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Elvis!Austin x FEM reader

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: in which you’re the girl who showed up to Elvis’ hotel room <3

smut heavy! this gets riiight into it so you have been warned! 18 plus warning!

sorry for the scratchy writing I’m so not used to it. But this fanfic is pure FILTH. Enjoy, my loves !

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What was she doing? She had just saw the man preform once in the Louisiana Hayride and already declared that he was the love of her life. One little performance of a man shaking his hips and she could’ve sworn they were made for each other. It wasn’t long after seeing him first on the stage that she managed to find the motel he had been staying at for the time being from a few of her friends that were just as obsessed with the raven-haired boy as she was. She knew she had to look creepy, stalkerish even but she wasn’t alone and any better. She fit in.

Y/N was never one for little rendezvous but something overtook her body that made her muster up that courage to knock on the wooden motel door. He was inside, she could see his shadow and for a blissed moment she wished he hadn’t of been. She knew she couldn’t turn back now, so why would she bother. The least that could happen is she gets rejected and can move on. But damn, with his hips she didn’t want to move on. 

A creak of the door sounded in the air as minutes had passed of the girl just waiting for a miracle. His shadow easily overpowered hers, he was leaning against the door with the softest look of surprise on his face, it made him many more desirable. His thumb drummed against the door frame, taking the girl that had now been shaking with embarrassment in.

“May I help you, darlin’?” His southern accent was thick, deep sounding and rough around the edges. If she hadn’t been eager before, she had been all the more now. It was the first time hearing his voice in person and she knew from that moment forward that she can’t get enough of it.

She didn’t reply, instead took the opened space to step inside much to her dismay that he didn’t stop her. She couldn’t reply straight, not now when her voice would probably come out small and shaken to the core. It had taken her more than a few minutes to recover before even attempting to, she didn’t wanna keep her desire-filled mind waiting for any longer than she already was.

She swallowed a breath. “Just here to ease some pressure, Mr. Presley.” was all she could think of in that hot moment to respond, maybe she shouldn’t have worded it that way, maybe it was stupid but it didn’t matter when she had finally looked up to meet his iced eyes to meet with a look that had been blown out like any other. She supposed it worked a lot better than her confidence had led on.

He didn’t seem to have a reply to her comment, instead just took the time that she had been distracted by her own doubts to push her up against the wall, the door slightly kicked shut behind her. He let out a rasped chuckle. “C’mon, mama. I told you to act believable, you’re actin’ like you haven’t got a clue what you’re sayin’” He teased, one arm rested over her frame.

All Y/N could do was roll her eyes. “It’s your fault for wantin’ to roleplay, just kiss me Presley.” When her boyfriend had brought up a means of acting as if they didn’t know one another as a way to spice up their sex life that really didn’t need spicing up to begin with she had already been reluctant to Elvis’ dismay. She supposed it was a way instead for him to say that he was bored of her but by the way he acted like she had been the only girl that’s worth the trouble, she narrowed it down to him just being a typical horny boy.

Besides, he looked cute when he tried to act like he had no clue who she was.

It wasn’t long until she had gotten her wish, rough hands wrapping around her lower waist to pull her into his lips. A soft kiss at first planted along her lips made her melt into his grasp, something that had been taken advantage of to catch her off guard once again that night. His hands that had been glued to her hips trailed their way slowly up her sides, as if to feel all of her skin in one go. It wasn’t too terribly long until the leather dress had been lifted over her head and tossed onto the floor with swift ease.

“My girl deserves a reward for tryin’, yeah?” Elvis whispered against the shell of her ear, she could only nod at his words. She knew she did, she went this far with his story that she was just dying for him to get on with it already.

And get on with it he did. He slowly lifted the black leather dress she had on over her head, messing up her pinned up hair in the process to which she paid zero mind to, she needed him too much to even notice she had her hair done in the first place. She hadn’t been wearing any material underneath, something else that she had been instructed to do by her boyfriend, earning a low chuckle once he had realized.

“You do everything I ask?” He teased, running a sly finger up her bare side, the cool air causing shivers to form on the surface of her skin. “Elvis..” She whispered, only to be cut off by a finger across her bottom lip to shush her. “Of course you do, baby. You’re such a good girl aren’t you?”

She froze. He never was this serious with her and the words and praises alone made her eyes widen, nothing but her and Elvis existed in that moment. “ ‘Just for you..” She finally answered among minutes of pure disbelief that he had found yet another way to keep her excited.

