and squeeze them.

"you did so well today, i'm so proud of you." his voice sends shivers down your spine and a moan almost escapes your lips as he squeezes your breasts again. "i think you deserve a prize."

austin ends up fucking you there, forcing you to look at your reflection as he takes you from behind.

the first thing you do when you get home, is to take a shower. another one, because you have semen dripping down your legs and you just came back from ballet. austin doesn't shower with you this time, he doesn't have to, he doesn't have semen or sweat anywhere. you take your time in the shower; you exfoliate your skin, lather carefully, put conditioner in your hair, then shampoo, and at the end you let the water run over you.

when you get out of the bathroom, you're dressed in black lycra shorts and a small black tank top. you leave the room, walking down the long white hallway that leads to the stairs and arrive downstairs, to find austin lying on one of the long, wide white couches; the one in front of the tv, to be exact. a competition show is playing on the screen and austin opens his arms when he sees you; you crawl into the couch to snuggle next to him, feeling him cover the two of you with a soft blanket.

the weather is hot, but the air conditioning is cool and keeps the house quite cool, so you always enjoy cuddling with austin while watching anything on tv, or sometimes he just reads a book while you enjoy his presence in silence.

you tend to get pretty bored in this huge house when he's not here; sure, you have tv, phones, ipads, computers, a pool, but you just miss him. he's gone for weeks, sometimes months, and you stay here, alone, in the huge house he bought for the two of you. it's not that you don't value what you have; austin gives you a lifestyle that very few can afford, but, being honest, the material stuff doesn't matter to you one bit; you just want him, all the time, even though you know it's not possible, because he's your boyfriend, but he's also a hollywood actor and things won't be the way you want them to be.

"satnin..." austin's voice makes you blink; you look up at him, meeting his eyes on you. his hand gently caresses your back. "i can almost hear you thinking." you look away embarrassed, with a slight blush on your cheeks. he gives your ass a gentle squeeze that almost makes you hiss because, well, your ass hurts. you know all this week you won't be able to sit properly. "what's wrong?"

"nothing." you lie softly, burying your face in his chest, inhaling his scent. you know that lying, or trying, won't do any good; austin always knows everything, somehow.

"baby..." he whispers against your hair, with a mixture of love and compassion in his voice. he strokes your hair gently, without seeming angry.

you sigh and hug his torso, clinging even tighter to him. "i'm sorry..."

he doesn't say anything. instead, he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you tight against him, resting his chin on your head, snuggling into his chest. austin holds you close, hugging you and holding you against his chest.

"i just don't want you to go..." you murmur softly against his skin, not opening your eyes.

he presses a kiss to the top of your head. his fingers stroke your hair. "love, i'm not going anywhere."

"but you will."

"sweet baby... you know i love you, right?" he says against your hair. you nod slightly. "and that you're the most important thing to me." another nod. "and that you're always on my mind." another. "and that i really wish i could take you with me, but i can't just take you out of college."

though it's not that you want to go with him. you don't want to be on movie sets, surrounded by other celebrities, it's not what you want, it's not what you like, that's not who you are. besides, that's austin's place, it's where he drops everything to become someone else, it's his job, it's his place, you don't want to be there, nor does it feel right. you just wish you had him home more, because you really miss him too much when he's not around.

"i know." you reply quietly. "although i wouldn't go with you, anyway. you know that. i don't want to go everywhere with you, i just... i wish you didn't have to go away for so long."

"i'm sorry..." you hear his mumbled apology and you shake your head, lifting it a little so you can look him in the eyes. "i wish i was here longer, you're here for me."

"don't apologize." you press a kiss to his chest. "i knew what i was getting into when i agreed to be your girlfriend. i knew who you were and what you did, and i knew what that would mean for us. i just miss you. all the time. it's boring when you're not here. empty."

austin says nothing. he stays silent, holding you. his lips leave several kisses on your forehead; slow, tender kisses. one of his hands caresses the side of your body and the other strokes your hair. you rest your head on his chest again and close your eyes, relaxing from his caresses and his obvious love for you. austin has always been a touchy-feely person; he wants to touch you all the time, and you always melt under his touches.

"i'm sorry you feel this way... but you know i'll always come back to you, right? i'm yours. you're my girl. my satnin."

his words and the sweet nickname he honored you with make something warm blossom in your chest.

you take a breath and raise your head a little again. your eyes meet his; blue to blue. your hand on his chest slides to his cheek and you caress his soft skin, looking with a mixture of vulnerability and devotion at the statue of god holding you in his arms. he's beautiful. in every way. the most beautiful man you've ever met.

he's a hollywood actor; beautiful, rich and talented. honestly, he could have any girl, and you're aware of that, you always have been. however, he chose you. somehow. he chose you to be his girlfriend, he chose you to live with him, he chose you to be his future wife and mother of his children. there are millions of girls in the world and he chose you. he loves you, and he has proven it to you.

so, the temporary distance shouldn't matter to you, because yes, you miss him terribly when he's away, but that's what he does, that's who he is, and loving him is what you do, it's who you are. and yes, sometimes it's sad to be away from him, sometimes it's even painful, but you wouldn't change it for anything in the world; loving him is the only thing you find meaning in, even if it hurts sometimes.

because he's yours. and you're his.

and that's all that matters.

that's all that should matter.

you look at him silently, with tender, vulnerable eyes, longing for something that is impossible, but refusing to leave. you couldn't leave. ever. even if he wanted to. god only knows how lost you would be if austin walked out of your life, if he forced you to leave. he is all you know, there will be no after in your life if austin leaves you, he is how you're living.

twisted and maybe sick, but it is what it is.

he leans his forehead against yours. "god, baby, you don't deserve this."

his strong arms squeeze you possessively as he seems to realize the reason you always cling to him like a little shadow when he's home. you're starved for his affection and attention. all the time. you need it. you can't function without it.

you spend the rest of the day at home; austin hugs you, holds you close, fills you with kisses and cuddles.

is a good life.

[blainesebastian]

mutually assured satisfaction (pt2)

words: 3,429 ship: austin butler x reader summary: reader’s agent approaches her with a PR stunt to date austin butler and promote both their careers. a mapped out plan, an electric relationship–what could possibly go wrong?   notes: once again blown away by the support, thank you! if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please let me know :) previous parts on my masterlist.  warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @kittenlittle24, @slowsweetlove, @namoreno, @strokesofstokes, @callthedarknessdown​

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you cannot believe you’re actually fussing over your hair and makeup for an event in which you’re attending with your fake boyfriend. You know it obviously goes a lot deeper than that, always being in the public eye, that constant invisible pressure to look and be a certain way, regardless that you pretend none of that means anything to you. Maybe if it actually didn’t, you wouldn’t have let yourself be talked into doing this.

“Just a few weeks,” You mumble, like a mantra, everything will start to feel normal in… “Just a few weeks.”

Could always be worse, right? At least you’re not paired with some sort of misogynistic Hollywood socialite who can barely hold a conversation. You let yourself do a bit of a deep-dive last night, falling into the YouTube black hole of interviews that Austin’s been in and just…watching them. There are two schools of thought that you have been flipping back and forth in your mind. On the one hand, maybe Austin is as genuine as he appears to be—he presents himself as kind, thoughtful, sweet, humble (about himself, his craft, and the people in his life, whether it’s personal or who he works with). On the other hand, you’ve been in this industry for a long time—you know that some people put on facades, masks, wearing versions of themselves that are very different in front of camera and off.

You’re not quite sure which version of Austin is inherently true…and maybe it doesn’t matter in the long run? Every part of this relationship that you’re building with one another is a lie.

Christina kinda? jokes that there should be some sort of contract drawn up about events set, a timeline, important dates along the way and that you both could sign it. You kinda laugh it off and don’t bring it up again…you and Austin seem to be on the same page that you need something from the other and that there’s intentions to follow it all the way through. You have the same shared goal of reaping the benefits if it works or nothing if it doesn’t.

Not to mention what would happen if someone found out you were faking, if word actually circulated, what that could do to your careers and reputation. Sure, PR stunts happen all the time…but they’re usually not regularly talked about in respected circles. Neither you, nor Austin, want anyone outside your agents to know that you’re doing this—especially your fans. So there’s a comfort in that secret being kept between the two of you,

mutually shared destruction.

You attempt not to pace as you wait for Austin a little down the street from the event you’re going to. The plan is to walk there together, hand in hand, and get caught by the cameras. This is mostly about visuals alone, a picture is worth a thousand words, and you’re hoping to get many tonight of you and Austin together. This is press for Elvis so luckily you’ll be able to avoid most of the questions—Austin will be doing a lot of the talking, no doubt dodging or juggling commentary about you.

Hopefully he can handle it.

You smooth your fingers along the chiffon red dress that you’ve got on, knee length, paired with ruby red heels to match. Your hair is in soft curls, lipstick something fiery to complete the look, and when you turn to see Austin crossing the street, the accent of his pocket square is the same scarlet. A soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth—he’s in a complete black suit and that’s the only splash of color.

You’re doing a very poor job at ignoring the heat in your lower stomach as he approaches you. Taking in a deep breath, you catch scents of his cologne, something sandalwood and distinctly him—it makes your head spin.

“Beautiful,” He comments easily, his eyes traveling along your form. “Wasn’t sure if you were actually gonna go with the red or not.”

A soft laugh leaves your lips and you reach out to touch the top of the pocket square, “Well then this was about to look really silly if I was wearin’ blue.”

