#yn x elvis

[youaintnothinbuta]

Bathroom quickie — austin butler x reader

Summary: you and Austin have somehow worked each other up during your time at the met gala, and as soon as you possibly can, you sneak off into a bathroom for a quickie.

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem!reader

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, explicit, mature language, unprotected sex. Probably some typos

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You and Austin posed for a photo together while at the Met Gala, his hand behind your back, giving your bum a gentle squeeze.

“Austin, there’s cameras behind us too.” You reminded him. A low, almost inaudible grumble came from his throat in response.

“Need you.” He whispered, trying his best not to break his stare from the cameras flashing at the pair of you. He was half expecting you to shut him down, to tell him to wait til you’re home.

“Need you, too.” You replied, the same barely audible whisper. He shuddered at your response, so desperately trying not to tear you to shreds right then and there. He brought his hand up around your waist, gripping onto you tightly, the pair of you squirmed around, incapable of standing still as you both tried to pose elegantly for the paparazzi. From the outside it must’ve looked tense, maybe like some sort of argument between the two of you.

You and Austin slowly moved up the red carpet, stopping every few steps in front of a new group of photographers. Austin followed behind you as you walked, the people in front of you stopping suddenly, making you press on the breaks abruptly. Austin, whose eyes were focused on the cameras, walked into your back and, god, almost collapsed as he brushed against your ass.

You didn’t know what had come over you, the both of you, but you couldn’t stand this, like the most itchiest itch you couldn’t scratch, you hated feeling this painfully desperate.

“I can’t do this.” You muttered, turning to him.

“Just make it to the end of the carpet.” He replied, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. As you continued along, in a painfully slow manner that felt like it took years to complete, you finally reached the end of the red carpet, where plenty of interviews were happening.

“Bathroom, let’s go.” He placed a hand on your back, gently, guiding you through the people in front of you. You went in first, Austin looking around for a moment to check no one was watching before following you in. The second you heard the click of him locking the door, you practically leapt at him. He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly as he walked you towards the wall. Instantly, you started squirming around in his grip, trying to get any sort of friction you could from him.

“Jesus, fuck.” He breathed out, pinning your fidgeting body between him and the wall.

You let out an accident squeal of desperation, begging him to do anything to you.

“Shh,” he chuckled, getting his thigh in between your legs so you could have something to grind against.

With you propped up against his thigh, he had his hands free to get your dress up around your waist. As he did this, your fingers found the zip of his pants, deftly undoing it.

“Please, baby.” he murmured, your fingers tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear.

“Now, Aus.” You nodded, barely even registering the words he spoke, just desperate for some sort of release. His fingers were already inside your panties, finding your wet slit. Your pussy throbbed at the touch, and you bit your lip as he rubbed circles over your clit.

His now wet fingertips found the hem of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles, his other hand bunching the skirt of your dress up around your torso. Your actions followed his, getting his underwear down, his cock springing free. It was long, thick, and veiny. A small bead of precum glistened at the tip, and you moaned at the sight of it. “Austin, please, I need you.” You whispered, desperately. He chuckled again, rubbing your clit faster as he moved his hips into yours, letting his cock slide passed your slick slit.

Normally he’d wait, give you time to adjust to the feeling of him. This time though, he just couldn’t.

He moved his hips forward, pushing his cock inside of you. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself closer to him.

He kissed you, roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth as he began to move inside of you. He was thrusting into you with a primal urgency. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you.

He broke the kiss, burying his face in your neck, nipping at your skin as he continued to fuck you. You were lost in the feeling of him inside of you. The pleasure was intense, and it was building quickly. His thumb worked on your clit, rubbing quick circles over you. You whimpered, almost crying with pleasure.

He was grunting with each thrust, his body tensing as he neared his climax. You could feel him begin to throb inside of you, and you knew that he was about to cum.

“Shh,” he hushed you gently, reminding you that this was neither the right time nor place for him to be fucking you.

“I'm going to come,” he said, his voice rough with desire, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside me,” you said, your voice a breathless whisper.

“You gotta come with me, honey, yeah? Can you do that for me?” He asked, practically panting.

“Y-yes, fuck.” You mumbled, with him getting rougher. He momentarily took his thumb off your clit, and dipped it in his mouth, coating it with his saliva. He brought it back to your clit, the extra wetness sending a tingling feeling up your spine. You choked back your moans, if you were anywhere else you'd be screaming his name.

His thrusts became more erratic, and as you felt your orgasm approaching, you hung on even tighter to his neck. With the way you were clinging to him, the way you were biting your lip to keep the sound suppressed, he knew you were about to come. His own orgasm was close too, and he wanted to come with you. He thrust into you hard, hitting your g spot, and you screamed into his shoulder, your orgasm washing over you, as you trembled on his cock. At the same time, he groaned, pulling you as close as he could to himself, his cock twitched inside of you as he came.

His orgasm was intense, and he felt like he was coming for hours. He pulled out of you, you shut your legs to try and stop his cum from running down the inside of your thighs. He leaned over you, his hands either side of your head, on the wall, trying to catch his breath as he redid the fly of his pants. After a moment, he grabbed some tissue paper, cleaning you up as best as he could. “How you feeling, baby?” He asked.

“Good, better.” You replied, pulling your panties back up, catching your breath with him. “Good.” He replied, kissing your forehead as he cupped your face with his hand.

“We should probably go.” He added, helping you stand up straight. “Yeah, we should.” You agreed, still breathing heavily.

He took your hand, letting you walk out the door first. With his head down, he followed you close behind, his hand moving to your lower back as he walked with you, back out, joining the rest of the Elvis cast.

‘I love you.’ Austin mouthed as he held you close by his side.

‘I love you too.’ You mouthed back, he pulled you into his chest briefly, giving you a subtle hug.

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[pastorpresent]

Just Let Me Adore You.

[ you can't watch what their doing to him any more. He's overworked. Exhausted, and pumped full of pills to keep awake. ]

TW: mention of drug use, vomiting, blood, mild sexual content.

Elvis/YN, or Austin!Elvis/YN if preferred

"Where is he?"

Your voice is sharp, demanding, and Vernon looks fearful almost as he takes a small step behind the colonel.

"Don't get all twisted up, sweetness. He's resting, was a big show tonight."

You didn't think you could hate anyone quite as much as you hated the man in front of you. From the minute he stepped into the picture, he only had one intention: bleed Elvis dry for everything he had.

It didn't matter how much you tried to warn him. Elvis saw him as a second father figure of sorts, and refused to say a bad word about the old bastard.

You had no such qualms.

"I want to see him, you twisted monster," you spat, glare hardening.

The ridiculous show schedule they had him on was taking its toll. Tonight more than ever. He looked awful up there, even if he did sing and perform just as perfect as ever, but even that made your chest ache. He would kill himself before he would let down his fans. You could see it backstage, between songs, where he would all but stumble to the waiting chair, letting them slip him pills and needles and shoving his face in ice water until he was gasping for breath, hurriedly reapplying his eyeliner before the next song.

He was dead on his feet. A puppet on strings doing everything he was told, consequences be damned.

"Now listen to me-"

"Let her in," that was Vernon's tired voice cutting in, avoiding your face, but you could see the guilt there anyway. "She might be able to settle him down," he continued, even softer, and you felt your concern grow worse.

Parker huffed, muttering something incoherent but stepping aside away from the door to the penthouse. You kept your posture tall, giving him a brief nod before pushing past and locking the door behind you.

There was silence for a few moments, and then a half moan, half sob. It was unmistakably him.

You followed the noise to the bathroom, and found your lover on the floor covered in vomit, sobbing dejectedly over the bathtub.

"Elvis, sweetheart," you gasp, dropping to your knees. He recoils almost, curling in on himself miserably.

"You need to go, mama. Can't- Can't be having you 'round when I'm like this," he moaned, burying his face away in his legs.

"No, baby. This is exactly the times I should be around," you say, moving close enough to wrap your arms around him. His reaction is almost automatic, even if he does try to fight it. His arms curl desperately around your waist, face buried in your chest as he cries, begs for unnecessary forgiveness.

"Hate myself, baby. I'm- I can't- I need to let you go, mama. You need'a run. Run far a'ay, you hear me?"

You shook your head, rocking him and pressing kisses to his damp hair, running your fingers over his back.

"Don't say those things. Please, Elvis. Don't say those things. You're amazing, baby. You did so well up there tonight," you knew it was what he needed, ultimately. He was so terrified of failing, of disappointing those flocks of people who scream and cry for him, as if he ever even could. You were convinced he could sit and talk for a few minutes about the blandest topic in the world and they would still go wild.

It was his greatest fear. That's why he let them fill him with drugs and take half his money. Consequences be damned, as long as he was making the people happy.

He all but mewled against you at the praise, slumping further into your warmth, mumbling a broken "you rea'ly think so?"

It shattered your heart, and you nodded, kissing his forehead.

"So good baby, but you need to rest now, for a little while. Till you're all nice and better, sweetheart."

Predictably, he shook his head, although anything he planned on saying was cut off with a harsh gag, and he was pulling away from you quickly to cough up a sickly mix of bile and blood over the tile floor.

