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‘Spirit Bag’ by La Lune (2025)

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Sammie:Plucks one string on his guitar

The ancestors:

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the comparison of the Irish experience to the Black experience, finding out that Remmick comes from a time when the Irish were colonized... while still acknowledging that he was able to use that privilege to escape the vampire hunters... and the first thing he did was un-racist those fuckers in the home he ran in to.

and the absolute juxtaposition of Sammie escaping the vampire hivemind with his life, only to go back home to the church where he is expected to give up the music of his life to assimilate into his father's church

FUCK

Ryan fuckin Coogler the man that you are

i'm not going to shut the fuck up about this movie

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Basic Training Masterlist (Peter Parker x Reader)

summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.

➥ Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, kidnapping, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, housewife kink, cop!Peter

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Drew Starkey as Human Torch

Why does this make so much sense though😭

10 reblogs and I may just cook something up for this

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Hello I never had asked/requested anything before I am not sure if this is how it begins? and I am so so sorry if this comes off rude and if it does come off as rude I am sorry please ignore this, but can you maybe do an Alpha and Omega with yandere Alpha Austin Elvis x Omega Fem Reader? If you are comfortable, It can be anything from being his make up artist who is immune to his charms and just thinks he is being nice and funny not really seeing his true intentions until Elvis had enough being ignored and gets the reader to visit him in his suite and have a celebration drink after one of his late night performances and tricks the reader into drinking a drink that kick starts her heat where he bonds with her permanently biting her neck claiming her as his

Omg, so sorry for the LATE reply. I don't really use Tumblr all that well and didn't even receive a notification for this. You definitely did NOT come off as rude at all! I love this concept and I can definitely work on this while I wait for more votes on my poll for dark Rafe content!

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Hello! Thank you to all who loved my work Clipped Wings. I’d really appreciate it if you all could like, reblog and share. I’m thinking about tapping more into Dark! Rafe, but I’d be interested in hearing what my viewers would like to see.

Link to my other Dark! content

Double Trouble: a Dark! Elvis and Dark! Twin Brother! Jesse x Reader Story

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Clipped Wings

Dark!Rafe x Reader

You had been dating Rafe for a few weeks now and noticed some odd behavior. One day, when the truth of his sanity comes to light, you’re taught just how hard it is to get out of Rafe’s clutches.

Warnings: Dark! Rafe, non-con, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, slight dumbification, forced marriage, controlling husband, stepfordization (technically?), sexual and psychological torture, freeuse kink at play, minors dni

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Word count: 2.8k

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And in a sudden moment, your legs felt like heavy cinder blocks. You’ve been running in the woods for ages, never once taking a moment to stop and hold your breath. It’s been close to 15 minutes of continuous running, and you just started getting tired. You found yourself both cursing and giving him props for giving you the advice to work more on cardio and core or else he would have found you by now.

“Come on y/n…” you heard him in the woods. He was close…

…too close.

“If you come out now I won’t be as mad,” he said in a sinisterly sing-song voice that did nothing but evoke shivers down your spine.

You started to tread lightly, any snap or any step out of place and it was all over. Faster than you could even react, you were whipped around and you were face to face with ocean blue eyes that pierced right into your soul. Rafe smirked, “Gotcha”.

His iron grip was held during the entire trek, nearly dragging you back to his car with the long strides he took. He placed you into the passenger seat, and before he could close the door, your right foot attempted to connect with his face. While you were quick, he was quicker, he caught your lower leg before it could make contact.

He quickly turned it in a way that caused a quick second of severe pain, it was like he was hitting a pressure point. Upon impact, you yelled as loud as you could so that someone--anyone--could hear you. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk, “That’s it princess,” he said sinisterly, he knew your attempts were futile. “We’re in uncharted territory, no one can hear you from here.”

You slouched your arms, you felt hopeless. Your phone was dead, and even if it wasn’t, no satellite signal reached the uncharted territory of the island. You tried thinking of other ways To escape, but before you knew it, a cloth was on your mouth and nose. “Take it all in sweetheart. Remember that it was. You who brought us to this point…” he said to you as your vision started to darken and your eyes grew heavier. Your limbs felt jumbo and as you fought to stay awake, he just applied more pressure to the cloth you were breathing in.

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You wake up in a dark room, your vision was groggy and you didn’t haven’t much feeling in your limbs yet. You heard someone coming out of the bathroom, and quickly made out Rafe’s shape. You pretended to fall asleep and he sat next to you in bed, your body went rigid. “I know you’re up baby,” he said with his eyes piercing through you. You could could feel his lingering gaze roam your body, and if you weren’t so concentrated on keeping your breathing even, a shiver would have accompanied his statement. He exhaled, “I can either take it from you like this, or you can wake up and cooperate” he said, irritation growing in his voice.

You didn’t move.

He waited a few more seconds and then huffed, “Fine, have it your way then”. You opened your eyes slightly and he moved a bit closer to you placing a syringe to your arm. You started to panic, “W-wait Rafe no!”

But it was too late. He quickly injected it in your arm, and if you couldn’t feel your limbs before, they felt like jelly now. He sighs in satisfaction, “There we go, I say use this as a time to think about what you did earlier. Actions have consequences y’know y/n. Don’t they?” He said in a condescending manner. When you didn’t answer him, he quickly flipped your frame ove and spanked you, hard. “What did I just say?” You whimpered, “Yes,” you slurred. He spanked you again, “Yes what?”