“Good. Now how about you let me make you feel good?” He whispered again, this time only centimeters away from her lips, letting their bottom lips touch bud not letting them connect. She could only let out a low whine right from her throat, tugging on his open shirt to pull him down into her. Their lips moved with ease, hunger, like their lives depended on it and to her, it did.

It wasn’t much time before she had practically been thrown on the bed, watching her raven-haired boy in admiration as he slipped off his blue button up, eyes roaming his tanned chest. Just the right amount of muscle, as usual. She could lust after every inch of this boy. He had already been reaching down to fumble with his belt before her shaky hands brought themselves up to overlap over his. “Let me, daddy..” She muttered, not even noticing the pet name that had just slipped out her lips. Didn’t even realize Elvis freeze from on top of her, instead just focusing on his belt, sliding the leather through the loops before letting it fall with a thud.

“What’d you just call me?” She could hint an almost stutter to his voice when he had asked that. Only then did she notice what she let slip. “And i was here thinkin’ my baby was innocent.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re gon’ be the death of me.” He whispered, a thumb running along her collarbone.

Right as his belt fell to the floor, he wiggled out of his pants and his boxers, letting the material just fall to the floor to form a beautiful pile of clothes on the floor. He wasted no time whatsoever to trail slow kisses down her body, raising a leg to rest on his shoulder. His kisses found their way back up her body and to her lips.

“Let me take care of you, mama.” He spoke against her lips, his southern accent peaking through a little more than normal, not that she had been complaining in the slightest. His fingers trailed down her body and dipped themselves in her wetness, grunting at the touch, his head shaking with a slight smirk played on his lips.

“Was i bothering you this bad?” He chuckled deeply, slow circles pressed onto her clit, making her look up at him with heavy eyelids, needing more of him. Way more than he had been planning to give in that moment.

“Please..” She whimpered into the thin air, making him raise a steady brow, humming as he looked down at his delicate baby. Begging for more of him. She was adorable to him.

“Please what, baby, hm?” Elvis purred against her ear, his finger now dipped between her folds, circling around her entrance but only granting here mere friction and that was it. “I wanna hear that name come out of those pretty lips again.”

Her face was that exact shade of pink that he had been hoping to see on her, gripping onto her wrist before she even tried to cover up her face. It took her a while to process for she had been on cloud nine even due to the little actions she was getting. She yelped as he pushed a finger halfway into her entrance, her bottom lip through her teeth, just the right amount to draw blood if she bit down any harder. “Say it, baby. Be my good girl.”

“Please, daddy.” It didn’t take her long to blurt that out as soon as she had been encouraged one last time to do so. That’s what all it took for him to pull his finger out, pushing the digit between her lips as he used his other hand to line himself up. He didn’t waste any second at all before pushing himself in, her automatically clenching around him that only granted a low grunt that slipped past his lips at her warmth.

He rested his hands above her head on the pillow above her for leverage as inch by inch filled her stomach, low whines rewarded by his movements. He had waited until she was adjusted to his length before rocking his hips forward, steadying himself from coming undone right then and there.

“You’re still so tight, baby.. Can never get enough of you.” He sighed out from above her only getting a drinkable moan in response, he tucked a hair behind her ear. He was sweet, always sweet at first until he turned into an animal. He says constantly it’s because he can’t get enough of his girl, and he always spoke nothing but the truth when it came to that.

Just as her eyes relaxed, his pace became a lot more rapid. Y/N’s hands tangled themselves in his hair, pulling on the edges just as he liked it. It was the only action that made him turn the way she liked him, his wild side was something she beheld.

“Lord.. What you do to me.” Was all he cooed out before pounding his movements into her. Within seconds, all that filled the comfortable silence was the sounds of skin slapping onto skin which didn’t take her much to unravel from. She pushed onto his bicep in a lame attempt to stop him. It was a situation she would lose but she didn’t necessarily want to win.

“Elvis, baby.. I’m close.” She stuttered out. She never had been able to put out as much as she used to before Elvis. He thought it was cute how she completely changed when she was with him, she wasn’t one to argue, especially when everyone around him was so right about his award-winning hips.

Her feet began to curl up, one last thrust and she came undone making him chuckle from above her, his muscles flexing as he reluctantly pulled out. “Cmere, baby..” He purred, waiting for her to crawl over before engulfing her in his arms.

