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wingzie · 1 month

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Jikook Timeline for 2023

3rd January

Run BTS! 2023 Special Episode - Next Top Genius Episodes 🐰🐥

13th January

Release of Vibe with Jimin and Taeyang🐥

18th January

Jimin flew to Paris for DIOR fashion show 🐥➡️

23rd January

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥⬅️

1st February

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

3rd February

Jimin Weverse Live🐥

Jungkook Weverse Live with Bam 🐰

10th February

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

11th February

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

14th February

Run BTS! 2023 Special Episode - Mini Field Day 🐰🐥

18th February

Taehyung posted photo of Jikook pose from Memories for Hobi’s Birthday 🐰🐥

28th February

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

3rd March

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

6th March

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

13th March

Jimin flew to New York for promotions 🐥➡️

14th March

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

17th March

Set me Free Part 2 Release 🐥

19th March

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥⬅️

23rd March

Jimin filmed for Jimmy Fallon 🐥

Jungkook on Weverse Live 🐰

24th March

Like Crazy Release with FACE 🐥

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

26th March

Jimin on PIXID 🐥

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

27th March

Jimin on Suchwita 🐥

Jungkook replied to Jimin’s post with “I miss you.” 🐰🐥

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

28th March

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

Jungkook’s profile was of Jimin on Weverse 🐰🐥

29th March

Jungkook on Suchwita for first appearance 🐰

Jimin FACE Special Live 🐥

30th March

Jimin on Mnet’s MCountdown 🐥

Beat Coin 🐥

'Choi Hwa-jung's Power Time 🐥

Jimin Fan Call Event 🐥

31st March

Jimin on KBS2 Music Bank 🐥

1st April

Jimin on Lee Mujin Service 🐥

2nd April

Jimin on SBS Inkigayo 🐥

Jimin on BE ORIGINAL 🐥

3rd April

Jimin Weverse Live for Top 100 🐥

7th April

Jungkook Weverse Live🐰

8th April

Jungkook flew to LA for potential CK adverts 🐰➡️

17th April

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰 ⬅️

18th April

Hobi Enlistment Date with Jikook hug 🐰🐥

24th April

Jimin flew to New York for Tiffany & Co 🐥➡️

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

6th May

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥⬅️

18th May

Release of Angel pt 1 with Jimin 🐥

23rd May

Jimin flew to London for a shoot 🐥➡️

24th May

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

27th May

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥⬅️

4th June

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

7th June

Release of Letter Live for Festa 🐥

11th June

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

14th June

Jungkook flew to LA 🐰➡️

15th June

Release of Angel pt 2 with Jimin 🐥

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

22nd June

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

25th June

Vminkook attend Yoongi concert with Jikook getting close 🐰🐥

29th June

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

4th July

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

12th July

Jungkook flew to New York 🐰➡️

13th July

Jimin flew to New York 🐥➡️

14th July

Release of Seven with Jungkook 🐰

Jungkook Weverse Live🐰

GMA performance 🐰

Jikook goes to Connecticut to start filming Are You Sure?🐰🐥

18th July

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥⬅️

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

19th July

Jungkook flew to London 🐰➡️

Jungkook at Elvis Duran The Morning Show 🐰

Jungkook at The Morning Show 🐰

20th July

Jungkook on Radio 1 Live Lounge 🐰

21st July

Jungkook on The One Show 🐰

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

24th July

Jungkook flew back to South Korea🐰 ⬅️

25th July

Jungkook on The Morning Mash Up' on SiriusXM’s Hit1 🐰

Jimin congratulated Jungkook on Insta for top 100 with Seven 🐰🐥

26th July

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

28th July

Jungkook on on Audacy Check In 🐰

Half naked live with Jungkook and Jimin in the comments 🐰🐥

30th July

Jungkook on SBS Inkigayo 🐰

30th July

Jungkook Weverse Live (twice) 🐰

2nd August

Jungkook posted first Tik Tok 🐰

3rd August

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

4th August

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

August 17th

Jungkook posted on Jimin’s TikTok dance 🐰🐥

31st August

Jungkook Weverse Live for Birthday🐰

1st September

Jimin posted Half naked Jikook post for Jungkook’s Birthday on Instagram 🐰🐥

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

5th September

Jungkook flew to LA 🐰➡️

6th September

Jikook find out that they were successful with buddy system??? 🐰🐥

8th September

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

12th September

Jungkook flew to New York 🐰➡️

16th September

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

21st September

Jungkook flew to New York for promotions 🐰➡️

23rd September

Jungkook at Global Citizen Festival 🐰

24th September

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

25th September

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

26th September

Jikook fly to Jeju 🐰🐥➡️

28th September

Release of 3D with Jungkook 🐰

28th September

Jimin clouds whale/shark post on instagram 🐥

29th September

Jimin posted about 3D on instagram (puriri) 🐰🐥

Jungkook in 'The Morning Mash Up' on SiriusXM’s Hit1 🐰

1st-3rd October

Jungkook on Stationhead mentioned Jimin several times 🐰🐥

4th October

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

6th October

Jungkook flew to LA 🐰➡️

10th October

Jungkook flew to South Korea 🐰⬅️

13th October

Jungkook on KBS2 Music Bank 🐰

Jungkook says he will message Jimin at 10:13am 🐰🐥

Jimin Weverse Live 🐥

14th October

Jungkook flew to Budapest for MV shooting🐰➡️

19th October

Jungkook somehow arrives in Japan for CK shoot 🐰⬅️

20th October

Jungkook Tik Tok Post 🐰

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

Release of Too Much with Jungkook 🐰

23rd October

Jimin Special Film and Production Diary Commentary and Jungkook joined🐰🐥

30th October

Special Talk Live with Jimin 🐥

3rd November

Release of Standing Next to You with Golden 🐰

Jungkook Weverse Live🐰

4th November

Jimin posted photos from Golden Release Party 🐰🐥

Jungkook appeared on Suchwita for second appearance. Mentions AYS 🐰🐥

5th November

Jungkook flew to New York 🐰➡️

6th November

Jungkook on Stationhead and Jimmy Fallon 🐰

8th November

Jungkook at Citi Concert Series with NBC 🐰

9th November

Jungkook with Zane Lowe 🐰 Jungkook Live at TSX 🐰

11th November

Jungkook flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

13th November

Jungkook on Audacy Live 🐰

15th November

Jimin filmed MiniMoni Episode 🐥

16th November

Jimin flew to Budapest 🐥 ➡️

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

17th November

Pasta dish and Jimin asked for some on Weverse 🐥

Jimin’s Stuck With You dance video 🐥

18th November

Fan call event with Jungkook 🐰

19th November

Jimin flew back to South Korea 🐥

20th November

Golden Live Concert 🐰

22nd November

Jimin filmed SGMB 🐥

23rd November

Jikook fly to Tokyo 🐰🐥➡️

Jungkook filmed for TBS’s CDTV 🐰

25th November

Jikook flew to Sapporo 🐰🐥➡️

Jimin posted photos from Japan on Insta 🐥

28th November

Jikook fly back to South Korea 🐰🐥⬅️

29th November

Jungkook flew to LA 🐰➡️

30th November

Release of Usher Remix of Standing Next to You 🐰

2nd December

Jungkook Flew back to South Korea 🐰⬅️

5th December

Tae, Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰🐥

8th December

Jungkook Weverse Live 🐰

11th December

Jimin farewell Weverse Live 🐥

Jungkook farewell Weverse Live 🐰 22nd December Jimin released Closer Than This 🐥

24th March 2024

Jungkook TikTok: “I see this now” on Jimin’s CTT video 🐰🐥

*This was requested and the original included links for everything.

** Dates may slightly differ due to time zones.

*** If I am missing anything, feel free to let me know.

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elviswhore69 · 3 months

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elvis fucking reader in missionary as she hugs her teddy bear 😵‍💫

A/n : I LOVE this request so so so much!! It's gonna be a short little one but it's something. I hope you like it I am still working on 3 stories rn and have 3 requests left to do and I have to make cover photos so it might take some time and i really do apologize for slacking lately but i promise to mske up for it. ENJOY!!!

LET ME BE YOUR TEDDY BEAR.

TW : light choking, making out, fingering, pinching (once.) , teasing, creampie, unprotected sex, cursing, masturbation (f), slight pain, and cum eating. (Reader licks her own cum off E's fingers)

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You had always loved stuffed animals even when you were a little kid of course. But when Elvis got you a teddy bear for the first time you met you were just over the moon about it. You slept with it, put it in your car, laid with it, took it with you on trips, and even dragged it around the house with you.

Elvis thought it was adorable the way you did that. He loves watching you love something so meaningless in his eyes. One thing he loved about you is that you love anything and everything and everyone. You are the most caring person he has ever known and he tells you all the time.

One night while you were home alone you found yourself so desperate and so needy for Elvis while he wasn't home. As you tried to go to sleep the best you could you clutched onto your teddy bear waiting for Elvis to show. You lay there thinking about Elvis. His tall lean body, his big hands, his face oh his gorgeous face, the way he grabs your waist and hoists your little body up just for a kiss, the way you can feel his co-. . . Before you know it you are slowly shutting your eyes all while drifting your hand down between your legs.

