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Somebody I Used To Know: Elvis Presley Series 2

All For Us ; Chapter 2

Austin!Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Summary: A group of Diverse adults who are singers that traveled through other countries, some would call them hippies and others would call them abominations. Alexis, who is one of the main singers for the band, met Elvis Presley when he was barely starting his career and only fate can decide whether or not Alexis will save him.

Warnings: Lots of Swearing, Yelling, Sexual content, Twisting of history and angst/mentions of death.

Note: This series is purely inspired by the songs, I wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys & Somebody I Used To Know by Gotye.

PS. THIS STORY WILL HAVE SOME DETAILS SUCH AS HOMOSEXUALITY, TRANSGENDER, DRAG QUEENS, DIVERSE GROUPS ALSO SOME SONGS USED BY THE "BAND" WILL BE 21ST CENTURY.

Chapter 1

(I RECOMMEND LISTENING TO SHE KNOWS BY J.COLE FOR THIS)

     Those baby blue eyes have haunted me ever since that night. As well as feeling sick to my stomach, I was also feeling dizzy. Alcohol may have played a part or maybe we never separated our eyes from each other. All I could do was lean my back against the wooden bar while everyone danced, laughed, sang, and partied like there was no tomorrow. I don’t want to be attracted to him, I dislike his little smug face. There is a woman who is in love with him. I have to hate him if I don’t and just sleep with him. What does that make me? Where do my morals go after that? One moment I was staring at him when he sat at the window drinking a beer and the next I was in the bed of the hotel laying next to Cherry. The sunshine was peaking through the blue curtains glaring at my dark brown eyes. 

Do I remember much towards the end of the night? No, I drank till I felt my body felt light to get rid of these emotions. 

One thing I do remember though is before I went to bed I saw that Elvis had a hotel room next to Hank Snow that was on the other side of the lot from me. What else did I see? Well, just a pretty little whore that walked into his room after he opened it.

Did I imagine it?

No.

I couldn’t. 

Any boy or man is the same. Sex is what drives them and when they want it they get it no matter what the cost is. I slowly sat up feeling groggy and dizzy from the drinking. Pushing the blankets off of my body I turned my view to Cherry’s body. It wasn’t unusual for any of us to sleep in the same bed. It was more of a comfort to us if anything. We were like a tight mixed family that never left each other's side. “Cherry wake up babes.” I stood up and began to stretch a bit. The only clothing I had on was a pair of black panties that hugged my waist well.

Cherry mumbled under her breath still laying down and most likely it was a simple “no, not yet please.” She pulled the covers over her head and I chuckled. 

“Fine, stay in bed but remember that we need to start getting ready for tonight for that hayride shit.” I walked over to the blue chair grabbing my white robe and tightened the tie around my stomach. 

Even though it was hard for me to lose weight and god knows i’ve tried too. That one would notice over time is that real men loved women who had a little bit of weight on them. Especially girls who looked foregin, it was more of a weird awful fetish that men loved and to a certain point would pay to hide away. The world could only change so much and for us -Velvet Pristin- well we forced the world to accept us despite the sexism and racism. I was taught by Mother Dani that we should never be afraid to embrace our bodies or sexuality and that is something I held deep to my heart. 

Being a short woman when most people are tall as fuck and having somewhat dark skin was something that definitely drew in the weird people. Men pictured me as innocent till I’m on stage and since I’m a woman they didn’t have a problem with it till other women get jealous. I don’t want their men, but to make other women flustered I would usually sing to them. It usually rings out which women held in their deep desires to just be with another woman instead of the typical man. 

Have I slept with another woman? Yes.

Have I slept with a man? Well…

“Good, you're finally awake.” Scartella came through the door bringing me out of my thoughts. 

Scartella has always been an early bird ever since we got back to touring the country again. Before we came to Tennessee she was residing in California doing films left and right, even got a role to be Snow White. That was aside from the point though. 

“I am and I am starving.” Before I could leave the room Scartella put a hand on my shoulder stopping me.

“Listen I saw that boy you were staring at last night,”Scartella’s voice went soft and gave me a small smile. “Are you seeing him?” She was completely interested in this type of topic, a little bit too much for my liking. 

“No, I wouldn’t involve myself with a southern boy and especially when all men are the same,” I squinted, shaking my head displeased. Her smile faded and grew a small pout. “I would rather marry a horse or geese than a southern boy.”

“Well that’s not true, not every boy is the same.” Kira interrupted and brought Steven and Hunter into the room with her. “I mean Steven and Hunter are from Tennessee and they are perfect gentlemen.” Kira placed her purse on the couch sitting down. 

“Now I think I won’t even be able to eat now.” I whined under my breath walking back to the edge of the bed.

“I mean some men can be trashy.” Steven spoke, taking his spot next to Kira. 

“I mean well any person can be trashy but it just all depends how you treat them.” Hunter explained taking a sip of his Coca Cola bottle. Of course, the people who were actually in relationships were giving me life advice again. At this point I felt as if this was being planned to talk about. 

“Is there a point to this,” I looked at them just over it all already by now. “I really just want to eat and finish my day so then I can sleep away.” I clasped my hands together and rocked myself a bit back and forth. 

“We saw you talking to Elvis Presley and we got curious to what you both could possibly be talking about,” Hunter asked but was cut off by Scartella getting hyper again shouting “Or what you both possibly could be doing?” She winked. 

Oh my god. 

They think I slept with the Presley boy. 

The silence grew and the tension became unbearable. What kind of answer did they want from me? I sighed and stood up looking at all of them in the eyes. They leaned in for my answer and I couldn’t wait to actually disappoint them at this moment. “You really want to know?” I smiled bending over to them with my hands on my knees. I scrunched my nose and while they nodded frantically they grinned as if they knew the answer. 

“I told him I never want to see his pretty little self again.” I whispered, yet it was so loud of them that their smiles slowly faded and went into disbelief.   

I chuckled and stood up straight. “He has a girlfriend.” I turned on my heel and opened the door. “Also take in mind that even if I had sex with him, it wouldn’t be in a dark room nor would be around anyone to hear.” I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I took a deep inhale and exhaled seeing Greyson standing outside his hotel room already smoking. “Your food is in my room.” I smiled once those beautiful words came out of his mouth. “You are a fucking saint, did you know that?” I asked. 

Greyson scoffed, shaking his head. “Not a saint, just someone who didn’t want to hear you be cranky.” 

I nodded and gave him a goofy grin saying “Good man. You’ll make your wife very proud someday.” 

He scoffed at opening the door to the hotel room for me and I saw Skye doing Dani’s hair as he stuffed his face with a muffin. “Good Morning sunshine.” Skye blurted going back to Dani’s curls. 

“Morning hun’s.” I bit my lip going wide eyed seeing eggs inside a small food box. “Seems like mama just scored.” I snatched the box, opened it and grabbed a fork. I took a small bite of the delicious food and moaned. “Gosh, this is all I wanted.” I sat down in the chair feeling Dani gawking at me.

“Why are you staring at me?” I spoke, keeping my eyes on my food. 

“No reason.” Dani spoke quietly; his accent was thick and heavy.

“Are you going to stay for the Festival tonight Alexis?” Skye proposed. “I mean everyone is going to stay except for Rory and I since tonight is our anniversary.” 

I grew irritated, love is all around me yet no one fitted my standards enough to be with me. I closed my eyes and licked my lips. “Do I have to stay at the festival?” I shot a glare at Skye who never once looked at me this entire time. Some would call me an asshole, others would call me an honest woman, others would call me scary, but in reality I was just mentally tired. “You don’t have to but it would be appreciated if you do stay.” Dani butted in eating one last piece of the muffin off the plate. 

I sighed, dropping my fork and closing the box. I didn’t want to be alone… no one wants to be alone but that’s just how the cookie crumbles. I nodded my head standing up fixing my robe. “Yes I’ll stay as long as there is food or alcohol.” I put the box in the small black trash can.

“Good now go to practice. I'll make sure to get you ready before the festival.” Skye spoke again, never breaking eye contact with Dani’s hair. I inhaled deeply and walked out the door.

Across the hotel lot, I saw the female giggling as she walked out of Elvis' room. It was at this point that my ears felt dead, and my eyes got blurry as I saw Elvis leaning against the door frame watching the girl leave.

There was no doubt in my mind. I knew.

His focus went from the girl to across the lot almost freezing once he saw me. “I know what to write now.” I whispered to myself.

I walked into my hotel room opening the door wide and then looking back to see him still standing there still frozen at his door frame.

-Elvis POV-

  Throughout the entire night it was hell for him watching Alexis laugh and touch other guys arms. Her soft brown eyes, the way the blue dress hugged every curve she had, the soft tan complexion, even after the brief discussion inhaling her intoxicating scent and touching her small gentle hands. Elvis almost felt bad if he accidentally tightened his grip on her when pulling into a different room. He had a girlfriend, Barbara Hearn, his sweet angel. Although the relationship was always on and off he still cared about everything she would think and say.

Why was he thinking about another woman? It wasn’t like him to do that. 

Truth be told the only reason why he knew of Velvet Pristin was due to Barbara loving them and giving her the confidence boost. Barbara was always open to things and that’s what Elvis adored about her. Yet, once Elvis laid eyes on that woman the first time she performed for the Hayride he couldn’t remove his eyes from her.

His blood would boil and continued to drink all night long but it was never enough to get him drunk. He left the event before anyone could notice and went back to the hotel. Colonel Parker set everyone up in hotels while we traveled and well he couldn’t be more thankful for that. God knows that even Elvis couldn’t be able to afford this type of hotel. 

“Yes Mama, I’m stayin’ in at the hotel I’m not leavin’ I promise.” He was cut off by a sudden knock at the door. Elvis thought it was probably Hank Snow asking for him to quiet it down which to his defense he did feel bad here and there. “I’ll call you right back mama. Love you too.” He hung up the phone. 

“Hank I’m,” Elvis opened the door to find a pretty girl standing at his door. Black hair, white skin, red lipstick. Elvis could’ve sworn the devil sent her to tempt him. 

“Hi there.” Her accent was high and southern she gave a seductive smile with fuck me eyes. She walked past Elvis into the room swaying her hips side to side. His breath hitched in the back of his throat looking down and following her steps. This is wrong, Elvis, ask her to leave Elvis. 

No.

He closed the door behind him, missing the shadow that stood at the balcony on the other side of the lot. The girl started to strip from her dress and kicked off her red heels. Elvis this is your last chance, ask her to leave, Elvis. His mind grew cloudy, filled with lust and swallowing hard.

Elvis walked to the window curtains and shut them quickly before turning his view to the girl, observing the way her skin looked soft. Strolling over to the girl he stood towering over her. It was too late. She grabbed his planting small delicate kisses on his knuckles before trailing it down to her chin, neck, then finally to her chest. 

“Well aren’t you just a naughty little thing.” Elvis' tone was husky and filled with want. Laying her back against the bed as her short hair touched the pillow he climbed on top of the girl. She placed her hands on Elvis' shoulders pushing off the shirt he was wearing; he looked down to her waist only for a split second then looked back to her face. Suddenly it wasn’t the same girl he let into his hotel room. It wasn’t Barbara's face he saw. 

Alexis.

This wasn’t real, he had to be drunk even if he swore he wasn’t.

Either way his chest started to puff more and more not wanting to let it end. “You so pretty Mama.” He let those words fall out of his mouth. As the girl giggled he was memorized by the pretty white lie his mind was pulling. The girl lifted her head up smashing both of their lips together. 

His lips became hungry and even though his body knew it wasn’t Alexis he forced the imagination.

The pulled away and watched as he rubbed the wetness between his thumb and pointer finger that was left on her pink panties before looking back at her. 

“Do I turn you on that much, mama?” He gave a wicked grin. All the girl did was let her body answer by nodding, unbuckling Elvis’s belt, exposing the bareness of his lower waist. 

“I’m loving the feeling that you’re giving me more than anything else,” She responded. Elvis allowed himself to sink further into the girl's body so that he could get more comfortable. The girl watched Elvis adjusting his body and feeling the bulge growing in his pants, pushing down his pants. 

The girl flipped them both to where she was on top of his now exposed crotch. She slipped her panties to the side and let her folds be split by his throbbing dick. 

“Lay tight baby. Be a good boy baby,” She pleaded breathily, she spat on her fingers and brought them to her pink clit, rolling it in circles. She exhaled, throwing her head back, shutting her eyes as she grinded against Elvis' long dick. Elvis watched as she was relaxing her body on top of him. “Don’t you wish you could be inside of me, Elvis?” As she continued to finger her sensitive clit. 

“Oh mama,” Elvis groaned loudly.

“Tell me what you’d do to me, Elvis” She moaned. He stared at her, half-lidded with hunger. He watched as his erection was now swollen and fidgeting under between her folds.

“Trust me baby. I’d take care of you.” She moaned. 

She raised her body a bit  still rubbing spirals into your clit, feeling her body reflexively arch against her own fingers as she worked. She couldn’t help but moan loudly, keeping her eyes locked onto his.

All he could picture was Alexis’s tan body, every little thing she could see as an imperfection but would be perfect to him. All Elvis could hear or at least imagine was Alexis' little cries and moans that would sound like music to his ears.

He grabbed a hold of the girl's waist digging his nails as she started to tease the head of his dick against her clit. Letting out a groggy groan he panted.

“Since you want to tease, I’d teach you a lesson.” He shook his head to give her an answer.  

The girl bit at her bottom lip as he spoke, enjoying the way he was still in control even without having to do any work. She let the tip of his dick enter only, inserting it slowly inside. 

“Oh you’re so big, Elvis.” She murmured, her voice falling apart as she went further down his erection. Elvis loved the warmth that was surrounding her erection but all he could picture was how tight he would want Alexis to be. 

“Can I touch you?” He begged, springing forward holding a small piece of her back. She  nodded her head with a toothy grin but moaned out loud when she felt him moving inside of her.

“You’re so good, mama.” He spoke, placing his thumb on her clit, rolling lazy circles. She held her breath as he kissed the girl flicking his tongue against her tongue. She felt the heat from his breath, while her core was in need for him to move inside of her more. She grinded her hips into his feeling him move and twitch more. She shut her eyes tightly moaning into his lips. 

“Open your eyes, mama.” Elvis questioned, breaking up the kiss and flipping her back to when she was laying on the bed. 

In a quick response, quickening his speed inside of her, He dived into her neck, flicking his tongue and biting onto her skin. He was using the fullness of his lips to close around her neck shooting more pleasure to her core.  

“oh–” She cried out, bringing one of her hands to his shoulder and the back of his head, squeezing. He continued slamming his hips into hers going deeper each time and taking the opportunity for his hand to sneak up to find hers, lacing his fingers. She brought her hands up to her chest, pinching her nipples, doing anything she could to keep herself from coming too soon. She was in full bliss that she must’ve forgotten her name. Moans slipped from her throat. “Oh my lord, please, Elvis,” She shouted. Elvis began to chuckle lightly. 

“Don’t worry baby. Keep still,” he groaned. His face was flushed. The girl did as he instructed her, staying in position as he pulled her legs towards her body, burying himself further and deeper. Elvis increased his speed and pressure. 

“Oh Elvis!” She blurted out in a moan, “I’m so close Elvis!” She said, letting her eyes roll back.

She felt him breathing heavily against her neck, and knew that he was just as tired as she was. He was moaning in pleasure as he felt her squeeze around his erection, soon following her as he pulled out cumming onto her stomach. She closed her eyes and let herself fall apart against him, as her legs were shaking uncontrollably. Elvis rose from being on top of her. She watched as he went to the restroom to grab a wet towel and came back to wipe off her stomach.

Once Elvis came back and looked at the girl he didn’t see Alexis’s face anymore. He took in a deep breath and exhaled deeply.

For her it filled her with euphoria and bliss just getting to say she slept with the hottest man in the south. His face was sticky with sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead, showing obvious proof of a shared journey. 

After wiping off the stickiness of the cum he laid in the bed as she cuddled herself into his side. He regretted every moment of this, this wasn’t him. Thinking of another woman, sleeping with another woman. 

He dozed off and as time flew past through the night he woke up to the girl staring at him lovingly. He wanted her gone. He sat up and smiled “I’m sorry but you have to leave,” he was cut off. 

“Mary.” She said after all this time he barely learned her name. 

He didn’t care. He wanted her out. He gave a small smile and chuckle. “Well thank you for the loving night, Mary. But I have to get ready for my day.” She nodded and as she got undressed she picked up her outfit quickly fixing her hair and just threw on the outfit. 

