#having fun and loving elvis! 💗

[missmaywemeetagain]

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My dearest Sugar Mama Rachel requested a fluff fic with the idea that Elvis and his girl get to spend a relaxing and fun day together in the mid-70s. But how do you get Elvis to relax for the day while getting him out of his funk AND out in the world with no one the wiser? 

HALLOWEEN TRICKERY! 👻

It's been a while since I've written some sweet, smutty fluff, and since it's pretty much Spooky Season, I thought why not combine the two? 😊

This is meant to be a stand-alone one-shot, but you could certainly imagine it as part of the Pink Scarf Universe if you wish (sans Nicky). Please note I am still very new to writing Big Daddy Elvis! 🥹

I hope y'all enjoy and can't wait to hear what you think! 

xoxox, Madi 💗

TW: SEXX, BDE, cussing, era-appropriate body image issues for E, tooth-rotting fluff, a hippie wig, Halloween silliness...👻

Trick or Treat

Halloween 1974

“Ab-so-lutely fucking not, honey,” Elvis says, giving you the side eye. “There is no way in God’s green earth I’m puttin’ that—that Commie getup on.”

You anticipated this and are determined not to take no for an answer. “Please baby? I promise it’ll be worth your while,” you say demurely. “I have a surprise planned.”

His brow furrows a little at that. “Hmmm, I see you battin’ those pretty lashes at me, darlin’, and it ain’t gonna work,” he adds stubbornly, shaking his head.

Elvis needs to get out of this damn house, and not in his usual way. Being one of the most famous men on the planet makes it hard for him to go out and enjoy even the slightest bit of normalcy, and going from his grueling show schedule to hibernating at Graceland over and over has depression settling in. In his isolation, he’s starting to resemble a caged bear, so you know you need to do something to help bolster him out of his mood, even if just for a day.

After a bit of maneuvering and preparation, you think you came up with a pretty great solution. You know Elvis doesn’t like celebrating Halloween, but you also know it could give him some much-desired anonymity. Hence the hippie outfits you managed to procure without him knowing currently lying on the bed.

But you knew trying to get him into costume wasn’t going to cut it—which is where the second part of your plan comes in. Undeterred, you feign sadness with a breath and a pout. Of course, you had anticipated all his moves, and your plan accounted for it...

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[steddieas-shegoes]

hidden lace

for @steddiesmuttyseptember prompts 'sneaking around' and 'lingerie'

rated e | 18+, minors dni or i will tell your mother | 2852 words | check ao3 for all tags

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Steve is pissed at Eddie.

Like, genuinely pissed.

Not that cute, haha my boyfriend was being annoying but I love him, pissed.

The kind where if he saw him right now, he’d do something really stupid, like yell or break up with him.

And he knew he didn’t actually want to do that.

But see, Steve had been given incorrect information about what they would be doing tonight. He’d been told they’d be having dinner alone and then going to the quarry alone and probably going back to Steve’s house alone.

When they showed up at the diner to a table full of Eddie’s bandmates, Steve’s teeth gritted together to hold back saying something much more rude than he intended.

It was fine, though, because Steve did actually like hanging out with the guys despite their rough start. They were some of the few people who knew about Steve and Eddie’s relationship, so they didn’t feel like they had to hide anything.

Well, Steve did tonight.

He was wearing his usual clothes, of course, but underneath, he was wearing a lingerie set. Something Eddie had been begging him to wear for months now, something Steve had tried on at least 20 times before only to hurry out of them because it felt too good. He figured with how much they’d be alone tonight, he could get used to the feeling of the lace against his skin at dinner and then surprise Eddie with it when they got to the quarry.

It’s all he’s thought about since Eddie picked him up.

He’s certain it’s written all over his face throughout dinner. Gareth keeps shooting him these looks like he knows Steve’s hiding something, and Jeff has asked him if he’s okay at least three times since they sat down. Frankie doesn’t say anything, but he does hand Steve a joint when no one else is looking and tells him to relax a little.

If Steve was smart, he probably would have snuck a few hits from it before Eddie got in the van.

“That was fun,” Eddie said as Steve contemplated trying to run back inside to the bathroom so he could strip the lace off and shove it into his pockets.

“Uh huh.”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you they’d be joining us, sweetheart.”

Steve gives him a half-hearted smile. “That’s okay. Um, are we seeing anyone else tonight?”

“Oh! There’s a bunch of people hanging at the quarry. I think even Robin’s gonna be there.”

Steve nods a little too enthusiastically to be convincing. “Cool. Sounds good.”

Eddie’s eyes are on him, intense. “You don’t sound happy about it. Thought you’d be a little more excited about hanging with Robin. You just told me yesterday you haven’t gotten to spend time with her outside of work for weeks.”

“No, you’re right,” Steve sighs. “I just wasn’t expecting to be…social.”

“We planned a date?” Eddie sounds genuinely confused, as if he doesn’t know the difference between hanging out one on one and in groups.

“Yeah, I just.” Steve sighs again. “It’s fine. Let’s go hang out with people.”

Eddie looks like he wants to push and understand why Steve is suddenly so worried about being around people, but Steve leans in to kiss him quickly, just a soft peck on the lips. He smiles and Eddie smiles back.

Instant distraction.

Eddie has admitted before that Steve has a way of making him go completely dumb. Some would call it dick brain, but it’s not even that he gets hard about it. He just feels like all thoughts have left the building.

Like Elvis, man,, he’d said when Robin asked what his deal was after Steve had kissed him goodbye at work.

As Eddie drives them to the quarry, Steve shifts in his seat. He’s not uncomfortable, but he definitely worries that he will be when all eyes are on him. Maybe they won’t know that he’s nearly bursting out of blush pink panties and a matching bralette that rubs against his nipples in a way that feels like Eddie’s teeth when they’re teasing him. But maybe they will.

But are his nerves because he’s worried people will know?

He can feel his dick hardening against the damp lace.

No, he doesn’t think he’s all that worried about people seeing him in lingerie.

Eddie’s door slamming is the only thing that alerts him to their arrival. He blinks and opens his door so he can hop out, but he’s immediately frozen when he feels the head of his dick rubbing against his jeans.

So maybe next time he can buy a size up. Or find some made for men. Do they make them for men?

“Stevie?” Eddie’s voice is against his ear, sending chills down his spine as his hand ghosts between his shirt and waistband. “You sure you don’t wanna go home?”

“I’m sure,” Steve shivers.

“We won’t stay for long,” he promises.

Steve just nods.

He does what he’s supposed to at these things: makes smalltalk with people he doesn’t know that well, hangs around Eddie and Robin as much as possible, smiles and laughs when appropriate.

But his brain is gone.

Well, it’s there, but it’s made of lace and the sweat beading at his brow despite the fall chill.

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been here, but he thinks he’s gonna have to go soon.

Eddie’s fingers grasp his forearm.

“Steve.”

Steve looks at him.

Eddie knows.

His face is flush and his pupils are huge, looks like he would bite a bruise into Steve’s neck right now, in front of all these people.

“Van. Now.”

The van is surrounded by cars. Empty cars, but still cars that belong to people.

Steve should probably just explain what’s going on, and then maybe they could just go back to Steve’s house and never bring this up ever again.

But he doesn’t. He knows they’re about to fuck in Eddie’s van, and he knows everyone at this gathering is busy, and he thinks maybe this will be the night that someone finds out exactly what Steve and Eddie are to each other.

Eddie doesn’t let go of his arm as they walk, which puts them both at a strange angle. No one seems to notice, but Steve’s not sure he’d be aware of anyone looking their way at this point. His brain is fuzzy, and all he can think about is Eddie stripping him down to the lace barely covering him in the back of his van.

No one is near the cars when Eddie opens the backdoor of his van and gently nudges Steve inside. No one is there to see the way Eddie watches him fall face first on the blanket he keeps laid out, barely holding back a groan at the way Steve’s ass is up in the air, taunting him even while fully clothed. No one except Steve feels his heartbeat racing as Eddie closes the door and grips his calf.

“You’ve been on edge all night. I was starting to worry you were sick or I’d pissed you off, but it’s not either of those things, is it?” Eddie leans over Steve’s back, bracketing him in until he has no choice but to fall flat against the blanket. “You wanna be fucked.”

Steve whines.

“But why? You knew we’d go to your house later. You knew I’d take care of you. So why are you acting like this?” Eddie continues, breath hot against Steve’s neck.

His hand ghosts under Steve’s shirt, fingers trailing against his skin and leaving goosebumps along the way.

Steve’s breath catches when he feels Eddie’s touch pause against the line of lace across his back.

“Stevie. What’s this?” Eddie sounds much calmer than he probably is.

“It’s a…bra. It’s a bra.”

Eddie’s forehead falls to Steve’s shoulder blade, and he lets out a huff. It may be a laugh or it may be a sigh, or it may be anything else.

“I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you, sweetheart.”

His lips are soft against Steve’s neck.

Steve melts further into the blanket, but can’t completely relax until Eddie’s seen– or felt– everything.

“Um, there’s more,” he says as he starts to turn over so he can face Eddie. “And it might be a little weird and it might not even look good anymore because I’ve been hard for most of the night, but-”

Eddie silences him with a kiss to his lips, the taste of the last cigarette he smoked still on his tongue.

He keeps kissing him, even when Steve moans and bucks his hips up, seeking friction that’s easily found. His hand traces the waistband of Steve’s jeans, a fingertip dipping just past the denim to find what Steve’s been hiding.

“Oh.”

Steve smiles nervously. He knows Eddie would never make him feel bad, even if he didn’t happen to like the lingerie, but he’s still nervous. He still wants Eddie to like it, to like the way he fills them out, to like him.

“Can I see?” Eddie asks, eyes wide with awe and cheeks blushing the same pink as Steve’s panties.

Steve nods because he doesn’t think he’ll sound confident if he says anything out loud.

Eddie slides his pants off quickly, but his hands are gentle, almost reverent in the way they glide across Steve’s thighs.

He doesn’t say anything, just gestures for Steve to sit up so he can pull off his shirt.

When Steve’s been stripped down to only pink lace, he’s warm and anxious.

Eddie’s eyes don’t know where to go, zipping from his nipples barely visible through the thick floral pattern covering them down to the see-through wetness of his cock leaking through the thin material. Steve waits for him to say something, can’t interrupt whatever thoughts he’s having right now.

“You look beautiful, Stevie.”

It settles something in him, some last nerves that he knew wouldn’t go away without Eddie’s confirmation that this wasn’t a waste of time or money.

“I do?”

Eddie’s palm cups his cock through the panties. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. When did you get these?”

Steve shrugs because he doesn’t really remember anymore, and even if he did, it’s not important. What matters is that Eddie fucks him while he wears them, and that he goes to buy more on his next trip into the city.

It’s softer than Steve expected.

Eddie’s taking it slow, touching him everywhere, letting his fingers trace the patterns of the lace and smiling when Steve shivers under his attention. He seems mesmerized and Steve feels adored, loved.

Usually, Steve prefers feeling Eddie’s skin against his, but the way his clothed cock brushes against the lace panties, and the way his chest rubs against the bra, it’s a constant reminder that Steve did this to feel nice and for Eddie to look at him.

“Fuck me,” Steve whispers against his lips when he feels his stomach tighten. “Please fuck me.”

“Here? You sure you don’t want me to just suck you off?”

Steve thinks about the people crowded near the coolers and picnic tables not too far away.

“Yeah, here. I need you.”

He knows Eddie can’t resist that.

Now, Eddie’s quick, but no less gentle, as he opens Steve up on his fingers. The lube he keeps in the van is finally getting some use.

Steve arches into it, sighing out the pleasure Eddie gives, keeping as quiet as possible in case someone decides to come back to their car before they finish.

He’s got panties pushed to the side, his precum dribbling onto his stomach, and Eddie’s raspy voice in his ear telling him everything he’s gonna do to him when they’re home. Steve can get off with just this, has gotten off to this before.

“You ready?” Eddie finally asks him, pulling his fingers out so he can wipe them off and get his own pants pulled down.

“Been ready. Could’ve fucked me ten minutes ago,” Steve replies with a smirk.

His head is fuzzy, but the knowledge that they could be caught keeps him present, keeps him aware of everything happening in a way he knows he wouldn’t be if they were in the privacy of his room.

“I don’t like your tone,” Eddie jokes as he lines himself up, pushing the lace further out of the way. “I don’t wanna hurt you. You’re too soft for that tonight.”

“Someone’s feeling sappy,” Steve gasps as Eddie enters him slowly. He lifts his head to watch as Eddie bottoms out, his cock rubbing against the side of the panties. “Fuck.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do.” Eddie groans. “You feel so good. You look so good. I wanna eat you out when we get home.”

Steve nods as his hands grip the blankets. “Yeah. I have a-” Steve whines as Eddie shifts slightly, changing the angle so he brushes against Steve’s prostate. “I have a plug.”

“How the hell did you sneak that in here?”

“Yesterday when you were in the shower,” Steve laughs breathlessly. “Fuck, Eds. So good.”

Eddie is focused now, on not coming or coming, Steve can’t be sure.

“God, you have to wear these all the time,” Eddie groans as his hand creeps up to his chest, thumb rubbing against one of Steve’s nipples. “I want you in every color. Wanna see you in red, and blue, and black, and fuckin’-- what other colors are there?”

Steve giggles. “Purple…yellow…fuck.”

Steve’s gonna come and Eddie’s gonna follow right behind him, he can tell. Eddie’s thrusts are erratic but accurate, always hitting the spot that makes black spots appear in the corner of Steve’s vision and his limbs tingle with warmth and sunshine.

“You’re so good to me, fuck, Stevie. I love you,” Eddie squeezes his thigh as he parts his legs further. “You’re mine.”

“Yours. Yours,” Steve’s head falls back as he shakes through one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had. He can’t catch his breath, and he feels overstimulated within seconds. “Eddie, need you.”

Eddie always gives him what he needs.

They’re both coming down still when someone bangs on the back door of the van. Steve sits up so quickly, he almost breaks Eddie’s nose.

“Yeah!” Steve yells, pushing Eddie off of him, barely containing a whimper when his cock is no longer filling him.

“If you two wanna get dressed before people start heading to their cars, now would be a good time!” Robin whisper-yells against the door.

“Got it!” Steve yells back, already trying to slide his pants back on despite the mess on his stomach and dripping from his hole.

Eddie places his hands on Steve’s, making him pause for a moment.

“Did you do this for me or for you?” He asks, suddenly shy.

Steve couldn’t help feeling a little proud of the fact that he was maybe the only person Eddie Munson ever got shy around.

“I did it for both of us. And I promise I’ll do it again if you let me get dressed so we don’t get caught.”

Eddie beams at him, kisses his cheek, and starts to pull his own pants back up, wincing when his boxers cling to his sensitive and wet dick.

“We’ve gotta plan better for these things,” he complains.

“I planned just fine.”

“The plug!” Eddie’s eyes widen in panic. “Where is it?”

“We don’t have time,” Steve groans, but he looks over his shoulder at the bag he keeps behind the passenger seat. It’s mostly full of snacks and Tylenol, sometimes a change of clothes if he knows he’s staying with Eddie. Last night he managed to get a plug in there. “Okay! Okay, fine. Just, go start the car.”

Eddie claps his hands together excitedly and grins. “As you wish, my liege.”

Steve rolls his eyes fondly. He reaches down to ease the plug in, biting back a whimper at the soreness he feels. They weren’t even rough tonight, couldn’t be, yet Steve feels like they just went for three rounds.

“If it hurts, don’t do it, sweetheart,” Eddie says from the driver’s seat.

“No, it’s good. I’m good,” he says as he pulls his pants up and slips his shirt on.

Eddie glances over his shoulder and frowns.

“Why the face?” Steve asks.

“I can’t see the lace.”

“Eddie…”

“I know! But I’m speeding on the way home.”

Steve slides into the passenger seat and looks out the window to make sure no one is directly next to them. When he doesn’t see anyone except Robin walking back towards the party, he leans over to kiss Eddie’s cheek.

“Thank you for letting me try something new.”

Eddie blinks over at him. “Thank me? Thank you. Holy shit, Steve. You’ve never been hotter than you are right now.”

“Okay, okay. Drive us home so I can ride you.”

“Fuck. Okay.” Eddie puts both hands on the steering wheel. “Focus, Eddie.”

“You’re such a dork,” Steve laughs.

“I’m living my dream right now.”

Steve can’t agree more.

[thefloatingwriter]

🎶 from the bc ask game about wiress (music hc)

for this ask game!!

okay so i have established on some of my previous posts that wiress is a singer so i feel like she has many opinions on music especially in terms of her own voice and taste in it.

for one, she doesn’t really enjoy sad songs or ballads. she knows her voice is good with it, but she doesn’t like them all that much. like she will sing them, but they’re not her favorite.

she most prominently sings happier and folkier songs. more traditional-ish music. think the songs the Covey sings. i really like to think about what music has survived in the different districts. like example: i think One predominantly listens to Capitol music but various mining songs survive in the small villages outside of the main city area.

in Three, i think there’s a big divide in music (like there is with everything, to be fair). in Stepanov (main city of Three; wealthier citizens live here), it’s a pretty fair mix of Capitol music and classical music, which is customary for children to study and learn at least one instrument. wiress learned violin, but dropped it in two years. was not her thing.

in the Stills (five towns/cities intersecting in a square called the Interface; poorer citizens live here), the most prominent music are songs that are easily memorized and catchy, since most of the time, music isn’t allowed to be written down, either because its seditious or it relates to history (which is rebellious in its own way, but i digress). most of the music is older songs like music from the 50s-70s, songs that weren’t confiscated by the Capitol but aren’t exactly condoned by it either. elvis presley and frank sinatra are common, as are abba and queen.

i think wiress prefers the songs most prominent in the Stills, because it works for her voice and makes her happier than the songs from Stepanov. she also just enjoys the historical backing for many of the songs, and think they’re more interesting than the music most prevalent in her home. she also thinks they’re way more fun to sing.

sorry that i just started talking about D3 culture in this lol!! but thank you for the ask 💗💗 love talking about my girl!!

[letthem--eatcake]

The MM style guide

Let’s start simple with a color palette… 🎨

🖤🩶🤍 Black, white, and grey for our neutrals

❤️💗🩵 Red, pink, and blue for our staple colors

⛓️‍💥 Silver metals

🐆 A touch of animal print for good measure (think leopard print bras and dresses or Roberto Cavalli white tiger prints)

Clothing - quality fabric & proper fit above all else

Deep V, halter, and scoop necklines

Simple cotton dresses and tops

Slightly sheer cashmere tops—bonus points if your bra is just barely peaking through (dressed up or as loungewear)

Mini dresses typically, but the longest I’ll wear is usually a midi length

Floral sundresses

I also love a good jumpsuit (because I like Elvis)

Woven cardigans to wear over dresses

Juicy Couture velour sweatpants for casual days

Lingerie and accessories are my two favorite categories to shop! 🛍️

Undergarments are the base to any outfit and accessories pull everything together.

