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I am grieving today. It’s a new year and Austin Butler isn’t madly in love with me to the point of an unhealthy obsession. I don’t know how I can cope any longer.

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There’s so much trauma in the Presley bloodline. So much bad luck and obstacles. Elvis didn’t have an easy life and Hollywood swallowed him whole. Then he died tragically, broken hearted. His ex wife fought tooth and nail to keep Graceland and his legacy still intact to this day. Elvis’ daughter was the last person to see him alive, and she lost her dad when she was only 9 years old. She had a difficult life. And then her son committed suicide just two years ago. Now she herself passed away at 54. Austin Butler won a Golden Globe for his portrayal of Elvis 2 days before Lisa Marie passed away. Now they have to go through award season while grieving Lisa Marie. Austin was very close to her and saw her as family. He himself lost his mother when he was 23. The movie Elvis was supposed to be a celebration of Elvis’ life, and now what’s going to happen? I truly feel so bad for his family and for Austin

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woopsies

I start my new job tomorrow but @butlerslut just messaged me with tea so fuck sleep!

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HIS EYES?????EXCUSE ME??? I AM MESMERIZED

Just WOW!

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IM SCREAMING THE CAPTION😭😭

LET THEM EAT CAKE 🎂 🍰

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sir that is not very ALRIGHT MAMA of you

SIR PLEASE

i am NOT alright mama

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mmmm i’m definitely gonna need more 😌🫴

daddy’s sorry

pairing: austin!elvis x reader

summary: your man has lashed out, and he may or may not be ready to apologize, but he does his best to take care of you.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, daddy kink, some toxic behavior, vaguely implied sub reader

word count: 230

note: thank you all so much for supporting my first work, “pretty names”, and I hope you all enjoy this short drabble. <3

“baby,” elvis coos, and when he steps toward you, you move backwards, “baby, cmere.” you swallow, attempting to bring some moisture back to your mouth. “baby,” he says again, layering in a light threat to his tone. “come here.”

“i can’t.” you mumble, looking down at your trembling hands.

“i wasn’t angry at you babydoll,” elvis explains, the picture of patience but for a wild spark in his electric blue eyes. “i had fallout with the colonel, and i needed to let off some steam.” you glance at the broken dish on the floor. “come here.” he repeats, and you stop backing away from him, which feels like the first taste of victory on his tongue. 

“you scared me.” you say, finding your voice. “if, if you do that again, elvis, i’m gonna leave.” he nods. “are you hearing me, elvis, i’ll leave.” he nods again.

“just let me hold you,” he begs, “i hate seeing my little girl so upset.” his voice takes on a saccharine cooing quality. you soften, just a little and he rushes to you, wrapping his arms around your body. “i’m sorry baby girl,” he kisses your head, “daddy didn’t mean to scare you, he didn’t.”

“don’t break things when you’re angry.” your voice is quiet, you wrap your arms around him. elvis plants a kiss on the top of your head.

“alright, baby, alright.” 

#why was that really hot #maybe i’m a sucker for toxic relationships bc i’ve been in them but oh well #i need more #elvis #elvis headcanons #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis presley headcannons #austin!elvis #elvis 2022 #give me more #austin butler #austin butler fic #elvis presley fanfiction

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i swear if he looks me in the eyes like that i will ong jump his bones right then and there

i…

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HE JUST LOOKED SO GOOD IN THIS MOVIE I CANNOT 😭😭

Requested: Elvis Presley in “Change of Habit” (1969)

#dr john carpenter #change of habit #he’s just so hot #please rail me

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If I Were You Part 2 (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: Reader tries to navigate the immeadiate aftermath after that fateful night with Elvis, to varying success. WIth his return to performing on the horizon reader questions is if there is a way of forward that causes the least amount of damage for both parties. Elvis sees only one path forward.

Note: This is based on @venus-haze One shot If I Were You. Please go read that before this because it’s absolutely incredible. And yes before anyone asks I had her full permission to continue the story and she has been on board the whole time. I swear on my life this was originally a one-shot to continue on and let it be known what I saw for reader and Elvis’ future. Then about 5k into this story and realizing there were so many scenes I wanted to add within the first week alone for these two, I just went all in and decided to restrain this chapter to a week. There will be at least one more chapter following this. Reader is cis female, and aside from that no other descriptors are used. Full disclosure I do use this song, which, while never performed by him, has all the makings of one, and it fit to well in the scene it’s in. I do have a Bachelor’s in Psychology, but I am not a therapist, so nothing here should be treated as genuine mental health advice. That being said there is alot more focus on reader this time around. Please read the warnings before deciding to read.