He was pale, skin clammy, and while you winced in sympathy you couldn't help but be slightly relieved at the ejection of those horrible pills from his body.

He was apologising again, words slurred and body wracked by violent shakes.

"'Nother show, a-at t-ten. Colonel said demand was enough for it, I'm gettin' two shows a night," he sounded proud, despite being half dead on the floor like a weakened animal, eyes half shut and muscles tense, twitching incessantly.

"No," you spoke firm, leaving absolutely zero wiggle room for compromise, "you can't go back out there tonight. A few nights, maybe even a few weeks. You're going to kill yourself," it was brutal, perhaps a little harsh, but what else could you do? How else would he ever come to accept how bad the situation was, if not even one person in his life could be honest?

"If it's how I go, it's how I go."

Anger fluttered in your stomach, and you pulled him up to sit against the wall, sitting directly in front of him, hands clamped on his shoulders. You watched his eyes drift and struggle to focus on your face despite the close proximity.

"Don't you dare! What about Lisa, huh? You gonna have me explain to her where her daddy's gone? Want me to tell her how he loved them more than her? The Colonel, the fans, whoever the hell else! And- and what about me?! You just- you just gonna leave me, like that? After everything?!"

You didn't realise quite how worked up you had gotten, nor the tears streaming over your face, until he lifted a hand to cup your cheek, trying to thumb the wetness away as if he could make it all better just by cleaning up your hysterics.

It was him pulling you in this time. You wanted to fight. You were so damn furious, still - but his hands left you powerless, reducing you to a palatable mess who sunk against him in a bone heavy heap, hiding your face in his neck.

"Sorry, mama. Sorry. Not leaving either of yas, what kinda man would that make me, huh? What kinda daddy, or husband? Needa look after ya better, don't I? Look after my best girls."

You nod against his damp skin, a mix of tears and sweat as his body struggles. Your breath hitches when you feel how shaky his hands are running through your hair, and you pull back enough to wipe at your eyes.

"Let's get you to bed, baby. Let me look after you this time," you say quietly, running your thumb over his jaw. He blinks at you, a small smile tugging his lips, even if it is a little forced.

He looks pained and so, so exhausted. You never thought yourself capable of violence, but you wouldn't hesitate to kill Tom Parker for what he's done to your man. You remember those early days, back in memphis, back when his momma was alive. He was so bright then - so happy and carefree.

The years since had only served to beat him down. The shows and the fame and the fucking colonel- they only ever served to break him, and here he was now. Broken. He would never again be that nineteen year old starry eyed boy you first met, but that was ok. You loved him no matter what, just like you always swore.

You help him to his feet, and between yourself and the bathtub he makes it up on trembling legs. You wrap your arm secure around his waist, and you notice his slight wince, an insecurity spurred on by those awful pills. You tighten your grip, kiss his cheek to reassure him you don't care in the slightest.

It's slow, but you get him to the bed. He all but collapses into it with a groan, eyes already fluttering shut.

"Let's get you some clean clothes, baby," you encourage, and he obeys so easily as you strip him out of the soiled jumpsuit, tugging on some briefs in its place and some softer sleeping pants.

"Shirt, mama?"

It's not cold in the room, and the vulnerability in his eyes makes the shattered pieces of your heart burn.

"Don't need one, baby. I promise. You're gorgeous. All my gorgeous man, daddy," you assure, kissing his collarbone all tender and letting your hands move careful over his sides.

He shivers, squirming a little on the bed under your touch.

"You sure baby? Not quite as pretty as I useta be," he mumbles, and you huff a little, continuing to kiss downwards, on your knees all but worshipping every piece of visible skin.

"So gorgeous, daddy."

"What'd I do to deserve ya, huh?" Elvis whispers, and you chuckle a little against his skin, and his smile this time feels much more real.

"Somethin' diabolical, I'm sure," you tease, pushing him gentle until he lies down.

"Think I must'a been a saint or somethin," he drawled, and you smile.

"Or somethin."

You dip to press a kiss to his forehead, which still feels awfully hot. You decide a cold towel might help, but as you go to grab it he grips your hand.

"Where ya goin?"

He's giving you those puppy eyes, fingers linking with yours.

"Gonna get a towel, try to cool you down some. You're burning, baby," he shakes his head, whimpering a little, pressing his lips to your hand.

"Stay, mama. Ya all I need, you'll fix me right up with ya pretty lips. Just wanna hold ya, is all. Ya my medicine," he murmurs, and you sigh softly, perching on the bed and running your fingers through his hair.

"I'll only be downstairs, baby. Just one moment, ok?"

Reluctantly he loosens his grip, pressing a weak kiss to your thigh as an almost wordless agreement.

You rush downstairs and search for a towel, wetting it with cold water. You grab a bowl from the kitchen incase the nausea hits again, and a glass of water. You're just gathering up the things to take upstairs when you hear voices from the bedroom.

You quickly grab the supplies and go up, only to find Elvis now half sitting, struggling to get all the way up, breathing rough like he's panicking and trying not to cry. The colonel stands at the foot of the bed, cigar between his lips puffing clouds of smoke, arms folded over his chest as he watched, almost bemused.

"What the hell are you doing?" You spit, almost dropping the glass in your haste to reach your man. You place the water on the bedside, the bowl on the floor, and ease the towel around his neck, whispering reassurances as you direct him to lie back down. You can see in his eyes that he doesn't necessarily want to, but his body is far too weak to fight your guiding hands, and his head lands back onto the pillow with a soft thump.

"He's got a performance in a half hour. We need him downstairs for sound check and wardrobe," Parker states, voice void of any sympathy. He's looking at the sick man with something akin to frustration and anger, and you can see how it hurts him, can feel him try to sit again under your hands only to be physically incapable.

"He's not going on that damn stage," you growl right back.

"It's none negotiable, little girl. He signed a damn contract, he honours it!" Tom hissed, getting into your space.

You didn't back down, grabbing your lovers hand to assure him you were ok when you felt him try to struggle to his feet again.

"He's half fucking dead, you dimwit! You're working him to death, can't you see that? He's a human being! You can't just stuff him with drugs and push him onto a damn stage night in night out! He needs rest!"

The Colonel shook his head, chuckling. He looked at Elvis, who was glaring up at him now.

"You letting your girl fight your battles now? Letting her make the rules?"

He glances your way, tightening the grip on your hand.

"She's right. It's too much," it felt almost relieving to hear him finally say it. "Tell them I'll resume I'm a few days but not tonight."

You hoped you could convince him for a little more than that, but it would do for now.

The colonel seemed to of realised he lost, storming out with a promise to make us both pay.

The door slammed, and you climbed onto the bed immediately, wrapping yourself around him and kissing his lips sweetly, letting your hands draw patterns over his bare arms.

"I do good, baby?" He hummed quietly, and you nod, the tension melting from your body as he nuzzles into you, linking your legs and bringing his arms around your waist to tug you closer.

"The best. I'm proud of you," you murmur into his hair, peppering his face with gentle kisses.

You both lie like that for a little while, and eventually you can feel him snoring softly against you. You let yourself drift off too, feeling impossibly safe in his arms.

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

Please Don’t Leave Me: Elvis Presley

Austin Butler Masterlist

word count: 608

Request:  I was wondering if you could do something with Austin!elvis where the reader is an artist as well and they get into an argument at Graceland in front of his parents and the reader ends up leaving for a bit ( like a few hours) she comes back and he’s all over?? If not that’s ok too🥰🥰

You weren't even sure what you and Elvis were arguing about at this point, what had started out as you bringing up some concerns about his manager The Colonel, that both you and your own manager noticed was now turned around on you saying how you were jealous of him and anything else he could spew at you.

"Elvis you need to calm down. I did not realize you to talk to a woman like that." His mother said.

"Mama stayed out this!" He said angrily.

"Elvis baby I'm not trying to fight with you, I'm just trying to look out for you, you have so much potential and I don't want the Colonel to take advantage of that." You said wiping your tears.

"I don't need you to look out for me!" He shouted nearly making you flinch.

"Fine, I won't then." You said snatching your bag and keys off of the counter and making a run for one of the cars.

"Baby where are you going?" He called out chasing after you.

You climbed into the car and started it ignoring everyone who was calling out after you, before speeding out of there watching as Elvis's figure disappear in your rearview mirror as you left. You drove around for a bit trying to clear your head, trying to understand why Elvis was so harsh to you. You pulled up to one of your favorite shops where you knew the owner would let you come hang out and write if you wanted to in peace without any questions.

"New song?" The owner asked as you sat there working out a new melody on the piano.

"More or less." You said not sure what you were playing, it was just helping you keep your mind off Elvis.

Meanwhile back at Graceland Elvis was a mess constantly pacing the house with each hour that passed and you still weren't home. He was worried that maybe you had left for good after everything he said to you today, he needed to know that you were okay. He took a seat outside on the steps and tried to calm himself down when he saw someone pulling into Graceland and he prayed that it was you. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was you and stood up immediately and once you were out of the car, he wrapped his arms around you.