Lingerie 👙

Practical pieces include bras with smoothing sides, silk and lace slip dresses for lounge, and robes of varying weights/materials depending on the season.

For fun pieces I love push up chemises, sheer thigh high stockings, and babydoll dresses. I have a whole secret talent for using lingerie to create optical illusions that make me look skinnier or curvier than I actually am.

I sometimes feel sexiest wearing nothing but a deep V neck shirt or lace tank with a thong 🤭

Cotton or silk rompers are also cute for around the house 🏡

Accessories

I have a penchant for statement pieces. I’m particularly attracted to anything with a shiny finish— think patent leather, satin, sequins, rhinestones, and polished metals.

Big sunglasses (à la Jackie O)

Statement bags (the most practical accessory)

Scarf headwrap (to look classy when my hair isn’t done)

Fur coats (because I’m Italian)

Long white silk shawl (in a Bianca Jagger kinda way)

Bright lace shawl (Inspired by Britney’s Overprotected remix look)

Designer prescription glasses (I go to an eyewear boutique and try on a lot of different brands. I focus on the style I want, color, and how sturdy the glasses are compared to one another.)

Minimal jewelry 💍

Diamond tennis choker, dainty pendant necklaces, and optionally, an engagement ring set. I generally don’t like the restrictive feeling of bracelets and rings.

Shoes

I prefer to wear slingbacks, mules, or wedges for heels.

I love the Tory Burch patent Miller sandals as an elevated flat.

I also have a pair of red Guess flip flops with patent bow and rhinestone detailing. They’re my favorite color and have girly touches that suit my personality well!

For a bonus… vintage/nautical touches ⚓️

High waisted panties

Navy (or red) stripes

Shorts with rows of metal buttons for a vintage touch

[zepskies]

Yay!!! Omg your comments here couldn't have come at a better time (after a long ass day of unfruitful apartment search lol). But how I know you raged at Part 2 AND parts of Part 1 🤣🤣. That Dean gif is TOO accurate for this chapter lmfaoo.

Plus Sam's interjections 😆:

First of all, I loooove Fools Rush In and haven't watched it in ages! You've been reminding me of all the good 2000s rom-coms lately 😎💕

Aww it's one of my favorite movies ever and I had just rewatched it recently before I got this request, so that's why it was probably subconsciously just embedded in my brain for If I Stay. 😂 YES the 90s and 2000s were the best for rom-coms I think. 💗💗

And "I Can't Help Falling in Love" was my wedding song (but the twenty one pilots ukulele cover). Since we got married in Vegas, I didn't want to go too Elvis, but still give a nod to it 😆

Omg really??? I like that version too, that's so fun! lol I get not wanting to be too "on the nose" with it. 😂😂 I was actually listening to the whole soundtrack for Fools Rush In and thought "I Can't Help Falling in Love" was the perfect song theme, along with "It's Now or Never" for Part 2. 😆❤️❤️

This was such a vivid image, btw. Instantly tells you everything you need to know about the bride and groom, and I'm fully agreeing with Dean's toast skills 😂

Ahh thank you hahaa! This was one of those little setup moments I had fun with, imagining Sam/Eileen as the power couple (Dean as his usual self), while the reader is more Dean's wavelength -- good burgers and delicious cake. 😜

He's the devil lol. Sam should've locked him up 😂

*snorts* Right? He has no business being allowed out with civilized people. 🤣🤣

And all her rambling made me realy fall in love with her! She's so sweet and a genuinely good human through and through ❤️

Awww I love that so much, thank you!! She's a softie for sure. 🥹❤️ I feel like when you work with elementary kids, you tend to have that kind of heart that's just big for everyone, and I felt like Dean would find that endearing (if fun to tease lol). 💓

This is such amazing foreshadowing btw 😂😂

LMFAO - exactlyyyyy. 😏

This was my first heart drop lol. I knew after that, they'd never get back to it 🙈

Ugh fuckin' Dean, amirite?! You just want him to get his head out of his ass. 😆

Sam went full bitch mode. It's my favorite Sam 😆

Girl saaaame. 👏🏽 Bitch Face activated. lol~

I fucking SCREAMED during this! You don't know how much. I wanted to shake that stupid boy till the earth trembled 🤣🤣

Ikr?? lmao what a dummy.

But omg you're so valid for this -- thank you for calling the reader out too!:

And I hated her for lying here instead of downright saying "Hey, I don't do casual. This was a one time exception for me" because then Dean could've said "Oh no, I meant a real date." This story is an amazing accumulation of what ifs. My mind was spinning 😅

She's certainly not perfect in this either. It's that way of kind of protecting herself from embarrassment, maybe trying to let him down easy too. 😅 And Dean not trying hard enough to make it sound like a date! This story really is full of what ifs and missed opportunities. I'm sorry for making your head spin on this one, friend! 😆😆

Aww, Benny, we truly don't deserve you 😭😭

Benny is literally the best and I can't bring myself to write him any other way. 😭

But he reacted in full Dean fashion. I never doubted he wouldn't be there for her ❤️ (Although not breaking up with Lisa was so incredibly idiotic. The frustrations that came from this gaaaah 😂)

LOL first of all, that Ross gif just about killed me. 🤣🤣 Inside Dean was like:

But he really pulled through for the reader, at least in this moment! He might be a hot mess, but he's still a good man with a big heart. 💗💗

He was so sweet here 😭❤️ My heart burst. And again, I just wanted him to dump Lisa and fucking be with reader grrrr

Ugh Goddd we talked about Lisa over on Patreon so I fully understand your hatred of her in Part 1. 😆 But that moment at the end with Dean and reader on the side of the road was honestly my favorite to write. There's a lot left unspoken, and if he'd just realize how much he already likes her (and was honest about it), maybe all the drama in Part 2 wouldn't have had to happen. 🤣🤣

Dude, fully triggered a Swiftie here at the end 🤣 But honestly fitting since this entire story pretty much has the drama and angst of a ten minute break up song 😆❤️ With that, I leave you till the next part where there will be just a row of gifs with people screaming and sobbing 🤪

Oooh forgive me I'm not a Swiftie (though I do like a couple of her songs!), so I'm sorry for unintentionally triggering you on that one! LOL but you're so right -- this whole fic is like an angsty breakup song (with a surprise happy ending 😝).

I can't wait to catch up with you after Part 2 drops!!

IF I STAY - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized!Reader

Summary: Your dream is to work with kids as an elementary school teacher. Dean is well on his way to becoming a firefighter, keeping things light and “strings unattached” as he goes. After a one-night stand you never saw coming, you and Dean are forced to deal with the consequences…and figure out if the connection between you is worth fighting for.

AN: Yes, here’s another firefighter AU! Based on a request from one of my lovely Patreon members: @redhoodieone. She requested pretty much all the major beats of this story, so hopefully I did her request justice! This is also partially inspired by Fools Rush In, a beautiful movie with Salma Hayek and Matthew Perry (Rest in Peace, King).

Song Inspo: “I Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis

Word Count: 8.7K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, thick thirty, hints of body insecurity, but also body appreciation, angst, and hurt/comfort.

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Part 1: Fools Rush In

Slowly, your eyes slide open into the waking world. Your head is resting on something warm, firm…and a little sweaty. You pick your head up, despite the disorienting, muddy feeling of a slight hangover.

A groan bubbles in your throat. Your gaze travels downward, and you realize that what you’re looking at is more of a who.

Your eyes widen. Oh…my…God…

Not only are you very naked, but your firm pillow is too. It happens to be your best friend’s brother.

Yes, holy fucking shit! You slept with your best friend’s brother.

Biting the inside of your lip, you can’t help but take him in, here in the raw light of day as he lays peacefully on his back. His head lolls to the side on your usual pillow. Your eyes roam over the bow of his lips, the dark eyebrows, lightish brown hair that's softer than it should be between your fingers.

He’s painfully handsome. There’s a slight hesitation in your touch, but you softly trace the cut of his jaw and the stubble spread across it. That roughness feels familiar, and not just under the pads of your fingers, though the thought makes you blush. You begin to remember the night before, almost like a movie reel through your mind… 

Ooooh, right. That’s what happened.

It starts at Sam Winchester’s joint bachelor-bachelorette party at a nice hotel downtown. He and Eileen aren't the "strippers and coke" kind of party couple. They're more the "wine and brie en croute with pickled olives" on the expensive crackers you can't afford—kind of couple.

They look perfectly in love, if a bit long-suffering while Dean gives a hilarious, somewhat inappropriate, but still ultimately heartwarming toast to their happiness. After lowering the glass of champagne from his lips, his gaze catches on yours in the crowd. You suck in a subtle breath. 

Technically you’ve met him already, being one of Eileen’s bridesmaids, but there’s something about his green eyes that pin you to the floor. When he hands over the mic to Lisa Braeden, Eileen’s Maid of Honor, his head turning away from you to offer her a smile breaks the spell. It allows you to breathe.

Dean later finds you by the bar. You’re drinking a rum and coke with your slice of cake, trying not to get a single crumb on your dress. You've put a lot of work into affording it, let alone fitting in it. He leans his elbows casually on the counter and looks over at you.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he nods at you with a smile, subtly taking you in first. Then, his eyes go to your plate. “Ooh, red velvet. Gotta get me some of that.”

You smile back at him. “It’s pretty good.”

“Yeah, looks good in your hand,” he says, adding a teasing wink for good measure.

You don't know why that does it for you, but a half-flattered, half-nervous laugh tumbles out of your mouth. Sam has warned you before about Dean. Apparently his older brother is a bit of a flirt; a ladies’ man.

A man whore, are the words Eileen used.

You’re honestly surprised he’s talking to you when Eileen’s other bridesmaids, Lisa and Jo, are sipping martinis together down at the other end of the bar. Guess they didn’t want cake.

They look beautiful in their lithe, strapless little cocktail dresses. You’ve had to give up chocolate, bread, and cheese for three months straight to fit into this dress, something slinky and red that drapes over your thicker, curvy figure. But you’re proud of the fact that you’re letting yourself eat cake tonight, even though you’ve often felt like Mrs. Doubtfire while standing for pictures next to Lisa and Jo.

They’re Eileen’s friends, not so much your crowd. No matter how much you’ve tried to get to know them while helping the wedding planning in whatever way you can, you still get a high school clique vibe from the women, if with more “polite smiles.” Then they’ll typically go back to talking about crystal centerpieces—or whatever in-depth conversation they were having before you were there. 

But right now, Dean’s focus is on you. When he asks you more about yourself, you tell him about recently earning an elementary education degree.

“Ah, but you already knew that, because Sam told you we graduated college together,” you realize, with warmth tingeing your cheeks. That subject came up pretty quickly when he introduced you to his brother.

Dean’s smile confirms your suspicions, so you just keep filling the silence on reflex.

“Well, I actually just started teaching my first ever semester of second graders. They’re a bit of a handful, but overall, they’re really sweet.” Your smile falters. “Except for this one kid who likes to put little tacks on my chair. He’s kind of a menace, but I think if I bribe him with enough lollipops, he’ll give it a rest. I mean, it’s a behavioral issue and I should probably call his parents. But it's kind of hard to tell them their son is trying to make my ass into a pincushion."

Dean's laugh comes out in a sharp burst, like he wasn't expecting what just came out of your mouth. You didn't either, honestly. You giggle more out of embarrassment, ducking your head.

"He’s in second grade, you know?" you say, in between laughter. "I don't think that little footnote needs to end up on his permanent record. But then there's Micah. He's so friggin' smart. He can read at the fifth grade level already. Can you believe that? And I know I'm not supposed to have favorites, but his grades on his spelling tests get him a spot in the comfy bean bag chair pretty much every Friday. Honestly, I think that's what I like about working with kids. I get to see that spark on their face when something just finally clicks for them. Their little faces get all bright and happy and…ugh. God, I'm sorry. I'm rambling, right?”

You stop yourself with a hand sliding over your mouth, not quite covering your smile of embarrassment.

Dean’s grin just widens, making the corners of his eyes crinkle. 

"It's okay. I kinda like it," he teases.

You duck your head, biting your lip against a groan. He chuckles and reaches out for your hand, earning your nervous glance. He quirks his head.

“Hey, you're passionate about what you do, helping kids. That's nothin' to be ashamed of,” he says, brushing his thumb over your hand. “But sweetheart, I gotta ask. Am I making you nervous or something?”

God, yes, you think, especially at that sweetheart thing. It’s making your heartbeat tick up a syncopated rhythm, but you shake your head, biting the straw of your rum and coke.

“No, not at all,” you say, in a hopefully “breezy” kind of way. You touch your fingers to his wrist. “Tell me about you though. Sam mentioned that you’re a firefighter?”

“Ah, yeah. Firefighter in training,” he says, with a more genuine smile.

He just started at the Fire Academy, and he tells you about all the drills he’s had to learn and all the training he’s had to do to be able to keep up with his classes. You subtly eye him while you sip at your drink, and you notice the crisp cut of his buttoned-down shirt and leather jacket, the definition of muscle across his thighs under the slacks, even while he casually sits.

Your gaze subtly travels down his long bowed legs, smart dress shoes. His cologne is woody and masculine, but not overpowering; maybe bergemot and sandalwood. It pleasantly wafts under your nose every time he gestures with his hands while he talks.

“Aw man, I can’t hold out anymore. I think I need to get me some of that cake before it’s gone,” he says, getting up from his chair.

You’re a bit disappointed that he’s leaving, until he stops short.

“You want another piece?” he offers, gesturing at your empty plate that’s been resting on the counter.

You blink in surprise, but you shake your head. “Oh, no. I probably shouldn’t.”

“Why not? It’s a party,” Dean reasons. His grin is too damn infectious. It has you smiling, and begrudgingly agreeing.

Not only does he bring you more cake, but you watch him eat three whole slices before he asks you to dance.

The rest of it flashes through your mind like strobe lights—the way he’d started small and respectful with his larger hand closed over yours and the other along the curve of your waist. He guided you closer and closer, until you were turned around into his arms, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

You felt his lips teasing your skin. Then those hands tantalizingly drifted down your every soft curve, as if showing you a preview of everything he could do to you, and every way he’d make you come apart. You believed him.

And when he whispered in your ear, asking if he could take you home, you let him.

You let him drive you in that big black piece of history he drives. Used to be my dad’s car, he said. A Chevy something. You couldn’t really remember much when his hand was drifting up and down your thigh like that.

His presence burned hot at your back when you two eventually got to the front door of your apartment, your hands just barely shaking as you got the key in. Twist and click—

He waited until you flipped the lights on. Then he turned you around slowly in his arms and pulled you in close, all the while asking you with his eyes and raised brows. This okay? You want this?

“Do I still make you nervous?” he asked, his lips twitching at a smile when yours do.

You nodded, uttering a small giggle. “In a good way.”

That was when he finally kissed you, hot and slow, like he meant to devour you whole. He moaned at the taste of you, at the feel of your ass squeezed in his hands. You clung onto him strong, breathing into his kiss and trying to meet every single demand of his lips.

It soon became a fiery tear to your bedroom, one lamp flicked on, hot breaths and nice clothes crumpled to the floor. You didn’t feel self-conscious even once when he guided you under him on the bed, because he wasted no time in taking you apart, inch by inch.

His lips kissed and licked and sucked a burning trail down your neck, over your collarbone and between your breasts. You felt his hardened length trapped between your bodies while his hands explored you, teasing your breasts and sensitive nipples, and he mapped his way down with his lips.

You explored every part of him you could—every dip of muscle, firm shoulders and the slopes of his back, and then back up to tangle in his hair. Your heated gasps and whimpers filled the room when his sinful mouth found what it was looking for between your legs.

It wasn’t often that you had a strong pair of shoulders to rest your thighs on, but Dean’s grip was hard enough to leave deep fingerprints of pressure on each thigh while he slipped his tongue through your folds and feasted on you.

“D-Dean, oh God,” you gasped. Every sound you made was a sensuous symphony in his ears, washing over his skin and making the well of his desire churn hot in his lower belly. He had to roll his hips into the mattress for some relief for his aching cock, even while he moved his mouth up to your clit, circling the swollen bud with his tongue. He had enough room to slip two fingers deep inside your sopping wet channel, exploring you deeply, stroking and twisting to find what you needed.

Your thighs trembled and squeezed tight on either side of his head. When he sucked your clit tight between his lips, you uttered as gasping moan as that coil snapped its release. Your inner walls fluttered around his fingers. Yours clenched tightly in his hair, threatening to rip out a few strands.

Dean stroked you all through your first orgasm, giving slower licks to your clit. He seemed to sense when you couldn’t handle anymore though. You tugged more sharply on his hair, and he finally pulled away, moving back up your body to gauge your reaction.

You’d collapsed boneless against the bed, but you still managed to smile up at him as you caught your breath.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked. But his self-satisfied grin almost made you laugh. You took his glistening face between your hands and pulled him down for a grateful kiss.

After a moment to savor your lips, he broke away for a second to catch his breath himself. You stroked his back all the while.

“You know, for a minute down there, I thought you might not let me come back up,” he teased.

You choked on a laugh, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Honestly wouldn’t have minded if you did suffocate me,” he chuckled, accompanied by a slap to your left ass cheek. You squealed, and blushed hotly at the way he was grinning down at you.

“Ready for more, baby? Or you want to call it a night?” he asked. His tone was playful, but it was actually a serious question. You blinked in surprise. You’d never had a guy be this, well…generous, and not expect anything in return, especially not for just a hookup.

But you shook your head and sat up, slipping a hand behind Dean’s neck. After a beat of hesitation, you guided him down to you for a slow, sensuous kiss.

“No, I don’t want to call it a night,” you whispered. Your hand drifted down his bare chest, and lower still. You showed him just how well you could return the favor.

And now, come the morning, you’re blushing down to your neck as each scene flashes through your mind. You feel the ghost of his hands all over your body, and how you’d never quite felt quite as bold and sexy and beautiful with a near stranger as you had with Dean effing Winchester. Your best friend’s brother.

You begin to worry your bottom lip with your teeth. How the hell are you going to tell Sam? Especially after he warned you about exactly this. Plus, there’s a reason you don’t typically do the one-night stand thing, and this has the potential to become something very complicated.

You know what, it’s fine! you think. We’re two consenting adults. We’re both single. And maybe…maybe it could be more than a hookup. Maybe we can see each other again, see where it goes.

“What’re you thinking so hard about?” Dean says, his voice croaking with sleep.

You look down at him in surprise. His eyes have cracked open and he has your hand captive, stopping you from continuing to idly trace patterns on his bare chest. You smile in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” you say. Again, you bite your lower lip. “Um, good morning.”

“Morning, sweetheart,” he grins lazily. “You sure wore me out last night.”

Your smile becomes more genuine, even if you turn your face away somewhat shyly.

