Austin!Elvis Masterlist
Started: 7/13/2022
Updated: 11/15/2022
Austin!Elvis
One-Shots:
Trouble
Today, Tomorrow, and Forever
(This is a sequel to Donât Be Cruel)
Donât Ask Me Why
Always On My Mind
Smut:
Donât Be Cruel
Series:

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Austin!Elvis Masterlist
Started: 7/13/2022
Updated: 11/15/2022
Austin!Elvis
One-Shots:
Trouble
Today, Tomorrow, and Forever
(This is a sequel to Donât Be Cruel)
Donât Ask Me Why
Always On My Mind
Smut:
Donât Be Cruel
Series:

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reminder that writing fic about someone playing a character who was a real person is NOT THE SAME as writing fic about the real person. they are two different entities- one is a CHARACTER one is an ACTUAL PERSON.
sharing this again politely
LET'S HEAR IT FOR TINNITUS!
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Always On My Mind
Austin Butler Elvis Imagine
Word Count 1.3k
Synopsis: Reader is finally fed up with being treated terribly by her husband, Elvis. Angst ensues.
Warnings: Just some cussing.
This one is really angsty yâall. No happy endings here.
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*takes a knee* hey gang
so you may or may not know this, but the tumblr metrics system works in a really interesting way where it literally does not count likes. only reblogs. that means if something gets 100 likes and 5 reblogs, that thing actually registers as having 5 notes.
i donât know how everyone finds fic on tumblr, but i tend to go through the tags. what ends up happening is a lot of really great fic gets buried because it was posted, like, a day ago, so it doesnât show up in ârecentâ and it doesnât show up in âtopâ because of lack of interaction.
reblogging is vital to keeping this community alive, otherwise we stagnate
okay since this is in my notifs again: I donât mean only reblogs show up as notes (the little number in the bottom corner of posts). I mean that tumblr has an algorithm, the same as YouTube or tiktok, and the algorithm only registers reblogs. That means that what shows up at the top of the tags and in recommendations all comes down to the number of reblogs.
Reblogging is not just important to show creators supportâ we as a community will literally not be able to find new content unless it circulates or ends up at a visible place in the tags.
Always On My Mind
Austin Butler Elvis Imagine
Word Count 1.3k
Synopsis: Reader is finally fed up with being treated terribly by her husband, Elvis. Angst ensues.
Warnings: Just some cussing.
This one is really angsty yâall. No happy endings here.
Folks, friends, yâallâŠ. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people donât know that, I donât want to be a dick about it, but Iâve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write âesk*mo kissesâ? Just say ânuzzled nosesâ or something.
Iâm not here to call anybody out, itâs been in multiple fics, Iâm not vague posting. This is just a psa. đđ»
If you could help me spread awareness about this by reblogging, Iâd really appreciate it.
Iâve had this post on insta saved for sometime â€ïž
[Text Description: âHey! Reminder: Eskimo is a slur. It means âsnow eatersâ in Cree and is a slur against Inuit . Also donât use âEskimo kissesâ. Itâs called Kunik. It is a greeting mostly used for family⊠Kunik was how Iâd greet my mom and grandmother as a small child.â /TD]
Rebloging for the awareness and especially for the alternative words
And so people who are just learning this now know the proper usage: âInuitâ is plural. The singular is âInukâ, as in âhe is an Inukâ
Did yâall know that I also write original poetry and prose ;)
Does anyone know if my work got caught up in the Wattpad plagiarism scandal? I have no idea how to check.

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I wanna post stuff, but I feel really unmotivated. Blah.
does this feel good?
summary: you and elvis have been friends since you guys knew how to walk. one day youâre deep in conversation about your firsts and you both realize youâve both never had your first kiss yet, you decide to get it over with and kiss each other but it doesnât seem to stop there âŠ
pairings: austin/elvis x reader
warnings: switch!austin/elvis, sub!reader, dry humping, (m) receiving a hand job, (f) receiving stimulation and fingering, aftercare (i just wanted to include this), best friends to lovers trope. lowercase intended. let me know if there are any other warnings!
authors note: this gif has me in a chokehold but anyway welcome to my first short story or whateverrrr. iâm so excited to start actually writing and hopefully, i can keep on top of it! imagine him as youâd like and pls, read my carrd if youâre curious and if any other writers wanna be friends pls pls pls BE MY FRIEND!! i need friends on here but anyway enjoy this story and my requests are open! SEND ME REQUESTS I NEED INSPIRATION! have a good rest of your day or night <3
word count: 4500+
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you and elvis had just finished seeing a movie at a drive-in theater that you both had been dying to see. rear window - you were both a sucker for thriller and mystery.
after the movie ended you both got out of the car to refill your sodas and began walking back to elvis's car.