Austin grins, his fingers brushing yours as he fixes the square, “It comes out, if needed.”

You smirk, “So prepared,” You shift from one foot to another, a nervous habit as you glance past Austin and then back at his face.

His eyes are fixed on you, taking you in, an almost question in the depth of blue even though no words come out. There’s uneasy energy building in your chest, you almost don’t know how to act around him even though there’s a loud voice between your ears that just says be yourself. You don’t have to pretend or worry that this date somehow won’t be successful because you know it will be, it’s guaranteed, set in stone. It’s ironic, in a way, because Austin gets to see the truest version of yourself and stay put.

Freeing, almost.

“Do you wanna tell me how the night works, or?” You finally say to break the silence and figure that might be best, you’re his date to this event, so.

But instead of answering you, Austin takes a step closer and reaches for a curl near your cheek, moving to brush it behind your ear. There’s a squirming sensation that climbs right up your spine and you take a step back out of instinct,

“What are you doing?”

There’s this amused smile that tugs the corners of Austin’s lips, annoyingly attractive. He lets you have that small, created room between your bodies, but he does lean down a little to speak to you, “If we’re gonna do this thing? You’re gonna have to let me into your space.” He allows that to settle in and for a moment, you just kinda blink at him.

Until oh, shit. He’s right. You’re dating—personal space just isn’t a thing, especially in public where you have to make it look the most real. You run a hand through your hair, attempting to shake off your nerves. You feel like such an idiot that you didn’t put two and two together—but to your credit? Being around Austin is incredibly nerve-wracking in a way you hadn’t expected. He knocks your concentration right over.

“You’re gonna have to let me touch you.”

And as much as you try not to let that phrase alone short circuit your brain, something definitely fizzles away. You scoff lightly, attempting to ground yourself and not show that you’re as rattled as you feel…you refuse to give him that satisfaction. Your hands fall to your hips as you look up at him,

“Fine,” You state. Cool, one word down. “That’s…that’s fine. Totally necessary.”

He smiles, licking his lips as his eyes flicker down. It’s like a strike of heat right between your legs, “So—just to be clear, grabbin’ your ass isn’t necessary.”

You narrow your eyes, “Not unless you want to lose somethin’ else.”

Austin laughs warmly even though he seems to take your threat very seriously, nodding his head. He then takes another step forward, really closing the distance between you and to your credit, you don’t back up. Instead, you tilt your chin up to look at him, his hands gently coming down to rest on your shoulders. Despite feeling tense, the heat of his fingers against your skin begins to unwind you a little,

“Don’t hit me.”

You don’t even have time to react anyways because before you know it, he’s leaning down and kissing you. It is not a quick peck on the lips either, he lingers, his one hand slipping along your jawline while his other arm wraps around your waist to keep you close. For a moment you’re just stunned and then, like a page turning, you relax into the touch. Your eyes flutter closed and you tilt your head to deepen the kiss—just lightly, just enough. There’s a sound of pleasure that leaves Austin’s throat, you don’t think you make that up, it vibrates against your eardrums and reaches down into you, squeezing.

It's over in a few moments when Austin pulls back to breathe, his thumb tracing along your lower lip despite you wearing lipstick. You do not need to look at yourself to understand you probably look a bit wrecked—there’s this clenching like someone has a grip on your stomach and ribcage as your eyes flutter up to see the red makeup along Austin’s cupid-bow lips.

Jesus.

“Figured we could get that out of the way so you’re not thinkin’ about it all night.”

A scoff leaves your lips as Austin runs a hand over the lower half of his face, supposedly to get the crimson evidence left behind off his skin. And yet there’s this thrumming inside of you as you think about him not being able to do that, at going to this event and people connecting the dots about your mouth and his.

You feel your cheeks splotch with pink as he takes your hand and you both begin walking towards the destination. Not thinking about it all night? Fat chance of that happening.

--

There’s this moment right before you cross the threshold of photographers, security and interviewers that you realize you can back out of this if you really wanted to. No one has seen you two together yet, you can go back to the drawing board, you can come up with a plan to promote your career and film in some other way.

And then one camera turns in your direction and snaps a flash. It’s a domino effect from there, Austin holding onto your hand as security waves you through, a direct line of carpet and backdrop to make it inside the event. There’s this whir of sound and commotion as both of you walk onto the carpet, Austin guiding you to be in front of him, his hand on your hip. Regardless of how many events you’ve been to on your own, the flurry of people recognizing you’re here with Austin is making your head spin a little. You’re grateful for the support, grounding, and even though you know it’s coming…the small pause in front of the cameras with the ELVIS backdrop behind the both of you makes your knees weak.

“Ms. Y/L/N! How long has this been going on?” Someone shouts over the sound and you turn into Austin, his one arm sliding around your waist while you place a hand on his chest.

You completely ignore the question even though a few others keep asking, next calling Austin’s name for the same response. It’s within that chaos that you feel yourself slip into a second skin, smiling up at Austin before turning to pose for some of the cameras. Austin’s hand is pressing against your lower back, keeping you close, leaning down to whisper in your ear and cause a shiver to course down your spine.

The intended reaction, you’re sure, because he smirks afterwards. Well two can play at that game. You press yourself up on your toes and plant a kiss to his cheek, smiling innocently afterwards. The camera shutter noises are endless and there’s the softest of pinks on Austin’s cheekbones, amongst his beauty marks, that you can see up close.

Once both of you pull away from that spot, you work further down the line of interviews and photographers. Most of them stop Austin to ask questions about the film and you hover nearby, watching him. There’s this warmth that exudes from Austin when he talks to people, a seemingly genuine curiosity and humbleness about himself and his work. If you’re being honest, it’s nice to see. So many actors get caught under their own spotlight, burn in it, don’t know how to live without its glare. You’re still getting to know Austin—a handful of talks does not automatically show deepest secrets or intentions.

But…one on one? Here in front of cameras? He seems to know how to talk to people—give just the right smile, hold gazes with those blue eyes of his, lingering conversations and asking questions back to the interviewer. Austin either knows exactly what he’s doing or…this is just who he is. It’s hard to tell.

A few interviewers come up to you while Austin talks about Elvis and asks questions about the film you’re currently starring in—how filming is going, if there’s any tidbits you can give away, and then there’s that one question about your grandmother that you’re surprised that someone asks. Last year you were just getting into the process of auditions for the film you’re starring in, and you almost missed your shot because your grandmother got sick. It’s been touch and go and…honestly sometimes it’s difficult to concentrate but. Your gram wouldn’t want you to miss any opportunities, so you’ve been working on trying to be both an actress and a good granddaughter. Regardless, you’ve never been one for personal questions at an event like this but…when the interviewer asks how your gram is doing, it’s almost nice that they even think of her, so you entertain that with a quick response.

And then of course, the almost hesitant but then bold questions about Austin. How long have you two been together? When did you meet? So were the rumors about the two of you at that bar downtown last year true? How do you feel about Austin’s role in Elvis? How does he feel about your current project? Back and forth, a consistent game of cat and mouse. Giving just enough of answers to keep them interested and asking before moving on.

Hovering near the entrance of the event, you play with the fabric of your dress between your fingers as you wait for Austin to join you. You turn slightly to look up at the doors you’re going to be walking through when a camera shoves its way into your space. You blink, almost confused, because there’s definitely a barrier between cameras, interviewers and the walking carpet. This guy has stepped out behind it,

“Y/N, were you seeing Austin when he was with Vanessa? There were rumors of another woman—were you that other woman?”

Your mouth opens a little at the audacity of the question but honestly, you’re not sure why you’re even surprised at this point that people don’t understand boundaries. Taking a calming breath in, you’re about to tell this guy where he can shove his camera when you feel Austin step in behind you,

“Hey man there's no need to shove the camera in her face.” There’s this air of politeness but also his tone is firm, his hand up creating space between you and the guy asking prodding questions. His arm wraps around your waist, encouraging you to move forward and up the steps towards the doors you’ll need to walk through.

“Y/N are you gonna answer the question?”

You can feel rather than see the annoyance mapping out on Austin’s shoulder blades, turning his head to this guy once again as you both walk past, “Leave her alone.”

And while you know you can stand up for yourself, you don’t need Austin to run an interference? It’s kinda nice having that help, another layer of support that you’re not used to having. You let out a soft breath as you make your way inside with him, seeing some other people from the Elvis film that are mingling with set, crew, writers, and a bunch of other faces you recognize but can’t reach for names right now. There’s this tension that melts away from your back as you hover near the door, Austin’s hand falling from your waist.

“Thanks—you didn’t have to do that. I could have handled it.”

Austin offers a small smile and gently waves you off, “S’fine—I don’t mind the whole interview process but sometimes those guys can be vultures.”

A soft laugh stirs in your chest because it’s quite the accurate interpretation. You wonder if it’s difficult for him, hearing about the breakup with his ex, this assumption and rumor that he was cheating on her while they were together. You definitely want to squash that—not only does it hurt Austin but it smudges your reputation as well. You do not want to be known as ‘the other woman’.

“I could definitely use a drink.”

Austin hums, motioning with his arm to lead the way. “You read my mind.”

Approaching an open bar, you smile and encourage some small talk with anyone that stops by to speak with Austin, offering hellos and exchanges about the night. Your mind keeps wandering back to that interviewer that was in your face about those questions about the beginning of your relationship with Austin, legitimate ones from that standpoint—you’re not gonna be able to avoid those, they’ll pop up again. Maybe in a ‘nicer’ more formal way, but still again.

