#austin butlers wife

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lust ~ Father Charlie Mayhew (nac)

{ warnings ; smut , church/hot priest obviously... , choking , throat fucking , p in v unprotected!! be safe kids , horny fucking people man , mentions of spit but not directly used(??) , cum eating (thats all i think!!)

summary; horny girl x priest need some kind of help morally , so why not help each other? }

the choir sang as the faithful folk left the chapel. but you were staying back this sunday. to confess. confess of your past and present. your sins. the yearning. the need. the pure lust, you feel. its been happening for a while.

every sunday since father charlie became the priest of the local church that you and your family have been going to you've felt funny. felt sinful.. lustful towards him. todays the day you confess.

while youre lost in thought, father comes and sits next to you in the pew. "hello father." you say nearly emotionlessly, looking at charlie smiling softly. "hello sister, any reason for staying late this service? need a prayer or something of the sort?" he says in the same tone, intertwining his fingers with each other resting each of his elbows on his knees that were spread apart while sitting in the pew.

you watched his hands as he did so, your heart racing. "hmm?" he hummed waiting for a response. you looked up at him through your eyelashes, "i need more than just a prayer father charlie." his face expresses confusion. "i must be rebuked. from my sinful ways." you say softly.

"what is it, sister?" he says standing up, face looking concerned, motioning with his hands for you to follow. "well, ive been feeling these feelings for a long time. it's to personal for the choir to hear. lets wait until we get to your office."

"i understand. right this way." he says, guiding you down the long, dark hallway with his hand on your lower back. "have a seat." he says opening the door to his office, then pulling out the large cushioned chair from under his desk. you do as he says, "thank you."

"now what was it?" he says taking the seat on the other side of his desk. "well," you sigh, twiddling your thumbs. "ive been feeling pretty.. uhm. im not sure how to word it while being a woman of god." you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "dont worry sister, youre here to confess. you can throw em all in right now." he lets out a deep chuckle, you shrug and smile at his remark.

"well then, ive been feeling very.. lustful. towards,... you." you finally confess, shyly. Charlie's eyes widened a bit, then a small smirk comes across his face. "it's normal. don't worry sister." he said reassuringly, going against the laws of the bible. "if im honest i feel those things more often than i want to admit." he states, sighing deeply. your heart skips a few beats.

"a release is always needed." he says standing up, gripping his covered bulge then looking at you, your innocent looking face, and untouched body. you watch, nearly mesmerized by his sudden forwardness. "have you ever.." you stand taking one step towards him up feeling called to him with his actions, right after he pushes you back to the desk and he presses himself against your front. "gotten, a release?" he whispers into your ear, his mouth lingering against your neck.

you shake your head no and refrane from whimpering and gripping his arm. "want one?" he said, lifting me up making me sit on the desk behind you. his hands rub up and down your thighs as he waits for your response. "hm? do you know how bad i want you to say yes, sister?" despite coming to him to confess, you feel like hes really the one confessing.

"every. sunday. i see you walk your way into this church, sit down in the 3rd pew to the front. listening to my words. looking at me with something more than faith in your eyes. i know what youre thinking about sister." your core pulses with his words that sound smooth as butter. his hands continue up your thighs, making their way to your breasts.

"im thinking the same dirty, dirty things. i guarantee it." he says gripping them softly. you bite your lip while you watch his eyes admire your chest, even covered by your lavender purple long sleeve shirt. "please, give me a release father." you say, looking up at him, your hands now on his large biceps that are covered by his black button up.

"thats it.." he kisses your neck harshly, leading to your mouth. you kiss him deeply, his hands falling to your hips. he grabs you and sets you on your feet on the ground, grabbing the waistband of your long beige skirt. he watches it fall leaving you in your shirt and a pair of cheeky bikini cut undies. he admires your figure caressing it from your thighs to your hips, then your ass, gripping softly.

you pull him towards you by the back of his neck, he smiles as your lips find their way to his neck, kissing roughly; just as he did to you. he moans as you grip his growing erection, and kiss his neck. you pull and grip on his fabric covered arms and his hands fly to the buttons fighting to get them undone needing it off now. after the both of you get his shirt off, its your turn. you grip your shirt at the bottom and pull it up over your head.

he bites his lip, and his hands grips your boobs. his hands reach around your body as he undoes your bra, he kisses your neck as it gets thrown on the floor. he continues to kiss down your neck and he gets to your boobs. kissing and licking the nipples, taking breaks just to squeeze and admire them. "pretty?" you say softly, running your fingers through his hair. "perfect, theyre perfect." he says kissing down your stomach now, leaving him on his knees.

he kisses and bites your thighs, leaving subtle marks here and there. "scoot back will you sweet girl." he says pushing you back slightly, you do. "up please.." he says gripping the waist band of your underwear. he drools at the look of your needy, glistening pussy. returning to his knees, he grabs your ankles and perches your feet on the desk, leaving you exposed. "thats it. so pretty." he says running his index finger through your wetness, then rubbing your clit softly and slowly. you whimper softly, "hmm, needy?" he says licking a strip along your pussy, then going to suck your clit softly.

you moan and grip his hair as he licks you, you feel the motherfucker smile against your core. "god fuck, charlie.." you shutter under his mouth. he stands back up, kissing your neck. your hands roam down his biceps and then make their way to the prison of his tight black dress pants. your hands fight to undo his belt and get his boxers off. you eventually do with just a little help from him. your jaw drops at the size of him.

you watch in awe as his pretty tip leaks precum. you stoke his hard cock as you kiss his neck and chest. his head goes back as he moans, he then takes your hands off him and he guides his dick towards your core running it along your wetness. he watches it as he does, getting more and more aroused by you by the second. he rubs himself against your clit and the rest of your pussy, it feels so good. you need him so bad. you grip him as he continues. he admires your face so filled with pleasure. "fuck youre so beautiful." he says kissing you passionately.

this was wayyy more than a confession now.

"i need you." you say thrusting your hips towards his cock. you look up at him and plead with your pretty eyes. he laughs and moves away from your core, leaving you needy. "yeah? are you sure?" he says, cocking a eyebrow at your comment. "yes, please fuck me charlie." you scratch at his toned chest and abs. "thats not my name." he says gripping your jaw tightly, smushing your lips making them pout slightly.

"gnnhh, sorry daddy" you say, hoping the name was right. "thats my girl." he says slipping the tip in gently, letting you get adjusted to his size before pushing himself in inch by inch. your eyes watering due to the size and width of him. "oh shit daddy.." you say, nails digging into his shoulders, winching in pain and pleasure.

he pumps into you slowly before picking up the pace, you moan loudly. he watches as you fall apart, not thinking about anything other than you. you moan with every thrust of his hips, "its so good" you whine, pulling him to your chest holding him tightly. you bite his shoulder leaving indents. you kiss his neck passionately, leaving countless marks all over his chest and neck.

