arguing with austin and austin!elvis.. what’s that like ?
this really got me out of my writers block, thank you ! and send in more request !!
AUSTIN.
arguing with austin is never fun.
arguing in general with someone is never fun but when it comes down to your pretty boyfriend, it’s terrible.
both of you insist you’re right and austin takes it to a whole other level: talking with his hands so fast you’d think he’s either gonna fly away or they’re gonna fall off, eyes rolling at the retorts you throw back, huffing, and the “i am listening, i just don’t care.” line he uses.
arguing is also never fun because you both could argue abt the most stupid things and since austin is so passionate abt be right everytime he would try to out argue you.
the only thing that would make him calm down the most is if you walk away from him. turning your back on him isn’t fun but it’s the only thing you know how to do that will get him to shut up.
AUSTIN!ELVIS.
we’ve seen how he argues and yells.
he tries so hard not to yell at you or argue with you but it’s just something that he hates so badly about you being the only one who cares abt his well-being that makes him want to start arguing.
i mean, are you wrong for caring? elvis seems to think it’s overbearing (of course!!!) so he argues.
do you hate to see your man swallow pills everytime you turn around? yeah, but elvis doesn’t care so he argues.
are you tired of him ranting about the colonel, wishing he would just fire him but he doesn’t so you have to sit by and watch as the love of your life grow more and more exhausted because he can never catch a break?
you aren’t, but elvis tells you not to worry everytime but it always ends up in an argument. and of course it’s tiring, but what can you do other than pray for the Lord to give you the strength.
these are just some thoughts i was thinking since whoever wrote them snl skits where they made austin himbo-esque wanted me to be obsessed!!! feel free to send me anymore that you think of!
himbo!austin who is just the sweetest person. he’s not even trying to be thoughtful, he just does. and he’s not even trying to be an airhead, he’s just all looks now and thoughts later.
himbo!austin who’s just so damn pretty. i mean, look at him: blue eyes, blonde hair, no thoughts in his pretty little brain. what’s not to love!
himbo!austin who is always so kind and respectful of you and your boundaries. he thinks it’s just the bare minimum (which it is) but he’s just the sweetest thing ever, how can you not swoon?
himbo!austin who politely scolds you on making sure you go to sleep at the proper time. making sure your “pretty eyes don’t get bags” under them. he needs to make sure you’re well rested for tomorrows date night. he can’t have you falling asleep on him.
himbo!austin who is all about putting your pleasure before yours. i mean, his pleasure IS making sure you’re pleasured or satisfied. he gets off the knowing you’re satisfied, whether it’s sexually or non-sexually.
himbo!austin who is nowhere near being submissive but if the moment was right, you could have him on his knees for you, begging. you already have him wrapped around your finger, what’s a little more gonna hurt?
notes : “it’s your man’s birthday so you have to celebrate.”
extra notes : happy birthday to my favorite childhood crush <33 is this ass? yes. do i know how to properly write smut? lmfao no that’s why i stopped it at such a horrible places sorry. i don’t think there’s much in here except some cuss words, sexual themes, and smut implied MINORS DNI
for austin, birthdays were nothing more than another day—with the exception of you aging a year but nonetheless a regular day.
that’s why austin work up slower than usual, basking in the sun shining through the window and covering him in a golden glow. he reached over to your side to only feel it warm, you must’ve gotten up a little while ago. he almost hoped you’d return soon so he could hold you before his phone started to blow up with endless birthday messages.
his eyes were closed and he took breaths in when you returned back to the room, slipping under the sheets and running your hands on his arms and chest.
you must’ve thought he was still sleep because you pecked his forehead lightly and continued running your hands over him. austin enjoyed this a little more than he should’ve because he fell asleep for a minute before you started to wake him up. “austin, baby. time to get up.”
austin rolled his body towards you, making you chuckle because he knows you know never gets up that fast. “good morning, momma.”
“yeah, goodmorning,” you leaned down and pecked his cheek. “how’d you sleep? or how long were you sleep?”
“well, i slept so good but you weren’t beside me when i woke up.”