“Aw, don’t do that,” Dean says. He slides his hand up your arm and behind your neck, tangling into your already tangled hair when he guides you down to his lips for a kiss. “You were awesome.”

You giggle against his lips. “Really?”

“Hell, yeah,” he says, kissing you again.

You shake your head a little. “You were…”

Amazing. Unbelievable. Probably the best night I’ve ever had.

“Perfect,” you decide. Because it’s the truth. The word comes out of your mouth before you can filter yourself though, making you pause. Dean does too, but after a beat, he slowly smiles.

“Oh yeah?” he asks.

You lick your lips, and you nod. “Definitely.”

“Well, then,” he says. His hand moves down to squeeze your hip. “You down for a repeat performance?”

You smile. “Only if I get a turn.”

Bracing your hands on his chest, you slide your thigh across his lap so you can straddle his hips. Dean grins and goes along with your idea. He gets a nice healthy handful of your thighs and helps settle you on top of him. But first, he reaches over into your nightstand drawer and finds another condom, ripping it open with his teeth.

Just like you did for him last night, you take the packet, as well as his generous length in your hands. You gently stroke him to full mast, smiling pleased at his groan of pleasure. Then you carefully fit the condom over him.

“You’re so gentle with me,” he teases. 

“Just returning the favor,” you quip, just before you position him at your wet entrance. Slowly, you sink down over his cock.

You both moan at the feeling of him stretching you again, warm and thick and fitting perfectly nestled deep inside. There had been moments last night where he wasn’t all that gentle, actually, but his passion had only spurred yours on more. You know you’ll probably find fingerprint marks on your thighs and ass, but it’s fucking worth it, you think, as you begin to bob a rocking rhythm that serves you both.

Dean arches his back underneath you, his knees coming up to press against your ass.

“Goddamn, baby. Givin’ me quite a show,” he says, in a panting voice that’s deep as sin.

You utter a breathy laugh.

Dean means it though. He’s enjoying the way you brush your hair out of your face, your beautiful tits in his face while you truly let loose for him. He guides you by the stronghold he has on your hips, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he ruts up into you, meeting your thrusts.

Your breath quickens, your nails digging into his chest on reflex, and your heart races as that delicious pleasure builds. But when Dean snakes a hand between you and further parts your folds to massage tight circles over your clit, your vision flashes white. You utter a scream of pleasure on his name, your inner walls choking him tight as you throb around his cock. His release hits him like a goddamn freight train.

“Aw, fuck,” he grunts.

He slams your hips down hard, making your thighs slap against his. A ragged groan escapes him in a rush. His hands move to your thighs just under your ass, where his fingers press into flesh hard enough to leave forensic ID, giving him leverage to bury himself deep into your pussy as he spills a hot release into the condom.

Goddamn…

He can almost imagine that he’s coming free inside you, that you’re milking his cock for every drop, until there’s nothing left for him to give.

The thought surprises him. It almost takes him out of the moment, honestly. That’s not a thought he’s ever had before—not with a woman he barely knows (which is most of his hookups, if he’s honest).

In that delicious, fractious moment just after it hits, it’s like those few seconds are suspended in zero gravity. Your arms are shaking, and your forced to collapse against his chest. Dean welcomes you there for a little while, letting you come down while he smooths a hand over your hair.

Though he can't help the urge to let his big hand drift down over your dewy skin, down the gentle slope of your back and over the curve of your generous ass. He gives one cheek a teasing slap. The sound echoes in the room.

"Goddamn perfect ass," he says roughly, smirking at your squeal. You end up grinning hard against his neck.

"'S that my new nickname?" you quip.

He chuckles deeply, moving you along with his chest. "Hell, sweetheart, if you want it to be."

Eventually, you lean back to give him a smile and one last kiss before you pull away from him. You slip off his lap to find your robe, at least. You definitely need a shower.

“So I’m thinking, after we get cleaned up, I could make us some breakfast,” you offer. “Or if you want, maybe we could go somewhere. I know a little diner down the block.”

“I like the sound of food,” Dean agrees with a smile. Ge reaches over for his phone on the nightstand, to check the time. His eyes widen. “Oh, shit.”

He has to get his ass over to the Fire Academy. He has class in barely twenty minutes.

He tears out of bed and nearly trips on the coiled sheets.

“Sorry. Gonna need to take a raincheck,” he says. He hurries to find his clothes strewn all over your bedside floor.

“What’s the matter?” you ask with wide eyes. You cross your arms under your breasts, but it’s more like you’re hugging yourself over your robe. You watch him tear through your bedroom in a tempest of movement.

Dean spares you a glance, but not much else as he yanks up his slacks and belt and dress shirt.

“Gotta get to class,” he confesses. Thank God he has his uniform in the trunk of his car for exactly these kinds of emergencies. He grabs his phone, wallet, and keys, and quickly kisses you on the cheek. He gazes down at you apologetically. “Sorry I gotta cut and run, sweetheart, but it’s been fun.”

Your smile barely reaches your eyes. He’s pressed for time, but he still notices.

He slows himself down and cups your cheek. “Hey.”

He gets your pretty eyes looking up at him, and he gives you a real kiss, nice and slow. He cradles your cheek and brushes his thumb across your skin.

“Thanks,” he says. His now familiar grin manages to make you smile. “And I mean that.”

You shake your head at him. “Okay go, Mr. Future Fireman. Be safe out there, okay?”

He gives you a playful salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

You can’t help but laugh. This guy’s too much. But you don't think you've had this much fun having sex in...

All right, let's not put a timeframe on it.

You watch him leave your apartment, even though you have a sinking feeling in your chest. You knew this was just a hookup for him, for both of you. Part of you just couldn’t help hoping that it could’ve led to something more. 

Dean means to call you.

He really does.

After that truly awesome, you shook me all night long, kind of a night, he thinks about you more than he’d like to admit over the next few weeks. However, he finds himself locked into his training. He’s so close to finishing strong and earning his badge, he just can’t afford any more distractions.

Still, he should’ve known that Sam would find out—either through Eileen, or through you directly. He also should’ve expected the way his brother let him have it.

“And you didn’t even fucking call her. See? This is why I don’t set you up with any of my friends anymore,” Sam bitches at him from his side of the small two-seater dinner table. They still share an apartment, though in just a month and a half, Sam’s going to be moving out. He and Eileen already found a house that they’re moving into after the wedding.

“Look, I was going to call her, man. They’ve just been bustin’ my ass at the Academy!” Dean argues.

“Bullshit.” Sam levels him with the same finger that holds his beer.

Dean’s brows raise, high and annoyed. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I’m calling bullshit. Because if you really liked her, respected her, and respected me, you would’ve made the time,” Sam says.

That falls heavy between the brothers for a moment while they eat their pizza.

“Look, I know her. She doesn’t do hookups that often, which means…she probably liked you,” Sam adds. “And honestly, when are you going to give it a real try with someone? You can only visit that free clinic so many times.”

Dean shoots him a glare. He’s had a clean bill of health from said clinic for six months straight.

“Jesus Christ. Enough, all right?” he grouses. “What’re you, Mom?”

“I’m just saying,” Sam says, lowering his crust to the plate. He levels his brother with a more earnest look, lightening up from his anger. “Look, if it’s about what happened to Dad—”

“What, you mean the way he drank himself to death after Mom died?” Dean says. His voice cuts through whatever softball glove Sam is trying to handle him with. “You think that’s the kind of thing I should be looking for in my life?”

“Oh, and what, do you think I’m making a mistake marrying Eileen?” Sam counters.

Dean sighs, shaking his head. “Damn it, don’t put words in my mouth. That’s not what I’m saying, it’s just…I don’t know. Maybe that kind of life—the house, the wife, the 2.5 kids and the dog. Maybe that’s just not my life, okay?”

Sam gives him a long look. He lets go of a deep breath, and he shrugs.

“Okay,” he says. “If you think hooking up night after night for the rest of your life is going to make you happy, then fine.”

Dean nods, glad that they can put an end to this little After School Special.

“Okay.”

Still, he can’t finish his third slice of pizza. He keeps picturing your face when he left you that morning. No matter how you tried to hide it, he still saw the tinge of disappointment in your eyes. It brews something uncomfortable in his stomach, and a sting in his chest.

You’re eating lunch alone in your classroom, finally on your break, when an unfamiliar number flashes across your phone screen. You look down at it in confusion, but with all the caterers and florists and things you’ve helped Eileen with on the wedding, you figure it could be important. You pick up the call and greet whoever’s on the line.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you?”

You drop your ham and cheese on your keyboard, gaping in surprise.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he chuckles slightly. “Sorry, I know it’s been a minute.”

You frown, because you’re confused more than anything.

“Yeah, like almost a month,” you reply. You put the call on speaker so you can grab up your sandwich and quickly brush off the crumbs from your keyboard. You struggle to say something cool, clever, sexy even. “I’m okay. Just, um…what’s up?”

Smooth, real smooth. You cover your eyes with your hand.

“Nothin’, I was just thinking of that night,” he says. “I had a good time.”

Your frown deepens, despite the beginning of a blush warming your cheeks. If he’s calling you just for another hookup…

“So I just thought maybe you and I could do something again. Maybe you wanna come over my place this time.”

And there it is. You deflate at his words, shoulders sagging. The "convenient booty call" proposition.

“I could make us some burgers, toss in a couple of beers and a movie night,” he adds.

That part throws you though, you’re not going to lie. What, is this a Netflix and chill situation—with a side of fries?

You consider it. You weigh pros and cons at a frightening speed in your mind, almost like Sherlock Holmes contemplating the layout of a dead body and deducing within moments that his wife committed the murder, despite the man no longer wearing a ring.

You want to let yourself be bold and spontaneous and carefree...but it's just not who you are at your core. You're a planner, a cautious person who looks three ways before crossing the street. Letting Dean take you home that night was certainly one of the most spontaneous, wild things you've done since your friends took you out to a strip club after you aced your final round of exams back in college.

(Sam hadn't been there that night, but he did get an embarrassing drunken text from you at 3:00 a.m., along with a few shame-ridden pictures fueled by questionable substances. Yes, he still had the evidence.)

You just don't know if it's smart to let yourself hookup with Dean again. Mostly because you know your heart has the tendency to get attached, no matter how much you warn it not to.

“You know, Dean, I’m pretty busy with my job right now. I just started here a couple of months ago, and I think I just need to focus on that right now,” you say. Part of it isn’t a lie, even though your soft heart is stinging.

“Ah, okay. Yeah. I get that,” he says. You hear his disappointment too. “But I just need to say, I really am sorry for not calling you sooner.”

Your lips tug at a smile. “It’s okay, Dean. Look, you’re Sam’s brother. I just feel like, maybe it’s better if you and I stay friends.”

“Friends, huh?” Dean says wryly. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t have three rounds of steamy hot sex with any of my friends.”

Your blush comes swiftly again, burning in your cheeks.

“Be that as it may,” you say, “I just don’t want to do anything that will distract from Sam and Eileen’s wedding.”

“Oh, I’m a distraction, huh?” Dean says flirtatiously. 

You begin to smile in earnest. “I think you know damn well what you are, Dean Winchester.”

His deep chuckle practically resonates through the phone and into your chest, going straight down to your pussy. You clench on nothing just at the sound of his voice, making you cross your legs under your skirt. Dear God…

How are you supposed to be even remotely normal around this man now? 

But for Sam’s sake (and your own), you’ll have to try. 

Two months later, Dean has taken Sam’s dating advice to heart. A week or so after you turned him down, he ran into Lisa Braeden, Eileen’s Maid of Honor, while he was at the grocery store buying beer and Twizzlers. She was a smart, sharp, sexy brunette. A yoga instructor, he soon found out. So he took a chance on asking her out. They’ve been going slow and steady ever since. 

Dean hasn’t heard from you since the rehearsal dinner, but he sees you again at his brother’s wedding. All the bridesmaids are wearing long, royal blue dresses that drape off the shoulders and hug the bust and waist, flaring gently at the skirt. Lisa and Jo wear it beautifully, their hair perfectly smooth and coiled. 

But when you step out into the hall outside the church ballroom to join them, Dean actually pauses in what he’s saying to his brother. He nearly double takes when you enter his line of vision—mostly because he hasn’t seen you in a dress since that night. You were sexy as hell then, a lady in red. 

Today, you’re absolutely stunning. 

After greeting Sam with a warm hug, you turn to him with a nervous kind of smile. “H-Hey, Dean.”

With that, he snaps out of it. Dean smiles, eyes crinkling, and goes over to give you a hug as well.

“Good to see you,” he says, trying not to inhale too much of your nice perfume. It’s even in your hair.

“You too,” you reply. Your smile is a little brighter, more genuine. Though there’s something behind your eyes that he can’t quite place.

What he doesn’t notice is the way Lisa is watching you and her boyfriend, a hint of suspicion on her face.

You do though. You pull away from Dean and assemble into a line with Lisa at the helm. As the Best Man, Dean stands with her, followed by Jo and Brady, another one of Sam’s buddies. You and Benny bring up the rear. Benny’s dad used to work with John, Sam and Dean’s father, on the police force.

According to Sam, John Winchester worked a beat for twenty-six years before his liver finally gave out on him. Dean almost went to the Police Academy to follow in his dad’s footsteps, but Benny, already working his way up to Lieutenant, suggested Dean become a smoke eater instead. The suggestion stuck.

Benny Lafitte is slightly shorter than Dean, but just as broad-shouldered, his auburn beard neatly trimmed. Even though you might’ve thought he was rough around the edges at first, his kind blue eyes spoke the contrary. He offers you his arm like a gentleman.

“Well aren't I lucky, getting the prettiest girl on my arm,” he says, with a charming smile.

You smile, and even begin to blush at the way he subtly takes note of you from head to toe.

“Well, thank you. You’re very handsome yourself. Although, hold on.” You slip your arm out of his for a moment so that you can fix his tie. It’s slightly crooked. You make sure that it lays flat under his collar, smoothing down all the edges and picking off any small dust particles that landed on his collar. Benny watches you with an indulgent smile.

“Am I good?” he asks.

“Very,” you reply.

“I appreciate it, thank you,” he says. You don’t know if he means to sound flirtatious, but his voice is a deep drawl that washes over you pleasantly. You find yourself blushing down to your neck as you slip your arm back around his.

You also don’t notice how Dean glances at you and Benny over his shoulder.

As much as you love Sam and Eileen, it’s difficult for you to keep your mind from spinning into fractals as the ceremony goes on. You can’t help but glance at Dean. He stands there behind Sam dutifully, but you see brotherly pride in Dean’s eyes, in his smile. It makes you smile too. You too love Sam like a brother, and it brings a well of happy tears to your eyes to watch him have his moment with his new wife.

It just also reminds you of what you need to do.

After the ceremony ends and the bridal party files out behind the bride and groom, you excuse yourself from Benny apologetically. You wait until Lisa and Jo go off to take pictures with Sam and Eileen, and you grab Dean’s wrist, pulling him aside.

“I need to talk to you,” you whisper.

Dean gives you a confused look. “They’re gonna need us for the pictures.”

“I know, but this is important,” you say. Your voice trembles with nerves, and so do your hands. Dean notices, frowning in concern. He grasps your arm to try and steady you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Just come with me,” you implore him. You take his hand and lead him into the women’s dressing room attached to the church sanctuary you all just came out of.

Dean raises his brows at the mess you and the rest of the bridesmaids have made of the room—pantyhose and makeup and clothing litter the floor and most available surfaces, while leftover breakfast sandwiches, grapes, salami, and cheddar cheese cubes are splayed out across one of the vanity counters. Dean is tempted to steal a morsel, but he focuses on you first.

You close and lock the door, which makes his brows raise high again. You know he has a girlfriend now, right?

“Uhh, look, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but—”

You heave a sigh. Again, you take his hand and guide him to sit with you at the vanity. The old stools squeak, the overhead lights a bit too bright. This is not where you want to do this, but you can’t hold it in anymore.

“Dean, I’m pregnant,” you confess.

He freezes. His breath stills in his lungs. His eyes slowly widen as the words click in his brain.

“What?” His head tilts, as if he didn’t hear you right.

You squeeze his hand; to ground him or yourself, you’re not sure.

“I’m about two months pregnant. I found out last week.”

Dean swipes his free hand over his mouth while he tries to compute. He squeezes your hand, tighter and tighter. He points to himself.

“It’s…it’s me? It’s mine?”

You give him a weary smile. “You’re the only one I’ve been with in the last few months. It could only be you.”

Oh fuck. The man’s face begins to pale as he descends into shock.

“But we…I used a condom,” he reasons. “All the—all the times!”

You bite your lip. If you weren’t freaking the fuck out yourself, you’d probably be laughing right now. Granted, you’ve had a bit more time to process this than Dean.

“I know, I was there,” you reply, releasing yet another sigh. “One of them probably broke. That’s all I can think of… Honestly, Dean, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I just didn’t want to disrupt the ceremony or cause a scene before the wedding. But now you know.”

Dean falls silent then. He hasn’t let go of your hand, which you think is a decent sign. He’s likely forgotten that you’re still holding it as he stares off into the middle distance for several seconds.

Eventually, he shakes his head and returns his gaze to yours. He looks uncertain, his handsome face the true epitome of holy fucking shit.

You know the feeling.

But he asks the most important question.

“What do you want to do?”

Briefly you close your eyes as you take a breath. You squeeze his hand before you let go of him.

“I’ve thought about this a lot, and…I’m keeping the baby,” you tell him, though you raise placating hands. “I don’t want money, or anything like that. I just wanted you to know that it’s yours. How much you want to be in his or—or her life, that’s up to you.”

Dean takes a beat before he answers, but you don’t have to wait so long holding your breath.

“Okay. Okay, yeah. I’ll help you. Don’t worry,” he says.

And just like that, all the time you spent giving yourself pep talks for this, telling yourself that you’ll need to be strong no matter what he says, all of it crumbles into relief. Your lower lip trembles, and your body shudders as you break into tears. You try covering your face to hide your shame, but Dean grasps your shoulders.

“Hey, hey. It’s all right,” he says. He tentatively pulls you into a hug. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You nod into his dress shirt, probably staining him with your running makeup.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “Thank you so much.”

He holds you a bit tighter in response.

You and Dean agree to keep this to yourselves for now, at least until Sam and Eileen get back from their honeymoon. It’s difficult to explain why your eyes are all red and your makeup is smudged, but you promise Sam that you’ll tell him later. You know it’s pointless to lie to him though. As a lawyer, his bullshit meter is far too high.

However, you also know that he’s half guessed it by the time you all make it to the reception. When you and Dean came out of that dressing room to join the bridal party for pictures, you're sure that you looked emotionally wrecked. Dean had looked pale as a sheet, his body coiled and tense, as willing himself to seem normal. Sam had clocked both of you with a raise of his brow, but he didn't say anything then, especially after you gave him a pleading look.

While Eileen greets her family without him for a moment, Sam pulls you aside. He notes your glass of diet coke, in a moderate sea of guests drinking champagne and cocktails.