"I was so worried about you baby." He said quietly placing kisses all over your face before finally resting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I just needed to get out of here for a little bit before we said things we both regret." You said.

"No don't apologize, baby, none of what happened today was your fault. I was so worried that you were gonna leave me today after how mean I was to you when you were only looking out for me. Please don't leave." He said crying as he pulled back so he could look you in the eye.

"I'm not gonna leave you, Elvis. Not now, not ever. I love you so much, baby." You said wiping his tears before placing a kiss on his lips.

"I love you too sweetheart, now let's go get some rest." He said grabbing your hand and leading you inside the house.

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[oh-austin]

photographer!yn

for all my wives because we can’t stop thirsting over these bts pics

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yourinstagram early hair and makeup test #elvisfilm

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user3 how did you get these pics?

↳ user5 she’s the film’s photographer, baz hired her

↳ yourinstagram that he did!! I have a very cool job

oliviadejonge making austin look 10x better

↳ yourinstagram it’s hard work 🥱

austinfan6 austin in these pics hnggggg 🥴🥴🥴

↳ austinfan8 makes me feel some sorta way

user11 are you going to post more Elvis bts

↳ yourinstagram my entire feed is now dedicated to pictures of my time in Australia and Elvis 🫶🏼

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oliviadejonge yourinstagram and i take on australia

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yourinstagram miss dejonge arent you supposed to be on set right now?

↳ oliviadejonge miss l/n I didn’t think that canoodling with the talent was in your job description 🧐

↳ austinfan16 sorry what?

austinfan18 as if olivia just outed y/n like that

austinfan19 now olivia tell us which cast member y/n was kissing 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

↳ austinfan22 has to be austin

↳ user24 idk dacre was seen in queensland a few days ago…

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yourinstagram baz and austin in early hair and makeup tests for #elvisfilm

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austinfan22 just admit you’re dating austin

austinfan25 you’re not fooling anyone xo

austinbutler your eye for art never ceases to amaze me

↳ yourinstagram 🖤

↳ user26 what’re y’all doing? .. screwin?

↳ austinfan28 definitely

dacremontgomery you’re an amazing photographer y/n

↳ yourinstagram ❤️❤️

↳ austinfan30 me trying to decode what the different coloured hearts mean 😤😤😤

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yourinstagram six months in australia now, so grateful for my job and everything that’s come with it 🖤

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austinfan32 UHHHHH Y/N WHATS THAT NECKLACE YOURE WEARING

austinfan35 UMMMMM LIKE AN INTITAL NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS YOU.. BUT BECAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS YOU???

↳ austinfan36 I knew she was a swiftie 😭😭

user37 y/n exposed her and austin I can’t believe this 🫢

austinfan38 ‘A’ AS IN AUSTIN

yourinstagram has deleted this post !

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austinupdates OKAY!!! So Y/N L/N, the Elvis film photographer, had the second post up yesterday and then deleted it because she was wearing a necklace with an ‘A’ on it (1st slide) Many people believe that they’ve been together for the last six months or so. Now Y/N has reuploaded the picture with the necklace CROPPED OUT (2nd slide)!!!

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austinfan44 Y/N YOURE NOT SLICK

user47 I understand wanting to keep our relationship private, but now everyone knows they should just tell us

austinfan49 I want y/n and austin content

user53 confused, wasn’t she sending hearts to dacre???

↳ austinfan55 she just replied to his comment with some

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austinbutler grateful for this opportunity to fill such big shoes. thank you to my lady for capturing my first time all done up as the king #elvisfilm

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austinfan58 austin being the one to confirm their relationship was not on my bingo card for this year

austinfan61 MY LADY? Someone catch me im swooning

austinfan64 y/n these elvis pics are making me h-word…

↳ yourinstagram me too, it’s okay

user66 I cant wait for this movie

bazlurhman you’re such a talent 🌟

austinbutler 🖤🖤🖤

↳ yourinstagram 🖤

↳ austinfan68 guys i think black hearts are their thing, we might just be dumb 😭😭

oliviadejonge wait.. you’re dating y/n… I’m also dating y/n

↳ austinbutler yourinstagram care to explain?

↳ yourinstagram there’s enough of me to go around, go back to doing your jobs

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[austinsmutler]

Hating Everything She Tries On | Austin Butler x Reader | One Shot

Summary: After a year of living as a shut-in with Austin, you're stuck trying to choose a nice dress for your date. Austin doesn't mind watching you get ready though ;)

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 1309

What you’ll like: Supportive Austin, Austin oogling you, just casually being smitten, supportive relationship, established relationship, FLUFF

Warnings: None really, this is just adorable. Buuut reader feels a little uncomfortable in some of these dresses, and if that's something you don't want to read about right now, read Everyday instead- a dreamy Austin x Reader comfort fic, just for you :)

A/N: For bonus points, listen to Hating Everything She Tries On by Drake Milligan, the gorgeous song that inspired this.

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Please tell me everything you want! Confess your sins! Have a good time with it!)

5:30 PM, Friday. Not a hint of thunder or rain outside, but inside the bedroom looked like a category 4 hurricane. Two dresses made up a dejected ‘maybe’ pile on the bed, three more littered the floor. 

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath, standing sideways in the bedroom mirror and inspecting the dress until it felt threadbare on your skin. A tasteful red piece with a sweetheart neckline and rose details on the sleeves. “What do you think?”

You looked in the mirror to catch eyes with Austin, who was sitting on the end of the bed, watching your every move with a thoughtful expression.

“Gorgeous.”

“Liar. Unzip me.” He leaned forward and did as you asked.

“It’s not my fault you look good in all these dresses.” He pressed a kiss to your bare skin before leaning back to watch you shimmy out of the dress.

It was your first date in a while. Austin had been away for months, busy with countless premiers, press tours and interviews around the world. His role as Elvis was an undeniable success and one of his proudest achievements, but it wasn’t without complications. 

Before, your boyfriend had been just yours- now the rest of the world shared your love for him. You couldn’t go out without cameras flashing in your face, and it was a hundred times worse if you were together. His hand in yours did little to settle the fluttering in your stomach when photographers yelled things like, 

“Give us a smile!”

“Austin, when’re you popping the question?”

“Is it true you’re expecting a baby in November?”

It had been over a year since Elvis hit theatres, and the world was still glued to Austin- and you, by extension. The worst of the hype was starting to die down now, and tonight you’d be going to a sweet dinner spot in LA; not too fancy, not too loud. Austin had eaten there plenty of times now without being bothered. The waiters were even starting to act calm when he walked in. Yes, tonight was going to be a good night to rekindle some romance in your relationship.

If you could just find something fucking nice to wear.

This one was black, sexy, a Diana-revenge-style dress with a slit up one thigh and spaghetti straps. You made a face, plucking them like satin guitar strings.

“I hate these.”

“You hate looking like princess Di?” Austin couldn’t hide his smirk.

“It’s too much skin. I don’t want any more of those gross gossipy headlines about my body.”

You slipped the spaghetti straps down your shoulders and kicked the pool of black fabric across the floor. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to keep calm. Austin pulled you to his lap, arms around your bare waist. 

“You look beautiful in everything.” His voice rumbled against your ear. That was one change you didn’t mind so much since Elvis came out; he had a cute voice before, but now it was unbearably sexy. 

“I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes and lay your head back, in the crook of his neck that always managed to smell so good. You’d missed that smell, a mix of cologne and something unspeakably Austin. “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

“I don’t mind watching you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, catching your eye in the mirror. He was dressed simply, black dress pants and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You were in your underwear. “Surprisingly, I like the view.”

You slapped his arm. “Perv.”

“I can’t help myself.” He grinned and let you get up for another pilgrimage to the closet.

A green velvet dress, one that came to just above your knees. This one had a line of brass buttons at the back. 

“Help me get into this one.” 

Austin’s fingers lingered on your hips once the dress was buttoned. The halter neck felt too hot around your throat, and the way the buttons cinched in your waist was gorgeous- but uncomfortable. 

You fell beside Austin with a groan, head in your hands. “I’m sorry it’s taking me so long.”

You’d never been the kind of girl to do this. Sure, you liked to look pretty- who didn’t? It was normal to dress nicely for yourself, for Austin, but now even doing that felt out of reach. The back of your throat was suddenly hot and choked up, vision blurring with frustrated tears. 

“Hey, it’s okay. You alright?” Your boyfriend frowned. 

“I’m just…” Just what? Tired? Overwhelmed? You needed to pick out a dress, that shouldn’t be hard. 

Austin studied your face for a minute, before nodding and looking ahead. His clear blue eyes met yours in the mirror, and he nodded. 

“I know. Everything’s a lot harder now.” He looked down at his hands. “If you want, if it makes you more comfortable, we can stay home. We can stay dressed up and not have to worry about anything, just be together. Does that sound nice?”

It did- because it was the same date night you’d had for the last year. Waiting for Austin to come home, waiting for the Elvis hype to die down, waiting to get used to the paparazzi and reporters who’d taken an all-of-a-sudden interest in everything from your favourite Starbucks order to your sex life. 