"youre taking me so well, such a good girl." he says, gripping your jaw making you look at him submissively. you smile and kiss him, whimpering. he continues to stretch your tight hole, his hand finds its way to your neck. he wraps his large hand around it and squeezes lightly cutting off your airflow for a few seconds before letting go and gently running his hand down your chest to play with your tits.

his hands grip and massage each breast one after the other, playing with the nipples of each. you moan, "you feel so good daddy." arching your back with the new sensation. "yeah? tell me again." he says grabbing your thighs, holding you up and fucking you at a new angle.

he was holding you up like you weighed nothing, your legs held together by his large arms and his hips thrusting. the sound of your skin clapping together consuming the large office. you planted your hands and mid back on the desk that was lowkey getting pushed with every thrust, something falling over. you didnt know what, but it didnt matter either.

"oh fuckfuckfuck" your legs tensed "you feel so fucking good daddy, im so close" he smiled, "no you're not, you can hold it for me. isnt that right, sweetheart?" he smirked, he was glistening sweat covered his skin. this mother fucker, you thought to yourself. tears welled up in your eyes and he chuckled at your weak gaze.

he continued to fuck you with no mercy, you let out a sinful whimper with each thrust. "your doing so good for me, such a good girl." he said sweetly, as if he wasn't rearranging your insides with his big thick cock. "oh shit daddy" the knot tightened with his words of praise, making your pussy clench around him. his eyes clenched and he let out a deep groan as you tightened.

"fuck baby, your so fu-" he stuttered, forgetting his words because of your pussy wrapped around him so sinfully. he couldnt think. all he did in this moment was focus on keeping you up from falling and fucking you even deeper, and better than before. he moved you back on the desk with ease, lifting your back off the table and holding you by your ass as he walked over to the wall.

he pinned you against it and started to thrust his hips into you again. "so fucking tight," he moans, satisfied with the new angle. you get unbelievably closer to the edge, this new angle hitting you JUST in the right spot. its heavenly. so fucking sinful. but it felt so right to be wrong.

you gripped his back, held him close, and he held you in place as he hot every spot. "are you close angel?" he moaned as he buried his head in your neck area, biting you sweetly. you nodded and gasped as he hit it with more force, his thrusts sloppy and even more sinful. "words." he said slowing down, you bit your lip and whimpered needing the sensation back.

"yes daddy, so fucking close." you slurred, he continued again, sloppily. "then cum, do it honey." he moaned, needing your warm juices on his cock. "can i? please? please daddy?" you say pleading, "do it slut, wanna see you cum on my cock." he said, thrusting harder, biting his lip. eyes going darker as he watched the look on your face as the tense knof started to break.

you just fell apart, cumming for what felt like 5 minutes. "so fucking pretty," he said, pulling out and forcing you to your knees, head against the door. he forced his pretty cock down your throat and proceeded to abuse your throat. he moaned loudly as he did, your eyes full of tears as you took him down your throat.

"your throat is so fucking good for me angel." he said as he grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail, you looked up eyes pouring the tears that were built up. "gonna fucking cum all over your pretty face, shit." he groaned as he admired your pretty face, picturing it already covered in his cum and spit.

"please cum on my face daddy." you choked out as he pulled his cock out of your mouth, he moaned. his red angry tip spewed the white liquid and threw his head back, stroking it quickly. "thats it," he said, recovering from his intense orgasm. you took your finger and wiped his cum off your face, taking it into your mouth. humming at the sweet and salty taste of him.

"so pretty, such a pretty girl with my cum all over her face." you smiled as he rubbed his cock over your face slowly, almost seeming pornographic. you took his cock in your hand and strokes him slowly, his abs flexing with after shocks from the previous orgasm.

how will Sundays ever be normal again? fuck, this is going to be torturous.

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮 𝓖𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓽

Request: „Lady Margot is sent to Giedi Prime to seduce Feyd Rautha, yet na-Baron doesn't give in to temptation, showing how much he loves his wife and how far his obsession with her truly goes.‟

A/N: Request from @hskskdk , the request itself was slightly rephrased by myself but the context remained the same. Nevertheless, I hope you will all like it and you'll enjoy reading it.

Please remember that english is not my native language and mistakes might happen.

Work contains smut , minors do not interact.

The Bene Gesserit was a female order constituting one of the most important pillars of the Empire. They were devious , cold and remarkably exalted. They struck fear as much as they did awe.

Yet in the eyes of young na-Baron, they were nothing more than witches manipulating the weak minds of even weaker men.

But that changed. She changed it.

She was one of them. She was just as manipulative, just as devious. Yet one look from her was enough to make Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen bend to her will.

She became his wife, his lover, his goddess. He was willing to kill for her, to cause suffering to those who were against her.

When lady Margot Fenring tried to break him the same way , make him hers , she failed. Because she wasn't her. She never could've been.

And with her failure came the raw rage of her sister.

-First you enter my house uninvited and then you have the audacity to try seduce my husband when my eyes are not focused on him- she said in a cold and harsh tone , looking at the older woman.

-I am not obliged to explain my actions to you Y/n - she replied, looking directly into the eyes of her younger sister -Because you know that the actions of our order have a greater purpose.

-And yet here you are - na-Baroness remarked.

-I'm here because you failed my dear sister - Lady Fenring said , her face still remained stoned and unmoved- In the place of the male heir there are three daughters. To have one child like that is a mistake but to have three is an insult.

Feyd Rautha's wife looked at her with composure , but her blood was boiling like wildfire , ready to burn everything in its path.

-Bene Gesserit needed me to give birth to a son. But my husband wanted daughters - Y/n proclaimed , walking slowly towards the blonde-haired woman - I gave them to him and I plan to give him as many daughters as he wants because it is my husband who has control over me. Only him.

-Even if this is what you allow yourself to believe , don't you think that eventually the need for a male offspring will occur? - she asked her - Feyd Rautha is still a man , a man who is the heir of the Harkonnen House. His love for you will fade away.

-His love for me is dangerous - Y/n declared - But it is not dangerous for me. It is dangerous for others - she whispered , standing in front of her sister - He is ready to kill for me , he is ready to destroy everything my heart desire - she confessed, looking into her blue eyes - He has already done it…and he will do it again, all it takes is a mere word from my lips. His love will not fade away…it will only grow.

-Are you threatening me? - asked Lady Fenring , looking closely into the eyes of the na-Baroness.

-I warning you - she answered, measuring her with a disdainful look - I suggest you go to your chambers dear sister. Do not continue to tempt the creatures in the shadows who are watching you.

Her words were not commanding, but their hidden meaning made the woman walk away, leaving Y/n Harkonnen with her husband, who had been watching her in the darkness since the beginning of the conversation, following her like a hunter follows his prey.

-Do you wish me to kill her , my darling? - he asked , approaching her slowly , watching her intensely.