Word Count: 10.5k

Warnings: Yandere fic so there are themes of obsessive , manipulative, and delusional behavior as well as some heavy allusions to blackmail, emotional and otherwise, here too. There is an informal therapy session depicted here as well in which topics such as performance anxiety, sex, exploitation, and substance abuse are discussed. Depictions of drinking that may be seen as delving into alcohol abuse territory, as well as some other erratic behavior on readers part. Explicit sexual content depicted that includes oral (f. recieving), pentrative sex (m/f), spanking, some daddy kink, and other dom/sub undertones sprinkled throughout. And of course Elvis’ mommy issues and readers daddy issues (truly aa match made in hell). Finally depictions of a toxic relationship that include power imbalances, manipulation, and uses of coercion. Please do not interact if you are under 18.

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Fame (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: Getting your start among the dozens of other fresh-faced teeny boppers in the 1950s, you expertly navigate your career through the decades, the only one remaining in public consciousness and on the charts–apart from Elvis. With yet another single at the top of global charts, you’re long past that part of your career, hardly thinking about the man who was long ago considered your biggest rival, until you run into him unexpectedly at a party, and he makes it his business to make sure he’s always on your mind.

Note: This is based on an anonymous request and also David Bowie’s song Fame. Reader is gender neutral and no specific descriptors are used. Paragraphs in italics indicate flashbacks. This is set in the 70s because that’s just the vibe I got from the song, and I wanted to write a reader who was more of the aloof and superficial type of celebrity who only tolerates the fanfare and is more interested in the money and lifestyle. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as obsessive and manipulative behavior, stalking, abuse of power, and some elements of victim blaming, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Do not interact if you are under 18.

Leaving clubs and parties was one of your least favorite things to do, not because the night was over, but because somehow word would inevitably get out that you were there, and weirdos would hangout at every exit just to catch a glimpse of you. Perhaps they wouldn’t care as much if you weren’t so private and aloof, mostly inaccessible to the masses, but you weren’t about to pretend you wanted to see any of them. Almost as soon as you opened the door to a service exit, hoping to leave undetected, you cringed at the sound of a girl practically screeching as soon as she saw you.

Putting on a forced smile, you hastily signed some of the things shoved your way with nothing more than your initials as you pushed through the small crowd to get to the limo that was waiting for you in the street. You were particularly horrified when a man collapsed at your feet, even more so when you realized he wasn’t moving. Of course, as soon as you flagged someone down to call an ambulance for help, the man stirred, throwing his arms around your legs to keep you in place. Enraged at his audacity, you barely managed to kick him off of you before your chauffeur came to your rescue, guiding you into the limo and locking the doors before anyone got the bright idea to try to join you.

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you should 100% write a fic/blurb based on this with austin or elvis, i think it would be so cute omg

ahhh say less

You dropped your phone in the toilet, so you had to get a new one- with this new phone you went ahead and opted to get a new number as well. This wouldn't be a problem you transferred all your contacts over to your new phone, but you didn't tell Austin that you had gotten a new number.

you: "hey hottie ;)"

Austin: "who is this?"

Austin: "why did you put the semi-colon and the open parentheses?"

you : "austin, it's me..."

Austin: "who????"

you : "Bubs ❤❤❤"

Austin: "???"

you: "Austin it's me." *image*

Austin: "OH BABY!!!"

Austin: "It's the camera quality for me, you look like a sims character with those graphics."

you: "BYEE WTF AUS 😭😭😭"

Austin: "Why are you crying?"

you: "No it's like crying laughing."

Austin: "I would cry too if I looked like Sim."

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STOP THIS WAS SO CUTE😭

Hey love I'm craving a cute Austin +y/n in fall getting lost in a cornmaze but are in no rush to leave cause they have warm coffee and are just enjoying time together on a rare occasion without the pap. something super fluffy and cute🥺 if you feel like it of course 💜💜

'lost with you'

a/n: screaming. crying. throwing up. thank you so muc for the ask! good day :)

pairing: austin butler x reader

warnings: a hint of suggestive refrences, tooth-aching fluff. i need to go to a dentist now.

i recommend listening to 'lost with you' by patrick watson! you don't have to ofc, just a suggestion!

Austin comes bounding around the corner again, and I take a sip of my caramel coffee, letting out a giggle. "You find the way out?"

He frowns at me. "Don't patronize me," he says sternly. He can't really seem to stay mad at me as I let out a laugh, throwing my head back in the process. "Oh, I love you," I state, bringing the coffee to my lips again.

He sits down on the ground, putting his arms in front of him like a small child pouting.

I sit down next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. "What’s wrong, Austin?" I ask with a small, playful frown. He sighs. "I wanted to do something like, you know, what couples do during fall. Maybe give us some sense of peace away from the papparazzi, but I end up getting us lost." He buries his face in his hands.

I sit up, crossing my legs in fron tof me to look at him fully. "Austin, do you have any idea how much fun I'm having right now? I literally could not be happier. We're at peace, nobody is taking pictures of us, we can sit and talk in quiet. With coffee, in public, Austin this is perfect for me," I say softly, coaxing his face out of his hands.