You swallowed, you were not surviving this night easily. “Y-yes daddy”. You say in defeat. He made an animalistic groan once you said that, and being to furiously take off both yours and his clothes. “I wanted our first time to be special y/n,” he starts, taking off your shorts, a tear threatens to escape your eye, “but something tells me you like it rough”. You whimpered again when you could feel him struggling to take off your panties. The thickness of your thighs and the friction of the fabric made it harder for him to get it off. You heard a loud ripping sound, and saw your panties go the other direction. “P…please Rafe…” you tried to say, you were trying to wake your head up to almost no avail. He leans down, trailing kisses on your backside, “Don’t worry beautiful,” he unbuckles his pants and you hear them drop to the floor, “you’ll enjoy it”.

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He pressed his tip to your folds, and you can feel the smirk oozing off of him, “My baby’s excited isn’t she?” Your body had betrayed you, and your folds were slick with anticipation. Before you could even register his sentence, you felt him pound into you with excessive force. You cry out as he continues pumping into you. He exhales, “You feel so tight y/n, so tight and so right for me,” you could barely formulate words and only managed to get out sounds, “Mgskghdj fhdh”.

Rafe’s cock was as big as his ego—and Rafe has the biggest ego on the island. He filled you in a way you didn’t even know was possible and the pleasure he brought you from stretching you out started to have you in a blissful state. You didn’t know if it was the drugs or the dick that had you feeling good, but your body has never ever felt this good. After a few more strokes, you found yourself entering a much more docile and submissive state (maybe it was the drugs taking over, or you had chalked it up to your body succumbing to pleasure as a survival instinct). Your eyes crossed from the pleasure, and he used one of his arms to make you look up at him while the other played with one of your nipples. The extra stimulation was sending you over the edge as your brain felt like it had been switched off.

“That’s right y/n,” Rafe said, looking down at your complacent face, “don’t fight it. You wanna make daddy happy right?” You babbled a few incoherent words and were met with a slap to the face. This made you clench around him even more and you answered him, “Yes daddy”. He chuckled at you, “Looks like I’ve fucked my girl stupid, hm? My dumb baby making a mess on my cock”. You babbled a few more incoherent words with the grunting in his ear, he started muttering, “you’re only mine” and “this pussy belongs to me” “anyone who tries to take you from me is a dead man”. He used the hand that was playing with your tits to choke you, this caused you to clench on him even more and you could feel yourself about to cum. “Daddy wait I can’t take it anymore,” the pressure was building up inside you, but Rafe didn’t let up, “yes you can,” he growled while pounding into you even faster. You tried to lift an arm to hold him back, but all he did was laugh at your attempt, moving the arm out of the way and smacking your ass in the process. “I’ve waited so long to finally put a baby in you,” he wildly grins, “bearing my child so I can be a great father and provide for our family. Everyone on the island will know exactly who you belong to then”. You tried coming back to your senses, “N…no” you said, still in a daze. “Yes y/n, you’re gonna look so good filled with my babies, they will be heirs to the family company and have Cameron blood running through their veins”. You could feel his cock pulsing and knew he was close. “Please Rafe…not…inside!” You choked out as he went back to choking you. “A wife needs to shut the fuck up and know her place,” he said, pushing your head into the bed and placing your hand there to make you stay. He then exhaled as ropes of cum began to fill you up. You both orgasmed at the same time, and he thrusted a few more times as you came down from the high you just experienced.

Tears fell, you sniffled and laid there, wishing you were in another place but Tannyhill, wishing you were out of Rafe’s reach. He got off of you and pulled you close to him, “Good girl,” he said, placing kisses along your back before falling asleep.

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Four Weeks Later

You stared at the positive pregnancy test. This was the third box you’ve done, but you knew it was futile to try and live in denial.

You were having Rafe Cameron’s baby.

You haven’t left Tannyhill since that night, Rafe took your phone and texted your family that you’ve been staying at Tannyhill due to helping Sarah while she’s sick (while she wasn’t sick, she’s been off the island for a while, so the lie would stick for the time being). Your hands trembled as you were ready to break into a fit of tears, just then, you heard Rafe come into the house. You wiped your face and tried hiding the tests in the sink cupboard. “Y/n!” He called out for you, you hurriedly ran to him, plastering a fake smile on your face. “Good afternoon daddy,” you greeted him with a kiss. This was how you were expected to greet him every time he returned to the house, and if you didn’t, there were consequences that you knew all too well you wouldn’t want to go through again.

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3 Weeks Ago

You lashed out at Rafe for keeping you confined in the house with refusal to let you go. At dinner, you threw your food onto the floor, he swiftly got up and made his way over to you. He pulled your hair back and forced you to look up at him. “So you want to be a bad girl tonight? Fine, I’ll show you what happens when you want to disobey daddy’s rules”.

He spanked and fucked you mercilessly the entire night, and made sure his load stayed in you even after he was done by inserting a butt plug. He made you wear it around the house, especially since it vibrated, and was controlled on an app through his phone. Any time you misbehaved, he punished you by using it. There were extended times he would spend “re-educating” you back to living a “proper kook life”. He would make you repeat, rules, mantras, and statements. By the end of the day, you knew them like the back of your hand, but it wasn’t just one day though, it was multiple.

Rafe was slowly breaking you down and building you back up.

He wanted to mold you into something of his own creation. He wanted you obedient and docile, and available whenever he wanted. Slowly but surely, that was what he was getting.