Maybe roleplay wasn’t bad. One thing was for certain though, she wasn’t the best at it but my lord, Elvis definitely had been.

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ITS SO BAD HELP i’m so sorry 😞 i tried my best i’m so bad at endings :/ <3

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requested : “would you possibly be able to write something where y/n and austin!elvis go to a party together and then y/n wakes up in elvis’ bed, only to find that he slept on the floor/couch so that she could have his bed to herself or something along those lines 😭 i’ve been thinking abt it for days” ( @briannaisanxious )

a/n: hello hello!! i was so excited to write this one because it’s such a soft concept so enjoy! this is pure fluff <3 it’s kinda short but i hope i completed it to your liking. gif creds to the beautiful @karamelcoveredolicity 🔆

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Club Handy was the last place that you’d ever expect to be on an energetic Friday night, you really felt like you had no place anyways jumping into such a new scene. But alas, your friend had invited you to join her and a new guy she had been seeing, she promised you someone too but by the time you had reached there, no one else had been in sight. You let out a sigh, you knew you’d end up being the third wheel eventually, as your friend had made you feel like one many times.

The club had been a lot more alive than you had expected. One enormous crowd enveloped around one another, enjoying the classical music as it poured out of angelic lips. That’s when you saw him. A splash of raven black hair, around the front of the stage, moving his hips as if the music had been guiding him. He wore a lace black shirt that hung loosely onto his tanned chest, shoulders covered by a baby blue jacket that hugged his frame, and black dress pants that were just as loose as his shirt. He looked like a dream. A dream you never ever wanted to wake from.

Just as you were about to tear your own eyes away, blue irises met yours in an intense gaze. Before you had known it, you were being pulled towards the crowd by your friend, holding onto her hand for dear life. It wasn’t that dramatic, but as the closer to the mysterious man, your heart quickened. The man your friend had been with seemed to know him well, shoving his shoulder and pointing towards you and your friend who both looked like deers caught in the headlights. Maybe he would be the one your friend would stick you with to go off to do god knows what the new pair could possibly think of. And just as that thought came to mind, your hand had been pulled again, this time much closer to the entity you have been trying your best to avoid.

That night from there on had seemed like a blur, you introduced yourself, learned the man’s name, and within seconds were loosing yourself in the music. You never heard anything like it. You were raised on country songs that treaded on for minutes too long. This was way different and after that night you had been having, you knew your forced music taste would never be the same. You weren’t even going to try to keep your taste the same. Especially if that meant talking to the guy you had just met.

A couple songs later and you couldn’t spot your friend anymore within the crowd, a sigh slipping passed your lips as you downed the rest of the whisky you had reluctantly been sipping on. “Your friend looks like she’s never comin’ back, doll.” Elvis spoke, and you hated how right he had been. You knew where this was going to head, you were going to wake up in a strange bed, only sheets covering your body.

“She always does this. Never caught by her mama.” Your tongue had been filled with jealously, making your words come out a lot bitter than you had expected making Elvis chuckle and shake his head.

“C’mon.” He took your hand in his as he pushed you through the crowd and towards a black car. You were hesitant at first, you knew where this goes but something about the taller man made you feel safe. You couldn’t explain it, maybe that’s why you just got in when he opened the passenger door. You had too much of a headache to care, you just needed a bed.

The car ride had been a complete blur, the roads being lit dimly by the flickering lights that luminaries them. You hadn’t been paying attention to any of your surroundings, you didn’t feel the need to. All you knew was it wasn’t much of a ride until you were helped out by a familiar hand. The house was beautiful, secluded with its own area to feel at peace in. If you were of normal mind you’d be running towards the hills at the simple fact that there hadn’t been a house for about a few miles, but you weren’t. You trusted your life with a stranger just because he looked like a gentleman, you knew you’d end up kicking yourself in the morning.

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The next day had arose in just as much as a blur as the night before. You woken up in a queen-sized bed, sitting up with a groggy throat and a spinning head. You weren’t in your dress from last night, instead a oversized black dress shirt that had been buttoned up and practically clinging towards your frame. You tried to move to get off the bed but in turn got met with a grunt as you stepped on the man’s arm.

“Elvis? What are ya doing down there?” You asked, rubbing your temple as yet another headache approached making the man sit up himself. He rubbed his eyes just so he could see you better, meeting your eyes with his crystal blue ones.