It was more than tempting to stay home and enjoy the privacy of your relationship. Home meant intimacy, a happy little bubble with Austin; but it also meant letting trashy gossip magazines control your life together.

“No. We’re going out. Unbutton me right now.”

He grinned. “Alright.”

He made a point of pressing kisses to your spine as he unbuttoned the dress, helping you lift it over your head. When you turned around to thank him, his face was clouded with an emotion you couldn’t name. 

“You know, I love you more and more every time you change.” He pulled you down for a kiss, lingering close to press his forehead against yours and murmur, “You look beautiful in everything. More beautiful with every dress, in fact. So take as long as you need.”

Heat rose in the back of your throat. What do I say to that? With the way he was looking at you, there was nothing to say. One quick peck and you were back at the closet. 

Maybe it was the way half of your wardrobe was on the bedroom floor. Maybe it was the way Austin went out of his way to remind you of all the reasons you loved him, no matter the challenges you faced together. Or maybe it was just a silly coincidence, but your eyes found a dress that had been pushed to the back of rotation for a while. 

“Austin?”

“Yeah?”

“Close your eyes.”

You peeked around the closet door to see Austin on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, head back, waiting. Perfect. 

You slipped on the dress and moved to take Austin’s hands, hoping he’d like your decision. His fingers found the zip and moved upwards, the fabric hugging you in all the right places. 

“Okay, open them now.”

“Wow.”

You bit back a smile at the look on his face. 

“I remember this one.”

You nodded; it was an old favourite. The first real dress you’d ever owned, paid for with your first paycheck from a summer internship. You’d worn it on your first date, and many more until you could afford nicer things, until Austin’s work and constant premiers demanded something a little fancier. 

“You always liked me in blue, right?”

“I like you in everything, but especially this.” He winked and stood up. “You ready to go? We can still make our reservation if I speed.”

“Take your time.” You grinned, “I want to enjoy our night.”

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[darlinboypresley]

So what if I start Halloween season a week early….👀👀👀

Say thank you Ashley for approving my idea @asshlyyyy this gonna be a wild one

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[boiohboii]

Starstruck

(Max Verstappen x idol! Reader)

When a video about 2 very famous is leaked, the public expects a specific response due to the nature of these people's jobs, luckily for them- or not- these 2 are just built different

Or

In which a kpop idol is not media trained that well

Requested ✅

N.B: this had been sitting in my drafts for a long ass while tbh, i really loved the idea but struggled to write out yn's character cause I didn't want it to be repetitive or too much, so thank you to @vixxen-lou for helping me out and also a thanks to @mirrorball-6 for helping me come up with how max and yn met (there is another part just for that cause I couldn't fit it in here, sort of like a prologue). HUGE THANK YOU TO BOTH OF YOU, ADORE YOU! ♥️♥️. Also big love to @dark-night-sky-99 and @lifeless-firefly for interacting and willing to help, appreciate it really!💖💖 HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY READING IT!

WARNINGS: NOT PROOF READ, swear words (dick, if I missed anything else lmk), timeline isn't that accurate.

Masterlist

Faceclaim: Jihyo from Twice

youtube: Buzzfeed interview-->stray kids talk about formula 1 and meeting max verstappen

Liked by Twice_official, pierregasly, lilym and 1,728,093 others

Maxverstappen1: what a break.

username: is he trying to soft launch? After whatever tf happened within the past 2 weeks?!?!

Lilym: I can't believe THE YN LN IS A FELLOW WAG!

Twice_official: oh please, you flatter me, I really want to meet you and all the girls, I bet it'll be such a blast! -YN

Lilym: it'd be such an honor omg, marry me? I had a poster of you in my closet

Alex_albon: babe!!!

Lilym: shush, she has always been my celebrity crush

Twice_official: and what a weekend it will be -YN

officialskz: dear fia officials, BE SCARED! RUN FOR THE HILLS -han

username: if I were the fia, I'd listen these boys grew up with her

(Ps: just imagine the elvis suit and it's at night)

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[monzabee]

hearbreak hotel (social media au) - ms47

masterlist ||

Summary: The one where you run into your ex, Mick, at Las Vegas, and chaos ensues.

Pairing: mick schumacher x ex!reader (model used: random people i found on pinterest!!)

Warnings: none other than some cursing

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

yourusername tagged location: new york, new york

Liked by yourbestie, yourotherbestie and 23,847 others

yourusername: well, since my baby left me

yourbestie: see what we're not going to do is listen to elvis and get drunk

yourusername: what about if we did the opposite order?

yourbestie: istg you are the primary reason for my headaches

user: WHAT DOES THE CAPTION MEAN, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

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user: is the baby mick? did mick leave you? what??

user: someone get estaban in here because we need answers

user: oh i think they broke up, because mick never misses any of her posts..

user: DO NOT SAY THAT

user: I REPEAT, DO NOT GIVE THAT ENERGY OUT TO THE UNIVERSE

yourusername tagged location: las vegas, nevada

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yourusername: viva las vegas baby!!

user: you look happy, queen!

user: this is how i imagined my 20s would go but i'm rotting in my bed

yourusername: honestly that's me most of the time

user: oh she sooo won the breakup

yourotherbestie: okay but us in gracetown when?

yourbestie: i'm so down

yourusername: i'm booking the fucking flights

estebanocon: venez au garage alpin!!!!

yourusername: je le ferai, promis!!

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mickschumacher posted a story!

yourusername tagged location: las vegas, nevada

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yourusername: i think i'm surviving my first trip to vegas guys!!

user: this is the ultimate girl's trip and i love it

user: i'm so obsessed with your whole vibe

fatherkels: okay but the skirt is giving mirrorball

yourusername: best believe i'm still bejeweled

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user: BUT DID SHE GO TO THE ALPINE GARAGE?

user: what if👀 she saw👀 mick👀

yourusername posted a story!

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher: vegas nights

user: looking good, mickolas!

user: he's finally smiling again😭

mercedesamgf1: see you in paddock tomorrow again, schumi!✌️

mickschumacher: 🙃✌️

georgerussel61: where's my good wishes??

user: okay but i think we all want to know if he saw yn or not??

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user: okay but spill the tea mick, did something happen in vegas??

user: what a cool dude!!

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[yetanothersparrowofthedawn]

Love Songs and Shit (Extended Masterpost)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x YN

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Fluff, Smut (honestly it varies depending on the chapter)

Wordcount: if only I knew...

Plot: YN is a popular American singer-songwriter who, on a rainy evening in 2018, crossed path with the members of Greta Van Fleet. It didn't take long for the usually detached and fiercely independent girl to experience an unfamiliar itch. As she put pen to paper, it seemed a certain long-haired guitarist had her thinking about writing love songs and shit.

Concept: Each Album is a period of YN's journey, each track is a song she wrote after a specific chapter, so basically her discography is a chronological story of her life (with Jake, mostly). I'm currently not posting chapters in chronological order, but everything is organized in chronological order on this Masterpost.

Disclaimer: All the album covers are paintings by Norwegian painter Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen I edited. So, credit to that guy.

Also some chapters may involve triggering themes, I'll add the specific trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Stay safe, besties.

(PREQUEL)Debut Album: "Remain Nameless" => NOT YET STARTED

Old Money

Seven

Blue Velvet

Lost at Sea

Bel Air

South London Forever

This is what makes us girls

Dollhouse

All-American Bitch

Hope There’s Someone

Grace

idontwannabeyouanymore

Remain Nameless

Brutal

Rabbit Heart

National Anthem

2nd Album: "Sweet Nothings" => NOT YET STARTED

The Night We Met

Ride

Lover to Lover

Body Electric

Moves

Hiding

Hope is a Dangerous thing for me to have

Love Song

Sweet nothings

3rd Album: "Let the Light In" => NOT YET STARTED

Wildest dreams

All the girls you've loved before

Cornelia street

How Big, How blue, How beautiful

Dress

Love

Always Remember Us This Way

Let the Light In

Lover

4th Album: "How to Disappear" => NOT YET STARTED

The Next Best American Record

King

Brooklyn Baby

How to Disappear

Mariners Apartment Complex

Norman Fucking Rockwell

Watercolor Eyes

Sky Full of Song

One step forward, three steps back

Out of the woods

5th Album: "The Greatest" => NOT YET STARTED

Happiness is a Butterfly

Swan song

Too Good at Goodbyes

Favorite Crime

You're Losing Me

Without You

The Greatest

6th album: "Long & Lost" => IN PROGRESS

Hits Different (coming soon..)

Now that we don’t talk

Beautiful People with Beautiful Problems

Long & Lost (coming next)

Is it over Now? (coming soon..)

All This and Heaven Too

7th Album: "St Jude" => DONE

California

Secrets from a Girl

Style

The Way I loved You

St Jude

All You Had to do Was Stay

Honeymoon

Happier than ever

8th Album: "The End of Love" => ON HIATUS

The Bomb

Prayer Factory

River

All too well

Caught

Stargirl Interlude

Getaway car

Angels like you

Various Storms and Saints

Leave my Body

Cassandra

The End of Love

9th Album: "Dream Girl Evil" => NOT YET STARTED

Carmen

A&W

Hometown Glory

Dream Girl Evil

Swimming

Restraint

Sober

Sober II

Heaven Is Here

June

God knows I tried

Never Let Me Go

(SEQUEL) 10th Album: "Margaret" => NOT YET STARTED

Morning Elvis

Girls against God

Mama who bore me

Patricia

Did you know that there's a tunnel under ocean boulevard?