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Present

“How’s my girl doing? Hope you didn’t miss me too much” he says kissing you back whilst holding you in his arms. “I tried not to,” you lied. “What’s for dinner tonight?” he asked. One of the other rules was that you were tasked with making breakfast, lunch and dinner. He was a bit early today and you got caught up with the pregnancy tests. “Salmon,” you said, “I was going to pull out the Cheval Blanc from the wine cellar”. He hummed in response and you noticed how he hadn’t let go. “But then again, it wouldn’t really be wise for a mother-to-be to be drinking…correct?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, not knowing what to say. “You think I wouldn’t notice you delivering pregnancy tests to a house full of cameras y/n? You deserved to be punished just for thinking so stupidly”. His grip on you tightened and you felt pain in your lower back. You instantly started shaking your head, “No Daddy wait—” he grabbed you by the neck and pushed you against the wall, applying more pressure to that area as he spoke. “When are you gonna understand y/n, you’re mine and mine only. No one can take you or that baby from me. You can’t go to the police—I own the police, and if you try and step foot off this island, you will regret even thinking that idea was smart”. You clawed at his grip on your neck, “You and our baby are both Camerons, you will live in this house like a good housewife and take care of our children. And if anyone on this island even tries to help you, they’re family will have a new member to bury…if I don’t burn their body first”.

Children, he said.

He was going to do this to you more than once.

“The faster you learn your place, the better. Do we understand each other?” You nodded your head, barely any air for you to try and speak through the chokehold. He let you go and you slid to the bottom of the floor. “And y/n?” He knelt down to your level and picked your chin up,, “If you do anything that will jeopardize our baby, I can promise you that there are fates far worse than death. I have no problem with us starting the process over and over again”. He said before dropping your chin and leaving. You cried silently to yourself, but not loud enough to hear so that Rafe wouldn’t get worked up again. You put a hand to your stomach and sighed. something broke in you that day, and that piece of you that broke is something you’d probably never get back. You were going to carry out this pregnancy, for you knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t.

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1 Year Later

It was evening time, you were washing the plates after cleaning the kitchen, your son was fast asleep. As you were drying the plates, you felt a pair of hands come behind you, snaking their way to your waist. “The beautiful Mrs. Cameron”. He said proudly, you smiled at him. Rafe worked to make the wedding happen as fast as possible. Your parents were surprised and shocked that you never told them you were engaged, especially to THE Rafe Cameron. Everything was perfect and the day breezed by and you found yourself getting fucked by your newlywed husband at the end of it. The giant rock on your ring finger only further established his ownership of you, as the inside of the ring had the last name Cameron and the family crest there.

“Good evening daddy, I hope you enjoyed dinner,” you say as he places a kiss on your cheek. “I always enjoy your cooking. I felt the need to reward you for your good behavior”. He smirks, lifting up your dress. He pushed you back a bit as you automatically spread your legs, you knew the drill. Rafe had access to you at all times, whether it be in the morning or evening, bathroom or kitchen…whatever and wherever he wanted, it happened. He always had the final say, and you could only agree. You knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t. You were already wet and he plunged into you, fucking you at a steady pace while you tried continuing with the dishes. He grabbed and fondled you anyhow and everywhere on your body, and you let him because you felt your mind starting to float away. Through Rafe’s re-education, you were the perfect Kook housewife, you never spoke out of turn, always followed the rules and you never talked back. Every time he would use you, your brain always seemed to turn off, and the mantras that he forced you to memorize would play back in your head like an audio recording. You could feel he was close, “Tell me to cum in you,” he demands. You look back with pleading eyes, “Please cum in me daddy, I need you to breed me with your seed so bad baby”. You felt so docile and obedient in this position, taking cock and fulfilling your domestic duties. It felt so right to do as your husband says, to serve all of his needs and let him use you. You were a babbling mess again and he just chuckled at you, “Such a dumb bitch,” he said as he pumped you with his cum. You bobbed your head along, and as he came in you, your mouth watered as you began to get on your knees to taste him. You loved tasting him, it felt right to kneel down and choke on his cock, even if it made did you choke.

Before you could get the chance to put his tip on your mouth. Your son was crying from the nursery. Rafe lifted you up, “You get cleaned up, I’ll take care of him”. And with that you obeyed,

because you knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t.

Please let me know how I did! I lowkey miss writing dark content. Also, please take the time to vote on this poll xx

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Is a Dream a Lie If It Don’t Come True (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: Your new job at the Memphis Evening Observer is the breakthrough you’ve been looking for after years of dead-end jobs. You strike up a friendship with Elvis, a handsome and charming man you meet at a nearby park during your lunch breaks. As you work more closely with the paper’s crime reporters, your eyes are opened to the dangerous aspects of Memphis you’d been blissfully unaware of. Good thing Elvis is looking out for you, right?

Note: Based on an anonymous request for a non-famous Yandere!Elvis AU. The reader is gender neutral, and no descriptors are used. I made up a name for the newspaper you work for, and I based the crime reporters on Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart. The title of this fic comes from one of my absolute favorite Bruce Springsteen songs, The River. Elvis is more of a “soft” yandere in this.

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as obsessive behavior, emotional manipulation, and stalking, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Mentions of sexual content that involves coercion but nothing explicit. Descriptions of violent crime, fighting, and feelings of anxiety and paranoia/being unsafe. Age gap (Elvis is in his late 30s, reader is in their 20s).

You woke up unreasonably early on the first morning of your new job, but you supposed it was better than waking up unreasonably late. Your first real office job, no longer in the throes of retail chaos was something you were undoubtedly excited for, yet your excitement quickly turned to anxiety as eight in the morning grew closer. Thanks to the typing skills you tirelessly practiced in your free time, you landed a job at a local newspaper, exaggerating your experience with the industry just a bit. You wouldn’t be a reporter, but in more of an administrative role, typing up whatever was asked and getting paid almost double what you used to make.

The first hour or so at the paper consisted of a whirlwind of introductions, and you knew you’d have to ask everyone for their names again at some point. Your new coworkers seemed friendly enough, even Hugh and Lara, the crime reporters, a husband and wife duo who spent the morning drinking black coffee while mumbling to each other about the weekend police reports. You sat in on the weekly staff meeting, trying to focus on what the editor-in-chief was saying and also what a fellow typist was whispering to you about the different people who spoke and topics that were discussed as the meeting proceeded. By the time you were on your lunch break, you felt like your brain was going to melt.

