#vince everett x reader

[headfullofpresley]

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Vince Everett x reader

Word count: 6K

Summary: You and your boyfriend of two years decide to spice things up in the bedroom because it's raining and what else is there to do other than making a little intimate amateur video?

Warnings: modern!Vince, smut; oral (f. receiving), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, choking, filming while being intimate, no use of sub/dom dynamics. vince spits in readers' mouth like once.

A/N: this had been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute but i finally decided to finish it, so enjoy mi luvs. <3

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“Y/N, you still here?”

Your boyfriend’s loud voice echoed through his apartment only thirty minutes after he left it. You were right where he left you – snuggled up in his bed, watching TV. You had traded your usual reality show for a horror movie, figuring you could take it seeing it was in the middle of the day but with the way Vince’s voice had startled you, it was obvious you couldn’t.

Your boyfriend did not wait for a response as he had already barged into the bedroom, knowing you’d still be there. He remembered you telling him that you didn’t have any classes or plans today, starting your weekend early.

Looking at the TV screen that was placed near the end of the bed, he chuckled as he saw the kind of movie you were watching and the position you were in; looking at him with wide eyes, hand over your heart. “You know you can’t handle those movies on your own,”

“I thought I’d risk it,” you sat up in the bed, watching Vince kick off his shoes and pull his shirt over his head. “What are you doing back so soon? I thought you’d be in the studio until late,”

“Me too,” he sighed, a strong hint of annoyance on his tongue. He unbuckled his belt, flicking open the button of his pants before pulling them down. “But I was the only one who bothered to show up. I don’t know what’s wrong with these fuckers. They just don’t give a damn, I’m the only one who actually cares about this band,”

You immediately welcomed your boyfriend into your arms as he crawled underneath the sheets with you. With a heavy sigh, he swung his arm over your waist and rested his head on your chest.

“I’m sorry, bub,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. You knew better than to tell him to find a different band, even though those exact words were burning on your tongue. It wasn’t just a band to him – they were his friends and he didn’t want anyone else but them. You could understand that, but you hated when they stood him up like this because they had been drinking too much the night before.

You had no idea what the reason for their absence was today, but you figured it was probably something stupid like always.

“’S not your fault,” he mumbled as he hid his face in your neck, pressing a kiss against your skin. “I know they’ll be there for the show tomorrow night,”

You nodded, agreeing with him. The band usually had small gigs in pubs and bars and even though the other guys hated rehearsals and getting prepared for said shows, they were always right there on stage with Vince on the actual night. You knew Vince hated this more than anything, but to you it didn’t seem like he was doing much about it. You decided to change the topic, because you knew talking about the band would only get him in a mood which caused him to take his frustrations out on you and you really weren’t in the mood for a screaming match with your fiery boyfriend.

You preferred the warmth of the sheets over the dramatics of storming out of the apartment.

“Now that I have you here,” you grinned, playfully tickling the back of his neck with your nails which made him lift his head and look at you. “Why don’t we do something fun today? Maybe go see a movie,”

He thought about your suggestion for a little bit, eyes drifting to the dark clouds that lingered in the sky outside. Rain wasn’t predicted for today, but as you turned to look outside, you noticed raindrops softly hitting against the glass of the window. You wouldn’t mind to go outside in this weather – umbrella’s existed for a reason, right? – but there was no way you could get Vince out of bed and onto the streets.

“Let’s just watch a movie here,” he said, grabbing the remote you placed on his pillow. You shrugged, not having much choice but to agree and watched him exit out of the current movie you were trying to watch and search for another one. Playing with his hair, you let him do his thing until he suddenly took his focus away from the TV and turned his head to look at you.

You should’ve known that he was up to something with the way he was smirking at you like that and with the way his eyes lit up at this idea that was forming and coming together in his head.

“Or… we could make our own movie?” Although the words came out slightly questioning, you could see by the way his eyebrow rose with confidence that he was set on this idea. He just wanted to make sure you were okay with it as well.