Your grip on your teddy bear becomes even tighter as you begin to rub your clit through your light pink panties. You moan quietly as you place your hand in your panties, feeling the wetness before sliding your finger up and down your slit gathering your wetness.

You lick your lips in anticipation before sliding your fingers into your pussy. As you begin pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy quicker and quicker you begin to moan louder and louder causing you to bring your teddy bear up to your mouth to muffle your sounds.

As you near your orgasm you start rubbing your clit at a fast pace causing your legs to close involuntarily and you to cry out into your teddy bear as you came, shaking uncontrollably until you heard a soft deep voice. "Y/n?" He questions. "Shit" you think. did he see me? You ask yourself before yanking your hand out of your panties and clearing your throat .

"E-Elvis your h-home!" You exclaim. "Hm. Yeah I am." He shrugs dramatically. " W-whats wrong Elvis?" You question as he begins to walk closer. "I don't know baby it's just that .. that I heard some things and maybe even saw some things but I'm not quite sure if they are true . I know my little baby wouldn't do such things without me hm.?" He said as he shoots a smile at you, watching your face blush.

" W-what are you talking about Elvis?" You breathlessly ask. Your head begins to spin thinking of all the things he could've seen. You rutting against your little hand? You moaning and whimpering into your teddy bear? You silently moaning his name? You feel light headed, like your going to pass out. You can't help but blurt out "Oh E! I'm so sorry p-please don't be mad! I just missed you so much! I couldn't h-help it I-" you begin to ramble relentlessly before her shushes you by placing his finger on your puffy pink lips.

"Oh no I ain't mad at ya doll. Just a lil jealous 's all." He says while looking at you, his expression softening lightly. "Jealous o-of what?" You ask quietly as you choke back tears. "Ah now don't cry ain't no need for that. I'm jus a lil jealous of that teddy bear.." he responds by grabbing the bear and slowly wiping your fallen tears with its paw. You giggle a little bit, sniffling while looking up at him.

He stares back at you admiring your feathers and the way a few stray tears slide down your pretty face. He stares at you thinking about all the dirty dirty things he can do to you. He can't take it anymore and finally cups your face in his hand as he slams his lips against yours in a rough kiss. You yelp, not expecting him to be so rough. He moves his hand down to your throat wrapping his hand around it and choking you gently.

He backs away from your face before looking down at your disheveled state. Your hair messed up, your mascara slowly running down your face , the tears, the puffiness of your eyes.. he loves it when you look like this. He looked down between your legs, covered by the blanket. He tries to move it before you quickly grab the blanket stopping him.

He smirks "Awh now what ya hidin from me baby?" He asks before quickly yanking the blanket off you causing you to gasp. He eyes your panties for a second licking his lips and shaking his head. "Sweetheart whats this?" He questions you. "N-nothing E, he got a little h-hot s' all.." you whisper.

"is that so?" He asks as you nod. He knows your lying. He silently stares at your panties for a few seconds before running his rough hands up your legs and on the inside of your thighs before rubbing your clit through your panties as he watches your leg gently twitch and your breathe become laboured.

His lip curls as he smiles widely. "Ya like that dontcha mama?" He questions. "Mhmm" you moan. Your eyes begin to close until they shoot open due to a sharp pain on your thigh. He pinched your thigh to get your attention. "I asked you a question." He says sternly. "Y-yes E!" You yelp. "Good girl.." he praises before slipping his hand into your panties.

"So wet huh?" He asks. "J-just for y-your Elvis.." you say softly. He slides his finger between your folds, collecting your insane amount of wetness before circling your entrance for a minute. He watches as you squirm about on the bed before sliding his wet digit into your hot heat causing a sharp moan to escape you. Your face contorts into pleasure, your eyes shut, your brows furrowed, and your mouth open.

"Mmm, that feel better than your hand baby?" He asks teasingly knowing it does. Everything always felt better when Elvis did it, it was the truth. "Uh hu-" you begin before being cut off as he curls his fingers harshly. Your body tenses as your legs shake and your eyes widen as if you've seen a ghost. "Elvis!" You moan as you cum.

"Oh baby look at the mess you made on my fingers..." He teases yet again as he holds his hand up to your face before tapping your lips signaling for you to open your mouth. You hesitate before opening your mouth, taking his fingers in gratefully, swirling your tounge around his fingers before gently pulling your head away with a *pop!*

You watch as Elvis stands up from the bed, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, smirking at you as he knows how turned on it gets you to watch him undress. You always thought of it as like opening a present on Christmas. Your mouth practically drools at the sight. After he's done with that he removes your panties, lifting your legs carefully.

As he pulls his pants down and places them at the bed of the bed he crawls onto the bed before sitting on his knees and kissing you. Your hands still grip at the teddy bear tightly as he moves away from your face, stroking his hard length before getting off the bed and grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the end of the bed. You yelp softly at the little amount of force in the drag down.

He holds your left leg up from the underside of your knee as he lets your right leg hang off the bed as he taps his cock on your clit then rubbing it up and down softly, staring at your pussy in concentration, he knows what you like and what drives you mad. As you feel him move down to your hole you bring the teddy bear up to your face , covering it.

When you feel the slight burning sensation of his tip popping in your pussy your body twitches slightly as you bite into your teddy bear muffling your noises of slight pain. He notices your actions causing him to lose focus on your pussy for a moment before leaning down and whispering in your ear, "there's more mama... I know you can do it your such a good girl f'me.." he says as he slowly moves his hips forward causing you to gasp loudly and hug your teddy bear for some sort of leverage.

"Shh..shh that's it baby.." Elvis coos as he reaches up and strokes your cheek softly . "Almost there.. don't worry honey.." he says causing a shiver to run down your spine. You never understood how a cock could be so big. It always felt as if it took years to get in.. your thoughts were soon interrupted as he became impatient and quickly bottomed out, he moved the teddy bear before covering your mouth, knowing you were going to be loud. You practically screamed in his hand at the painfull feeling.

"Mm! Mm! Mm!" You struggle into his hand as he begins to move. "Shhh I know doll ya gotta be quiet..." He warns, picking up his pace inside you . Your body rejects him at first causing his thrusts to become a little harsh. You place the teddy bear back over your face as tears form in your eyes. You moan into the pillow as he grabs your hips pulling yours into his.

"Aww baby I hear ya under that bear baby... Ya can't hide ya pretty lil sounds.." he says as he moves his hand down to rub your clit, causing more sounds to fly out of your pretty little mouth. Your back arches as you begin to try and grind your hips onto his fingers yet again desperate for more friction.

"Elvis i-im gonna f-fucking cum-" you cry out pathetically as his thrusts become faster and faster as he lifts up your right leg along with your left leg. You whimper and cry due to the fast pace he has set. "Mhm baby that's right .. cum right on my c-cock.." he grunts out before tilting his head back and cumming into your pussy, you follow shortly after, letting out one more final high pitched moan into your bear as your whole body shakes .

"Your a good girl baby..." He says lowly. "Next time how's about I be your teddy bear? Yeah?" He asks as he kisses your head and pulls out of you softly..

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A/n : this story is so bad . I'm so sorry this took so long I've had personal things going on in my life, and I have been working on another story . Love y'all and hope y'all enjoyed this shitty writing

#elvis presley #elvis presley smut #elvis smut #smut #sub!elvis presley #elvis fans #sub!elvis #elvis fanfiction #elvis fic #elvisaaronpresley

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sissylittlefeather · 1 month

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I finally finished it...

It Feels So Right (how can it be wrong?): Part 4

A/N: Here is the long-awaited final chapter of the Austin/Ghost!Elvis x reader mini series! This one was very hard to figure out how to end it, but this was the only way I could make it work the way I wanted it to. Hopefully you enjoy it and it doesn't disappoint too much!

A HUGE shout out and thank you to @ccab and @atleastpleasetelephone. I could not have managed this one without both of you!! 🩷🩷

Need to catch up? Masterlist HERE.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI AT ALL, cussing, kissing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie(s), MMF threesome, Elvis calls himself "daddy" again, oh and death

Word count: ~3.4k

"I love you." Your mouth pops open and you're not sure what to say. Well, you know exactly what to say, but it doesn't seem like there's any point to it. Surely, when you leave here, you won't be able to see him anymore and then what? You can't pick him. You know it and he knows it. Still, you hear yourself whisper to him.

"I love you too."

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You lay there with Elvis for a good long while, just enjoying the feeling of being together. He's so warm wrapped around you as you run your fingers over his chest hair. You talk about everything and nothing and he kisses your forehead periodically. Laughter comes easily and the idea of leaving him feels impossible.

Still, you know the Graceland people will come looking for you soon. The sun is beginning to set and you've already pushed the boundaries by coming in without them. They'll have to do the photo shoot with Austin tomorrow.

"Elvis... I have to go."

"Please, doll. Just five more minutes." He squeezes you and presses his lips to your fingers. You lay there for a few more minutes, but you're nervous to be found like this. Eventually, you pull his mouth to yours and then stand up, gathering your clothes. Elvis sits up and watches you, sighing deeply. Once you're dressed, he pulls you into his lap and kisses you one last time. He presses his forehead to yours and whispers.