"Besides, we can always call 911, or my dad, he's waiting outside for us if we can't find the way out." He smiles, pulling my face in for a gentle kiss.

"You really do find the best in everything," he says queitly when we pull away. I smile. "I did it with you." He frowns and pulls away, crossing his arms.

"I'm joking! Honey, I'm joking!" I exclaim. He starts to pout again. "Then there's stuff like that," he grumbles.

"Oh, you're such a baby, come here. I want cuddles." I wrap my arms around him, and he pulls me into a warm embrace, which helps with the chilly weather.

I play with his sweater a little, and he hums in content. "If it's any consolation," he looks down at me when I speak. "I wouldn't wanna be lost with anyone else."

He chuckles. "Darlin' you're too corny." I hush him. "You like it." He doesn't respond, but he brings my lips up to his in a tender kiss. Butterflies ignite in my stomach, and I can feel my cheeks heat up. A stark contrast compared to the cold air around me.

His hands roam up my sides, slipping under my shirt and I yelp a bit at the coldness of his hands. He shushes me with another kiss, and I whine when he pulls away.

He stands up, bringing me with him. "C'mon, love, we gotta go. I have some apple cider donuts to get you." I scream and engulf him in a hug. He laughs and takes my hand as we begin walking.

At the first turn, he hesitates. I hum in confusion. "What's the matter?" I ask. He turns around, rubbing the back of his neck with embarassment.

"I think I need your dad to come pick us up."

I roll my eyes. "But I have my daddy right here-" "Shut it woman!"

~NOELLE~

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i just want a scenario for me and him where i compliment him like “you’re so adorable” or “you’re just the sweetest” and he does this but i lean forward and pull his hands away while saying “i’m serious aus!” with the biggest smile on my face. :)

aus when he gets complimented 🥹

#hes so adorable #look at him #austin butler #please austin i will literally drop out of college for you #austin butler you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen #please accept my hand in marriage sue #elvis 2022 #elvis movie

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AND HES SHIRTLESS??? PUH-LEASE

what was the cause of my death? austin robert butler cradling a puppy in his arms and swaying🥹🥹🫶🏾 someone give this man a baby rn—(i volunteer as tribute🫡)

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Double Trouble (Yandere!Elvis and Jesse x Reader) Part 3

Part 1  Part 2 

Word Count: 3.7k+

As tension grows in the Intercontinental, y/n gains a lot more than she bargained for as her mundane life threatens to turn upside down. All it takes is a little push before things set off.

Warnings: dark content, mentions of misogyny, demonstrations of sexual assault If you are under 18, do not interact!

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“Y/n,” you heard your name faintly being called. Your eyes slowly opened and the room was dim again. You looked at who called your name and it was one of the twins. You blinked a bit more to get a look at them, it was Elvis for sure. With your time with the twins so far, you’ve gotten to know the ‘little details’ that differentiate them.

Jessie was left-handed, and always wore his best rings and his initials on his left hand, while he wore his watch and smaller jewelry on his right.

Elvis was right-handed, wearing his initials and best rings on his right hand.

If they were ever to take their jewelry off, their hair was a giveaway. Jessie’s stray bang went to the left side of his face while Elvis went to the right. Other than that, it was damn near impossible to tell them apart, but good on you for getting the subtle differences.

You yawned quietly and sighed, “It’s like sleeping on a cloud,” you said sleepily, it’s been a while since you got good sleep. Elvis laughed, “I wanted to wake you up that Jesse and I are going to rehearsal.” And that’s when you fully stood up. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself, ‘my shift’.

You jumped out of bed and rushed around to find your shoes. Elvis was a bit taken aback by the sudden movement, “Woah, what’s wrong?” He asked with concern. You were absentmindedly looking around the dimly lit room, “My shift,” you looked at your watch, “it started already,” you sighed, you were definitely getting fired.

“You’re not working today,” he stated. You looked at him perplexed, “What do you mean? I have to serve drinks tonight and I was supposed to be downstairs helping with the setup two hours ago,” you frowned. He stood up and ruffled your hair, “We talked to your manager, after you told us what he did,” his eyes darkened, “we were able to work things out with him. He’s giving you paid time off with holiday.”

You gasped, “Holiday pay? How’d you get him to do that?”

Elvis blushed at how big and wide your eyes got, they were brighter than the most precious diamonds. “Didn’t take much convincing,” Elvis turned back, “didn’t take much to convince him right Jerry?” Jerry looked up from the tv to look at you both, “Not at all,” he said vaguely with a smile.

You made a mental note to ask him about that later.