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It’s so hard being a writer sometimes because you can tell yourself over and over again that you’re writing for yourself, and yet you will always crave the interaction, you will always want to share, and for people to like the thing you put your heart and soul into. It’s just hard when you can see the numbers, and the constant comparing, having the self-doubt and wondering why you even bother trying when there are people much better than you.

All you can do is keep reminding yourself that it’s your story to tell, and no one else can tell it like you. You love it, and there are others out there who will love it, too, and the numbers absolutely do not reflect your worth or your storytelling.

You’re incredible, and you’ve got to keep writing because your story is worth telling.

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You and me, kid (Chapter 2)

Welcome to the land of the undead.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader (can be Austin!Elvis as well)

Word count: 5347

Warning(s): Blood blood and BLOOD, mentions of death/murder, reader is stubborn asf, mentions of smoking/cigarettes, crying, heightened emotions, vampire shenanigans.

Author’s note: well well well, hello little sinner ;). This chapter is kind of all over the place, since reader is transitioning from human to vampire and she’s feeling all sorts of things. Hope y’all enjoy! <3

Should reader be a baddie vamp, or one of the good ones? Let me know what you think, darlin’s!

Have you read Part 1 yet?

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‘‘Don’t underestimate the allure of darkness, even the purest hearts are drawn to it.’’

With the sun rising and pouring heat down upon sin city, Elvis stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows in his suite. He watched as drunk people stumbled out of hotels and casino’s, being replaced by tourists and locals who were up and ready to start their daily routine. For a creature that was considered to be nocturnal, he enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his face, making him look even more ethereal than usual. He looked down at his left hand, twirling the golden ring that adorned his pinky finger around a little. The black star sapphire stone that sparkled proudly in the sun rays had been spelled by a witch not long after he was granted immortality ─ his day light ring. He wasn’t able to set foot outside of the door during the day without it and while that was something that bothered him in the beginning, he was used to it by now. He never took the ring off, not even in the shower. Elvis was fairly young in vampire years, only having been turned five years ago. He was clueless as to who his maker was, but he was grateful that he was given a second chance at life. The fact that he now had to survive on human blood and carried the instinct to kill with him was something he’d forever be in turmoil with. The longer it took for you to wake up, the more guilt started to creep into his veins. Once you would be the same as him, you would carry that same instinct with you. It was going to become part of your nature, it was going to be all you could think about at times and with the heightened emotions, it was going to take a lot of work and will power to deal with that. He had absolutely no idea if you were up for the task and that terrified him.

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You and me, kid (Chapter 2)

Welcome to the land of the undead.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader (can be Austin!Elvis as well)

Word count: 5347

Warning(s): Blood blood and BLOOD, mentions of death/murder, reader is stubborn asf, mentions of smoking/cigarettes, crying, heightened emotions, vampire shenanigans.

Author’s note: well well well, hello little sinner ;). This chapter is kind of all over the place, since reader is transitioning from human to vampire and she’s feeling all sorts of things. Hope y’all enjoy! <3

Should reader be a baddie vamp, or one of the good ones? Let me know what you think, darlin’s!

Have you read Part 1 yet?

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‘‘Don’t underestimate the allure of darkness, even the purest hearts are drawn to it.’’

With the sun rising and pouring heat down upon sin city, Elvis stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows in his suite. He watched as drunk people stumbled out of hotels and casino’s, being replaced by tourists and locals who were up and ready to start their daily routine. For a creature that was considered to be nocturnal, he enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his face, making him look even more ethereal than usual. He looked down at his left hand, twirling the golden ring that adorned his pinky finger around a little. The black star sapphire stone that sparkled proudly in the sun rays had been spelled by a witch not long after he was granted immortality ─ his day light ring. He wasn’t able to set foot outside of the door during the day without it and while that was something that bothered him in the beginning, he was used to it by now. He never took the ring off, not even in the shower. Elvis was fairly young in vampire years, only having been turned five years ago. He was clueless as to who his maker was, but he was grateful that he was given a second chance at life. The fact that he now had to survive on human blood and carried the instinct to kill with him was something he’d forever be in turmoil with. The longer it took for you to wake up, the more guilt started to creep into his veins. Once you would be the same as him, you would carry that same instinct with you. It was going to become part of your nature, it was going to be all you could think about at times and with the heightened emotions, it was going to take a lot of work and will power to deal with that. He had absolutely no idea if you were up for the task and that terrified him.

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Double Trouble (Yandere!Elvis and Jesse x Reader) Part 3

Part 1  Part 2 

Word Count: 3.7k+

As tension grows in the International, y/n gains a lot more than she bargained for as her mundane life threatens to turn upside down. All it takes is a little push before things set off.

Warnings: dark content, mentions of misogyny, demonstrations of sexual assault If you are under 18, do not interact!

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“Y/n,” you heard your name faintly being called. Your eyes slowly opened and the room was dim again. You looked at who called your name and it was one of the twins. You blinked a bit more to get a look at them, it was Elvis for sure. With your time with the twins so far, you’ve gotten to know the ‘little details’ that differentiate them.

Jessie was left-handed, and always wore his best rings and his initials on his left hand, while he wore his watch and smaller jewelry on his right.

Elvis was right-handed, wearing his initials and best rings on his right hand.

If they were ever to take their jewelry off, their hair was a giveaway. Jessie’s stray bang went to the left side of his face while Elvis went to the right. Other than that, it was damn near impossible to tell them apart, but good on you for getting the subtle differences.