-You cannot - she replied , closing her eyes when his large palms rested on her body.

-She disrespected you , she insulted your children and tried to seduce your husband - he whispered , kissing her neck -You have every right to kill her. I will do it for you , just say the word my beloved- he said , capturing her face so she would leveled gazes with him.

She looked at the male for a long time , having a silent discussion with him, but no matter how much she tried to deny it ,her decision was made long ago , even before her husband had spoken.

-I want the life to escape from her eyes - she demanded - But I want her to wait, I want her mind to be filled with nothing but the awareness that she won't live to see the next morning - she said, sliding her hand along na-Baron's torso - And I want her to hear exactly how great your love for me is and what she can never have - she whispered sensually into his mouth - I want you to make love to me - she announced quietly, kissing his pale, full lips.

Feyd pulled her into his arms. His possessive grip left marks on her that she never wanted to get rid of.

He took her to their chambers. His hungry mouth could not refrain from tasting her soft flesh , marking it with blue marks. The woman in response tilted her head , exposing her neck , so that his teeth and tongue could have fuller access to her. He attacked the exposed patch of her skin almost immediately, relishing in the taste of his beloved , trapped in his embrace.

His wife allowed herself to close her eyes , giving herself over to the arms of pleasure. His kisses made everything inside her cease to exist , only raw hunger remained.

When the man moved away from her body , and her back met the cool satin sheets , her gaze rested on him , and her brow furrowed.

She wanted him close , she needed him close.

Grabbing his neck with her hand, she pulled him towards her , bringing their lips together again. Their tongues moved in a passionate dance , as their teeth rubbed against each other , and saliva lazily ran down their jaws.

His hands destroyed the clothes between them , as his teeth marked each new piece of her skin with his teeth . Her legs wrapped around his waist , feeling his thick, veiny shaft rubbing against her wet and trembling womanhood , and as he entered her , assaulting her insides , she drove her long nails into him ,scratching them across his pale back , leaving an angry red trail behind.

Feyd bit down hard on her neck , savoring her sweet blood. In response , she grabbed his hand, bringing it closer to her throat , needing to feel more of the pain which mixed so deliciously with pleasure. And the man immediately knew what the woman wanted from him.

He squeezed the skin of her neck , restraining the access of air to her lungs , smiling sinisterly as he felt her body tighten , and her climax approaching drastically fast. Her eyes rolled back , and the image before her became blurry as her body was flooded with rough pleasure , that only her husband could give. Moaning loudly ,she felt his hot cum fill her , running lazily down her thighs , staining them black.

Na-Baron kissed the red , soft lips of his lover , tasting her with extraordinary tenderness as well as possessiveness.

-My knives are yours. My life is yours. My love is yours. My blood, my body, my riches, all these belong to you - he vowed to her ear , kissing its lobe - You have bewitched my body and soul and there is no one who can take me away from you.

The woman smiled gently , stroking his jaw with her fingertips.

-I believe you my husband - she stated , looking deeply into his blue eyes.

-Rest now my wife- he muttered at the hollow of her neck where he placed a single kiss - Rest because when you wake up I will make sure that you leave the chambers with another daughter under your heart.

She obediently followed his command , allowing sleep to envelop her exhausted body. And when she finally awoke , she was met with the sight of her husband.

He was covered in blood , kneeling in front of her lying figure , holding in his hands the head of Lady Margot Fenring.

[passionmotionz]

AUSTIN BUTLER-MY CALI SUN

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AustinY/nUpdates Throwback to Austin with his and y/n’s duaghter on the set of elvis 2 years ago.

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Pielice Armani was and is still so cute!

alifront Baby girl really trusts her dad!

Yerlicx Austin was really giving DADDY here.

Sxtmane Guys!They’re having another one!

Gratergood He put another one in her 😭

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Austinbutler We wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret for a bit longer this time around so we could enjoy it more but sometimes life doesn’t go as planned baby butler No.2.

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Crawskalt I’m happy we know but it’s sad they had to reveal it when they weren’t ready to 😭.

Ashtxy Armani in her big sis era!

ashleytisdale Congratulations you two!

yourusernam💕❤️ we love you

butlersalt Thank you guys for blessing this world with cuties

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Yourusername Babymoon.2023<3

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Butlerbutter Aw Austin and Armani <3

zendaya Glowing mama

CoweR Austin is healing my daddy issues with armani

Diddas Literally a goddess

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Austinbutler No matter what happens you’ll always be my firstborn

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Pigletsgi Guys its Gigi!!!

Winezvhesse Armani winsss

Yourusername She love to the end of universe papa💕

Joyxney I aspire to have as much hair as armani

Rugratz Oh to be Austin and Y/n child 😭

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AustinY/nUpdates Austin seen in a rush somewhere could baby number.2 be making an entrance?

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Whippedval BABY NO.2!!!!

Dempmindz We just have to wait and see 😍

Asluther Armani is officially a big sis 😭

Papissure Giving DADDY

Brittnaybritt Wishing them both good health :)

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

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My favorite parents

[naughty-goblins]

Viper Sexy Nudes

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Notes: 18+ Sex & miscarriage mentioned

All the love and praise to my favorite blonde babe of an editor @ab4eva who holds my hand through it all and @precious-little-scoundrel for her screams of support!

 Elvis Presley Quietly Marries At Home

The man with the famous pelvis is now a married man! Colonel Parker confirmed that Elvis married Paramount actress Leona Grace at his home in Memphis on the nineteenth of March. The wedding comes on the heels of rumors that the new Mr. and Mrs. Presley are due for a visit from the stork. The Colonel’s response? “Those are questions for a different day”. The hush hush, spur of the moment wedding did not follow an engagement announcement and no pictures of the happy couple seem to exist beyond set outtake photos. The event reportedly took place in the evening with just family and close friends in attendance totaling about 50 people. A red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting was served for dessert and sources say that Elvis's own music was played late into the night as friends danced in the backyard of Presley's Graceland mansion. 

Leona had once heard Joe remark that Graceland was full of ghosts. He had chuckled with a cigar hanging out of his mouth when he had said it, but Leona had believed him. Once in a while she'd get an eerie feeling at night when all the lights were out and the various friends and relatives who occupied the mansion were tucked away in bed. Clad in a white slip with her feet bare, she crept down to the kitchen for a glass of water and a little peace. The master bedroom was dark and cold, Elvis asleep under the black silk sheets. It had been a whirlwind few months and she was only ever able to reflect back on it all when she was alone, which was a rarity since becoming Mrs. Presley. She was still unsure as to where everything was in the kitchen, but glasses and silverware she was sure of. Leona thought she heard creeping footsteps behind her, and kept peering over her shoulder as the sink water ran. She settled on to one of the stools, her petite legs swinging as she sipped her water and tapped her freshly manicured nails on the table. She and Patsy had ventured out to the beauty salon earlier in the day, Elvis's cousin was a sweetheart but her non-stop chattering about the room down the hall that needed decorating seemed to be the only topic of conversation. 