“yeah, sorry. i was downstairs putting things together for today.” he watched you get up to straddle his waist. “got some ingredients for food, some ingredients for cake, and some alcohol too.”
austin huffed a breath. “momma, you know i don’t want nothing extravagant for my birthday, just want you and me to spend the day in bed.” austin pulled you down so you were chest to chest, pecking your lips three times.
“but aus, i want to treat you. you deserve it, baby.” you sat back up, hands tracing his muscles and chest once more. “plus, i think it’s the rules that the girlfriend makes sure the boyfriend has a good birthday.”
austin nods, “yeah, i suppose you’re right. but instead of taking me out or cooking, just do something else.” he plays with the hem of your—his—night shirt and he looks up at you through his lashes.
you figured you had somewhat of an ideas what he was alluding to but you chose to play innocent. “oh? and what might that be?”
“you know what i’m talking about, baby. don’t be a tease.” he groaned playfully and it made you chuckle.
“i mean, i’m just trying to make sure we’re on the same page.” you felt his hands run up your thighs and grip them lightly.
“baby, you know what i want.”
“yeah, but i want you to say it,” you leaned over by his ear and kissed it lightly. “say it, baby.”
god, austin simply loved when you said things like that. it made everything in him light on fire everytime. “hm, you do things to me i love. baby, i wanna fuck you so badly.”
“oh, do you now?” you felt him nod against your neck. “well, can it wait until later tonight? i don’t want to be behind on setting things up.”
“no, it’s not gonna wait.” he pulls you off him and goes to remove your shirt. “since it’s my birthday, i might as well take advantage of this moment.”
you giggled as he struggled to take off your shirt, you figured he must be hard as hell. you pushed his hands away and removed your shirt yourself. “baby, at least let me do the work.”
he didn’t respond, he only shook his head. when he saw you finally took off your shirt, he wrapped his arms around you and flipped the both of you around so you were laying on your back. “let me get these damn pants off you.”
he made quick work of removing your pants and panties in one quick swipe. “jesus, austin. take your time, i’m not goin’ nowhere.” you snickered.
“damn right you ain’t.” he stopped talking for a moment and looked down at your cunt, already glistening with your slick. “baby, baby, baby. i’m just startin’ and i’ve barely done anything but look at you, momma.”
“austin, stop playing around. do something.” you whined and cursed yourself this time for being this way when you swore you were going to have him begging for you.
Austin Butler with a s/o whose been feeling really down lately, too sad to even get out of bed, and he helps them starting off by doing their hair? (curly.. poofy texture) like detangling it? sorry if it's too much 😭
nah this perfect babe.
“baby, c’mon. you’ve gotta get up at some point,” austin nudges your side gently, wanting to get you out of the muck you’ve been in for a good day and a half.
you grumbled, “no, aus. i don’t wanna.” you turned on your left side to face away from him, feeling your hair get a little more tangled than it already was.
he sighed. he wanted to know what happened to hell you fix it but you just came home yesterday and laid in the bed for the entire night, no kiss hello or goodnight. he decided to just let you sleep off what it was and se did your talk to him today.
you didn’t.
he walked into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and looked for your hair products. he knew that you liked to keep your hair done regardless and since you laid down without your hair tied up, he knew he needed to help.
“baby, if you’re not gonna get out of bed, at least sit up so i can do your hair.” he watched as you laid there for another moment before you sat up and let him do your hair.
he made sure he took his time and didn’t hurt your head. the way he was massaging your scalp almost pulled you to sleep because it was so relaxing. you immediately started to feel better.
“thank you, aus,” you gently said, feeling like you’re on the verge of tears because of how sweet he was being. “i needed this.”
“of course, mama. i’d do anything to help you.” he took a hair tie and tied your hair to the top of your head. when he was done, he kissed your cheek and let you lay back down on his chest. “you feeling any better?”
“yes, thank you again.”
“you’re always welcome. now, do you wanna tell me what was wrong?”