You snorted, pressing your lips in a straight line to keep in a laugh. “Baby, I’m sure the boys will show up tomorrow, you don’t have to turn to porn. The industry is cut-throat,”

He could hear by the giggle that managed to escape from your throat that you weren’t serious, but he threw the remote to the end of the bed and shifted his body weight on top of you, tickling you.

“Oh yeah? How do you know, hm? Got any experience in it?”

You laughed, swatting his hands away from your sides which he allowed. Even though he was sure his girlfriend wasn’t living a secretive double life as a college student and a pornstar, he was curious if you had ever done something like this. You and Vince had been in a relationship for two years and he’d like to think he knew everything about you, but still, people kept secrets.

You were quick to ease his heart, though. “I don’t,” you laughed, wrapping your fingers around his wrists as he cupped your face. “But something tells me you’re gonna give me that experience,”

He chuckled, a sense of relief washing over him but he did his best not to show it. Instead, he pecked your lips and caressed a strand of hair out of your face. “Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to ofcourse, but we never done anything like that so I thought it’d be… I don’t know, fun. Something new,”

You feigned a gasp, looking at him as if he had said the most offensive thing he could’ve ever said to you. “Something new? Are you.. are you implying that we are.. boring?”

He sighed deeply, his facial expressions hardening a little as he glared at you. It only made you laugh harder and he shook his head, moving his hands down to your throat. He didn’t add any pressure as he lightly and playfully choked you, laughing softly.

“You’re already a great actress; this might be your calling,”

 

Never in your life had you thought about making a sex tape. Not with Vince, or anyone else. You wouldn’t say you were boring or vanilla in the bedroom, especially not with the man you were currently in a relationship with, but you were a private person.

You didn’t want to share the details of your sexual activities with anyone other than the person you were doing them with. You barely gave your girlfriends the juicy stories they wanted, let alone complete strangers on the internet. But Vince could be very persuasive and even though he would drop the subject if you told him you really did not want to do this, he could see you were curious about it and he was right. There was something exciting about filming yourself while being intimate – you did tell him you wanted to see the finishing product yourself first before he’d throw it on the internet.

You also told him you wanted to do some research first, hence the reason why you were currently sitting at Vince’s desk, looking at amateur porn videos as if they were a cinematic masterpiece.

But the thing was, if you were going to be on the internet, you didn’t want to embarras yourself.

You wanted to see what other people did and what worked for them and what could work for you and Vince – every couple was different, though. Some made a real home movie out of it, some showed their faces and some didn’t, and some only showed foreplay. You realised there were no rules to this and Vince was happy when you finally clicked out of Pornhub and swiveled his desk chair around to face him.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you told him, watching him place his phone in a tripod. Getting up from the bed, he placed it somewhere next to the chair, making sure the bed was in full view. The smile on his face disappeared as you spoke again. “A few rules, though-“

“Babe, please. Let’s just.. do it and I can edit it later… please?”

You sighed deeply, looking at your boyfriend standing there; hands folded together, lips pouted while only clothed in a pair of boxershorts. Ones that had gotten tighter the moment this idea popped up in his head.

“Alright, fine,” you agreed, squinting your eyes at him in playful suspicion. A smile returned to his face and he grabbed your face, pecking your lips before pressing the record button on his phone camera. You two were far from professional, but some of the amateur video’s you had seen seemed like they were filmed with a brick so you figured an iPhone wasn’t so bad.

“I have to change first!” you told him, getting up from the chair and running toward his wardrobe; you two didn’t live together but there was enough of your things in the apartment that made it look like you did. Vince left the camera on, laying on the bed as he waited for you to trade one of his shirts you were wearing into one of your cute little lingerie sets.

 

It wasn’t completely over the top and maybe a bit more basic than what you had seen other girls wearing in those videos, but it was one of Vince’s favorites. A white bra and thongs with little sunflowers on them, along with some lace details.

Cute, but sexy.

Vince propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes glued to your frame as you walked over to the bed and smiled at him. He reached out a hand to you and you took it, moving onto the bed to straddle him as he sat up against the pillows. He let go of your hand as you placed both of your hands on his shoulders and his ran down your sides, resting on your hips.