Elvis stood up putting on his trousers with no shirt, he walked Mary to the door and opened it. She gave him a small kiss on the lips and began to walk away biting her lip. 

He was mad at himself and he eyed the girl. 

Turning his sight from the girl he looked across and saw Alexis. 

His breathing stopped and mumbled a small “No…” He straightened his posture and watched as she closed the door to her hotel room. 

Great.

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but then…Gigi

a future forward one shot, circa 1979

Snuggle me Tender

Trust me I laughed and cringed every bit as hard as you over that title but after the strain of pushing this mushiness out of my brain in under twelve hours I haven’t got any sensible titles left in me, ok?

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: next to none? complete fluff and no rancidity for once, just Big Daddy Elvis with a very young baby and a very young wife and tour life and mentions of his health concerns…so much baby talk which I do not apologize for, if you’ve never done it I suggest you do, it adds years to your life. To quote Alex Turner: “I’ve been feelin’ foolish, you should try it.”

Word count: 2,884 is my version of a blurb, ok?

Notes: this is dedicated to my baby Bri whose devastating prompts lead to this whole Gigi endeavor and whose sweetness lightens up my life

Blaring horns end the set with its iconic flourish, their brassy notes echoing in his ears as he exits. It was a good show, a lively audience and Ronnie kept the rhythm together this time and even the sound system was decent for such a packed out stadium. Elvis is satisfied as he takes his final farewell of the sea of glossy, enamored faces, the frenzied send off of their ovation thudding into his veins so thickly he thinks his pulse will jump straight outta his wrists.

He flicks his writs irritably and hooks his thumbs into his belt, hoisting it just that little bit from where his exertions made it creep down and down and ever down, keeping it where it’s not pinching him as he lets the boys hustle him off the stage and into the back hallways in a well worn maneuver. The clapping and roar of the crowd is still deafening and he’s still attuned to it, vibrating like a leaf and the shake, rattle and roll of it pounds along with his chest and more worrisome still is the way his vision flickers with it, like some damn techno scene. But it’s just the fluorescents, and this interminable hallway leading to his dressing room.

And to his girls.

He takes a deep breath and tries to begin the effort of steadying himself just a little before foisting himself on them. It’s easier, so much easier, with them here, but his blood pressure still skyrockets each time he performs and it doesn’t seem like there’s a pill or a regimen out there to prevent it. It might be the death of him one day and awhile back he might have flippantly hoped so.

Now he’s got his girls to live for

and he tries his hardest to moderate himself, to temper himself in between to be the man he wants so badly to learn he is, not just the icon he’s perceived to be. Every step takes him closer to the anecdote and he breathes easier, hiking his belt higher so he can really gulp in those belly expanding breaths and he feels Charlie patting his back, his boys murmuring in an affirmative babble that it was a good show.

Elvis knows it was. He doesn’t need them to tell him. There’s only one persons opinion he gives a shit about right now and she’s probably conked out asleep or at the tit. Both of which sound like damn good options to mimic, in Elvis’ opinion.

Little Miss Erin Love Presley.

She’s become his life and between her and Gigi and Yissa he is bombarded with the insistence that he is wanted to the point that he’s gradually had to assume that, well…that he is -wanted, that is.

He’s wanted. Not just needed.

And so he allows them to fret over his pulse and he agrees to less stimulants when possible and he endeavors to be a more cheerful bastard despite the persistent urge to bite heads off most days.

Ricky jogs ahead of him, opens the door that Sam’s been standing in front of and ushers Elvis inside hurriedly before closing the door behind him, leaving him alone with his little family. Nearly blinded by the change in lighting, Elvis staggers towards where he knows there's a couch in the gloomy dressing room Gigi so considerately dimmed for his sake.

“You were magnificent, daddy!” her soft praise registers more profoundly than all the applause out there and Elvis sinks into the couch utterly spent, yet entirely satisfied.

“Thanks darlin’.” He murmurs with his head tilted back, winded and a thousand miles away but he’s trying to come back down. His hand reaches out for her hip and the give of her soft flesh tethers him to earth.

Gigi doesn’t skip a beat before she’s bending down and unclamping the large buckle from his belly single-handedly with practiced ease, delighting in the relieved groan Elvis lets out as she removes the heavy ornament. She swings it away from him only to replace it with the soft weight of their baby girl.

“I’ll get your medicines, you hold tight.” Gigi soothes, her hand lovingly pushing his hair back from off his damp forehead before she bends to kiss it and he chases her wearily for a taste of her lips which she presses to his ardently before pulling away to go find his pills.

Baby girl is perched on his belly in her tiny sequined onesie, balancing like a Pilates teacher on a ball, her wobbly little neck doing its utmost to stay straight and fix him with her appealing stare. It’s devastatingly effective when paired with her pitifully frustrated little squeaks.

Elvis knows what Lovey wants and a few months ago he might’ve been appalled at the notion of it despite being an utter sap for his daughter. It had seemed too gross to subject her to the post-show sweat and musk that cling to him in moments like these. But like her mommy, the little girl wouldn’t take less than the deepest of intimacies and so he has learned that Lovey will continue her fussing until she feels the warmth of his skin beneath her.

The tiny wrist golden chain around her wrist jangles as she tries to pull herself up the ornate expanse of his jumpsuit front, clawing determinedly up the exquisite sundial motif towards the heaving expanse of his sweaty chest. ‘Return if found’ her bracelet reads and Elvis smirks at the notion of her being put down long enough by either of her parents to be misplaced.

“Hey cuddle bug, hey how’s it goin’, hmm?” he coos to her and finds his voice is fried and gravelly.

Without having to even reach he finds Gigi pressing a plastic cup into his hand that he ravenously accepts along with blood pressure regulators she presses into his palm, small and round and white. He throws them back with exhausted gusto and his baby nearly wobbles backwards in her arc to follow his movements with her big ole baby head.

They made a pretty baby, he and Gigi, how could they not? -but even the prettiest of babies have bowling balls for heads compared to the rest of their body and it still tickles Elvis immensely. He wheezes a laugh into the last of the water while catching her head with his other hand and crushes the cup with something bordering a burp and a groan.

Lovey’s bright little eyes expand just a fraction more at the vibrations against her belly. “ ‘scuse me, miss.” he teases, eyes still wavering blearily as he tries to focus on Gigi rummaging for something at the far end of the dim room. The water makes him feel at least partially alive again and he runs his hand beneath his nose to catch the sweat and what all that is collecting atop his lip.

Heaving in a big breath he feels his hands calm their shakes enough he looks down at Lovey’s valiant attempts to reach the apex of his unzipped suit, clammy baby hands snagging the hair on his belly and tugging. He’s gonna have bald patches down there at this rate, he’s told Gigi this and she just lathers more hippy oil on him and says he’ll be alright -so he guesses he will be.

“Look at you baby, so strong, yes you is, fightin’ gravity like a champ, got yo’self halfway up the sun, yes you has. Want daddy to help ya? Hmm? Yeah? You want a kiss, don’t ya? Me too, I want kisses from my bestest girl.”

He hooks his thumbs beneath the giving flesh of Lovey’s armpits and pulls the floppy length of her higher till she’s balanced on his broad chest, in between his gaping jumpsuit front, watching as she crows and grins the minute she feels his tacky skin beneath her palms. The swell of his belly keeps her high up and her little elbows dig into his soft chest, it’s a well worn ritual to spend her “belly time” on his chest, fascinated by her daddy’s face. It holds her interest more than any gaudy toy or tv show ever could.

Elvis pats her bottom gently with his ringed hand, careful not to pinch her delicate thighs as Lovey kicks and shudders in delight at getting her way. She’s a little masochist, his baby, she drools and coos even as she grips significant portions of his chest hair and tugs in glee as if it’s her own personal shag carpeting to aid her towards scooting up that last little bit needed for her to kiss him on the chin.

“Das it, das it almost there, gonna give daddy a kissy? Gonna gimme kissies? I wan’ ‘em so bad, yes I do!” Elvis pickers his lips and she strains every ounce of her little self to grab ahold of his sideburns. It’s all over then, Lovey is triumphant in her grip, a pack of wild horses can’t tear anythin’ that baby has once she’s grabbed ahold of it. With a gurgly little crow she scoots herself up till she’s able to devour his chin.

She’s quite coordinated when preening her angelic little face up to receive a kiss but upon dishing them out she goes about it like a starved man would a set of pork ribs, open mouthed and with the goal to slobber as much as possible on the recipient. Elvis can’t bear to turn her away ever and in his after-show state of permanent dampness he doesn’t even think twice as a sloppy, gummy and fervent baby adds to the sweat rolling down his throat.

“Fank you.” he murmurs, tilting his head to facilitate her attack, “Fank you so much, ooh, I love your kisses, ya know that? Favorite kisses in the world, yes ‘dey are! Better than any of those out there, Mhmm, way better. Yes, yes better gimmer another -aww thank ya!”

Gigi watches from the side as she finishes her breast pumping by the dimmed vanity as Elvis puckers his cherub lips and pecks at their baby’s matching glossy pink pair. In this moment with their bobbing heads and tender coos and the nearly identical soft forms of them both slouching in their matching jumpsuits -they could be twins. The thought makes her smile and right in this moment there’s a belonging she feels so strongly and richly that her eyes burn with it.

“I thought it went pretty well, mhmm, what’d ya think about the new song, hmm?” he always does this, consults Lovey’s side-of-stage perspective on his show and he swears to Gigi that her feedback is essential for the success of what has been a certainly well received comeback tour. “Yeah I thought so too, ‘could tinker with those background vocals but the bass was tight. Yeah, yeah man, I know, I told ‘em, but they don’t listen, no dey don’t! I know! I know I told ‘em! Can ya believe that, Lovey? Oh well.”

With each of his heavy breaths and remonstrances Elvis’ chest heaves and sends Lovey tilting further and further up to his face till she’s careening alarmingly into the crease of his neck, wedged between it and the couch back. The tip of her tiny body makes Elvis die laughing with a fit of those genuine, hiccuping laughs that their baby loves to mimic until they both end up dry coughing from their mirthful wheezes. He gets them both situated again, Lovey firmly back on the safe expanse of his tacky chest with his hands criss crossed over her tiny back. One of his hands can span the entire width of her little ribcage and folded over each other as his hands are now, they looks like a bejeweled turtle shell sheltering their Lovey’s delicate back.

Gigi packs up her kit and rummages through her sack for Elvis’ glasses before they’re needed for the camera-flash-lit trek back to the hotel.

Lovey lets out a vigorous yawn, suddenly utterly tuckered out from watching her daddy perform and waiting up to kiss him backstage. It catches Elvis’ attention and yet again he’s amazed by the fact he feels even remotely weary himself, like he’s able to tap into his girl’s calmer systems and regulate his own just a little to match them. Not so much a family as a trinity of souls so intertwined they’ve long since lost where one ends and the other begins.

“You sleepy, hmm?” Elvis hums to her and strokes over her head soothingly, “How bout we go back to that nice hotel then, we can eat somethin’ and yer mommy’ll call up Yissa to say goodnight. How’s that sound, hmm?”

Lovey rubs her face into his chest to emphasize how much she needs this sleep plan to be enacted speedily, the tired rub backfiring as his chest hairs tickle her sensitive little nose. Without fail it makes her sneeze violently and afterwards she’ll gaze up him dazedly as if asking for explanation as to her own bodily functions.

“Hutchooo, bwess you.” he thumbs at her sloberdy chin. “Dat was a big one, wasn’t it? Mhmm, daddy’s sorry he’s so fuzzy. Don’t got that problem when ya snugglin’ wif mommy, do ya? Nu-uh, smooth as marble, that pretty girl, ain’t she? Mhmm.” he ponders Gigi’s loveliness with a dreamy look of appreciation and his baby resignedly lays her head in the sweaty thatch of chest hair, wadding it away from her face with a tiny fist, Elvis stares over her head at Gigi who he knows has been playing at being busy to let him wind down.

They share a knowing little smile and Gigi shoves off from her perch on the vanity and clip clops over to him in her strappy heels, bending at the waist and offering him a lovely view down the neck of her dress as she gently fits his tinted glasses on his face. “There, all set.” she murmurs fondly while fiddling with his hair, dabbing at the mess of sweat and drool that the now sleeping baby has left in her wake.

Ricky cracks open the heavy metal door with great care but it’s not enough care to please Elvis who barks

“Gently, for God’s sake, there’s a baby sleepin’ in here!”

and Gigi smirks as she herself gets manhandled by her new husband to sit beside his bulky manspread, for no other reason perhaps than to keep her ass pointed away from Ricky. Gigi suspects that Elvis likes to bark at his traumatized entourage just because he enjoys getting to cite the baby’s needs. He has a baby again, and it’s turned him into more of a bear than a man on this tour. That thought makes Gigi sigh dreamily and she lays her head on Elvis’ shoulder and watches as Lovey’s sleeping breaths stay even and calm despite his outburst, utterly secure in her daddy’s love.

Gigi gets her thigh patted in recognition and she shudders as always from that promising touch, feeling how torn he is between winding down or thrumming off into the astral sphere. Only once they’re in the hotel and snug in the white sheets with Yissa on the phone will she know which way the night will go.

“Car’s all set.” Jerry quietly delivers the message that Ricky fled before he could finish delivering.

“Thanks man.” Elvis nods and after exchanging a look with Gigi asks her, “Ya ready, baby girl?”

“Yes.” she nods and gives him her arm as an aid to heft himself out of his burrow in the couch, his one arm still occupied cradling Lovey to his chest.

Gigi helps him drape his coat around his shoulders, flapping around him like one of his capes, allowing him to pull it over Lovey’s face in the ensuing glare of the photographer’s flashes as they speed down the hallways and into the parking lot, hand in hand.

Lovey is used to the racket, the screams and the pounding of an audience a natural backtrack to her young life. Nevertheless, Elvis moves gingerly, stays calculated in his movements lest he jostle her as he follows Gigi into the car, scooting into his seat as methodically as possible, his exhausted thighs quivering from this last ounce of endurance demanded of them. He succeeds though, Lovey still snoozing and drooling onto his chest by the time the Limo door shuts and they’re off in a streak of light and motion against the night sky.

He can feel Gigi slip her smaller hand into his own on the seat between them, tugging until he surfaces from his trance and turns his face towards her with a relieved sigh to find her always there beside him when he needs it.

“You alright, daddy?” she checks in with him and he watches as her features, so lovingly crafted by a generous God to make her appear young enough to be his baby much less have one herself, are gently lit by the occasional street lamp glowing into their speeding haven.

“Yeah darlin.” Elvis rumbles from deep in his chest, rubbing the back of his knuckles against her soft cheek, watching as Gigi leans into his affections as eagerly as that first night they met, “Never been better. I mean it, gonna need to make this the order of business. You and Lovey waitin’ for me, end of show -I could go on forever like this.”

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forever | austinbutler

note i am in love with this fic. im so sorry its so long i couldnt stop. also let’s pretend austin is a couple years younger in this, it just works better wc 6,645 tw slight age gap, mention of austin’s mum passing, smut, loss of virginity, y/n and austin being so in love its sickening

     “would you wanna come with me to cannes?” you and austin had been talking about the premiere for what seemed like forever, he had asked you over a year ago when he found out about the event, and he was growing more and more excited as the days passed. you’d been dating austin for a year now, but as he kept everything in his life, your relationship with the boy was quite private. 

     austin hated publicity — his mood was instantly ruined whenever he ran into photographers or reporters or saw his name on some phony media outlet. his least favourite part of the job was taking pictures and doing scripted interviews. he loved press conferences and talking about his work, but more than anything he loved his work and staying true to it. it was the thing he was most passionate about in life, his art and the films he created, and he had a hard time doing anything for the ‘publicity’ side of it. austin understood every aspect of the industry but sometimes he wished he could be an actor without being famous, make the movies he did without being a celebrity. and because of this, his hatred for the spotlight, he kept every aspect of his life as private as he could. the two of you, of course, went public with your relationship but you were hardly spotted together other than the occasional grocery store run or taking your dog for a walk. austin did his best to shield you from the public, he knew you weren’t the biggest fan of the industry he worked in so he tried as hard as he could to keep you out of it. so when austin invited you to the premiere of elvis, his biggest movie yet and at one of the biggest film festivals in the world, you couldn’t help but be excited, and a little bit nervous. because not only was this a big moment for him, but it was a big moment for the two of you. 

     while austin went off and did what he needed to do for the movie, you stayed back with his manager, jenelle, who you’d made good friends with over the last year of your relationship austin. the movie was phenomenal, getting a well-deserved 12 minute standing ovation, which was so emotional and raw, seeing everyone’s reactions and honest opinions. everyone loved the movie, and everyone loved austin. this was his make-or-break moment, and you knew in your heart that he had made it. the look on his face, tears stinging to his eyes, told you that he knew it, too. 

     after piling out of the theatre, you followed everyone out to the red carpet, stopping to take pictures with everyone. it wasn’t until austin was done with the cast photos that he found you, and of course the photographers went wild over that. it was exciting, a foreign feeling knowing that the two of you were going to be photographed together, the pictures surfacing sometime tomorrow for everyone in the world to see. jenelle had even made sure to dress you two to match, your dress the same colour as the flower pinned onto austin’s blazer. and if that wasn’t enough, right in the middle of the red carpet, isolated from the crowd in your own little bubble where everyone could see you, austin grabbed your face and kissed you. you heard many uproars, many cheers or calls of your names, but the voices faded away as quick as you had faded into the kiss, your mind blurring as you felt his soft lips work against your own. 

     austin pulled away, keeping his hands on the sides of your neck as he whispered, “i love you.” the smile on your lips couldn’t help but grow as you heard the words fall from his mouth. 