LET’S PLAY HOUSE. | austin!elvis x black reader (part 5)
notes : “elvis wants to play house with you if you know what he means.”
extra notes : it’s been a good minute since i’ve updated our favorite almost couple. enjoy. also note this is probably a little longer than the other parts but hey, when i want to deliver, i want to deliver. it was fully finished at 2:10pm so if there are any typos, blame it on the lack of sleep lmfaoo.
it had been about a week since you had last seen elvis.
not being able to keep in contact with him kinda hurt but you knew that because of his career and all that, it would be hard. especially since you both left off on a rather steamy note.
elvis pressed his lips to yours as soon as you nodded your head to his request. he wasted no time placing his hands on your hips and gripping them lightly. he wanted to breathe you in so badly.
his tongue licked your bottom lip and you allowed him to slip his tongue in your mouth to mesh with yours. you didn’t know how you were managing to keep quiet because elvis was making you want to scream.
elvis pulled away, “gotdamn, you sure know how to kiss.”
“me? el, you literally took my breath away.” your hands rubbed his cheeks and pecked his lips, knowing that if you went in deeper, you wouldn’t come out. “i promised my momma i’d let you leave at a reasonable time so as much as i don’t want you to leave, you gotta go, baby.”
“man, my own love kicking me out. see, if we lived together in our own place, i’d stay in your arms as long as i wanted.”
“my own love.” was the thing that stuck with you the most.
you and elvis were never together like a couple but you definitely did things that couples did, especially when you were younger. the kiss that you and elvis shared as older adults made you wonder where you really stood with him.
you figured you probably shouldn’t dwell on it too much because you didn’t want to get the very wrong impression, even if you felt deep down that he liked you.
regardless, you moved on with your life and helped your mom with mending some clothes, a little side thing you did with her to make a little bit of money. she had asked you a few times about elvis but you hadn’t known much other than what you’d see on TV.
he looked like he was enjoying his life and you were happy for him.
the next week you found yourself back in the four walls of club handy, this time with a date who you actually enjoyed the presence of. terese was dancing on the floor to the new artist, little richard, who was making the whole building jump and jive.
“you wanna dance a little, y/n?” your date had asked you. “i can tell you like the music.”
“uh, yeah. i’m just not sure i can keep up with the music.”
“let’s just try,” he grabbed your hand. “c’mon.”
you allowed him to dance with you to the sound of little richard scatting. you actually did want to dance so badly, but with elvis. he was the only one who could actually keep up with you and the only person you really wanted to dance intimately with.
your date was a good dancer but he was no elvis.
while the music was still going and you were still dancing, you saw a crowd gather by the entrance of the club and a few regular-looking bodyguards making sure everyone was out of the way. you heard people shout out the one person's name who's been on your mind constantly and shook your head in laughter.
b.b. king made his way down to the mess of the dance floor and maneuvered his way through to get to elvis, finally freeing his from the mass of people and into a corner table.
elvis hadn’t seen you yet but you know terese saw him and made her way towards you and your date. “there he is, y/n.”
you rolled your eyes. “so? terese, i have a date tonight.”
“uh, huh. and you and elvis have some things to talk about, no?” now you wondered if telling terese about how you kissed elvis was a good idea. she usually just heard things and ran with them. you wouldn’t even be surprised if she told half the town by now.
you shot an apologetic smile towards your date and grabbed terese’s hand and led her to an empty table. “listen, you can’t say that stuff when i’m around a date! it’s so disrespectful.”
“so, it’s not like you even like him. you started eyeing elvis all the way up when he walked in.”
“that’s not even true, terese, you know that.”
“shoot, might as well be.” she saw you roll your eyes and giggled. “girl, at least talk to him. it’s not really far he left you hanging like that.”
“we ended on a mutual note, he didn’t leave me high and dry.”
“but i know you saw him on the tv. just admit you’re a little mad he left and didn’t bother calling.”
terese did have a point, even if she formulated it all by herself. elvis could’ve called or sent a letter in his between time. you just figured he would when he got the chance.
“ok, i’ll talk to him later.” you sighed standing up. you looked in the direction of elvis’ table and already saw him standing as well, making direct eye contact with you. “or now.”
he smiled a little when he looked at you, quickly trying to find his way through the heavy mass of people dancing to the singer on stage, a new kid sister rosetta thornton found. terese instantly snapped her eyes on him and left you to be swept off your feet again.
when he finally reached you, you didn't look up at him, you stared straight into his chest. "my eyes are up here, little lady."
you set your eyes up to meet his, “hello. nice to see you again.” you bit your lip shyly as if you hadn’t known elvis practically your entire life.
“hello to you too. how have you been, it’s been a while since we’ve talked."