"I'll never forget this, honey. And I'll always love you. If you decide you want him, I'll understand. But just know, I'll still be here loving you." You nod, unable to make words with the lump in your throat. Finally, you pull yourself away and stand up. You make your way up the staircase and Elvis doesn't follow you. He sits with his head in his hands wondering why he ever thought it was a good idea to leave Graceland in the first place.

When you get back upstairs to where Austin is waiting, he's asleep on the couch in the living room. He's almost angelic in his sleep, and you hate to wake him up, but you know you both need to leave, and soon.

"Austin? Come on, babe, wake up." You shake his shoulder gently and he stirs, blinking up at you.

"Oh... hi. Everything... go okay?" He doesn't really want to know, but he asks anyway.

"Yeah. We need to go, though. It's getting dark." He nods and sits up, running his hand through his hair.

"Where is he?"

"He stayed downstairs." You try not to think of your last image of him, his sad eyes round and blue and glassy with tears.

"Oh..." You walk to the front door and open it, your heart breaking when you cross the threshold. It's highly probable you will never see Elvis again.

People around you talk to Austin, but it feels like you're underwater. You go through the motions of existing until you finally get in the car to head to your hotel.

******

In the car, Austin takes your hand and watches you, concerned.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's just hard to leave him, y'know?" Austin nods.

"Was that what it was? You leaving him?" He tries to keep the hopefulness out of his voice, but he doesn't really succeed.

"I mean, it has to be, doesn't it? We can't continue like this, not now."

"I guess not. I suppose you're stuck with me by default." You look up at him and he keeps his eyes on the road, trying not to let you see how much it bothers him. You squeeze his hand and press a kiss to his knuckles.

"No, Austin. It's not like that. I'm very happy with you." He turns to you with a sad smile.

"Really? Because I promise I'll take care of you. I know I'm not him, but I'll love you the best way I know how." Your heart softens and you start to think you'll be okay without Elvis.

"Oh, babe. You're amazing. And I love you too." You mean it, for the most part. You'll always love Elvis, but Austin is alive. There's really not much of a choice to be made. He smiles and kisses the back of your hand.

This could work.

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Back at the hotel, you crawl into bed with Austin, both of you too emotionally exhausted to do anything more than cuddle and sleep. The next day, he goes back to the mansion to do the photo shoot and you stay in the room. Even if you could see Elvis again, what would you say?

No. It's better for you to just stay in the room and cry. Maybe you'll be able to get out all your sadness by the time Austin comes back.

Elvis is surprised to see Austin by himself. He tries to leave him alone during the photo shoot- he knows what it means to be working. But as soon as it's done, he has to ask.

"Where is she?"

"She wanted to stay in the room."

"She didn't want to see me?" Austin looks around to see if anyone is watching and then looks directly at Elvis.

"Elvis, man, what did you think was gonna happen? I'm sorry. I really am. I think she really loves you, but it has to be this way. I'm sorry." Elvis nods.

"No, I understand. Just... take good care of her. Please." Austin nods.

"I will. She's in good hands; I promise."

"You think you can handle the rest of the movie yourself? I think I'm gonna stay here."

"Yeah, man, it's almost over. I got this." Elvis tries to smile and someone calls for Austin. They share an understanding nod that seems to mean 'goodbye' and then Austin heads out.

Elvis watches him walk away and then decides to go to the hotel. He didn't realize the goodbye yesterday was goodbye forever. He needs to see you one last time, even if you can't see him.

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You're laying in bed in nothing but your bathrobe with a nearly-empty bottle of wine watching some stupid movie on tv when Elvis appears. You just got out of the shower, so your hair is wet and he's dying to touch you. He watches you for a bit before walking over to the bed. His intention is to look at you, say goodbye, and be gone, but that's not what happens.

"Elvis!?!" You look up at him shocked and sit up in the bed.

"You can see me?!"

"Yes!" He laughs and throws himself on the bed next to you. You crawl over to him and into his lap, giggling like a fool. He holds you and you're lost in a cascade of kisses when Austin opens the door.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry..." He stands there and the two of you freeze and look at him. "Wait. She can still see you?!"

"Yeah. I can." You answer him tentatively, your arms still around Elvis. The two of you unwrap yourselves and stand up next to the bed. Austin looks at you, completely at a loss.

"So does this mean... you pick him?" You look at Elvis. Just because you can see him doesn't mean this relationship is any more plausible than before. He's still dead. You look back at Austin. He's alive and he loves you. The wine makes your head foggy and you're not sure what to say.

"No? Yes? I don't know."

"Those are your three options, yes." Austin adds sarcastically. He's not exactly pleased to see Elvis with you again. Elvis's eyes narrow. He feels like he has a real shot now and he's not going to let Austin take it away from him. You sense the tension in the room and search your tipsy brain for how you can possibly decide. Austin is sweet and funny... and alive. Elvis is... Elvis. How on earth will you choose? You giggle a little at the thought of having them both forever. Too bad you can't have them at the same time. That would be fun. And then it dawns on you: maybe you can. Is it ridiculous? Probably. But you're just drunk enough to think it's not the worst idea.

"Wait a minute guys." They both look at you, eager to hear what you have to say next. "Do you know what I do when I can't pick a pair of shoes?"

They look at each other incredulously. What on earth are you talking about? Austin answers your question.

"No? What do you do?" A sly smile spreads across your face.

"I try them both on. At the same time." Elvis speaks this time.

"Honey? What are you... oh." It dawns on him what you're saying and he looks at Austin nervously.

"I don't understand." Austin stands with his hands on his hips, not sure what to make of the situation.

"She wants to try us on... at the same time..." Realization flashes on Austin's face and he looks at you shocked.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?!"

"If you think I'm saying that I want you both together, then you're right." Austin shakes his head and Elvis looks at you with his eyes wide.

"Why, doll?"

"It's a gut check. I'll figure out what to do in the process."

"What if you don't?" Austin asks.

"I will. Don't worry about that." There's an awkward silence as the two men contemplate your proposal. "Listen, I'll direct traffic so you don't have to worry about getting too close to each other. I just need to see which one of you is right."

All of a sudden, Elvis looks at Austin with a determined stare. He's not going to give you up so easily.

"I say we do it." He mutters. But Austin is not one to back down from a challenge.

"I'm down." You look between them and roll your eyes.

"Boys. I'm over here. Stop glaring at each other and look at me." They both turn and look at you, their faces softening. "Come here."

You sit on the side of the bed and pat the mattress on either side of you. Elvis sits on your left and Austin on your right. You lean in and kiss Elvis first and then turn to Austin and do the same. At first, they each bristle with envy, but the fact that you're sleeping with both of them is not breaking news.

Elvis relaxes significantly when your hand finds his cock while you kiss Austin. You turn back to Elvis and your other hand palms Austin over his pants. While Elvis has his tongue in your mouth, Austin lifts his shirt and pulls it off over his head. He unzips his pants and pulls his dick out to give you easier access to pump him. Not one to be outdone, Elvis has his jacket and shirt off in no time. He hesitates to whip his cock out, though. You sense his apprehension and stand up, sinking to your knees between his thighs. Austin watches as you pull Elvis's dick out and drag his pants down his legs and off with his shoes.

"Just a minute, baby." You look up at Austin as he stands up off the bed and then sits on the floor behind you. He lays down and scoots up under you. "Help me out, man."

Elvis understands what he's trying to do and removes your robe, leaving you naked. Austin grabs your thighs and pulls your pussy down to his mouth.

"Oh fuck." You moan, your head on Elvis's thigh. Then, you remember what you're doing and pull Elvis's cock into your mouth. He groans and leans his head backwards as you start to suck him off, bouncing your mouth on him while Austin licks and sucks your clit. You'd moan again, but your mouth is full of Elvis's dick. Still, the vibrations hit his shaft as you open your throat and take him as deep as he'll go. At the same time, Austin is eating your pussy like his life depends on it. He pushes the tip of his tongue into your slit and then moves back to your swollen bud, licking hard over it.

You've never cum with a dick in your mouth, but it seems like you're about to as your orgasm gathers in your hips while you continue to move your tongue on Elvis's cock. Elvis holds your hair and lifts his hips, thrusting into your mouth as your climax approaches. Austin can tell you're about to cum, so he slides two of his long fingers up inside you. He uses his other hand to stroke himself, your arousal almost pushing him to the edge. Finally, your release pounds you from every direction and the waves of pleasure run up and down your spine, crackling out to your fingertips and back again. You hold Elvis still as you ride out your high with your mouth stuffed with him. He strokes your hair affectionately and watches you as you cum. It's a beautiful sight, you in ecstasy with your mouth wrapped around him. When you finally come down, you pull off of him to breathe for a bit, using your hand to pump him, sliding his foreskin back and forth.

"God, Austin..." You pant, trying to steady yourself.

Austin scoots out from under you and wipes his face with his hand. Your legs shake, but you stand up and face away from Elvis towards Austin. Elvis grabs your hips and pulls you down into his lap, sliding his dick into you slowly. A soft moan falls from your lips as the sensation of being filled washes over you. You put your hands on his knees and grind backwards against him, desperate to push him even deeper. He groans loudly as you move on him. Austin takes a step forward and you slip your mouth around his cock, pulling him deep into your throat. Elvis's hands grasp your hips as he bounces you on his dick and Austin's hands are in your hair as you suck him. Both men finally let go of any apprehension or nerves and begin to moan and whimper as you work them with the different parts of your body. Elvis stands up without pulling out and reaches around with one hand to massage your clit as he pounds you from behind.