“But I got in touch with the casino CEO and he’ll be fired before the weekend,” his tone was sincere. “Wow…thank you.” You said, tears brimming your eyes. You sniffled a bit, “No no no…” he said, cupping your hands with his face, “it’ll be all okay y/n”. All you could do was nod and you embraced him. You were glad to know that your manager was going to get fired for what he did to you and no doubt countless other women. “Well I guess that means you can see the show tonight,” Elvis said excitedly. You were about to match his excitement until you looked down. “I’m in uniform, I’d have no time to make it home and back in time and I doubt I even have something to wear.” Your posture slumped.

“I wanted to wait a bit, but I figured now is the best time for the surprise,” Elvis said, walking to his closet. He pulled out a box with a large bow on it, handing it to you. You scrunched your nose, “What’s this?” he booped your nose, “Only one way to find out,” he grinned.

Inside was the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. The inside designer tag read Chanel, and you nearly dropped the box. Shoving it towards Elvis, you shook your head, “Elvis I can’t take this”.

Oh how he wish he’d hear his name leave your lips all day, wishing you meant what you said another wa—

“Elvis?” you waved your hands in front of his face, it was as if he was trapped in a daze. He blinked himself back to reality, sighing. He looked back down at your small figure, “No,” he said. You furrowed your brows, “This is way too expensive! I’m pretty sure I have something at home I could—” he gave you the box again, this time with matching heels, “No. I already ripped the receipt so there’s no turnin back. Jerry ran out and got it for you when you were sleeping. I just hope it fits, we guessed your size by your work uniform.” He nervously scratched his neck.

You smiled at him appreciatively, “Thank you Elvis,” you said hugging him. Jerry made an obnoxious cough, “Ahem, how bout we thank the man that actually had to go get it?” He said jokingly. You ran up to Jerry too, “Thanks Jerry!” he ruffled your hair causing you to giggle.

You had bent over to hug him while he was sitting, you didn’t realize that your very short dress was exposing a bit for man’s imagination. Elvis could feel his pants tightening, he breathed in deep to steady himself and the wild thoughts he was beginning to have.

If it were any other man, Elvis wouldn’t have it, but since it was Jerry, he allowed it. He was the very few the twins trusted. He leered at your bent-over frame, letting his mind explore. Oh how he wished he could take you right then and there, but, he had to be patient.

He cleared his throat, “You can freshen up in the bathroom, I’ll be at sound check” he said. You made your way over to him, with a small pout, “Oh, okay then”. He grabbed your hand and kissed it, “I’ll see you soon,” he winked, making your smile return. He headed out of the door and you hurried into the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower, you changed quickly into the dress and marveled at yourself in the mirror. You looked so…put together. The way it hugged your curves in the right places as well as complimented your skin, you were in love. It was like being in a Cinderella movie. 

Coming back to the bedroom, you only saw a single woman in there. She introduced herself as Esmeralda, saying she was hired by the Presleys to do your makeup.  She smiled at you, giving you a firm handshake, “How do you do?” she shook.

During the whole makeover, she was showering you with compliments, saying how soft your hair was and how you should be a model. It really boosted your confidence and you couldn’t stop blushing.

Afterward, she handed you a mirror and you gasped, almost dropping another thing today. You looked beautiful, you honestly looked and felt like a goddess, your hair was done up in curls and she covered the bruises that were on your arm and neck. After a million thank yous, Esmeralda was out of the door and into oblivion. Jerry stepped in to escort you out.

Jerry came back inside the room in a different outfit, “You clean up well m’lady,” Jerry said in a British accent, bowing down. “You’re not too bad yourself, my lord,” you said in an accent, doing a curtsy. You guess both laughed and he opened the door, inside came a woman with a suitcase.

You both headed down the stairs, he wanted to ruffle your hair again but you dodged him, “I just fixed my hair Jerry!” you fake glared at him.

He dramatically rolled his eyes, mocking you, “Oh please, the wild look is gonna be in soon, I can feel it.”

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You both took to the back entrance to avoid the traffic. As you entered, Jerry pulled up two front-row tickets and handed them to security. Security took the tickets and led you to your seat, Jerry handed you a lanyard that wrote BACKSTAGE PASS. “Come backstage after the show, if you need anything, the rest of the guys and I will be back here”. He jogged to the backstage and you felt a little sad to be left alone.

A server came by you, and you recognized him, “Hey Mateo!” you said, “Woah, y/n? I almost didn’t recognize you! You look amazing!” He said, a rosy tint appearing on his cheeks.

You shyly looked down, “Thank you,” you twirled a piece of your hair. You had a crush on Mateo for the longest, he worked as a bar and kitchen server. After the shows, you both cleaned up the showroom, you guys would have endless talks about anything and everything. Lately, his touches on you would linger and he started to stare at you differently. Hopefully he’d make his move on you soon.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked. “Can I just get champagne please?” He nodded his head, “Anything to eat?”