Kitsungi

Back in Town

I Drink Wine

Back to December

Margaret

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

You Ain’t Woman Enough [To Take My Man]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Reader, Original Female Character, Can be Kathy Westmoreland if you want

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4106

Summary: You’ve come to tell me something, you say I ought to know.

Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Reader Has A Name, Marriage, Cheating, Adultery, Affairs, Serial Cheating, Kissing, Nudity, Shower Stuff, Guilt, Angst, Hell Hath No Fury etc etc, Song Fic, You Ain’t Woman Enough [To Take My Man] // Loretta Lynn

Notes: Ive decided to use actual names instead of YN in these reader Fics x

ELVIS MASTERLIST // SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

The suite was quiet as you entered, almost perfectly still just as your husband had left it. The curtains were closed though you doubted they’d even been opened today and the air conditioning was on making the room a crisp sixty-eight degrees. It made you shiver. After all, you had spent weeks back at home alone getting used to being in rooms that didn’t feel like a meat locker. Still, as the goosebumps formed on your flesh and the scent of his cologne hit your nostrils you were happy to be there. As you moved through the room you noticed your suitcase had already made it upstairs and though you knew you only had a small amount of time to get downstairs before Elvis went back on for his second show you didn’t find yourself rushing. No, even though you were happy to be reunited after weeks apart you wanted to at least look presentable so you heaved your suitcase up onto the bed so that you could rifle through it. However you had only managed to pull a couple of items out when you heard the door open and expecting it to be one of the boys you turned around ready to tell them you’d not be long. Yet when you looked around you found it wasn’t one of the boys at all, it was another woman, one you didn’t recognise.

She crept in, straightening up once she turned around and found you watching her, a blush on her sun-kissed cheeks.

‘Oh sorry,’ she mumbled, ‘I didn’t know anyone was in here.’

‘It’s fine. Can I help you?’ you replied.

‘No, it’s um nothing,’ she said dropping her gaze to the floor as she ran a hand through her blown-out brunette locks, ‘it’s fine I was just-’

‘Looking for Elvis?’ you asked which finally made her bright blue eyes snap up to meet yours, guilt swimming through them as they stared back at you.

‘No, uh,’ she said no doubt scrambling for an excuse yet you were quicker, having been down this road before you had learned to distinguish between the two types of women who circulated around your husband. Those who could be trusted and those who couldn’t. And those who couldn’t all seemed to harbour the same actions whenever you were around, watching you with wide-eyed guilt, dropping their gazes, or feigning stupidity or ignorance. Whether it was for your benefit or theirs you weren’t sure but sometimes, when Elvis wasn’t around, you grew tired of it. You grew tired of pretending not to know why a woman would be sneaking into your husband's private suite, not when you knew that there was no way your husband would’ve allowed her to come anywhere near his room tonight. No, he would’ve orchestrated it so that your paths never crossed which meant that her presence here was of her own choosing and so you decided to do away with pretences.

‘So what are you doing in his suite then? You’re aware it’s private, right?’ you challenged which appeared to make something change inside her, whatever coyness she had been going to attempt disappearing, an attitude in its place. Ah, you realised. She’s one of them. As you had become an expert in fishing out the woman who couldn’t be trusted you had also started to put them into categories. There were the innocent ones, the ones who fell for his charm and charisma like you had many moons ago and even though they knew it was wrong they succumbed all the same, guilt coursing through them at the mere thought of you. There were bold ones, ones who weren’t really expecting whatever they had to go anywhere but were making the most of it whilst they still had his attention. They too had guilt but it was different, rationalised that at the end of the day, he still chose you. And then there were ambitious ones, ones that had fallen for him too but now sought to lay claim. Ones that didn’t feel guilty because in their eyes you were the other woman, the one keeping them from what they wanted. These were the worst of the bunch, mostly because they almost always sought to make it sure that you were aware of their presence. Hence why she was standing in front of you. Indisputable proof.

‘If you must know he asked to see me,’ she said, folding her arms across her chest. You eyed her for a minute, musing over the fact you’d probably seen more fabric on one of your daughter's dolls than she was had on right now though she’d probably spent hours agonising over just what to wear. For both yours and Elvis’s attention presumably. As you finally caught her eye you found she was watching you exasperatedly, no doubt wondering why you hadn't torn into her. Wondering how you could remain calm when both of you knew what was going on. Sometimes you wondered how you could do it yourself but to see how your lack of reaction was getting under her skin you continued, the only words that you offered were, ‘Oh sure.’

‘He did,’ she said snappily making you smile.

‘Honey my husband is many things but he isn't stupid,’ you said moving back to your suitcase so that you could continue unpacking. To come here and goad you was one thing, to distract you from the task at hand was another.

‘What's that supposed to mean?’ she asked.

‘It means that he asked me to come to Vegas today. Do you really think he’d risk having another woman in his room?’ you said, turning around as you folded a dress over your arm. Her face went cold then, any trace of guilt wiped from it confirming your suspicions she had chosen to do this off her own back, ‘no. My bet is you thought now was a good time to come and tell me the truth right?’

You waited, looking at her expectantly as you continued to unpack. When she didn’t say anything, you sighed and said, ‘Well go on then. I haven’t got all day to wait around for whatever you’re gonna say.’

‘Elvis and I are dating,’ she said proudly, a smile tugging at her lips.

‘Is that right?’ you asked, finally stopping in your movements to look at her.

‘Yeah it is,’ she said, ‘have been for a while.’

‘Wow,’ you said sarcastically, ‘and uh, let me guess he loves you? Promised you the world you and you're just here to let me know before it all gets outta hand?’

‘It’s the right thing to do,’ she said.

‘And is dropping your panties for a married man also the right thing to do?’ you asked. You refused to show your irritation outwardly but it didn’t half stick in your craw whenever they laid on the martyr act. The girls-girl only looking out for your best interests, like they had been thinking of you and your family when they’d let him talk his way into their beds.

‘Look I didn’t have to come here. I didn’t have to tell you,’ she started making your irritation crash like a wave inside you, finally seeping out into your tone.

‘Oh but you wanted to right?’ you challenged, ‘that’s why you came looking for me when you knew I’d be here alone. Let me guess you’re just letting me know so I can plan ahead. Bow out gracefully, right?’

‘It’s better than being dumped,’ she scoffed.

‘True,’ you said, ‘but then again that would mean me allowing someone to take what's mine. And I can tell you now that'll happen over my dead body.’

‘He doesn’t love you anymore,’ she snapped.

‘Is that right?’ you mused, genuinely trying not to laugh. You knew it wasn’t funny, the idea of your husband lying beside this twenty-something and filling her head with the idea they had a future yet you couldn’t help but laugh. Because they fell for it every time.

You knew how of course. It was that same silver tongue that had gotten you into his bed, the ring on your finger, the marriage that you had. He had wormed his way into your life the way he did to theirs but there were differences because for all the promises he gave them, he gave you twenty more. For all the times he told them he loved them he made sure you were loved in every way possible. It wasn’t exactly painless, the idea that he could flout your marriage vows so easily would always hurt, but you had learned to deal with it because you knew that they didn’t mean anything, not really. Because time and time again you were the one he chose. Maybe you were a fool to let him. To turn a blind eye to it all. But when it was over, when he’d had his fill of whatever contact or affection he needed he always came back, more the man you married than before.

‘He told me he just wants out,’ she sneered, ‘he just doesn’t want to pay you your money.’

‘Honey,’ you said knowing full well your tone was fully laced with condescension but unable to care, ‘if you believe that you’re dumber than a box of rocks.’

She scoffed at that, her mouth falling into a tight scowl that made it look foreign against her pretty features. You sighed before you said, ‘you think I’m lying? More to the point do you really think you’re the first?’

At that her face flicked with uncertainty, your words calling into question whatever she had assumed to be fact, casting doubt she hadn't anticipated. It was cruel really and if she hadn't been so cocky, so determined to ruin your life, you might’ve even taken pity on her. After all, she was just a kid, one whose head had been filled with nonsense that she was too naïve to see couldn’t possibly be the truth.

‘Do you really think that if he wanted to go he wouldn’t just leave? That if he was so unhappy with me I’d force him to stay? He knows that if he doesn’t want to be in this marriage I sure as hell wont force him to be. And I'm sure whatever money he has to pay for our family he could earn back in a minute,’ you said. Again you watched as pain flicked across her features, guilt finally settling with her at the mention of your kids. Yet you didn’t let up. You refused to, ‘he has no intention of leaving me and whatever yarn he spins to get you into bed is between you and him. Hell darlin’, he’s probably as surprised as I am that it actually works.’

At that you offered a small laugh one that made her brows knit together as she tried to hold back whatever emotions she was feeling in front of you. It almost made you feel sorry for her. Almost. Yet you still needed to make sure she got the picture.