There are obviously some talking points that are the same; how you met, how long you’ve been together, the movies you both are working on, some family information, and then handfuls of random things that couples should know about one another just in case. Like favorite holidays, restaurants, who sleeps on the right or left side of the bed, that sort of thing. But with these random ‘fact finding’ questions that pop up out of nowhere? You have to be a united front, no gaps, no room for rumors—stifling as many as you can like removing oxygen from a flame, choking it.

Austin turns to look at you, approaching the open bar as there’s finally space. You order glasses of wine, “You know I’ve seen a few of your films and your face out there? You’re a pretty great actress.”

You don’t think it’s supposed to be a backhanded compliment, and yet it kinda feels like one. Your eyebrows draw together as you look up at him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean,” He hands you a drink, “That you were a ball of nerves when we walked up to the event and the minute you were in front of a camera, you changed. Like…somethin’ switched inside of you.”

There was a lot going on out there between you and Austin, you and the event, you in your own head and thoughts but…you suppose he’s not wrong? That’s more or less what happened. You’ve learned how to present yourself in front of an audience, when a camera is staring you down, when you look into a lens and somehow feel a black hole. You’ve always tried to be genuine but…it’s hard. Hollywood doesn’t care if you’re yourself, sometimes that’s the worst thing you can be. You’ve tried not to change for anyone or anything yet here you are, holding onto Austin’s hand and smiling up at him like he’s personally in charge of the sun rising every morning.

“Well, we’ve all got a persona, right? Something we sometimes show to the camera?”

Austin purses his lips, “Sure—I guess that’s not wrong.”

Why does this man get under your skin as he does? “You’re one to talk anyways—you mean to tell me all this,” You gesture up and down his body, “Is real? The boyish smile, the charm seeping out of your pores, the flirting with the camera?”

“You think I’m charming?” He smiles a little, sipping his wine.

A scoff leaves your lips, shaking your head, “You wish. I’m just highlighting my point.”

“That you’ve been checking me out.”

“That,” You can’t help but laugh softly at his teasing, the back of your neck splotching with blush. Luckily he can’t see it, “neither of us are showing one another who we actually are.”

Austin looks at you for a long moment, licking his lips, as if he’s chewing on the exact words he wants to say. “We’re pretending.” Is what comes out of his mouth but you’re not sure that’s really what he was going to put out there.

You chew on your lower lip, glancing around at people passing them by. “And I’m saying in order to sell this thing? We might have to do more than that.” He should understand that, especially as someone who dove into Elvis’s life for more than two years before he even started acting and voice coaching.

He looks intrigued at the very least – “Well what did you have in mind?”

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Thanks for reading :) more to come!

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Santa Bring My Baby Back To Me: Chapter 4

Word Count: 2,209

Writers Note: Tis the season well near it, so I decided to get a head start. Also finally let me introduce you to Cecelia's parents! Finally.

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: Christmas is around the corner at the Valmos mansion where there's love and a bit of arguing and the Presleys are here can Elvis and Cecelia spread the holiday cheer?

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Nashville, Tennessee, December 24th,1957

Paradise Record's Official Christmas Party was the highlight of the music world, with the biggest names of the entertainment industry all under one roof. It was an achievement of Denise Camila Valmos. Who she hoped to one day pass off to her daughter. "Midge... the food." Denise sighed, watching her team finish the final touches of decorating the studio. "You need any help?" Alfonso asked as Denise shot him a glare. It was the age-all question that every man tended to ask, knowing when a woman needed help with something. Cheryl, Midge's wife, was outside directing where all the trees should go. The sharp cold of the wind felt like tiny razor blades cutting into her face. The things she did for Midge, 

"You know I think it's gonna snow tonight..."

"Don't say that." Ruby shook her head,

"Why not?"

"When you say the S word... Denise gets touchy." Eleanor chuckled,

"It feels like it's gonna Snow..." Cecelia said. Her rollers were in her hair still as she was bringing in and setting more decorations. 

"CECELIA SHANEL VALMOS!"

"I said it felt... not that it would..." Fluffing out the bows her mother made for each chair, 

"Denise, if you hated snow, why'd you move to Nashville..." Alfonso questioned, "Don't say the music."

"Don't start with me..." Denise hissed at him.

Midge had been watching the two bicker as Cecelia and her aunts were still decorating. 

"So Cece, how's the movies going?" Ruby asked as Cecelia humed a tune, putting the flowers in a vase. 

"They're great." she shrugged, "I mean, the latest is with MGM, and it's about this girl. She's a princess, and she falls in love with this rockin' guy, who she thinks is a prince, but really he's a lounge singer." Cecelia giggled, thinking of who would play the love interest.

"Who's the fella you get to kiss," Ruby asked.

"Well... They're banking on Elvis." both her aunts watched her swoon when she said his name. She was all dimples and smiles, 

"Honey, it's 57. I doubt if they get Elvis..." Ruby sighed,

"Well, if they don't, I at least get to kiss him and make love-" Cecelia caught herself as both her aunts glanced at her. 

"Nel, you didn't..." Eleanor gasped as if she'd die and tell God,

"I did... I have a few times, but don't tell my mother!" Cecelia blushed hard, 

"What about saving yourself for marriage?" 

"Have you seen Elvis Aaron Presley..." Cecelia smirked, "And his blue eyes and his lips an-"

"Cecelia, go dressed."

"Yes, Mother," she responded as she went to change for the party, fanning herself from her thoughts.

"E, you got this," Rosa said, walking him into the now super crowded and star-studded studio lobby. Things like this always made him wonder how a boy from Tupelo made his way in places like this. In one corner of the room was BB King, who was talking to Ella Fitzgerald, and in the other corner was Little Richard, who found his way straight to the piano, 

"Rosa, I...I don't think I got this." he sighed,

"Your parents are having a great time over there, and-" she felt Elvis try to leave the building as she pulled him back in, 

"Those are legends in there. There's Louis Armstrong talkin to Dean Martin!" He could feel his stomach flip in knots.

"Okay, and you're Elvis the Pelvis, who can sing the panties off anyone's girl." Rosa shrugged, pushing him into the crowd. Rosa might have been trouble, but she was good trouble. 

"Have you seen Elvis?" Scotty asked as Rosa held his hand, 

"Nope... But, hey, isn't that Johnny Cash!" she waved him down, swooning after him. 

"Wonderful Party again, Denise." Cab Calloway said as he kissed her on the hand. Alfonso had a jealous look on his face watching the woman he loved, no hated, no loved, be charmed by his competition. "It's always nice to see you again, Cab." Denise blushed a little. Her French red satin tule-trained mermaid gown was a snug fit on her body, and it only made Alfonso want to pull her in close and kiss her til the cows came home. 

"Nessa, you look bellissima." Dean was kissing up her Opera glove to the skin of her shoulder.

"Oh, Dean." Denise blushed at the Italian lover, " They'll think we're in love." she joked as Alfonso got even more red in the face. 

"Vernon..." Alfonso sat next to him,

"My advice... tell her how ya feel or damn it, suffer to that." 

"Hey Rich..." 

"Yeah, Cece?"

"Have you seen Elvis by chance?" 

"Nope, been woop baba loo-ing honey." he winked at her and kept playing, 

"Thanks..." she sighed, picking up the hem of her off-white dress, holding onto her white fur shaw. Cecelia had hoped the poor thing didn't get so nervous that he backed out of coming and left her to suffer a night of celebrities who'd ask her the same old questions, 

"So tell me, Mr. Presley, what makes you good enough for our niece," Ruby said as she cornered the young man, Eleanor on the other side, with a glass of champagne.

"Well... A- aside from being Elvis, I-I'm an honest man I try to be." another thing he hated was interviews. He could talk til his face turned blue if you asked him to tell you a story, but an interview heck no, he could barely bear it. 

"What about all those other girls you've had..." Eleanor asked,

"I love, love, but I love..." His eyes caught the prettiest sight he'd ever seen. A cream-colored gown, a white fur shawl, a garnet necklace hanging perfectly between her breasts, her white opera gloves up to nearly her shoulders, and her dark brown hair curled into the style of the infamous poodle.

"You love who..."

"Cece..." He had the face of a man who'd just seen an angel. Cecelia was now talking to Dean Martin, and by talking gawking at him like a little schoolgirl, the two had been discussing Jazz, knowing that Cecelia had the idea of doing at least one album to please her parent's pallet. "I like to think you rollers are crooners, especially that Elvis guy." Dean smirked a little, "I mean, without us Crooners, there's no Rollers." 

"I'd simply agree." Cecelia smiled, "And Elvis, he's such a crooner, charming, sensitive, sweet, and..."

"He's comin this way, kid." 

"Sensational..." black hair with a slightly curled cowlick and those piercing blue eyes like Superman, she was in love as she saw him walk her way with his tuxedo on and his bowtie, a look he didn't too much admire, but for Cecelia, he'd do anything. 

"You look..."

"You go first," Elvis said,

"No, you," Cecelia took his hand,

"Well, you look like a dream." He kissed her hand, 

"You look like my forever." Cecelia blushed at the kiss, "Have you met Dean?" she gestured as he laughed at the two lovebirds. 

"Nice to meet you, sir."