“You look sexy,” he whispered, not caring if it would be audible in the video or not. He seemed more relaxed than you, not bothered by his phone pointing your way at all but he could feel you were a little tense. He leaned in to you and you took the hint, leaning down to kiss him; didn’t take him long to move to your neck, inhaling some of your perfume as he kissed up to your ear.

“Just relax, baby. Pretend there’s no phone, just us lovin’ each other,” his voice whispering right in your ear made you wrap your arms around his shoulders a little tighter, tangling your fingers in his thick locks. He was right; after all, this was no competition. Just something fun you were doing with your boyfriend. It didn’t have to be perfect.

You slowly nodded and focused on Vince and his touches. He moved his hands up and down your arms, fingertips creeping underneath the straps of your bra to slowly slip them down your shoulders. His hands didn’t stay there long though, moving down to your hips and your ass, squeezing the flesh softly in his palms. Because of the fabric of the bra being a little more loose now, he kissed his way from your neck to your collarbones and your cleavage, sucking and biting gently on your soft skin.

Pushing the thought of being recorded right now to the back of your mind as best as you could, you moaned and grinded yourself down onto him. You were steadily growing more aroused and so was he, thrusting his hips up a little as a small groan rolled off his tongue. He pulled his head back in his neck a little and looked at you, a smirk gracing his features. You bit your lip, grinding onto him a little faster as you placed your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady; his hands rested on your hips to guide your movements.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he complimented with a soft grunt, slipping his hands underneath the fabric of your panties to squeeze your ass and make you grind onto him a little firmer. “Wanna eat you out on the chair,” he whispered as he kissed your jawline, grinning against your skin.

You chuckled softly and nodded, not saying no to that. Getting up, you walked over to the swivel chair and sat down, watching him turn the tripod into your direction, making sure the camera was aimed mostly down and recording from the side a little so his actions would be visible.

“See, told you I had to edit,” he grinned, leaning down to wave at the camera. You laughed and poked his side with your toe, amusedly shaking your head at him. He grinned and pecked your lips before getting down on his knees; he looked at the camera that was filming his face slightly from the side one more time and even though you didn’t expect anything else from him, you laughed softly when he smirked at the damn thing. Rolling your eyes and chuckling softly, you watched him as he started kissing up and down your calves – a soft moan escaped you as he lapped his tongue at your ankle teasingly, looking up at you with a grin before kissing every single one of your toes. It was light and cute and even though it tickled a little, your heart swelled at the sight.

The iPhone barely bothered you anymore as he spread your legs a little, stroking his fingertips over the small wet spot staining your panties. He leaned down to place kisses on your inner thighs, making you lean back against the cold leather of the chair as you grabbed the arm rests, goosebumps licking at your skin. You could barely keep yourself quiet; Vince was making the task impossible, especially when he hooked his fingers underneath your panties and slowly pulled the fabric down and you found yourself not caring or worrying about how you’d sound on video anymore when he kissed your folds.

And when he suddenly swept his wet muscle through your folds, tongue flicking at your clit once, your whimpering and moaning got a little louder.

Vince wasn’t much of a talker during oral, which you were eternally grateful for and you were happy he wasn’t amping up his cockiness for the camera either. You placed one foot on his shoulder, the other one swung over one of the arm rests you had removed your hand from, giving the camera a better view. Your boyfriend moved one arm around your thigh, his other hand accompanying his mouth as he slipped in a finger, his lips around your clit to suck on it softly. He was looking up at you with a small grin, making your toes curl and your moans a little more high pitched, your hand finding its home in his hair once more. He was quick to add another finger, pushing both of them knuckle deep inside of you before curling his fingers; you gasped and pushed his face firmer against you, making him grunt softly but he didn’t do anything to pull away.

You had taken his breath away on several different occasions and he never complained.

“The phone,” you whispered, biting your lip as your eyes met his. He frowned a little, pulling back as your grip on his hair loosened – he looked at the phone in the tripod, which was still there and still recording. “Give it to me,” you told him with a small exciting smile. He was beginning to think you were having second thoughts but as he saw that look in your eyes, he knew you were too turned on to stop now.