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until he mentioned food. You were praying he couldn’t hear the groans your stomach were determined to make, “Can I get the shrimp and chicken Alfredo?” He wrote everything down while nodding his head, “Of course y/n, I got you.”

The way he said your name made your heart flutter, he was such a gentleman, and with the help of his boyish looks, he really made your heart skip a beat. ____________________________________

It was time for the twins to perform, and a drumroll started. You finished the rest of your champagne and made your way up to the front. They swaggered onto the stage and it felt as if everything around you ceased to exist. The crowd roared in applause and cheers, and the only thing they’ve done so far got on stage.

They made jokes and entertained the crowd until it was time for them to start performing.

To say they were terrific would be an understatement. They performed the shit out of the venue today, their stage presence was everything to watch. They synchronized their dancing with each other but the two had so much of their own personality in it. Elvis was the more outgoing, rebellious type. His dancing had more of a gaudy presence to it and he wasn’t afraid to be showy or over the top about it.

Jessie on the other hand was the opposite. He acted as the more secluded type but his dancing had that devious feel to it,just the right amount to lead someone on. While he  was a lot more reserved than Elvis, his musical ability made up for his mysteriousness, and this made all of the girls crazy for him. There were times he let loose too, especially during songs he enjoyed playing the most.

You knew that Elvis and Jessie would get close to the crowd of girls damn near clawing their way to the front stage. You couldn’t lie, you were up yourself singing along, trying your best not to get elbowed to death. They came stage right, and then stage left…and then to your side the middle. You felt your heart beat quicker, while there were many girls present, it was as if they were looking specifically at you.

Elvis and Jessie  started to do the infamous ‘wiggle’, and all of the girls went ballistic. Can’t even lie, your face started to heat up a bit and you let out a few screams. Elvis started to smirk and kept dancing, girls at this point were fighting their way to the front. Your body started heating up and you knew that you were most definitely tipsy.

The look you gave them…they could barely control themselves at that point. Jessie approached that side and–from the looks of it–shoved Elvis out of the way, dancing in front of you as well. The girls were getting more and more rowdy and were clawing their way to try and touch one of them.

The twins grabbed and kissed a few hands, laughed at a few panties and bras, and when Jessie was right in front of you, he looked ready to kiss your lips, but kissed your cheek instead. The song ended and they went into a slow song. You headed back into your seat and sat down, Mateo brought you bread rolls and napkins. You noticed that on one of the napkins, it said, “Meet me at the bar after the show. I’ll take you home too. –M” You smiled to yourself, folding the note.

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The show ended and you were sure your throat would be sore by tomorrow morning. You headed into the bathroom, dabbing at any makeup that was starting to oil your skin, and to get away from the traffic of people coming out.

After a while, you came out and went over to the bar. He was wiping a few glasses down and he looked up at you, “Hey y/n,”  Mateo grinned, you smiled back, “Hey Mateo”. You both sat at the bar, “You clean up nicely, but I thought you were working as a server tonight”. You sighed, “I got holiday paid time off, I don’t know how long for,” you shrugged. He raised his brows, “How’d you get that? I’ve been working here longer than you and the manager would laugh at me even trying it”, that made you giggle.

You were thinking in your head, contemplated on telling him. After a few beats, you decided to confide in him, I mean, what the hell? The manager was fired anyways and you trusted him. You told him when it first started, but left out how the Presleys intervened.

After a few tears and sniffles, you were finished telling him. Mateo kept a calm and understanding demeanor, nodding along with you and never interrupting. “Y/n…I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry this happened to you”, you tried to control your breathing so you didn’t cry your makeup off.

“Does Ada know–” you shook your head curtly, “No, I know she’ll try and murder him,” you say laughing to yourself, you both needed this job. Mateo shook his head, “I wish you would have told me sooner, I would have helped you. I’d hate for you to feel alone, y/n”. You sighed, “I’m sorry,” you yawned and looked at the clock. It was late, you were tipsy and tired and wanted to go home.

“Let me take you home,” he said, taking off his apron and throwing it in the back somewhere. You took the napkin back out, “You got a pen?” you asked him, he pulled one out. You took it in your left hand and wrote your home number. He looked surprised, “Woah you’re left handed, I never knew that”, you smirked at him, “Actually, I’m ambidextrous”. You handed him the napkin.

You guys headed towards the backstage/employee exit. As you were passing the stage crew, Mateo held onto your hand to lead you through the chaos happening. You heard your name being called–more like being yelled. “Y/n?! Y/N!!!” you heard one of twins called, he rushed over to you, it was Elvis. Mateo looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his skull, he was starstruck. “Elvis…” you say, a bit shocked. “Y/n…where have you been? I thought Jerry told you to come backstage after the show,” you raised your brows, you had completely forgot. “I’m so sorry, it honestly slipped my mi–”

“Who’s this?” he asked, his eyes flickered between the two of you and how close he was to you. He glared at Mateo, who was still holding your hand. “This is Mateo,” you said, Mateo brought his hand up for Elvis to shake, “Big fan, my family and I love your music”. Elvis gave him a tight lipped smile, but did not shake his hand. “You know how it is, I just got done performing, would hate for you to shake a sweaty hand,” he laughed, but his usual smile was absent.