You yawned quietly and sighed, “It’s like sleeping on a cloud,” you said sleepily, it’s been a while since you got good sleep. Elvis laughed, “I wanted to wake you up that Jesse and I are going to rehearsal.” And that’s when you fully stood up. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself, ‘my shift’.

You jumped out of bed and rushed around to find your shoes. Elvis was a bit taken aback by the sudden movement, “Woah, what’s wrong?” He asked with concern. You were absentmindedly looking around the dimly lit room, “My shift,” you looked at your watch, “it started already,” you sighed, you were definitely getting fired.

“You’re not working today,” he stated. You looked at him perplexed, “What do you mean? I have to serve drinks tonight and I was supposed to be downstairs helping with the setup two hours ago,” you frowned. He stood up and ruffled your hair, “We talked to your manager, after you told us what he did,” his eyes darkened, “we were able to work things out with him. He’s giving you paid time off with holiday.”

You gasped, “Holiday pay? How’d you get him to do that?”

Elvis blushed at how big and wide your eyes got, they were brighter than the most precious diamonds. “Didn’t take much convincing,” Elvis turned back, “didn't take much to convince him right Jerry?” Jerry looked up from the tv to look at you both, “Not at all,” he said vaguely with a smile.

You made a mental note to ask him about that later.

“But I got in touch with the casino CEO and he’ll be fired before the weekend,” his tone was sincere. “Wow…thank you.” You said, tears brimming your eyes. You sniffled a bit, “No no no…” he said, cupping your hands with his face, “it’ll be all okay y/n”. All you could do was nod and you embraced him. You were glad to know that your manager was going to get fired for what he did to you and no doubt countless other women. “Well I guess that means you can see the show tonight,” Elvis said excitedly. You were about to match his excitement until you looked down. “I’m in uniform, I’d have no time to make it home and back in time and I doubt I even have something to wear.” Your posture slumped.

“I wanted to wait a bit, but I figured now is the best time for the surprise,” Elvis said, walking to his closet. He pulled out a box with a large bow on it, handing it to you. You scrunched your nose, “What’s this?” he booped your nose, “Only one way to find out,” he grinned.

Inside was the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. The inside designer tag read Chanel, and you nearly dropped the box. Shoving it towards Elvis, you shook your head, “Elvis I can’t take this”.

Oh how he wish he’d hear his name leave your lips all day, wishing you meant what you said another wa—

“Elvis?” you waved your hands in front of his face, it was as if he was trapped in a daze. He blinked himself back to reality, sighing. He looked back down at your small figure, “No,” he said. You furrowed your brows, “This is way too expensive! I’m pretty sure I have something at home I could—” he gave you the box again, this time with matching heels, “No. I already ripped the receipt so there’s no turnin back. Jerry ran out and got it for you when you were sleeping. I just hope it fits, we guessed your size by your work uniform.” He nervously scratched his neck.

You smiled at him appreciatively, “Thank you Elvis,” you said hugging him. Jerry made an obnoxious cough, “Ahem, how bout we thank the man that actually had to go get it?” He said jokingly. You ran up to Jerry too, “Thanks Jerry!” he ruffled your hair causing you to giggle.

You had bent over to hug him while he was sitting, you didn’t realize that your very short dress was exposing a bit for man’s imagination. Elvis could feel his pants tightening, he breathed in deep to steady himself and the wild thoughts he was beginning to have.

If it were any other man, Elvis wouldn’t have it, but since it was Jerry, he allowed it. He was the very few the twins trusted. He leered at your bent-over frame, letting his mind explore. Oh how he wished he could take you right then and there, but, he had to be patient.

He cleared his throat, “You can freshen up in the bathroom, I’ll be at sound check” he said. You made your way over to him, with a small pout, “Oh, okay then”. He grabbed your hand and kissed it, “I’ll see you soon,” he winked, making your smile return. He headed out of the door and you hurried into the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower, you changed quickly into the dress and marveled at yourself in the mirror. You looked so…put together. The way it hugged your curves in the right places as well as complimented your skin, you were in love. It was like being in a Cinderella movie. 

Coming back to the bedroom, you only saw a single woman in there. She introduced herself as Esmeralda, saying she was hired by the Presleys to do your makeup.  She smiled at you, giving you a firm handshake, “How do you do?” she shook.

During the whole makeover, she was showering you with compliments, saying how soft your hair was and how you should be a model. It really boosted your confidence and you couldn’t stop blushing.

Afterward, she handed you a mirror and you gasped, almost dropping another thing today. You looked beautiful, you honestly looked and felt like a goddess, your hair was done up in curls and she covered the bruises that were on your arm and neck. After a million thank yous, Esmeralda was out of the door and into oblivion. Jerry stepped in to escort you out.

Jerry came back inside the room in a different outfit, “You clean up well m’lady,” Jerry said in a British accent, bowing down. “You’re not too bad yourself, my lord,” you said in an accent, doing a curtsy. You guess both laughed and he opened the door, inside came a woman with a suitcase.

You both headed down the stairs, he wanted to ruffle your hair again but you dodged him, “I just fixed my hair Jerry!” you fake glared at him.

He dramatically rolled his eyes, mocking you, “Oh please, the wild look is gonna be in soon, I can feel it.”

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You both took to the back entrance to avoid the traffic. As you entered, Jerry pulled up two front-row tickets and handed them to security. Security took the tickets and led you to your seat, Jerry handed you a lanyard that wrote BACKSTAGE PASS. “Come backstage after the show, if you need anything, the rest of the guys and I will be back here”. He jogged to the backstage and you felt a little sad to be left alone.

A server came by you, and you recognized him, “Hey Mateo!” you said, “Woah, y/n? I almost didn’t recognize you! You look amazing!” He said, a rosy tint appearing on his cheeks.