Leona’s biggest worries used to be whether she was getting cast in the newest buzzed about picture. Now the big concern was whether to have yellow bunny wallpaper or a toile print with puppies. She was still getting used to the weight of the 6 carat diamond on her hand, soon enough there would be a tiny little hand gripping hers. She let out a sigh she didn't know she had been holding in. Escaping Florida and the kitchy circus-like routine at Mac’s Mermaid Cove in the Florida Keys, Leona had been sending money back home to her mother and Grandma Alice in Orlando and scheming to win her breakout role. She had wanted to be a leading lady, but could never quite make the mark. She had once heard a director refer to her as “Florida trash”. She wasn't one to give up easily though. That persistence and all of the nagging and pleading to the higher ups at Paramount, helped her land a cushy supporting role in one of the newest Elvis Presley films. Paramount had agreed to lend her out for a price, now sitting in the kitchen of Graceland she did feel a bit smug knowing she wouldn't have to pay that price anymore in life. 

The role wasn't Oscar worthy, but she felt like a winner the second Elvis had drawled hello to her and gently held her hand. There were flowers and gifts, despite the fact that the blonde leading actress also seemed to be receiving similar gifts from him? He had taken her out for milkshakes on a Friday night after being out with their co-star the night prior. With his buddies mingling about, the owner in awe and basically allowing Elvis to turn the burger joint into his personal hangout, the two had kissed and whispered in the backseat of his car. A little warm up for what was to come. Two days later he took her on the floor of his trailer and filled her full, twice. 

What followed were nights of passion, a few tipsy heart to heart confessions where he talked of the loneliness since losing his mother and Leona told him of the loneliness she had been born feeling. She ignored the fact that he seemed to be wooing their co-star, or even the fans who traipsed into his trailer and left with dresses half buttoned or even on backwards. She liked what they had, she was allowed a moment of fun in life. Soon enough, things would wrap when the movie ended and this would be a story for her one day memoir. Her dalliance with the king. 

Except - things took a different turn. Three days before shooting wrapped for good, blame all that rain for dragging out production, Leona had collapsed from what everyone thought was “heat exhaustion”. Only she knew, it was a combination of heat exhaustion and a missed period. The studio doctor quietly confirmed with a serious tone that Leona was indeed pregnant. Rather than take the options the studio was pushing, Leona knew that men had the power. And Elvis? Well he had more power than even the president, it seemed. With shaking hands and a face powdered full of blush to hide her pale face, she waved down his car filled with friends. He jumped out and leaned against the driver's side door, flicking a toothpick between his lips as she told him he was to be a father. He took the news shockingly better than most. My baby? He had smirked. He wasn't questioning paternity, more like confirming the news to himself out loud. His smile was big and she had a feeling his eyes were gleaming under those sunglasses. He nodded and placed his giant hands on her shoulders. “Everything is gonna be alright honey, we'll make things right and do the right thing,” he had assured her, topping it off with a tender kiss to her forehead. He wagged a finger and ordered her back to her trailer to rest, he'd be by soon. Then he slid back into the car and she heard him chuckling and announcing something to his pals who in turn all whooped and hollered as the car left the lot. 

The water was cool and just what she needed to refresh her dry throat. She hadn't had much of an appetite at dinner despite proddings from Dodger. Everyone had told her she'd feel better as the days passed, she was officially 12 weeks and 2 days pregnant. She was crossing her fingers the better days were now upon her. She had been sick as a dog the day of the wedding. All hastily arranged and shrouded in secrecy as it was. She had settled for a dress the studio had gifted her, it still needed to be let out at the last second courtesy of one of Jerry's flings who was a costume designer. Once she had finished her drink, she placed the glass in the sink and crept back up the stairs. Down below, she heard muffled voices and a flirty female laugh. Probably Charlie and some blonde. They all tended to be blonde, the women who fluttered to the Mafia boys. The next best prize considering the King himself was taken. Leona wondered if he truly was though? They were virtual strangers when they married, but the deeply religious and old fashioned side of Elvis wouldn't take no for an answer. They had to marry, plain and simple.

 She cursed herself for not wearing socks, her toes were freezing. They were painted a shade of red that seemed to make Elvis's tongue wag. On their wedding night, the passion he had shown her in his set trailer and in the backseats of cars still seemed to be there. Albeit, he was softer and a bit more gentle given her delicate state. They hadn't been apart for more than a few hours since they said I do. She could say fairly confidently that there weren't other women in his life. He was due to shoot another film in a few months time, Leona was curious if that would still be the case when they were apart. She slowly took each step that led her closer and closer back to the bedroom where he slept with a shy little boy like smile on his face. She was fond of him, sure, and definitely attracted. Maybe love would bloom with time, like her growing body she mused. The door creaked open, the dim light from the hallway flooded the room and Elvis stirred. “Doll? You ok?” His drawl even more pronounced and gruff sounding. “I was just getting a drink, I didn't mean to wake you,” she hushed him. She closed the door, closing the world off and away from Mr. and Mrs. Presley. It was so rare they were truly alone, she realized. He was sitting up, his hair a bit of a mess. He ran a hand through it and then patted the bed beside him, “C’mere pretty baby, come talk to me till my eyes close”. She scurried back into bed and her feet brushed against his. He threw his head back and chuckled in that way that made her heart flutter. “Someone's got cold feet!” he crooned in her ear. Then he was pulling her into his arms and under the covers. Her feet continued to dance with his as she laid on her side, his lips teasing behind her ear. She let out a satisfied hum and burrowed deeper into his embrace. 

The dark, silent bedroom gave them more than just privacy. It was easier to joke, open up, and try and make some sense of this situation they found themselves in. He was pressing soft, open mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulders. His hands came to rest on her tits which she was sure had already gone up a cup size or two. He had seemed to notice as well. Her white cotton nightgown would probably be on the floor soon, but she wanted to talk some until that happened. She wasn't sure what to say, she really just wanted to hear him. Steady, calming, reassuring words. He had a knack for making troubles fade away. His raspy voice piped up as he rested his head against her. “Been thinkin’ bout doing a little recording again….not for the public though…wanna sing a couple songs for my baby, you can play em while I'm gone and stop em from fussing”. She felt that cheeky grin of his against her skin. “Oh? What are ya thinking? Adding a little rock n roll to Rock-A-Bye Baby?” Her laughter was met with a rash of kisses to anywhere he could reach. Then slowly, his hands left her breasts and trailed down to her lower belly where things were just beginning to form.  “You're doin a real good job darlin’,” she could hear the tell-tale sign of sleep in his voice as his thumbs continued to rub small circles on her womb. She wasn't sure what exactly she was doing a great job at. Being a failed former actress, pregnant and married off in a flash, now resigned to a life that while glitzy and glamorous could also be fairly isolating? Was Elvis himself even aware of the sort of life he lived and how vastly different it was from most people? The thoughts tumbled into her head reminding her of the way she watched the seaweed tumble in the ocean water as a child. She'd pick Memphis and the Presley's over Florida and her own family any day, that's for sure. 