“Are you okay?” he asks knowingly.

Tears well up in your eyes again. You don’t know if it’s your damn hormones going haywire, or just the way Sam asks you, with the love of a friend in his eyes. He squeezes your shoulder gently, prompting you with your name.

“Yeah, I think I will be,” you say.

"Is it the same reason you're not drinking?" he asks. "You and Dean earlier..."

You hesitantly confirm with a nod. Sam blows out a harsh sigh, raising folded hands to his mouth as he processes. You begin to look around on reflex, trying to see if anyone's watching you and Sam have this conversation in the middle of the reception. To your relief, everyone around you seems occupied with drinks, hours d'oeuvres and conversation.

“What did he say when you told him?” Sam asks. His gaze is firmer. You get the idea that if he doesn’t like what you tell him, then he’s about to go grab his brother by the ear himself.

You grab his wrist and give a placating squeeze. “He said he's going to help me, be there for me.”

“Damn right. So will I,” Sam nods, and glances back at Eileen, his new bride, with a smile. “We both will.”

“I know,” you nod as well. “I’ll be okay, Sam. You don’t have to worry so much. Just enjoy your wedding day. It’s the only one you’re gonna get. Well, you know…hopefully.”

You tease him with a wink.

Sam laughs, cupping your cheek. He kisses your other cheek.

“I love you, you know that right?” he says.

You give him a trembling smile through your tears.

Meanwhile, Dean has a beautiful woman in his arms. He turns Lisa on the dancefloor, trying not to trip on his own dress shoes, all the while knowing that his brain isn’t here in his body. It’s across the ballroom, watching you talk to Sam. Dean can tell that he knows, just in his Big Bird body language. He’d also recognize that accompanying Bitch Face anywhere.

“Dean, what’s wrong,” Lisa asks him, and not for the first time. She’s getting annoyed, he can tell. She finally looks over to where he keeps glancing, and she notices you with a frown. It’s also not the first time she’s caught him staring at you tonight.

“What was that earlier in the dressing room? She didn’t really get food poisoning, did she?” she asks pointedly. “What, did you two used to date or something?”

He gives a wan smile. “Yeah, kinda. We…had a thing once.”

“What kind of thing?”

Dean closes his eyes and tries to keep himself calm. He’s pretty sure if he tells her the truth right now, she’s going to find the nearest cocktail and dump it over his head.

But shit, here it goes.

“Well…”

After a long day at school, you drive over to Dean’s apartment. You’d agreed to meet there and wait for him to get off his shift at Firehouse 83, where he just started as a full-fledged firefighter on probation. When he gets home, he’s supposed to go with you to an important appointment with your OB-GYN. 

You were hoping he’d already be done with work by the time you got to his place, but Lisa's there to open the door for you. Apparently, he’d already given her a key.

Moving kind of fast, but okay, you think. A second later, you could’ve rolled your eyes at yourself. Pot, kettle, me. Got it.

Lisa greets you with a “polite” smile at best, but she does offer you water at least. You really can’t blame her for not liking you though. She found out her boyfriend got another woman pregnant right before he started dating her. Really, she has more balls than you for staying with him. You wouldn't put it past Dean to somehow have smooth-talked her into giving him a chance.

Or she really loves him. The thought sobers you as you lower yourself down to the couch beside her. Both of you sit there in silence for a moment, trying to figure out something to talk about.

“So, you’re what, six months pregnant?” she asks.

You correct her in thinly veiled annoyance. “Three months, actually.”

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t know why I thought it was six.”

You have a feeling her awkward chuckle is fake, however. She knew good and damn well that you’re not six months pregnant. In her eyes, you must be the size of a parade float. 

“If you want, I can recommend a holistic diet to help you get your body back after the baby’s born,” Lisa offers. “No pills, no chemicals. Just good clean weight loss.”

You feign interest. Honestly, you’d like her to cram that offer right up her hooch.

“I can even give you a discount if you want to try out yoga,” she says. “It’s low impact, but you burn plenty of calories. I have a beginner’s class, not too strenuous. Even my least flexible clients manage to do the poses.”

Is that why Dean likes you? Because you’re bendy? Bet if I sat on you, you’d pop like a fucking balloon.

You hide all of these thoughts behind a “polite” smile of your own.

“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you reply. It’s non-committal enough, but hopefully it’ll get her off your back.

No such luck.

“You know, maintaining a healthy diet is really important for the baby’s health too,” Lisa adds. “It’s not just about avoided raw fish and dairy products. Oh, and processed food is obviously a no-go. Like, I’m sure you haven’t been hitting Taco Bell and all that stuff, right?”

As a matter of fact, you’ve been eating clean since long before you got pregnant. Not that it’s any business of hers whether you enjoy the occasional quesadilla or not.

Your temper snaps at its leash. You open your mouth to reply, when the front door unlocks and opens to Dean, stepping in through the threshold.

Thank God, you and Lisa both think. She gets up quicker from the couch than you, greeting her boyfriend with a kiss. You avert your gaze while you begin to get up yourself.

Dean reaches out to help you, grasping your arm in support. You shoot him a smile.

“I can still get up by myself,” you snip.

“Yeah, all right. Just in case,” he says with a smile. “Ready to go?”

“Oh, yeah. Let’s rock and roll,” you say, trying to hide your worsening mood. You’re exhausted, and irritated, and probably more than a little hangry. Except now, the idea of food just has you feeling guilty for even being hungry.

“Bye, hun. Hope you have a good appointment,” Lisa says, giving your shoulder a pat. You give her the most genuine smile you can muster as you thank her. It's possibly that she's one of those women who don't realize when they're being cunty, but you find it highly unlikely. She's too smart for that.

You follow Dean out the door and over to his car, big and black and sleek as you remember. You settle into the passenger seat with your arms crossed in silence. Dean switches the cassette to one of his favorite Led Zeppelin albums, though he notices your grumpy face.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

You give him some side-eye, but you’re reluctant to say anything. You just shake your head. As irritated as you are, you don’t want to be the friend who badmouths his girlfriend.

God, are we even friends? You wonder. Or am I just his knocked-up baby momma?

And again, you realize that this whole situation is probably hard for Lisa. You just don’t know if she’s jealous, or if she just…doesn’t like you.

“I’m okay,” you tell Dean.

He raises a skeptical brow. Looks like Sam isn’t the only one with a finely tuned bullshit meter.

“All right, how about this,” Dean says. “Let’s grab some burgers after this, huh? From your favorite spot. Shake Shack, right? Side of fries, frozen yogurt. I think I’ll get chocolate this time… Hmm, I doubt Lisa will want anything. She’s gone on an all-vegan kick or something.”

For one shining moment, you were happy and touched at his consideration. But now your body stills in your seat when you remember Lisa’s words. Tears well up in your eyes with a hot sting, and a sob escapes your throat.

Dean is cut off from thinking about getting extra bacon on his burger. He looks over at you in alarm. “H-Hey, what’s the matter?”

You scoff at him through your tears. “Are you kidding me? I can’t eat burgers anymore, Dean. I was already fucking fat. Now it’s just gonna get ridiculous.”

“What?” Dean’s brows knit together in confusion, along with his deepening frown. It gets worse as he tries to watch the road ahead, while at the same time, watching you continue to crumble.

“And after the birth, I’m just going to be an even fatter slob who can’t take care of her baby,” you sniffle and weep, trying in vain to wipe your eyes and get ahold of yourself.

Dean grits his teeth, his jaw twitching. Fuck it.

He turns the steering wheel sharp enough to startle a gasp out of you.

“Dean!”

He pulls the car over onto the side of the road, ignoring the honking SUV behind him. He shifts into Park and shuts off the radio—a big red flag, in your opinion. He’s upset too, and fucking serious, more so than you’ve ever seen him. You stare back at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve never once heard you say that you’re fat,” he says.

You blink at that, but eventually, you’re able to get your tongue to unstick from the roof of your mouth. You wipe the remnants of tears from your cheeks. Your face is already hot from your upset, now tinged with embarrassment.

“You haven’t known me very long,” you say quietly.

It doesn’t help. Dean’s jaw ticks again.

“Well, I’ve never thought it. Not even once,” he says. His jade green eyes are firmly set on yours, and he gestures between you and him with a pointed finger. “The reason you and I are here right now, is because the minute I saw you, I wanted you.”

One corner of his lips kicks upwards. “And that night, you didn’t disappoint.”

Your mouth falls open slightly. You don’t know how to respond, but you do know that a full blush is warming your face and neck. His words have power, and unbidden, they bloom a similar warmth between your legs. You swallow a bit nervously as you bite your bottom lip.

Dean glances down at your mouth when you do. He can remember what your pretty mouth did for him that night. Oh, he remembers all too well. He even had the shade of your lipstick streaked across his skin until he showered up at the firehouse.

He locks that all away when shifts the car back into Drive. If you’re going to make it to this appointment on time, he needs to get going.

And you both have to leave whatever that was right here by the side of the road.

AN: Woo! 😮‍💨 Yep, this is only Part 1, friends. Lisa is a bit different in this. My take was that without Ben in her life, she might be less mature and a bit more catty. As we get into Part 2 I'll leave it up to you to decide why she decides to stay with Dean, and perhaps more importantly, where the reader and Dean can go from here as co-parents. 🤔

If you enjoyed Part 1, please let me know!~

Next Time in Part 2:

“Hey, you okay?” you say, resting a gentle hand on his arm.

Dean shakes his head. “Look, I…I’m sorry for tossing a giant friggin’ monkey wrench into your life. I know this hasn’t been easy for you.”

If possible, your heart softens even more. You slide your hand down to grasp his.

“Dean, this baby wasn’t planned, but he’s not a mistake,” you say. “I don’t regret anything.”

Dean stares back at you incredulously. He can’t believe you could really say that to him. He doesn’t know what to say. He only knows what’s in his mind, and what he feels compelled to do in that moment.

He leans over and kisses you. It’s a firm meeting of his lips to yours, and achingly familiar.

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lil elvis | a.b

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y/n_butler like father, like son. 🖤❤️

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priscillapresly how cute 😍😍

austinbutler what can I say? He's learning from the best 😉❤️

bazluhrmann already know who's gonna play the next Elvis Presley! 🕺

y/n_butler @bazluhrmann, he’s already learning all the dances so you better hand him the script!! 😆

hannahgrob THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN-

elvis4ever @hannahgrob FR, MADE MY DAY 😭

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y/n_butler ❤️❤️❤️

priscillapresley gorgeous wife and handsome son 🥰

bazluhrmann sweetest little family I know 💕

elvis pretty boy 💙

emmaww AUSTIN WON IN LIFE 😭😭

lillykovcky she’s so pretty 😍

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priscillapresley aunti weekend 💛

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elvis lil boy lookin' good 🤭

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loverelvis that little boy is probably the prettiest kid in the world and I LOVE IT !!

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Valentine

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: hardcore banter, mentions of body image/insecurities, smut (minors dni), oral (f! & m! receiving), unprotected sex, praise 

summary: as the reader’s first boyfriend austin takes you on an as close to perfect date for the first valentine’s day you are actually able to spend together as a couple. 

a/n: i wrote this in less than a day and am pretty happy with how it turned out for the most part. i did not however thoroughly proofread it, so i apologize for any mistakes. feel free to send in any requests for austin/elvis and i’d be happy to write them!! with that being said, i hope you enjoy 💗💗

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t scare you how much love you felt for the man you had the privilege of calling your boyfriend. It was your first time being in love and despite your young age, Austin could have guessed. You felt embarrassed being 20 and never even kissed when you had met him two years ago. But now you were 23 and not only kissed daily, but loved unconditionally. 

There was something so special about him to you, it didn’t matter your lack of romantic experiences before him. You had fallen so easily regardless of you slight fear of men as well as vulnerability. He just made you feel so warm inside, the way he wasn’t scared to show how he felt with a careful gesture of running his fingers through your hair and calling you beautiful. Every time he’d pay you a compliment or do you a favor, just his pure gentleness and kindness always made your cheeks heat up and your heart swell. 

First it was casual dates to restaurants around town and movies nights on either of your couches, which quickly turned into hour long phone calls nightly spilling every detail about each others days when you were apart, Austin reading every book you’d gush to him about without you even asking him to. He’d began to shower you with gifts as you began to clear your schedule of anything in the way of spending time with him. Now, you were living in your shared apartment saving every last dime you’d made for a beautiful house along the California coast big enough to hold the family you dreamed to have with him. 

Sure, sometimes you stopped to think about the pace your relationship was progressing, but you were too blinded by the sparkle of Austin’s blue eyes to let it scare you. You also had nothing to compare it to so it didn’t make a difference. Your friends warned you of how young you were or how you would regret pouring all of yourself into the love you felt once you got older, but you thought they were wrong. They wanted you to find out who you were before finding your lasting love, they didn’t know that who you wanted to be was Austin’s.

It was your first time having Austin with you in person as your valentine on Valentine’s Day and you were ecstatic. The previous that have passed he had been occupied with his work, but that didn’t stop him from making it special for you always sending you flowers and gifts. Austin was taking you out for dinner at your favorite restaurant and if you were honest you were a bit more excited for what was to come after. You finished putting on your golden earrings Austin had bought you a few months back and stepped away from the mirror in front of you to get a better look at yourself as a whole. 

The pink dress you were wearing stopped above your knees, its tight fitting fabric rippling at every curve of your body. By no means where you the skinniest girl to walk the earth, but you didn’t let that make you feel bad. Austin shut down your previous insecurities he said it just meant there was more of you to love, that he liked grabbing you squeezing and sucking your flesh. 

“If you were a bag of bones I’d be too terrified that you’d snap in half in bed to have a fraction of the fun we do,” he giggled out pulling you into his lap. “Look, none of us are perfect,” he’d said pinching the bit of fat on his stomach to showcase his “imperfections” perfectly normal and beautiful feature to you. 

“Very cute baby,” you smiled kissing his cheek. “But why do you always have to make it about sex?” you questioned giving him a fake intimidating look.

“There are plenty of other reasons why you are perfect the way you are,” he stated confidently.

“Such as…” you trailed off playing with his hair.

“Such as knowing my angel is healthy and your kind heart and your beautiful smile and the way you do your hair and your sense of humor and your little laugh you do when you know something’s not supposed to be funny but it is,” he listed pulling you in for a kiss.

“good boy,” you said patting him on the shoulder before continuing your kiss in between giggles.

You pulled down the bit of fabric around your chest to showcase more of your cleavage. It wasn’t the most noble thing to so, but you had to admit it was a bit of fun to tease Austin. 

Skipping down the stairs in your silver heals you jumped onto the back of your unsuspecting boyfriend who was too busy drooling over himself in the mirror by your front door. 

“Classic Austin,” you said shaking your head as you gripped his shoulders feeling his arms snake around your legs holding you up. 

“Hey! You can’t just sneak up on me like that,” he said trying his best to hide his embarrassment, and for someone who acted for a living he was doing a pretty horrible job.

“It’s okay baby, anyone who looked as pretty as you would do the same.” You jumped off his back grabbing the car keys from the table in front of him. “You ready?” You asked.

“Yeah let me grab my wallet,” he said. When he left the room you let a smile ripple through your entire body causing your limbs to shake. You quickly took a breath and relaxed your face as Austin returned hands in his pockets.

“Let’s rock and roll,” you stated turning to the door trying to keep a straight face so your choice of words hits harder.

“You’re ridiculous,” Austin said letting out a laugh. “For thinking I’m going to let you drive,” he then added onto his sentence when he saw you were swinging the car keys around your pointer finger.

“What the heck!” you said stomping you foot, “I’ll do good this time I promise,” you told him giving you best puppy dog eyes. 

“Y/N get real, last time you drove we almost crashed because you decided hitting all of the notes of the Elvis song that was on was more important that keeping your eyes on the road,” Austin said plainly snatching the keys from your grasp.

“Um, last time I checked you shouldn’t be allowed to sing ‘Trouble’ if you’re gonna butcher it, I had to do what I had to do. And we didn’t almost crash Aus, we just slightly swerved too far right when I shut my eyes for a sec,” you defended yourself in the sassiest tone you could muster. 

“Well I hate to be the one to tell you this, but if that’s the criteria for singing the song then it might be the last time for you sweetheart,” He said looking you in the eyes before walking away to unlock the car. You rushed over to the passengers side and sat down before he got a chance to walk over and open the door for you. Austin scoffed dropping down into the drivers seat, starting the car. He watched as you crossed your arms over your chest letting out a huff.

“I’d like to see you try and do any better,” you replied to his previous comment with bitterness.

“I actually did, you can listen to it on Spotify,” Austin said matter-of-factly. Pulling away from your apartment complex he turned radio inserting a CD into the stereo skipping to a specific track. “Here baby, redeem yourself,” he nodded. You recognized the song right away by the intro of horns and drums.

“Oh, don’t get it twisted baby, it’s too late for you,” You told him turning off the stereo. You would only be accepting an apology in the form of his tongue on your clit. Of course he knew of your appreciation for him going down on you, and it had already been on his agenda for tonight but he decided to mentally note the importance of it. 

“Well, you know what they say, salty girlfriends don’t get ice cream after dinner,” He responded. You couldn’t help but let laughter erupt from the bottom of your throat. 

“Literally no one has ever said that in the history of the universe,” you said between laughs. You shook your head at his attempts to make a joke, it had made you laugh but more at him than with him. It was painful at times like these. You always squeezed your eyes as tight as they could close when his millennial was showing. 

“Actually, I just did so not no one.”

“Actually you suck.”

“Actually how does it feel to be able to dish it out but not take it,” he asked when you were stopped at a red light. His blue eyes bored into yours as if hypnotizing you into answering what you’d otherwise think was a rhetorical question. You didn’t let his evil tactics work on you, flashing a celebratory smirk as he looked away once the traffic light turned green. “Come on Y/N, it was a friendly roast,”Austin reasoned.

“A ‘friendly roast’ would be me making fun of your two year old shoes or telling you that you suck at playing Clue with me,” you began before he cut you off.

“Y/N, Clue was not meant to be a 2 player game,” he tried to continue before you cut him off right back.

“Well you’re the only one that plays with me, I don’t think my friends would like very much if I showed up to our next get together with Clue instead a 12 pack of 6 ounces,” you pouted. Austin reached over to cup your cheek.

“Well just know that I will always love you are your weird little interests,” he smiled.

“Good to know that you figured out we’re a package deal.” You were hands down one of the most interesting people Austin had ever met, but that was more the reason for him to love you like he did. Sure, every six months or so you’d find something obscure to strike your fancy, but it didn’t bother him. And then of course there were things that seemed more permanent like your love for the board game Clue or Taylor Swift. He was under the impression you’d just enjoyed her music until you dragged him to her Reputation tour and was compelled to buy you half of the merch stand. He realized he was extremely wrong as he witnessed you screaming every song (most of which he’d never heard before that night but would be hearing a lot more of in the next two years) at the top of your lungs. “That’s why you are my best friend,” you finished.