"Come on, honey. Cum for daddy." Elvis says, his voice barely above a harsh whisper. You try to continue sucking Austin's cock, but what Elvis is doing is very distracting. You have to pull off of Austin for just a bit as another orgasm snaps in your hips, running through your veins like a freight train. Elvis grunts as you cum on his dick, the feeling of you pulsing and shuddering around him almost pushing him over the edge. "Yeah baby. That's it, doll."

"Trade?" Austin looks at Elvis pleadingly, almost begging for his turn to fuck you. Elvis nods and pulls out of you, tapping on your ass to indicate that you should move. You turn and Elvis sits back down on the bed while you take him in your mouth again. He's so close to cumming that he's afraid he might explode then and there. Austin takes hold of your hips and pushes into you, groaning deeply. It takes you a second to adjust to Austin's bigger dick and he knows that. Then, he begins to fuck into you and his orgasm gathers at the base of his dick quickly.

"I'm gonna cum, doll." Elvis whispers breathlessly. He's trying desperately to hold back, but the feeling of your warm little mouth on his cock is almost too much.

"Me too." Austin moans loudly with the satisfaction of finally feeling you around him. You're so tight that it takes everything in him not to cum as soon as he's inside you. Both men are painfully close to an orgasm and you're not doing anything to stop them. Austin loses control first, groaning and slamming his hips into your ass one last time, filling you with his warmth as his dick throbs inside you. As soon as he's finished, he pulls out of you and you climb onto Elvis and straddle him, sinking onto his cock. It doesn't take but maybe two thrusts for him to cum too, emptying himself inside you as he grunts loudly.

You're not exactly sure how it happens, but you find yourself laying on the bed on your back between them, all of you breathing heavily and trying to recover from what just happened. Your pussy aches in the best way possible and you can't help wishing this could happen again. It was everything you ever dreamed it would be and more.

"So?" Austin turns and looks at you on the bed, his hair wet with sweat. You look at him, blue eyes eager to know your answer. Then you turn and look at Elvis. His eyes are softer, more understanding. He knows the answer and so do you. But you're not quite ready to say it yet.

"I need to drive." You stand up, quickly pulling on clothes, and Austin follows you.

"What?"

"I need... I just need a minute. Where are the rental keys?" He tosses them to you from where they were sitting on the table. "I'll be right back."

Not a single one of you registers how much you've had to drink.

******

You blink your eyes a few times and then pull yourself out of the car. The last thing you remember is trying to figure out how you were going to tell Austin that you want Elvis. But it's not just that you want him. You need him. He's the one you love with everything inside you and you know it's going to kill Austin. But why is that the last thing you remember?

You look back at the twisted metal that used to be the car and the ambulances and fire trucks and police cars. It's on its top and crushed beyond recognition and you're not sure how you got out alive. You walk up to one of the police officers.

"I can't believe I made it out of there." But he doesn't respond. In fact, it's like he doesn't even hear you. You snap in front of his face a couple of times. Nothing.

That's when you see it: your body on a stretcher. You run over to where the EMTs are trying desperately to revive you. But you know it won't work. You're already here, like this. You look around frantically trying to assess if you're the only one in this state, but there's not another car. Whatever you did, you did it all by yourself.

You've always been one to roll with the punches, but this catches you off guard. You're dead.

And then it hits you.

You're dead.

And so is Elvis.

******

Your funeral is a surreal experience. You're there with Elvis and the only one who can see you is Austin. It breaks your heart to watch everyone mourn, especially your mom and sister, but you're weirdly content. Elvis has his arm around your waist and he kisses your hair gently.

"I know it's hard, doll. But you'll get used to it." You turn to face him and he presses his lips to yours gently.

"It's not as hard as it should be. I have you and that's all I really wanted anyway. I do feel bad for Austin, though." You look back at the funeral proceedings.

Austin hasn't been able to see anything beyond your casket. But after that's in the ground, he walks over to where you and Elvis stand under a tree.

"So you guys are just happily ever after now, aren't you?"

"Kinda, yeah. I'm really sorry."

"No, it's not like you did it on purpose. But I have to know. Were you gonna pick him anyway?" You hesitate for a second and then decide the truth is best.

"Yeah. I was." Austin nods his head, defeated. He looks back at the funeral.

"I guess this is for the best then. I just wish..." He stops mid sentence and you follow his eye line. He's staring at your sister.

"Y/n. Why didn't you tell me you have a twin?"

"You never asked." He turns and looks at you.

"What's she like?!" She's not too much like you, so you're not sure he should get his hopes up.

"She's an actress. Not really anything like me. Much more serious and focused and oh..." His eyes light up and you smile.

"Can I...?"

"Yes! Go!" He tries to remember he's supposed to be sad, but it's hard when he can still see you. Still, he's an amazing actor, so he rearranges his face and walks back down to the crowd. You watch as he introduces himself to your sister.

Elvis chuckles softly and wraps himself around you from behind. He kisses your ear and whispers.

"You ready to go home, doll?" You nod.

"Yeah. Let's go home."

And you spend the rest of your time together at Graceland, both of you satisfied to have found in death what you never had in life: each other.

******

The End

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Hi. May I request a late 60s Elvis (charro era) in which he leaves the beard a little longer and female reader is horny because of it. He catches her staring intently until she jumps at him. Smut detailed, not rough but passionate and sensual. Thanks.

Stubble Trouble

(I won these unreleased photos of Elvis on the set of Charro! at an auction recently. I felt they were appropriately delicious for this one-shot)

Summary: Elvis comes home from filming Charro!, looking sexier than ever with a beard. You wish he never had to leave for work again. Warnings: Smut, smut, smut. But a little domestic fluff too?

You watch the horizon from the porch, the sun setting in a spectacle of orange and pink. The hush of twilight settles over the estate. Humidity clings to your skin, the balmy late summer air heavy with the scent of magnolias.

"Elvis car!" Olivia's voice pierces the calm, her small finger pointing down the winding driveway.

"That's right, baby girl. Daddy's home," you confirm, heart swelling with anticipation and a touch of melancholy. He's home, but for how long?

Will bounces on his toes beside you. "And he's got a beard!"

And indeed, it is your husband’s Cadillac, glossy and grand, pulling up a day early. You smile from ear to ear. Then, a shadow of concern—he's not alone. The Memphis Mafia spill out of the van behind him, their laughter and boisterous greetings disrupting the evening quietude.

You squint at the figure emerging last from the car. It's him, Elvis, with an unfamiliar scruff darkening his jawline. Your breath catches at the sight—your husband, yet somehow brand new.

Elvis’ eyes find you across the front yard, and the heat in his gaze makes your breath catch. But before he can reach you, a rocket shoots into his legs. "Dad! You're home!"

Your husband scoops up your eight-year-old son, giving him the hug of the century. "Hey there, buddy! Did you grow a foot while I was gone?" As your two boys roughhouse, your daughter Olivia, toddles over on wobbly legs. Elvis kneels down, peppering her chubby cheeks with kisses.

"Daddy, fuzzy!" Olivia's small hand reaches for Elvis's scruff. He chuckles, letting her chubby fingers explore his rough face. Her tiny brows furrow, her eyes well up. Her dimpled chin quivers. A baby sniffle pierces the air.

"Shhh." Elvis soothes, gently wiping away the beginnings of a tear with his thumb. He picks her up in his muscular arms, whispering into her ear. The cries recede; a whimsical giggle replaces them. "I missed you rascals something fierce. Were you good for Mama?"

"They were angels," you assure, joining the family huddle. "Welcome home, honey."

Dusting off his pants, Elvis rises to his feet, Olivia secured in one arm and Will clinging to the other. He approaches you, a certain swagger in his step that you've missed and his eyes flashing with something you know all too well—mischief. He sets the kids down and pulls you close, his kiss a sweet homecoming all its own. "Glad to be back, mama." His murmured endearment, the rasp of his beard on your skin, they feel so good that it makes your head spin.

"Welcome home, daddy," you reply, your voice steadier than your racing pulse. The feel of him, changed yet the same, stirs a dormant longing within you.

Your fingers itch to touch the unexpected growth shadowing his jaw. The beard transforms him, adds a rugged edge to the familiar contours of his face that you hadn't realized you'd long for until now. "This is new."

"Thought I'd try something different," Elvis replies, his smile a slow burn just for you. It lights a spark deep within, a yearning you've kept banked during those long nights alone.

"Huh. Looks good on you." You keep your voice light, but inside, desire smolders, fanned to life by this simple change.

"Thought you might like it." His voice drops, a secret shared amidst the din. "Come on in, we've got stories to tell," he says, motioning to the rowdy crew behind him.

You nod, masking disappointment. You'd hoped for privacy, for that passionate reunion you've been craving. But now, with the house about to burst with company, you steel yourself for another night of playing hostess rather than lover.

"Let's get settled first," you suggest, ushering the children ahead of you into the house.