It was an awkward silence between all three of you. “Mateo was actually about to take me home,” you say, trying to break the silence. Elvis’ jaw clenched, “Oh he doesn’t have to worry about that, we’ll take her”. You felt a bit uncomfortable, Elvis was acting strange, “It’s really not a problem, you’ve done enough,” you tried to reason. “Y/n…” he said with a threatening malice trickling off of the way he said your name, “…you know I don’t repeat myself,” he warned.

Mateo stepped up to him, not liking where this was going, “Hey man, she said she doesn’t want to–” before he could finish his sentence, Jerry and Red West of the Memphis Mafia came up to you all and pushed Mateo back. It startled you to say the least, Mateo tried pushing back but Jerry held his arms and Red West punched his stomach. “Jerry!” you yell, trying to intervene, but Elvis holds you back, “Don’t,” he says, holding your shoulder firmly.

Jerry digs into his pockets, pulling out a plastic bag and a pocket knife. “Taking her home huh? What’s this?” he waves in front of Mateo’s face. Jerry opens up the plastic bag to find roofies and cocaine. “I looked more into your manager, turns out he wasn’t the only one doing shit to employees,” Jerry says, glaring at Mateo. “He’d pay him to find girls and drug them up after work…he’s a piece of shit y/n,” Jerry finished, throwing him to the side. You were so shocked that you visibly gasped, you felt your heart had shattered, the one who you confided in was a deceptive serpent.

Mateo was shocked and looked at you, “Wait-y/n, I swear to you that isn’t m–” Elvis sucker punched him square in the face, knocking him out cold. “Go to hell you sonofabitch,” Elvis faced you and took you upstairs. He held a firm grip on your hand and you were a crying mess. You made it back to his room where Jesse was playing with his rings. He stood up, “Does she know?” Elvis nodded. Jesse sighed, “I’m sorry you found out this way, y/n. Jerry did more digging and we found all of this out last minute tonight before the show.

You gulped, “I…trusted him. I actually kind of liked him too,” you laughed foolishly. They sat you on the bed, caressing your arms, “You can’t trust anyone at this job,” Elvis stated, “Not even the people you find close,” Jesse finished. He handed you a glass, “Here, it’ll take away the pain,” he said. Without skipping a beat, you downed the whole glass, you paid no mind to what the burn of the whiskey was doing to your throat. You were starting to get drunk, but the pain was numbed, you couldn’t feel anything.

“It’s like I have no one…” you slurred your words. “You have us,” Elvis cooed, caressing the side of your face, his thumb traced your lips. “I hate this world…the pain is too much,” you rambled. “Let us take care of you y/n,” Jesse whispered, he gently placed a kiss on your neck.

Your faces were inches away from each other, the tension building up was suspenseful. You knew this was somewhat wrong, you were liquored up drunk in a room with two of the most famous stars in the world, both of whom you didn’t know much about. You knew you shouldn’t kiss him, but you weren’t thinking straight, his blue eyes boring into your own put you in a hypnotic trance.

Before you could object, Jessie kissed your lips gently. You gasped a bit and he deepened the kiss, his hands and Elvis’ roamed your body. Jesse laid you down and started to kiss the rest of your body. Elvis came up to your face and kissed your lips, he groaned at how soft your lips were and started to suck on your bottom lip. Jesse found your sweet spot on your neck, making you moan.

Elvis used this to his advantage and slipped his tongue inside, lightly playing with your breasts. You were now hot and bothered, you couldn’t take it anymore and you were for sure wet. Jesse lifted up your dress a bit, pulling down your panties. You felt the cold air on your vagina and looked down at Jesse, his eyes darkened with lust.

You started to gain a bit of sense, shaking your head, you parted your lips with Elvis’. “Wait, I don’t think that this—” before you could finish your sentence, Jesse plunged two fingers inside of you.

It has been a long time since you’ve touched—hell, since you’ve been touched. The instant pleasure surprised you and you could barely contain yourself. Elvis continued kissing you down your neck and chest, sucking one of your breasts. The stimulation was too much for you to bear as Jesse quickened his pace.

You could feel your stomach tightening, at this point you couldn’t control your moans or actions, Elvis’s kisses became rougher, more possessive. You were getting closer, Jesse and Elvis switched positions. This time, Elvis used his thumb to run circles around his clit while pumping his fingers inside of you.