     “i love you too. i’m so proud of you,” you said back, and he smiled before kissing you again. 

     you’d known austin your whole life, being childhood friends since you were born. you were quite a bit younger than him, 21 while austin had just recently turned 26, but as kids the two of you grew up and played together like it was nothing. your families were close, your moms had been life-long best friends, so you spent an absurd amount of time together. when he got older and became a teenager, it became less cool for him to hang out with you, as you were younger and he had his own friends to spend time with, but you still saw each other all the time as your families spent weekends together, going on vacations and summer holidays. when austin’s acting career took off, you and your family even went to support him in a few of his plays or movies that he starred in. you were in high school by the time he landed most of his roles on tv shows that you watched, like zoey 101 or the carrie diaries. you thought it was so cool that you knew someone who was as famous as he was, and bragged about it to all your friends. 

     austin’s mom always knew you had a crush on the boy, and she absolutely adored you, telling your mother that she secretly hoped you would cross paths when you were older and end up getting married. you were 18 when she passed away, austin was 23. he came home for her funeral, stayed in anaheim for about a month or so but you didn’t see much of him then. you exchanged words at the service, giving the boy a hug as he cried into your arms. he saw you later that night as everyone was filing out of the funeral home, and he had given you another hug and a kiss on the forehead. that night, he had said to you, “i love you, y/n. so did she. i know she did.” he seemed so much older to you then, so out of reach as opposed to when you were little kids, running around in your backyard or watching classic old movies at his house. you think it was how much he matured — you were at completely different times in your lives; austin was grown up, making a name for himself, while you were just graduated high school, just beginning to learn how to figure things out. you missed times like when you were younger, and you didn’t really realize how serious your crush on austin was until you began thinking about how close you two were, and how much you missed it. of course, he was so much older than you, so it felt silly and childish to think that way. that was, until you found yourself living in los angeles, pursuing a career that you were extremely passionate about, when you ran into austin on the street. you’d clumsily spilled coffee all over yourself, and upon realizing it was you, he insisted he buy you a new one and take the opportunity to catch up. since then, you’d grown close, and the progression into your relationship felt natural and surprisingly not weird, despite the age difference and the handful of childhood memories. 

     you remember telling austin what his mother had said, about hoping the two of you ended up together. austin’s mom was his favourite person on the planet — you knew how devastated he was when she had passed — and that was something that really brought you closer, was that you understood that part of his life, the grief and how much he missed his mom. no one else he had met fully understood that. and you weren’t sure if it was you that had put the idea in his head about you two being together, telling him about how his mother loved the idea, or if he had come up with it on his own. but either way, austin asked you out not long after that conversation, and it had been over a year since and the two of you were happier than ever. 

     the thing you loved the most about austin was the fact that he knew you so well, much like you knew him. he knew you grew up in a very conservative household, both your parents quite religious and although your mom was a bit more laid back than your father, they had still raised you under very strict conditions. even after you grew up and moved out of the house, you still, subconsciously, stuck to that lifestyle — you’d never had a boyfriend, in your 21 years, and sexuality was something that you hadn’t explored, either. you had grown up with the idea that it was something special, when it came time to lose your virginity, something you shouldn’t give up too easily and it should be perfect and romanticized. unfortunately for you, you still hadn’t found the right person or the right time, and as humiliating as one would think it was to still be a virgin in your early 20s, it wasn’t. not when you were with austin, because surprisingly, he didn’t care. anything you were fine with, he was fine with, and he made sure not to push those boundaries. 

     which is why you loved him so much. 

     “i don’t think i can do any more of these pictures, let’s go,” austin mumbled in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. you nodded, taking his hand and following him towards the crowd gathered by the entrance. you met up with his manager and a few of his co-stars, and before you knew it there was a car being called for austin butler, and the two of you were piling into the backseat and heading off. 

     somehow, the after party even topped the screening of the movie, with all the music, dancing, the champagne and the people. the alcohol had to be your favourite part, though, and as austin had promised you earlier you were getting drunk tonight. open bar and not a cent to be paid, you were downing drinks left and right. thankfully, you knew how to handle your booze, and just stayed at a steady pace all night, enjoying the state you were at. 

     “how excited are you to see the news tomorrow morning?” you said, finding yourself dancing with your boyfriend in the middle of the packed venue, your arms slung around his shoulders as his large hands sat firmly on your waist. “our first big outing. maybe i’ll blow up and get big and famous like you, hey?”

     austin chuckled, staring down at you with narrowing eyes as he smirked. “wouldn’t want the fame to get to your head, there, little one. gotta keep humble, like me.”

     “humble. you’re literally the elvis presley,” you said, rolling your eyes as he threw his head back and laughed. “i don’t get you. how are you so perfect? you just flawlessly executed arguably one of the hardest roles to play, the king himself, and you’re not even phased by it.”

     “let’s get back to talking about you, hey? my favourite subject.” austin moved his hands down to curve over your hips, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “i don’t know who put you in this dress tonight but i want you out of it, now. it’s doing things to me.”

     you giggled, feeling his lips pressing soft kisses along your jawline and your neck as you threaded your fingers into the curls at the back of his head. “speak to jenelle about that one, she got me the stylist.”

     “then i will be having a word with her soon,” he said, kissing your exposed shoulder, “but not before i have one with you. let’s get out of here.”

     “you wanna go?” you asked, a bit surprised at his sudden boldness, but excited nonetheless. “shouldn’t we stay a little longer? it’s your party, after all. i feel like you’re expected to stay.”

     “if i was needed, i would’ve been dragged away by now,” he said, and you knew the boy had a point. “let’s go before they somehow find a reason for taking me away from you. i’ll text jen on the way to the hotel so that way she doesn’t get too mad that i disappeared.” you nodded, and after pressing a quick peck to your lips, austin took your hand and led you out of the venue. 

     the drive back to the hotel wasn’t one of speed, but one of many, many thoughts. up until this point in your relationship with austin, you had done everything except have sex, which he was completely fine with and honestly, you didn’t know where you stood. you were nervous — you knew you wanted to, but a part of you was scared that because you had made it such a big deal your whole life, everything would be so different afterwards. there wasn’t a single inch of you that doubted that austin was the one; he was perfect, understanding, beautiful, and most importantly he made you feel safe when you were with him. you knew that if you felt uncomfortable he would stop, but there was still something picking at your brain, making you wonder if this wasn’t such a good idea. 

     “hey, you all right?” austin asked, snapping you out of your trance. he moved his hand to rest on your thigh, squeezing lightly. you looked between his concerned expression, soothing smile and comforting eyes, to his large hand pressed to your skin, warm to the touch and protecting, like you knew he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. 

     you looked back up at him and nodded with a smile. “yeah, i’m okay.”

     “okay, good. wouldn’t want my girl to be upset,” he said, and your lower lip rolled into your teeth as you tried not to smile too big. yeah, maybe this was a good idea. 

     the car pulled up to the hotel minutes later and austin got out first, holding the door for you as he helped you out of the car. you headed upstairs, the elevator ride agonizingly long and you felt yourself growing impatient as you watched the floor numbers on the screen flicker by. 20 came and you stepped off, following austin to your room. 

     “i think i’m gonna shower before anything else, sitting in that theatre for so long had—” austin couldn’t get his words out before you jumped him, your arms snaking around his neck as you pulled him down and crashed your lips onto his. hesitantly but forward nonetheless, austin kissed you back, holding your waist as he pressed you into him, backing you into the door as he placed his hand on the back of your head to stop you from hitting the wall. you kissed him ferociously, his hand moving to cup your cheek firmly as you parted your lips and let his tongue enter, finding yours hastily before he moaned, feeling your hand tug at his tie. he pulled away, lips parted as you both panted heavily, and austin ran his thumb over your cheek before he breathed out, “i don’t have to shower, if you’re so against the idea that you attack me at the thought of it.” you scrunched up your nose, smacking his arm lightly as he let out a deep laugh. “come on, come shower with me.”

     the two of you got under the water, sharing kisses and laughs as austin washed your hair for you and you spread soap across his body, spending extra time running your hands down his abs. you didn’t think you’d ever get over how beautiful he was, every inch of him, and you smiled at the fact that he was yours. 

     “what are you thinking about?” he asked you, his voice deep as it echoed off the walls in the shower, and you smiled up at him. austin was staring down at you, his lips full, his cupid’s bow carved in beautifully and his nose perfect. you couldn’t believe how gorgeous the man in front of you was, his eyes were easily your favourite colour and you loved the light freckles that scattered across his cheeks, which were sculpted so sharp and handsome. his hair was wet, curls darker now, sitting flat atop his head from the water, and his eyebrows were furrowed inward how they always were when he was looking at you, deep in thought as he studied you as you did him. the two of you spent a lot of time doing that, staring at each other and admiring the other person immensely. that’s another thing you loved so much about austin — there was no doubt in your relationship, you were so in love with each other you couldn’t help but feel it radiate from the other person.  

     “i’m thinking about you.” you answered finally, and austin’s lips curled into a small smirk. a boyish one, where you knew exactly what type of phrase would come out of his mouth next. 

     “thinkin’ about me, hey? what’re you thinking of?” his hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb running along the edge your jaw, eyes travelling down to stare at your lips as he took his own into his teeth, biting down on his lower one as he let his thoughts take over. 

     “just looking at you, how pretty you are.”

     “mm, you think i’m pretty?” he said, his eyes narrowing as his raspy voice rang in your ears, making you close your eyes as you felt his thumb run over your bottom lip. you parted your lips, mumbling a slow mhm as his thumb slipped past your teeth, onto your tongue and you closed your mouth around it. you heard a low growl escape his lips, and then, “i think you’re prettier,” before you fluttered your eyes open. “even prettier like this. doing anything i say.” he tilted your head back, tightening his grip on your jaw as you sucked on his thumb, massaging it with your tongue. “so pretty, y/n.”

     you opened your mouth, causing austin to take his thumb out before leaning down to press his lips to yours, but you stopped him by placing a hand on his chest. “i wanna get out now,” you said, and austin lowered his eyebrows before nodding, reaching behind you to shut off the water. the two of you stepped out, austin wrapping you in a towel before doing the same to himself, grabbing another one to quickly dry his hair and playfully doing the same to yours. 

     austin left the bathroom quicker than you did, leaving you to your lonesome as you stared at yourself in the mirror. a million thoughts entered your mind at once, all of them regarding the same thing, having sex with austin. were you ready? would it hurt? did he even want to with you? what if you were bad at it? was it as amazing as everyone said? you closed your eyes, trying to push all the thoughts aside. you knew you wanted to, and you knew that austin was the boy you loved and trusted most, so you saw no reason not to. plus, if it counted for anything, you really, really wanted to. 

     when you walked out of the bathroom, austin was standing in just his towel, which hung dangerously low on his hips, leafing through a small booklet. at the sound of your footsteps he glanced up, a soft smile playing on his lips. “you wanna order room service? i was thinking we could get some food and just watch a movie. they got netflix on here.”

     your heart swooned at the boy across the room from you. his hair was already started to get back to its natural curls, messy and still damp atop his head, and his tan skin looked amazing and so soft against the white of the towel, which hid what you could somewhat see poking against the fabric underneath. you brought your lower lip between your teeth, hugging your own towel to your chest as you met his eyes, and he raised an eyebrow. “what?”

     you stared longer at him, chewing on your lip. you were just looking at him, already turned on from just the sight of your boyfriend. you thought about the whole night, how sexy he looked in his suit, how good he looked playing elvis… seeing everyone’s reactions and how you got to share that special moment with him; how proud you were of your boyfriend. how proud you were that he was your boyfriend. you were so in love with the boy standing in front of you, it was an overwhelming but comfortable feeling. you looked at him in all his glory, smile playing on his lips, the dim lighting of the one lamp across the room reflecting off his body, showcasing his abs and his sharp v-line drawing your gaze down below his towel. you watched as he raised a hand through his hair, his bicep flexing as he chuckled. “quit lookin’ at me like that.”

     you smiled sheepishly, feeling your cheeks burn as you rolled your lip between your teeth again. 

     “and quit biting your lip like that while you’re at it.” austin made his way over to you, placing his hand on your neck as he leaned down to kiss you. you wished to deepen it, but he pulled away before you had the chance. “you do things you shouldn’t be doin’ to me, y/n.”

     you kept one hand on your chest, holding your towel up, as you brought your other to his face, thumb brushing over his sharp cheekbone as you felt his stubble against your palm. “i love you,” you said softly.

     “i love you too, baby.” he smiled, genuine as it reached his eyes, and the boy dipped down to kiss you again. this time you led it, sliding your tongue to meet his quick as you wrapped both arms around his neck, not caring too much if your towel fell loose. austin held you firm, one hand on your cheek as the other rested on your hip, and he pushed you gently against the frame of the door, kissing you lightly. your lips hardly ghosted over one another, your breaths fanning together as you took a second to bask in the moment. “i love you so much,” he whispered. “so much, y/n.”

     “i know,” you answered, your voice soft, like a cushion for his words as you gazed up at him. your eyes spoke to him, telling him that you felt the exact same, that you were so deeply in love with him, and austin did nothing but connect your lips again. 

     you kissed for a few moments, and you began growing restless. you found yourself reaching for his towel, pulling him closer until your fingers slipped into the top, beginning to untuck it slowly. austin pulled away from you, looking down at your hands and then back up at you. “what’s this?”

     “i want you,” you mumbled, feeling shy under his gaze, until you saw the boy’s menacing look falter under the eye contact you held. you were his weakness. your innocence was something austin had always loved about you, but in that moment you realized it was your lack thereof that would ruin him. 

     “let’s get rid of this,” he instructed, pulling at your towel until it dropped to the floor below you, and you were met with the cold air surrounding you. you weren’t sure what caused you more goosebumps — the breeze, or austin’s eyes. you shivered under his stare, and he brought a hand to your waist, humming as he touched your bare skin lightly. “always so beautiful, sweetheart.”

     austin had seen you naked countless times by now, but you don’t recall ever being as nervous as you were in this moment. 

     the way his hands felt against you lit your skin on fire, and it wasn’t until he had you on your back on the bed, legs pressed together while he was discarding his own towel, that you were completely nerve-free. not a single part of you was scared anymore — you were excited for what was to come, eager to feel him in a way you hadn’t before. because you knew there was only good to come from this. you loved austin so much, you didn’t think there was any more love to give — except for this. you were ready. 

     “you sure, baby?” austin’s words were soft as was his touch, his left hand coming to hold your hip, his right moving to brush the damp hair from your face. he pressed a kiss to your forehead after you nodded, looking down at you. “i don’t want to if you don’t want to.”

     “i want to, aus,” you said, wrapping your small hand around his wrist, glancing up at him reassuringly.

     “okay, baby.” he kissed your forehead again, swiping his thumb across your cheek. “i love you.” you grabbed his face and brought him closer, ghosting your lips over his before returning the three words. austin smiled, meeting you halfway as the two of you crashed your lips against one another, passionately and lovingly, a moment both of you had been waiting for finally here. the excitement you felt building up in your chest was overwhelming, and you remember thinking to yourself, maybe you were too ready. you’d never felt so… hungry, for him, but that only made you kiss him back harder. 

     austin’s fingers found your entrance before anything else did, working into you slowly, but there wasn’t much he needed to do as you were already soaked — you had been since the act in the shower, and just thinking about the close proximity between you two had you growing wetter by the second. 