She wasn't even sure of when exactly she fell asleep or for how long. That is, until she was awakened in a sweaty instant, she felt like her insides were being rung out like an old rag. She was hot and cold all at once, and her thighs felt soaked? She practically threw herself out of bed, that's when it all began to register. The squeezing, tugging feeling in her stomach seemed to be in sync with the sharp, stabbing in her lower back. Her hands went to her thighs, Had she? No. It was blood. The blood from her thighs stained her hands, it dripped down her feet, and when she spun around on uneasy, shaking legs she noticed it was all over the sheets as well. It was too much blood. Gasping and wailing, she leaned over the edge of the bed as the room began to spin. With all she had left in her, she shoved and begged for him until he shot up. “What's a matter?!” He barked in confusion. “Get me a doctor..get someone…help..” her breathing was coming in spurts as she felt a tingling sweep from her shoulders to her toes as she continued to grip the sheets, hoping this wasn't what she thought it was. She didn't hear his response, she couldn't. Everything went black. 

She drifted in and out of consciousness for what felt like days on end. She heard the sounds of the doctor's voice, smooth and sympathetic. Della and Patsy talking softly to her. Dodger pressing a hand to her forehead. Sometimes she'd blink open an eye and catch Vernon in the chair in the very corner of the room. He was always there though. Elvis with his mouth close to her ear, murmuring, praying. His big hands squeezed around hers when he wasn't brushing her chocolate curls out of her face. Slowly, she came to the realization of what had happened. There wasn't going to be a baby Presley arriving in the Fall any longer. 

The weeks that followed cemented a hysterical bond of sorts between Leona and Elvis. Every morning, when Mary brought Leona's breakfast up on a silver tray, Elvis would sit with her and make sure she drank her orange juice and take the horse pill looking vitamins the doc had recommended after all that blood loss. She had felt weak, physically and emotionally. With her father having run off when she was a child, and being raised by the overbearing tyrant duo that was her mother and grandmother, Leona had always hoped that her dreams of stardom would also blend well with a white picket fence. Dreams of coming home from movie sets to a shelf lined with little gold statues covered in sticky fingers, T-ball games, and a dog romping with a passel of kids in the sprinkler, an adoring husband by her side. Her hopes and dreams had perished alongside her baby. Elvis had leaped into his faith, reading to her, singing, telling her hope wasn't lost. She wasn't so sure though. They had married because of a baby, did she still have a marriage if she didn't have a baby?

Six weeks and one day after that horrible night, Leona had finally broached the subject. Was he going to cut her loose and they could annul the marriage? After all, they barely knew each other. Plus, Leona wanted her career, she couldn't rest without knowing if she was actually capable of cutting it as an actress. Elvis was aghast and furious. She watched his lips curl up and his face contort in anger in the same way it did when he fought with his father. “My wife ain't leaving my house,” he had snarled in her ear. Was he…hard? He was. This man was getting a hard on from ordering her around and telling her there wasn't going to be a divorce. And there definitely wasn't going to be a career for her like the one she had been used to. She raised her voice and spurred him on. He was hard for her and seemed to want to fight for her? Was Leona twisted for feeling a fluttering in her heart? She backed him into a corner and rambled on about the high possibility of him going on to screw other women in dark corners on movie sets or backstage. Was he really wanting to hang on to this marriage when there were so many pretty blondes desperate to taste him? His nostrils flared and she jammed a finger at him, conveniently landing it just above his cock. His eyes were dark with anger and lust. She gripped his shirt, wrinkling it, and finally pulled him to her mouth for a searing hot kiss. She saw no other way to end this dance at the moment. On the floor of their bedroom, he took with passion, panting into her ear and repeating, “You're my wife for my whole life, ya ain't going nowhere”. Bite marks littered her neck. He was inside her for the first time since it had happened. It made her emotional in more ways than one as he cradled her face and thrust into her desperately. Her orgasm ripped through her violently in perfect sync to his, he didn't withdraw. “This is your job now, being my wife and pleasin’ me,” his voice was smug and cocky as he tenderly tucked her into bed and pressed a soft lingering kiss to her cheek.

Since the dalliance on their bedroom floor, Leona had made it her mission to amp up the drama and theatrics. She had had some bit parts in a couple comedies, and was striving for a perfect sort of dark humor to get under Elvis's skin, convince him that she need be kept busy and not in a princess in a tower situation. Except - it was having the opposite effect it seemed. He found her antics amusing? She had started off strong, first making a trip downtown to Harris department store. She has bought a robins egg blue negligee, sent a sales employee scouring the back stockroom for the perfect pair of white kitten heel slippers with a little feather poof, and a white sheer scarf to tie up her hair. The cherry on top? A pair of cherry red, heart eyed sunglasses that she had once worn as an extra on set. Elvis was due for a lunch meeting with that vile reptile they all called Colonel Parker.  Elvis had pressed a kiss to her shoulder as she sat at her dressing table powdering her face. She was clad in just her panties and bra, he had yet to see her little ensemble. She felt goosebumps form as he slid the strap of her bra to the side and pressed a kiss to the bare skin that had been covered. 

“See ya in a bit, baby doll, gotta meet with the Colonel about some stuff,” his lips lingered on her skin while he eyed her in the mirror. Leona couldn't suppress the sour look that appeared on her face.

“What sort of stuff?” she questioned cooly. 

“Some movie stuff, ain't nothing for you to worry that pretty head about,” his tone was casual yet dismissive. Those were fighting words for Leona, who stomped her foot like a child and demanded to know just exactly why he was allowed to make movies while she had been regulated to pick flowers in the garden with the dogs, lounge in the pool, and shop herself silly with Patsy. She felt like a bird in a cage, albeit a gold-plated diamond-studded cage. 

“Oh, ya want me to start calling you my pretty little baby bird?” he teased, those long fingers, perfect for reaching all the right spots, were tickling at her ribs. Leona yanked away from his grasp and pouted. “Baby, you're a wife now, my wife, I'm gonna take care of things. No need for you to stress yourself and slave away to send money back home to your momma and granny, I had my daddy send a check two days ago,” Elvis explained, sliding on a pair of sunglasses that made him look utterly delectable as he shifted his weight from one leg to another in the doorway, seemingly unable to keep still. 