"Please call me Dean," he winked, "Ya know Frankie was supposed to be here, but he got busy." Cecelia gasped at the mention of his name, and Elvis found it quite cute. 

"Well, if it ain't Cece and E."

"Johnny!" the two both greeted Johnny Cash, who had a cigarette in his mouth and a slice of cake on a plate. 

"What'cha two getting up two." 

"Well-"

"YOU CAN'T EVER JUST APOLOGIZE HUH, ALFONSO!" 

"SAYS THE ONE WHO'S GOT EVERY MAN KISSIN UP ON HER!"

"MAYBE I WOULDN'T IF YOU HAD PAID ATTENTION TO ME! LOVED ME EVEN!"

The room fell silent. All eyes were on them. Cecelia took a deep breath. Elvis grabbed her by the hand, trying to calm her down. Until Midge walked over, 

"You two need to do something..."

"Why us..." Cecelia whispered,

"Well, those are your parents, and Presley's a voice of a generation. Good luck." Cecelia looked around for anything that could be a distraction until she saw the grand piano, 

"Follow my lead..." Cecelia grabbed his hand,

"Godspeed Cece..." Midge smiled,

"Maybe we should just tell everyone the truth..." Denise sighed,

"The truth about-" 

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seek

When we're out together dancing cheek-to-cheek

 Cecelia sang as she sat on the grand piano. Elvis looked up at her like he'd sometimes look at a cheeseburger. Or his beloved sandwich, 

Oh, I love to climb a mountain

And reach the highest peak

But it doesn't thrill me half as much

As dancing cheek to cheek

Elvis winked at Cecelia as they both continued the song. From the corner of her eye, she could see the guests dancing with each other, couples in love, some even humming the song. But the couple she wanted wasn't dancing, they weren't found until she heard. 

Now Mama dance with me

I want my arms about you

That charm about you

Will carry me through

Standing beside her and Elvis were Alfonso and Denise, who were dueting their hit single from back in the 30s. They had looked so in love, like there was only room in the universe for them. When the song had finished, Alfonso and Denise embraced in passionate kisses. The two locked eyes as he got on his knees, took her hand, and said,

 "Denise, I know... I ain't been the best husband or daddy, but I've been one hell of a manager, " he chuckled as Denise blushed, "But that's not what I wanna ask."

"What are you asking me, Alfonso." Denise.

"Will you be my Sapphire and set my soul on fire, marry me again?" he asked. 

"Yes..." Denise blushed as she kissed her husband. There were cheers and claps and singing. It was a romantic affair, but Cecelia needed air. She needed to have a break from it all. Sitting outside, Cecelia had begun to tear up. She thought about how happy her parents seemed. And how happy Gladys and Vernon were dancing along to the singing, all the happy couples that could be together publicly in love. 

"This stair taken..."

"N...No." Cecelia turned her head away from Elvis. Taking off his suit jacket, he put it around her shoulders as he kissed her cheek. 

"Angel, are you cryin'?"

"I'm fine.." 

"Are you sure-" he felt her body press into his chest as he held her. She was going to sob. In which he'd kiss her cheek and listen to her. After all, she'd been there when he needed a good sob. 

"I-I-I wish we could hold hands, kiss how we want to, love how we want to outside those walls outside from our homes, I-" she sniffled, looking into his eyes, 

"I wish the world knew how much I love you." 

"I don't..."

"Whys that..." There was a deep sadness in her eyes as he said that. Elvis had her smaller hands in his as he kissed them, then he had his hands on her cheeks,

"Because the world already knows, and she's the most beautiful world I did ever see." he leaned in to kiss her soft lips. Her skin was cold, but the kiss between them was passionate, sweet, and simple. It said everything the other was trying to say. Suddenly, from the air, snow flurries were falling into their hair. And lashes, and on the ground as he picked her up, their lips never detaching from one another. Her arms were around his neck as he was holding her bridal style.

"Well, shit, finally..." Johnny said, watching the two. 

Later that night, Elvis was in the guest room fiddling with a box he had with him. He knew the next day was Christmas, and it had to be perfect. After all, it wasn't every day a man found the woman of his dreams at 22 years old. Pacing, he'd been practicing his words until he heard. 

"OH, ALFONSO, YES!"

Walking down the creaking floor, Elvis heard the fireplace crackle to a low fire as the lights from the Christmas tree. Illuminating the large living room like an annoying leg lamp, presents were under the tree, and a plate of half-eaten sugar cookies and a glass of milk beside it, sitting there with her legs crossed in her nightgown eating cookies. 

"Cecelia..." 

"Hmmm?" she looked back at Elvis. Over the fireplace was a picture of her and her parents and more awards, but he only had his eyes on one award, his sweet, beautiful girlfriend with crumbs on her lips that he could taste with his tongue, "Elvis..." her hands pulling at his hair, the two would break for air as they'd find other places to kiss and bite and lick,

 "What's gotten into ya, sugar..."

"Love." He smirked, that smile on his face as he got up from being on top of her. Elvis took her by the hand as he beckoned her with his finger to follow. 

"Where are we going..."

"To unwrap you like a bow."

"What if Santa finds out..."

"What he won't know won't kill him, mama." he kissed her neck again as she shivered, 

"Then I suppose you can have this gift early."

[asshlyyyy]

Elvis (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Chapter 5

So, we did a whole vote what I post next. The Austin Butler Request won, and that is currently in the works. I wanted to get Chapter/ Part 5 for Elvis though because I love writing for this. I apologize if it isn’t the best. It went in a different direction then intended. Obviously, I had to split it into two different parts now.

It is quite a lengthy chapter, and it would’ve been longer if I continued. That being said, there is no song for this chapter. There will be three for the next one. I hope you guys are enjoying this serious just as much as I am!

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Paring: Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes, some spelling mistakes? Maybe some grammatical errors. I can only reread so many times.

Word Count: 6.1 k 

"Hey momma, can I ask ya something real quick?" You looked over at your mother, who was in the kitchen making some lunch. You stood knew the island in the middle. Your fingers nervously tapped against the laminate topping.

"You can ask me anything. What's up?" She asked, turning her head to give your her attention.

"Um well... Elvis asked me to go with him on a little trip. He is going to be performing on the Louisiana Hayride. I just wanted to ask you... if it was okay?" You asked her, an obvious hint of nervousness in your voice.

"That's okay," she nodded, "I trust Elvis, and I trust he will keep you safe. Just be responsible, and call me okay?" She agreed to let you go.

"It's in Louisiana..." You pointed out, shocked at her answer.

"I know, and I still stay true to my word. You can go." She smiled. She wasn't one to hold you back. Hell, you were basically eighteen at this point. She couldn't and wouldn't hold you back from anything you wanted to do.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you." Ruby chuckled at your response as you rushed over to her. You pulled her into a loving hug.

"Okay honey, I love ya." She returned your hug.

"I love you too. I have to go call Elvis!" You pulled away and rushed up to your room. You heard your mom laugh from downstairs as you reached your room. You went over to your phone and quickly typed in his number.

"Hello?" A soft voice spoke from the other end. It was by no means Elvis's voice...

"Hi, I was hoping I could possibly talk to Elvis by chance?" You asked the nice lady.

"May I ask who is calling?" She asked.

"Oh! Of course, I'm sorry. I'm Haylo Blakely, Elvis and I recently recorded a song together." You introduced yourself.

"Oh? So you're the Haylo my boy has been talking about?" She asked with a hint of happiness.

"I would hope so," you chuckled lightly. "Is he around?"

"If I'm not mistaken, he is currently on his way to pick you up." She brought it up. You looked out past your curtains in confusion. Elvis didn't mention anything about seeing each other today.

"Huh... okay, I suppose that will work as well. Thank you for your help."

"Anytime sweetie... oh! And it was nice hearing from your again." Before you could answer you heard the click of the phone line and it went silent. What did she mean by that? You don't recall meeting Elvis' parents at all.

And as if it was all perfectly planned, you saw Elvis pull into your driveway. You placed the receiver back onto the base and made your way downstairs. You headed towards the front door and found Elvis as he was about to knock. You pulled open the door and Elvis' eyes went wide.

"Oh- he-hey," Elvis chuckled. You smiled softly, letting out a light giggle from his reaction.

"Hi, Elvis. Come in," you moved out of the way to give way. He nodded and walked through the threshold. You closed the door behind him.

"What do I owe the honor for this visit?" You asked him. He turned to face you, cheeks a bit red from earlier.

"Huh well... I wanted to come and... check on you... After last night," he said as his eyes trailed your body, looking for any marks or bruises. You weren't exactly dressed up in your usual clothes that he was used to seeing you in. You wore a simple pair of shorts with a floral button-up shirt.

"Oh... I'm okay," You smiled sheepishly and rubbed your neck where your step-douche choked you. His eyes watched your hand. He stepped closer and looked closely at you. Your face redden from how close he was. He truly was only a couple of centimeters away.

He grabbed onto the hand that you were rubbing your neck with and moved it out of the way. He took a long look at your neck. He was quick to notice the bright red marks on your neck. He just shook his head. He had no words for what he saw. He felt angry at himself for not being there. He should've gone in with you. He should've made sure you were okay.

"I- I can explain-"

"You shouldn't be here if he's going to go ahead and choke you, or worse strangle you to death." He rolled his eyes. "Why don't you just tell your mom?" "It-" you let out a breath and grabbed his hand. You pulled him up the stairs and into your room. You didn't want your mom to accidentally hear in on your conversation.