âwanna come over mine?â elvis had proposed. sure why not? it was nothing out of the ordinary to go over to his house. especially since he and your family were practically like family too.
âsure, would i be staying the night, or do you have to work tomorrow?â you questioned him noticing the loose strand of hair that always seemed out of place.
âmm, no. i donât gotta go workin tomorrow. mâoff, so does that mean youâre cominâ?â he responded pulling out the keys to unlock his 1941 lincoln.
âyeah..then i suppose it would be fun. promise me weâll actually do something fun instead of listening to that damn radio of yours? wanna actually do somethinâ you whined. you both always seemed to be listening to his radio, you have to admit though - his taste in music sure was good.
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What work are you most proud of? Mine is Puppy Love! I still reread it to this day! đ
Probably Donât Be Cruel, I had so much fun with itđ. But I really love the ones I havenât finished or published the most đŹ
Okay itâs been like a million years I know, Iâm so sorry. This semester is kicking my butt and I travel A LOT. Iâm heading back to Japan next week, just got back from Arizona. I have SEVVVVERAL wips just nothing thatâs ready to come out quite yet. Please enjoy this picture of my brainstorming notebook and my very stressful planner.
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Currently reading: Iâm re-reading Cassavetes on Cassavetes
Favorite color: Iâve been really into muted blue and purple tones recently, I guess that just goes with the season change
Last song: Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen
Last movie: Plein soleil
Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory
Currently working on: Writing, re-organizing my bookshelf, and making itineraries for the next few trips Iâm going on
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thank you battie :)
Currently reading: "It's not summer without you."
Favorite color: buttercup yellow :)
Last song: Woman by Harry Styles
Last Movie: Minons Rise of Gru
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory
Currently working on: Education notes, writing and getting my life together.
I tag: @pastelteabubbles @butlerslut @floralcyanide @fxntxsix @jahayla-parker @foreverdolly @flwersgarden @butlersxbirdy @groovybabydoll
ooo this seems fun :)
currently reading: re-reading red queen by victoria aveyard
favorite color: mustard yellow to go with the seasons
last song: somebody bigger than you and i from elvis
last movie: elvis 2022
sweet/spicy/savory: spicy
currently working on: studying for bio test, writing discussion boards, writing a paper, screaming crying and throwing up
i tag: @abutlersgirl @adoresbutlers @eu-whoria @austinelvisimagines @asshlyyyy
Awww this is cute!
Currently reading: the second book in the Witcher series.
Favorite color: Mustard yellow and emerald green.
Last song: Mendelssohn: Song without words
Last movie: Double Trouble starring Elvis
Sweet/spicy/savory: SWEET
Currently working on: A bio labđ„ș and I have several wips for Elvis going.
I donât have a ton of people to tag who havenât been already but: @sagesolsticewrites @shimmeringlights44

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Gonna do a quick fic based off of one of these ideas. Which do yâall want to see first??
Donât Ask Me Why
Austin Butler Elvis Imagine
Word Count:1.8k
Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Elvis has come home from recording his latest album and wants to take you out. Youâre feeling very insecure and canât find anything to wear. He has to boost your confidence a bit.
Warnings: There is some sexual content, but itâs not actual sex. Cussing, body insecurity. Reader calls themselves fat, etc.
You were trying to get ready for your date tonight.
Your boyfriend, Elvis, had been out of town to record his newest album for the last three months. He had returned last night and called to tell you to be ready at 7 tonight. If you had known ahead of time you couldâve bought something new, but as it was you had worked all day; only getting off at 5.