The evening unravels in a blur of activity—dinner preparations, catching up, pick up football. Admittedly, it’s nice to have a house full of laughter, but you wonder when you might have a moment alone with your husband. Amidst it all, you steal glances at Elvis, the way his beard adds a new edge to his expressions, wondering how it might feel against your skin.

“Outta sodas,” you say, hiding a smile. You eye Elvis from across the room. He catches your gaze, the understanding immediately flashing in his eyes.

“I’ll help ya fetch ‘em,” he offers, rising from the couch where he’s been holding court. He follows you into the hallway. The two of you disappear into the cooler back room, away from prying eyes and eager ears.

Kneeling by the crate of chilled sodas, you feel the cool condensation against your fingertips. When you turn around, he’s right there, taking a step closer than necessary. His breath smells of mint and coffee; his eyes are full of promise.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he says. His hand brushes against your cheek, tender yet insistent. “Miss me?”

In answer, you turn and pull his mouth down to yours, kissing him with nearly six weeks worth of pent-up hunger. Your husband makes a surprised, pleased sound against your lips before taking control of the kiss, backing you up against the humming fridge.

"God, I missed you," he pants when you break apart. "Missed this. Feels like forever since I've had you all to myself."

“Since you’ve had me all to yourself?” you chide. “Elvis, you know I love the guys but did they really have to—”

But his hands quiet your thought. They’re everywhere, sliding under your shirt, dipping into the waistband of your jeans. You arch into his touch, desire spiraling through you. "We can't," you protest weakly. "Everyone's right out there..."

"Let ‘em wait." Elvis nips at your neck, soothing the sting with his tongue. "I've been dying to get my hands on you all day." The scratch of his whiskers is a delicious abrasion. It heightens every sensation as he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. A shiver wracks your body as the coarse hair rubs over your hammering pulse point.

The contrast of his soft lips and wiry facial hair is dizzying, addicting. You tilt your head back with a breathy moan, giving him more access even as your hands ball in his shirt. Torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away before you lose all control.

Elvis chuckles darkly against your neck, the vibrations rumbling deliciously through you. He knows exactly what he's doing to you, how much you're loving the sensual brush of his beard on your skin. He drags his fuzzy jaw up to your ear, rasping delightfully against the sensitive flesh behind it.

"Been dreaming about this," he murmurs, his breath hot on your ear as his hands creep beneath your shirt. "About having you trembling for me, my beard on your soft skin as I love on every inch of you..."

You whimper, knees going weak at the erotic promise in his words, the tantalizing burn of his whiskers, the heat of his hard body pressing you into the cool metal of the fridge. It's almost too much, and yet you crave more, already addicted to this new sensation.

"Elvis, please..." you manage, not even sure what you're begging for, only knowing you need him to never, ever stop.

Just as you are about to throw caution to the wind and let your husband take you right there, a knock sounds at the door.

"Hey, boss!" a voice calls. "Where'd you disappear to, man? Joe wants to run through the press junket schedule."

Elvis groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. "To be continued," he promises darkly, adjusting himself with a wince.

Stepping back, you reluctantly adjust your clothing. "Raincheck," is all you say, and it's a promise as much as it is a plea. He presses a swift kiss to your lips before opening the door and putting his 'star' smile back on.

You stand frozen for a moment. You shake yourself off. You tell yourself there's always later, there's always tomorrow. You gather the sodas and head back into the main room.

The night drags on. Laughter echoes through the house, amplified by the clink of glasses, the strums of guitars. The party’s in full swing and being a good hostess occupies most of your evening.

You sneak glances at Elvis, at how his beard lends him a new ruggedness that makes your heart hammer in your chest. You long to run your fingers through it, trace the lines of his face. He sometimes looks back, his gaze lingering on you before being pulled away by someone else. His eyes tell you: soon.

Your youngest, Olivia, chatters animatedly about butterflies, and Will bounces around with an energy only an eight-year-old can muster. You enjoy watching them mingle with your friends—however, they also serve as persistent reminders that privacy is out of reach.

Around eleven o’ clock, the house begins to quiet down. People trickle out, leaving behind echoes of laughter and empty plates. The house seems bigger, emptier, a stark contrast to the fullness it held just moments ago. Later, after baths and bedtime stories, you and Elvis collapsed onto the couch together, Elvis pulling your feet into his lap. "I thought I’d never get a minute alone with you," he sighs, kneading your arches.

You let your head fall back, relishing his touch. "I love that you're so busy, but I hate having to share you."

"I'm all yours now, sweetheart." Elvis presses a kiss to your ankle, his beard tickling delightfully. He gives you a heated look from under his lashes. "For the rest of the night, I'm all yours."

Anticipation zings through your veins, and you reach for your husband, already breathless. As he gathers you close, kissing you deeply, you can’t help but think that sometimes, the only thing better than a homecoming... is what comes after.

You sit up, scooting closer to run your fingers over Elvis' fuzzy jaw. "You sure it's you under there? This beard makes you look mighty different," you tease, eyes twinkling. "Like a whole new man."

Elvis turns his head to nip playfully at your fingers, a mischievous glint in his eye. "That so? Should I be worried about this 'new man' stealing my girl?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "Never. You know you're the only man for me, beard or no beard."

"Damn right," Elvis growls playfully, his hands settling on your hips as you shift to straddle his lap. "This 'new man' better know his place."

Draping your arms around his neck, you lean in close, your lips brushing his as you speak. "Oh, I don't know. He's pretty sexy. Rugged. Dangerous. Looks like a cowboy..." You let your voice drop to a husky whisper. "I might just be tempted..."

Elvis' fingers flex on your hips, pulling you flush against him. "Is that right?" He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, his beard rasping deliciously on your sensitive skin. "Well, I bet this 'new man' don't know how to touch you like I do."

You gasp as he finds a particularly sensitive spot, your back arching. "Mmm, I think you might be right," you manage breathlessly. "Better prove it to me, just to be sure."

"Gladly." Elvis captures your mouth in a searing kiss, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair as he sits you on his lap. "Let me show you just how well this old dog knows your body, mama."

You surrender to his touch with a moan, the world falling away until nothing exists but you, Elvis, and the delicious abrasion of his beard on your skin as he sets about thoroughly, blissfully reminding you that he's the only man who could ever make you feel this good.

Your mouths meet in a searing kiss, weeks of pent-up longing pouring out in a slick slide of lips and tongues. You rock against him, reveling in the growing hardness pressing against your center.

His hands roam your back, dipping under your shirt to stroke the smooth skin beneath. You mewl into his mouth, desire turning molten in your veins.

Just as you are considering the logistics of riding him right there on the couch, a creak on the stairs has you jumping apart like scalded cats. You hold their breath, waiting to see if one of the kids had woken up.

After a moment of tense silence, Elvis blows out a shaky laugh. "Probably not the best idea to get carried away down here, huh?"

On trembling legs, you climb off his lap, reaching down to adjust the prominent bulge in his jeans. "Probably not," you agree, giving him a heated look. "Bedroom?"

“Just gimme five minutes, I have to take off my makeup first.”

You feel Elvis’ presence behind you before you see him, the heat of his gaze pressing against your skin like a physical touch.

You meet his eyes in the mirror, see him leaning shirtless against the doorframe, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his silk pajama pants. That luscious beard frames the wicked slash of his smile. He looks so good it's almost sinful. "See something you like?" His voice is a husky rumble.

"You could say that." You bite your lip, watching his eyes darken. "I really, really like this new look on you."

He prowls closer, crowding you against the vanity. "Yeah? Is that so?"

You turn in his arms, running your hands appreciatively over the firm planes of his chest. "It makes you look dangerous. Sexy."

Elvis dips his head to nuzzle your throat, the coarse brush of his whiskers making you shiver. "Sexy, huh? How sexy?"

"So sexy it should be illegal." You drag your mouth to his, kissing him with rising urgency. "Take me to bed," you demand against his lips. "Now."

Elvis wastes no time complying, lifting you easily into his arms and carrying you to the bed. He tumbles you onto the sheets, covering your body with his, both of you already breathing hard.

He undresses you slowly, almost reverently, rough fingertips and soft lips and scratchy beard worshipping every inch of skin he unveils. When he finally settles between your thighs, the first intimate rasp of his whiskers makes you cry out, fisting your hands in his hair.

"God, the way you taste," Elvis rasps against your slick folds, his voice rough with desire. "I'll never get enough."

He seals his lips around your most sensitive bundle of nerves and sucks gently, making you cry out and fist your hands in his hair. He groans in response, the vibrations shooting sparks of electricity through your core.

"Please," you whimper, hips rocking shamelessly against his face. "Don't stop..."

Elvis answers with a deep, approving hum, the tip of his tongue flicking over you in maddening little licks. "Never," he murmurs, beard and hot breath on your inner thighs a delicious contrast to his soft, demanding mouth on you. "Want to make you fall apart, over and over. Worship you with my mouth until you forget everything but my name..."

His words, low and fervent and filthy, push you to the brink as much as his dedicated ministrations. You sob out a broken plea as he wraps his lips around you again and sucks hard, pushing two thick fingers into your dripping channel at the same time.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes gutturally, crooking his fingers just right and rubbing ruthless circles around your swollen, aching bud. "Let me feel you, let me taste you falling apart..."