"Listen Elvis..." you wrapped your arms around yourself. "It's not as easy as telling my momma... He's the mayor... He has more power than your average middle-aged white male... He threatened to shut down my career... He would kick me out and never let me see my mom again." You took a deep breath and you felt your eyes water up.

"He threatened to destroy my father's grave..." You said quietly out. You remember the amount of money your family had to pay for that grave... it was the only indication of where he laid and- Elvis grabbed your hands in his.

"Come with me now. You don't have to worry about seeing William. You can come and stay with my family. We'll then hit the road tomorrow." He suggested. You let out a breath and looked away from his eyes. It was a smart idea. Get away before your mother could tell William... or even when you would try to leave with luggage tomorrow... You could leave right now and he would never know.

"Okay," you said gently and nodded, "yeah, let me pack." Elvis smiled at your answer and kissed the top of your head.

"'m gonna talk to your momma. Come meet me when ya ready." You nodded and watched as he left. You knew he wouldn't tell her. You trusted him.

You turned towards your closet and went for your luggage. You didn't want to pack too heavily. You were only going to be away for a few days anyways. Four... five days max. So, you started to plan your outfits. Which didn't take too long. You pretty much used the same bottoms. You decided to pack one dress just in case. You grabbed your guitar and songbook and made your way downstairs. You heard Elvis and your momma laughing in the kitchen.

"I honestly thought it was quite cute," Elvis commented, a hand to his chest as he laughed.

"I told her that it was fine. She's just all embarrassed about the whole thing." Your mother fed into him. You took your things to the front door and walked back over to the kitchen.

"She shouldn' be. It just wasn't the right moment according to the universe."

"That's one way to think about it." Ruby smiled. She really liked Elvis and you were glad about that. Your mother was very picky when it came to boys. She just wanted you to be happy and to be safe and sound.

"Oh, but I will say. You should've seen her afterwards. She was stuttering, covering her face. Honestly, the cutest thing I've eva seen." Elvis spoke. You cleared your throat to announce your entrance.

"Aw, my baby darling." Your mother chooed and walked over to you. She pulled you in a tight hug. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too, momma. I'll call you every day." You promised her. She nodded and pulled away.

"You better missy, or you'll be in big trouble." She wiggled her finger at you. You let out a chuckle and shook your head.

"Well, I guess that's our cue to head out of here." Elvis walked up next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"You kids be safe now. I don't want to hear any bad news."

"Now that I can' promise," Elvis joked. You jabbed your elbow into his side and he let out a yelp.

"All right now, get out of my house. Shoo both of you." Your mother waved you both out. You chuckled and went to the front door. You picked up your things and Elvis got your luggage.

You two reached his car and you got in. You looked out towards your mother who held a proud smile on her face. You blew her a kiss and mother 'I love you' as Elvis started the car. You watched as she waved goodbye as the car drove away. You let out a breath and leaned back. 

"I talked to your mother earlier." You spoke up after you two have been on the road for a bit.

"Did ya now?"

"Mhm, she says you've been talking about me. All good things I hope?" You smirked gently.

"Always, darlin'." He sent you a wink. You rolled your eyes playfully.

"I can't wait to meet her. She seemed so nice. Weird at one point, but nice."

"Weird?" Elvis questioned, a bit hurt that you would think that of his momma.

"Mhm, towards the end of the call she said it was nice to hear from me again." You shrugged. You didn't know what to think of it.

"Huh? That is weird... Maybe she just heard you from the radio?" Elvis suggested, his blue eyes finding your own.

"Maybe," you shrugged.

"Now, we don't live in a big house like ya do," Elvis warned you. It was like he was nervous you would judge where he lived.

"Elvis, I grew up in small places. My sister lives in the same housing unit I grew up in." You tell him. You reached over and rubbed his shoulder gently. "Remember, I'm just as poor as you are."

"Right right," he nodded. He was nervous. You could easily tell that. You didn't know if it was because you were meeting his family... or if it was something else.

"What's wrong Elvis? You seem nervous." You asked.

"I- I don't know... I guess that the show is just creepin' up on me 'is all." You tilted your head listening to him. You knew there had to be more than just that, but you also knew that he was telling the truth.

"Hey, you're going to kick ass. You're gonna turn a crowd, and if not... I'll be cheering you on in the front row, or on the sidelines. Either way, I'll be cheering you on." He smiled and looked over at you before turning back to the front.

"I'll be listenin' out for your voice then."

The ride wasn’t too much longer until Elvis pulled out towards the front of his housing building. It looked quaint and cute. You smiled and got out gathering a few of your things. You followed Elvis as he lead you up to his unit. The hallways were simple, but people still put out welcome mats to make it their own.

“I’m back! Got someone I want ya to meet,” Elvis announced as he opened the door. You closed the door behind you and walked in. Gladys came around the corner and saw you and broke out into a smile.

“Oh my, you’re so beautiful.” She complimented as she held her hands out for you to take. You smiled and walked closer to her, taking her hands.

“Thank you, Mrs. Presley.” You nodded your head in a respectful matter.

“Please, call me Gladys.” She said and looked around, most likely looking for her husband. 

“Vernon! Come meet the girl Elvis has been talking about.” Gladys called out.

“Allllriggghttt, I’m going to put your things in my room,” Elvis said to you. 

“Thank you, Elvis,” you nodded his way. A guy soon appeared where Elvis had just disappeared. You could only imagine that this was Vernon.

“Oh wow, aren’t you as cute as a button.” He commented and held his hand out to you. “Ya definitely stand out there.” He motioned towards your outfit.

“That’s the point, sir. Father always said if you were going to do somethin', go above and beyond.” you took his hand and shook it.

“Oh! I have pictures I absolutely must show you.” Gladys suddenly remembered, and as it was like clockwork Elvis rushed out.

“I-uh- I was actually going to show, Haylo, ‘round the neighborhood. Come back around dinner.” Elvis tried to stop his mother. She just waved him off and continued to look for that album. Elvis rushed over to you and grabbed your hand.

“Let’s get out of here before this turns into a showing of my baby pictures,” Elvis muttered towards your ear. You chuckled and nodded. As much as you would've loved to see some early pictures of Elvis, you knew you would be sitting there for hours. 

“We’ll be back before dinner ma! I promise!” Elvis called out and pulled me out in a rushed manner before his mother could respond. You let out a light laugh and shook your head.

"You scared I'll uncover your deepest darkest secrets?" You teased lightly.

"Oh heavens, I'm an open book."

"Oh really? I highly doubt that. Elvis has to be hiding something he doesn't want anyone to know." You pointed out.

"Test me. Ask me anything and I'll answer." He held his free hand up.

"Hmm okay..." You thought about it for a bit. That's when you thought of it. 

"What's your size?" Elvis looked at you confused, but he knew from the smirk you wore on your face what you were asking.

"Well, depends really. Sometimes it's a child's small... other times it's a men's large." He smirked back, playing along with your game.

"No! You know what I meant." 

"Hm... but I answered." You let out a light groan and looked around to make sure no one was around.

"What's your dick size?" You turned him to face you.

"Whoa," Elvis chuckled lightly, "why?"

"Said you were an opened book. Said I'd prove otherwise." You smirked gently, knowing you had got him.

"Well, if your dying to know its-"

"No! I don't actually want you to tell me!" Your eyes widened. Frankly, you didn't exactly expect him to tell you.

"You asked!" Elvis started to laugh.

"I didn't expect you to answer!" Your face turned red in embarrassment. Elvis chuckled at your reaction and pulled you into his side.

"Don' ask questions you don' want the answer to then." He gave your shoulder a squeeze before the two of you continued to move. 

You generally were so embarrassed. Sure, you have nothing to be embarrassed of, but the fact that he would answer a question just like that? He really was an open book. Well, maybe to you at least. He wouldn't just go around telling people his size. He would probably end up being thrown into jail for that. 

"You thinkin' 'bout it now?"

"Hmm?" You looked over at Elvis confused.

"You haven' spoken in a bit. Figured you were imagining it,"

"Oh my god, gross." You pushed him away from you. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms against your chest. He let out a laugh and shook his head.

"I'm just messing, darlin'." You stuck your tongue out at him. 

The two of you eventually made it out of the building after much- avoidance of furthering that conversation. In fact, you didn't even want to remember that conversation. Though... part of you wanted to know. Elvis was... well... he's extremely attractive, you could only guess what he was packing. Was that wrong? To think of such things about your friend? I mean- everyone had to do it... right?

"So, what are you thinkin' about?" Elvis asked as you both walked down the street.

"I'm not having this conversation anymore," you chuckled.

"So... you are thinkin' about it?!" He chuckled and shook his head. "I can tell ya if you want,"

"I don't want to know."

"Yes, you do,"

"No-"

"That red face says otherwise," he poked your cheeks lightly.

"Oh fuck off," you rolled your green eyes.

"Let me get ya a milkshake. Make it up to you." He swooped up your hand.

"A milkshake isn't going to make everything disappear." You pointed out with an annoyed sigh.

"How 'bout some fries with it?" He tried to butter it up more.

"Fine..." You couldn't resist some free fries and milkshakes.

Elvis smiled and pulled you along. He pointed out his favorite spots in the neighborhood. You listened to everything he had to say. Where he would sing with his friends. Where he and his band performed. How he got declined from two tryouts. It was all very interesting. He even told you how he went to sun records to record a double-sided vinyl for his mother's birthday. It was cute, and you were totally going to do that with your own mom. Every second he spoke, you took in all the information, making sure to memorize everything.