You shyly looked down, “Thank you,” you twirled a piece of your hair. You had a crush on Mateo for the longest, he worked as a bar and kitchen server. After the shows, you both cleaned up the showroom, you guys would have endless talks about anything and everything. Lately, his touches on you would linger and he started to stare at you differently. Hopefully he’d make his move on you soon.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked. “Can I just get champagne please?” He nodded his head, “Anything to eat?”

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until he mentioned food. You were praying he couldn’t hear the groans your stomach were determined to make, “Can I get the shrimp and chicken Alfredo?” He wrote everything down while nodding his head, “Of course y/n, I got you.”

The way he said your name made your heart flutter, he was such a gentleman, and with the help of his boyish looks, he really made your heart skip a beat. ____________________________________

It was time for the twins to perform, and a drumroll started. You finished the rest of your champagne and made your way up to the front. They swaggered onto the stage and it felt as if everything around you ceased to exist. The crowd roared in applause and cheers, and the only thing they’ve done so far got on stage.

They made jokes and entertained the crowd until it was time for them to start performing.

To say they were terrific would be an understatement. They performed the shit out of the venue today, their stage presence was everything to watch. They synchronized their dancing with each other but the two had so much of their own personality in it. Elvis was the more outgoing, rebellious type. His dancing had more of a gaudy presence to it and he wasn’t afraid to be showy or over the top about it.

Jessie on the other hand was the opposite. He acted as the more secluded type but his dancing had that devious feel to it,just the right amount to lead someone on. While he  was a lot more reserved than Elvis, his musical ability made up for his mysteriousness, and this made all of the girls crazy for him. There were times he let loose too, especially during songs he enjoyed playing the most.

You knew that Elvis and Jessie would get close to the crowd of girls damn near clawing their way to the front stage. You couldn’t lie, you were up yourself singing along, trying your best not to get elbowed to death. They came stage right, and then stage left…and then to your side the middle. You felt your heart beat quicker, while there were many girls present, it was as if they were looking specifically at you.

Elvis and Jessie  started to do the infamous ‘wiggle’, and all of the girls went ballistic. Can’t even lie, your face started to heat up a bit and you let out a few screams. Elvis started to smirk and kept dancing, girls at this point were fighting their way to the front. Your body started heating up and you knew that you were most definitely tipsy.

The look you gave them…they could barely control themselves at that point. Jessie approached that side and--from the looks of it--shoved Elvis out of the way, dancing in front of you as well. The girls were getting more and more rowdy and were clawing their way to try and touch one of them.

The twins grabbed and kissed a few hands, laughed at a few panties and bras, and when Jessie was right in front of you, he looked ready to kiss your lips, but kissed your cheek instead. The song ended and they went into a slow song. You headed back into your seat and sat down, Mateo brought you bread rolls and napkins. You noticed that on one of the napkins, it said, “Meet me at the bar after the show. I’ll take you home too. --M” You smiled to yourself, folding the note.

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The show ended and you were sure your throat would be sore by tomorrow morning. You headed into the bathroom, dabbing at any makeup that was starting to oil your skin, and to get away from the traffic of people coming out.

After a while, you came out and went over to the bar. He was wiping a few glasses down and he looked up at you, “Hey y/n,”  Mateo grinned, you smiled back, “Hey Mateo”. You both sat at the bar, “You clean up nicely, but I thought you were working as a server tonight”. You sighed, “I got holiday paid time off, I don’t know how long for,” you shrugged. He raised his brows, “How’d you get that? I’ve been working here longer than you and the manager would laugh at me even trying it”, that made you giggle.

You were thinking in your head, contemplated on telling him. After a few beats, you decided to confide in him, I mean, what the hell? The manager was fired anyways and you trusted him. You told him when it first started, but left out how the Presleys intervened.

After a few tears and sniffles, you were finished telling him. Mateo kept a calm and understanding demeanor, nodding along with you and never interrupting. “Y/n…I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry this happened to you”, you tried to control your breathing so you didn’t cry your makeup off.

“Does Ada know--” you shook your head curtly, “No, I know she’ll try and murder him,” you say laughing to yourself, you both needed this job. Mateo shook his head, “I wish you would have told me sooner, I would have helped you. I’d hate for you to feel alone, y/n”. You sighed, “I’m sorry,” you yawned and looked at the clock. It was late, you were tipsy and tired and wanted to go home.

“Let me take you home,” he said, taking off his apron and throwing it in the back somewhere. You took the napkin back out, “You got a pen?” you asked him, he pulled one out. You took it in your left hand and wrote your home number. He looked surprised, “Woah you’re left handed, I never knew that”, you smirked at him, “Actually, I’m ambidextrous”. You handed him the napkin.

You guys headed towards the backstage/employee exit. As you were passing the stage crew, Mateo held onto your hand to lead you through the chaos happening. You heard your name being called--more like being yelled. “Y/n?! Y/N!!!” you heard one of twins called, he rushed over to you, it was Elvis. Mateo looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his skull, he was starstruck. “Elvis…” you say, a bit shocked. “Y/n…where have you been? I thought Jerry told you to come backstage after the show,” you raised your brows, you had completely forgot. “I’m so sorry, it honestly slipped my mi--”

“Who’s this?” he asked, his eyes flickered between the two of you and how close he was to you. He glared at Mateo, who was still holding your hand. “This is Mateo,” you said, Mateo brought his hand up for Elvis to shake, “Big fan, my family and I love your music”. Elvis gave him a tight lipped smile, but did not shake his hand. “You know how it is, I just got done performing, would hate for you to shake a sweaty hand,” he laughed, but his usual smile was absent.

