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How Jacob Elordi became the new King of Hollywood

“It certainly crossed my mind briefly before I’d read the script. I don’t want to tell the same story over, especially because he did such a fine job of portraying this man,” Elordi says. “It’s a completely different thing. And it’s terribly exciting, too, running into the fire a little bit. I can’t think of anything more exhilarating.”

By Gabriella Paiella

Photography By Jack Bridgland

November 13th, 2023/ British GQ

[lovingtonystarkismyfulltimejob]

I’m not ashamed to say that the bald head does it for me

[alphafightmusic]

HAPPY SEXY SUNDAY ENJOY TROYE SIVAN IN DRAG GIVING ROSS LYNCH A LAP DANCE!

[powerofelvis]

Santa Is Back In Town

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warning(s): SMUT, oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talkin’, Big Daddy Santa!Elvis, Fluff

A/N: Welcome to day 2 of Daisy’s 12 Days of Christmas! This request was requested by @star-shard! Because we all need more Big Daddy!E in our lives, so here’s my little Christmas present for all of my honeys who love Big Daddy like I do. ;)

Christmas Eve at Graceland was always chaotic. You were getting everything settled for the Christmas party that was taking place later on that night, moving around the house as you made sure that the decorations were in their right places. You saw different people around the house, whether it was his father or one of the mafia, but one person you did not see was Elvis. In fact, you hadn’t seen Elvis since he left the bed that morning, grumbling about dealing with some shenanigans that the colonel had gotten himself in once again.

It was nearly time for the party to begin, but Elvis wasn’t back yet. The joy that you were feeling was beginning to turn into fear because even some of the mafia had no clue where your beloved was. As the party guests began to arrive, you forced a smile on your face but deep in your heart, you were worried. You were walking around the room where the party was being held, talking to Sandy about the plans that she had for the upcoming year—something that you had always done because you were a planner. 

“Nice party, Mrs. Claus.” Your brow furrowed as you heard the southern drawl that you had come to love. Elvis. You turned around, your eyes widening as you looked over the man who you loved. He was dressed as Santa Claus, but instead of Santa’s red suit, he was wearing one of your favorite jumpsuits. His chest was out for everyone to see, but you knew that he was wearing it only for you. Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip, the tingling feeling that you were feeling becoming noticeable. “My, My, My, Mister Claus.” 

The medallion that sat nuzzled within his chest hair was enough to send fire in your loins, so you did your best to keep your hands to yourself. The party was roaring at that point, everyone crowding around your man as he commanded the room and its occupants’ attention. You went along with what you were doing, walking around the room with little hors d'oeuvres that you spent all morning hunched over. You were happy, content, and extremely horny—something that Elvis noticed as the party went on. 

Elvis finally moved over to where you were, his arms wrapped around your waist as he would press little kisses on your jawline. Your knees nearly buckled from underneath you, your hands tightening around the hors d'oeuvres tray that you were holding on to. “Elvis, we have guests..” You whined, eyes moving around the room as a safety measure that no one was watching the two of you. “Honey, when have I ever cared about taking what’s mine while we have guests? He was mocking you, wanting to see how far he could go. 

“Now, Mrs. Claus, have you been a good girl this year?” His voice lingered in your ear, his body pushed up against you as he rocked the two of you back and forth. You hummed as you knew that regardless of your answer, you were going to get your Christmas present from him. The other guests weren’t paying attention to what was happening between the two of you, Elvis finally leading you out of the room and away from the other guests. You were excited but very much needy as you followed him through the kitchen. 

As you both passed through the kitchen, you placed the tray down on the counter as quickly as you could, lacing your fingers in his hands as he led up towards the staircase, immediately pulling you up into his arms. You giggled happily, feeling extremely relieved to be off of your feet but also to be back into the arms of your love. As he neared the bedroom, he began singing the tune ‘Santa Claus is Back in Town’. “Well, you be a real good little girl. Santa is back in town, hang up your pretty stockings and turn off the lights. Santa Claus is comin’ down your chimney tonight.” 

Elvis laid you down on the bed, still humming along to his song of choice. Your dress was bunched up from the mattress below you, allowing an easier access from your husband as his hands moved underneath the material before he pulled down your panties. Your panties had already had a wet spot from the sight of him dressed as Santa. “You’re this wet for me, lil’ mama? You like seeing Santa give you your present for being a good little girl?” He whispered in your ear, spreading your legs so that he could see your glistening cunt for himself. 