When you got to the diner, it didn't end there. You both ended up just sharing the fries and shake, you didn't mind. You laughed a lot, you smiled a lot, and you blushed a lot. Your cheeks were in pain from all the smiling you were doing. You truly felt like a little girl who had a crush. You remember him purposely kicking your ankles to start an all-out war with you. It was truly the best time you ever had. You weren't even sure if it was a date, but if it was... you never wanted it to end.

In fact, you guys were there for a couple of hours. You two only left because Elvis promised his momma he would be home for dinner. So, after being stuffed with two milkshakes and three baskets of fries, the two of you started the walk back to his place. Where you were sure... you would get questioned... it was scary. You weren't even in a relationship with Elvis, but you felt like this was the moment to impress both his parents. Especially his momma. 

"You're scared... what for?" Elvis noticed. You looked at him. How did he know you were scared?

"I-I'm not scared." You shook your head. Elvis shook his head in return, not believing you for a moment.

"Your hand is sweatin', darlin'. I can feel it." He held up your hand that was in his.

"I-" you had no words. He caught you red-handed in a lie. 

"Yeah... I guess I am."

"How come?" He asked as the two of you appeared back at his housing unit. You let out a breath and stopped on the sidewalk. You removed your hand from Elvis and wiped them on your shorts. Elvis looked down at you, curious to hear your reasoning. 

"I guess... I don't know. I guess it's your parents. Sure I've already met them... but I'm about to sit down and have dinner with them. This is where usually parents interrogate... it's at least what my dad did with my sister's now husband. I'm just nervous I'll say something wrong and... I'll mess everything up," You frowned gently. Elvis reached his thumb under your chin and forced you to look at him.

"Darlin', my parents already adore you. You could say anything and they'll still love ya." He reassured you. You smiled gently.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous." You chuckled lightly. "It's not like we're in a relationship or anything. It's just-"

"You don' have to explain it, darlin', I understand." He moved his thumb up to your cheek. You leaned against his touch as he caressed your cheek. "Come on, don' wanna give my momma a heart attack now," You chuckled lightly and nodded.

"Last one there is a rotten egg!" You rushed off towards the building.

"Hey!" Elvis ran after you. You laughed and pulled open the door and rushed towards the stairs. Before you could turn the corner Elvis caught your hips and pulled your back against him. Your laughed-filled Elvis' ears. It was like the sound of angels to him. He let out a chuckle as you laid your head back against his chest. You weren't even close to Elvis's unit and yet he already caught you.

"Let me go, Elvis," you laughed.

"I don' think I will," Elvis said back. So, there you stood in his arms... and you didn't want to leave them. You were at peace when his arms were around you.

"We should get up there. Your momma is probably worried." You pointed out and pulled yourself away. Your heart dropped at the loss feeling of his arms.

"Right, yeah," he nodded. Elvis felt a similar feeling of loss. He had taken such a liking to you the past few days, he just always wanted you in his arm. 

The two of you got up to his unit a little bit later and you were all sitting at the table. Delicious food placed all around you. You didn't eat much with your family. Mostly because of William. You longed for these moments again. To have your mother and father next to each other. Their hands interlocked together. Your sister sat next to you as she tried to fork away your food. You felt a hand on your thigh and looked over at Elvis. He sent you a reassuring smile and gave your thigh a quick squeeze.

"So, how are your parents, Haylo?" Gladys asked.

"Oh, well my mom is doing great. She's happy which is important." You answered, a small smile on your face.

"And your father?" She then asked.

"Oh, well... I bet he's happy. Sad... but happy." You tried your best to answer.

"Oh?" Gladys looked confused. You didn't blame her. She didn't know.

"Her father died a couple of years back," Elvis spoke up.

"Oh my! I am so sorry I didn't know. That is such a shame. Kenneth was such a great father." She said apologetically. You were taken back lightly. How did she know your father?

"I'm sorry... You knew him?" You asked confused.

"Of course I did. Don't you remember? You and El-" Vernon cleared his throat and raised his glass.

"How 'bout a toast to our boy? Performing at the Louisiana Hayride in a few days." Vernon changed the topic, which you were thankful for. You raised up your glass and nodded.

"For my bewbie," Gladys raised his glass. You smiled and looked over at Elvis. 

"To the king," you said gently and you all tapped your glasses together. You and Elvis had opted for water instead of alcohol tonight. Elvis was going to be driving, and you were going to be his second in command. You both needed to be wide awake. You went back to your food and listened to their conversations. Occasionally speaking up when you were brought in. 

As it got towards the end of dinner, you offered to help clean up the dishes. Gladys was thankful for that, she made a joke that someone was finally helping her out around here. You just shook your head in response and got to work. You cleaned the dishes while she dried and put them away.

"I'm glad Elvis has someone like you," she spoke up after a moment of silence.

"Really? How so?" You wondered.

"Well, he needs someone to tie him down. Keep him away from doing crazy things." She explained. You made a face at that. You were in no situation to tie someone down. Marriage wasn't even on your mind. Frankly, you were just trying to get enough money to get a place of your own.

"With all due respect ma'am. I am not one to pull someone away from their dream. Neither am I tying him down. I am being a supportive friend." You said to her, handing her another plate.

"You guys aren't in a relationship?" She looked at you confused.

"No, ma'am," you shook your head.

"Well, I'll be dammed. You two looked like you've been together for ages." She started to speak. "You two are very comfortable with each other... the way you two look at each other. I'm quite surprised is all."

Was she picking up on your crush? God, you hoped not. You feel like she would be quick to tell Elvis about your feelings... and you didn't want him to know. You didn't know how he would react if you were being honest. Sure, you felt that maybe he felt the same way... but maybe he was just being nice?

"Yeah," you chuckled awkwardly and continued to clean the dishes.

After you two were done you made your way to the living room, where Elvis sat on the couch. He held the road map in his hands. You narrowed your eyes at him in annoyance. You were supposed to be the copilot, why was he taking your job? Elvis looked up and noticed your angry look. He quickly tried his best to close the map and hide it behind his mad, but it was very clear that you saw it.

"Are you trying to take my job away?" You asked as you placed your hands on your hips.

"Oh shit- no," he shook his head quickly... an innocent-looking smile on his face. I made a face at him and held my hand out.

"I am the copilot, I tell you where to drive... peasant." Elvis laughed at your nickname for him and held it out for you.

"Alright master," Elvis played along with your little... thing. You let out a light chuckle and sat down next to him, taking the map out of his hand.

"Do you have a pen? Pencil even? I have one in my bag if not." You asked him. He nodded and got up quickly and rushed around. You laughed at his rushed actions. He was quick to find one and eventually came back over.

"Thank you," You smiled gently and laid out the map. "So, where is our end goal?"

"Amite City, Louisiana," Elvis answered.

"Right, now I look for... hours." You chuckled and started to try and find the city on the map. Elvis looked over at the map to help quicken the process. 

"Is that it?" Elvis asked as he pressed his finger against the paper.

"Well your fat finger is covering it, so I don't know." You stated. Elvis chuckled and moved his finger. Once you had a clear view you did in fact confirm that it was Amite City. You circled it on the map and then went ahead and circled Memphis while you were at it. You folded the map so that what you needed was showing. 

"Pretty much a straight shot..." You said as you mapped it out. "Take I-55... and take that all the way down." You marked the map. "Could take a few hours at most. Hopefully, it won't take longer than a day." You finished setting up the map.

"I doubt it," Elvis said as you folded up the map. You looked over at him and smiled.

"Thank you for inviting me,"

"Oh course, sweetheart. I want ya there with me," you blushed gently as that and looked away. You felt Elvis' fingers brush up against your face as he pushes back a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

"Elvis, can I ask you something?" You turned to look at him. You needed to know what you two were. Friends? More than friends? Lovers? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?

"Always-" before he could finish speaking, his mother came in.

"Elvis dearly, don't you think you two should head to bed? We got to wake up early tomorrow to leave." Gladys interrupted.

"Yeah, we'll head to bed soon momma. Haylo was just 'bout to ask somethin'." Elvis said to his mother.

"Oh, that's okay. It can wait for tomorrow." You smiled and stood up. You wiped your hands on your shorts subconsciously. Elvis was quick to notice this. Were you nervous about what you were about to ask him? Elvis couldn't figure it out, but he didn't want to push it.

"You two sleep tight now," Gladys smiled and walked off.

"Can you lead me to my bag? I want to change into something comfier." You asked Elvis. He nodded and stood up. He pressed his hand against your back and lead you to his room. As you entered the room you looked around. You didn't know what to envision his room to look like... but what you were looking at... It definitely fits his persona.

"Bags right there," he pointed to it, "but, you can borrow one of my shirts to sleep in. Wouldn' want ya to dirty up your clothes."

"Oh? Are you sure?" You questioned, looking at him. His blue eyes stared at you. He hummed a response back and nodded.

"Oh uh, you can have the bed. I can sleep on the couch." Elvis pointed out. 

"Please no... Elvis, I am not taking your bed from you." You shook your head.

"We could always sleep together." He smirked and winked at you. You rolled your eyes and looked over at his bed.

"I don't even think we could both fit on it." You laughed gently. 

"Nonsense, you'll just lay on me." He pointed out. It seemed like he was all for the idea of sleeping together. 