“You knocked out last night as soon as we came in. I figured you coulda used the bed more than me, darlin’” His accent was thick and deeper than you had expected it would be in the morning.

You had no idea what had happened the night before but as you played with the buttons to the dress shirt you were wearing, you knew. You knew that you were in the right hands.

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a/n: ah completed my first request i hope it was okay!! a lil shorter than i would’ve liked it to be. if it’s wanted i’ll for sure make a part 2 :) this concept was so fluffy and i loved every second of it

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@gvnchhy @smbonilla2002 @madilynnk @aliceforbes

Austin butler x reader

request : “Smut where y/n accidentally gives Austin a boner during filming and it is impossible to hide literally leaving nothing to the imagination in his tight leather pants and baz has to call cut and tell him he better go sort himself out. To say the least Austin is so embarrassed and is trying his hardest (excuse the pun) to cover himself because he might as well just have no pants on the amount of detail you can see. Maybe y/n goes to help ease his embarrassment and problem. 😉” - @cchl

a/n: i have no idea why i love this concept so much but i do. enjoy <3 austin has black hair in this because it just makes sense. twisted it around just a smidge but i hope it’s to your liking, dove !

warnings : pure smut, dom!Austin x sub!reader. mentions of daddy kink, dirty talk, use of pet names. fem!reader.

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The Elvis movie production has been doing fairly well; Austin had been ripping through his lines and singing his heart out by now. You couldn’t help but be proud of your long-term boyfriend as you watched him become engulfed with his role as he’s done countless times before. Baz knew what he had been doing with casting Austin for the Elvis role, but you weren’t thinking of it in the way that he was. A chance to see your boyfriend in the most lavish of replica Elvis outfits, tight but still so loose. Being on set with him every time because he insisted you were his good luck charm was definitely paying off.

You had been helping Baz around set all day, something he suggested you’d do instead of sitting in Austin’s chair bored out of your mind all day. It took a while for you to actually spot Austin due to constantly running around, another hour going by until you finally had a break. He started filming the ‘68 comeback special when you finally notice why Austin had been in the dressing room for hours on end. You practically gawked at the god in front of you, already being ordered around with places he would stand and how loud to sing. God, you could stare at that man all day when he was dressed as Elvis.

“Earth to Y/N? I asked you to go fix his hair.” Baz had spoken up, waving a steady hand in your face making your boyfriend chuckle in your direction. He knew what these outfits did to you, you made the mistake of telling him and you knew just exactly what he’d been thinking.

“Yeah. I’ll go just- do that right now.” You stammered, making your way over to where he had been standing and getting on your toes to make that one stray hair fall into place and back into his gelled quif of hair. In your haste, you managed to drop the hairspray bottle and in a hurry to pick it up, you bent down in front of him, making the black dress skirt you’ve been wearing to snake up your waist giving him a perfect view of your ass just about. And the fact you hadn’t been wearing any sort of underwear underneath. Something you had no idea about, you were too much in a rush to get ready for the day to think apparently.

You sighed with relief as you finally got the bottle only to be met with lust filled blue eyes as soon as you met his height again. You furrowed your eyebrows, oblivious to the fact that you’ve just given him a show.

“Princess, don’t move.” He warned, grasping onto your wrist. You had no idea why but as your eyes trailed down to his hips, you realized what you had just did making a pink tinted blush arise to your cheeks. You did as he told you, trying to scramble and think of an excuse to get him alone in that moment.

“What’s taking so long?!” The stage manager had called out to you two who both sported rosy cheeks with sheer embarrassment.

You tried to speak but Austin squeezed your wrist tighter signaling for you to let him handle it. You were far too flustered to come up with any words other than gibberish and he knew that. “Mind if we take a little five? Don’t feel good.” He practically blurted out, not waiting for any sort of confirmation back before pulling you into his dressing room and locking the door behind him.

“Jesus Christ, baby. Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?” His eyebrows furrowed this time, holding your wrist still and used it to pin your arm against the door above your head. Your eyes went wide, you now understood why he had gotten so worked up.

You and Austin had a pretty healthy sex life to say the least, it was really the only way he could settle down after a long day on set and you always happily obliged. You wouldn’t be surprised if in your hurry to put on clean clothes if you had just forgotten. “I-I must’ve forgotten. I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to-.” He didn’t let you ramble on any further before he crashed his lips into yours, ripping the buttons of your dress shirt so he could throw it on the floor in a hurry. He didn’t care if you didn’t have any clothes to go back out there with, he wanted you and wasn’t letting you get away.