"it has. i've been good, going to work and minding my own. how about you?"
he smirks a little at your response, thinking you were trying to take a jab at him even though you really didn't mean to. "you know, doin' a little singin' here, goin' on a few television shows. nothin' real special."
"hm, that's good for you. i'm glad you're happily doin' what you love." you nodded as the vibe of the music started to shift into something more slow. you saw couples all around attach themselves to each other and sway their bodies to the music.
you also saw your supposed date grab the hand of another girl and lead her to the dance floor. i mean, you can’t blame him. even if though he was a really nice boy, you and him probably weren’t going anywhere after tonight so you’re kind of glad he took matters into his own hands.
“well,” elvis somehow got closer to you and you hadn’t even notice. “seems like your date ditched ya.”
“that’s hardly what i’d call it.” you retorted.
elvis let out a sexy, breathy chuckle, “yeah, alright, love. however, i’m just itchin’ to get on the dance floor, care to going me?” he holds out a soft hand and you look at it. this could be dangerous.
but do you really care? no.
and that’s how you found yourself in elvis’ warm embrace, swaying back and forth to the very soft music floating through the air of the club. both of you said nothing, just basked in the moment because you knew it was going to be gone in a flash.
you wouldn’t know the next time you’d see elvis and he doesn’t know the next time he was going to be able to break away from his schedule to even think about calling you up. elvis tried not to think about it so much and rather just think about how he will be able to have you living in the same house with him, sleeping under the same sheets, and having his kids even.
but sadly, just as the music and the thoughts started - it all ended and you pulled away all too quickly.
“that was nice.” you muttered, looking around at the people kissing their partners and wondered if anyone had seen you and elvis. you doubted it since everyone was so into their partners but couldn’t help but wonder.
“it was, thank you for giving me that dance, doll.” he leaned into to you give you a kiss on your forehead before he glanced at the clock flashing 11:48 on it. elvis internally sighed, “and as much as i really hate to do this, i’ve got to go.”
you nodded your head, you couldn’t even look up at him, “that’s fine, you’re busy and you need good sleep. it’s alright.” you turned around to go and look for terese but elvis stopped you.
“but, i promise to call you, i’m serious.”
“elvis, i’m not going to be mad if you can’t call. i understand how busy you get and you can forget about some things. it’s alright.”
“no, i’m making a promise. a promise i want you to hold me to it.” he looked directly into your eyes and held your waist in a gentle but firm. for some reason, his blue eyes compelled you to agree. so you nodded your head and he planted a sweet kiss to your lips and vanished.
he was going to be the death of you, you were sure of it.
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hii can you do austin and the reader kissing in the car and jt was their first kiss as the paparazzi captured the kiss
hii, love and yes i can;
extra notes: do i love this, no, is it bad, yes.
“so, what are we having for lunch, baby.” austin turned to you whilst driving, placing his hand on your thigh.
this will have been you and austin’s fourth date, if you count going to the met gala together as a date, and you and him both decided that fancy dinner dates weren’t your cup of tea anymore.
“i don’t know, i’m in the mood for some pho but i don’t think there are any restaurants around here..” you typed away on your phone, trying to find some unknown/mom and pop type restaurants where you and austin could get some peace away from the paparazzi.
knowing of austin’s obvious profession, it was noted by you that you’d run into some paparazzi trying to capture every single step that austin took. he was nervous that you’d feel uncomfortable with everything and you just brushed it off and told him, “they just better get my good side.”
“i think there’s a good italian restaurant close by, we could go there?” he asked you, eyes focused on the road but he was hyper focused on you.
“sounds good.”
after you and austin had your very delicious meal of italian cuisine, you both decided to take some dessert to go—or for you, to eat in the car.
it was still relatively light out since it was seven o’clock in the evening so austin let you indulge in the passenger seat of his car. “wait which one is that? it looks good.”
“i told you it would probably look good, but i’m not sharing.” you giggled at austin looking at your to-go box of panna cotta. “eat your tiramisu.”
“yeah, yeah. but i want a bite of yours.” he leaned closer to your side of the car and went to intercept your spoonful of dessert. you laughed and let him take a bite and he hummed in satisfaction. “hm, better than i imagined.”