You had immediately rushed home to shower and get ready. Your hair and makeup were already flawless, now all that was left was to get dressed.
You stood before a large, ornate oak armoire clad in your underwear and slip. You had plenty of clothes, that wasnât the problem.
It was you.
Most days you could love yourself and your curves. Today though, when your boyfriend had undoubtedly spent the last few months surrounded by the airbrushed twigs that came with fame, it was hard.
What if he had met someone else? You hadnât had as much contact as you wouldâve liked. You knew he was busy though, so you never wanted to pester him. Maybe he was busy with someone rather than something. He was Elvis Presley; the man could have anyone he wanted. Why you?
You feathered your hands over countless dresses of countless colors. None of them seemed right. You didnât like the way they formed to the rolls on your back or maybe the arms clung too tight and anything that hugged too close to your stomach was a definite no.
You threw your arms up and huffed before falling back to sit on the end of your plush bed. Head in hands you tried to regroup. There had to be something that looked good enough.
There was a knock at the door, and you panicked, checking the watch on your wrist. Shit. He was early. Damn his manners. You rushed to pull your silky robe over your form and ran out of the room to the front entrance.
You took a moment to compose yourself and look in the mirror you kept on the wall of the entrance hall for just this thing before unlocking the door.
He was turned away, peeking down the apartment corridor with one hand in the back pocket of his fitted slacks and the other resting face down on his thigh. You cleared your throat and he spun. His face melted into a grin, and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.
âYou sure are a sight for sore eyes, darlinâ.â Â He shifted his weight forward to lean towards you with one hand above him on the door frame. His long body looked angelic with the hall light behind him as a frame.
âCome in.â You stood aside, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âIâm so sorry Iâm not ready yet, I got distracted.â You stood aside to let him enter and he strode in, his long legs carried him into the room in a step and a half.
âNo, I was early on purpose. Wanted to see ya like this.â He stepped into your space and wrapped his arms low around your hips. You crossed your arms over your chest and turned your gaze downwards, acutely aware of the way your stomach pressed into his torso. His hand rose and his fingers caressed your chin before gently tilting it upwards so he could see your face.
âWhatâs wrong, darlinâ?â Eyebrows furrowed together; he searched your face for a hint to why you were acting so strange. He was used to your playful personality and carefree energy. You tried to school your face into a serene expression.
âNothinâ hon,â I just feel bad that Iâm not ready and I still have no idea what Iâm gonna wear.â You pulled your chin from his hand and looked down; unable to meet his gaze.
âNow donât you start that now, satnin. I can tell when youâre lyinâ tâ me.â He flattened his palm against your cheek that was tucked towards your chest and turned your face back towards his.
âWhatâd I do, darlinâ?â He was staring at you in earnest, clearly confused. You felt tears sting your eyes and let a ragged breath push past the knot in your throat.
âItâs nothinâ EP, Iâm just beinâ stupid.â Back turned to him, you wrapped your arms around your center and began to walk back towards the bedroom, intent to pull yourself together and change. Behind you your boyfriend cocked and shook his head before sliding his pockets into his hands and slowly padding after you. He slid his foot into the door just before you closed it and nudged his way into the room before making his way to the edge of your bed and perching there. You began to walk past him towards your wardrobe; but just as you cleared his frame, he reached an arm out to hook around your waist and pulled you back to him. He guided you to stand between his legs and you stretched your head back, conscious of what your chin must look like from the angle.
âNow youâre just hurtinâ my feelinâs. Do I smell bad?â He pulled your robe from your shoulders and started tickling your sides before he brought his mouth to your stomach and blew a raspberry before nipping at the fat there. You jerked back in his hold and pushed his arms down.
âQuit it, Elvis!â You snapped harder than you meant to and winced when you saw the way his face fell. He folded his hands into his lap, and it was his turn to sulkily gaze down.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to snap.â You reached the hand that wasnât pressed against your stomach to touch his face but stopped short before letting it fall to your side.
âIf you donât want me anymore you can just say it.â His voice was soft but held a twinge of bitterness.
âNo, Elvis thatâs not it. I just-â You broke off, unable to finish the thought.