“You can never get enough of daddy’s cock, can you baby? Have to tease me at work like this.” He whispered lowly in your ear, his voice still leaking with that southern twang that he couldn’t shake away for the life of him. You definitely weren’t complaining. His hand slowly snaked up your thigh, a finger dipping into your glistened folds making him grunt at the touch. “Good girl.” He spoke in a lower whisper against the shell of your ear, his free fingers fumbling with the zipper to your skirt, letting the material fall to the floor.

With just as much ease, your bra hit the floor in no time, leaving you exposed while his suit had still been on, his print now too prominent to ignore. He took your chin in his hand, tilting it up ever so slightly so you were looking up at him as he rubbed your skin with his thumb. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, baby. We don’t have much time so you’re gonna be a good girl and take what i give you, yeah?” He softly spoke, your head nodding almost right away, so entranced with your boyfriend to care if anyone heard. He was too pretty like this to resist or even try to push him off.

You watched with eager eyes as he unzipped the suit, revealing a sight you could never get tired of. His boxers had followed suit not long after, falling to the floor to reveal him fully erect. He snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor in front of him before you even got the chance to take him in. You dropped down to your knees in front of him, earning a chuckle from above as Austin admired how much of his spell you were under to follow his every command without any question.

“Open, pretty girl..” He muttered above you, running his thumb along your bottom lip opening your mouth for you before you could even act. You leaned forward, taking his tip in your mouth, looking up at him through your eyelashes to see if you had the permission to go further. With a simple nod, your tongue started to twirl around his tip, your hand coming up to wrap around him to help keep him in place.

He groaned from above you, dipping his fingers in your hair to keep any pieces from falling onto your face and ruining his view. You continued your movements down further until he hit the back of your throat, forcing your hand down to lay on your thigh. “Doing so good for me.” He trailed off into a moan as you managed to take all of him in your mouth without any ounce of hesitation.

You began to bob your head up and down, hallowing your lips out as you stuck your tongue out so he’d get as much stimulation as you could. He never understood how you got so good without very little of his guidance since you had been a virgin before he met you but he definitely wasn’t complaining or in the mood to question it.

Before he let your movements go any further, he tapped your chin for you to open your mouth, letting him go with a pop. A strand of your own drool dripped down your chin, your lips red from the very little time you were down on the floor, Austin knew he couldn’t resist you any longer in that moment.

“Up.” He ordered, you got up instantly and didn’t regret it as he bent you over the small couch that was in the room, tapping your legs open slightly to gain him more access. His one hand rested against the headrest of the couch, his other lining himself up between your folds, pushing himself in with ease. He moaned as you instantly tightened around him as he started to thrust his hips slowly. You whimpered at the pace, wanting more, needing more of him and he knew it. That’s why he hasn’t given into his urges just yet, he loved teasing you every waking moment he got.

Within mere seconds, his pace quickened, making sure he was deeper into you with every quickened thrust. You were a whining mess for him at that point, just the way he liked you as filthy moans slipped past your lips. It didn’t take you much to fall apart as his hips became more violent, your fists white with how much you had been squeezing the side of the couch. You tightened around him again and he knew that you were close.

“Taking me so well, princess.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear before bunching up your hair and forcing your body up against his chest as his thrusts got way more brutal to the point that he had been pounding into you at that point in time. His hand snaked around your body to toy with your clit making you gasp before his other hand cover your mouth from the loud sound coming out.

“Cmon, darling. Cum for me.” He snarled in your ear, pressing a finger into your clit. That was just enough to do you in, releasing yourself all over him earning a rewarding chuckle from behind you. He hadn’t been far behind you, ramming himself into you one last time before letting himself go, making sure you felt it as he came in you for the first time making your whole body tense.

With a few slow thrusts, he finally pulled out, wiping the sweat from your forehead with a smirk. “Thanks for the motivation, baby.” Was all he spoke, a light kiss to your forehead following as he scrambled to get ready and meet Baz once again on set.

You definitely were teasing him on set again tomorrow. You had to for your sanity in the next year to come.

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A/N: hi once again loves!! the majority of this fic was written in the car so i apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes! <3 i hope i did y’all dirty minds justice.

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