‘Elvis loves me and why his head may get turned every now and then he always comes crawling back, promising it won’t happen again until the next young thing in a tight skirt walks by,’ you said, ‘now a weaker woman would probably give up on him but I’m not weak and I sure as hell ain't gonna step aside and watch you ruin my marriage you hear me?’

She stayed quiet, that scowl still on her face though it looked as though it was holding back whatever she was scared to let burst out of her in front of you. Whether that anger or tears you weren’t sure. If anything you didn’t really care, you had said your piece. Though for whatever reason you felt the tiniest amount of compassion swill in you. After all, you were a seasoned veteran in the game of loving Elvis Presley, didn’t it fall to you to show her the ropes?

‘I will however offer you some advice,’ you said finally turning away from her and continuing with what you were doing before she came in, a slight act of mercy that allowed her to release the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. You heard it come out, shaky and pathetic, before her voice cut it off, her words coming out snarky as she replied, ‘Oh yeah, what's that?’

‘Don’t tell him you came here tonight,’ you said and as you pulled out a stunning blue dress, deciding that would be what you would wear at tomorrow night's show you heard her scoff.

‘Why afraid it’ll make him kick you to the kerb?’ she said, the scowl she had perfected back in full force as you turned around. You didn’t bother moving towards her, instead, you moved to the closet, sliding the door back until your husband’s vast wardrobe was on show, your dress slotting in perfectly next to his clothes, an action that made her eye twitch with irritation.

‘Oh honey,’ you said with a condescending smile, ‘it’s not me I’m scared for.’

And with that final remark she stormed from the room, slamming the door so hard behind her that the sliding door of the closet rattled in its tracks. You however couldn’t bring yourself to offer more than an eyeroll, her actions reminding you of your daughter who had a tendency to pitch a similar style of fit whenever she didn’t get her own way though of course she had the excuse of being three years old. You knew you should probably let it bother you. That the idea of another woman coming to tell you your husband didn’t want you any more should shake you to your core but it didn’t. You refused to let it because if you did it now you'd have to let it every damn time he conceded to be weak. And you refused to be weak too.

After that you busied yourself with unpacking and though you did head downstairs you made sure it was when Elvis was on stage, after all, there were things more interesting to you tonight than your husband's performance. Like finding out just who the girl was. That was how you’d come to find him on stage with her, laughing and joking as if nothing had even happened. And in an instant any thought you’d had about playing nice left your body because you had meant what you said. You weren’t going to stand aside and let her take him but now you were actively going to ensure she didn’t have the chance.

That thought came to you again later that night as you heard him call your name, the bathroom door opening as he said, ‘Lor, ya in here?’

‘In here,’ you called listening as he moved into the bathroom, clothes dropping to the floor as he went before you finally heard the glass door click open and then shut as his naked body slid in behind you, his arms ensnaring your waist.

‘Hi there,’ he mumbled as his lip met your neck.

‘Hi,’ you breathed sinking into him as he peppered kisses along your shoulder before you felt his hand snake down your slippery skin cupping your sex which caused you to shriek, ‘Elvis!’

‘I missed ya,’ he said as if it was your own fault not to have expected it.

‘I can see,’ you giggled wiggling your ass against his cock that was already growing rigid against you.

‘Joe told me you got here in between shows,’ he said his arousal not yet pressing enough that he felt the need to forgo chit-chat, ‘how come ya didn’t come down?

‘Oh I did but you know how it is when you haven’t seen folks in a while. I ended up bumping into people and we just got chatting,’ you said. That wasn’t untrue. You had spoken to some people, using carefully selected questions to get the information you craved without alerting them to what you were up to. You see you hadn’t been lying when you had told her to be careful. After all, you had done this dance a hundred times before and you knew all the steps. You knew if you challenged Elvis about his behaviour it would only get ugly. No, you needed to be smart. To orchestrate the situation so you got what you wanted but he was the one who felt like he had made the decision. And that was a skill you’d become an expert at.

‘Are they more important than me?’ he said and for a moment you were glad you were facing away from him, your expression liable to give you away as you thought about how he prioritised people in his life.

‘Of course not,’ you said, ‘but I knew I’d have you all to myself soon so I figured I’d play nice. Let them have you while they can.’

‘Ever the diplomat,’ he mused, his lips moving back to your neck for a moment. You knew now was the time to broach it, with him happy and pliant coming off the buzz of the show and the excitement of having you back. Yet you needed to do it carefully and so as he kissed you, you picked at your nails, removing the non-existent dirt from under them as you said, ‘but it wasn’t all bad. Actually, I got talking to one of your band members.’

‘Yeah?’ he asked, stopping his actions and resting his chin on your shoulder as he watched you carefully.

‘Yeah I don’t think we’ve met before though,’ you said, ‘they must be new.’

‘Yeah, there’s a couple of new faces around. We lucked onto some good talent for this season,’ he agreed.

‘Mmm, pretty too,’ you said, and though your words were casual you felt him stiffen, ‘I think her name is Kathy?’

‘Oh?’ he asked airily and though you could feel the heat of his blue eyes watching you you kept your face casual.

‘We had a nice chat,’ you said, ‘she told me you’ve really made this gig special.’

‘That right?’ he asked flatly.

‘Mmmhmm,’ you said.

‘Lori,’ he said ruefully.

‘I just think it’s a shame,’ you said continuing as though he hadn't spoken.

‘A shame?’ he asked confused.

‘Yeah well I know I said I didn’t manage to see the show before I came back up here but I caught some of it and well to think of her stuck being backing vocals when she could be great on her own is just a shame. Don’t you think?’ you asked.

‘Yeah,’ he said quietly, ‘yeah you’re right.’

‘I sure think so,’ you agreed. You could feel him hesitate behind you, no doubt trying to figure out exactly what you knew or whether to let it go but after a minute he pulled back and you turned to look at him for the first time since he had gotten in.

‘Everything alright?’ you asked with a frown that forced him to fake a smile and nod.

‘Yeah, I’m gonna get out okay?’ he said.

‘Okay,’ you said, placing a wet hand on his chest that he grabbed, taking it to his lips so he could kiss your fingertips. A feat that brought a genuine smile to your face.

‘Do you want food?’ he asked.

‘Yes please,’ you said.

‘Okay,’ he said leaning in to kiss you properly before he said, ‘take your time. I’ll order for us both.’

‘Okay,’ you smiled.

And then he was gone, moving from the room at lightning speed only just managing to throw a towel around his waist as he headed to the phone, yanking the receiver from its cradle before he punched in the number he wanted rather harshly. It didn’t take long for the line to connect, a sweet young voice saying, ‘hello?’

‘You told my wife?’ he asked in an angry whisper, listening to Kathy as she scrambled to sit up.

‘It wasn’t like that-’ she protested.

‘What the hell did you say to her?’ he snapped.

‘Not much I promise,’ she exclaimed.

‘How could you go behind my back like that?’ he said angrily.

‘But I thought-’

‘What that if you meddled in my business I’d just fall into line? That I’d just up and leave my wife because you’d decided you’d had enough-’

‘No of course not!’ she cried.

‘Because that’s not how this shit works you hear me? And if you don’t get that then maybe I was wrong about you,’ he spat.

‘Elvis,’ she whispered but he was on a roll. Too angry to bother listening.

‘You know what? We’re done,’ he snapped.

‘Elvis-’ he heard her whimper but he had already slammed the phone back onto the hook anger bubbling through him until he heard you say, ‘was that room service?’

‘What?’ he asked turning to find you standing in the bathroom doorway, unaware as to how much you had heard though on the off chance it might have been nothing he said, ‘uh no… the uh line was busy.’

‘Shoot,’ you frowned.

‘It’s okay,’ he said, ‘I’ll call down in a minute.’

You smiled and nodded, padding into the room and climbing into bed dressed in the nightie you had donned in the time since he had left the bathroom. Elvis watched you, wondering how you could be so calm when he was sure that you knew if not all at least some of it. As you offered him a sweet smile he felt his heart tug, the guilt creeping in as it did every time. He moved to throw his towel on a chair in the corner, changing into the pyjamas you’d lovingly laid out for him like the good wife you were. As he slipped in beside you, allowing you to cuddle into him for the first time in weeks, that thought consumed him.

He didn’t know why he did it. How his head could get turned time and time again when you were all he could’ve ever asked for. You were the perfect wife, the perfect mother, a friend, a lover and yet he never felt satisfied. Time and time again he’d think that the grass was greener only to find that they weren’t you. And so he’d come crawling back, begging for forgiveness. At least he used to, now it was this complicated dance the two of you did. The one where you pretended not to know what he had been doing so long as he nipped it in the bud when you asked. It was a flawed system but it was one that seemed to hurt you less. And if he couldn’t stop himself from hurting you, he’d at least try and make it somewhat better. He knew he was weak but he could give you that much. Which is why when you looked at him with knowing eyes and words that hovered around accusation but never landed he knew it was time to move on.

‘You know I’ve been thinkin’,’ he said clearing his throat which made you look up towards him, ‘about what you said.'