     “this all for me, baby?” he mused, kissing down in a way that was light and gentle, but all the more sexy. he reached the valley of your breasts, nestling his face in your chest as he looked up at you, pumping his long digits in and out of you. your lips fell parted, eyes shut as you felt the pleasure wash over you. he stretched you out, scissoring his fingers as best he could to prepare you. austin wanted to do the most to have it hurt the least for you, so he kissed his way down to your thighs before settling himself between them and going to work. he’d eaten you out before, but every time seemed better than the last with austin, and you were already feeling yourself building up by the time he was adding his fingers into the mix as well. 

     his tongue lapped up and down, taking long strokes before he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, pushing inside you with his own wetness. you were close, so close, as he flicked his tongue inside you, sucking at your clit, but austin pulled away before you had the chance to feel the full effects of his actions. but that’s exactly what you wanted. 

     “i’ll make you cum later, baby,” he told you, crawling over you as you whined. his hand came to wrap around his cock, lubed with his spit as he pumped himself up and down. “need to feel you first.”

     suddenly, austin dropped his hips and you felt his tip sliding up and down through your lips, and he focused on your clit, your head falling back at the feeling. 

     “this is gonna hurt a bit, baby,” he warned you, ducking his head so he could get a visual. quickly, he looked back up at you, reassuring eyes and his eyebrows raised. “just tell me if you want me to stop, okay? don’t wanna hurt you too bad.”

     you nodded, looking at him. austin dipped down to place a sweet kiss on your lips, lowering himself down to rest on his forearms, his lips hovering above yours as he lined up the tip with your opening, pumping himself in at a slow pace. you felt him slip in, not thinking it was too bad, until you realized there was more to go, and it hurt more with every inch. you winced, moving your hand to grab onto his bicep, and austin looked down at you. 

     “too much, baby?”

     you shook your head, squeezing your eyes as you mumbled, “keep going.” austin moved a hand to cup your face, his thumb dragging across your cheek soothingly as he pushed himself in farther. you felt him stretch you out quite uncomfortably, and it was only a few seconds until you felt austin bottom out in you, a low groan leaving his lips, one you hadn’t heard from him before. not like this. 

     “you alright, love?” he asked, voice deep as he stilled himself in you, and you nodded. slowly, he began thrusting his hips, and you couldn’t tell if the pain was getting worse or better. you didn’t say anything though, hoping that the pain would ride itself out, and it did as austin picked up the pace, moving his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm now. you were still stretched out in an uncomfortable way but you found pleasure in it, and hearing your boyfriend’s moans definitely helped the case. 

     “holy fuck, y/n,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes rolled to the back of his head as he pounded into you slowly, pulling out at an agonizing pace before shooting his hips forward. you were moaning loudly, head thrown back as you had your legs wrapped loosely around austin’s hips. “fuck, sweetheart. you feel so fucking good.”

     you didn’t know it was possible, but austin speaking to you in that low, raspy voice had you feeling even better, and your moans picked up as he did so. his hips were snapping back and forth into you as a reasonable pace now, and austin pushed himself up onto his hands as he picked up speed. he moved a hand to rest on the back of your thigh, pushing your leg back to fuck you at a different angle, and he positioned himself higher, hovering over you now. the chain he wore dangled above you, his full lower lip caught between his teeth as his messy curls fell over his forehead. a thin layer of sweat built across the boy’s skin, his biceps looking massive above you and his shoulders indented with the move of his muscles. you couldn’t help but watch him, and of course, you were loving the sex, but you were so caught up in his reason of being. austin noticed you staring at him, and he met your eyes in a way that was so raw, the two of you connecting in such a humanized moment, so passionate and honest. 

     “i love you,” austin breathed, his hand moving to cup your cheek, thumb resting on your lips as he pulled them apart. 

     “i love you,” you whispered back, taking his thumb on your tongue as you felt him push into you, squeezing around him causing him to squeeze his eyes shut, his lips falling apart. your nails dug into his bicep, your other hand tugging at the roots of his hair. austin dipped down, his lips attaching to your neck, sure to leave marks for tomorrow to see as he nipped at your skin. you moaned, leaning your head back to give him more space as you pulled at his hair, tightening your legs around him as he dropped his hips down, slowing his pace. 

     “so tight for me, baby, holy fuck.” austin brought his lips to yours again, not quite kissing you but hovering his lips against yours as his hand wrapped around your throat lightly. “you wanna do something for me, darling?” you hummed, nodding. you’d do anything for him in that moment. “get on top, honey. want you to ride me.”

     willingly, you nodded, and austin flipped the two of you over expertly before helping you on top, your legs on either sides of him. he lined his cock up with your entrance, and this position felt a lot different than the last. it didn’t hurt as bad, this time, going in, but it was still uncomfortable and you pressed a hand to his stomach to stop him. 

     “all you, baby,” he said, moving his hands to hold your hips, and slowly you rocked yourself back and forth until naturally, he was all the way inside you. he hissed at the newfound feeling, head falling back as he mumbled, “fu-uck, baby.”

     you kept your hand on his abdomen as you sat on his cock, unsure of how to go about riding him, and austin soon picked up on your hesitance as he opened his eyes to look at you again. he sat up slightly, dragging you with him before he instructed you. “just bounce up and down on it, baby. you got it.” you did as he said, leaning forward slightly to get a rhythm. you moved up and down, feeling him sliding in and out of you with each movement. “mm, just like that baby. such a good girl.” his praise made you want to do better, so you picked up your pace. 

     after a few minutes, you decided to try something new, feeling a bit bold. you spread your legs wider, leaning back as you began grinding down on him, rolling your hips over and back. you weren’t sure if that felt good for him, but fuck did it feel good for you, and you didn’t know it but that was enough for austin. seeing you in bliss, head thrown back with your eyes rolled up in pleasure, was enough to make him finish himself off. but he didn’t want to yet — not now. 

     “you like that, baby?” austin said, voice low and raspy as you felt his hand wrap around your throat. you moaned, falling down onto his chest as you knelt on the bed, straddling him. his dick was inside of you, ready to fall out from the angle you were at, and austin lifted his thighs to change that. suddenly, he began fucking into you, his hand coming down to smack your ass, leaving a stinging feeling and a mark in its place as he pounded into you. “tell me how much you like it.”

     at his request but also at his sudden change of pace, the filthiest moans fell from your lips, his name spilling along with a few curse words, and austin could’ve sworn he’d never heard something so pretty as the way his name sounded coming from your lips like this. 

     he flipped the two of you over again, laying you down on your back as he pushed into you again and again, his thrusts fast and his motions hard as he hit your g-spot every time, making you see stars and you grasped onto the sheets with the same ferocity he gripped your thighs with. the intensity was nothing like you’d felt before, you were breathless and wanting more, not wanting the feeling to end but desperate for some sort of release. you knew you were getting close, the amount of orgasms austin had rocked you through before this were countless, but you begged for this one. 

     “aus,” you breathed, and the boy slowed his actions to look at you. “i’m so close, please.” 

     he grunted, thrusting hard into you, feeling your walls squeeze around him as he pulled out only to push even harder back into you. “you wanna cum, baby?” you nodded, whining as he moved his hand from your throat down to your clit. with the pads of his fingers, austin began rubbing at your bud, circling it lightly as he watched you chase your high underneath him. a sight he never wanted to go without seeing again. “so fucking hot, baby, holy fuck.”

     you arched your back, feeling your sensitivity building up as he worked you closer and closer. austin mumbled something about wanting to cum with you, and you weren’t exactly sure what he meant until you felt him start fucking you again. he brought one hand to your leg, pushing it back to stretch you out, giving him more to work with as he sat back, pulling you closer. his hips snapped back, pushing into you as his fingers worked you over. 

     “don’t cum until i say so,” he ordered, and you whimpered as his digits toyed over your clit, the pressure in your stomach building and building. the speed at which he was pounding into you was enough to make you finish, but you were desperate to follow his orders, so you held back. austin moved your leg to rest on your shoulder, straying his fingers from you as he dropped his hips down and bottomed out in you, a loud moan falling from your lips as you gasped. “that feel good, baby?”

     “please,” you whined, squeezing his bicep as your lips fell parted. austin chuckled, loving the sight of seeing you begging for it underneath him. his fingers moved back over your clit, and you gasped again, jolting under his touch. 

     “so needy, baby,” he teased, pressing his digits against you firmly. “can’t take it anymore, sweetheart? want me to fill you up with my cum?”

     you nodded, whimpering desperately as he smirked, circling fast patterns into your clit. from the way your thighs jumped, he knew you were on the edge, and austin pounded into you a few more times before he was there himself. his fingers dug into the skin of your thigh, his lip between his teeth as he tried to hold back for you. 

     “open your eyes for me, baby,” he moaned, and the sight of your irises made the boy feel warm. “gonna cum now, want you with me. okay baby?” you nodded, feeling your stomach tighten. austin cursed, looking at you with such filth and lust in his eyes. “fuck, baby. you’re such a good girl for daddy.”

     his fingers flicked over your clit wildly, and as austin was chasing his own high, thrusting into you quickly, you felt yourself coming undone beneath his touch. soon enough, you were spiralling, and the sight of you orgasming underneath him had austin shooting into you as well, coating your walls with his cum. loud, breathy and shaky moans came from both of you, his hands gripping you tightly as you arched your back, moaning out his name while your fingers dug into his arms. the pleasure washed over you in a feeling that had you shaking, your thighs trembling and your mind fuzzy. it was the best orgasm of your life, and seeing austin leaning over you, his shoulder shaking as he held himself above you, you could’ve sworn this was what cloud 9 was. 

     after a few moments, basking in each other’s presence, austin sat back, letting his hands run up and down your legs,

before slowly pulling out of you. you winced slightly, feeling his cum follow as he stood up to find you a towel. he came back, kneeling over you as he cleaned you up gently. afterwards, austin crawled right back into bed with you, pulling you into his arms and the two of you under the covers. he kissed your lips, then your forehead, your nose, cheeks, chin, all over. you giggled, pushing him away playfully but he only tightened his hold on you. 

     “i love you, y/n,” he said, a hint of seriousness in his tone. you lifted your head up to look at him, his arm snug around your waist as he held you from behind. you repositioned yourself slightly to look at him, eyes scanning his. “i’ve never felt this way before. about anyone — about anything.”

     your heart picked up in your chest at his words, at his face, his lips, his eyes. everything about the boy was beautiful, from his physical appearance to his soul. you couldn’t help but feel so lucky. “i love you too, aus.” you reached up to cup his face, your touch soft. “so, so much.”

     from the moment you were born, you’d been in love with the boy. maybe you didn’t know it when you were two, and he was teaching you how to spell simple words on your playing blocks, and maybe you disguised it as a crush when you were seeing him on your television at the age of 15. but you had known in your heart the whole time that you loved him. his mom had known, and she believed it more than anyone else. and ultimately, you knew that meant more to austin than anything else. you meant more to austin than anything else. 

     and he planned to keep it that way.

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[gravidwithlore]

An Elvis impersonator, dressed in a cheap remake of the iconic jumpsuit and about to go onstage, but a rival (or even an ex) pours a mystery potion in their drink when they're not looking. While they're performing their costume begins to feel tighter and tighter, until they realize their belly and chest have swelled so much they look like they've just hit the 3rd trimester, and they can see they're still growing. Panicked, but still a professional, they continue performing as the thin fabric begins the come apart at the seams, the cheap zipper begins to unzip itself, slowly exposing their swelling leaky tits.

By the time they get to their big finale, they look well past overdue with twins, the top of the jumpsuit around their shoulders, barely containing the breasts that jiggle and bounce and leak with every movement of the performance. The stitches on the sides gave up a long time ago, so stretched across their gravid form it gave the costume the appearance that it had extremely revealing side cutouts, rather than the truth of it being ripped apart. Through whats left of the thin cheap bedazzled fabric, the crowd can clearly see the first kicks of the performers massive brood as they waddle and heave themselves through their final number.

Whoever did this to them expected to shame the performer and ruin their career, but the Elvis impersonator finishes their performance to a standing ovation from largest crowd they've ever had. Later, in their dressing room, now in the t-shirt and sweatpants that fit just a few short hours ago when they arrived at the venue, they're approached by a big shot producer, who so kindly offered to rub their stretch mark littered belly and quell the roiling kicks of their large litter while they negotiate a contract. The performer is going to have quite a few mouths to feed quite soon after all. As they're signing a million dollar deal, they feel their water break and the head of their first child beginning to stretch their birth canal open.

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[bcofl0ve]

Wherever You Go (I'll Follow)

pairing: austin butler x reader

summary: the cannes film festival is your first big press event and when your nerves get the best of you you're worried that austin will want someone who can keep up with his lifestyle. hurt/comfort with a lil' fluff.

a/n: i've written fic for years but this is my first time ever writing *insert person* x reader. still getting the hang of it, but i hope y'all enjoy it! and pls feel free to send me prompts!

xxx

You loved Austin, more than just about anything. You’d follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked you to, and more or less had been since Elvis production began just a few weeks after you got together. Having only met through him coming into a restaurant you worked at you’d expected to feel like an outsider among the Hollywood hullabaloo, and it was a nice surprise to find the opposite to be true. The cast and crew had become family over the past few years, and having a front row seat to your boyfriend’s performance of a lifetime was something you’d never forget.

Promotion season kicking into gear, however, had been making your head hurt. And the Cannes premiere rounded the corner while you were still struggling to find your footing in it all.

Austin could sense your nerves from the moment you got to the hotel in France, and had arranged for his driver, Mikey, to drop you at a side entrance to avoid the press going in. But you’d stopped him from making the same arrangement for after the screening.

“This screening is the first night of the rest of your life Aus,” You’d said in bed the night before, Austin carding a hand through your hair as you looked up from where you were resting on his chest. “There’s nothing I want more than to walk out of the theater with you celebrating that.”

Nerves and all, you meant every word.

It turned out to be easy enough to forget about what was coming after when the film started to roll, Austin squeezing your hand and chewing nervously on his bottom lip as the Suspicious Mind vocals filled the auditorium. You alternated between watching the movie and watching him, the look in his eyes all you’d wanted for him throughout this whole process. This was it. He’d “made it” in every sense of the phrase.

The twelve minute standing ovation was a nice touch too, you thought, Austin grabbing you around the waist with one arm and swiping at his teary eyes with his free hand.

“I’m so proud of you,” You whispered in his direction and he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head with a soft “Thank you baby,” 

As things started to quiet down and people began trickling out, he looked between you and the door, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Are you sure you’re okay to walk with us? I can call Mikey and have him bring the car around the back for you, we shouldn’t be that long,”

You shook your head, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers. “I’m okay,”

He didn’t look like he completely believed that, but before he could question it you were being shuffled out the door behind Baz, everyone else falling behind the three of you.

You’d known that you’d be stepping out of the building into a decent amount of chaos, but the instantaneous flashing and yelling still made you flinch in surprise, Austin squeezing your hand three times as you crossed the threshold.

One of his managers, Kayla, weaved her way through the crowd behind you to his opposite side, doing a one over of both sides of the barricades. “We’re just going to take some photos, greet some fans and we’ll be out- no interviews and if someone tries just thank them for their time and walk,” She whispered, and gave you both a shoulder squeeze before disappearing again.

The two of you kept walking, and you tried to focus on your boyfriend as opposed to the hoards of strangers.

“Austin, is that your girlfriend?” Someone yelled and when you turned your head to see who you were damn near blinded by flashing cameras, your heart started to race in your chest. Your relationship hadn’t been a secret, but it wasn’t exactly huge public knowledge either, this event marking the first time that it would be.

“Sure is, beautiful right?” Austin shouted back and you managed a smile even with the anxiety that had started coursing through you, hoping that the photos being captured didn’t capture the tears you felt stinging behind your eyes. 

You loved Austin to death. But this had quickly become overwhelming.

You felt his hand slip out of yours and blinked in confusion, quickly realizing Baz had tugged him over for a photo op, which would’ve been fine. If you weren’t suddenly standing alone in what felt like the eye of a hurricane.

Trying to reassure yourself under your breath, you wrung your hands together waiting for Austin to come back. 

Starting to zone out, you didn’t realize he had come back until you felt both of his hands grabbing at your hips and heard him turning to the side to shout something you didn’t quite catch before turning back to you, lowering his voice.

“Y/N, our driver is right down there,” He said and pointed down the street at the familiar black car, one hand still massaging your side. “Kayla is gonna take you and I’ll be right there,” He continued and you felt even more nauseous now because you’d promised up and down you’d be fine only to ruin the biggest night of his career so far.