Pulling his fingers out of you, he shamelessly licked them clean and took his phone out of the tripod, handing it to you. You flipped it around, noticing the phone was still recording and he chuckled softly as you pointed the camera at his face, your legs still spread in front of him.

“Go on then,” you grinned teasingly and he was pleasantly surprised by your words, not hesitating to do what you told him to. He gave you a wink as he licked his lips and your heart skipped a beat, watching him through the camera as he grabbed onto the back of your thighs, keeping you in your place before he leaned in closer and went back to eating you out. He started slow, making you whimper and moan softly, making sure it sounded extra sensual. Your confidence was growing now that you had the phone in your hand, but so was his. Vince wasn’t the type of person to shy away from a camera and your sounds were stroking hid ego greatly, but he wanted more.

Didn’t take him long to go all in; the slurping sounds that were created because of his mouth and your arousal were sinful. With the way you were moaning out his name and a string of rambled curse words and the way he was looking up at the camera, it was enough to make porn addicts cum undone in the matter of seconds.

It was enough for you to come undone.

Your fingers clenched around the phone, careful not to cut off the recording. You were looking at him from underneath the phone, because the real life version was so much better.

“S-Shit.. Vince,” you breathed out, your voice shifting into a moan as one of your hands moved back into his hair. Your boyfriend was a bit of an actor too, rolling his eyes into the back of his head as he got you to your breaking point but you were too out of your mind to laugh at him. You could barely keep your body still, the chair creaking and shiveling a little underneath your weight and half of Vince’s weight as he had his arms pressed on the edge of it.

Once you were trying to close your thighs and tugging at his hair a little, he knew you had reached your high and were getting sensitive. He slowly pulled back and licked your arousal from his lips, leaning up to gently take the phone out of your hand; you let him do what he wanted, switching to the front camera and recording the both of you in a sensual make out session.

You tasted yourself on his tongue, which only made you more needy for him and you didn’t even care about your faces being on full display. He opened his eyes, looking in the camera as you bit his lower lip, sucking on it softly afterward; as you turned your head a little and noticed the position of you and your boyfriend in the camera, you giggled softly and turned his face back to you, kissing him again.

 

It was obvious that being on camera was doing something to the both of you, mostly your ego’s. He was sucking on your tongue, nipping at your lips and moaning into your mouth. It was turning you on to no end and you stole the phone out of his hand, stopping the recording.

“Lay on the bed and film me,” you told him as you handed him the phone, gently shoving him to the bed. He laughed and got on the bed, pressing record again after you fixed your hair a little. You giggled as you wiggled your hips a little, running your hands through your hair before pulling your bra strips further down than they already were. He bit his lip, moving his free hand down to cup himself through his boxershorts.

“Take it off,” he told you with a soft exciting laugh, watching you turn your back to him as your hands found the clasp of your bra. You easily flicked it open and took the fabric off your body, hiding your bare breasts with your arm as you turned back around and threw the piece of underwear at him. He laughed again, putting it beside him on the bed as he watched you through the camera when you slowly removed your arm and softly squeezed your breasts, smiling at him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, squeezing himself a little harder. “Come here, baby. Wanna see you on my cock,”

You grinned and made your way closer to the bed, making sure to sway your hips in a flattering way. He silently signed for you to turn around as he tugged his boxershorts down and you quickly grabbed the fabric to throw it to the floor, doing what he wanted; hovering above him with your ass on full display, he wrapped his hand around his cock and gathered some of your arousal on his tip, the both of you moaning in unison at the skin on skin contact. You looked over your shoulder to the best of your abilities and wiggled your hips a little, desperate for him to fill you up. He grinned, making sure the camera was capturing the moment of him aligning himself at your entrance and you slowly sinking down onto him.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned as he was completely inside of you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your ass. He didn’t know if it was to sooth himself or you; he had been inside of you countless of times before, but the feeling could transport him to a different universe every time. “My baby girl’s so tight,”

You moaned softly at his words and placed your hands on the bed in between his legs, keeping yourself up but leaned forward a little so the view of him disappearing inside of you every time you came down was perfectly visible to the camera.