With a keening cry you shatter, back bowing and fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as your release crashes over you in pulsing waves. Elvis works you through it with lips and tongue and fingers, drawing out your pleasure until you collapse against the sheets, boneless and trembling. His beard is gleaming with your slick.

As you slowly come down from your high, you feel Elvis pressing tender kisses to your inner thighs, his whiskers a thrilling friction on your sensitive skin. You tug gently on his hair, urging him up your body until you can capture his mouth in a deep, languorous kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you shudder, your spent body already sparking with renewed desire.

"I wanna make you feel good too," you murmur against his lips, nipping playfully at the full bottom one. "I want to show you how much I missed you, how much I need you..."

Elvis' groan is low and needy as you push gently at his shoulders, encouraging him onto his back. You take your time mapping his chest with lips and fingers, re-memorizing every ridge and plane. He's lost in pleasure, muscles jumping under your touch, his breathing ragged as you chart a slow, meandering path down his long torso.

When you reach the waistband of his pajamas, you pause, looking up at him from under your lashes as you hook your fingers under the elastic. Elvis meets your gaze, his own heated and dark with want, his lips parted as he pants softly. Slowly, teasingly, you peel the fabric down, your heart racing in anticipation as his hardness is revealed inch by tortuous inch.

"God, look at you," you breathe, taking in the proud jut of his cock straining towards his belly. A thrill chases down your spine knowing that you did that to him, that he wants you just as desperately as you want him. "Look at this husband of mine... so hard for me already."

"Always," Elvis rasps, his voice strained and his hands fisting in the sheets as you ghost your fingers up his length. "Feels like I'm going to burst out of my skin with how bad I need you..."

You hum in satisfaction, running your thumb over the slick head and making him shudder. Slowly, you lower your lips, never breaking eye contact as you breathe hotly over where he's aching for you. "Let me take care of you," you whisper, a promise and a plea all in one. "Let me show you how much I love you."

Then you take him into your mouth, and the broken moan that spills from his lips is the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

You work him with spit and fingers and lips and tongue and just the barest hint of teeth, relishing every helpless sound you wring from him. You can feel how close he is, his thighs trembling, his grip on your hair bordering on painful. With a wicked hum, your relax your your throat and take him as deep as you can.

Elvis lets loose a stream of garbled curses, his hips jerking erratically. "Fuck, sweetheart, I'm gonna—"

But you just doubl your efforts, holding his gaze as you hollow your cheeks and suck hard. With a guttural cry, Elvis spills himself down your throat, his chest heaving as you gentle him through his sweet release.

"Christ," he pants as you release him and crawl up to drape yourself over his chest. "That was... You are..." He gives up and just hauls your mouth to his, kissing you breathless.

As you trade slow, deep kisses, you feel Elvis stirring against your thigh once more. A thrill chases down your spine at the evidence of his desire, your own body responding in kind. Wrapping your hand around his length, you stroke him gently, savoring the velvety heat of him and the way he pulses in your grip. "Already?" you tease. "Someone's eager."

Elvis nips your bottom lip. "Six weeks," he reminds you, rocking into your grip with a grunt. "You're lucky I lasted five minutes."

Giggling, you straddle his his hips, rubbing yourself along his length until you are both panting. "I think you ought to get to practicing then," you purr. "We've got weeks to make up for."

Elvis groans into your mouth, his hips rocking instinctively into you. "Need you," he pants against your lips, voice rough with want. "Need to be inside you..."

You nod desperately, just as aching to have him filling you up after so long apart. Rising up on your knees, you position him at your entrance, your breath catching as you slowly sink down onto his rigid length. His beard rasps against your neck, sending shivers up your spine.

Your body resists the intrusion at first, unaccustomed to the stretch after weeks without him. Elvis gentles you through it with soft kisses and soothing caresses, whispering words of love and praise as you take him inch by careful inch. The slight discomfort quickly melts into exquisite pleasure as he breaches you fully, your inner walls fluttering around him as you adjust to the thick, heavy feel of him inside you.

"God, baby," Elvis rasps, his big hands gripping your hips almost tight enough to bruise. His eyes are squeezed shut and his brow furrowed in concentration, as if he's fighting for control. "You feel so good. So tight. Like you were made just for me..."

You let out a shuddering sigh as you settle fully into his lap, relishing the sensation of being one with him again. "I was," you breathe, rolling your hips experimentally and making you both gasp. "Only for you. Always."

Slowly, you start to move, rising up until he nearly slips out of you before sliding back down to the hilt. Elvis meets your every downward stroke with an upward roll of his pelvis, burying himself impossibly deep. You set a slow, burning rhythm, sweat beading on your skin as you rock together, drawing out every delicious drag of him inside you.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders and your thighs tremble with exertion, but you barely register the strain. All you can focus on is your husband—his panting breaths and reverent gaze, the thick slide of his cock stretching you again and again, the heat of his body surrounding you and grounding you. In this moment, joined so intimately after what felt like an eternity apart, everything else fades away.

"Missed this," you grit out, your hands roaming restlessly over his back, his neck, scratching the dark hair on his jaw. "Missed you. I love you so damn much."

You rock together, slow and dirty, skin slick with sweat. Clutching at his shoulders, his back, urging him deeper, harder. The wiry scrape of his chest hair and beard against your sensitive nipples makes you writhe on top of him, the added stimulation almost too much to bear.

"Touch yourself," he rasps in your ear, changing the angle of his hips so he is grinding against your clit with every stroke. "Make yourself come on my cock, sweetheart."

You obey with a whimper, fingers flying to your center. Elvis eases you onto your back, gripping your thighs as he gently eases back into you, eyes black with lust as he watches you touch yourself. A private show for his eyes only.

The sight of him above you—miles of tanned skin, thick forearms corded with muscle, narrow hips rolling into you—combined with the magic you are working between your legs undoes you in record time. With a desperate whimper, you convulse around him, fingernails scoring his chest as you fall apart.

"I love you so much," Elvis sighs, fucking you through it. "One more, baby, give me one more."

He lowers himself even closer to you now, spreading your knees wide against his thighs and hugging you close to his chest. Enveloping you and never letting you go. You cling onto him with a sob, the new position letting him fill you impossibly deep. Elvis’ hands cup your backside, helping to fuck you a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

“My wife, my wife,” he moans and his beard rasps the tender skin of your neck and he bites and sucks, stoking the heat building low in your belly.

"Elvis," you keen, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He holds you closer, whispering unintelligibly into your ear. "Oh god..."

He reaches between your bodies to rub tight circles around your bud, and the sensation combined with the delicious drag of him inside you sends you flying. You come with a silent scream, back arching, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

Elvis follows you a heartbeat later, burying his face in your neck with a muffled shout. You rock together through the aftershocks, until you collapse bonelessly underneath his sweat-slicked chest.

Tumbling back against the pillows, you are a tangle of sated, trembling limbs. Elvis’ big hands soothe up and down your belly, his lips pressing soft kisses to your sweat-damp temple.

"Why do I ever leave?," he murmurs roughly. "I hate being away from you and the kids. Felt like I left a piece of myself behind." He pauses. "This is my favorite part of coming home. Having you in my arms again."

Emotion clogs your throat. "I wish it could always be like this." You look up at him, tracing his bearded jaw tenderly. "That you didn't have to leave so often."

"About that..." Elvis' arms tighten around you. "I've been thinking a lot lately. Y'know, about the stuff that really matters to me. And that's you and the kids. I'm gonna talk to Parker, see about cutting back on some of these long stretches away."

Your heart soars even as you search his face cautiously. "You mean it? You'd do that?"

"For you, mama? Anything." He seals his promise with a slow, sweet kiss. "I'm here now. and I aim to be here a lot more."

Tears prick your eyes, joy and relief overwhelming. "I'd love that," you whisper, lacing your fingers with his. "The kids would too."

“Yeah, me too,” he sighs. “Feels like I lose a little piece of me every time I’m gone.”

You nuzzle into his neck, relishing the prickle of his beard on your well-loved skin. "Looks like you found a new piece while you were gone," you tease. "I must say, I'm a fan."

"You really like it?" Elvis sweeps a hand over his scruffy jaw, grinning. "Maybe I'll keep it. Hey, if it gets you this hot for me, I may never shave again."

You just laugh, pulling him down for a long, slow kiss. You’d had a feeling that this stint away had made him rethink his priorities, and that maybe you’d be seeing a lot more of him— beard and all—in the coming months.

And as you snuggle down into your husband's embrace, his contented rumble vibrating through you, you decide there was nowhere on earth you’d rather be than right here, wrapped up in his arms. Beard burn and all.

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hooked-on-elvis · 5 months

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Elvis Presley and Gene Smith (his cousin), and Elvis and Alan Fortas (his friend and Memphis Mafia member) during photo shoot for "King Creole" in 1958.

Alan Fortas (nicknamed "Hog Ears" by Elvis), said about his pictures with EP: "To prove to my friends I was actually making movies with Elvis Presley, I had wallet size pictures like these made up from shots taken at promotional photo sessions for 'King Creole' held at Paramount studios 1958."

Elvis and friend, Alan Fortas. Early March 1958, at the Paramount Studios in Hollywood, CA.