But before you could protest, Kayla swept you away, a protective hand on your back she hustled you down the street to the car. She grabbed a water bottle from the front seat to pass back to you, wearing a sympathetic smile.

Unable to stop the tears building from spilling out now that you were away from the crowd, you held the plastic with shaky hands.

“I feel,” You started, chest rising and falling faster than it normally did. “I feel horrible, this was such a big night for him and now all they’re going to be asking about is his girlfriend acting like a three year old over a little press,”

“You were not acting like a three year old and that was not a little press,” She responded, a hand on your knee. “You got overwhelmed- it happens, and I know for a fact that Austin doesn’t think you ruined anything. I barely convinced him to stay for a few more minutes because he wanted to just leave with us,”

You gave a little nod to that, taking a sip of water and a deep breath. 

Sure everyone got overwhelmed but this was only the beginning. Austin’s career was speeding up, not slowing down, and you couldn’t keep the thought that he probably wanted a partner that could keep up from creeping into your mind. Looking at the floor of the car, you picked at your nail beds. All good things eventually came to an end. This was bound to be no different.

You recognized the sound of his running before you saw Austin appear outside of the passenger side door out of the corner of your eye, breathing almost as heavy as yours was.

“Hey baby,” He rushed out, slamming the door shut behind him. You turned your gaze up just enough to meet his eyes, and see his face fall when he realized you’d been crying. 

That look alone was enough to get the waterworks going all over again, Austin scooting closer and pulling you into his arms, pressing his face into the side of your head. 

“I’m right here, God- I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have let Kayla tell me to hang back,” He rambled out and you shook your head against his shoulder, pulling back and sniffling.

“She was just doing her job, you were doing your job and I couldn't handle it and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to so if you want someone who can then I understand, we can break-”

“Y/N,” He cut you off before you could finish that thought, grabbing one of your hands from where you were wiping your eyes, the pad of his thumb circling your wrist. “I need you to listen to me, okay?” 

Starting to feel a smidgen calmer, mostly from his touch, you managed to give a little nod.

“You’re not wrong that things are going to be like that, and maybe a little worse from here on out, you’re not. If you wanna take baby steps to get used to it we can meet with Kayla and figure out how to do that,” He started, speaking softly. “But if you never get used to it or like it then we’ll make that work too, because I love you. I love you so much, and that’ll never change.”

You managed to look up then, overwhelmed for different reasons now, chief among them not fully understanding what you did to deserve the man who was near in tears reassuring you.  You cracked a tiny half smile and his face perked up at that, a hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“There’s my pretty girl,”

“Your best girl?” You quipped back, dropping your voice into the best Elvis accent you could do through the lump that was still in your throat. 

He laughed softly and pulled back enough to click his seatbelt as the car started to move, pushing the body strap behind his shoulder so he could lean in to kiss you, hands falling back to your face and upper neck.

You let your hands wander to the lapels of his suit jacket as you kissed him back, being as close to each other as physically possible within the backseat of a car pushing every other worry from your mind.

xxx

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[infernalodie]

𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫

“𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶“

Inspo: Kacey Musgraves - Can’t Help Falling In Love

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: You wanted to surprise him on his biggest night.

Warnings: Just fluff that could suffocate you.

Words 808

Tonight was the Canne’s Film Festival and you were here to support your husband, who was playing Elvis in the latest biopic of the Memphis legend. It was a fantastic time for you, Austin, and your daughter, Amelie. This was the most exposure Austin had received for a role and his performance ever and you made sure to let him know how proud you were.

Originally, you were supposed to be back home recording your next studio album. But Baz had requested you to fly out and surprise Austin and Amelie. So, always having known your parents to choose family over work, you took the offer. Getting a flight to Mougins and getting a personal escort to the theatre showing the premiere. Thankfully, since no one expected you to be here, no one exactly noticed you considering the security was quick to get you inside and near the front where a piano sat.

But when you entered, you walked in on the longest standing ovation in history. You could see everyone in the room facing Austin, Baz, Precila, and Olivia. Austin had tears rolling down his face, making a smile form on your lips as a security guard motioned you towards the piano. Silently telling you your little surprise was coming up.

So, with the slightest bit of urgency, you quickly tried sneaking your way over. Waving at the few people that noticed you in your subtle dress. But you slid onto the bench, carefully opening the case and adjusting the mic stand before placing your hands in your lap. Waiting for the signal by Baz or another official to start. You had the song in mind already as in the time Austin was playing Elvis, you were getting an earful of the Memphis singer. So, you knew it had to be one of the legend's songs.

When the standing ovation had ended, Baz had been given a mic. After a bit of his speech, he sighed. “It would be a lie if I said that was it,” he announced. “Um, when Austin came onto the project, I had met his wife and daughter, Y/n and Amelie.” The little girl, who was sat in Austin’s arms, grinned wildly at the mere mention of her name. You still weren’t sure how she was going to handle the whole fame ordeal when she got older.

“Y/n is a wonderful woman and a massive innovator to the entirety of music, but I told her- I said, ‘Y/n, I’m going to need you on the soundtrack of this movie, immediately.’” The crowd laughed with Baz as he chuckled. “And she humbly provided a beautiful cover of one of my favourite songs by Elvis. Tonight though, she is here to provide you with a live performance. Everyone, Y/n Butler!”

Austin felt his heart shoot up to his throat as he followed where Baz had motioned to, finding your tearful gaze. Your same beautiful smile on your lips as you waved. Turning to the page with the notes for the piano, you allowed the room to quiet before you began to play.

“Wise men say. Only fools rush in.” Your godly vocal’s carried through the speakers in a soft timbre that eased Austin’s mind. His eyes focused solely on you, never faltering even when Baz touched his shoulder. “But I can’t hello falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin. If I can’t help fall in love with you.”

Austin held Amelie in his arms as he moved down the row of seats. Eyes clouded with tears as he settled down at the bench where you glanced at the pair. Smiling brightly at your husband, who tried to offer the same without breaking his composure.

“Like a river flows. Surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes. Some things are meant to be.” As suddenly as it could’ve been, Austin had adjusted on the bench and moved closer to the mic. One of his hands found your thigh where it stayed as he sang the last verse with you. “Take my hand. Take my whole life, too. For I can't help falling in love with you.”

And it only took a few moments before the crowd watching cheered and clapped. You gave friendly thankful smiles with your attention landing on your husband. Catching him trying desperately to wipe away his tears.

But you found your heart swelling at the sight as you quickly grabbed his wrists and kissed the tears away. Feeling how warm his skin became just by the simple acts of affection and love. “You don’t need to hide from me, honey,” you whispered. “You deserve every bit of love and attention you get.”

With one last lingering kiss on his forehead, you smiled. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

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[butler-on-beale-street]

Let Me Call You Mama | Austin Butler X Reader | Part 1

Warnings: Minors absolutely DNI, This fic is 18+ only. Oral, giving and receiving. Lots of background and slow burn. More warnings to come...this is just a taste.

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: I decided to break this into two parts to give the reader a little relief between parts. I didn't want the story to feel like a marathon. The second part will be out soon. I hope you enjoy this first part!

After a twelve-minute standing ovation, he really just wants to celebrate with you.

“Hey baby, where do you think we can get some dinner here?” Austin asked you with a smirk.

“In the middle of France at–” you looked at your phone. “12:13 am?” You looked back up at him. “Your best bet is some bread and butter back at the air bnb.” You watched as he flashed you a brilliant smile, pinching his cupid’s bow with his index finger and thumb in the mannerism you knew so well. 

“Honey, I’m so unbelievably proud of you,” you said, reaching for his hand. Tonight was the first official screening of Elvis at the Cannes Film Festival. You knew how anxious Austin had been for this evening. Every time you could sense his discomfort, you’d tell him the same words. “Baby, you’ve already done the hard work. You’ve worked for almost three years for the role. You deserve to be rewarded for it.” Now, you walked down a sloped cobblestone walkway with him by your side. With his hand in yours, you felt whole. You were grateful to share such a momentous occasion with the man you loved. 

“A twelve minute ovation…” he said, mostly to himself. “That’s how long Baz said they stood.” You nodded silently as Austin stood, staring at the starlit sky. “Do you think he’d be proud of me?” He asked. 

“Who, Elvis?” He eyed you from the side before returning his gaze above. “I think he’d be honored to have had such a wonderful and dedicated actor portray him. To have told his story with dignity.”

He lowered his gaze back to you before leaning to the side to kiss you on the top of your head before continuing to walk. “I’ve always wanted to do something that mattered. This was my opportunity.” His tone was reflective and thoughtful. “I just wish mom could have been here.”

“I don’t know what comes after life. But what I do know is that your mom was so proud of you, Austin. She IS proud of you. I can feel it. Did you not feel the electricity in the room earlier? There is absolutely no way she wasn’t there with you.” 

There was silence between the two of you as you walked toward the airbnb. It was only two blocks away, so you both agreed that there was no need to order a car. “Thank you,” he said, finally. 

“Of course, baby. I’ll always be here for you.” You squeezed his hand. “I’m blessed to be here with you.” He smiled softly in response to you, pulling you into him as you walked. 

“You’re the only one at the end of the day that I’ll ever need, baby. As long as you’re with me, I’m a better man.” You couldn’t help but blush into his chest as you walked. 

“You just always seem to know what to say.” You murmured, squeezing him as you walked. Suddenly, you felt yourself being whisked off of the ground. You yelped as you felt Austin grip your body to his, his arm braced securely under your knee and another around your back. 

“I’m gonna fall!” you sputtered in hushed panic. 

“I’d never let you fall.” He watched you from above, his eyes deep in thought. There was an unspoken proposition flitting between you in the moment, and no words seemed appropriate in the moment. You wanted him and he most certainly wanted you. “I’ll always catch you, baby.” You stared into his crystal eyes for an extended moment as he landed with you on the front step of the rental. 

“Promise?” You asked, knowing of course what his answer would be. 

“Always. Except, unfortunately, I gotta put you down to get the keys,” he said with a chuckle that made your stomach churn with butterflies. “Didn’t really think about that.” He set you on your feet and you waited for him to put the keys in the lock. You couldn’t help but giggle while you watched him struggle to get the key into the door. 

“Having some trouble there?” You asked, your cheeks pulling up in an eager grin. You could hear him mumbling to himself as he struggled before announcing “Aha!” He pushed the door open with force and you watched it crash against the wall before bouncing back between the two of you. There was a moment of silence between the two of you as you both stood in the doorway. In that moment, you could see in his eyes the question on the table. Your smile faded into something more serious and contemplative as his eyes danced between your lips and your eyes, drifting back and forth within the slowed moment. 

“Y/n–” He murmured in an almost whisper, asking to take you. You stopped him, choosing to live in the moment. You looked at him, taking his hand and nodded.

 “Please.” That was all he needed to hear. In the next moment, you were swept back into his arms and moved through the threshold of the house without another word. Austin kicked the door shut behind you and strode towards the bedroom, not bothering to turn on any lights. He kneed the second door open and padded into the bedroom, laying you lovingly upon the mattress. 

“Come here,” you beckoned him downward to you. You watched as he tore off his suit jacket, throwing it to the floor. Within a second, he was kneeled over you, staring into your soul. You brought your fingers up to his bowtie, untying it feverishly, pulling it into a long black ribbon that fluttered to the floor. He was unbelievably sexy dressed like this. This was the man that so many people were going crazy for. You knew that Austin was well within the realm of becoming America's next huge film sensation–but the man with you tonight loved you. Loved you. 

“Hey baby, what’re you thinking about down there?” He asked, pulling you out of your stupor. He met your eyes, trying to read your expression. 

You pulled at his cotton dress shirt, unbuttoning it. You shook your head, perhaps even reassuring yourself. “Just thinking about you. How proud I am of you. My movie star.” 

You watched as blush creeped up his neck and cheeks. “Baby, you’re the only woman I ever think about. I love you so much.” He leaned over you, kissing you softly on the lips. 

“You’re going to have the world at your fingertips, Austin,” you said, pulling his shirt apart to reveal his bare chest.You ran your hands over his sides as he watched you. 

He bent down to kiss you on your neck before whispering in your ear. “You are my world, Y/n. Always.” If any man knew how to make you feel loved, it was him. Without giving you more time to think on it, his hands shot underneath you, flipping you so that you were now on top of him. You sat up on his lap as his hands pulled at the hem of your silk dress. He pulled it up your legs and thighs and you lifted your hands over your head for him to bend upward and pull the garment over your head. 

“Why so red?” you asked, remarking on his face which was becoming noticeably pink in color. 

“Um…uh. You went to Cannes with no panties?” You felt his fingertips glide about your bare ass and hips. 

“Honey, silk hides nothing. Especially not panty lines.” You leaned over him, now completely nude. You hadn’t worn a bra either, and you could only imagine the pictures that would appear tomorrow showcasing your nipples through the delicate fabric for the world to see. 

“Makes me jealous to think everyone gets to see these,” He murmured as he pulled you down, latching on to one of your breasts with the velvet touch of his full lips. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip, letting your head fall back as he rolled your nipple with the tip of his tongue in a figure-8 pattern. You could feel the light prickle of his stubble against your skin. 

“Mm, but they don’t get to touch, do they?” You posed the question flirtatiously, as if this man weren’t already underneath you. 

You observed his eyes shift with a cocky glint, his lips pulling into a determined smirk. “No one gets to touch you except me.” His hands gripped your body hungrily, craning his neck to kiss your skin and sink his teeth into the softness of your breasts and down your belly. 

“Then touch me. Like the entire world is watching.” You challenged him, evening your gaze with his. “I want you to fuck me like—” you paused, attempting to pull words together. “You know how you felt tonight? So honored and proud of yourself? Feeling sexy and wanted by every woman and man in that room?” Your fingertips swirled on his chest as you contemplated. “I want–I need you to fuck me so good that you turn yourself on.” The filth that was spilling from your mouth surprised you, but you meant every word. Watching Austin accept so much kudos and admiration from film critics, producers and officials was quite a sight. He was always especially understated in his demeanor. He was extremely attractive; enough to be America’s next heart throb.

 In real life, Austin was an enigma; he loved being behind the camera, but never in front of an audience. His art was sacred to him, almost holy ground to him. The dedication and tireless hours that he spent with his craft continued to leave you in awe. You admired your boyfriend, and for many reasons. The optimism and love he had for life always kept you chasing the next big endeavor alongside him. But just as you chased the rest of his life with him, you also chased him. You wanted to share that fire that he felt for film. You wanted to be that fire for him. 

“Unlike some sorry bastards, I don’t have to pretend when I’m with you, baby. You’re the love of my life.” the way he said it erased any fear or doubt in your head in an instant. 

“Wait,” you said, pulling away from him to look him in the eye. “Austin, really?” You asked, tears springing to your eyes. 

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He assured you, swiping a tear from your cheek before leaning upward to kiss you.

You kissed him deeply, your core set ablaze with a need that was beginning to take over completely. “Take me, Austin. Please.” He pulled his arms around you, rolling with you back into your original position. Feverishly, he pulled at his shirt, pulling it off of his arms and tossing it to the floor. You heard him as his fingers flew to his belt, unfastening and ripping it from the belt loops of his pants. You heard the zipper pull open and tilted your head to watch them sink to the floor, exposing his bare legs and thighs. You sat up and scooted towards him, bringing your hands to the waistband of his underwear. “Let me,” you murmured, pulling them down his hips and ass before sliding them the rest of the way down to the floor. Here, he stood completely naked in front of you, completely vulnerable. “The most handsome man I have ever seen,” you said sweetly, stroking his thigh softly with your thumb. 

“Please, baby” He said, the learned southern drawl falling from his lips in a saccharine tone. 

“Say that again. I want to hear you say it,” you asked as you took his erection in your hand. You watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head as you began to stroke him slowly. 

“Fuck, baby. Please touch me, just like that.” You would never get tired of the way he spoke, the deep smoky tone stealing your breath away constantly. With your thumb, you rolled slow circles upon the head of his cock, dispersing the bead of slick precum around and underneath the tip. “Baby…” he whispered, his voice completely devoid of tone. 