"What happened to you sleeping on the couch?" You asked with a smug look on your face.

"You offered," he chuckled and went into his drawer.

"Fine, but you try anything I swear-"

"I won't I won't." He chuckled and turned around. "Here," he handed you a plain shirt.

"Thank you," you smiled. It was then that he just stood there looking at you. Frankly, he was just taking you all in. He didn't really believe that you were standing in his room. God, he sounded like a horny teenage boy.

"Um, Elvis... I need to change." You waved the shirt lightly.

"Yeah yeah, go ahead." It was clear that he wasn't going to leave.

"Get out," you laughed gently and hit him with the shirt.

"Alright, alright," he put his hands up as he left the room, closing the door behind him. You let out a sigh and shook your head. You heard the squeaking of the door and saw Elvis poking his head in.

"Not even a peek?" He asked. You grabbed a pillow and threw it his way.

"Get out!" You laughed and watched as he quickly closed the door. You smiled and waited a couple of moments to make sure he wouldn't peek in once more.

After the cost was clear you started to unbutton your shirt. You took these moments to think about everything. You had to make sure to call your momma before bed. Part of you felt embarrassed... still scared... nervous... just about everything, and you couldn't figure out why.

You folded the shirt up and unclasped your bra. You put it down onto the bed for now and pulled Elvis's shirt over your head. The length came down to your mid-thigh and it was a simple black shirt. You then button your shorts and folded them up before grabbing your clothes and heading to your bag.

"You can come back in now, creep." You called out to Elvis as you nicely put your clothes into the bag. You heard the door and soon Elvis walked in. Your back was facing him but he just froze in his tracks. There was just something about your messy wavy hair that fell perfectly against your back... Not to mention his shirt on you... It sent him wild.

As you closed up your bag and looked back at him, you saw his azure eyes looking right at you. You felt your face heat up. Elvis sent you a kind smile and started to unbutton his own shirt. Your eyes widened.

“You’re just gonna change with me in here!?” You asked shocked. You didn't exactly want it to not happen. You were more than happy to see what he was hiding under his shirt.

“Why not,” he shrugged like it was nothing. 

“I-I” you didn't even know what to say. Your eyes just trailed his bare chest.

“Didn’t you want to know my size?” He teased you. You gasped and picked up the nearest thing and threw it at him. He was quick to catch it. He laughed at your reaction and shrugged the shirt off.

“I’ll keep it in my pants. Just this once though,” he held up one of his fingers. “You’re disgusting ya know that?” You rolled your eyes gently.

“Only for you darlin’,” he sent you a wink and continued to undress. You let out a breath and stood up.

“I’m going to go call my mom.” You got up and left the room before Elvis could respond. You tiptoed through the dark hall and made your way to the kitchen. You picked up the phone and started to dial your number.  You held the phone up to your ear and waited. 

“Hello-“ you hung up the phone immediately and took in a deep breath. Of course, it was fucking William. You’d have to try later. Keep calling until she answered the phone and not him. You bet he was real mad about you leaving. Oh well.

That night, you didn’t get to talk to your momma. Every single time it was William, and every single time he picked up he grew angrier and angrier. It wasn’t until the tenth call that Elvis pulled you away. He can recall the sad look on your face as he hung up the phone. You hated being away from her, and Elvis was now just recognizing that.

You two laid in bed, very close to each other. While you laid right up next to the wall, Elvis’s chest was up against your back. Wasn’t the best, but it would do. Part of you wanted Elvis to wrap his arm around you to pull you closer and kiss your neck.  Well... a girl can dream at least.

The next morning came rather quickly. One thing you were falling asleep, and the next you were waking up to Gladys knocking on the door. One good thing though, sometime during the night Elvis... yes Elvis, you would never let yourself do such things... he pulled you closer and held an arm throw over your stomach. Your face was pressed up against his bare chest.

After Elvis laughed at your embarrassed face... the two of you got ready. Gladys being the angel she is, made everyone breakfast. It was very simple, yet very delicious. You were thankful for a stomach full of food. You didn't want to be on the road and your stomach growls loudly. That would just be embarrassing.

"Do you have everything?" Elvis asked as he picked up his things. You looked around at the things in your arms and nodded.

"I have the one bag, my guitar, and songbook. That's all." You took note of your things.

"Let's head down then. We can get out things in the car." He suggested. You nodded in agreement. The two of you walked down outside in silence. It wasn't like you didn't want to speak. It was more of a slow burn... you weren't exactly excited to be sitting in a car for several hours.

"Is there anything you want in the car?" Elvis asked as he started to put the bags in the trunk.

"Nope, everything I need I have. I have the map and my songbook." You showed him. He smiled gently and nodded. He finished putting the stuff in and leaned up against the car.

"This might be a dumb question, but are ya fine sleepin' in the same bed again with me? It'll be bigger I promise," he chuckled lightly. None of you were uncomfortable, you actually quite enjoyed being so close to each other. 

"Yeah, that's all right," you nodded and stood next to him. "I didn't mind being close to you..." You said gently. 

"Hm? Yeah, I enjoyed it also." He smiled and wrapped his arm around you. "I like being close to you." You blushed gently and looked over at him.

"Can I ask you something?" You bit the inside of your cheek.

"Is this from last night?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," you nodded and looked away. You didn't know if you wanted to look at him when you asked. It's embarrassing to ask... But you needed to know...

"Um... What- what are-"

"Here we are," Gladys smiled as she and Vernon came into view. You let out a sigh and shook your head. Yet another interruption.

"I'll be in the car," you mumbled gently and walked over to the passenger side and got in. You heard the three of them talk, you couldn't exactly hear what they were saying... but you didn't want to. Maybe you weren't meant to know what you and Elvis were. You two were just friends... nothing more... nothing less.

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Light My Fire - CH01

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.

Warnings: There’s none in this. Maybe a sprinkle of angst.

WC: 2567

A/N: So here we have a new series. If you know my writing, you’d know that I always write such a slow build. This one won’t be any different. Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback. 

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3

SERIES MATSTERLIST

Shit, shit, shit. 

She’s going to be late, so fucking late! 

Y/N hastily slips into her shoes, does a final check of her reflection in the mirror before she gets out of her apartment and hires a taxi. It’s not like she can afford it with the high rent in the city, but she can’t risk getting late into work because her boss would be beyond pissed and she’d like to avoid being at the receiving end of his wrath right at the start of her week. 

She’s still panting when she sits in the taxi. If she hadn’t been lost in thoughts and wanted to finish reading her damn novel while she drank her coffee, maybe then she wouldn’t have spilled it all over herself and wouldn’t have had to change into something else and she wouldn’t have been late. 

Mr. Winchester will be so pissed.

He’s known for firing people, exchanging them for someone who would be gone in under a week's time. She’s actually surprised that she made it this long. It’s almost a year now that she became one of his office assistants and while it’s a good job and a good paying one too, she thinks it’s fucking challenging. She needs that job and she can’t afford to get fired. Jack, her brother, is still in college and she needs to help him, since she and Jack — well, that’s all the family that’s still left. 

She quickly types out a text to Jack when she sees the taxi rounding up to her office building. 

 Y/N: Cross your fingers. I’m late. I hope I won’t get fired.

J: Oh, no. I’m crossing my toes, too! You got it, sis!

 Alright. She takes a deep breath, gets out and pays the driver before she takes the elevator up to her floor. 

Arriving on the floor, she already hears someone yelling. The voice is deep, gravelly, it can only belong to one person that she knows of. He’s also the only one who’s allowed to yell around here, actually. 

Walking over to her desk, she sits down and starts up her computer. She hopes that by acting normal, nobody would know that she’s thirty minutes late, and she doesn’t even have a good explanation should someone ask. She couldn’t even lie about it because she’s an awful liar.

Mr. Winchester hates tardiness. She once watched him firing someone who was five minutes late. 

She doesn’t know what’s wrong with Mr. Winchester sometimes. Like, he’s all professional but every time she has to work with him, he acts all grumpy. After a year of repeatedly watching him being his grumpy self around her, she can’t help but think that he doesn’t really like her at all. But again, if he doesn’t like her, why didn’t he fire her already?

“Go away! You’re fired!” 

Oh god, it’s not even 9am and he’s already firing people. She sees Adam walk past her desk, his head low. Awe, that’s sad. She quite liked Adam. How long has he been here? About seven months? God, she wishes that she had the balls to stand up to that jerk Winchester.

Mr. Winchester walks out of his office and right into her view. She ducks her head, pretends to look occupied, which she actually is because she’s now logged in and skims through her emails. There are several of Mr. Winchester from this morning and she looks at the time stamps. 6.45am, 6.57am, 7.12am, 7.34am, 8.01am, 8.02am, 8.03am, 8.04am, 8.05am, 8.06am, 8.13am, 8.16am, 8.24am, 8.26am. 

Shit.

She’s going to get fired for sure. Say bye to your college degree, Jack.

His footsteps echo in the quiet office and it comes to a halt at her desk.

Uh-oh.

Y/N doesn’t dare to look up.

“Where were you?” Mr. Winchester snarls. 

“I— uh,” She stammers, and then she looks up at him. His suit is neat, the scruff a little longer than usual, and he looks tired because his eyes aren’t as green as they usually are, which is a good thing because she always tends to get lost in them if she stares at them for too long, “I’m sorry, sir.” 