#don't know the behind the camera stories but...#i imagine the photographer's face during those shots #like 'wtf presley is doing in those guys'#'okay lets get over with this'#i mean... it was a professional photo shoot for a film #i guess it shows how elvis didn't take himself too seriously #which is a good thing... mostly #update #i just read the story Alan told about those pictures as I shared above...#so i guess elvis' friends asked to be portrayed with him during the photo shoots #funny... funny!#memphis mafia #presley/smith family #elvis #50s elvis #elvis movie #king creole #1958

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s1k0zu · 6 months

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Hey everyone,

While I was a bit (okay a lot) late to board the Austin train, once I did, I fell HARD. Before I saw him in Dune II, I knew about him, but never thought to take a second look.

Then I saw Dune and I still can't get Austin's performance out of my head. He was amazing! 😍

I've devoured everything I can find with him since then, and I've been reading a lot of fan fiction lately, and a scene has been playing on repeat in my mind, so I decided to write it down.

I love all the Feyd fics but I find myself wanting more of Austin and less of Feyd (he's just a bit too intense and I kinda miss the hair). So I came up with the idea below.

Let me know if you liked it and if you want me to try writing about something else. 🫣

Fair warning ⚠️ I've never written any fiction before, so this will probably be a mess...and it's maybe a bit too long.

🔞 It's pure smut, so minors stay away!

Under his skin

You and Austin have been together since before his Elvis movie.

You'd met when you were teenagers and became fast friends, but until you had to spend two weeks locked together in his apartment in Australia, because of the pandemic, that was all you were - friends.

You'd visited him for the weekend and then the lockdown forced you to stay.

The tension between the two of you had started escalating gradually, until one night he couldn't resist kissing you any longer. All it took was that one kiss and you were his forever.

You started getting jobs in the crew of all of his projects so you could stay together, which is why you're now in Budapest on the set of Dune II.

It's early morning and it's already as hot as hell. Add to that the giant sound box you've been setting up, so Austin can film his fight scenes in it later, and you're close to fainting.

You haven't seen Austin in two months, because he was busy training in L.A. and you were on location in Jordan with the rest of the cast.

You flew in with the night flight, dropped your bags at his place and went straight to set. He was already there, getting into costume, and you didn't have the time to see him.

Once you're done setting up and finally have some free time you head to his trailer to surprise him and wish him luck.

You open the door and cool air hits your face. Then you see him and you're sure the chill running down your body isn't from the AC.

He's gloriously naked, a black loincloth is all that covers his body. They've painted his torso with black lines and he's got his bald cap already in place. You've seen him in full costume before, but only in photos. This hits differently.

There's something feral and imposing about him and it's doing things to you. Gone is the sweet, gentle Austin you know and in his place is a man who exudes power and dominance.

His body is pure perfection and you know how hard he worked to get here.

"Hey, Earth to y/n. Are you ok?" Austin's voice comes through the fog.

"Yeah", you sigh, "It's just..."

"What?", he asks, a sly smirk forming on his lips.

"Let's just say if you weren't about to shoot, I'd be ruining your makeup right now", you say, raking your gaze over his gorgeous naked body.

"Fuck", he mutters and steps toward you, biting his lower lip, his eyes darkening with want.

"Ah, ah", you stop him, placing a hand on his chest, "makeup."

"Damn you woman! How am I supposed to focus now?", he asks brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

"Hey, I'm not the one wearing next to nothing here," you tell him, "and you're not the only one having a hard time focusing."

You brush your lips against his and his hands instantly grip your face as he deepens the kiss. All the frustration of not being able to touch each other for the past two months melts as your tongues dance frantically, fighting for dominance.

"I'll make you a deal," you say, panting, "you go slay them with your talent and we can come back here during the lunch break, to finish this."

"Deal", he says huskily in your ear, melting you with his beautiful voice.

A crew member comes in to call him to set and breaks the tension before you two can go any further.

You watch him perform, always in awe of his ability to switch between himself and the character in seconds. You busy yourself with work and bringing him water bottles and towels between takes, and just like that the hours go by and it's time for lunch.

"I can't wait to take this thing off my head. I'm sweating like a pig," Austin says, taking a towel from your hands. He's been doing fighting scenes for the past hour and he's in full combat get up.

"I'll stick around to help with the set. Text me when you're done and we can take a shower," you say, walking your fingers playfully up his chest. You lean up to give him a quick kiss but he grabs your waist to keep you there, turning it into a steamy makeout session.

"I've missed you so much," Austin breathes out, his forehead touching yours.

"I've missed you too," you say, tilting his head lower to kiss his nose.

You disengage and he heads to his trailer so the makeup team can remove his bold cap.

A while later you get a text from Austin:

R u coming? We had a deal remember?

You mutter an excuse and head towards his trailer, willing yourself not to run.

When you enter, you see him running a hand through his wet hair, the bald cap gone. He still hasn't removed his costume.

"Want some help with that my lord", you ask, starting to unzip the back of his wetsuit.

When he hears you call him that Austin feels a shiver run down his body. He turns and wraps his arms around you.

"Say that again," he growls.

His eyes are dark with desire and you swear you can see Feyd still lurking in the background, ready to pounce.

"You should play the bad guy more often. It's a good look on you...my lord."

"Yeah? Wanna show me just how much you like it?"

You grip his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, and kiss him long and hard, your tongues fighting for dominance. You bite his lip when he pulls away and the groan that escapes from his throat sets your whole body on fire.

He returns the favour by placing kisses on your jaw and down your neck. When he reaches your collarbone he gives it a bite in just the right spot, making heat pool between your legs.

You lean into him, feeling his erection against you and bite his earlobe, whispering into his ear: "I want you inside me."

Austin's hands tighten on your ass and he gives you a smouldering look. His blue eyes are dark with desire as he dives in to kiss you again.

You start undressing each other frantically, hands running all over, tongues locked in a dizzying dance. The room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing, your moans, Austin's groans and wet kisses.

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the shower.

You're both panting while he turns around to fidget with the water tap. You admire his naked body while he adjusts the temperature. He's a work of art - all lean muscle chiselled to perfection.

Your eyes travel down his chest to the trail of hair under his belly button and between his thighs and the sizeable erection he's got. His penis is perfect: a round red tip, its length marbled by veins. You can't wait to taste it and feel it inside you.

You can't believe he's yours.

"My eyes are up here, gorgeous", Austin's amused voice brings you out of your dazed wet dream.

"And what a sight they are," you smile up at him.

After seeing you standing gloriously naked before him, raking your lust-filled stare over his body, Austin can't hold himself back any longer.

His hands come up to grab your face and he bends down to devour you. As the kiss deepens, Austin's hands travel down your body, lingering on your breasts. He pinches one of your nipples and you moan into his mouth.

He breaks the kiss to look at you.

Before you can answer he bends down and licks your neck, slowly descending to your left nipple.

"Fuck you're gorgeous. I can't wait to be inside you."

You start kissing his neck, his chest, his abs, your hands trailing down to his hips. His skin tastes salty from the sweat. You kneel in front of him and lick his length slowly, feeling the veins with your tongue. He lets out a groan and braces himself against the tiled wall.

You place tiny nibbles on the head, squeezing his balls, teasing him. He shudders in ecstasy as you swallow as much of his length as you can and start moving your head up and down slowly.

"Fuck, y/n, you have to stop or I'll come...," Austin pants on top of you. You speed up your pace, locking eyes with him.

Seeing you kneeling before him, your mouth on him, looking at him like that drives him over the edge. Austin comes with a groan and you feel his seed spill into your throat. You take him out of your mouth and give the head a little kiss.

"You taste so fucking good every time," you say standing up.

Austin grabs your cheeks and gives you a rough kiss.

"You have no idea how hot you look on your knees, do you?"

When one of his hands sneaks between your legs and he rubs his fingers on your clit you feel a jolt run over your whole body and you can't stop the moan coming out of your mouth.

Austin hears you moan, hands digging into his back and throws caution away - he bites down hard on your nipple, sliding his fingers into you.

"Fuck Austin", is all you can say, your mind going blank with pleasure. You don't know what's gotten into him, but you love this new, dangerous and dominant side he's showing you.

Austin places wet kisses and nibbles all over your breasts and stomach, pumping his fingers into you. You writhe in his arms, hands tugging his hair.

When his mouth descends on your clit you moan loudly. He bites it and then licks the sore spot, curling his fingers inside you. This sends jolts of electricity all over your body and you feel yourself coming, nails digging into his hair.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he says, voice hoarse from lust. You can feel his hard length pressing against your entrance.

Austin groans in pleasure when he hears you moan his name, the pain from your nails digging into his scalp sending bolts of pleasure straight to his groin.

He gets up, grabs your hips and lifts you, your back against the tiled wall.

You look at his soft, puffy lips and can't help kissing him again. Austin groans and slips his tongue into your mouth, making you dizzy.

When he finally breaks the kiss to look at you, you see the passion burning in his eyes, but there's something else there too - something feral. You realise he hasn't shaken Feyd off completely.

That sparks something in you, emboldens you.

"Have your way with me, my lord na-Baron. I'm all yours", you say, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling on it, your hips bucking into him.

Hearing you say that, something in Austin snaps. He can't think anymore, all he knows is that he wants to be inside you, now.