“I love your cock, baby, feels so good,” you moaned as you bit your lip while looking at him over your shoulder, fucking yourself onto him slowly. He cursed softly under his breath, knowing your words were for the camera, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Dirty talk wasn’t foreign for you and him, but you were usually a little more reserved with it. Seemed like the camera brought out another side of you, one that he was excited to explore more.

“Yeah? You love it, huh? Show me how much,” the way his voice dropped a few octaves made you slip even further into your newfound role and when he landed a slap on your ass, you moaned pornographically as you picked up your pace. He grinned to himself as he felt you placing your hands on his ankles, helping to keep yourself steady as your ass jiggled onto his lower abdomen every time you came down.

“Look at that ass,” he hummed, making you slow down a little as he squeezed your ass, his large palm kneading the flesh hungrily. Unfortunately for him, the position didn���t allow him to sink his teeth into it, otherwise he would. “Fuckin’ sexy,”

You giggled softly as you slowly twirled your hips around a little while looking at him over your shoulder, wanting to see his reaction. His eyes met yours as he moaned deeply, his hand running up your spine and twirling your hair around his wrist before grabbing onto it. You moaned as you sat up a little more, picking up your pace as you chased your second high of the day; he quickly flipped the phone to selfie mode as he put it on the bedside table, moving his now free hand forward and in between your legs. Your moans grew louder as his fingertips found your clit, rubbing at it skilfully fast. Your position naturally shifted as you pulled your feet from out underneath you and placed them flat on the bed.

He released your hair as you quickly lifted your hips, making him slip out of you. You were planning on riding him while facing him but he seemed to have other ideas as he grabbed your hips and playfully threw you on the bed. You laid in his spot as he got in between your thighs, laughing softly as he reached his arm to the phone to fix its position a little; making sure it was filming your bodies and half of your face.

“You better edit the hell out of that video,” you whispered to him in a giggle and he chuckled, nodding as he pushed himself inside of you. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing your moans. He didn’t give you time to get used to the change of position, thrusting into you at a steady pace as he pulled back and grabbed your ankles, keeping your legs spread and up in the air a little.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he kissed your ankle and the side of your foot, teasingly sinking his teeth in your big toe. Your hands were in your hair before they moved down to your breasts, squeezing them and pinching at your nipples softly. Vince didn’t try and keep himself quiet anymore either, and while he wasn’t quiet in the bedroom in general, you could hear he was amping it up a little for the camera.

Still, he sounded fucking hot, and it only added fuel to the fire of your own nearly feral state.

“Look at you,” he grunted, gently letting go of your ankles and lowering your legs as he ran his hands down your thighs, squeezing at your hips. He moved one hand up your tummy and in between your breasts, hand wrapping casually around your throat. “Taking my cock so well and looking fuckin’ gorgeous while doing so,”

He added a little pressure to your throat, making you grab onto his arm and at first, he thought it was because you were in pain. He realised that was most definitely not the case when your eyes rolled into the back of your head, moaning as you stuck out your tongue. He smirked as he collected a bit of saliva on his own tongue and leaned down to you, keeping his hips still as he dribbled a string of spit onto your tongue.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him as you swallowed his spit and he cursed softly. That was something you hadn’t done before, and he’d be damned if this was the last time you’d ever do it.

A new fire seemed to light inside of him as he grabbed onto your left thigh, pushing it backwards and moving it to the side so your legs were pressed together and side ways. With his hand still around your throat and his other hand now squeezing your ass, landing a firm slap against your skin now and then, he fucked you roughly into the mattress. You were a moaning mess underneath him, holding onto his arm tightly to keep his hand around your throat as you kept your eyes on him the entire time.

 

He was so damn gorgeous with his messy hair, eyebrows pinched together in concetration as he watched his own cock being covered in your arousal every time he pulled his hips backwards and his plumb lips parted, moans and curses flying off his tongue.

It was a sight you never wanted to forget and as you remembered the phone still recording on the bedside table, you realised you never had to.

Vince Everett truly was a sight for sore eyes and with his balls slapping against your skin with every thrust, you wouldn’t mind to share it with the rest of the world through a computer or phone screen.