Too frustrated to formulate a response that would accurately convey her angst, she took a beat before swerving herself around to face him. With a grin that could only be perfected after years after trying to charm sweaty, fat producers in suits, Leona turned to her husband. Her voice was dripping with a faux sugary sweet tone, “I'll be here waiting for you to get back, baby”. She knew that's exactly what he wanted to hear. Elvis blew her a kiss before he disappeared down the stairs. She heard him below in the kitchen, chatting with Mary, probably grabbing a sweet treat. His pals downstairs playing pool, she knew that'd be his next stop. Rounding them all, lest he ever go anywhere alone. It was the perfect time for Leona to change into her newest purchase and head outside, to the driveway. She examined herself in the mirror, she knew if the sunlight hit just the right way that everyone would be getting a nice view of Mrs. Presley’s chest courtesy of her basically sheer nightie. Her fingers combed through her chocolate curls and then she added an extra coat of lipstick, spritzing herself with some of that perfume Elvis had brought back after a trip away with the guys. With the sunglasses hiding her green eyes, it was now or never. She scurried down the stairs as fast as her kitten heels would carry her, the front door was in her sights and Elvis's booming laughter could be heard on the floor below her. 

Suddenly a voice called her name, “Miss Leona where on earth are you headed in that get up? Looks like you belong up there in that bedroom the way you dressed!” Mary, Elvis's long-time housekeeper, was a peach with a spitfire sense of humor. She had been warm and motherly since the minute Leona had walked through the front door. A single finger came to rest on Leona's lips and she pointed to the floor, Mary caught on it seemed. She flung a dish towel over her shoulder and rolled her eyes good naturedly, “Don't you worry, I certainly won't be running and gabbing to Mr. Elvis tellin’ him his wife is half naked in the yard where folks and fancy photographer men might see…girl…you best do whatever it is you planning and fast”. Almost giddy with anticipation and curious to see just exactly how this scheme would land with her husband, Leona’s heels clicked on the driveway. She paused and did her best to look down towards the gates, shockingly, there was no one there. She wasn't sure if she was glad about that or not. Elvis's Cadillac was parked just a little past the front steps. If she was laying in the driveway, Joe wouldn't dare move an inch. Hell, they'd all be too busy averting their eyes and making small talk amongst themselves about what nice weather Memphis was having recently. What was her end game exactly? Leona wasn't completely sure. She just wanted Elvis to see her and hear her, truly. Her grandmother had told her growing up that marriage was a compromise, but if all else fails defer to your husband. When Leona had called home to tell her mother and grandmother she was marrying the Elvis Presley, her grandmother had said in not so many words to forget compromise and keep Elvis happy at all costs. Why should she stifle herself down for him though? Ok, maybe she didn't need to go back to Hollywood full-time. But she needed something, anything, to keep herself busy and fulfilled. If she had to spend the next fifty years praising him and his work, picking out curtains, and entertaining the Memphis Mafia and their various girls of the week she'd absolutely need a sanatorium. 

The black asphalt was warm on the backs of her legs as Leona lay like she was making a snow angel. She heard the door open, the rowdy laughter and loud conversation that signaled the arrival of Elvis and co. Then someone spoke up, Leona was a bit too far back to place exactly who, but she thought it might be Charlie. “Uh, EP, that your wife laying down there in front of the car?” his voice sounded nervous. Suddenly the only thing Leona could hear was the sound of the birds and heavy footsteps approaching. It was as if the sun had snuck behind the clouds, everything felt dark as Elvis's shadow engulfed her. She pulled her sunglasses down and batted her eyelashes up at him. “Headin’ out honey?” She purred, she could feel her nipples hard and a hazy sheen of sweat covered her basically naked body. “Was plannin on it…seems to be a little detour though” Elvis crowed. “What are you up to little girl?” He leaned down closer to her face. “Well wouldn't you like to know..” Leona laughed, picking at her cuticles as if this whole scenario playing out was perfectly logical and normal. She watched him shake his head still, still sporting that grin, and motion for the guys to wait in the backyard. Her eyes darted to the side when she realized Elvis was laying down on the pavement beside her, his arms stretched back cradling his head. “I've got time…tell me baby”. He had his sunglasses on and a big toothy smile. Leona didn't expect him to use this tactic.

She crossed her arms over her chest, blocking his view of her hard nipples. He snorted when she did that. Her bottom lip jetted out into a pout. “If I'm here - and I'm certainly not going anywhere, you made that perfectly clear - then you should be too. No movies for me means no movies for you.” She lifted her shades to look at him and see if she could gauge his reaction behind his own sunglasses. His lip twitched and then he nodded slowly. “I'm so utterly bored, if you try and leave you'll just have to run me down, I've got nothing to do. I can afford to lay here practically naked for all your buddies and fans to see if that's what you'd like…honey.” She turned on the charm for the last part. Cooing and dropping her voice into a sweet little starlet tone. “Well ain't you slick”. Suddenly he was sitting up and sliding the sunglasses off. He towered over her from above. “Listen - I know you and half the folks in the house would just love it if I ripped up old Colonel’s contracts but I ain't doing that…I can't. So if you wanna lay on the ground and be a little whiny baby wife, have at it. I might have to punish ya for it though,” his voice was raspy when he spoke that last sentence and it made Leona’s stomach flip flop in the best way. “Or….you can march that pretty little behind back to our bed and wait for me to get home. If you're a good girl maybe I'll bring ya something shiny huh?” He was rising to his feet and held a hand out to her. Leona gripped her fingers into her hair frustrated before cutting her eyes up at him. “Fine..” she scoffed, taking his hand and marching back up the driveway, into the house, and past the family in the living room. Elvis trailed behind her like he was making she she'd do just that. When she reached the bottom of the staircase she yelped when he suddenly slapped her ass. Her plan foiled, she was now back to reality and keenly aware she was half naked in the foyer. She ran up the stairs, she didn't have to look behind her to know he was ogling her barely dressed body. When she reached the top of the stairs she did something that made him chuckle loudly enough that his father asked him what was so funny. Leona turned and winked at him before disappearing to their bedroom. 

Just as her husband had suggested, Leona took to their bed. Mary had come up and changed the sheets and the evidence of how Elvis had licked her until she gushed last night was no longer present. Laying on her back like the starfish she remembered collecting as a child, she felt a tad foolish. She hadn't accomplished what she had hoped for and now she was destined to sit and wait for Elvis's return. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she flicked them away with her finger tips lest she ruin her makeup. Now what? She thought to herself. A melancholy mood washed over her and when Mary came knocking announcing dinner, Leona sent her away claiming she wasn't hungry. She heard the older woman return and leave a tray outside the door but Leona couldn't muster up the energy to rise and feign eating. She caught her reflection in the mirror above the bed, tussling her hair with her fingers and throwing it back. She allowed her thoughts to wander and imagine what life would be like had she not fallen into this marriage. She'd probably be hustling all over via orders from the studio, fittings here, screen tests there. She didn't miss that part. Being on set, delivering perfectly executed monologues in one take, becoming someone entirely different? That's what Leona missed. Proving herself, making a name on her own, those were all things that had once lit a fire under her. All of that jazz about making lemons into lemonade would suggest that Leona try and do some of that here in her married life. Should she be like some of the other wealthy kept women in Memphis and join the garden club? Something told Leona that despite whatever money Elvis threw their way, she wouldn't exactly be welcome. Curling onto her side, Leona came to the realization that if she wanted to act she'd have to consider Graceland her only sound stage. Was there room for two hot shots in this house? Elvis's words from earlier rung in her ears. He had called her a whiny baby wife. Him and his good natured teasing. Maybe that was it though, that could be her new role. She could embrace her new title as leading lady of Graceland and be this whiny baby wife character.....