“Was I just friendzoned?” he asked moving his hand from your face to clutch his chest.

“You most certainly were,” you replied nodding sympathetically.

“That’s just cold Y/N, and after I was honest with you for a moment?”

“Sorry Aus, truth hurts,” you shrugged. The car pulled into the parking lot of In-N-Out Burger; your favorite restaurant. Were you dressed up in a pink dress and six inch high heels to eat fast food? Yes, but you were too focused on watch Austin get out of your car standing up tall next to you in a white button up shirt and black slacks. It made you groan at the fact that Austin was still taller than you even when you had an extra six inches of height. Austin knew it placing his elbow on your head as if it were an arm rest.

“So, you ready to go in?” He asked nonchalantly. You stormed off halfway to the restaurant before he caught up grabbing your waist. “Slow your role baby.”

“Yeah whatever,” you said grabbing his hand pulling him to the entrance. After spending 15 whole minutes in line to order your food Austin ordering for you as well as paying (of course) because no matter how many digs you took at each other you were always his princess. You got your food and proceeded over to a booth next to a window. Despite the two sides of the booth Austin opted to sit next to you instead of across. He loved watching you messily eat your food inevitably having some kind of sauce smeared all over your face by the end of the meal.

Austin made sure you were done eating before wiping your face off with the napkin he’d gotten for himself that he didn’t even need to use opposed to his several trips back up to the stand the extra napkins were kept for you. 

“Ice cream now?” you asked. Austin couldn’t help but smirk at the sparkle in your eyes at the thought of ice cream.

“Yes, ice cream now,” he answered getting up from the booth collecting all of the trash to throw out while also helping you up.

“Can I drive?” you asked in your sweetest voice. “Only to get ice cream then you can drive home,” you reasoned hanging off Austin’s shoulder. “Please please please.”

“Let me think,” he stopped for a second wiping his mouth pretending to be deep in thought. “How about no,” he said flatly not expecting you to sprint over to the car blocking the drivers side door before he could get there.

“How about yes or I’ll stay here all night and you won’t get this ridiculously sweet pussy later,” you fired back with determination. The determination soon turned into disappointment as Austin picked you up throwing you over his shoulder bringing you over to the other side and buckling you in. “That’s not fair!” you scoffed

“Checkmate,” he said smugly as he started the car. If he weren’t about to buy you ice cream he would have gotten an ear full. 

Your chocolate ice cream would have been more satisfying if you were the one that drove to get it, but it was still chocolate ice cream. And of course on top of devouring your dessert you had to have several licks of Austin’s. He chose strawberry (your second favorite) instead of mint chocolate chip (his actual favorite which also happened to be your least favorite) so that he could share.

“Thank you baby,” you said licking the drips of chocolate from the brim of your cone. You leaned over planting a chaste kiss on the height of his cheekbone. 

“Does this mean I’m going to score tonight?” He asked in a worrying manner.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re joking or not,” you said shuddering.

The ride home was accompanied by you belting out the words to Unchained Melody titling it your romantic gesture for Austin on Valentine’s. Austin loved it as mush as he would anything material, maybe even more due to it being fully and completely you. He knew that everything you gave him had always come from your heart and he was happy to take whatever you had to offer reciprocating the love he was granted. 

Arriving home, you finally let Austin open your car door for you, taking your hand as you exited the vehicle like a true gentlemen. Hand in hand you walked up to your apartment, a comfortable silence encompassing you both. Walking through the door you did not expect to be thrown over Austin’s shoulder and rushed to your shared bedroom to be slammed down onto the bed, Austin immediately crawling on top of you. 

Before you could get a word in Austin’s plush lips were on yours enclosing them in a needy kiss. You deepened the kiss, running your fingers through his sandy locks. Without coming up for air you felt Austin begin to lick your lips with his tongue before you grant him access. You shifted back father up the bed, lying down with open legs allowing Austin to crawl between them. As your tongues spent time tasting every crevice of each others mouths you began to grind your hips into his, the feeling of his chest pressed against yours causing wetness to collect in your panties. Austin groaned at your action, holding down your hips to prevent you from doing it again. 

He liked to keep you waiting, it was far less of a good time when you got what you truly wanted right away. You huffed in frustration as Austin moved his lips down to start peppering kisses along your jaw and neck spending extra time sucking the spot below your earlobe. You tried your best to buck your hips up free of his grasp but the efforts were only met with more pressure from his palm applied to your lower stomach. 

“Come on baby, need to feel you,” you pleaded running your hands down along his neck and shoulders. Your fingers began to play with the buttons of his shirt slowly releasing the button second from the top because of course he wore the shirt out with the top one unbuttoned just to drive you crazy. 

“Be a good girl and let me take my time with you,” Austin responded in a low whisper against your ear. “Want to make sure I love every inch of you,” he said reaching down to the bottom of your dress beginning to lift it up your body. You had removed his shirt as he removed your dress. Now almost completely bare in front of him. 

You took off your lacy bra quickly after craving to feel your bare chest against his. Austin let you press up against him for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your erect nipples brushing against his firm chest, before lowering you back onto the bed. In seconds his mouth was enclosed over one of your nipples sucking mercilessly, the other being pinch and twisted with his hand. 

“Such pretty tits, so lucky to have them all to myself,” Austin said. You let out a low moan as he removed his mouth blowing cool air onto your nipple now coated in his saliva. He then started kiss lower along you stomach until he reached the waistband of you white cotton panties decorated with pink trim and a bow. 

“Love these on you so much princess,” he breathed out before pulling them off. You shuddered at the fact of now being completely bare. “They make you seem so innocent, which we both now isn’t the case, right baby?” He asked taunting you. 

“Yes,” you responded lowly as Austin spread your legs apart.

“So beautiful, every part of you,” he stated beginning to kiss along the insides of your thighs. You clenched around nothing as he mouth grew closer to your center. His mouth ghosted over your heat, spreading the moment of anticipation too thin for you. You instinctively bucked your hips into his face eager for his mouth on you. “Now, good girls are patient and wait for what they will be given,” he said looking up at you. 

Whether or not what Austin had just said plagued more arousal to seep from your core (you’d be lying if you said it didn’t) you wanted him more than waiting was worth and he always made it worth it. “Enough talking and just lick my clit, please,” you let out causing a laugh to be let out of Austin’s lips.

“Well since you said please,” he reasoned finally closing his mouth over slick folds. His tongue danced between your folds sucking in every drop of wetness into his mouth, lapping and sucking over your clit just like you had requested. He tried the best he could to stimulate your bundle of nerves while reaching down and pushing a finger into your entrance. 

“Fuck baby,” you moaned out as he added another curling his fingers against your special spot. Austin continued sucking on your mound while massaging your g-spot occasionally scissoring his fingers apart, reveling in every moan and squeal he provoked from you. The bubble in your stomach only grew bigger with every passing second, finally exploding through your body. Your legs shook as your orgasm ran through you, Austin not once stopping or slowing his actions. 

Once you came down from your high you took a second to breath, placing your hands that where just gripping Austin’s scalp for dear life to grab his broad shoulders, pulling him to be eye level with you. Quickly you hooked your leg over his hips using your entire body weight to flip your position perching on top of his waist. You shuddered at the contact of his abs against your clit.

Austin’s eyes lit up as you moved further down his body. “My turn?” he asked enthusiastically.

“I guess so,” you said rolling your eyes, unbuttoning his pants pulling them down slowly along with his boxers. His erection sprung free against his stomach, the tip pulsating red. You began with little kitten licks collecting the glowing beads of precum along the slit. Austin grunted as you took the entire tip into your mouth. You could tell by the way his hands were firmly gripping your ass cheeks that he was fighting every urge in his body not to completely shove his entire dick down your throat. You took this to your advantage hollowing out your cheeks lowering your head slowly using your tongue to lick a stripe along the vein protruding from back of his cock. Soon the tip of your nose met his pelvis, trying your best to keep your breath steady so you wouldn’t start choking. Relaxing your throat your gaze directed up to Austin’s face and the way his eyes squeezed shut. You started bobbing your head, his tip hitting the back of your throat with each nod of your head. 

“Hurry up, want to fuck you,” he grunted. At this you let him start to thrusting his hips up into your mouth to speed up the process. “Feel so nice baby, doing so good for me.” As your tongue circled his tip he let out one last moan before hot spurts of cum filled your mouth warming your throat as you swallowed every last drop. “Top or bottom?” Austin asked you, you loved that he always made your comfort his biggest priority even if he was the one that wound up doing the majority of the work. 

“Wanna feel you on top of me,” you breathed out giving Austin the go ahead to lift you off of him sliding you further up the bed. You pulled him into a passionate kiss humming at the feeling of him running his tip through your wet cunt. He stopped at your entrance pushing in at a tantalizing pace, using his hand that wasn’t cupping one of your breasts to spread your legs wider. Bottoming out in you, you both let out synchronized moans full of want. You pulled his shoulders down to meet yours wrapping your arms around his neck as he began moving, deep and thorough with each thrust. Every time his chest brushed against yours stimulating your nipples your hiccuped low groans, your spine tingling. 

“Jesus Christ you are an actual angel because this is heavenly,” Austin exhaled into the shell of your ear. 

You giggled between heavy breaths. “Now is not the time for cheesy pick up lines Austin. There is absolutely no need you are literally fucking me right now,” You told him brushing his hair from his eyes to meet his gaze. You shared smiles as Austin reached down to hike your leg over his shoulder. Your back arched at this new angle, the knot in your stomach tightening. You slipped your hand between you bodies to rub your mound, kissing and sucking Austin’s neck in all the right spots as an effort to distract him from your other actions. 

“I don’t think so princess,” he said picking up on your actions immediately removing your hand from in between your legs resting it onto his back. “That’s my job,” he then added mimicking your previous movements.

“Thank you baby,” you said running your fingers along his spine. Your entire body began to shake as your high approached, feeling electricity run through your veins. “Gotta cum Aus,” you groaned pulling him closer.

“Me too princess,” Austin said keeping up with his steady thrust. You started meeting his hips half way greedy for your release. Soon enough something inside of you snapped sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. You felt as though your body was being lifted from the bed, your back arching through your orgasm. Austin’s movements staying fluid despite being seconds away from his finish. Still coming down from your high, you tried your best to keep at the same pace coaxing him toward his release. Letting out a deep breath you felt hot streaks of cum fill you up as you twirled Austin’s hair between your fingers adoringly. 

“You are unbelievable,” you told him turning onto your side pulling him close. You gripped his cheeks bringing his face toward yours peppering light kisses all over. 

“You’re making me blush, quit it,” he joked giggling. Your gaze fell onto his blue eyes and an idea sparked within your mind.

“I have one last surprise for my valentine,” you said getting up off of the bed walking over to the corner to grab the guitar resting on the stand in a slight limp. You cringed at the dripping feeling of his cum mixed with yours squishing and sticky between your thighs.

“What are you going to serenade me?” he asked, each wobble of your legs bringing him immense joy. 

“Something like that,” you chuckled evilly. Sitting back on the bed you placed the guitar over your knee. “This is a song called ‘Whatever My Love’, and I’d like to dedicate this to my boyfriend,” you said with a smile etched on your face. “Keep on loving me so sweetly like you do babe,” you added pointing at his figure folded over, his head in his hands. 

“I hate you so much,” Austin said between laughs, pulling the guitar from you hands and dragging you up to lay on top of him.

“And I love you too.”

[headfullofpresley]

𝐀 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: you can decide whatever era you want this to be in (can be modern!elvis too), strong language, smoking, elvis not liking dee, small mention of gladys, christmas eve without family, christmas eve party, not a 'traditional' christmas ig, drunk elvis, drunk shenanigans, small mention of sex.

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve, darlings! Hope y'all have a wonderful time where ever you are and whatever you're doing these holidays. 💗☃️

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It's the first Christmas Eve where it's just you, Elvis and your friends.

Dodger is spending the evening at Vernon and Dee's house, who decided to stay at home this time and would be coming over for Christmas the next day.

He doesn't say it, but Elvis is lowkey excited about this. This way, he could postpone seeing Dee for another day.

He decided to give everyone time off to spend time with their families and so on, so you two had been busy in the kitchen the whole day to prepare dinner.

He insisted on helping and while you thought it was sweet, it was mostly so he could get your praise when he didn't fuck up and boast about his cooking skills to the guys.

He was more skilled in the kitchen than you thought he would be and he was actually having fun with it.

His bordelaise sauce? Chef's kiss.

Now that he had to open a bottle of red wine for the sauce, he couldn't stop taking sips here and there because he's in the groove of cooking.

“Elvis, stop drinking that wine,”

“It’s opened and it won’t taste as good if it just sits there,”

“You know how you get when you’re wine drunk,” taking the bottle from him, you'd sneak a sip yourself and put the bottle aside.

He'd turn into a gossiping middle aged woman, talking everyone's ear off but when someone would give him a look or say something he didn't like, he could turn nasty.

You loved Elvis, but that's not the route you were planning to go on tonight.

Luckily, he hadn't had enough to even be tipsy so you made him a bloody mary to sip on while cooking instead.

Even though he didn't like to drink much, the both of you were planning to get drunk tonight since there wouldn't be any family around to tell you to calm down.

Getting ready together. Idk why but these are vibessss to me.

You'd help him shave, he'd help you style your hair because your arms would get numb.

“Red or pink?” you'd ask him, holding up two lipsticks in front of his face.

He wouldn't even hesitate to pick the pink one, because it fit the dress you were wearing.

“Let me put it on ya, yittle,”

 Makes you pucker your lips, kissing you over and over again before he finally decided to apply the lipstick to your lips.

Him choosing the perfume he likes most on you and sniffing you the entire time after you put it on.

He likes the fact that he's in all black and you're wearing a pink dress. Food for his eyes.

Before everyone arrives, you two stand by one of Gladys' framed pictures and say a prayer, talk to her about the things you have accomplished this year, etc.

You knew his mother when she was alive, so doing this with you was extra special to him.

In the span of a half hour, the house was rowdy and crowded with people.

Members of the Mafia, their wives and girlfriends, some cousins and their plus ones, some other friends.

Since you had a big group of friends, the both of you had decided that dinner would be kind of a "self serve" thing.

You made food to last for days and everyone was enjoying themselves and eating their tummy full, so you and Elvis deemed your time in the kitchen a success.

Secret Santa.

He made the person who picked your name weeks before trade with him, because even though he had bought you a few presents for Christmas day, he wanted to give you more.

You had done the exact same thing, because you loved spoiling him just as much.

He bought you a pair of heels you had been eye-ing for months along with some other things he knew you wanted.

You bought him a bracelet with both your initials engraved into it, cologne (the one you couldn't get enough off), some skincare products. To you, they were typical things but he loved everything you gave him.

After the gift exchange, one of the guys suggested to light fireworks.

Since none of them could wait until New Year's Eve, they all went outside to light a few, all giddy and excited like the children they were.

Most of the girls stayed in or close to the house, including you because the only thing you could handle were sparklers.

With one of Elvis' coats draped over your shoulders, you stood near the front door, drink in one hand and sparkler in the other.

You were having fun with the girls until these fuckers would start aiming those damn fireworks at each other.

You were used to it since this was one of their things and even though you could laugh at it, you were worried too.

“Elvis, please be careful!”

“Yes, baby, always am- you son of a bitch,”

 Red missed your boyfriend's head by an inch with one of the firework missiles, running for his life when Elvis came after him.

You knew he could handle himself out there, but you were relieved when they decided to leave the rest of the fireworks for NYE.

When they started a snowball fight, you and some other girls quickly got back in the house because you weren't about to freeze your ass even more than you already were.

The girls helped you clean the kitchen a little until the boys came back in.

He'd stick by your side most of the time but you allowed him to wander off now and then, talking to people and whatnot since you were doing the same.

The later it got and the more drinks were nursed, the longer he'd linger by your side when he found his way back to you.

He was getting more handsy too and when he wanted to dance, you knew the alcohol was doing its work.

Other people were dancing too and since you had a good few amounts of drinks in your system as well, you wouldn't deny him a dance.

Even if the songs would be upbeat ones, he'd keep you pressed against his chest firmly, his hand sneaking down to your ass now and then to give it a little squeeze.

Kissing you every chance he got. Like, full on making out and not caring that there were other people present.

Making home videos and taking pictures. He always wanted to be behind the camera, but would swing his arm over your shoulder to trap you into his side, blabbering into the camera about how much he loved you while filming the two of you.

The tape would probably come out horrible afterwards, but you knew he'd never get rid of it, because memories.

Would go around and make everyone do a little speech, making them say how much they loved his food and how great the party was.

You couldn't wait until he'd hear back his own drunken, slurred words so you could tease him with it.

You weren't much better, though. Telling your friends you loved them over and over and that you were going to give Elvis a handful of children.

Even though he was steadily getting more drunk, karate.

So, so, so much karate.

You had to barricate the Christmas tree with your body because Joe almost flew through it several times.

You decided to challenge your boyfriend and in his giggly state, he accepted.

“Gotta take those heels off first. Fuckin’ murder weapons,”

Laughing, you took your shoes off and threw them aside by the coffee table, mimicking his position.

Though before he could come at you, you pointed a finger at him.

“Do not throw me or anythin’, El, I swear!”

“Honey, this ain’t wrestlin’,”

He would already be laughing his ass off before even starting, but when you wanted to take advantage of him not looking your way, he caught you by surprise and wrapped his arms around your waist to tickle you instead.

More dancing.

Now you were the one almost flying through the tree because he'd spin you around like a rag doll, singing along to the music with his eyes closed.

Would randomly take two Christmas baubles out of the tree and hang them in the hoop earrings you were wearing - ofcourse he had to take pictures of that too.

Either has a cigar or cigarette hanging between his lips or fingertips most of the time because he smokes even more when he's intoxicated.

Makes you hold them when someone challenges him for a round of karate again or when he goes to use the bathroom. Would definitely pout when he came back to find you having smoked them.

Turned out you were better at handling your liquor than your boyfriend.

When he was laying on the ground by the tree and trying to sneak open random presents, you knew it was time to slowly let the party come to an end.

It was after three when the house was empty and even though you weren't exactly sober yourself, you felt the need to clean a majority of the dishes so you wouldn't have to do it tomorrow.

He'd call out to you that he was going to help, but he never got up, nor did he manage to open any presents.

Belting out random songs as he laid there on the ground, laughing excitedly when you'd sing along from the kitchen.

Did not help or whatsoever when you dragged him up the stairs, instead leaning his full weight on you.

You managed to get him in the bedroom though, a big grin on his face and his eyes tightly shut as he laid across the bed on his back.

His interest was peaked immediately when you took off his shoes and started undressing him.

“Are we gon' have sex?” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively as he'd sit up a little so you could take his shirt off.

“Baby, no, it’s late and we drank too much,”

Once his shirt was off, he would cup your face and try to messily kiss your lips as you giggled.