âYou just what? Cause from where Iâm sittinâ it looks like you donât even want to see me, and Iâve been gone for months. Whatâd I do?â You burst into tears. Youâd never wanted to make him feel unwanted. It wasnât his fault that you werenât good enough.
âLet me fix it, baby, please.â He reached out to you again and you flinched.
âWhy do you w-want me?â The question burst from your chest.
âWhat do you mean, baby?â Elvisâs mouth was opening and closing intermittently.
âI love you, Y/N. Why wouldnât I want you?â You scoffed and squeezed your eyes shut against the tears that were rapidly falling.
âWhy would you? Youâre Elvis Presley, you could have anyone you wanted. Every girl wants you.â You choked on your last statement.
âI donât want every girl. I want you, satnin. Whatâs gotten into you? Whyâre you thinking like this, lil girl?â You groaned at the second term of endearment.
âIâm fat, Elvis!â You nearly shouted.
âIâm not a âlil girl,â Iâm fat.â You were sobbing again and this time when he reached for you, you let him. He pulled you to sit on his lap and you pushed against his chest, not wanting him to feel your weight.
He grabbed your wrists in his hands and pulled you forcefully to fully sit with your thighs on either side of his.
âYou quit that!â He shook you by your arms.
âLet me hold my girl. Youâre beinâ ridiculous.â You sniffled and he let your hands go before cradling your face in his.
âNow, I donâ know why you think I donâ have eyes. You ainât never been little and I never wanted ya tâ be.â He gave your face a gentle tug.
âLook at me, Y/N.â You shook your head and his grip on your chin tightened a bit before you opened your eyes to look at him.
âI love you. I love your heart, and your personality, and your sense of humor. I love your body.â He leaned back to get a full look at you.
âI love your thighs.â His hands moved to grip both of your legs before they ran their way up to your arms.
âI love your arms and your hands.â He pulled one up and pressed a kiss to your palm and then gently dragged his nose up the length of your arm.
âI love your chest.â His voice was so soft now as he pressed kisses to the space above your breasts. He wrapped his arms around you to squeeze your ass before he lifted you up and turned to lay you on the bed. He moved his kisses down to your stomach.
âAnd I love your tummy. I just love you, mama. Youâre my big girl. I donât want no one else.â You were breathing heavily now, unable to ignore how good his lips made you feel.
âYouâre so soft, mama, so perfect. Just let me love you. Can you do that?â He looked up at you from his resting place between your legs and you gently nodded.
âGood. Now that we got that outta the way knock me a kiss and finish getting ready. I been waitinâ months to take my girl out.â You blanched, realizing that he wasnât going to carry this little lovefest any further.
âWhat? No! Elvis, you canât get me all hot like that and not take it anywhere.â Â You were leaning up on your arms now and he laughed before standing from the bed.
âWell, we had time for a lil lovinâ before dinner, but you didnât wanna let me, now youâll have to wait âtil after.â He leaned down and grabbed your hands to help you to your feet.
âQuit your poutinâ and put on that red thing I like.â He winked before turning his head and tapping his cheek. You laid a kiss there and tried to turn to steal a real one from his lips, but he playfully dodged and smacked your ass before flopping back onto the bed.
âDonâ just stand there, I wanna watch my girl get dressed.â You rolled your eyes and turned to find the dress he had requested.
âYou better be takinâ me for Italian, or Chinese.â You pulled the dress over your arms and head before walking to the side of the bed and turning your back towards him.
âAnd I want dessert.â He was sitting at your back now, zipping you up.
âDo you want cake or ice cream?â He ran his hands down your back and then kneaded his fingers into your ass and thighs.
âI donât know. What do you want?â His smile turned devilish, and he used one hand to cup your pussy through your underwear.
âI want ice cream,â You were trembling and knew he could see it.
â-but I wanna eat it out of you.â You gasped and he stood, pushing you forward before coming around to your front and grabbing one of your hands in his.
âYouâre a bully, Presley.â He smiled impishly and pulled the two of you out of the bedroom.
âI know, you like it though.â You shook your head and smiled. He did love to torture you, but he was right, you liked it.
Just a short and sweet one shot to get back into the swing of things.Let me know what you thought and feel free to send in requests!
-LM