“Fuck darlin’, Santa is gonna have to fill you up just right. You were so good tonight, making sure that this party continued on while I was gone. You want me to fill you up, hm? Give you my babies so that you’re nice and swollen in the new year?” You let out a desperate moan, reaching your hands up to pull him close as his lips moved along your jawline once again. If you didn’t have him soon, you were going to explode. Elvis knew that too, his hands fiddling with his jumpsuit as he unzipped it slowly before pulling it off of his body. 

“Please Daddy, don’t tease me. I need you now.” You whimpered as his hands moved to undo your dress, the material soon finding itself on the floor with his recently discarded jumpsuit. Elvis pulled away from you, earning a groan of protest as he slid down on his knees in front of you. He spread your legs once again, kissing your inner thighs as his eyes never left yours. You whimpered, throwing your head back as you waited for him to open his present with his tongue. He soon found your center, pressing heated kisses on your core—his fingers spreading your folds. 

His mouth wrapped around your hardened bud, his hands massaging your folds slowly as he devoured you. It didn’t bother you that you still had a party going on below you or that some people were looking for you—you were getting what you deserved. Elvis moved one of his hands, lifting your leg up on his shoulder as he continued eating you. However, you didn’t want your first orgasm of the night to be by his tongue. You wanted his cock inside of you. 

“Santa, could you slip your present underneath my tree? I’ve been a real good girl.” You sang out, catching the darkened gaze of your lover as he immediately pulled away from your pussy. His cock was standing at attention, the precum was oozing from his uncut cock. You wanted nothing more than to have it rubbing against your walls, the sensitivity being so great that he filled you until you were overflowing with his babies. You wrapped your hand around his cock, your fingers rubbing circles over his foreskin. Elvis was shivering in front of you, his eyes closed as whimpers passed his lips.

“Come on Santa, dip my cookie in your milk.” You could have keeled over with the amount of Christmas lingo that you were using with Elvis. However, the relationship that you two had conquered all of the awkwardness. He chuckled as he slid in between your folds, the feeling of his cock rubbing against you could have pushed your orgasm forward. He slid into you, bottoming out as the both of you moaned together. “Fuck, you’re always so wet for me, baby.” He pulled your legs around his waist as he waited for you to get acclimated to the intrusion. 

“I’m ready, baby. I’m ready.” You whimpered into his ear as he started moving his hips slowly into you. The Santa hat that sat on your husband’s head shook with each thrust, his medallion dangling in your face as he took his time making love with you. Your hands moved up his broad shoulders, goosebumps forming on his skin as you held on to him, pushing him deeper into you. Elvis locked eyes with you, his cerulean eyes that you loved so much darkened with each thrust as he continued moaning filthy things to you. 

You could feel your stomach tighten as he sped up his thrusts, the medallion now hitting your chin repeatedly as he leaned down to kiss you passionately. The sweat that formed on his skin dripping between your bodies, his moaning and grunts were enough to satisfy you for a lifetime. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy. I’m gonna cum.” You repeated as you closed your eyes and allowed the waves of your orgasm to carry you away. You moaned his name out loudly and repeatedly as he fucked you through your orgasm while also chasing his own. 

Elvis followed soon after, his hips sputtering as he coated your walls with his seed. “Oh sweet baby jesus. You’re gonna be so beautiful all big and round with my babies, mama.” He whined as you both came down for your orgasms, lips colliding together for one last kiss. You both jumped at a knock on the door, hearing Jerry’s voice behind the door. “If y’all are done giving each other your Christmas presents, we need Elvis to come back down for some business.” Elvis rolled his eyes as he yelled back that he would be down in a bit. “You would think I would have some privacy in my damn house.” He chuckled as he pulled out of you. 

You laughed as you threw your dress back on, forgoing the underwear that were ruined. Elvis pulled his jumpsuit back on, helping you off of the bed as you both headed back down to the party. “Now darlin’, I have to go handle some business but I want you to enjoy yourself. Keep all of my love sauce inside of ya, any of it drop out and I’m gonna take you back upstairs and pump you full again.” He slapped your ass before walking off. You spent the rest of the night, wobbling around the house—careful to ensure that none of him leaked out of you. You’ve been a real good girl this year. 

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Trending (Reader x Austin Butler)

Hey hey I’m backkkk...okay first of all once again thank you so much for all the support on Throwing Punches it has properly motivated a few more of these. Hopefully I’ll be able to write smut soon. Anyway, for this one it’s totally cool if you don’t agree with the resemblance of these two I just thought they look alike quite a bit. Also for some reason these pictures are really shitty quality and I don’t know what to do about it so RIP. Shoutout to @emmymaehereeeeee​ for reading this one first xxx

Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!