“But I want youuu,”

“You need to sleep so you won’t be exhausted tomorrow,”

“Psshhh, I ain’t never exhausted,”

He'd roll his eyes as he'd let himself fall back again, watching you unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down.

“You’re so hot in that dress and I wanna fuck you,”

He knew that when he would give you those bedroom eyes and bit his lip all sexy, you wouldn't be able to resist him.

Even in his drunk state, he still knew how to get what he wanted.

Because you gave it to him. How could you not when his cheeks were all flushed like that and he looked at you with those hungry eyes?

He didn't last long, but by the time you were finished, you were so tired that you didn't care.

The both of you passed out pretty much immediately after.

You were woken up by voices coming from downstairs and when you recognized one of them to belong to Vernon, you widened your eyes and woke up Elvis by frantically shaking his shoulder.

He was grumbling and cursing immediately, trying to push you away from him.

Holding up one of the baubles that he found in between the sheets, he'd give you a playful grin. “Baby, I know you’re an adventurous little one, but.. seriously?”

When you told him his father was already here, he wanted to vanish into thin air because his head was throbbing.

Despite the hangovers you both had to deal with, it wasn't anything some food and medicine couldn't fix.

Christmas day was fun, but he decided that he wanted more Christmas Eve's like the one the night before.

No stress, no stepmothers annoying him.

Just you, him and your closest friends.

[doll-elvis]

Hey I was wondering what did Arlene Cogan say about the sleepovers with Elvis, that they were fairly innocent right?

I was actually gonna make a post about this but this is a perfect opportunity to talk about it so thank you so much for asking 💗!!

so I’m about 3/4s through her book (“Elvis: this one’s for you by Arlene Cogan”) and the only explicit thing that has happened so far was the panty check that I posted the excerpt of earlier this week

Absolutely nothing physical has been described besides a few kisses/general affection like hugging and cuddling (also the girls never actually slept over, they were always driven home)

I am really getting the vibe that their relationship with Elvis was more brotherly/sisterly, in fact Elvis even told them he always wished he had a little sister. He was extremely protective of them and didn’t want them paying any attention to other guys (he wanted them all to himself and basically kept them like nuns 🤧)

They even got into a few petty arguments like brothers and sisters do but I really think Elvis enjoyed having these girls around him because it gave him an opportunity to be completely unguarded and just have innocent/childish fun, like swimming, going to the roller rink, playing with firecrackers and other mischievous things

Anita Wood was dating him at this time and tbh I think whenever he needed a break from her, he would go hang out with these girls to get away and that’s why he wanted them around so often👀

here’s a little song that Frances, Heidi and Arlene sung/wrote for Elvis right before he left for army training💀:

“Oh, we’re the girls of Graceland, And we don’t give a damn, We’re out to have a helluva time, And get into a jam, The hell with Pat Boyd, Anita Wood, too, If you don’t like our little song, To hell, to hell with you”

“Elvis rolled over laughing and clapping his hands. He loved it. The laughing calmed down a little and I noticed there were tears in his eyes. “God knows how much I am going to miss y’all,” he said, “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. I love you”

Though they were always with Elvis as a group I think they all had their own special relationship with him and it was all very sweet and innocent

also since this book is so hard to find and is so disgustingly expensive, I’m gonna be working on scanning the book and posting it as a pdf so everyone can read it !! (don’t worry it will be for free, I’m not charging people like that one girl did for the Kathy book smh👀)

sorry but I love these quotes 😩

“Honey, what you’ve got to realize is that I’m a human being just like everybody else. I want you to treat me like you would anyone else”

“Love me”, he said, “but don’t worship me. I’m not a God”

I think that is what Elvis wanted out of every woman he was with 😭 like how he told Larry Geller he could never know if a woman loved him for who he was or if they only loved Elvis, the performer/star

[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd pt. 10

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on your annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International. Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Some fluff? Just a little, cussing, SMUTTT, oral sex, daddy kink, teasing/ tension, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 3.4K

A/N: Hello everyone! I had to get out this next part out quick for you guys to find out about readers true feelings. 🤭 This fic is coming to its end very soon but I’m so glad you’ve been liking this journey! This has been so much fun to write and hear your reactions! Enjoy! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think!💗

You search in his eyes, looking for the slightest waiver of truth. But there is not an ounce of dishonesty within his heart. Your fingers intertwine in his hair and you gently caress him, feeling time and space stand still for you.

“I love you too. I love you so much,” you say sweetly. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

He lets out a relieved sigh and goes in to kiss you. You feel his lips turn into a smile each time he kisses you until he finally breaks away with giddy laughter.

“Oh god, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” he admits.

You smile sweetly at him, feeling your heart soar because of the look he’s giving you.

He moves up on the bed and beckons you to come and cuddle with him under the blankets. You lay your head down on his chest, your ear right over his heart, hearing the melodious rhythm of it singing for you and only you. You now know this to be true with those beautiful three words that slipped out of his mouth.

You glide your hand over his chest, letting the soft little hairs prickle your fingertips and hearing him hum in contentment. Before you know it, your eyes start to become heavy, and feel the blanket of sleep start to come over you.

*

Your eyes start to flutter open but the warmth of Elvis’ body makes you paralyzed to his side. You drink in the closeness of his body and how good it feels to have his arms wrapped around your torso. You don’t want to leave from this bed and just selfishly keep him in this room forever.

Elvis starts to stir and you feel him stretch his long legs out before bringing them back into your body and fitting into you like a puzzle piece.

His hands rub your stomach softly and nuzzles your ear with his nose.

“What’s my baby doing up,” he slurs sleepily.

You reopen your eyes, surprised he could sense you were up. You intertwine your fingers with his that lay on your stomach and make him squeeze you tighter.

“I’m not up. I’m not leaving this room,” you grumble.

He lets out a snicker and places a kiss on your earlobe.

“That sounds great to me honey,” he assures giving you a tighter squeeze.

You both lay there syncopating your breathing with one another and enjoy the closeness. You can’t help but wonder where you going to go next.

Are you going to stay here and look for new jobs? Visit each other every weekend? Find a job in Memphis?

You know his love for you was unwavering now and things will work out for the best. No matter what, your path was with Elvis and you couldn’t imagine anyone else next to you. Your dream scared the living hell out of you and tried to push it far out of your mind.

Both of you touch each other, feeling every inch of skin and how it responds to your touch. He kisses down your neck to your shoulders, leaving wet marks on you.

“I know you said you wanted to stay in bed all day but did want to take a shower with me? Then we can get back into bed. I want to pamper my baby all day,” He says softly. You can’t help but smile and turn to look at his tussled hair and gorgeous blue eyes staring at you with love.

You nod your head, “that sounds wonderful,” you hum.

“Okay stay here while I get the water going,” he says, kissing you before leaving the bed.

You look over at the clock and it’s already 2 p.m. Time didn’t feel real with Elvis, he controlled the way time moved and for all you knew, it could have been 8 p.m., and wouldn’t have cared. It was just you two floating through time and space.

Elvis comes from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, making him look more irresistible somehow, and smiles at you.

“I’m ready when you are,” he says sweetly.

You get out of bed, and cover your breasts with your hand and forearm. He chuckles at you trying to be modest and lightly spanks your ass when you walk by him. You yelp and flash him a sly smirk.

You step into the shower and feel the hot water tickle your skin. It’s the perfect temperature, just how you like it. You step closer to the shower head to get the water on your face when you feel Elvis behind you and he shuts the glass shower door. You cup your hands together to wash your face and pull back the hair falling on your forehead. You feel his hands in your hair, massaging your scalp, letting the water run down you.

You turn around to face him, his eyes were soft and gentle, as he has his hands in your hair. He grabs a bottle of shampoo on the side of you and squeezes a bit into the palm of his hand. He moves you around to where the water splashes his back and blocks you from it. He turns you around again and starts to rub in the shampoo, using his thumbs to keep a nice pressure on the back of your head. You let out a pleased sigh, loving the feeling of his hands in your hair.

He has you switch sides with him again to rinse your hair and puts the conditioner in next and repeats the process.

His hands roam over your body slowly and sensually. He takes his time and you don’t mind the agonizing touches he gives you. How his fingertips graze your nipples as he washes your body, lathering the soap all over making you smell sweet. How he bends down to wash your legs, spreading them apart, and pressing his soft lips to your velvety folds.

He stands back up and goes behind you, pressing you against him, his cock resting heavy against your ass as he wipes the soap off your body. You’re not in a rush for him to do anything to you, you’re just enjoying the soft intimate moment he has created here in the shower with you.

“My turn to pamper you,” you say cutely, turning to face him and brush his wet hair off of his forehead. He nods his head and watches your every move. He crouches down for you to wash his hair and he has a pleased grin on his face the entire time you have your hands in his thick gorgeous hair.

You reach for the washcloth and rub enough soap on it to lather his body. You take your time, making sure to get every inch of his lean body.

He places his hands on your hips while you wash his chest and his lightly sculpted arms. Your hands reach lower and gently fondle him in the cloth. He doesn’t make a sound and continues to watch you. You sink to your knees and see his cock starting to get hard. You rub his legs and look up at him longingly.

“Turn around,” you say.

He listens and rinses off the soap on the front of his body. You stand up, lathering his back down to his perfect ass, placing soft kisses on his shoulder blades. You place the washcloth back on the bar and turn him around to you once more.

You kneel down and see his cock fully hard in front of you. Just the sight of him has you throbbing. You wrap your hand around the middle of the shaft and pull back his foreskin. Your tongue eagerly licks the sensitive head and he groans. You flatten your tongue against him, licking more of him like he taught you. He places his hand on the tile wall above his head, groaning with pleasure. You open your mouth wider, taking more of his length until it hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck Mama,” he moans, “who taught you to do that?” He says smugly.

You hum softly with him in your mouth and continue to suck and lick as much of him as you can fit into your mouth.

His hips move slightly with each movement you make, trying to be controlled. You look up at him and see him biting his lip watching you suck him off. He reaches behind him and shuts the water off. He gently pulls out of your mouth and picks you up off your knees.

He slides the shower door open and grabs the towel hanging on the rack, wrapping it around your shoulders to keep you warm. He grabs the other towel and wipes his face and torso dry before wrapping it around his waist. You step out of the shower and onto the plush mat on the floor in front of the shower and the sinks.

You watch Elvis come behind you in the mirror and brush his wet hair away from his face. He wraps his arms around your waist, placing kisses on your head.

“I love you,” He whispers, looking at your eyes in the mirror.

You grin, “I love you too.”

He moves his hands to the top of your towel at your chest and slowly tugs it away. He stares at your naked body’s reflection and rubs his hands along the curve of your hips up to your full breasts, caressing them in his hands.

He leans down and nuzzles his nose behind your ear, “I love you. I love all of you,” he murmurs. You lean back into him more, reaching around to pull the towel off of his slender hips. His hard length feels warm, resting on your ass and you feel your wetness begin to pool.

“I love all of you too baby,” you coo softly.

His hands carefully squeeze your breasts, applying the right amount of pressure to cause pleasure to radiate through you. He slides one of his hands down your body to reach your sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubs it in tender circles, watching you through the mirror as pleasure flows through your body.

“You’re so perfect,” he says in awe.

You lock eyes with him and he keeps you there, whatever power of magnetism he possesses makes you unable to look away from his gaze.

“Baby?…” he says unsure.

“Y-yes,” you whimper out.

“Can I teach you something…” he quips, his fingers continuing to rub your clit at a slow pace. You feel the coil in your belly get tighter by the second and you try to control your breathing.

“Yes of course,” you say quietly, “what did you want to teach me?”

“Well, I like to watch myself fuck you in the mirror,” he alludes.

You let out a little chuckle hearing him admit this.

“Oh, I know honey. I’ve known that,” you tease.

He grins at you devilishly.

“Well, I’d like to try something. I want you to call me daddy when I fuck you,” he says low.

The throbbing in your core increases with the sound of his words.

It’s so dirty, so naughty, it shouldn’t be spoken from your lips. But there’s something so delicious about the way it sounds being said to him.

Your breathing starts to pick up as you feel him push his cock on your ass. He nips at the sensitive flesh on your neck, leaving behind a red mark.

“You think you can do that? Can you let your daddy fuck you right?” He says low.

Your breathing starts to hitch and your core involuntarily clenches at the way he says the word. Like that word was made for him. You moan softly in agreement and he pushes your body over the countertop. The cold marble makes you shiver and you rest your forearms there.

He pushes your hips back and you feel his tip rest up on your folds. He runs his hands along your hips, squeezing them. You meet his gaze in the mirror, his eyes soft but still aflame. There’s a different sensuality to him, like he doesn’t feel the need to rush or prove anything. For the first time, it feels like he’s trying to enjoy the moment.

He pushes his cock through your folds, coating him in your wetness. You let out a soft sigh as he does this, helping you get some needed relief from your throbbing.

“I need you honey,” he whispers, lining his tip to your entrance.

You nod your head at him, “take what you want baby.”

Elvis carefully sinks his length inside your tight entrance, bottoming out and holding his hips still, watching your face grow into shock and pleasure. You look at him in the mirror, watching his face become delighted with the sensations running through him as he's inside of you.

He moves in agonizingly slow, and long thrusts, making you want to fall apart already. You’re completely at your mercy with his hands tight on your hips. He starts to moan, moving faster, feeling your slick become increasingly abundant.

“How does this feel baby girl,” he coos in your ear, his hips continuing to roll softly and controlled, hitting all the right spots.

You moan softly, “mmm it’s feeling so good,” Your breathing becomes raspy and shallow the more he moves.

He slides down one of his hands to your clit, working you up to orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head and you squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a suppressed moan. You start to drive your hips back, wanting to fall apart and have him fuck you harder.

He lets out a soft chuckle, as he sees you become more desperate.

“What does my baby need?” He coos, pulling his length out of you waiting for your response.

You whine with your head down, so close to your release your walls need him back inside you. You try to drive your hips back again, needing the contact with him on you. He stops touching your clit and places his hand back on your hips, stilling you.

“You need to use your words baby. What do you need,” he growls, his voice full of temptation. You don’t answer him, you’re in too much agony to form coherent words. Your eyes pop back open once you feel his hand gather your hair in a tight grip, wrapped around his palm.

You let out a yelp and look at his blazing eyes in the mirror, commanding you to answer him.

“I-I need to cum,” you say breathlessly. A switch flips on in your brain and you know what he wants to hear and will get him to listen.

“I need you to fuck me harder, daddy,” you cry.

He pulls at your hair again and lets out a gutteral groan hearing that word come from your lips.

“Yes honey, daddy is gonna make you cum so much,” he teases.

He pushes his cock back inside you making you cry out with pleasure, bucking his hips harder into you, hitting the spot that sends you to another stratosphere.

The echo of both of your groans fill the bathroom and it doesn’t take too long for you to get to the edge and feel your walls start to flutter around him. You keep your eyes locked on him, watching him become drunk on you. Watching how his cock gets buried inside your tight pussy and pulling it out, coming out wetter than before. The veins in his arm protrude out that’s holding your hair firmly and his mouth open, panting as he fucks you harder with each trust. He looks too good like this, you get why he wants to watch himself.

“Ahh… oh fuck daddy,” you moan out. He groans louder at your words, feeling you’re about to come undone any second now.

“Fuck, baby girl you’re doing so good. Time to cum all over daddy’s cock now,” he says as he snaps his hips into you, making you scream his name and see stars flash before your eyes. Your walls squeeze him and he groans heavily, not being able to keep this pace much longer.

Your orgasm runs through your body, hitting every inch of you that makes it feel incredible. Your watch as his eyebrows furrow and he grunts more, cussing under his breath.

He grunts loudly and you feel him cumming deep inside you, covering your walls in him. He pumps his thick seed into you and the feeling is overwhelming. It feels like there’s so much inside of you, filling you up and making you his.

“Oh god, daddy that feels so good,” you gasp, your eyes pleading for him in the mirror.

He smirks at you and his thrusts become slower, more controlled again. He loosens the grip on your hair and runs his hand along the curve of your back. You feel exhausted and your legs begin to waiver. Elvis senses this and carefully pulls out of you. He turns you around and picks you up onto the countertop and rests you there. His thumb glides through your swollen folds, rubbing your arousals together.

“Fuck that was… I’ll never get tired of hearing you call me daddy,” he admits.

Your cheeks redden and bite the inside of your cheeks.

“Yeah I think you unlocked something new in my brain. I liked it way too much,” you tease and he leans in to kiss your lips.

Love pours out of him with these kisses, something that you know you’ll never get enough of.

He grabs a fresh wash cloth and wets it with warm water, cleaning the slick off of your inner thighs and folds.

“We can take another shower together later,” he teases and looks at you cutely.

You step down off the counter and he quickly pulls you into his arms. He holds you tight to his chest, hearing his heartbeat melodiously.

You hear him hum contently and catch a glimpse of you two embracing in the mirror, pressed into each other. Completing one another.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you too,” he says, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You both go back into the bedroom and get under the blankets and sink into the cozy bed.

The silence between you two doesn’t make you anxious anymore, you like it. You welcome the quiet and can feel the love running through you both.

Elvis suddenly starts to hum an unknown tune softly and runs his fingers through your hair. He keeps humming it and you finally look up in bewilderment.

“What are you singing dear?” You ask.

“Just something new the band and I are working on. I go back to Vegas in August and need some new songs.”

“That’s great honey. Can I ask what song you’re working on?” You say inquisitively.

“When they first presented this song to me in the beginning of the year, I wasn’t really a fan. Couldn’t connect with it. And that’s the thing with me. If I don’t connect with the song, it’s not going to sound right, it’ll lack soul. So I pushed it off and didn’t perform it at those shows in February. But now I see it differently,” he says lovingly.

“It’s called ‘I Just Can’t Help Believing’.”

“I’d love to hear it sometime, when you’re ready,” you say sweetly.

“Mhmm, absolutely honey. I think you’ll love it.” He gets quiet for a moment in thought.

“There’s been something else on my mind,” he alludes.

“What is it Elvis?”

“I’m not sure what you’re doing the rest of the summer but, I had a question for you,” he pauses to sit up and look at you.

“Did you want to stay at Graceland for the summer? I’d love to spend this time with you and be with you as you start this new chapter of your life,” he says gently.

You get taken by surprise, you weren't expecting him to ask you to move in with him so soon, but this is Elvis, you never can anticipate anything from this man. Everything in your heart is screaming to say yes. You take a second to think about it rationally and it doesn’t sound like a bad idea to take a few months off before finding a good job for yourself. You had worked yourself to the bone and taking some time off to regroup might be the healthiest thing to do for yourself.

You sit up with him and take his hand in yours,

“Do I get to have my own horse and everything?” You tease gleefully.

“Anything you want. Anything for my bestest girl.”

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For Mccall (@blainesebastian ) the birthday angel today. ❤️🥳🎊💗 adore you dearly!