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[tommydarlings]

'till death do us apart | a.b

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austinbutler gave you my hand, my heart and finally my last name ❤️ I love you 'till death do us apart y/n butler, that’s what I’ll promised you in church and what I’ll promise you now. ❤️❤️

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y/n_butler ❤️❤️❤️

carterjenkins congrats man! 🎉

austinbutler thanks cj!

ashleytisdale BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!! thank you for letting me be a part of that wonderful day!! 🥹

bazzzzyluuuuhrman344 I AM OBSESSED WITH THESE PICTURES OH MY GOD-

lizzycazzy The things I would have done so I could have been at their wedding 😭

bradypeoq @lizzycazzy SAME 😭😭

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ashleytisdale I can’t tell you in words how thankful I am to know you and be able to call you my best friend! 💕 wish you and austin the best, you two truly deserve it! 🥹💖

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y/n_butler You’re gonna make me cry ash!! 😭 thank you so much for standing by my side during that special day 🥹💛 love you to bits 🫶🤍🤍

austinbutler love the picture 🤍

sassylydia00 ASHLEY AND Y/N's FRIENDSHIP IS SO SWEET 😭🫶

ashleytisdalefan19 @sassylydia00 FR, BEST FRIENDSHIP IN HOLLYWOOD!! 😭😭💖💖

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y/n_butler finally able to change my last name on here! 🤭😆 so thankful for all these girls staying by my side during this utterly beautiful day! 🥹🤎 you were the best!!!

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ashleytisdale 💕🥹🫶 butler suits you better honey!! 🤭

zendaya thank you so much for inviting me and Tom and ashley is right!, butler definitely does suit you better! 😆🤍🤍

sydney_sweeney still in total awe with your dress, Mrs. Butler!! 😭🫶 (as you can see in the third picture…) 😅🤭

tomholland2013 hopefully you and austin will be invited to z's and mine wedding soon!! 😌

zendaya @tomholland2013 did you just ask me to marry you over the comment section of y/n_butler's beautiful Instagram post about her wedding?

y/n_butler I hope he didn’t…

austinbutler @y/n_butler me too, to be honest, Listen @tomholland2013 don’t do that man…

Dallaskoosa WILL THERE BE A ZENDAYA HOLLAND SOON?!?!?!

tinalovvi IMAGINE TOM AND ZENDAYA MARYING AND AUSTIN AND Y/N BUTLER GET INVITED AND WE GET FEED WITH HOLLAND AND BUTLER WEDDING CONTENT!!! 😭🥹😭

harryholland not my brother being in his spoiling era again 🤦🏻‍♂️

lifeisaloha my mate is not only spoiling movies, I see… 🤨🙄

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bazluhrmann what an experience to see my boy getting married to the love of his life! 🥹🥹 never seen you happier, aus!! 💙 you two deserve all the love you get 🤍🤍🤍

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austinbutler love you, baz 💙🤍

y/n_butler best dancer on the dancefloor 😆🤎

austinbutler @y/n_butler excuse me? I thought that I was the best dancer, sweetheart???

y/n_butler don’t take it personal Mr.Butler…

austinbutler But I actually do Mrs. Butler…

bazluhrmann Shushh, lovebirds. We don’t want y/n to have to take her old last name back, right austin?

austinbutler never, I’m never gonna let her go and let her change her last name, not in a million years.

jellyfish556 AWWWWW 😭😭

sarahmiller SCREAMING-

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butler!news Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s official! We got a new Butler in the house!! Big congrats to Austin and Y/n Butler to finally throwing the wedding of a lifetime and sharing some of their most beautiful and special moments with us!! 🤩 pshh 🤫 you can find more pictures and videos of their wild and lovely wedding if you click on the first link on our profile! 😆😆 and for now, please enjoy how Austin butler is looking with a wide and stunning smile at his gorgeous new wife y/n butler! 😍🥰

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elvisfan4ever LOVE HOW HE'S SMILING AT HER 😭😭🫶🫶

y/nbutlerfan44 you see how happy he is, I think I’ve never seen him smiling that widely :‚)

hannah-spenn prettiest Hollywood couple imo 🤭🥰

austin_elvis1999 If they should get a child one day, then it'll be the most beautiful kid in the entire world, that’s for sure

elvisfan4ever @austin_elvis1999 Imagine being able to say that you're parents are y/n and austin butler 😭🥹

y/nbutlerfan44 @elvisfan4ever OMG, RIGHT-

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[jodiespolaroids]

The Bikeriders stars Austin Butler, Jodie Comer, Norman Reedus, and director Jeff Nichols spent the day at USO Fort Irwin to celebrate and honor service members.

[thenatallie]

Feyd's wife has a nightmare, what would Feyd do?

It had been a while since she had those intense nightmares.

A night ago, Feyd's deep sleep was interruped by his wife's loud screams, so he, not yet fully awake, grabbed his knife. He was alarmed because his first thought was that they had an intruder. Seeing no one, Feyd quickly drooped the knife and turned to his wife. She was pale and drenched in her own sweat. He embraced her and she cried, holding tight for him and trembling. Then he dried her tears by putting gentle kisses all over her cheeks, whispering: "I know my love, I know... It will be alright, I'm here."

Quickly, she felt completely safe. They held tight to each other, feeling bare skin of each other. They gently kissed and, embraced, fell in a so much wanted, pleasent sleep.

[sadpeopledancing]

belgium is in the house!