It was an awkward silence between all three of you. “Mateo was actually about to take me home,” you say, trying to break the silence. Elvis’ jaw clenched, “Oh he doesn’t have to worry about that, we’ll take her”. You felt a bit uncomfortable, Elvis was acting strange, “It’s really not a problem, you’ve done enough,” you tried to reason. “Y/n…” he said with a threatening malice trickling off of the way he said your name, “...you know I don’t repeat myself,” he warned.

Mateo stepped up to him, not liking where this was going, “Hey man, she said she doesn’t want to--” before he could finish his sentence, Jerry and Red West of the Memphis Mafia came up to you all and pushed Mateo back. It startled you to say the least, Mateo tried pushing back but Jerry held his arms and Red West punched his stomach. “Jerry!” you yell, trying to intervene, but Elvis holds you back, “Don’t,” he says, holding your shoulder firmly.

Jerry digs into his pockets, pulling out a plastic bag and a pocket knife. “Taking her home huh? What’s this?” he waves in front of Mateo’s face. Jerry opens up the plastic bag to find roofies and cocaine. “I looked more into your manager, turns out he wasn’t the only one doing shit to employees,” Jerry says, glaring at Mateo. “He’d pay him to find girls and drug them up after work…he’s a piece of shit y/n,” Jerry finished, throwing him to the side. You were so shocked that you visibly gasped, you felt your heart had shattered, the one who you confided in was a deceptive serpent.

Mateo was shocked and looked at you, “Wait-y/n, I swear to you that isn’t m--” Elvis sucker punched him square in the face, knocking him out cold. “Go to hell you sonofabitch,” Elvis faced you and took you upstairs. He held a firm grip on your hand and you were a crying mess. You made it back to his room where Jesse was playing with his rings. He stood up, “Does she know?” Elvis nodded. Jesse sighed, “I’m sorry you found out this way, y/n. Jerry did more digging and we found all of this out last minute tonight before the show.

You gulped, “I…trusted him. I actually kind of liked him too,” you laughed foolishly. They sat you on the bed, caressing your arms, “You can’t trust anyone at this job,” Elvis stated, “Not even the people you find close,” Jesse finished. He handed you a glass, “Here, it’ll take away the pain,” he said. Without skipping a beat, you downed the whole glass, you paid no mind to what the burn of the whiskey was doing to your throat. You were starting to get drunk, but the pain was numbed, you couldn’t feel anything.

“It’s like I have no one…” you slurred your words. “You have us,” Elvis cooed, caressing the side of your face, his thumb traced your lips. “I hate this world…the pain is too much,” you rambled. “Let us take care of you y/n,” Jesse whispered, he gently placed a kiss on your neck.

Your faces were inches away from each other, the tension building up was suspenseful. You knew this was somewhat wrong, you were liquored up drunk in a room with two of the most famous stars in the world, both of whom you didn’t know much about. You knew you shouldn’t kiss him, but you weren’t thinking straight, his blue eyes boring into your own put you in a hypnotic trance.

Before you could object, Jessie kissed your lips gently. You gasped a bit and he deepened the kiss, his hands and Elvis’ roamed your body. Jesse laid you down and started to kiss the rest of your body. Elvis came up to your face and kissed your lips, he groaned at how soft your lips were and started to suck on your bottom lip. Jesse found your sweet spot on your neck, making you moan.

Elvis used this to his advantage and slipped his tongue inside, lightly playing with your breasts. You were now hot and bothered, you couldn’t take it anymore and you were for sure wet. Jesse lifted up your dress a bit, pulling down your panties. You felt the cold air on your vagina and looked down at Jesse, his eyes darkened with lust.

You started to gain a bit of sense, shaking your head, you parted your lips with Elvis’. “Wait, I don’t think that this—” before you could finish your sentence, Jesse plunged two fingers inside of you.

It has been a long time since you’ve touched—hell, since you’ve been touched. The instant pleasure surprised you and you could barely contain yourself. Elvis continued kissing you down your neck and chest, sucking one of your breasts. The stimulation was too much for you to bear as Jesse quickened his pace.

You could feel your stomach tightening, at this point you couldn’t control your moans or actions, Elvis’s kisses became rougher, more possessive. You were getting closer, Jesse and Elvis switched positions. This time, Elvis used his thumb to run circles around his clit while pumping his fingers inside of you.

You tried to move your legs away, but Elvis kept them in place with his free hand. Jesse went back to kissing your neck, whispering in your ear, “Who do you belong to?” he asked. You looked at him a bit confused. Trying to keep your eyes from rolling back, “What?” you whimpered. You were almost about to cum and your body started shaking. Jesse grabbed your neck, “I don’t ask twice y/n, thought you knew that,” he said sternly, “who do you belong to?”

Elvis slowed his movements down and you were now a wet mess. You looked back at him in disbelief and he smirked back at you, “Say our names baby,” he cooed, speeding up his movements a bit. You moaned their names one at a time, “Elvis and Jessie,” Jesse kissed your neck, sucking and biting it in certain spots this time. “Who do you belong to?”

You couldn’t take it anymore, “Elvis and Jesse!” You we’re yelling their names  at this point. Jesse kissed your lips after whispering, “Good girl,” his deep voice made you shiver under his touch. You finally came and Jesse eagerly devoured you. The stimulation was too much and you were ready to pass out. After making you cum again, you actually did.

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Author’s Note

Hey guys! I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love on Double Trouble! Part 3 got delayed longer than usual, and that is due to the fact that I am currently at the hospital for one of my family members. If you can, please keep me in your prayers. I hope to get Part 3 to you all soon!