With a quiet growl he bends down to crash his lips into yours, sliding into you in one swift move.

You can't help the cry that comes out of your mouth when he slams into you. You were already wet, but he's big.

The sharp pain quickly turns into intense pleasure as he starts thrusting into you with abandon. You can feel every vein on his hard length as he's stretching you and filling you in the best way.

You've been together for years and every time he enters you feels like the first time. It's like your bodies are pieces of the same puzzle. The feel of him inside you is divine.

Austin doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size, he couldn't even if he wanted to. He's possessed by the desire to be inside you, to own you. He picks up his pace, slamming into you, his teeth leaving red marks all over your neck and shoulders. His left hand is moulded to your thigh, his right squeezing your breast.

You've never seen him like this, so forceful and primal, and you realise you love it. As the pain shoots through the pleasure you find yourself coming, trying not to scream. You mould your lips to Austin's to stifle your moans and that just spurs him on. He continues to slam into you, balls-deep, throughout your climax.

After a while, Austin comes to his senses and realises he's too rough, he's hurting you. Just as he slows down his pace, releasing you from his grip, he hears you say:

"No, don't hold back. I want you to lose control. Ravage me."

He looks into your eyes, making sure he didn't just imagine that, and sees only carnal desire and love there. He can't believe you're his.

"Fuck, I love you," he whispers.

You smile and bite his neck hard. The little control he'd managed to take back shatters. Austin slips out of you so he can turn you around, your back towards him, and slams back into you.

One of his hands travels to your neck and squeezes, the other goes to your nipple.

This angle helps him sink even deeper inside you. The sensation is almost too much and you feel the waves of another orgasm coming. Sex with Austin is always great but this is different. He's lost all control and given in to his desire, and you fucking love it.

Austin feels your walls clenching around him and he knows you're close. The hand around your throat tightens as he moves his other hand from your breast to your clit, running his fingers in agonisingly slow circles, and right before you come he inserts two fingers in.

The feeling of his fingers and his hard length inside you is too much and you trip over the edge, your whole body shaking. You claw at his neck and bury your fingers into his hair as he swallows your moans with a kiss when you both come.

You've never seen this side of him before. He's always so protective of you, so gentle. You realise he's been holding himself back, afraid to lose control and hurt you.

He looks at you apprehensively and you smile at him, tugging him close so you can wrap your hands around his neck and give him a slow, tender kiss.

For a while the only sounds in the shower are the running water and your heavy breathing as you're both coming down from your highs.

Eventually, Austin lets you go and eases out of you with a groan. Your legs are shaking as you lean onto the tile wall while he turns around to adjust the showerhead.

He melts into you, relieved you're okay.

You disengage and proceed with your shower, washing each other's hair and bodies, placing soft kisses here and there.

When you're done, Austin stops the water. He swaddles you in a huge fluffy towel, picks you up and carries you to the bed.

He lies next to you on his side, head propped up, facing you, tiny droplets of water running down his face and torso.

"I'm sorry", he says quietly, giving you a sad puppy look and caressing your face.

"For what? Giving me multiple orgasms?"

"No..." he laughs and then falls silent.

"I hurt you. I don't know what came over me."

"Not what, who. You've still got some of Feyd lurking in the background," you say a soft smile playing on your lips.

"That's not an excuse y/n. I should've stopped...I should've..." he trails off, looking remorseful.

"I don't know if you noticed Butler but I liked it. A lot", you lift his head so he can look at you.

"I'm not made of china you know. Promise me you'll stop holding back on me. This was fucking amazing."

"Yeah it was, wasn't it," he says, finally relaxing, "Okay, but on one condition: you promise to tell me if I cross the line."

"Deal," you say and mould your lips over his.

#austin butler #fiction #feyd x you #austin x reader #smut #austin butler smut #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #first time writer #fanfic

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theatomicpoweredsinger · 2 years

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Elvis photographed for Paramount’s “King Creole,” March 1958.

#Elvis Presley #Elvis #1950s #50s #1958 #King Creole #Photo Shoot Session #Publicity Shot

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austin-sbutler · 2 years

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Austin Butler photographed by Lexie Moreland

#austin butler #photo shoot #black hair #elvis

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bizarre-blorbo-bracket · 9 months

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FINAL for real this time: Davis (Juror 8) from Twelve Angry Men vs the Bimodal Distribution from statistics

Propaganda under the cut, and it's REALLY worth it:

Davis (Juror 8) (these are all from the single submitter)

a quick lil list babes, and I apologise for all of this in advance:

He's from the fucking film 12 angry men. like, aside from letterbox bootlickers and middle school hass students NO ONE has watched this film let alone care about it, it was made in 1957, is shot almost exclusively in one room and the entire film is just middle aged white men yelling at each other over whether some not white poor kid should be sent to the electric chair. what the fuck.

Henry Fonda, the actor, was 52 years old at the time of filming

Henry Fonda is the father of Jane Fonda, the woman who would revolutionise the 80's with her home workouts and her blindingly neon leg warmers.

His name wasn't revealed until the very end of the film and even then it's just "Davis."

I could honestly give him a lil smooch

He's absolutely not girlypop but he's the ally-iest ally who's ever allied

He's categorised as a "Benevolent Leader" on the Heroes Wiki

instead of the overwhelming urge for me to coddle him like most all other blorbos, i would appreciate it switched

I have a photo of him inside my saxophone case and sometimes i forget he's in there, then he creeps into my saxophone bell and when I play it he shoots out like a ballistic missile

Dude, on ao3 there's more fanfiction about the real life 80's British punk band The Clash than the entire film of 12 angry men, let alone Davis (80 fics come up under the clash, while 10 come up for 12 angry men)

I have a counter, and I've watched 12 Angry men a total of 145 times. The figure is up on my wall in tallies. whenever the number goes up, I like to watch it in 5's so then I can put another full group of tallies on my wall.

I have incredibly detailed stories about how Davis would boogie down to ringo starr's solo career, and they're written within the margins of a book called Tobruk written by Peter Fitzsimons. The only reason I reread that book is to wonder at my elaborate works of fiction

My HASS teacher was the one to introduce me to 12 Angry Men as he played it for the entire class. He gave us a set of questions to complete on the film and a few Law based questions as a little treat, and he expected it to be handed in the next day. What he didn't expect was an 11 page monster of a response that included social commentary, 4 paragraphs dissecting the character of Davis alone, deeply discussed comparisons between the landscapes of politics and law in the 50's to the present, and basically an entire point-for-point summarisation of the film, completed with obscure quotes from Truman, Eisenhower, Nixon and Presley (Elvis). He presented the printed masterpiece in front of the entire class to shame me.

After class he explained how his favourite Juror would either be 6 or 5, because 6 seems like a big dumb teddybear and he just liked 5. I explained how I liked Davis because he didn't want to send a kid to die, then he told me how Davis would make a good cowboy (at this point in time I was unaware of Henry Fonda's role in Once Upon A Time in The West) and I proceeded to go home and write a 3 part orchestral composition that I could pretend would play as the soundtrack to Juror 8: A Cowboy's Tale or something like that

I had started to make an animation meme starring Davis but only gave up when photoshop literally deleted itself from my laptop

I didn't even hear that Juror 8's name was Davis when I first watched it in class, somehow I only heard it on my 6th rewatch but when I did I literally got so excited I literally got winded and cried a little bit, I had to take a panadol because I got so lightheaded

I have learned the musical motif that plays throughout the film on saxophone, clarinet, recorder, guitar, bass, ukulele, piano and trumpet

I have visions of him

One of Davis' 3 children HAS to be gay and nothing can convince me otherwise

honest to god I'd be a home wrecker if it came to him

I quote not only Davis but the film a lot, and sometimes in the dead silence of all my friends I go on about how the old man couldn't have possibly made it to the door in such a short amount of time to see the kid running down the stairs (because the old man has a limp, and Davis proved it my limping around the room, which I have to say was incredibly attractive of him)

He's literally an architect

I once had a dream where Davis was in my bass guitar case when I opened it, and i literally just picked him up and started picking him like a bass guitar until I tried to play a full chord and he bit the hand that was meant to be on the fretboard. I dropped him and he fell on his ass, and when I said "what the hell dude what was that for" he said bass chords are lowkey ugly to listen to, and since then i don't like playing bass chords because now they're lowkey ugly to listen to. before this ordeal, i enjoyed them, but alas

i once got my romantic partner to write me a davis x reader fanfiction as a birthday present

my parents believe that Davis is my first celebrity crush, and while they're actually wrong it's still actually so embarrassing they believe that because OH MY GOD it's literally JUROR 8 FROM 12 ANGRY MEN

I've attempted slam poetry about him

I've eaten a paper printed full a4 size photo of his hand

I would also not mind him to be literally my father, but given the rest of the things I've just said about him that's really weird and I recognise that

the Bimodal Distribution

First of all, it's a math concept. that is already pretty bizarre of a thing to be blorbo-ifying. Second of all, I don't know any calculus, and I don't consider myself a math person (because I hate arithmetic), but I really like this guy for some reason. I mean this graph clearly holds the secrets of the universe. don't you just want to l o o k at it . like you could solve everything in the world with that boy

#bimodal distribution #davis #juror 8 #12 angry men #final

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