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enews Ladies and gentlemen, today we gather to celebrate the birth of this lovely gal! She first came into our lives after she began publicly dating Austin in 2020 during the filming of Elvis. Since then she has made her way to the hearts of America through her amazing story telling and kindness. Click the link in our bio for a throwback of our love story with the Pisces Queen

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jillian.mua QUEEN SHE IS 💗🎊 DAS MY BESTIE

coffeegirl you’re ridiculous and I love you 😘 loads of thanks to everyone at E!

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jillian.mua when people ask why elvis set will always be my favorite it is because it’s where I met my bestest friend. thank you for being as weird as me and always having a smile on your face 🎊🥳 and also, much love for cooking up luc for me i adore that child. love ya birthday girl!!! (drinks tonite?)

austinbutler You do know Luci isn’t yours right?

jillian.mua get out of my comment section

bazluhrmann I not only take credit for Austin and her, I take credit for this duo too. Happy birthday beautiful girl!

catherinemartindesigns Darling, you literally had nothing to do with it. 🙄

oliviadejonge happy birthday babe @coffeegirl! when’s our girls night?! 🌹 🎉

florencepugh two pretty best friends 🥰

chrisevans happiest of birthdays to the best leader a cast and crew could ask for 💙🎊

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abutlernews she’s so famous and loved now 😭 a chris evans birthday shout out!

chrislover12 why didn’t chris post that other picture huh … we all know what picture

austinelvisfan austin it’s your competition again

sydneystan her and austin are literally happily in love and have luci i’m sure austin trusts her

ccgupdates no drama on her birthday please! happy birthday to my comfort person!

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iamsebastianstan Fun Fact: she was our coffee girl first (sorry @austinbutler) way back when and now it is a delight to witness her dreams coming true! Happy birthday to you 🎂

dannylewis who the hell doesn’t love her?! she’s so popular !

ccgupdates WE STAY WINNING CCG NATION!!

coffeegirl I seem to remember you always needing Advil and water in the mornings not coffee …. Thank you Seb!!!

daisyedgarjones Happy birthday beautiful! 💗

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livwholikestv happy birthday lovely girl! have a special day, hope @austinbutler is spoiling you rotten 🎂💗

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stylespresleyhearted my favorite duo ❤️

ccgupdates these girls have the loveliest friendship 🥺 liv is always so supportive!

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anthonymackie The Big Homie and the best leader on set! Happy birthday ❤️

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chrisevans But we all know I was the favorite

tomholland Happy birthday to you !!! 🎁🎉

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stylespresleyhearted happy birthday to the kindest friend a girl could have! stay gorgeous, the world is lucky to have ya 💗🎉

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austinbutler Happy birthday to the best mother, the best wife, my best friend, and my favorite person all rolled into one. Me and Luc are lucky to have you. ❤️

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austinnews OMG HE BEOKE THE INTERNET!!

weloveluci HE IS SO IN LOVE AND HE SHARED A PICTURE OF LUCI !!!

tomhardy Happy birthday from the Hardy family love !

zendaya Happy birthday gorgeous girl 🎊😌

tchalamet I ship it so hard

ashleybee I always wanted a sister and then you came along 💗🎊 can’t wait to celebrate with you! And tell Luci her favorite auntie Ash is en route !

coffeegirl Thank you 😭 you’re the best sister anyone could hope for! Oh gosh commence Luci refusing to sleep until you land

austinbutler For the sake of sleep lets not inform lil dino until Ash arrives

jillian.mua love on her endlessly and spoil her rotten Butler she deserves nothing less

austinbutler Today and everyday.

coffeegirl You big sap. I love you so much.

ashleytisdale Happy birthday tenth removed cousin in law! ❤️ The French family loves you, so grateful you came into my best friend’s life!

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ccgupdates from @stylespresleyhearted instagram story 😭 looks like she and @livwholikestv planned a surprised party while @austinbutler distracted her with a dinner date. (HD photos to come.) I love this group so much !

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elvis4ever did you see jillian’s story?! luci blew out her mommy’s candles 😭

burninlove13 did you watch Ashley’s story first? Austin told Luci “those are for mommy baby” and she said “no thank you” 😭 her famous catch phrase

austinelvisfan was it our birthday today? we were fed

presleyupdates On top of making me love Elvis, Austin also made me fall in love with him, his wife, his child, and their entire friend group. I wish I was in their life so bad.

sharonbleu I pretend I know them. It gives me comfort.

As it was stated in the beginning, HAPPIEST OF HAPPIEST OF HAPPIEST BIRTHDAYS TO THE CREATOR OF OUR BELOVED CCG UNIVERSE, THE KINDEST SOUL, MY WELCOME COMMITTEE TO THE AUSTIN FANDOM, I FEEL LUCKY TO CONSIDER YOU A FRIEND EVEN IF ITS ONLY ONLINE ❤️🎊🎂🎉 You are extremely talented (as if you don’t know already) and bless us with greatness, I can never thank you enough for always replying to my messages and letting me fan girl hard over your writing pieces without a single complaint. You’re an amazing person Mccall and I hope you stick with us (as in this Austin fandom) for a long time because I’d be lost without you. My only regret is that I couldn’t make this post longer, I’m only allowed ten pictures per post. Also a huge thank you and shout to @livwholikestv who never shies away from sharing her ccg love and who allowed me to use her to send you a little birthday message. I love you, appreciate you, may 32 be even better 🥳

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Fireside - A Pink Scarf Universe Story 💗🧣💗

A/N: Apparently, I am not able to stay too far away from our darlin' Reader and Elvis, no matter how hard I try! I just love them too much. So, here is a sexy little blurb taking place in February 1970. I hope you enjoy, and maybe if this gets enough likes and traction, I'll release more and grow the "Pink Scarf Universe" lol, who knows?

If you haven't read Pink Scarf, read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist (though honestly you could probably read this without knowing their story it just won't be as fun for you without the background info 😂).

I will also say this isn't as heavily edited and revised as PS, but hopefully it's still readable...

TW: MINORS DNI 18+ SEXX. PS Daddy E is back! The usual filth with these two. Fluff. A tinge of angst at the beginning. 😏

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Fireside

Graceland, Late February 1970

Shivering as you make your way across the lawn, you pull your arms across your coat in tight, feeling a bit insolent and annoyed that you even have to trudge out here in the middle of the night. But Elvis had insisted, in that spontaneous way of his, that he must have a campfire tonight, of all nights, even though they all had just returned from his second engagement in Las Vegas and were all beat to hell with exhaustion. So, he and the guys had all tasked at building what you considered to be a too large and dangerous fire in out on the back lawn.

Perhaps you might be feeling more understanding if you hadn’t just spent two weeks away from him—the longest amount of time you’d been apart since August. You’d been sent home early after catching the monster flu that had been going around, which had turned quickly into a terrible bout of bronchitis. The desert air had done you no favors, and Elvis, along with the doctor, had sent you home to Memphis despite your protests. You were furious because Elvis, too, had caught the flu, but in that stubborn way of his had insisted on performing through it like an insane person.

“All these folks paid good money and flew in from all over to come see me, Satnin. I ain’t gonna disappoint them,” he’d said to you as you both coughed and raged with fever.

You were so mad he’d sent you home during your first engagement as one of his back-up singers that you were still stung by it. But you were also finding yourself increasingly needy for him along with your moodiness.

Which is why you find yourself out in the cold, sniffling, desperate for your fiancé to come inside and shower you with attention instead of living it up out in the cold with the guys he just spent a solid month with.

Your grumpiness is fueled as you approach the roaring flames and spot Elvis in his low Adirondack chair, laughing it up with the guys. You don’t like the feeling of jealousy that creeps over you at his attention being pulled away from you by these men. It’s silly, you know, just as you know it’s part of the package. Elvis’ light and charisma demands attention whether he means it to or not but having been away from him the past few weeks made you miss him in a way you haven’t felt before.

Part of you can’t escape how handsome he looks in the firelight, his smile wide and crinkling his lovely blue eyes. And that damn laugh of his is so contagious and musical that it almost—almost—pulls you out of your funk.

That tether between you has been pulled tight for too long and yanks you towards him out here in the cold. You stand over him sullenly for a moment until he raises those soulful eyes up to yours.

“Why ain’t you in bed, Satnin? You shouldn’t be out here. You’ll catch another chill,” Elvis says in what to him is a caring way yet to you feels almost dismissive. But he must see the needy look in your eyes and the tears brimming there because his voice softens and he adds, “Come ‘ere then,” and lifts the heavy blanket over his legs. A sense of deep relief falls over you as you slide sideways into his lap, throwing your legs across his, his warmth cocooning you. He pulls the heavy blanket up over you both and you snuggle into his chest.

Yes, this is what you need, you think, collapsing into him, his spicy familiar scent enveloping you, the heat of his body burning into yours. One arm circles around your back and his other hand rests on your thigh, pulling you ever closer. God, you missed this. You missed him. To think you spent so many years near him but without him… No wonder your brain concealed so much from you for so long—this yearning you feel is nearly unbearable and he is already yours.

You sigh into his neck, and he presses his chin down to look at you. “What’s wrong, baby?” he whispers in your ear, his hand slipping under your coat to rub comforting circles at your waist. His slender fingers are cold, but you don’t care in the least.

“Missed you,” is all you can eek out in your sensitive, tearful state, your hand clutching at the front of his coat.

“Aww, darlin’, I’m right here,” he says, kissing the top of your head, then pressing his fire-warmed cheek to your cool one.

You can’t help but pout, your mood worn from weeks of being sick and without him to comfort you. It’s not like you to act this way—for years you built a stoic shell around yourself to cope with Jack being gone all the time—but Elvis managed to break that shell into pieces last summer. Since then, you’ve found yourself feeling every little thing and unable to hide it from him. Perhaps it is because he is so finely tuned into you that he just knows when something is off, but you can’t seem to hide things from him even when you’ve tried.

“Mhm,” Elvis tuts in your ear, “you’re still sore that I sent you home, ain’tcha? I’m not gonna be sorry about that, honey. You were too sick and the doc was right—that Vegas air was doin’ you no good.” He shakes his head.

You huff stubbornly and bury your head into his long neck. Of course, logically, you know they were right to send you back, but you are still upset and not just about that. You can’t seem to voice exactly what you are mad about, only realizing that you are annoyed and sad and small and needy in a way you’ve never been before. And this overwhelm seems to steal your ability to express any of those emotions in words. You’re not sure what exactly you need, other than being as close as possible to the man you love.

“Oh, don’t you be obstinate, now,” Elvis warns quietly, the slightest edge of temper in his voice. Your only response is to cling to him harder, to nuzzle yourself further into the warmth that emanates off him.

He says nothing for a moment, staring into the fire, but you can sense the gears turning behind those pretty, worn eyes. Finally, he seems to come to some conclusion because his countenance shifts and he forces your chin out of his neck with his finger so he can look you in the eyes.

“Is all this because you need Daddy to take care of you?” he asks quietly, firmly. His voice is low and rumbles right down to your toes, the words setting every one of your nerves on fire along the way.

A whimper escapes your lips. You are suddenly grateful for the inky darkness of the winter’s night, at the heat of the fire, because they conceal the blush that suddenly blotches your cheeks as Elvis stares deeply into your eyes. The gaze has you squirming to get off his lap and you want to pull him into the house where you need him, but his large hands clamp down firm.

“Be still,” he commands sternly, but only loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart is galloping at the implication of those two little words.

“Now are ya gonna be a good, quiet little girl for me?” Elvis asks, his hand gripping your chin so you have to look at him. His face is the picture of controlled calm—it’s only the flames dancing in his darkening eyes that gives him away.

You hadn’t realized just how badly you needed him to take control until this very moment.

You manage to nod solemnly as all the blood in your body seems to rush into your core. You don’t know what he has in store for you, but the fact that he is not making any attempt to leave the company of the men surrounding you makes you nervous (and maybe a little intrigued).              

Elvis releases your chin and pulls the heavy blanket up over your shoulders, encouraging you to snuggle back into him by tightening his hand around your waist. The warm wool now covers you both from head to toe, and it is only then that you start to glean why that might be important.

You rest your head on his collarbone, waiting with bated breath, feeling the slow, steady beat of his heart begin to quicken under your hand as you slip it into his coat. You’re unable to help the impulse to place a fluttering kiss at the pulse point on his elegant long neck, and his lip curls up in response. Before long, he begins drawing small circles with his fingertips up the inside of your thigh, and when reaching the hem of your dress, he slips under without compunction. You stiffen as he continues, unhurried, up, up, up until he reaches your panty line.

Your eyes widen and you wonder if Elvis is really going to do this with all the guys around. It’s bold, even for him, even with the blanket tenting and concealing his movements. A snake of apprehension in your gut is overrun by the thrill of the risk. The conversation around the fire flows on without either of you, and the crackle of the flames conceals a lot, and for that you are grateful.

The light brush of his fingers over the cotton of your panties makes you jump despite yourself, and in response, Elvis grips your waist hard, stilling you.

“Be good,” he orders through clenched teeth, “or I’m gonna stop and leave you to fend for yourself. Or maybe I oughta pull this blanket off and let the guys enjoy the show.” His lip quivers up slyly at that.

The threat stills you either way.

Elvis chuckles darkly. His fingers resume their teasing, dancing over the cotton at your core delightfully as you attempt to stay as still and quiet as possible. He is maddeningly patient, doing this until you can feel the throb of your pulse blossoming between your thighs, and it has you oh-so-quietly panting into his neck. But it’s not until he feels the fabric dampen under his touch that he finally slides his naughty, slender finger underneath, grazing through your slick and up to your sensitive bud, forcing you to bite down to keep from keening loudly.

Fuck, you’ve missed him.

By now, he knows how to play you like an instrument, his instrument, knowing exactly how much pressure to use as he circles your clit again and again, enough to get you sufficiently worked up. His casualness suggests he has all the time in the world while you’re sitting in his lap beginning to shudder from the pleasure coiling low in your belly.

Occasionally, he’ll stop, just to listen to your desperate breathlessness, your carnal wanting of him quelled by trying to be a quiet, good girl like you promised. A hint of a smirk plays on his face, making you want to crush your mouth to his or slap him for his teasing. Instead, you settle for clawing at his shirt.

The wetness that gathers between your legs has your panties soaked and sticking to you now, which might be embarrassing except for the fact that you are so damn needy for him, you couldn’t care less about your ruined underwear. Elvis discovers this fact as he finally dips lower, running the length of his finger back and forth through your sopping, swollen folds, taking his sweet damn time.

You tense. You are nearly ready to come undone just from his teasing, but you know that’s not what he wants. That’s not the game he’s playing. You raise your head from his chest just long enough to give him a pleading look.

He's doing a decent job of keeping his handsome features neutral, looking to a casual observer as though he is following the conversation around the fire and not driving you to madness under the blanket. But knowing him as you do, you can see the tiny giveaways that he, too, is flustered: the way his nostrils flare with his increased breathing rate, how his brilliant blues gleam with arousal, the way his plump lips part when he finally presses his middle finger deep into you.

Your wetness devours him readily. To hide the gasp and roaring flush on your cheeks, you pull the blanket up even farther. You clutch at his chest and your nails scrape his skin. After a few agonizing minutes, there’s no helping the instinct to grind your hips against his hand, wanting him deeper, wanting to consume him.

But while he smirks and is pleased with your desperation, he also will not relinquish control. He stills completely, one hand gripping your waist hard as a reminder of who is in charge. Your warm, wet heat clenches around his finger.

“Be good and stop squirmin’, little one,” he whispers low in your ear, “and maybe Daddy will keep finger fuckin’ you ‘till ya come.”

You stop moving but whine in response to those dirty words coming from his perfect pouty mouth—you just can’t help it—but it’s so quiet he can barely hear you. Your reward is another finger sliding deep into your heat. He picks up the pace in an unforgiving way. Gasping, you bite your lip when he curves those fingers just so, hitting that spot deep inside that is only his.

The blanket barely moves, and you have no idea what magic he is using to keep things so incognito, especially considering he naturally has so much energy that his limbs are usually vibrating uncontrollably. You still feel completely on display, though, especially when the pad of his thumb begins massaging your bud in time with his expert fingers pumping in and out of you.

I’m going to come undone, right here, in front of all the guys, you think in horror. You have no clue how you are going to keep quiet and still and good if that happens. Panic begins to build behind your arousal because you just know that coil is going to burst and you’ll cry out in ecstasy any second now (but a dark part of you is even more aroused by the scandalous nature of it all).

Elvis must sense the change in you because he edges you right up to the point of no return but not over. He halts his ministrations. You clutch desperately at his expensive shirt, certain you are going to shred it to pieces by the time this little game of his is through. Your heart pounds hard and fast against your ribcage, in time with his, and you wait to see what he has in store for you next. Because even though a part of you is embarrassed by this game, you are drinking in every drop of attention, relishing his command over you, needy for every morsel he deems to give you.

He’s considering his next move, you think, by the way his eyes narrow slightly and his grip on you shifts. When he pulls his fingers out of you, you almost moan for the loss of them, but catch yourself at the last second. Brazenly, he wipes his sticky fingers down your inner thigh, his eyes dancing with amusement as he does so.

You gape at him. He can’t be finished, you think dismally. He can’t leave me like this.

No, you don’t think so, not with the way you can feel his hardened length pressing into your hamstring.

He kisses your temple sweetly. “Now listen carefully, little girl: Imma need you to shift onto one of Daddy’s legs for a second. Nice and slow now, don’t call attention to it. And hold those ruined panties of yours to the side. I wanna feel that pretty little kitty weepin’ for me,” he rumbles in your ear.

Oh my goddd... The urge to moan long and loud fills you but you just nod instead.

You follow his directions and move your weight so one of his lean, muscled thighs is between yours. The rough fabric of his pants scrapes your bare pussy as he bounces his leg a few times, sending a cascaded of shivers into your belly. His pants will need to be dry cleaned for the soaking spot you’re leaving there, and part of you feels a sense of pride to be marking him in such a way. Mine.

Holding the blanket up to your shoulders dutifully, you stare at the golden flames licking into the air in front of you. No one seems to notice or care that you have shifted.

That’s when you feel it. The slow, deliberate way he undoes his belt, the ticking of his zipper. You blush furiously, then feel the spring of his heavy cock being released. Before you can react, he unceremoniously and quickly lifts you fully onto his lap, lining you up then impaling you down upon his length.

You cover your surprise and choke with a cough—not unusual considering you’re still recovering from bronchitis. Thank god you are as wet as you are because, even so, it’s a damn tight fit with him having been away these past few weeks. You have to keep yourself from rolling your eyes into the back of your head because he’s finally filling you the way you need him to.

Yes, this is what you wanted. This is what you needed. You just didn’t expect it to be in front of all his (albeit unaware) friends.

By the way Elvis grips your waist and from the soft grunt that escapes him, you know he’s struggling to contain his own reaction to your heat, despite the air of control he’s been exuding. He adjusts you how he wants you: leaning your back over his chest, your legs draped over his, his chin resting on your shoulder. With the way the seat of the chair tips down to the ground and with blanket pulled all the way up, nothing looks amiss.