—M🖤

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We love a good, angsty fanfic😌

*ೃ༄ Let Me Down Slowly

warnings: mild language, use of the word “colored”, implied smut, toxic relationship, yandere!elvis

pairing: 70s austin!elvis x black reader

word count: 1.6k+

her sobs echoed in the dark hotel room, shoulders violently shaking as she let out years of bottled up pain and sorrow.

she had reached her breaking point.

for the past eight years, she had endured all the drama that came with marrying america’s beloved elvis presley.

despite the termination of the jim crow laws in ‘65, their marriage in ‘68 would split his fanbase in half.

many of them were just plain disappointed that he was officially off the market.

others were so disgusted that out of all the women in the world, he had chosen her. a colored woman.

in the early stages it was okay. she could handle the rude comments being thrown at her because she had elvis right by her side through it.

at the end of a hectic and busy day elvis would hold her tightly and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. he prided himself in that he would protect her with every piece of him.

as the years went by, however, his career started to eat him away.

some nights he’d show up in the early hours of the morning and other nights he didn’t show up at all.

she knew deep down that the changes in his behavior weren’t her fault, but any time he’d raise his voice at her she couldn’t help but ask where she’d gone wrong.

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#austinxreader #ineedpart2 #loveyourwriting

*ೃ༄ Caught

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mild language, cheating, not historically accurate, slight yandere!elvis

pairing: austin!elvis x black reader

word count: 1.2k

a/n: gif is not mine

you stumble tipsily through the crowd of people in search of your boyfriend.

the colonel had convinced elvis that a “small” listening party would be good for publicity. he was still pretty soon in his career and needed to do everything he could to stay in the public’s eye.

“billy!” your words are slurred, a giggle falling past your chapped lips as you bump into the stunned male. he glances behind him with an etch of worry on his face but you pay no mind to it.

“(y/n)! what’s up?” the dark haired male’s voice is a pitch higher than usual, making you furrow your eyebrows at him. you watch as he nudges jerry, who seems to get the hint and runs off somewhere.

“have you seen ep? i-i’m sleepy…so sleepy.” as you speak, you nuzzle your head into the taller boy’s chest, your eyes fluttering shut, “tell him i wanna go home.”

billy soothingly rubs your back, his eyes nervously panning the crowd amongst you two.

it was normal for you and him to be this close but with so many prying eyes and cameras, he feared it’d be taken the wrong way.

“no, i haven’t seen him. he’s probably busy signin’ autographs or somethin’. i can take you home if you’d like.” the male tugs at your arm but you stand your ground, shaking your head.

“thanks but no thanks. elvis can take me. i j-just have to find him.” you remove yourself from his hold, pushing further into the crowd.

the drowsiness within you grows as you continue to trek through the group of fans and friends alike. waves of warmth spread throughout your body, causing tiny beads of sweat to form on your brow.

just as you are going to give up and go home by yourself, you catch sight of the raven haired man you call your boyfriend. a proud smile daunts on your face as you suddenly pick up your pace.

however, the closer you get, the clearer your line of vision is.

you stop a few feet away from elvis and the girl he was very obviously flirting with, your face contorting into one of disgust and distrust. you watch warily as he lifts an arm and brushes a strand of her hair out of her face.

his hand doesn’t leave the side of her face but instead caresses it. the words you so desperately wanted to say were stuck in your throat, leaving you to helplessly watch the scene unfold before you.

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Hello!!!!

I was wondering if you could do something where y/n is just as famous as Elvis. Maybe she also acts and has a intimate scene (like kissing) with her costar. How would he react. Would I be want her to quite acting?

you belong to me: yandere Austin!Elvis

{this is kinda short but I felt like it fit better than headcanons. I hope you enjoy this and it's close to what you wanted! the reader is referred to with she/her pronouns. disclaimer(s): typical behaviors that come with yandere content, toxic controlling behavior, manipulation, and abuse. I don’t condone any of these behaviors, this is strictly for fictional entertainment.}

it wasn’t wise to hide stuff from Elvis, (y/n) knew this but her passion for her craft clouded her vision, naively convincing herself that she could prevent him from finding out. the world forcing reality into her face as she watched the man’s tantrum destroy her small trailer the movie studio had provided while he yelled a stream of swears and words of betrayal. 

“I can’t believe ya’d do this to me! were ya just gonna not tell me and make a fool outta me?!” (y/n)’s trembling form flinched when he paused his tantrum to face her, words getting caught up in her throat as she tried to figure out how to deflect his anger off of her, all she could do was shake her head slowly and move her mouth like a fish out of water.

“ya love him? were all those tabloids right? you some cheap whore getting involved with your costar?” “no- Elvis baby it ain’t like that!” it only took two long strides for him to reach her, his hand grabbing at her jaw, the cold metal of his rings digging into her cheeks as he made her look at him “it ain’t?..leave the show then” “wh-what i-i can’t do that- if I leave it-it’ll ruin my career-“ his grip tightened around her jaw causing her to sound slightly muffled as she tried to ramble out a defense.

tears ran down her face, blackened with the mascara and eyeliner the makeup crew had put on her at the beginning of the day. she looked a mess, makeup and hair ruined from this ordeal. his blue eyes softened, like a switch flipped in his head allowing him to see her distressed state “oh darlin’..don’t cry” the sudden attitude switch was unnerving. Still, she had grown used to it, leaning into his hands slightly as he wiped the tears “I know it ain’t your fault baby, I shouldn’t blame you” his hands slid across her face, resting on the back of her neck as he placed a soft kiss to her lips.

“I’ll get them to take the scene out or-or get a stand-in for me” she sniffed out causing Elvis to give her a grin “thank ya darlin’..god the thought of someone else gettin to kiss ya it- it lights this fire in me. you’re my mine, understand?” she weakly nodded, eyes closing as she let him support her head, her eyelids tightening when he kissed her again “i love ya sweetheart” “I love you too” she didn’t need to see him to know that smirk of his was plastered across his face.