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Austin Butler & Priscilla Presley

[onlyangelicc]

wake up ~ Miguel O'hara

after a hard day at work all miguel can think about (like many others) is sleeping in their own comfy bed. unfortunately there are times where you cant fall right asleep or stay asleep, and this was one of those nights.

miguel is falling in and out of sleep, tossing and turning throughout the few hours its been since he's been home. he's stuck here seeing the white flashes that illuminate the room every few minutes and hearing the loud booms and cracks that are ricocheting off of the quiet and compact, rainy, and windy environment outside.

oh and you're there, sleeping peacefully in the little pink baby doll dress that earned you a new nickname from him.. babydoll. ofc.

miguel cant help but adore you, your curves sink into the mattress so perfectly looking like a perfect puzzle piece. he glances down at your butt that is slightly peaking out from under your short night gown, revealing the seamless black undies that let the perfect amount of booty peak out to leave him drooling. wanting and needing to kiss and bite and massage it to wake you up.

thats it, he cant help it, miguel scoots over to be perfectly behind you. he slips his arm though the space between your neck and the soft pillow beneath your head and rests his arm under your head, his hand at your upper stomach; inches from your breasts that he so eagerly wanted to touch.

miguel began to rub up and down your sides, letting his hand slip up your dress to rub your tummy. you began to stir in your sleep slightly, hearing and feeling miguel eagerly rub against your butt at a slow pace groaning with every little amount of friction created. you smiled, amused at his need for you this late in the night.

miguel then slipped his hand into your undies, and rubbed your clit softly hoping to wake you, little did he know you were. miguel huffed, disappointed with the outcome. he couldn't wait.

miguel slipped your panties to the side and rubbed his finger against your pussy lips, feeling the wetness, he slipped his finger across you to collect as much of your slick as he could. he then brought his finger to his mouth and sucked off your sweet taste. miguel practically growled at the taste, his eyes going dark.

miguel frantically took his cock out and slipped the tip into you, letting you adjust. you whined softly, "shh baby, its okay, just lay there let daddy use you just for a little.." he said as he wrapped his large arm around your neck and squeezed lightly. "oh daddy," you said softly as he slipped it in deeper.

"thats it doll, let daddy in, let me make us feel good." miguel continued to force in his big thick length in one inch at a time letting you adjust to him. once he was finally in he proceeded to thrust into you, making you moan. "oh fuck miguel, yes" you moaned as you grabbed the large arm that is wrapped around your neck.

at this angle it felt heavenly, you were reminded of your size difference as he felt so big, and you felt it so deep inside of you. "yeah, does that feel good?" he wrapped his arm around your neck tighter and grabbed your hip forcing you to stay in place as he quickened his pace.

you bit your lip and let out a whine, "ill take that as a yes." he said as he began to kiss your neck, annddd his dick hitting that spot at just the right angle you felt the knot tightening in your stomach. you grabbed onto the arm wrapped around your neck and anything else you could in order to express your pleasure in any way other than digging your nails into his arm, whining, and moaning his name.

although he thought your noises were so cute, and he adored how pretty they sounded as they rolled out of your mouth like honey; you tend to get embarrassed over being so loud. "you sound so pretty babydoll, dont be shy." he whispered into your ear nearly driving you insane, he stuck his head into the crook of your neck and just rested it there.

he loved your smell, the scent of your signature perfume could drive him insane, and the way it lingered on your skin made his dick twitch with a need to cum. he fucked you harder now making wet, nasty (in the good way) , squelching sounds from your wetness.

you gasped, and your body tensed up, you began to hit miguel. you couldnt control it, it just felt too good. of course this mf giggled at you, "aw baby, you okay?" he said breathily after a loud groan. "oh shitt its so good miguel, i cant help it." you whined. "are you close?" he asked, and grabbed your thighs from the front in order to get impossibly deeper.

"mhm. yes sir." you said biting his arm, ofc he pulled out and just fucked your thighs in order to get his pleasure. "im gonna fucking kill you." you said with anger, your poor pussy aching for him. he laughed "yeah right, now get on your back." you rolled your eyes and complied. he always gets what he wants.

"please out it back in daddy." you looked at him with puppy dog eyes as he positioned his much larger frame on top of you. you kissed him deeply as he put it back in. getting back that filling feeling, finally. he set his fast pace and you felt the build up coming back faster than you thought it would.

you whined "im gonna cum daddy. can i?" you grabbed his shoulders and brought him into a tight hug that would leave scratches on his back. "go ahead doll."

the rest is history 💋

[anavilante]

John is lying.

Gale knows John is lying.

John knows that Gale knows that he is lying.

Gale knows John is lying, but he lets him do it anyway.

MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) Part three

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AUSTIN BUTLER-MY CALI SUN II

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Yourusername Kalisha Azalea Butler-06.11.2023

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Sydneysweeny She’s so cute 😫

Muchlabirr Why she looks eatable 💕

Bigbrokebee Guys I want a baby now

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Munakuchin Everydoby need an Armani l💕

Baidoe Armani look like she worked a 9-5

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AustinY/nUpdates Austin Butler’s latest story show him with his two daughters Armani and Kalisha💞

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Dioxujn A&K are so cute and pretty 😫🫶🏽

Eioxunio Their names are so unique

Runfringe The fact that he does Armani’s hair?!

Toronix I wanna cuddle him like that

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Zendaya Took my Favorite girl out 🫶🏽

Tomholland Mani loves her auntie and uncle

Loveaarmd My girl Armani glowing😍

Renoiredi How do I get a child without birthing 😭

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Saweetie Make me wanna start cooking and cleaning for my mans🙆🏽‍♀️.

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An:Sorry I’ve been gone for so long,I had a lot of exams!

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“Benny was beautiful but stupid.” Oh so he was a bimbo ok ok

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A little sneak peak of something in the works...

Oh look! Finished product here...

Dedicated to my fave blonde bombshell @ab4eva 🩷

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Elvis Presley Quietly Marries At Home

The man with the famous pelvis is now a married man! Colonel Parker confirmed that Elvis married Paramount actress Leona Grace at his home in Memphis on the nineteenth of March. The wedding comes on the heels of rumors that the new Mr. and Mrs. Presley are due for a visit from the stork. The Colonel’s response? “Those are questions for a different day”. The hush hush, spur of the moment wedding did not follow an engagement announcement and no pictures of the happy couple seem to exist beyond set outtake photos. The event reportedly took place in the evening with just family and close friends in attendance totaling about 50 people. A red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting was served for dessert and sources say that Elvis's own music was played late into the night as friends danced in the backyard of Presley's Graceland mansion.

“See ya in a bit, baby doll, gotta meet with the Colonel about some stuff,” his lips lingered on her skin while he eyed her in the mirror. Leona couldn't suppress the sour look that appeared on her face. 

“What sort of stuff?” she questioned cooly. 

“Some movie stuff, ain't nothing for you to worry that pretty head about,” his tone was casual yet dismissive. Those were fighting words for Leona, who stomped her foot like a child and demanded to know just exactly why he was allowed to make movies while she had been regulated to pick flowers in the garden with the dogs, lounge in the pool, and shop herself silly with Patsy. She felt like a bird in a cage, albeit a gold-plated diamond-studded cage. 

“Oh ya want me to start calling you my pretty little baby bird?” he teased, those long fingers, perfect for reaching all the right spots, were tickling at her ribs. Leona yanked away from his grasp and pouted. “Baby, you're a wife now, my wife, I'm gonna take care of things. No need for you to stress yourself and slave away to send money back home to your momma and granny, I had my daddy send a check two days ago,” Elvis explained, sliding on a pair of sunglasses that made him look utterly delectable as he shifted his weight from one leg to another in the doorway, seemingly unable to keep still. 

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