“I want to see you in my office,” He hisses, “And while you’re at it, get me a coffee, alright?” He turns around, walks back, but stops and tilts his head back again, “Please.” With that, he’s off into his office and slams the door shut. 

Hey, at least he said please, right?

Ruby looks up at her from her computer, “My god, what’s wrong with that guy? Can you believe that he’s one of the hottest bachelors of the year according to some magazines? The voters surely haven’t ever seen him like this.”

“Shush, Ruby,” Y/N says, “What if he has bat ears?” Really, she wouldn’t be surprised if he has.

Ruby does that locking motion with her hand on her lips. 

“But someone surely has got out of the wrong side of the bed.” She says, and adds, “I thought he spent the weekend in Vegas for that meeting? Didn’t it go well?”

“It did, apparently, but who knows,” Ruby shrugs, “Anyway, if I were you, I would go grab that coffee quick, Y/N. I don’t want him firing you.”

“Shit, right!” She gets up and storms into the break room to get the coffee and speeds back on her heels to Mr. Winchester’s office door, almost trips once but she managed to  save herself gracefully.

She knocks and enters, and to her surprise, someone else is in the room as well. 

Sam Winchester, the company’s lawyer and brother to Dean Winchester. 

Sam stands by the window, looking out into the streets while her boss is hunched over his desk, his forehead on his arms. 

Something’s wrong and she’s afraid to ask what it is. So instead of asking, she steps in, “Your coffee, sir.”

“Huh,” Mr. Winchester looks up from his desk, “Yeah, thanks. Please take a seat, Y/N.”

Hesitantly, she walks closer, clears her throat as she sets the coffee on his desk, and sits down, “Mr. Winchester, please, whatever it is, I promise that I won’t make the same mistake again. My being late today was really an accident, I spilled coffee over myself and had to change my clothes, it’ll never happen again, please. I need this job.”

“Jesus, Y/N, relax!” Mr. Winchester groans, and Sam Winchester looks at his brother with amusement in his eyes, “My head’s hurting. Shut up, please? You won’t get fired, I promise.”

“Oh,” 

“In fact, I have a proposition for you.” Mr. Winchester stands up and walks around to her side of the desk, leaning against it, “I want you to be my fake wife.”

She frowns, thinks that she hasn’t heard him right, “What?”

“Look, I’m not really happy about it either,” He starts to say, and she frowns some more for fucking good measure.

“Wow, thanks,” Y/N huffs out, “What a great compliment.”

“No! Christ!” Mr. Winchester rubs over his scruff with his fingers. The scratching sound is loud in the otherwise quiet room, “I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“Why do you want me to do that?”

“Yeah, why, Dean?” Sam cuts in and he starts to chuckle, which prompts Dean to send his brother a glare. 

“Shut up, Sammy.”

He turns back to her, “Look, the meeting in Vegas went well, alright? I got Chuck Shurley to let me buy shares of his company. The thing is, after the dinner, we went for a drink, and next thing I know, I was married to his fucking sister.”

Y/N really tries not to laugh, “Wow.”

“Yeah,” Mr. Winchester scoffs.

“So, did you get ordained by Elvis or something?” 

“Y/N! Jesus! Focus!” He yells, which made her flinch, “I’m married and now she wants at least a quarter of what I own if I want to annul the marriage. She fucking set me up, but I can’t really prove it.”

“Amara Shurley is a very beautiful and rich woman,” She shrugs, because it’s true. Every guy wants to be with her, she wonders why Mr. Winchester doesn’t. 

“Your point being?” He raises an eyebrow at her, “Just because she’s beautiful doesn’t mean that I have to want to be with her, does it?”

“No, sir. But I’m wondering why you want me to pretend to marry you when you are already married?”

“We can show Amara another marriage certificate, one that says that we married a month ago, right Sammy?” Mr. Winchester asks his brother, but his eyes are on her. 

“That’s right. It’s already signed by all parties. All you have to do is sign it. I’m waiting for the court dates as we speak,” Sam Winchester says and shows her the apparent very important piece of paper.

There are signatures of Mr. Winchester. His brother and Ruby as witnesses. Ruby? Fucking Ruby? Oh my god, and she didn’t even warn her!

“Ruby’s your friend besides work too, isn’t she?” Mr. Winchester asks. 

“Yeah,” Y/N nods.

“Good,” Mr. Winchester says, and adds, “What do you say? Would you do me the honor of becoming my fake wife?”

Her mouth stands slightly agape, she blinks, “This is stupid. Why would you do that? It’s not even legal, is it? Why me?”

“I’m pretty desperate, as you can tell,” Mr. Winchester answers short. And it hurts. It hurts damn bad. Not that she expects anything less. And then he goes on, “Look, I know that it’s a big breach into your privacy but I can guarantee you that you’ll get rewarded for it. I’ll pay you double and you don’t even have to work while you’re married to me.”

But she likes to work! Well, yeah, sometimes he can be a dick but she actually really likes to work. She doesn’t say it, though. Instead, she asks, “How long do we need to be married for?” 

“Six months.” Sam Winchester cuts in.

“Six-what?!”

“Yeah, that’s the only way it won’t look suspicious.” 

“Ah, great. Because we don’t want that, do we? We don’t even live together! I don’t know you! This is going too far.” She’s mad. Can’t lie about it.

“Y/N, please. You’re the only one that I know who doesn’t get irritated by my mood. You know how I like my coffee, you know where I like to eat out, you know my schedule, you’re the only one who really knows me here!”

Sam Winchester clears his throat.

“Calm down, Sammy, alright!” Mr. Winchester rolls his eyes. 

She bites her bottom lip, thinks hard about it. It’s not like she can not not agree to it. It’s double pay for six months! Jack could finish his degree. But she asks anyway, “What are the conditions?”

“I have the contract ready, too,” Sam Winchester says, and hands it to her, while she begins to read it, he goes on, “You’re going to live with Dean as of today,” The younger Winchester says matter of factly.

“Today?” She stands up so abruptly, the chair screeches along the floor, which makes everyone in the room flinch, and Mr. Winchester’s hand goes to his temple. “Sorry,” She whispers.

“Yeah, today. You’ve been married for one month, think it’s time you move in together, no?” Sam grins.

“Okay, and what else?” Y/N crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Monogamy.” The taller Winchester smirks, “No sex or flirting with anyone else for the next six months.”

“What?” Mr. Winchester scoffs, “You didn’t tell me that, Sammy!”

Sam Winchester just shrugs, “I mean, it actually goes without saying. You’re married, that’s what married couples do when they’re in love, being faithful. At least in the first six months I’d hope so.”

Mr. Winchester rubs over his scruff again. He does that a lot when he’s thinking. After a short while he looks at her, “Okay, I can do that, can you?”

How can she say that it's a piece of cake for her because she doesn’t have a healthy social life anyway? All she’s been doing is working and sleeping for a year now. But of course she doesn’t say it. Instead, she says, “I can,” and looks at her boss smugly and he cocks her an eyebrow.

“So that we’re clear, you’re going to act like a lovey dovey couple for the next six month.” Her boss’s brother states.

“Yes,” Mr. Winchester and her say it in unison.

“Great,” Sam Winchester hands her a pen, “If you could just sign here and here, Y/N.” He points to the places on the certificate and contract.

She signs the documents and the taller Winchester puts it away into his case. “Right, I’ll see you guys around,” he calls out before leaving.

“So, Mr. Winchester—”

“—Please call me Dean. We’re married now.” He lets out a tired chuckle.

“Right,” She sighs.

“Look, I’m sorry about it, alright? I’m not out to make your life miserable but maybe if we work on it together it’ll be half as bad as it seems right now?”

“Maybe, yeah.” She agrees. “So, what do you want me to do?”

“You go home and pack your things. I’ll send Gabe to pick you up and bring you to my penthouse.”

Penthouse. How fancy. 

“And don’t worry, the rent for your apartment will be covered.”

“Okay,” 

She walks out of the office with a weird feeling in her guts. When she arrives at her desk Ruby’s grinning.

“You fucking knew!” Y/N hisses at her friend.

“Oh, come on,” The other girl huffs out, “What’s so bad about being married to the hottest bachelor in the business world?”

Well, Ruby’s actually not entirely wrong, but he’s her boss. It will always be awkward. 

“Ask me again in six months, will you?” She says, shuts off her computer and is about to leave when Ruby eyes her, “What?”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to go pack my things.”

“Why?”

She sighs, “Well, I have to go live with him now.”

“You what?!” Ruby damn near squealed.

“Shhh!” She hushes her friend and looks around, smiles when she sees Donatello looking over here with one raised eyebrow, “You know that you can’t talk about it, right? You probably signed a contract.” She doesn’t really know it but given how Sam Winchester is good at what he’s doing, she guesses that they cover Dean’s ass thoroughly. Not that she wouldn’t mind covering that ass herself...

Focus, Y/N! 

“Yeah, I signed something. I didn’t read it  because damn, that young Winchester is yummy. I’d like to climb him like a fucking tree.” 

Great.

“My god Ruby, you should always read what you sign!” 

“In my defense, I was lost in his dimples, okay? Anyway, it’s good if you live with him, no? You can see if he really has a stick up his ass when you walk in on him showering or something like that.”

“Oh my god, I need to leave.” She grabs her bag and walks to the elevator when Ruby makes kissy faces at her. She sticks out her tongue and in that moment, Dean walks out of his office and frowns at her. 

Monday has just started fucking great, hasn’t it?

CH02