You tried to move your legs away, but Elvis kept them in place with his free hand. Jesse went back to kissing your neck, whispering in your ear, “Who do you belong to?” he asked. You looked at him a bit confused. Trying to keep your eyes from rolling back, “What?” you whimpered. You were almost about to cum and your body started shaking. Jesse grabbed your neck, “I don’t ask twice y/n, thought you knew that,” he said sternly, “who do you belong to?”

Elvis slowed his movements down and you were now a wet mess. You looked back at him in disbelief and he smirked back at you, “Say our names baby,” he cooed, speeding up his movements a bit. You moaned their names one at a time, “Elvis and Jessie,” Jesse kissed your neck, sucking and biting it in certain spots this time. “Who do you belong to?”

You couldn’t take it anymore, “Elvis and Jesse!” You we’re yelling their names  at this point. Jesse kissed your lips after whispering, “Good girl,” his deep voice made you shiver under his touch. You finally came and Jesse eagerly devoured you. The stimulation was too much and you were ready to pass out. After making you cum again, you actually did.

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The "Best" Wedding Guests

"Hey beautiful", you lifted your eyes to watch as Elvis sauntered through the front door with a bundle of mail in his hand. Tossing the mail haphazardly onto the table, he held on to one envelope.

"What is it?" You asked, your eyes scanning the white envelope for any type of significance as to hint at its purpose. Passing it over to you he peered over your shoulder as you tore open the envelope.

You are formally invited to attend the wedding of Y/E/N and Y/E/P

You rolled your eyes and laid the invitation face down on the counter, "I fucking swear," You huffed out.

Elvis picked it up and read the letter, "Oh a wedding! I love weddings." Elvis smiled as his eyes scanned the words.

"It's for Y/E/N, I swear the piece of shit had the guts to cheat on me and NOW the audacity to send me an invitation to their fucking wedding!" You ran a hand through your hair, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips.

"We should go, it will be fun-" You cut Elvis off by turning around to face him.

"Oh, we're going to the wedding, we'll make it a night that the lovely couple will never forget." Elvis could sense that you were planning something but paid no attention to it, he loved parties and any reason to get dressed up.

The days passed by quickly and you soon found yourself putting on what you could only describe as your revenge dress. It fits you well and made you feel sexy, confident, and bold. Yet at the same time, you felt elegant and graceful. Elvis was dressed in a crisp dark blue dress shirt and tan pants. He walked over to the dresser and began to slip his rings on his fingers, "You look gorgeous." You offered your hand out for him which he took quickly. Spinning you around so that your back was flush to his chest, he leaned his head close to your neck. "Beautiful dress."  His breath left a trail of goosebumps along your skin.

"Mm, why thank you, Mr. Presley." You responded, a coy smile playing on your lips. Elvis smiled in response to your comment, he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck before pulling you away from him. His eyes scanned down your body, drinking in every ounce of your figure. "Alright, Mr. Presley, we have a wedding to attend." Elvis looked at himself in the mirror, you moved over to join him. "God we are such a hot couple." Elvis's eyes shifted to your gaze which was fixated on his figure.

"Darling, that is all you." He replied, his accent laying the line thick. He smiled and wrapped his arms around his waist, "Hottest woman I've ever met." You rolled your eyes.

"Mm, as much as I love hearing you compliment me I do not like being late." You flashed him a smile and handed him the keys, "Are you ready, my handsome man?" Elvis nodded his head and opened the bedroom door for you. The two of you made your way out of the bedroom and out the front door, Elvis paused to lock the door.

"Now hold on let me get the door for you, baby." He trumpeted as he shoved the keys into his pocket. He briskly made his way towards the car door. A smile played on his lips as he pulled open the door and helped you into the car.  As he closed the door he quickly made his way to the driver's side of the car. Settling into the seat he flashed you one last smile before shoving the keys into the ignition.

The ride to the ceremony was quiet, the silence was only broken by Elvis asking you when to turn. Your mind was preoccupied with the multitude of thoughts about the whole ordeal.  Elvis pulled into the parking lot of the reception, "Are you ready?" Elvis asked as he offered out his hand.

Nodding your head and letting out a sigh you took his hand a squeezed it, "Let's go congratulate the happy couple."

Elvis opened his door and brushed himself off then he opened your door. Holding your hand above your head, signaling for you to twirl he whistled. "God damn it, woman." He smirked.

Placing your hand on his half-opened shirt you ran your nails across his chest lightly, "Mm, later Mr. Presley." Elvis opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by a shrill scream.

"Elvis Presley ?!" The two of you turned and your attention was directed towards the young woman. Her eyes were wider than the expensive dinner plates you saw the workers setting out. "Wha-how?"

Elvis placed a hand on the woman's shoulder, "Friends of the groom. Now doll, you mind telling us where we can find our seats?" He flashed her a small smile.

"O-Of course, um right this way!" She weaved her way through the crowd of people. Heads turned and Elvis being Elvis of course stopped at every single one of them. "Hello, how are ya'll? No, I ain't performing tonight, just friends."