“you’re ridiculous,” you laughed again. “you now owe me a bite of tiramisu to compensate.”
“well, come and get it.” he got a good amount on his spoon and you leaned over so he could feed it to you. you happily accepted and started to lean back in your seat. “wait, don’t move.”
“what happened?” you swallowed the food in your mouth.
“nothing, i just wanted to do something.” he leaned the rest of the way to meet your lips and capture them in a quick kiss. “corny, i know, but it was fitting for this moment.”
your eyes widened a little. you and austin never had your first kiss, just cheek and neck kisses here and there. “i can’t believe you pulled a hallmark movie cliche!”
he laughed, “it was worth it.”
“hey, austin. come here.” you heard footsteps jog into the living room where you sat on the couch. “come look at what tmz posted.”
“oh, god.” he made his way to you and sat down. looking at your laptop screen he could see photos of you and him riding in the car together and holding hands going into and out of the restaurant from last night. “wow, they got your good side everytime.”
you chuckled. “that’s not even the best part.” you scrolled down and there was a photo of the sun setting behind a parked car. looking closer austin could see you and him sharing a kiss. “the best way to remember something is to photograph it, huh?”
LET’S PLAY HOUSE. | austin!elvis x black!reader (part 4)
notes : “elvis wants to play house with you, if you know what he means.”
extra notes : idk why i thought i had the draft for this already made so yeah. this was also longer than i anticipated and it’s probably shitty but hey, i was trying my best to get this out on schedule, enjoy !
“seems like she’s still awake, the kitchen light is still on.” you took elvis’ hand that he held for you to take and stepped out of the car. “oh, and thank you for dancing with me, i enjoyed myself.”
he looked down and smiled at you, “of course, i enjoyed you.”
you smiled back and walked up towards the walkway that lead to your home. it wasn’t big and fancy, just a couple of bedrooms, a family room, a nice kitchen, a couple of bathrooms, and staircase which led to the bedrooms.”
you had moved here with your mom when you were about 14 and have been here since. she was able to buy it in a rather nicer black neighborhood with the money she saved up so she was very proud of it.
you unlocked the door to the home and called out to your mom, “momma, i’m back! and i brought a guest!”
she yelled back, “girl, stop yelling. i told you better.” you shook your head and laughed.
“sorry.” you replied and turned to elvis, “you can take your shoes off and leave them by the door. no one will steal them.”
he chuckled at you. “wouldn’t worry about that, unless you wanted ‘em then, i’d be a little worried.”
“y/n, come help me with this cornbread, hurry.”
you walked towards the direction of the kitchen and gestured for elvis to follow. “momma, greet the guest.”
she turned around and looked taken back at the 6 foot white man with slicked back hair and a pink lace shirt standing in her kitchen. “y/n, who’s this?”
“elvis, momma. you remember him.”
she looked at you, “baby, i remember a shorter, scrawny white boy with blonde hair.”
elvis and you both chuckled. “hello, ma’am, it’s been a minute.” his voice was deeper so that made her widen her eyes. “you look as good as ever, ms. l/n.”
she took him in for a second before rushing over and giving elvis a big hug, “my, look at you. you’re so grown!”
you knew your mom secretly had love for elvis like he was her son or nephew: she was always making sure he was on his best behavior, making sure he had some nice sunday clothes, or was fed and his mom too. “okay, momma, don’t choke him.” you smiled.
they pulled back from their hug and she was smiling big. “goodness, your hair. i’m gonna miss the golden hair but you look just as good.”
“thank you, ma’am.” he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “do you need any help with anything?”
“well, i was just about to put everything away but you can help y/n with the cornbread, i know it was your favorite.” she smiled and turned back to the sink to clean whatever was in there.
you looked at the pan of already made cornbread and saw the bowl of glaze on the table beside it. “come on, elvis, you can spread it on.”
he picked the bowl up and the little food paintbrush and started to spread the glaze on. he had a content look on his face, he actually enjoyed things like this. domestic things. it reminded him that after all the fame washes away, he’ll still have little things like this with you—even if he won’t get to see you as often.
your mom told you to get the other pan of cornbread that just finished baking out of the oven so elvis could put the glaze on that one as well. “here, el.” you placed the pan cautiously down.