‘About what baby?’ you said laughing to yourself how you made fun of his floozies for feigning innocence when you were better at it than any of them.

‘Ka-’ he said stumbling over her name and instead opting for, ‘my backing singer.’

‘Oh?’ you asked, your fingers playing with his chest hair as you waited for him to tell you what you knew was coming.

‘Yeah, you’re right. She’s talented…maybe she’d be better tryin’ to get her own solo thing goin’,’ he said.

‘Oh no doubt,’ you agreed.

‘Maybe I’ll give one of the talent scouts in LA a call tomorrow,’ he said hesitantly, ‘help her out ya know.’

‘Why aren’t you sweet,’ you mused, your nervous heart finally settling as everything clicked into place. You knew it was harsh. You knew that you should’ve just been satisfied with him breaking up with her but as you pictured her smug face, the one that had expected you to roll over you couldn’t help but smile.

‘I just wanna help,’ Elvis said.

‘Well I’m sure it will. Sometimes people just need a helping hand you know,’ you said.

‘Yeah, I know.’

Women like you they're a dime a dozen you can buy 'em anywhere,

For you to get to him I'd have to move over and I'm gonna stand right here,

It'll be over my dead body so get out while you can,

Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man.

ELVIS TAGS

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#my writing #elvis #elvis presley #you aint woman enough #song fic #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis fic #elvis presley fic #halloween challenge #halloween

[youaintnothinbuta]

“I can’t think straight with such a view.” — Elvis x reader

Summary: Elvis smut. Pwp. Literally no back story just hot smut ;)

Pairing: Elvis or Austin!Elvis x reader

Word count: 1000

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, mature language, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), probably typos sorrryyyy

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“Elvis? Hello?” You asked, stood by your bed which he was laying on, waiting for a response to your question, asking him what he was doing tomorrow.

“I— sorry. I’d have to ask the…” his sentence trailed off, watching you walk around the room. You were wearing a short little nightie, one that stopped at your hips, leaving your panties and legs exposed.

“Are you okay?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing at him slightly.

“Yeah,” he sat up, “come here baby.” His voice was low, yet gentle. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his body, closing the gap between you. He placed his head in the crook of your neck, planting light kisses over your skin. A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt his arousal press against your thighs, obviously his way of trying to tell you he wanted you.

“Stop teasing me, baby, can’t think straight with such a view.”

His words poured like honey over your body. His voice was silky and smooth, it was always incredibly difficult to play hard-to-get with Elvis, as his voice had such an effect on you.

“Mm.” You hummed, his kisses over your neck continued, pressing his cock against you so firmly it felt like you’d have an imprint of him on you. You interrupted the neck kisses by lifting his chin, directing his lips to yours. Your kiss grew hotter and heavier, his hand slipping into your panties.

“Elvis…” you whispered as he dipped a finger inside you, then out, drawing circles on your clit, before pressing back inside of you. The cold rings that decorated his fingers only added to the pleasure he was making you feel.

“I need you to cum for me, honey.” Elvis groaned, his gaze shifting between your face, for your reaction, and what his fingers were doing to your pussy, “so I can fuck you.”

You let out a string of moans, throwing your arms around his neck, using him to hold yourself up as you began to stagger and come undone by his touch. You held your head to the side of his, allowing the sound of your moans and whines to go directly into his ear, knowing how much this turned him on. He focused his attention on your clit, knowing you were close.

As you clung to him, your body trembling with pleasure, Elvis continued to work his fingers in circular motions over your clit. Your moans grew louder, more uncontrolled, as you felt the familiar wave of an orgasm building up inside you.

“That's it, baby. Cum for me,” he murmured in your ear, his voice low and husky with desire. His words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, pushing you over the edge.

With a loud moan, you came hard, your muscles clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Elvis held you close, his lips pressed against your neck as he felt your body shudder against him with your orgasm.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. His fingers slowed down, but didn't stop, keeping the pleasure going as your orgasm started to ebb away.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you came down from your high. “Elvis...” you whispered, your voice shaky and breathless.

He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips and sucking them clean. “Delicious,” he said, his gaze locked onto yours.

You blushed at the sight. “Elvis, please,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't need any further encouragement. He picked you up, his strong arms holding you close to his chest as he carried you over to the bed. He laid you down gently, his body covering yours as he claimed your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you felt his hard cock press against your wet pussy. “Elvis, I need you inside me,” you whispered, your voice filled with need.

He didn't waste any time stripping you and himself of your clothes. He positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked onto yours as he pushed inside you, filling you up completely. You gasped at the feeling, your muscles clenching around him as you adjusted to his size.

He paused for a moment, giving you time to get used to him, then started moving. He was careful and gentle with each thrust, taking it slow at first before picking up the pace as he felt you respond to him.

The sight of his taut abdominal muscles rippling as he moved made you want to dig your nails into him. He growled, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

“Elvis, I'm gonna cum,” you whispered, your voice filled with need.

“Come on baby, let go,” he said huskily. His eyes glittered, pounding even harder into you. It hurt, the way his hip bones pressed into yours repeatedly, you could already tell you were going to be sore later. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering in his ear, in both pain and pleasure.

Your whines grew in volume, Elvis turned his head, his hairline wet againt you, peppering you with gentle kisses, knowing he was being a bit rough. He grunted against your skin. You loved when he got like this, all needy and primitive.

He moved his hips slightly, trying to get deeper inside of you, if that was even possible, his cock scraping against your g spot. You came, with a scream that was cut short by his lips.

Elvis followed you over the edge, his own orgasm triggered by the feel of you cumming around him. He collapsed on top of you, his body spent and his breathing ragged. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both came down from your high. Gently, he pulled himself out of you.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too, baby,” he replied.

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[animnerd]

Roae's Reading Garden: January Addition

The beginning of this year I was dealing with personal issues. I decided to try reading difrent fics on here! That's how this got started. So I have read some amazing stories and on Ao3(yes even Ao3 authors NEED some love too!) So each month I will post a new reading list. Also, big shout out to @superdcchick for her help in deciding to do this, and the name!

Please enjoy and send love/follow these amazing authors!

https://www.tumblr.com/muddyorbsblr/737696125579132928/onyx-pt1

https://www.tumblr.com/muddyorbsblr/737982404892016640/onyx-pt2

@muddyorbsblr i absolutely loved both of these! Loki as a kitten is a new concept and i love it. You definitely got his personality down pat even as a kitten! 

https://www.tumblr.com/angelkhi/723687259808907264

@angelkhi i love this! I couldn't stop reading! It was hot/ sexy! I love to be sandwich between those two!

https://www.tumblr.com/muddyorbsblr/739691393294974976/a-helping-hand?source=share

@muddyorbsblr i love seeing this side of Loki! On the outside he is stoic mean sharp but softness to yn

https://www.tumblr.com/angrythingstarlight/739693014893690880/can-see-this-being-roommatebucky?source=share

@angrythingstarlight hello roommate Bucky 🥵

https://www.tumblr.com/navybrat817/739697470462935040/imagine-living-with-steve-and-bucky?source=share

@navybrat817 i would love to stay with the boys

Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28332432

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33955339

https://www.tumblr.com/buckyalpine/740099207196737536/i-was-thinking-about-pregnant-reader-and-bucky-and?source=share

@buckyalpine i love this side sweet of Bucky 

https://www.tumblr.com/wanderingelvis/736995073395425280/omggg-cgelvis-x-littlefreader-whos-sick-and?source=share

@wanderingelvis off big Elvis fan so thank you for writing Elivis! I agree with the reader! If I was in her shoes I wouldn't be in the same room as the Colonel! (Don't ask long story). I love seeing this side of Elvis! I can definitely see the “fatherly” side of him! You did an amazing job on Elvis personality!

https://www.tumblr.com/marvelfanfics1/725639459108945920/i-just-fell-i-know-a-random-start-but-when-i-was?source=share

@marvelfanfics1 I love seeing daddy stucky! 

https://www.tumblr.com/pleasantlycrazyworld/739090664748466176/i-saw-the-post-asking-for-fic-requests-so-here?source=share

@pleasantlycrazyworld I love this! I love seeing him with animals and being so cute! 

#story recommendation #Rose's Garden List

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Love Of My Life: Elvis Presley

Austin Butler Masterlist

word count: 1.1k

Request: How about a Elvis x Parker! Reader? Would love to see how this one is pieced together and what sort of part we play. 

taglist: @queenslandlover-93​

When Elvis first met he had to admit you were the most beautiful thing he ever laid his eyes on, he still wasn't sure you were in relation to this whole circus that came with Colonel Tom Parker, and that intrigued him. He remembers how sweet and kind and somewhat uninterested you were in everything that was going on even him, which made him like you more. You on the other hand hated working for your father and hated watching how your father dropped people when they longer benefitted him including you and your mother and one point so that's why you worked as a stagehand or something so no one would ever find out that you were related that man, which was working out great until you met the handsome man with the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen, and found out your father was planning on managing him.

You were walking around trying to kill some time before it was time to pack up and leave for the next town when your heard someone calling your name making you turn and see Elvis jogging up to you which intrigued you.

"You mind if I join you, Darlin?" He asked looking down at you.