“I know, baby. I know you need me.” You cooed to him as leaned in to tease him with the tip of your tongue, flicking it every which way. It made you feel powerful to be the one in control, and not in a performative way. You would be the one responsible for his whimpers, whines and groans. If he was good, you’d be the one to make him cum, too. You took him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and lolling your tongue around him. You felt his hand move to your hair, undoing the neat hairstyle you had worn to the screening. Your hair fell in tendrils about your face as it fell free. His fingertips brushed your cheeks and temples as he swept it up in a makeshift ponytail, looping the stray hairs around his knuckles. Gaining back just enough control, he steadied his footing beneath you and pulled on your hair like his own set of reins. You took more of him into your mouth, feeling saliva beginning to drip from your lips and drag down your chin. You heard him groaning softly above you as he held you there. There was no vanity left to be had in this position; pushing yourself, you took the rest of his length, closing your throat around him, tears springing to your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Fuck, baby,” he whined, arching his back and bucking his hips into you. His pitch had increased, introducing more gravel into his voice. You hummed against his cock, fully aware that you looked like a mess, but frankly, you didn’t give a shit as long as you could please the man above you. 

“Baby,” He said in a warning tone. “Hm?” you hummed against him. You heard the helpless sigh escape his body as he began to stiffen. Without warning, he backed away from you. “Not yet. Lay down for me baby.” His voice was deep and strained and you could tell that it took a lot of self control for him to stop himself. 

You grinned up at him and obeyed the order, rolling back on your back and waiting for him. You eyed him as he wrapped his hands around your knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed. “I want to make you feel good, mama.” Your eyes widened as you heard him speak. “Oh I–”

“Did you just?” You asked with a bewildered scoff. 

“I didn’t realize, I just– I” He said, fishing for words to say. 

“Say it again. I dare you,” you said, biting at your bottom lip. “I liked it.”

He caressed your thighs with his palms for a moment, considering the request. “You like it when I call you mama? Playing like I’m Elvis?” He asked the question, raising his eyebrows. 

“I just like it when you say it. When you’re so goddamn cocky, you can’t help but become him. Never thought I’d be so fucking turned on by it.” You were honest with him. You loved his Elvis voice, watching him all those times in the studio assume the character. On particularly successful shooting days, he’d come home and fuck you like he really was the King of Rock and Roll. He hadn’t ever slipped up and called you ‘mama’ though. This was new. 

“Well then, I’ll keep that in mind.” With that, he sank down on you, placing soft kisses on the insides of your thighs, pulling them apart to get a better look at you. “So beautiful,” he said, bringing his fingertips to your folds. “Hmph,” he said in an enthused tone. He lifted his slick fingers up so that you could see them. “So wet for me, baby.” You watched as your own wetness webbed between his fingers. “If my voice could do it for you alone, I wonder what my tongue could do, hm?”

“Austin, baby. Please.” You whined, wanting so badly for him to stop teasing you. “I need you.”

“Don’t you worry one bit. I’ll take care of you.”

End of part 1.

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[eptodaytommorowforever]

Events In The History And The Life Elvis Presley Today The 9th Of March In 1974

Elvis Presley performed at the Coliseum, Charlotte, North Carolina, at 2.30p.m and 11.00 p.m.

at both concerts the crowd was 11,960. at 2:30 p.m Elvis Presley wore the Orange sunburst jumpsuit But He Split The Pants In The Orange Sunburst Jumpsuit So He Had To Quickly Change Into The American Eagle Jumpsuit He Apologized To The Crowd But The Crowd Gave Him A Standing Ovation.

with original belt and at 2:30p.m he wore 1973 American eagle suit with the 2nd belt. Rare Candid Colored Photos Of Elvis Presley Arriving And Performing Taken Here By Ed Bonja. And Rare B/W Candid Photos Taken Here At The Two Shows By Fans Audience Members.

[suspiciousmindsxo]

During the 17 years I spent with Elvis I saw him do many remarkable spiritual healings from his authentic self. Yet, none touched my heart like the one that I witnessed him do during a concert while on tour in seventies.

Part of my responsibilities while on tour with Elvis was to make sure security was in place at the front of the concert stage before his performances. On this particular evening, I went out on the stage like I had done so many times before.

Exiting the stage, I noticed a group of people in a reserved area that all of us on tour considered the “VIP” section. On this particular night, there was one young man in the section that caught my eye. He was in a wheelchair. His arms twisted in and his legs turned inward. In his hands he grasped a frame with the words to a song, “Impossible Dream.” I knew this song because Elvis often included it in his set. As I drew closer I noticed at the bottom of the lyrics in broken handwriting he had written, “My impossible dream is to meet Elvis Presley.”

This was one dream that I knew I could make come true. I walked up to the young man in the chair, placed a backstage pass on his shirt, and informed his parents he was coming with me.

I rolled him backstage to Elvis’s dressing room and told a policeman to keep his eye on him, that I would be right back. I entered Elvis’s dressing room where he was putting the finishing touches on his hair just moments before his concert.

“Elvis, there is someone I want you to meet.”

“David, you know better than that. I don’t see anyone before I go on stage.” “But Elvis, this is somebody special.”

Reluctantly, Elvis said, “Okay, bring him in. This better be good.”

I brought the boy into the dressing room. When he saw Elvis, his eyes lit up.

His disease-riddled body began to shake. With every ounce of energy he could muster up, he slurred “ELVIS.”

When Elvis saw him, he was so overcome with emotion he simply walked over, fell on his knees next to the boy, dropped his head in his lap and began to weep. Still grasping the frame the young man began stroking Elvis’s hair with his crippled hand.

This was the most beautiful sight that I had ever witnessed. Elvis had met politicians, royalty, celebrities, and spiritual leaders but in spite of all that, he was most humbled by what he saw in this incredible young man.

After a moment I tapped Elvis on the shoulder, leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Boss, we’ve got to go. You got a show to do.”

He stood up and regained his composure. “Make sure you take care of my friend here.”

“Consider it done, Boss.”

Instead of taking him back to his section, I kept him right next to me, assuring he had the best seat in the house. Elvis came out on stage that night to a massive crowd full of energy and excitement. He ripped through one song after another leaving the crowd begging for more.

Suddenly, Elvis turned to his music coordinator and whispered, “Impossible Dream.”

At the sound of the first notes, the smile on the young man’s face grew bigger. I had an assistant help me pick the boy’s wheelchair up and place it on the corner of the stage. Elvis caught a glimpse of this and walked over and sang directly to him.

Tears rolled down the young man’s face. His impossible dream was coming true, right before my very eyes. The boy held up the frame. It wasn’t until that moment that Elvis saw the handwritten phrase, “My impossible dream is to meet Elvis Presley.” He took the frame from the boy’s hands as he sang the last lyric, “to reach the unreachable star.”

In the hundreds of concerts that I had done with Elvis Presley, there had never been a time where the audience did not give a standing ovation after one of his songs. On this night, instead of applause, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of tears from 20,000 people dropping on the concrete floor of the sold out concert hall.

The love that Elvis showed that night toward that young man was as Christ like as anything I had ever seen in my life. In that moment, Elvis saw the perfection of this crippled man. What’s more, this young man felt his own perfection and saw himself as Christ would see him. He experienced Elvis’s gift of healing firsthand. As a result, his life would never be the same again. This was the authentic side of Elvis Presley that the public was drawn to.

Dream the impossible dream by David Stanley

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[rosecoloreddesire]

Pretty When I Cry

Austin Butler x singer!Reader 

Summary: You are a singer who landed an interview alongside actor Austin Butler on Jimmy Fallon. You show of your new song and Austin lets out a statement that leaves you shocked kinda into him. 

Warnings: Just teasin’ and fluff! 

Note: Thanks y’all for so much love on my writing! I can’t believe I get to write all this and y’all enjoy it thank you! I’m uploading this while I write a rough draft of chapter 4 of MDID! Enjoy!

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“You are kidding me, Kashyra! You got me an interview with him?! I can’t do this!” You turned to your publicist who was still grinning ear to ear. She still had her hands out shaking them enthusiastically. The most ridiculous jazz hands as she holds your hair extensions.

“What? I thought you’d be excited! Surprise,” you wanted to melt into the makeup chair you were in,” I knew you wouldn’t do the interview if you knew about the Austin Butler part.” She rubbed your shoulders as she continued to look at you through the mirror. She helped the stylists brush your h/c strands of hair.

“Shy, you know how much this song means to me. If I have to explain in front of Jimmy Fallon AND the guy I wrote it about? I’m gonna die!” You slouch into the chair and let out a deep sigh. You wrote this song in a moment of weakness. Some of your film producing friends had somehow gotten you invited to Cannes and that’s where you saw him for the first time. Honestly you didn’t know if you should’ve been looking at him or how gorgeous Priscilla Presley looked. Though when you got there all you could remember was:

“Oh my god I’m sorry. I-I wasn’t watching where I was walking!” You tried not to ruin your makeup that your team spent hours on when you looked up.

“It’s alright, darlin’. Are you okay? Was my movie that bad?” You could’ve died right then and there. You shook your head wildly.

“Oh my god no! I just got a message from a friend of mine. My boyfriend…hmm he thought a Jenner was a better pick than me. ” You panicked and your heart raced as you could see the flashing lights aimed at the both of you. His hand moved  a piece of hair out of your face softly, which blocked your face from the line of photographers coming towards both of you.

“Don’t be. Come on I’ll help you clean up. I’ll tell the press you were moved by the movie,okay? Though you are so pretty when you cry.” Your heart skipped a beat and you paused. Who was this guy and why was he so….so mesmerizing?

“Thank you so much. You don’t have to do this for me, Austin.”

“Hey, I want to. Where’s that beautiful smile I saw earlier during that standing ovation? That’s my girl.”

You couldn’t get that out of your head for weeks after Cannes ended and now you were seeing advertisements and commercials all about him. And god if your crush on Elvis was anything….Austin Butler playing Elvis? Yeah, it didn’t help your case. So soon enough you found yourself writing a song, “Pretty When You Cry” which by god, you shouldn’t have let your fans name but sometimes they had good ideas...

“So you’ll be on in a couple minutes after he starts talking about ELVIS with Pretty When You Cry,” you placed your head in your palms and groaned,” I ain’t the one who named it, y/n! Then you’ll perform it and he’ll fall in love with you!” You rolled your eyes. You felt your hands getting clammy as you fixed your dress, being lead by the stage crew. Time to cringe and find it all over the internet tomorrow.

“Now that we’ve found out all about Elvis the movie, please welcome our other musical guest, y/n l/n! You look amazing!“ Jimmy comes around his desk to give you a big hug and you laugh. You almost swoon as Austin does the same. His cologne really as pertinent as the night you met.

“It’s so nice to be here and with the king of rock and roll I might add,” the crowd cheers as you point at Austin who puts a hand on his chest,” I saw the movie at Cannes and wow you did an amazing job bringing Elvis to the big screen!” He laughs as Jimmy agrees.

“Thank you for showin’ up! The 12 minute standing ovation really got me thinkin’ I did a good job with him.” He pointed to the ceiling and you smiled. He was so humble it was endearing.

“Anyone would’ve thought bein’ able to move your hips like that for almost three hours is impressive. And attractive I might add.” The sudden boost of confidence did nothing for your screaming brain however. What were you saying? His skin becomes flushed pink as he clears his throat.

“Wow you really think so? Sometimes I was shakin’ so bad I thought it’d look somethin’ awful!” He chuckled and Jimmy gasped.

“No way! Those outfits really helped pull all those moves together too! You looked great!” He praised Austin who flushed once again and rubbed his bottom lip shakily.

“Well enough about me darlin’. What about that amazing new song she released guys?” His voice dipping into a little bit of Elvis’ southern twang. He placed a hand on your shoulder as he gazed at you. You couldn’t describe the look in his cobalt eyes. The crowd erupted in cheers once again and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You begin to walk up to the side of the stage where your band sits.

“If you guys haven’t heard it! Here’s y/n’s new single “Pretty When You Cry”!!!” Jimmy applauds. The lights turn dim as you start. You feel nervous as the lights turn to reddish hue. You grab the mic and run your hand along the stand. Your heart beating a mile a minute while Austin leans forward and doesn’t let his eyes leave yours.

“All the pretty stars shine for you, my love. Am I that girl that you dream of?”

You close your eyes trying to imagine how it felt when Austin left you that night. The raw magnetism he had. The way that his charisma oozed pure confidence and spelled Elvis. The way his hand felt against your skin. That made you forget about your ex boyfriend. You could still feel the soft touch of his finger tips.

“All those special times you said that I’m your girl. You make me feel like your whole world.”

When he called you ‘his girl’ it was as if time stopped. You just found your ex publicly cheating on you and it was like it didn’t even matter. As Austin stared at you in a sea of cameras like you were everything that mattered. You opened your eyes and looked to the side as Austin leaned back on the couch. His whole aura was confidence as he bit his lip. You take the mic off the stand and walk a little closer to the camera. A single tear falling from your eye as you smirk.

“All those special times I spent with you, my love. They don’t mean shit next to all your drugs.”

Your ex ruined you. He ruined your image and ruined your self confidence all in one headline. His drugs and alcohol were always a problem because they came first. You were pissed of course but all that was mute to him. That model could deal with it all now.

“Because I’m pretty when I cry, pretty when I cry.”

Why? Because now you know you’re pretty when you cry. The song ends as you take the microphone off the stand singing the last few lines and swaying along. You send a wink to the camera at the last part. Not missing how Jimmy and Austin start fanning each other. You stride back to the couch and now simply as you sit. Austin places a hand on your back and you tense.

“So, y/n. You know everyone’s been dying to know since you released your single, what’s it about to you?” Jimmy looked like he was waiting on baited breath as you shakily chuckled. Austin places his arm behind you on the edge of the couch.

“Well my friends had invited me to this really prestigious event, right? And at that event I received the worst news of my life and this guy came to my side to comfort me,” you couldn’t slow yourself down until you realized the smiling actor beside you,” and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and this was the only way to get him out of my head.”

“Wow! Talk about love at first sight! Did you ever talk to him about the song? Or does he even know that it’s about him?” Jimmy gasped and rested his chin on his hand looking at you in awe. You gulped and looked at Austin.

“I think he knows now,” the crowd gasps and ooo’s as you realize you just set yourself up,” Oh my god, it’s not Austin!” Jimmy laughs as Austin puts his hand against his forehead.

“I’m wounded, y/n. I wouldn’t mind.” He winks at you as Jimmy sets up the commercial break. You get up as fast as you can to help your band take down. How the hell did you just ruin your life in ONE interview?!

“Hey, you handled that quite well. It just looked like playful banter! The song was amazing!“ Shy stops you as she helps you step onto the stage. You ask her to help with the zipper on your dress getting stuck on the mic pack.

“I hope it did. I hope I don’t mess up the words either! God, he’s gonna think I’m a love sick loser. The song isn’t even that good. Shy?” You feel large calloused hands on your back as your zipper lifts. You feel soft lips on the shell of your ear.

“I might be the love sick loser, darlin’.” You whip around and Austin’s warm hands find solace on your lower back.

“A-Austin I’m so so-“ he cuts you off with a soft kiss.

“I think you are so pretty even when you aren’t cryin’ , lil’ mama.”You feel yourself melt into his arms and he laughs. Walking over to Jimmy to continue his segment about becoming Elvis. And god those Elvis dance moves could make you cry. You try to focus on helping your band mates but:

“Well he did say I’m pretty when I cry…” You make your way back over and sit down watching him move. Lord, have mercy.

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[friedwangsss]

MOVIES. | a. butler

notes : “austin wants tag along with you to see elvis but you’re afraid someone’ll notice him. he’s relentless anyways.”

extra notes : me working at an amc basically gives me range to go in the theater to watch elvis during downtime.

“alright, bae,” you say to austin when you step into the living room. “i’m heading to the movies, should be back around 10:30 or so.”

“oh,” he nods, standing up. “who are you going with?”

“well, i was gonna go with lauren but she has to take care of her niece last minute so since i’m just gonna go by myself. why?”

“i don’t like you going out by yourself. you know that.”

you sigh, “austin, the theater is no more than 10 minutes away. i’ll text you when i get there, promise.”

he nodded, leaning down to kiss your lips. “what movie are you gonna see anyway?”

“elvis.”

he paused for a moment. “without me? i thought you said you wanted to see it with me?”

“yea, i did. but that was before you went to the premiere and had a damn 12 minute standing ovation.” you giggled. “i decided to see it with, or supposed to, with lauren.

“i’m sorry, but let me make it up to you now. i’ll take you out on a date and we can see it.”

“baby, we just had date night, and it’s ok. i’ll be home soon.” you kissed him once more and turned to walk away but austin grabbed your arm gently.

“i said i wanted to see it with you, baby. let me treat you.”

“are you sure? there’s gonna be a lot of people and they’ll recognize you.”

“and?” he said going to the front door to put on his shoes. “i’ll be with the one person i love so it won’t matter.”

you thought for a moment. “ok, let’s go.”