When the two of you finally reached your seats Elvis leaned over to you, "They better have an open bar." You turned to face him with a quizzical look on your face.

"Elvis, we aren't here for the alcohol."

"Well, we sure aren't here because we like this asshole."

You brought your hand up to your mouth and tried to stifle your laugh, someone's grandma flashed you a sharp glare and you composed yourself.

The ceremony was gruelingly long and filled with Elvis's commentary on everything from the groom's suit to the petals that the flower girl used.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The officiant closed the binder and the couple kissed. Whoops, and hollers were cascading throughout the buildings. You locked eyes with the groom as he made his way down the aisle. 

You flashed him a smile and waved, turning to Elvis you gestured for him to leave the row and head towards the reception. "Alright, alright, I am going," Elvis mumbled.

"Excuse me, are you?" A woman who looked to be about your mother's age asked Elvis. Elvis smiled, "It's nice to meet you." The woman's eyes lit up as she called the rest of her group over to the two of you. Which only brought more people, "Oh Elvis you just have to sing for us please?" A young man pleaded.

Elvis shook his head and chuckled, "I don't know." You smiled up at him, but your attention was ripped away from your lover by the squeak of a microphone. 

"Alright folks, I would- hey- people! The bride and groom are about to walk in, let's be respectful." The group slowly dispersed, allowing you the opportunity to slip away to the bar.

"Um, ma'am we a-" Elvis walked up behind you and the bartender's attitude soon changed. "What can I get you?"

You leaned on your hand as your eyes scanned down the drink list. "Hm, what are you thinking, baby?" You handed Elvis the list, "I'll have a 'Rusty Nail'. "You quipped.

"Gin and tonic," Elvis replied, handing the man back the menu. "Since when do you drink scotch?" He asked running his hand along your leg." 

"Since I got invited to my ex's wedding." You retorted. Elvis nodded his head in agreement. What happened next consisted of you cheering on Elvis while he tried tequila shots, you downing just about any drink you could get your hands on, and Elvis leaning his head on the counter while you are challenging the bartender to a staring contest. You lost so you asked for 'Whiskey Sour', and the bartender handed you your drink.

"Baby, Babe baby '," Elvis slurred as he placed his hand on your shoulder, his other hand supporting him on the counter.

"What?" You asked turning around which caused your drink to slosh out of your cup. You watched as it spilled onto the ground next to you, "Aw".

Elvis laughed, "Music, they are playing my music!" He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the dance floor. "TIP Y/N WE GOTTA GIVE A TIP!" Elvis spun around on his heel and slapped his wallet onto the counter, "Take out your tip." He slurred to the bartender.

The poor bartender pulled out a five-dollar bill and held it up to him, "No get some more out of there come on!" Elvis soon got frustrated and grabbed the wallet, he pulled out the remaining cash and handed it to the man. "Music time!" Elvis stumbled onto the dance floor, and much to the crowd's desire he sang along loudly. 

"Elvis oh my GOD" ELVIS PRESLEY!" Comments like this followed by screams of joy were soon filling the dance floor, at one point someone handed Elvis a microphone.

The alcohol made your body feel warm and your head floaty. Rocking your hips to the rhythm of the music, Elvis's voice soon filled your ears.

"The people- the people have giv- they've given me a mic, Y/E/N!" Your ex's head snapped up to look at Elvis, his eyes filled with rage as Elvis started to sing.

"We're cauuught in a trap, oh YEAH. I can't walk out- because I LOVEEEEEEEEEE you too much baby!" Elvis made his way towards you, slurring over the lyrics as he sang. The crowd did not seem to care nor did you, you were to intoxicated to even care. After Elvis kicked the air, punched the air the whole nine yards along with his drunken giggles, he leaned down and put the entire top of the mic into his mic, "HWOMP" "Jesus" he mumbled, "We have to go home, gotta go bye bye." He turned to the groom and pulled you close, "We are going homeee, bedtime. Thank you- thank you, Y/N's mine now. We're going homeeee."

You grabbed the mic, "Y/E/P/N, he isn't that good, fuck, I hope you have a good wrist, gonna be using that hand a wholeeee lot." You giggled as Elvis grabbed the mic away.

The crowd laughed right along with you, "SHE'S SAYING HE IS BAD AT SEX!"  You fell on the floor in a fit of giggles and Elvis chuckled as he pulled you to your feet. "We got to go home!"

How Jerry knew about the wedding neither of you were able to find out, but poor Jerry had to deal with the two of yall's drunken rambles.

Elvis gave him a bit of a pay raise, partially because he had to deal with the two of you while you were drunk out of your ever-loving minds, but also to keep it all hush-hush. As if Jerry not telling anyone would stop the multiple wedding guests from sharing their experiences for years to come?