“el.. haven’t heard that one in a while, love.” he smiled and looked at you from the corner of his eye. “forgot how much i loved it.”
that statement made you blush, or rather your body heat up with the way he spoke.
when did his voice get so deep?
why does it make you feel a certain way? the way you felt when you were a little girl with a big crush on the pretty, skinny, golden hair boy.
you figured staying in your head wasn’t good and decided to come back to reality. your momma had finished prepping the food and put everything away. she even took a pan of the cornbread and wrapped it up so she could hand it to elvis on his way out.
“elvis, you did a great job. forgot how great of a helper you were.” your momma smiled up at him. “take this pan home to your momma whenever you leave and y/n,” she turned to you. “don’t keep him ‘ere too long. make sure he leaves at a reasonable time so his momma don’t get worried.”
you took a small glance at the clock above the stove and realized that it was only 11:33. “yes ma’am.”
she kissed you on your head and smiled and have elvis a hug one more time. “make sure you visit us more, baby. we’d love your company.”
he smiled and hugged her back just as tightly. “of course, ma’am. before i start going on the road more, i’ll be sure to come back. maybe bring momma too.”
your mom nodded and pulled back from the hug, bidding both of you goodnight and retired upstairs. you waited one more moment before you turned to elvis, “when did you start singing?” you asked, trying not to start an awkward conversation but you were sure you did.
he chuckled at you and walked over to stand in front of you. “i don’t know. it was like one day i was driving past a recording studio on my way to work, next thing you know i was singing in said studio, then, i was on stage scared out of my wits at the jamboree.”
“you preformed at a jamboree? when? i don’t remember hearing about this.” you had to raise your chin to look at him and another question flashed through your head: when did he get so tall?
you and elvis used to be the same height and when you were 14 you grew a lot more before you stopped when you turned a certain age. you weren’t super short but you were reaching that average to above average height. but elvis? oh god, his height made you almost want to drool.
“ah, it was the lousiana hayride. not the most welcoming folk at first, mainly the men.” when he stepped a little closer to you, he wrapped his hand around your waist. “the girls were different. just started hollerin’out of nowhere.
“hollerin’?” you raised an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”
“i’on know. but it was crazy. my buddies tol’ me it was because of the way i was movin’.”
now that you could understand. “have you seen the way you dance? it’s sexy so i think their reaction was reasonable.” you smiled.
“sexy, huh?” he smirked down at you and leaned a little closer. “i’m glad you find it sexy, baby, that’s what matters the most to me.”
a silence blanketed over the both of you and you were curious as to what was gonna happen next. it seemed like the only thing either of you wanted to do was just stare into each other’s eyes for as long as you could.
“i have a question,” elvis started. “and you can say no but, i’ve been waiting for a moment when i could kiss you. again, at least.”
you sucked in a quick breath, remembering the last time you kissed. it was a quick one, nothing special. you didn’t even think he’d remember it.
CHRISTMAS WITH THE PRESLEY’S | a Let’s Play House drabble
a/n: a peak into their future with their children on christmas day. this is short cause it’s a drabble and i wanted it out before christmas day ended! enjoy and i hope you had a very merry christmas.
days like this were always the best.
snuggled up with elvis at your side, a steaming mug of hot chocolate resting in both of your hands, the rising sun on the horizon signifies that it’s finally christmas morning.
you were waiting for your two sons to bust into the room, ready to open their presents—their many, many presents courtesy of their dad and his friends.
“our 5th christmas together, i love it,” elvis spoke after taking a sip of his hot chocolate. “wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“i sure hope not,” you teased. he smiled and kissed your shoulder. “so, what’d you get me for christmas?”
“i’m not telling you until we all open our presents, but i can give you a hint.”
“then gimme it.”
he chuckled. “it’s something you’ve been wanting for a good minute.”
you pondered his answer for a second, “elvis that could be anything. i’ve wanted almost everything i’ve seen.”
“then you’ll just have to wait.”
you were ready to say something else but then your bedroom door burst open and in poured two 4 year old boys, ready to see what santa bought them. “mommy! daddy! it’s time!”
“alright, boys,” elvis stood up from the bed. “let’s gon’ and see what you’ve got! coming, mommy?” elvis looks back at you still sitting on the bed.