—

the drive to the theater was short, like you said, and when you arrived at the box office there was a lot more people than you anticipated. “i’ll get the tickets, you get some popcorn.” you told him, not wanting him to really get noticed so he wouldn’t be bombarded.

he nodded his head and went to the concessions line, keeping you in his line of sight. once you got both the tickets, you signaled to austin you were going to the bathroom and he nodded, still waiting.

you hadn’t been gone for more than 3 minutes when someone already noticed him. “oh my, aren’t you austin butler?” a girl behind him asked with eagerness.

austin smiled and turned to her, “yeah, i am. how are you?” the girl smiled big, “i’m doing great. i was just coming to see your movie, it looks so good! what’re you doing here!”

“here with my girlfriend to see the movie too, hope you enjoy it by the way.” when you came out of the bathroom, you noticed austin in conversation with someone.

you figured someone must’ve noticed him already and were a little wary. to make sure he was ok, you walked to the part of the line austin was at and tapped his shoulder. “hey, everything good?”

“yeah, baby. everything’s good.” austin said wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“you must be y/n! you’re even prettier than i thought. can i take a picture with both of you?” you were a little shocked that she knew of you, let alone knew who you were. you simply nodded and smiled at the girl, allowing her to take a photo.

“thank you both so much. i’ll let you get back to being normal civilians now, sorry.”

“no, it’s ok. you’re so sweet.” you smiled at the girl and walked up to the next cashier available. you ordered what you wanted and walked to the theater that was playing the movie.

“so, you were right about someone noticing me. i owe you that.”

“you do. but i was even more surprised that she knew who i was.”

“i might’ve talked about you in an interview once. and i told her i was with my girlfriend.”

“oh, so that explains it,” you chuckled while placing a piece of popcorn in your mouth with opening the doors to the theater.

“it does.”

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[mrsjobarnes]

Tales of a Call sign

Rooster x reader 

Italics are past tense

Word count: 613 A/N ~ Hey yall! I’m always so nervous to post because I don’t have anyone to proofread it. Lol Anyways enjoy! Also, this is the original song, not the Elvis version 

Like and comments welcome! 

Please do not steal my work! 

“Hey, Siren you come’n  to the Hard deck or not “ Phoenix shouted 

“Yeah, here I come,” I said. 

 Most people got their call signs in an incredible way. Phoenix got hers because of her strong will, Fanboy got his because he was a nerd. I honestly have no idea how Bob got his. Maybe it stands for ‘Best offense Boy’? No that’s stupid, but it definitely not ‘Baby on Board’. I got mine because of one fateful night of karaoke. I’ll set the scene, it was some whole in-the-wall bar at the naval academy and Rooster had convinced a bunch of people plus Phoenix and I to go to karaoke. He asked me to sing 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart’ with him. Now I’m not proud to admit this but I have the world’s biggest crush on Rooster, he doesn’t know and never will. As we got off the stage and went back to the group everybody was flabbergasted. After they stopped hooting and hollering Phoenix came up to me and told me to should go back up and sing a solo. She said hangman made a bet that I wouldn’t, which got Rooster interested. 

“Come on Y/n, you killed it up there earlier. Also, Think about the look on his face when he owes Phoenix…. How much money” we both looked to Pheonix. She made a smirk that could rival the Cheshire cat. 

“$150,” she said. My jaw about dropped, Rooster rubbed his hands together like he was planning something. Normally I’d be all in on it but I just sit and watch. 

“I don’t know guys, that’s a lot. Plus what if I mess up” I said with wide eyes. Rooster grabbed my shoulder and looked me in the eyes. Damn, I could get lost in those eyes. 

“How about I go up there and play the piano?” he suggested. That’s another thing I love about him, he is so generous and kind. 

“Fine” I say. After I told rooster the song he quickly pulled up the sheet music and walked me over to the stage. The group before us was halfway through. “Rooster I can’t do this” I said while my breath picked up. He grabbed my shoulder 

“Breath Y/N, you can do this. You don’t have to, but think about the look on Hangman’s face when he has to pay phoenix” he said before pulling me into a hug. It’s finally our turn as Rooster sets up I decided to talk into the microphone, 

“Hello again, my name is Y/N and this is Bradley on the keys. Im going to sing a song that my grandma used to sing to her husband whenever he was in trouble, which was a lot. It is also for my good friend Jake over there, So enjoy” I look back a Bradley. He smiles and starts to play. I belt out the first note “ YOU AINT NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG” as I sing I get into it and so does Rooster. By the end the entire club is Howling along as it ended we got a standing ovation. We walked off the stage and Bradley wraps me in a hug and kisses my head. 

“You were amazing up there Y/n” I blush and thank him. We walk back to the group just in time for Hangman to pay Phoenix. 

“You did pretty good up there Siren” we all looked at Jake with a puzzled look. “What siren are good singers that can kill. I thought it was a fitting nickname” he said, throwing his hands up. We all laughed. From that day on  I was dubbed Siren. 

#bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #top gun #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster x y/n #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun

[dulcewrites]

wonder what she thinks of me

Pairing: Austin butler x (non descriptive) fem oc

Summary: Melanie and Austin pride themselves on being good people…. Except when it comes to wanting each other (wc: 919)

Warnings: emotional cheating, slight physical cheating, both parties being messy in the name of love lol

A/N: I normally don’t write about real people like this but I thought it would be fun to write a little something to celebrate Austin’s birthday. Happy birthday bestie!! ❤️🫶🏽. Also highly recommend listening while reading

Then you can both go to Paris, you live in the lavish

I'm actually happy for you

“You know a 12-minute standing ovation is insane right?” Melanie can’t help but beam through the phone.

She knows how anxious Austin was about Cannes. Hearing his voice shake a little when he mentioned the red carpet and premiere when called her yesterday.

Melanie is met with a hearty laugh, and she can hear how elated his is through the phone.

“And don’t get me started on how everyone looks!”

She sat down at her kitchen island looking through photos he had sent and some off social media. She can’t help but marvel at how glamorous everyone looks.

“I wish you were here to see it. Maybe we can go somewhere is France sometime next year,” he said earnestly, spewing off things they could do and places they could visit.

Making future plans. Austin has a bad habit of doing that.

And the timing couldn’t be more ironic when she comes across of him with her. It reminds her of what she’s doing. Pining over her… friend? She really doesn’t know what Austin is to her now.

One moment they’re friends supporting each other’s careers, trying to work out time differences to talk. The next he’s sleeping over or telling her he’s gonna take her to France… all while having a girlfriend.

She doesn’t know when the shift happened. When it when from platonic and sweet to something more. Something that leaves her stomach in knots and wondering what his lips feel like.

Her heart drops into her stomach when she hears a feminine voice in the background call his name.

“I need to get going but I’m gonna call you when I have time,” says Austin, sounding distracted and distant.

Before Melanie can get a full goodbye out, he’s gone. She blinks at her phone. She has to keep reminding herself this is good for him and good for his career, no matter how much it hurts.

I wonder what she thinks of me when she sees my name

On your phone screen, you drop everything just for me

Melanie quickly realizes she’s a selfish person. A selfish and jealous person.

She knows it’s a bad idea to call him. Austin just got done with Elvis promotions. She knows he’s tired, and she knows he’s been seen with her.

But Melanie also knows how Austin is.

So, it’s not surprising that when she calls and asks him to come over, he instantly agrees. And she would be lying if she said the guilty feeling didn’t dissipate as soon as she opens the door, and he pulls her into the warmest hug and kisses her on the top of her head.

She selfishly stops feeling bad when he’s lying in her bed, sipping wine, and recounting his favorite moments from the whirlwind couple of months he’s had.

His voice rings multiple during the night, and they both know who it is. Austin seems in no rush to answer let alone leave.

Melanie should remind herself about how she would feel if the roles were reversed, but the idea slips her brain when she feels his lips brush against her neck. Then work up her jaw and end on hers.

The need to do the right thing gets all fuzzy when his hand slips under her shirt.

God she’s horrible person.

It's never wrong when it feels right

I'll hold you close and pretend you're mine

I'll be the sun against your skine

Melanie tries to stop it, she really does. Tells him they’re better than this, better than hurting some girl whose done nothing to deserve this. And he agrees… for a week. Then he’s at her door with sad smile.

“I’m kind realizing I’m not better than that.”

And with that, they spend the night together again.

The glow and warmth that emanates between them when they’re around each other is palatable. She tries to not to feel it when they greet each other at his intimate birthday dinner. She tells him in advance it’s not a good idea she even goes, but he tells her she can’t miss his birthday festivities. She feels sick when she gets a text from an unknown number inviting her. Going to a party thrown by his girlfriend, who does that?

“Oh, wow the famous Melanie. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” her smile is perfect, and her tone is bright.

But she knows better than that. It’s a loaded sentence, and she deserves it.

Melanie is reminded how horrible they are when his girlfriend gives a sweet speech about him, while Mel feels Austin’s hand on the inside of her thigh.

Logic gets thrown out the window when he pulls her to the side near the back of the restaurant and whispers to her how amazing she looks. How he wishes he could be with her tonight.

She’s gone back and forth with the pros and cons. Frankly the cons always seem to out-way the pros. But then he calls her his baby and tells her how special she is to him and the morally awful decisions they make seem ok.

At the end of the night, Melanie watches to the two of them leave arm in arm, peaking out the window at the few paparazzi snapping photos of the beautiful couple.

Maybe one day she’ll learn.

Tell me you love me, 'cause I just wanna be your baby

Well, that's the price I gotta pay

I wonder what she thinks of me

#austin butler x reader #austin butler x oc #black!oc #black!reader #austin butler #my writing #Austin butler x black!reader #elvis 2022

[austin-sbutler]

Austin Butler during the 12 minute standing ovation of Elvis (2022) at Cannes 2022

#Elvis #Elvis Premiere #elvis movie #austin butler #kaia gerber

[austinrrylover]

hey!! here’s a one-shot i wrote about austin butler bc im obsessed lol

I didn’t expect this. Sure I knew this movie was going to be a hit, but a ‘twelve minutes standing ovation at Cannes’ hit? Never in a million years.

I looked around, everybody smiling and clapping while the big screen was focusing on the cast of the best film of the night, Elvis. I couldn’t wait to get home, write down everything I thought, felt and saw in the previous two and a half hours.

Baz Luhrmann is possibly a genius. It was great to see all of the cast getting emotional and proudly accepting the loud applauds that filled the room. There were big cinema legends here and all of them were clapping for this one boy, man, I couldn’t take my eyes off.

How could I though? His performance was captivating, beautiful, sexy, accurate and overall award-worthy. Now he is standing two seat rows in front of me and I catch a little glimpse of his rosy cheeks when he looks at someone next to him. He is so different from here then he looks on the screen.

As I get more and more mesmerized by his beauty and talent the crowd starts to quiet down. Some people sit back to their seats and some take the exits, just as the star of the movie does. So I follow.

It’s fine I just want to ask him some questions, how cool would it be to have some exclusive interview with him next to my review of the movie. It most likely won’t happen but it’s worth a try.

It was worth a try, but it’s impossible. As soon as he is out the door he is surrended by interviewers, big actors congratulating him and some people most likely from his family. So I take some steps back and give up on this idea of mine, and walk back to the theatre, to watch the next movie coming up.

Hours pass, the movie ends. Cannes really knows how to get together a perfect selection of movies, because I’m actually really impressed by everything they are doing here.

Oh no.

I look to my right and notice a pair of familiar brown eyes.

It’s Jeffrey. Jeffrey Anderson. A really wealthy and famous producer who may or may not have a crush on me and doesn’t ever leave me alone. But he is coming up to me right now so, I gotta do what I gotta a do.

‘Hey Jeff.’ I say with a fake smile. Honestly, Jeff is a nice guy, knows how to do his job, but sometimes he’s a little much. And often doesn’t get the hint.

‘Stacy! Good to see you here, babe.’ He smiles and pulls me into a hug, which I don’t return, I just need to get out of this conversation, fast.

‘Yeah, same…’ I say. We small talk and somehow I’m able to get out of there with a little lie, even if this means I cannot watch the next movie coming up.

I take out my phone and open my notes app. I start writing words down, things I really, really have to use in my review, because suddenly I’m back to thinking about Elvis, the brilliance of this art that this movie is, it is hard to describe it with words. I make my way to the bar with my phone in my hand, fingers typing furiously, it’s like motivation suddenly corrupted my brain. I write phrases like ‘mesmerizing, magical, never been done before, beautiful—‘ and before I know it someone is bumping into me, spilling their drink all over my dress.

‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry!’ Says the gentle voice, and I look down on my dress. It’s completly drenched. Fuck. ‘Let me get some paper towels for you!’ Says the person who just spilled their champagne over me, and as I look up you recognize it is Olivia, the actress who played Priscilla in the movie.

And suddenly I’m not even mad about the dress anymore.

‘It’s okay.’ I smile. She smiles gently and goes over to the bartender, getting a couple of napkins.

‘Still, do you have anything you can change into? I have a blazer over there at my seat if you want to wear it.’ She apologizes while trying to soak up some champagne.

‘No, it really is fine! I have a jumper in my car.’ I lied. ‘I loved you in the movie by the way!’ I take my chance, now or never.

‘Thank you so much, I promise I’m not always this clumsy in real life.’ She chuckles.

‘I’m Anastasia,’ I reach for her hand. ‘But everyone calls me Stacy.’

‘Olivia, nice to meet you.’ She says. ‘Can I buy you a drink? I feel so terrible about this whole situation.’

A drink? And maybe talk? That would be perfect.

‘Only if you have time, it’s fine, really.’ I try to be polite but my heart is beating out of my chest.

‘No, I insist.’ She smiles and the two of us make our way to a bartender. We talk a little and I reveal myself to be a journalist, and Olivia offers me some of her insights on the film and how she got into the role while still talking about basic stuff and about the whole Cannes event. She is really good to talk to.

‘Hey, would you like to come and say hi to the rest of the crew? I think they are done with the big interviews.’ She smiles and I take a deep breath.

This would be such a big opportunity, and Olivia is so nice, she wouldn’t let me get uncomfortable.

‘Okay.’ I smile. This is the perfect opportunity. ‘Get yourself together,’ if I ask the right questions and talk to the right people I could get into circles I have always wanted to.

As I follow Olivia through the giant crowd I look down on myself. My dress looks so bad and I’m going to meet the big names of Hollywood in this. Great.

Olivia holds my hand and leads me into a room which was divided by a purple curtain, and as we walk through I see we are in a private room. Some bar-chairs all over the place and some gentle music is playing in the background, suddenly, I am nervous.

‘Baz!’ Olivia calls out. ‘This is Stacy,’ She tugs on my arm and I’m in front of the brilliant director of the movie.

‘Nice to meet you, Stacy. Did you like the film?’ Baz asks.

‘I loved it, you did a super great job!’ I smile and he chuckles, being proud of himself, as he should be.

‘It was Austin who did most of it, but thank you.’ He smiles and I suddenly feel a presence behind me.

‘That is not true.’ The voice says and I look behind me, and it is him.

Elvis— Austin.

‘Yeah it is, all that clapping was for you, darling.’ Baz says but I can’t even pay attention because I am so blinded by his aura and energy.

Suddenly Austin’s gaze leaves Baz, and he is looking in my eyes.

‘I don’t believe we met.’ He says in a really soothing, calm voice.

‘I don’t believe we have.’ I say, trying my hardest not to blush.

‘Austin Butler.’ He says and reaches for my hand.

‘Anastasia Dane.’ I say and I give him my hand, which is clearly shaking.

‘Nice to meet you, Anastasia.’ He smiles.

‘Stacy’s fine.’ I say.

‘Anastasia is beautiful.’ He says in a quiet voice.

Olivia suddenly appears with a glass of wine in her hand, giving it to me.

‘I spilled my drink all over her.’ She says to Austin who looks at me, his eyes going all the way up and down. ‘I can see that.’ He says and I blush, God this is embarrassing.

‘You didn’t even offer her something to cover up with?’ He turns to Olivia.

‘She did, but I’m fine.’ I smile reassuringly and he tilts his head slightly. He takes two steps forward before taking off his tux, leaving him only in a white shirt, the first button unbuttoned and the sleeves of it are rolled up to his elbows.

He is so close, draping the tux over my shoulders. ‘I don’t doubt that,’ Austin whispers.

Is he flirting with me?

‘So I hear you liked the film,’ he says, stepping away from me.

‘I did yes, it was amazing, can’t wait to rewatch it.’ I smile and he keeps eyeing me up and down.