Due to your thighs pressed together, Vince was struggling to postpone his orgasm any longer. The position caused you to be even more tight than you already were and he was slowly but surely losing his mind, his hand that was around your throat moving to your thigh to keep your legs in place. He never wanted the moment to end, but the feeling of your warmth surrounding his cock so firmly made it impossible for him to slow down or change the position.

“’M so close, baby girl, so close,” he grunted as he looked down at you through half lidded eyes, his hands squeezing at your thigh and ass as if you were some kind of stress ball that would release pent up tension. In a way, you kind of were in this moment.

You were sure you’d be bruised up in a few hours, but you did not care for one second.

You didn’t have the strength, nor were you in the right mind, to answer him with words so you moaned instead, giving him a little nod. He chased his orgasm, thrusting hard and fast for a few times until he suddenly pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock. You took the hint and spread your legs in front of him again, propping yourself up on your elbows a little as you watched your boyfriend jerk himself off for a few seconds before he released himself all over your stomach and a little bit on your breasts.

His head hung back in his neck as his hips stuttered forward in his fist, his chest heaving up and down frantically as he moaned out a few incoherent curse words that you were pretty sure wouldn’t be picked up on camera.

As he rolled his head back to look at you, he grinned as you swooped up some of his sperm from your tummy, sucking it off your finger. He licked his lips and leaned down, placing his hands on the pillow on either side of your head as he kissed your lips.

“My dirty little movie star,” he whispered against your lips with a smirk and you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. You kissed his neck before softly and teasingly biting his earlobe, giggling.

“You’re definitely cutting that out,”

 

Vince had sitting at his desk for the rest of the day, working on the sinful video you created a few hours ago. He was motivated, wanting your first “official” sex tape to be flawless. He wanted it to seem like you and him had done this before and even though it was still going to look like an amateur porn because that was what it was, he wanted to make sure it looked better than some other videos that were out there.

He also worked so hard on it because you told him you wanted to see the finished product first before you’d decide if you wanted it to be out there on the internet for everyone to see or not.

You had changed the sheets and after dinner, you made yourself comfortable in his bed and watched TV. You had eventually drifted off to sleep, but your boyfriend startled you awake at around 1 in the morning.

“It’s finished!” he announced loud and proud, smiling brightly as he turned the chair around to face you. “Come see, princess,”

He wasn’t too bothered about the fact he woke you up; this was more important. You sighed softly and got out of the bed, sitting down on his lap as you watched him set up the video.

“Here we go,” you chuckled with an amused shake of your head as you leaned back against his chest, as Vince pressed play.

You felt a little awkward watching yourself and your boyfriend being intimate in a video like this, but you had to admit, his editing was really good. The awkward change of some positions were cut out and he got rid off the moments that felt a little too slow as well. It looked good; like a video from one of those verified couples.

Your faces were in most shots and that’s what you doubtful about uploading it to the public. You were still in college and Vince was doing gigs and whatnot; what if people recognized you? Strangers were one thing, but family and friends were something else entirely.

You had a teenage brother, and you were pretty sure porn wasn’t foreign to him.

“Vince, I don’t know.. maybe we should’ve been more careful with showing our faces. Can’t you cut it out of the frame?”

“Baby, I tried but it ruins the whole video,” he sighed softly, leaning his chin on your shoulder as you were leaning with your elbows on the desk now, looking at the computer screen. “There’s one other option, though,”

You turned your head a little to look at him and he raised his head, shrugging his shoulders a little. “We can put it behind a paywall,” he suggested, quickly continuing before you’d have the chance to stop him. “A lot of couples do that. They don’t upload their full videos for free, only snippets of it or short foreplay videos. Let’s be honest, most people are too stingy to pay for amateur porn unless they’re full on addicts. Chances of people we know being porn addicts are slim to none,”

His words made sense. You had come across a lot of those teaser videos or foreplay videos where you didn’t see anyone’s face, having to pay for a subscription if you wanted to see the full video with face. You were still a little nervous about it, but it meant you’d get paid for it; maybe you wouldn’t be able to shop until you dropped but having some extra money on the side would be nice.