"Uh-sure I'm not really doing anything, just trying to kill some time before we have to leave." You said as you two started walking around.

"Fine by me, gives me a chance to get to know you better." He said to you making you sigh.

You two walked around and got to know each other and you told him about yourself and just left out who your father was until you were ready but you both found each other falling for you even more.

"So it true that you are thinking about taking on the Colonel as your manager?" You asked him.

"It is, he said that Hank Snow wants me off the tour." Elvis said basically spewing the whole thing you heard your father say his whole life.

"I know you wanna fly Elvis, but be careful especially with Colonel Snow, I've seen how he treats his clients and I would hate you for you to fall into his trap and I'm saying this as his daughter." You said leaving Elvis to stand there and think about what you said especially the part about you being the Colonel's kid.

If only he had listened to you

Elvis took on your father as his manager and that was the only reason you stuck around was to keep an eye on Elvis and try to intervene when you could without your father knowing and also finding yourself falling for Elvis even more. You had just finished helping the stage hands get set up for tomorrow's show when you saw Elvis waiting for you.

"Hi, Elvis." You said to him,

"Hi Darlin, do you have interest in seeing in possibly going for a drive with me?" He asked you.

"Sure I would love to."  You said to him.

The two of you drove around town talking, listening to music, and at parts just in silence because you each brought the other comfort, and all through the drive he kept his hand on your thigh not that you minded, and he eventually found a place to pull over so you could properly talk.

"Sweetheart, can I ask you something?" He asked you lacing his hand with yours as you nodded your head for him to continue.

"If you don't like your dad, why do you continue to stick around I'm not asking this because I want you to leave, I just hate someone as beautiful as you be miserable." He asked you.

"Because of you." You said.

"Me?" He asked you.

"Because if I left and my dad did something to hurt you I would never forgive myself. So I stay here to keep an eye on you." You said.

"Like my guardian angel?" He asked you with a smile.

"Something like that." You said noticing how close you two were and then you felt his lips on yours.

From that day forward you and Elvis became close extremely close and your father didn't like that one bit and you had caught him lying to the county people about Elvis listening to him, and you were on your way to tell Elvis when your father stopped you, and firing you. Elvis knew something was up when the Colonel came and told him that you had quit.

"I didn't quit, he fired me because I heard something I wasn't supposed to. So I'm getting my stuff and getting on the next plane to Florida and I suggest you do the same thing because he is just using you for his own gain." You said as the tears slid down your face.

"Baby I know you don't like him, but I don't think he is.... he just wants to help me." Elvis said making a sigh as you realized your father had his hooks in Elvis deep.

"Elvis baby, when you break free from my father, you can find me here and if you don't I won't be mad. I love you Elvis always have and always will." You said giving him one final kiss before climbing into your car.

Years went by before you would see him again, you missed him dearly but you were glad you finally got away from your dad even if it meant leaving the love of your life. One day you had come back from walking your dog when you would find Elvis waiting on your doorstep, god the years were so kind to him.

"Elvis?" You asked him quietly not sure if you were seeing things.

"Hi Darlin, you look good." He said as you two closed the space between you two.

"Thank you. What are you doing here?" You asked him.

"You were right all along, he was using me for his gain. So I fired him and got a new manager and then I came to find you." He said wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm glad your here. I've missed you, Elvis." You said laying your head on his chest as the tears leaked down your face.

"I've missed you more sweetheart. I'm sorry it took me so long,  but I never stopped loving you." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You were happy to finally have the man you've loved since you were 17, back in your arms where he belonged and away from your dad. You prayed that you two would never have to deal with your father again and finally live your lives together.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler!elvis presley #austin butler!elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x reader #austin butler x yn #austin butler x you #austin butler x reader

[oh-austin]

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yourinstagram two flights to our new home for the next year #elvisfilm

austinfan21 i love that austin is the kind of boyfriend to take candids

austinfan21 i love that austin is the kind of boyfriend to take candids

yourinstagram you should see his camera roll..

austinbutler guilty

austinfan32 i actually love them so much

ynfan98 cant even see y/n’s face and i still know she looks good

ynfan53 she’s never caught slipping, always on her game

austinfan25 austin is so humble flying economy 😩

austinfan19 and then they went nvm get us a private jet

ashleytisdale going to miss you two so much

yourinstagram cannot wait for daily updates of baby bump!!

annasophiarobb you look amazing!! miss u x

oliviadejonge I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!!!!

ynupdates yn’s recent instagram stories!

Is Elvis star Austin Butler taking ‘Baby, Let’s Play House’ to a whole new level?

Spotted yesterday afternoon in a Queensland cafe, Y/N L/N, longtime girlfriend of Austin Butler was seen cradling what seems to be a baby bump!

The couple have been together for seven years now, and have apparently moved onto bigger and better things; babies!

We here at The Daily Mail would like to congratulate the couple on their new arrival!

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yourinstagram keeping busy..

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austinfan44 oh she has to be pregnant

austinfan23 she looked pregnant in that article

ynfan37 constantly looking good

austinfan21 purposely not posting full body pics???? i smell a pregnancy

ynfan66 she’s also not posting herself on her story!!

florencepugh pretty lady

yourinstagram love of my life

florencepugh i won’t tell austin.. 🤫

yourinstagram 🤭🤭

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thedailymail austin butler and girlfriend y/n l/n spotted for a stroll in Queensland prior to filming baz lurhman’s ‘elvis’, amidst the couple’s pregnancy rumours! photographers say she is definitely expecting

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ynfan33 if anyone would go out in a crop top and leggings when being accused of a pregnancy, it’s y/n

austinfan98 austin looking like a dilf already

austinfan62 why cant people just leave them alone? who cares if she’s pregnant??

austinfan12 we do?

ynfan37 i feel like there’s a bump there, wish we had other angles

ynfan52 yeah but the photographer saying she’s pregnant and not photographing it makes me wonder tbh

yourinstagram wow i look good

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler fake instagram #austin butler one shot #austin butler x reader #austin butler drabble #austin butler fluff #elvis 2022 #ig regular ab

[kiankiwi]

okay so i don't know how to make a masterlist yet but I went all through my tumblr and tagged my pieces as #kiwiswriting and put them there so it would be easier for you all to find my writing <3 happy reading and hope you enjoy! love ya! <3

ALSO I WILL WRITE ANYTHING BUT SMUT! I'm sorry to the readers who enjoy that but that's the only thing I'm not comfortable writing it and there's plenty of wonderful smut writers in this fandom who can do it way better than me if that's what you want to read!

My current EMOJI ANONS: 🖤 + 🍙

I WRITE FOR: 👇⬇️👇⬇️👇⬇️

(big or little) Elvis Presley

(big or little) Austin Butler

911 and 911 Lonestar (specifically Buck and/or Eddie and TARLOS TK IS MY LOVE <3)

WEDNESDAY

CRIMINAL MINDS and I would love to write (little!spencer and cg!BAU)

AND I WANNA START WRITING FOR JACOB ELORDI (not as Nate though, sorry but Jacob as Jacob)

MY AU'S my wonderful anon's created:

Baby steps (abused but rescued by you baby!e)

Babylove (baby!aus)

littles are known

wolf blues (werewolf!e)

HOME AU (both famous and focusing on getting E in rehab and he notices he's little in rehab)

Change of Habit AU: (CG!E little!OC) set in the COH universe where Dr. John works at a littles center and finds Erin, a little and falls in love with them and saves them from their abusive home (thanks to @arianatheangel-girl you are a genius)

ANGELS AU: We are famous and we have the help of the memphis mafia to help us take care of both Little!Elvis (nonfamous 70's E) and non famous little!aus both at once! Little!aus x Little!e x CG!reader (+ a mini au called "yn and her littles" within the angels au where it's kind of a daily vlog/preemption videos for little inclusive companies where you just record your life with your littles. It's so cute)

Cg!E And little!Aus bc why not

OUR QUIET WORLD: where Austin is both autistic + DEAF! + we have 2 kids, a son Ollie who is also deaf and autistic and a daughter Gracie who is hearing and very protective of her big brother

Our Little One AU: CG!reader, CG!elvis, Little!Austin

NEW AU: PORCH AU: Little!Clint runs away from his home after it got destroyed by a tornado and he runs onto our porch for safety and we find him crying and welcome him inside and welcome him into our family (Austin is in this AU too!)

CG!BDE AU where it's just little!reader taken care of by 70's era E who is in his big daddy era :)

GIRL DAD!FELIX CATTON AU (a family saltburn AU with no death and Oliver was just banished from saltburn before he could carry on killing anyone)

Dad!jacob au!: a family AU starring reader, Jacob and your 2 (soon to be 4) daughters, Amelia and Stella (and soon Karina and Lucy too)

#kiwiswriting

[vintagepresley]

WAIT, Darling, I haven’t been around tumblr in a long time. But did you update the Jerry x Elvis x yn fanfic?

HI BESTIE. I haven’t yet.. I’m sorry. 😭 I haven’t forgotten about it! I promised a part two and y’all will get a part two. I overwhelm myself with so many damn ideas and requests, lol.