You close your eyes and sigh, relishing the feel of him stretching you, his cock buried deliciously deep inside you. He envelops you in his arms, one under your breasts, the other at your lower belly. His warmth burns into your back, but he does not let you move. Those wiry but strong arms have effectively pinned you to him. Almost frantic, you try for some semblance of friction, anything at all to ease the tension, but he just chuckles at your near-silent gasps, holding you fast against him.

Finally, once you relent and relax, Elvis swivels his hips, again and again, in a slow rhythm not unlike one monumentally famous performance on TV in the beginning of his career, the one that sent the church ladies off their rockers and the teenage girls fainting. Suddenly, you want to giggle at the fact that his damn hips resulted in both his skyrocketing career and in his censorship because those same hips have certainly become even more skilled in the many years between then and now, but for different, more scandalous reasons. Maybe those church ladies had a point, after all, you laugh quietly. And it causes you to clench around his cock.

Then you hear a low growl in your ear: “What a dirty little girl you are, letting Daddy take you like this in front of all these men. Bein’ so good for me. You like this, baby girl?” Each statement is accentuated with a shallow but pointed roll of his pelvis.

You bite your lip, nodding. His dirty talk has molten heat flooding down your limbs and directly into your cunt. With the warmth of the roaring fire coupled with the passioned heat at your back, your arousal grows with each small movement, each scandalous word, and has you feeling like you might combust before this is all said and done.

So desperately do you want to ride him within an inch of his life, but he won’t allow it. No, this is his show, and you give into him, fully resting back onto his chest. He rewards you by finding your clit again, massaging it in slow time with his barely moving cock. The result is both torturous and delectable, working you into such a state that you dig your nails so hard into his clothed thighs that he hisses.  

“Fuck, little one, you feel so good,” Elvis breathes jaggedly into your ear. He presses a hand to your lower belly, then rolls his hips up. In this position, he’s big enough that you both can feel him there. “Takin’ my cock so well.”

You do your level best not to mewl, to stay quiet for him. Instead, your breathing pants through your nostrils and you try to keep your wits about you, trying to stay good as he fucks you so slowly within an inch of your life. Fucks you with all the guys around, who seem none the wiser.

He must feel you begin to flutter around him, your climax drawing ever closer. You feel like you’re about to burst because you need to scream, to moan out his name, do something that will let you release this pressure, but you tamp it all down as far as you can.

“Daddy’s gonna make you come now, sweetheart,” he purrs.

“N-not h-here,” you breathe out, panicked, knowing you can’t hold on much longer.

“Yes, here,” he chastises. “Right in front of ev’rybody. You’re gonna come so hard, baby, cuz Daddy treats you right, doesn’t he?”

You almost sob at that and nod, that coil poised to explode at any moment.

“But you’re gonna be good and so, so quiet cuz it’s just for me baby. You ain’t gonna cry out or move a muscle, okay?” he whispers and though he’s commanding, you know he’s close to losing control himself by how labored his breath is and how tightly he’s holding you.

You nod, and he flicks your clit with expert, rapid precision. “Now, lil’ one. Come now.”

That’s all you need. Quite suddenly, you are consumed by fire as hot as the one blazing in front of you. Your body tenses, then shudders violently in his lap and he holds you to him as you careen over the edge, lost to the dark night. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to not cry out, resulting instead in your huffed breaths. Long nails bite into his arms, clamoring for some outlet for your pleasure. Your eyes close, stars dancing behind them. Your walls clench and flutter around his length and you feel his slow rhythm begin to stutter.                                                        

“Fuck, baby, Jesus fuck, so good for m-me. Daddy’s gonna fill y-you up now. All mine. Aw, h-hell.” He pulses inside you, covering his own orgasm by biting deep into your shoulder, so hard you can feel it through the heavy winter coat you’re wearing. His thick, hot arousal throbs and coats your insides and you ride him through it with the tiniest rocking of your hips, feeling lighter than air but also grounded by him.

That’s what life with Elvis is like, you think. He grounds you to him, to his orbit, and sends you both shooting to the moon and the stars.  

Completely blissed out and spent, you fall into him, and he slumps back in the chair. As you come back down to Earth, you feel your breathing sync with his. You close your eyes and revel in the wonderful way he’s made you feel, this man you are so wildly in love with.

You’re no longer upset.

You’re just glad to be back in his arms.

Elvis nudges you and you realize you may have dosed off, as he is now soft inside you and the fire has dimmed some.

“I think you made quite the mess, lil’ mama,” he whispers, nipping at your ear.

Indeed. You can feel the cool pooling of your collective arousal coating you and his lap.

“I made the mess, huh?” you whisper back with a roll of your eyes.

“Oh, most definitely.” You can feel his boyish grin as he kisses your neck.

“Sure. And how exactly are we supposed to get back in the house without everyone knowing we had sex in front of them?”

He pauses and then you can feel the vibration of his chest as he starts to chuckle, that way he gets just before he has a laughing fit.

“Oh, don’t you dare start, E,” you warn. It’s contagious, of course, and you feel your own laughter bubbling. “You didn’t think this all the way through, did you, love?” you shake your head.

“That’s what I have you for!” he laughs.

“Well, I guess we’re just gonna have to sit here and simmer in our juices until everyone decides to go to bed, now won’t we?” you try to whisper sternly, but giggles escape at the complete ridiculousness of the situation.

“Not in our juices!” he cries with laughter. He’s completely beside himself, pressing his forehead into your back in an effort to hide his amusement.

“What was that, EP? Thought you both fell asleep over there,” Lamar says.

“N-nothing!” Elvis hiccups. “Just go about your business! Y’all must be getting’ tired, right? Time to go inside! Time for bed!” He flails his arms in the general direction of the house.

You are both trying, quite unsuccessfully, to hold back your laughter, and the guys are looking at you two like you’ve grown horns.

“Um, sure, EP? I guess it is getting late,” Charlie throws out.

Quizzical, the guys grumble a bit and begin to mosey their way towards the house.

“You comin’?” Lamar shouts.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it! We’ll get there!” Elvis calls, shooing him away, then dissolves into another peal of breathless laughter.  

“Okay, Crazy,” Lamar mumbles.

Elvis is sniffling and snorting by now. Your face is red and tears poke at the corners because the more he laughs, the more you laugh.

“I love you, Satnin,” he says, kissing your cheek gently once everyone is gone and your giggles have subsided.

“I love you, too, baby boy.” You press your forehead to his. “Now please tell me you have a handkerchief or something cuz otherwise you’re gonna need to wear this blanket around your waist to get inside.

“Anything for you, baby, anything for you,” Elvis says, holding back another peal of laughter.

And you know it’s true.

*

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[mooodyblue]

OK HERE I COME.

how about some headcanons with gentle giant little!e? like he is so big and cuddly but sometimes forgets ans likes to play kinda rough. just gentle giant little!e

- 🐈‍⬛

oh cute!!!! thank you for the request! 🫶🏼

little!elvis headcannons

masterlist

i think we can all agree that little!e is a big cuddlebug.

which is fun and all, really. but sometimes he forgets that he's not as tiny as he feels in his headspace

that's why he's your big baby 💗

sometimes he just likes to flop himself right onto you, giving you the biggest hug

and you have to remind him to be gentle!! n then he's like sorry mama :(

sometimes when you're both playing, he might get too rough and he notices immediately

"oh no mommy!! did elvie hurt mama?? elvie's sorry :("

if he does accidentally hurt you, he kisses it and makes it "better"

lots of "you're too little for that, baby." from you and "'m too tiny for that" from elvis

sometimes he squeezes your hand a little too tight

"softer squeezes, don't break momma's hand."

he loves to give you those big hugs where he squeezes you tightly

"okay, gentle hugs, baby. don't want you popping me like a balloon"

sometimes he gets embarrassed about being little, despite not being so little

you always remind him that he's your baby and he'll always be your baby.

even if he does get a little too rough sometimes

one things for sure, he'll get your attention when he wants it

he will literally pull you to where he wants you to go.

if he wants to show you something outside, he'll pull you up and drag you outside. not giving him enough attention? he'll pull at your arm until he gets you up from whatever you were doing

but he knows his limits and always does his best to be gentle with you <3 he just has so much love to give !!

he's still tiny to you 🫶🏼

[tom-whore-dleston]

Hi my love!! 💗💗 I’ll send you a happy birthday card tomorrow but today here is my request!

Based on this picture and because I cannot stop thinking about having a celebrity boyfriend that brings me as a date to an award ceremony:

🎉 - Austin Butler + “How about we stay here all day and cuddle?”

you know I had to request for him 😮‍💨😮‍💨

now there’s no place else you could be but here in his arms

Pairing: Austin Butler x f. reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: best friends to lovers :’), almost smut, non-sexual undressing, non-sexual nudity (it’s very vague and undetailed), confessions, first kiss, heavy making out, hickies

Summary: You and Austin were always there for each other and nothing could change that. Not even a wardrobe mishap that puts you in an intimate situation. 

Word Count: a lil under 1.5k

Notes: Oof this is wayyyyy overdue but y’all know how slow I am at getting fics done 😭 Thank you @beakeoghan for the request and getting me back into my Austin Butler phase 😘💖 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

*Part of my 23rd birthday celebration which is now CLOSED. Thanks again for taking part in my special day!

You had imagined what it would be like to kiss your best friend. In fact, you imagined it pretty often. But nothing could have prepared you for how magical it really was.

Austin and you had returned to your hotel room after attending the Oscar’s after party. It was the most fun you had in a while, but you were ready to change into your pajamas and sleep until noon. You and Austin retreated to your respective bedrooms after exchanging goodnights. While you were undressing, your zipper got stuck and you struggled to get out of your dress. After accepting defeat, you debated whether you should fall asleep with your dress on or ask your friend to undo your crooked zipper. Sighing, you headed towards his room, knocking on the door. 

“Just a sec,” Austin called from inside the room. You heard his feet shuffling against the wooden floor as if he was coming out of the walk-in closet. A few seconds later, the door flung open and you had to hold back from swooning. Austin was shirtless but still wore his slacks with his belt unbuckled and dangling in the middle. You caught a glimpse of his chain that rested against the thin layer of hair on his chest. Considering how long you and Austin had been friends, you had seen him in less clothing, but something about the way he looked under the aureate light made him much more mesmerizing.

“Everything all right, bub?” Austin asked, hints of his Elvis accent still prevalent. Heat transferred to your cheeks at the nickname he gave you when you first became friends. You could never get tired of hearing him call you ‘bub’. 

“Can’t get my zipper undone.” You and Austin shared a laugh to ease your embarrassment towards your wardrobe mishap.

“Yeah, that happens. Even with famous designers.” He paused to crack the door wider. “Come in and I’ll help you out.” You followed your long time companion into his room, unbothered by his clothes scattered across the floor. Austin stood behind you, calculating how to place his hands on you without causing discomfort. 

A beat later, one hand pinched the top of the zipper while the other held the pull. He yanked the pull down with more force than you had attempted, causing the teeth of the zipper to repel. As your dress began opening up in the back, you held the top close to your chest to prevent it from falling to your feet. Part of you wanted to drop your dress down to reveal your skin to him to show him that you were comfortable enough to be naked around him. There were other reasons that made you want to do this, yet you would never say them out loud. Nevertheless, you clung the dress to your frame.

Austin unintentionally held his breath as more of your bare back was exposed to him. He’d never admit to you, but he was always curious about how you looked naked. This curiousity didn’t stem from sexuality or lust, but rather from a deep love for you. You were always beautiful to him and he wanted to love you in your rawest form. He kept this feeling a secret from you out of fear that your friendship would diminish, even if it ate away at him in the dark of the night. 

The zipper stopped at your mid back. Austin’s hands quivered realizing how low they were on you. He slowly exhaled after holding his breath, still clinging to your dress.

“Well, problem solved.” Austin chuckled nervously. “Just needed a harder tug, that’s all.”

You happily suspired. “You are a lifesaver! I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Without a single thought, Austin blurted out, “Me neither.”

Caught off guard by his words, you lightly laughed, a small gesture that your friend secretly loved hearing. Realizing what he had said, he tried to apologize.

“No need to apologize. It was sweet.” Silence filled the air, only the sound of your breaths in sync to be heard. Then, Austin realized he was still holding onto your dress.

“Sorry, didn’t realize I was still holding on.” He released the zipper and almost simultaneously, you let go of your dress, flooding at your feet. Austin made no attempt to turn away. He knew he should have. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. 

You slowly turned around to meet his blue eyes. Austin gulped loudly, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his jaw clenching. Now that he finally saw you naked, he was more in awe with you than he had ever been. Your chest rose and fell as you stood before him. 

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” 

Austin’s hand cupped your face, admiring all your features that he fell in love with. His lips slowly brushed against yours, causing you to meet his the rest of the way. Of course, the kiss was amazing. It was better than how you had always pictured it to be. In the back of your mind, you knew there would be consequences to kissing him. You knew you would be putting your friendship in jeopardy, along with his rising stardom. Yet, right now, all you cared about was living in that kiss forever.

When you finally parted for air, you already yearned to touch and taste his lips again. Austin felt the same way as he stroked your cheek. 

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Me too.” In an instant, your lips smashed together with more passion. Austin leaned further into you to intensify the kiss, causing you to crash on top of his bed. You bursted into a fit of giggles as Austin hovered over you.

“Sorry, bub,” Austin timidly murmured, bumping his nose against his.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you commanded, yanking him by his chain to continue the kiss. Your best friend smiled against your lips, relishing your sweetness on his own mouth. He managed to part his lips amongst smiling and you grazed the tip of your tongue against his bottom lip. Austin opened his mouth slightly as an invitation to slide your tongue against his. Warmth flooded your body and your head spun as your tongues slowly flicked together.

“I love you, bub.” Austin pecked your lips once more before stooping down to your neck. “I’ve always loved you.” As he planted his lips against where your jaw and neck meet, you choked up a broken moan, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“I love you, too, Austin.” His teeth nipped your flesh and he gently nursed the skin until a mark of his love rose to the surface. Your vision grew blurry and your senses became fuzzy. He moved slightly down your neck, sinking into a new patch of skin. As much as you craved him to touch you more and give you the pleasure you only dreamed of in the dead of night, you needed a moment to take it all in before your head spun off its axis.

“Wait!” You abruptly exclaimed. Austin immediately stopped, leveling his face with yours. His face was full of concern and fear that he upset you.

“You okay, bub? Did I do something wrong?” 

“No, you did nothing wrong.” Your hand shot up to caress his warm cheek. “It’s just a lot for me to process, you know.” Austin nodded in agreement. “Can we slow down a bit?” 

“Yeah, absolutely!” Your best friend responded, plopping onto the bed next to you. “I’m sorry if I overstepped or anything.”

“You didn’t.” You flipped onto your side, gazing into Austin’s shimmering eyes. “New rule: no more apologizing for things you don’t need to apologize for.” 

The blonde man laughed. “Deal.” 

You were met with silence again. It wasn’t an excruciating silence. If anything, it was a peaceful silence, where you could enjoy the present with the one you loved. Your curiosity about you and Austin took over that peaceful silence. Now that you kissed him and confessed your feelings, there were endless possibilities to what could happen next.

“So, what does this make us?”

Austin flashed you a reassuring grin, tenderly cradling your hand in his. “We can worry about that later. How about we just stay here and cuddle?”

You smiled back. “I’d love to.” 

You curled up to Austin’s warm body, resting your head on top of his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. Once you were perfectly snuggled against him, he snaked his arm around your shoulder and relinked his hand with yours. Being in his embrace felt like home and you could stay there forever. 

“Austin.”

“Yeah, bub?”

“Can you kiss me again, please? I really love kissing you.” 

There was no need for a final exchange of words. He tilted your head up towards him and dipped down to catch your lips with his. Now there was no place else you could be but here in his arms.

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[venus-haze]

i hope your trip is fun! ik you’re not really doing sequel fics anymore but i’d love headcanons for the reader’s career after elvis turns her into a vampire in your fic it was so good💗

It was a lot of fun! I apologize for taking so long to get to this, but here's some headcanons for Elvis and the reader post-My Fading Voice Sings of Love.

Vampire!Elvis x Vampire!Reader

Warnings: Dark themes such as death, emotional manipulation, and abuse of power. Mentions of blood and violence. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Your career, like his was for so long, becomes tied to Las Vegas. Your manager is beside herself when you tell her you changed your mind about touring, you’ll keep your residency indefinitely. She almost drops you as a client over it, but with your second album nearing its release date, you just barely manage to luck out. It charts well, but without a tour to support it, interest in your music starts to wane

It’s almost sick how your formerly promising career stagnates like his did being stuck there—you can’t even bring yourself to hate him. You wanted this, asked for it. You had the choice between leaving and staying, and you chose to stay

He’s far more dependent on you than you are on him. While you still have your usual entourage, with the exception of the few people who have come and gone through the years, you’re all he has. You do care for him, you can't shake the feelings your human self had for him before, if anything they're more amplified now

The first time you kill someone to feed is extremely harrowing for you. You had to do it, there was no other choice, but you felt guilty at having to take a life to sustain your own, even if Elvis made sure the whole thing was as impersonal as possible. He lets you experience all of the emotions running through you in the aftermath because he didn’t have anyone to help him when he was turned, he was on his own and had to deal with the messy, conflicting feelings himself

If you become okay with killing, the two of you will go out to feed together. On the other hand, if you can’t seem to shake the guilt and hesitancy, he’ll bring back fresh blood for you when he goes out to feed. He’d prefer this scenario, in all honesty. You would be dependent on him to survive and to him that intimacy can’t be matched by feeding together. It's definitely a control thing, but also he needs to feel needed

Besides, ya know, him being the only other vampire you know and probably will ever meet, music is the biggest thing that connects the two of you—even if he doesn't always agree with the artistic choices you make. You're always learning from him in that capacity

A decade or so goes by before you have to throw in the towel, not because you can't perform anymore, but there's no way to explain why you just haven't changed physically or the strange career choices you've made. You've reluctantly become a recluse artist, releasing albums every so often for your small group of dedicated fans, gaining something of a cult following over time

At times you toy with the idea of leaving, trying other places out for taste, after all, you're not nearly as recognizable as he is. You don't have to stay in Vegas. Something in you stops you every time, maybe it's love, or maybe it's to spare the next unsuspecting popstar who comes along from ending up like you

[elvispresleywife]

Ideas!

Ok guys so I have an idea!!

I'm thinking I'm going to write a mini Elvis X Reader fiction once I reach 100 followers. This by the way DOES NOT mean I will be writing fanfiction from now on it's just a fun little thing I thought I'd do and who knows what the future may bring! However, tell your friends anyone to follow me if you want this to happen please!! (Hope that doesn't sound too desperate😂😂💗)

Love you all!!