You were a poor student and Vince was the lead singer in a still mostly unknown band. You both could use the money.

“Okay, okay, let’s just do it,” you said, nodding as you turned back to the computer. Vince smiled brightly, slipping one arm around your waist as you watched him create a faceless teaser video out of the full video. You created an account on Pornhub and OnlyFans, watching excitedly but nervously as the teaser was uploaded.

“You’re gonna be famous, baby,” he said jokingly, sending you a wink as you turned around on his lap a little to face him with a soft laugh.

Slipping your arms around his shoulders, you pecked his lips and smiled. “I can’t wait,” you grinned jokingly, your eyes lighting up a little as you grabbed your phone from the desk and opened the Notes app. “We have to come up with ideas. We can’t always do it on the bed or even in your room, that’s boring,” you told him as you already started typing away, listing a few ideas for videos.

Vince raised his eyebrows, blowing a raspberry before letting out a laugh. “I’ve created a monster,”

You ignored his words, smiling as you leaned back against his chest and continued cooking up ideas for your and your boyfriend’s newfound hobby.

Vince didn’t care if he created a monster or not or about the fact that you seemed to be more excited about this all than he was in the moment. Even though the thought of strange people watching the videos stroked his ego and made his confidence grow a little more, it also made him feel even closer to you than he already was.

Because despite putting the videos online for people to see, he felt like creating them was something intense and beautiful that he only shared with you. Not only would it give him something to look at if you weren’t by his side – which was rare because the both of you were together nearly every day – it was also a way of making memories.

Sinful, delicious memories he couldn’t imagine himself creating with anyone else.

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[powerofelvis]

I don't know if your requests are still open but could you do

"don't be shy now, sit on my face." "what's the matter, love? you get nervous when i look at you like this?"

With Vince Everett and thick thighed reader (if your comfortable with it)

FINALLY SOMEBODY REQUESTED MY BABY VINCE! I’ve worked hard on this one because I wanted to make Vince proud. This is pure filth and my god, Vince had me in love. Here it is finally, long awaited!

Pairing: Vince Everett x Reader

Word Count: 1896

Warning(s): SMUT, PURE UNADULTERATED SMUT, oral (m.receiving, f.receiving), Vince being a little cute shit, THIS IS HOT YALL I SWEAR IT)

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You’ve known Vince since you were a little girl. He had always watched out for you in your neighborhood, even once you became a young woman. As any young girl who is watched after by a slightly older boy, you developed a little crush for Vince. A crush so big that it could have swallowed you whole. However, you didn’t tell him because he was busy working and flirting with every dame that passed by him. One day, you were working at the local bar that was in town when Vince entered. He was happy about getting a big check, so he was looking to spend some money on some drinks. “Hi, Sweetheart!” Vince sat down on the bar chair, flashing the smile that always melted your heart. “Vince, what brings you here?” You started making his usual drink that he ordered when he came in. “Well, sweet thing, I have this big wad of cash so I’m here to buy some drinks to unwind.” He winked at you, before turning to the woman who had sat down to him.

You could feel the jealousy boil up the surface, but you shook your head at him before turning away to focus on the other customers. It wasn’t long after you turned away that you could hear a commotion behind you with Vince and another man. The man was drunk, pushing Vince around, belligerently berating him about talking to his woman. You turned around slowly, trying to reach out to stop Vince as he was rearing his arm back with his fist balled up before landing a punch to his face. You could hear his face crunch as he fell back, hitting his head in the process. You gasped, catching Vince’s attention as others gathered around the man. He was unconscious so someone yelled for you to call the ambulance. You hurriedly called the ambulance as Vince stood there with a look of remorse on his face.