‘I’m glad you liked it.’ He says and looks away, noticing a few people coming in from behind the curtain that we just walked across. ‘Be right back.’ He says with a smirk and leaves me there.

I take the opportunity to talk to Baz, and honestly he’s so intellectual but at the same time casual to talk to, he makes sure everybody in the conversation feels included. I get some stuff for my review and then I just stand there and listen to his captivating stories.

We talk for what seems like hours, and suddenly just like earlier I feel presence behind me, this time it’s closer, followed by a hand on the small of my back.

I turn my head, even though I knew fully well whose hand I have gently laying on me, and I see Austin locking eyes with Baz and listening to him talking with the same amazment as me.

‘No, I didn’t think that!’ He suddenly joins in on the conversation, making everybody chuckle. His hand never leaving my back and the way he is closer every second I can’t even focus on what everyone’s saying.

‘Stacy, did you notice that in that scene?’ Olivia smiles and I have no idea what they are talking about.

My face goes red and I keep avoiding eye contact, ‘Uhm… No, I-I guess I should’ve paid attention more.’ I stutter and Olivia smiles, continuing her story and I feel the hand leaving the small of my back to grip into my waist, and pull me just a little closer.

‘Guess you should’ve.’ Austin whispers, smirking a little and I blush once again.

He is flirting with me.

More and more people keep coming in from behind the curtain, and this family-type feeling is gone, suddenly everyone’s talking to different people and I’m left alone on a barchair.

‘Stacy!’ I hear from behind me.

Jeff.

‘Stacy! Hey!’ He says, and I can recongnize the alcohol in his voice.

‘Hi Jeff.’ I say with a little smile.

‘How’s my favourite girl?’ He says and stands right next to me. I feel uncomfortable with how he is standing so close and I just want this to be over.

‘I’m okay. Just finishing this.’ I smile and take a hold of my drink.

‘What happened to your dress?’ He asks, looking down on the huge stain.

‘It’s fine, someone spilled champagne over me.’ I tell him while trying to think of something that will save me from this misery.

‘You know,’ He leans closer. ‘I could take it off of you.’ He says and I lean away.

God this is embarrassing.

‘I—‘ I say when I suddenly feel somebody from the other side of me.

‘Hey, beautiful.’ I know that voice. ‘Everything alright?’ Austin.

‘Yeah uhm… Everything alright.’ I say, still leaning away from Jeff and leaning closer to Austin.

‘Hey, I’m Jeff, and old friend of Stacy here.’ Jeff says and extends his hand, while the other one squeezes my shoulder for a second. Austin catches the movement and extends his hand back.

‘Austin. Now if you will excuse us, I need to talk to Anastasia.’ Austin says and the hand on my back is back, him leading me away from Jeff.

We go to a small hallway and he lets go of me.

‘Thank you so much.’ I say with a sigh of relief.

‘For what?’ He asks with a smirk.

‘For saving me from this awkward situation.’ I say and he walks a little closer.

‘It’s nothing.’ He says and we stand there in silence. The hallway is dark and I can barely see his face with how close he is standing and how nothing’s lighting up his face, his handsome, pretty face.

He lifts his hand and gently puts his thumb on my forearm, carassing a little skin there.

‘I didn’t like him being so close to you.’ He says and woah. Woah.

What is happening?

‘Me neither.’ I manage to get words out.

‘I didn’t,’ He backs me up into the wall. ‘I didn’t like him touching you.’ He says and takes both of his hands to cage me into the wall, both of those hands on each side of my head.

‘Me neither.’ I say with a little smile, trying to play along, trying not to sound completly gone, trying to hide that I’m already so aroused by just this, and he didn’t even touch me yet.

‘Do you like, me touching you?’ He whispers and one of his hand leaves the wall, gently guiding his fingertips over my jawline.

His hands are so soft.

‘Yes.’ I say breathlessly, thank god he can’t see my red face in the dark.

‘Hm.’ He hums and softly moves his hand, touching my cheek, then my jawline once again, my neck, my collarbone and everything’s too much, I feel too hot, I raise my hands and get out of his tux that I’m wearing.

He smirks and leans closer and suddenly his lips are on my neck. My breathing quickens as soon as I feel his soft lips on my skin, I’m sure he can feel how my heart paced up.

He plants gentle kisses on my neck, then my jawline. I don’t know what to do with my hands and a sudden rush of bravery washes over me, grabbing his face in my hand and kissing him with force.

He takes one hand and puts it on my neck, while the other takes a hold of my hip, and with that we move into each other. While the kiss evolves into something more passionate Austin grabs me the side of my thigh, holding it up so our groins directly touch. His hand is under my dress, and I feel him moving his bulge into me. I moan at the contact, louder than I intended.

‘Fuck, should we get out of here?’ He says, pulling away from me.

‘Yes, please.’ I say and he takes a hold of my hand.

He leads me out of the hallway, and drops my hand when we get into the room. He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me out of the crowded place, waving to Olivia and disappearing through the purple curtain.

He takes a left and we are suddenly at some kind of a backdoor, where there are cars waiting for people, Austin looks at one, then looks at me and goes to open the door to let me get in.

He tells the address of his hotel to the driver and throughout the journey his hand never leaves my thigh.

‘Can’t wait to get you alone.’ He leans closer and whispers in my ear.

I sigh breathlessly, trying to keep it together but it’s so hard to do so, so hard when he is so close, his breath on my neck, his shoulder touching mine while his hand creeps up my thigh.

‘Baby…’ He whispers and bites my earlobe and I quietly moan which makes him smirk.

The driver slows down and I know we are at the hotel. Austin gets out and extends his hand for me to take.

His hand is on the small of my back, this becomes like a routine for us, while he guides me to the elevator. Some other people get in, making us step back and standing directly in front of the back of the elevator.

I feel Austin’s hand going lower just a little, settling on my ass, not squeezing or groping, he just leaves it there.

The elevator stops on every level, and now I’m getting impatient, I need to get my hands on him, and I need him to get his hands on me. So out of desperation I lean closer to him, my head barely touching his chest. I feel his hand leaving my ass as he thightly grabs me by my waist.

And suddenly we are on our level. We excuse ourselves and get out before Austin is basically running towards the door. He gets out his keycard and looks at me, motioning me to come in.

He locks the door behind us and I look through the beautiful room, with the most beautiful view. As I look at the direction of the window Austin comes up from behind me, wrapping his strong arms around me.

‘You like?’ He asks, breath hitting my neck, chuckling.

‘I do.’ I smile and turn, finding myself pressed against his chest. I grab his shoulders and I press a gentle kiss on his inviting lips. He kisses back and I feel butterflies in my stomach because of how tender and sensual he is, it makes me want to never stop touching him.

The gentleness in long gone now, he holds me by my hip, backs me up into the kitchen counter, and starts to unbutton his shirt. I try to help him but I’m too preoccupied with the kisses and how when I open my eyes I see more and more of his skin on his chest so I pull away and start kissing him as more of his skin is revealed.

He chuckles and I unbutton the last two buttons on the shirt before kissing and licking his chest and stomach all over. He puts his hand into my hair to guide my head and I gently pull away from the counter I was pressed into so I can lower myself and get on my knees.

‘Fuck, Ana…’ He says and looking up at him, totally out of breath, shirtless, his hair messed up. It was definitely a sight to see.

I guide my finger on the line of his V-line and I reach the waistband of his pants and start to unbuckle his belt.

‘Fuck, you are so- so pretty, baby.’ Austin says as I struggle to open his belt, he reaches for my hair and holds it up for me.

Finally I successfully remove his pants and he steps out of them, standing there in only underwear. I put my lips on his bulge and I can feel him slightly moving his hips, he is eager. So I don’t waste any time, I need him so bad, I free his hardness.

I audibly swallow when I see it, right in front of my face, and I once again waste no time spitting in my hand and guide it up and down on him.

He groans and I take this as a sign to finally get my mouth on him. I kiss the tip and lick it from the base to the top all the way. He pulls on my hair at the sudden contact and I take him in my mouth as deep as I can, while he tugs on my hair a little harder. Not that I mind. I look up to him and I see him struggling to keep looking at me, his eyes rolling back, even throwing his head back. I continue to bob my head up and down before I feel him pulling my hair slightly upwards, making me pull off of him.

‘Stand up.’ He says and I feel heat all over mg body hearing him order me like that, so I do as he says. As soon as I’m up on my feet, he gently bends down and reaches for the bottom of my dress to pull it over my head. I’m now left in my dark red bra and panties, while Austin throws the stained dress aside. He picks me up and puts his hands firmly on my asscheeks and carries me to a room which, I suppose, is his bedroom.

He basically throws me onto the bed and I smile when he is crawling over me.

‘You are so beautiful.’ He says and looks at me up and down.

‘You too.’ I say and he smirks before lowering himself and coming in direct contact with my breasts which are still covered by the red lace. He kisses one gently.

‘So pretty. I wanna get my mouth on them so badly, can I, baby?’ He says and wouldn’t I be the biggest fool on Earth to say no to that.

‘Yes, please.’ He smirks and reaches under me to unhook my bra, freeing my boobs, my nipples already hard because of him.

‘I like it when you say that, darling.’ He says and I moan loudly when he attaches his lips, those perfect lips, on my goosebumps filled skin there.

‘You like that?’ He asks and sucks on my skin. I nod with my mouth gaping open, not being able to think because of the intense pleasure I’m receiving.

‘Answer me, sweetheart.’ He asks and looks up at me, stopping everything he was doing, I arch my back because of the lack of touch.

‘Yes, yes. Please.’ I say and I can tell by his smirk this is turning him on so much, but still fights the urge to keep kissing me.

‘Please, what? What do you want, tell me baby.’ He asks and his eyes are burning a hole into my forehead, his gaze is so strong and powerful and full of undivided attention, his gaze is something everyone who wants to feel loved and wanted should experience in their life.

‘I want you, Austin. I want you to fuck me.’ I say and his smirk falls before kissing me passionately on the lips.

‘Bold choice baby.’ He says and I smile as he kisses down my body, his hands wandering everywhere he can reach, squeezing my boobs then coming back up to put his hand around my throat.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so well, princess. Nobody has ever fucked you like this and nobody ever will.’ He stares into my soul and I can’t help but moan just at his words. Everything he does is arousing to me. ‘I love it when you are loud like that. Makes me want to never hear anything else again.’ I know I boosted his ego with the moans and the eagerness so I smile at his cocky behaviour change. He winks at me and I chuckle when he reaches down to slightly rub me through my red lace panties.

‘You are so wet, can’t wait to be inside you baby.’ He says and lowers himself on my body to tug down my panties. He does so and throws them away.

I take a sharp breath as he starts to kiss down my abdomen and uses one finger to rub the side of my thigh, to slightly hold me down. His kisses slow down the lower he gets and he is finally planting a kiss directly on my pussy. He takes his other hand and guides one finger down my folds before diving into me, his head between my thighs, licking up everything he can get. Pure ecstasy takes me over and as soon as he inserts even the tip of his finger into my hole, I grab a hold of his hair and I feel heat in my lower stomach.

‘Fuck, Austin.. I- I’m close.’ I say, which comes out as a whisper because my moans are too loud in comparison.

Austin doesn’t stop, he keeps lapping his tongue on my heat, his finger now fully in me, his other hand leaving my thigh and just gently rubbing my clit a little.

And that does the job for me. I grab his hair forcefully and I feel myself reaching my release while he still eats me throughout the course of my orgasm.

He comes up from in between my thighs. ‘What a sight to see, baby, all flushed and wet, just for me. For me.’ He says and comes up to kiss me, giving me just a little taste of what he has been devouring for the last few minutes.

‘Please fuck me.’ I say and I don’t have to ask him twice.

‘Who got you this turned on?’ He asks with a smile while reaching for the bedside table to get out a condom.

‘You, you Austin.’ I say as he slides the condom on himself and crawls back on top of me.

‘So pretty.’ He says and suddenly pushes into me and I scream. He throws his head back and starts to move in and out of me as I moan. He paces up and takes me by my knees to get a better angle, which feels so good, I’m not even sure that I’m thinking clearly anymore.

‘Fuck.’ He groans and I take his face in my hands to kiss him, which is so messy because of our rapid and rhythmless breathing and moans but it doesn’t matter.

I can feel him getting closer and closer and as he keeps hitting that spot in me, I feel closer too.

He suddenly grabs me by the waist and flips us over, pulling out in the process but settling me on his lap.

‘Sit on it baby.’ He says and just like that I do so, because he is back to his ordering self.

He moans and I start to move, the same pace he was fucking me just a minute ago. I bounce up and down and stop just a few times to grind into him. His hand stays on my thighs, sometimes goes behind to grope my ass, or slap it a little.

I feel his grab on my ass getting harder and harder and I know he is close.

‘You close, darling?’ He says and I nod as he takes one hand to grab one of my breasts before sitting up and once again being so close to each other. I put my head in the crook of his neck and he thrusts his hips up once and that is enough to send me over the edge.

‘Come for me, Ana.’ He whispers and I scream when I do so. He looks at me with his sexiest bedroom eyes and just like that he is throwing his head back and coming with me, joining me in this ecstasy.

He pulls out of me and sets me down on the bed. He wraps the condom and goes to which I assume is the bathroom, appearing with a shirt and a towel in his hand. He cleans me up and gives me a kiss on my lips.

‘I’m gonna go pee.’ I murmur with the shirt clutched in my hand and he nods while he searches for pants himself.

When I’m back, the curtains are down, just a little night lamp is brightening the room with mostly just dark brown furnitures. Austin is already half asleep in the bed and I’m not sure if he wants me to stay or not. Should I just go? I don’t have a pair of pants.

‘Stop staring.’ He murmurs in a really low voice and I chuckle.

‘Are you going to stand there or— did I not tire you out enough?’ He says and props himself up on his elbow while patting the blanket next to him.

I start to walk towards the bed and I sit down on it before laying down next to him.

‘You okay?’ He asks.

‘Of course. More than okay.’ I smile and turn towards him. He extends his hand and just touches my cheek lightly.

‘Good night, Ana.’ He says, reaching for the bedside lamp to turn it off.

‘Good night, Austin.’ I smile and he pulls me closer. I can’t help myself but to kiss him gently again.

‘Sleep baby, we will continue this in the morning.’ He whispers.

Well, I didn’t expect this.

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Elvis Press Tour Masterpost Pt 1. Cannes Film Festival

Where: Cannes, France / May 2022

In Attendance: Most of the core cast + Priscilla Presley and Jerry Schilling. Just because xyz cast members aren’t seen on the carpet doesn’t mean they weren’t there. Adam Dunn + Xavier Samuel didn’t get photographed on the carpet but were there.

Other Notes: Kaia was in town and with Austin for Cannes!

may 25th pt. 1, press + photo call

austin interview (video)

vanity fair cover (photo)

may 25th pt. 2, premiere

red carpet footage (video, full hour)

sweet moment between olivia & priscilla (video)

baz with priscilla and jerry schilling (photo)

cute moment between austin and kaia (video)

12 minute standing ovation (video)

sweet moment between kaia and austin’s manager (video)

austin and kaia dancing at the afterparty (video)

austin and kaia at the afterparty (photo)

austin and kaia at the after party (video)

baz and austin at the afterparty (video)

more afterparty footage (includes that ^ baz and austin speech but the last 30 seconds of baz with austin and kaia is cute he is going nuts LOL)

elvis drone show at the afterparty (video)

olivia going into (or leaving?) the after party (video, blink and you miss him but i’m pretty sure that’s xavier in the bowtie trailing behind her entourage of body guards LOL)

austin, kaia, tom hanks, priscilla, and baz arriving to/leaving the after party with like .2 seconds of olivia at the end (video)

adam, xaiver and austin at the afterparty (video)

olivia + xaiver samuel at the afterparty and out with her friend jess and adam dunn. interpret as you will 🙈

may 26th, photo call + press

photocall red carpet (video)

press conference (video, the austin/olivia moments that go around tiktok are at the 8:38 and 19:48 timestamps)

misc

austin and kaia at a restaurant (spotting/photo)

olivia at the amFar benefit (photos)

alton at the amFar benefit (photos)

alton and baz at the amFar benefit (photos)

natasha at the amFar benefit (video)

tom + baz + olivia + austin interview (video)

olivia interview (article)

austin photoshoot (video)

#mollie’s press tour masterposts #gossip time with mollie #austin butler #olivia dejonge #elvis #elvis movie #cannes film festival #film #movies #alton mason #priscilla presley #baz luhrmann #kaia gerber #tom hanks #austin butler x reader