Warnings: Fluff just pure cutesy crap *sigh* I make myself feel single sometimes (I think that’s it please let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 700

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Fall was finally here. That meant orange leaves, windy weather, cute fits, hot chocolates galore and also, cuddling with your boyfriend. So, that’s exactly what you were doing. Wrapped up in the fuzziest blanket, you and Austin were scrolling through TikToks on your phone. You were sitting between his ridiculously long legs on the couch, with his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close to him as possible.

Every now and then you guys would either laugh at a stupid trend or coo at adorable puppy and baby videos. Neither of you filmed TikToks or even followed any of the fleeting trends. However, when a video with the latest trend came up, it made your fingers pause for a second. You didn’t recognise the audio, but the text read, “Apparently your current bf/gf looks like your childhood celebrity crush so expose yourself.”

Your brain immediately unlocked a memory of your 6-year-old self and you felt yourself hold your breath. You suddenly scramble to push the blanket off of the both of you and turn around to face Austin on your knees. You look at his face for a second and start profusely typing on your phone.

“Baby wha-” he tried to ask but you held up a finger at him to stop talking for a second.

Once you found what you were looking for, your eyes quickly shift between your phone and him. You hold the phone up beside his face in your left hand and with your right you hold Austin’s face by the jaw so his cheeks got slightly squished and his lips pout just a little.

Your grip muffles his voice as he asks, “Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Oh my God,” your face cracks into a grin, “I can’t believe it. Some trends really do work. This makes so much sense.” You finally show him the screen of your phone,

Austin looks at you with a confused expression, “Isn’t this the kid from Peter Pan?”

You nod your head and explain, “When I was younger I used to have the most massive crush on him. It was so bad that I forced my teacher in school to let me play Wendy in the annual play. And now it makes so much sense. You look exactly like him, kind of like a Peter Pan who grew up.”

He shakes his head in amusement, “Okay, first of all, I don’t look like him, he looks like me. Secondly, Peter Pan never grew up, I mean that was his whole schtick. And lastly, I do not look like a children’s cartoon character.”

“Of course you do! I mean the blonde hair, the gleam in his eyes, it’s all you, Aus. In fact, I think he could’ve played a younger Wil Ohmsford and that was you so.”

“No Y/N, absolutely not. There is no resemblance.”

You roll your eyes at him and this time take his phone which had been abandoned on the coffee table. Doing a quick Google search, you put the two phones next to each other to compare the two photos,

“See! You guys could’ve been related and no one would bat an eye.”

Now it was Austin’s turn to grin at you. The grin eventually turned into a chuckle and he pulled you to him so your chin was on his chest and you looked up at him, “God, Y/N you’re so cute that it might kill me some day.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. You hid your face in his chest pulling another laugh from him. This time you felt his chest rumble. His hand came up to run his fingers through your scalp and hair.

“You wanna watch Peter Pan?”

You nodded without looking up as he stretched his arm to grab the remote and set up Netflix on the living room TV. Within ten minutes of the film Austin could hear your sweet little snores and feel your breathing even out as you fell asleep on his chest. His heart filled with so much adoration for you that he was scared it might combust. In that moment, he made a silent promise to never leave you like Peter left Wendy.

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[phoenix--flying]

me when in my canon au austin comes to chb after botl and therefore lee never met him but austin know so much about lee because hes heard story after story about his older brother

austin knows so much about lee and lee will never get to know austin

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hope u have a good day :*

[faithinlouisfuture]

of course

[nike2times]

+++at my dogg 2turnt booth @ da fashion show tellin him we needa hit sxsw again 2024 fasho💯🤞🏾🔥

[bringingsexcback]

Unpopular opinion (maybe?): charles is better at chasing than defending, when he starts near the front he seems to get passed and he does better when he needs to work his way up to the front. Meanwhile max is good at both chasing and defending, he can start back on the grid and work his way up and then maintain a lead whereas it seems like charles struggles with the pressures of being/starting out front and being chased/having to defend a top position

[deztincoric]

im back to reclaim my #1 deztin propaganda spreader title.

[alphafightmusic]

My boys are BACK on the Zach Sang Show! I'll probz cream my jeans multiple times during this interview. WOOPS!

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Both my men trending at the same time yesterday... 😌💅🏽 I love to see it lol 🥰

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

PICK A BUTTON -- ANY BUTTON -- FOR ALL THE MANIACS OF THE '80s UNDERGROUND.

PIC(S) INFO: Part 1 of a few -- Spotlight on a limited run of 1 inch buttons/badges of various hardcore punk/80s punk/metal punk bands pressed by Macedonian-based record label, Fuck Yoga Records.

Dis nightmare still @$!*#&% continues!!

Source: https://fuckyoga.limitedrun.com/categories/patches-pins?page=5.

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Austin Butler GQ Magazine

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