Vince had killed the man, so he had to serve 10-14 months in prison. You stood beside him the whole time, writing him letters. He would write back, telling you about his cellmate Hank who he said would help him with his singing career. You couldn’t believe that Vince had his head in the clouds when he should have been thinking about what he would do after prison. You would write back to him, telling him that you would be by his side with whatever he decided to do. Soon, the letters stopped and you assumed that he was in trouble. Soon his stint in prison was over and he showed up on your doorstep. You allowed him to stay with you until he could get back on his feet, wanting to repay him for looking out for you for all those years. As he was staying with you, he had met a woman named Peggy who he would work with to record his music. As usual, the jealousy you had always felt would bubble back up in your body. However, you didn’t know that Vince would keep his promise that he made to you before he went to prison.

Vince had finally become famous with his song “Treat Me Nice” so he had moved out of your house and into his own. You were still working at the bar, torturing yourself with drunk patrons and women who would come in looking for Vince. You would soon quit afterwards because it became too much for you to bear. As time went on, Vince was back into your life, inviting you to parties that he would have. It was at this party that you noticed that he would linger near you more than he had ever done. As you were playing with his pups, he would stand over you with a proud smile. “What are you doing?” You would ask him in which he would chuckle, muttering “Nothing sweet thing, nothing.” Soon the party had cleared up and Vince had convinced you to stay with him that night. You were sitting on the couch, snuggling with one of his pups when Vince plopped down beside you, huffing.

“What’s the matter, Vince?” You asked as you sat up, turning to him. “Hank just pissed me off ‘is all.” He muttered, his eyes not looking at you. You could tell that Hank was getting tired of Vince and his cockiness, but you knew better than to think that Vince understood. “Vince, ever since you started singing, you’ve really felt as if you’re untouchable. Maybe Hank-..” You started before Vince’s head snapped over to look at you. His blue eyes glared back at you, as he stood up. “Goddamn it, Y/N! Not you too!” He yelled. Vince had never called you by your first name unless he was angry, which caught you off guard. “Vince, I’m just tryin’ to tell you that Hank is-..” Vince grabbed you by the arm, pulling you up before pushing you against the wall. Your eyes nervously searched his, with hope that he realized that it was you. It was you, the girl who stood by his side while he was locked away. It was you, the sweetheart that followed him everywhere when you were neighbors. And it was you, the woman who was madly in love with him.

“What’s the matter, love? You get nervous when I look at you like this?” He taunted you as his fingers moved up your sides, slowly. You were unsure what was happening, but your body was responding to his touch. “I’ve been waiting for a time like this. A time where we could be alone.” He groaned in your ear, pressing kisses behind your ear. “You’re not the little girl that you once were. You’ve grown, haven’t you, sweetheart?” His hands ran along your thick thighs, squeezing them slightly. You couldn’t say anything—the moans passing your lips at the feeling of his searing touch along your thighs. Vince was scaring you, but why was the scenario that you found yourself in turning you on? He tugged your dress off of your body, tracing his fingers along the dimples that planted themselves on your thighs.

“Touch me, Vince. Please?” You whimpered, pulling his collared shirt off of his body. He chuckled, sensing how needy you were for him. How much you needed him. It was cute. He pulled you off of the wall, undoing your bra, throwing it to the floor. Shortly after, your underwear found themselves on the floor. You mewled against his touch, your body following his hands wherever they would touch. “Please..” You grumbled. Vince pulled his hands away, sinking back on the loveseat that was in his living room. His fingers motioned for you to come over, him manspreading. “Crawl over here, sweet thing.” He wanted to see how far he could push you and you were willing to go as far as he wanted you to. You got down on your hands and knees, slowly crawling over to him, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

He leaned down, pressing a heated kiss to your lips before tugging your hair back with his hand. “I know how long you’ve wanted me. I’ve wanted you just as long as you’ve wanted me.” He smirked, removing his hand from your locks before undoing his slacks. He pulled his dick out of his slacks, looking back at you. “Now since you have so much to goddamn say about how I act, use your mouth for something else other than yappin’.” He tugged you down to his dick by your hair. You immediately wrapped your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks as he thrusted up into your mouth. He hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag instantly. The feeling of him using your throat for his dick had started to make you leak your own juices down your thighs. He groaned, thrusting himself in the back of your throat, his lips spilled curses and moans. Your hands steadied your body, bobbing your head along him.

He groaned, looking down at you from behind his long eyelashes, his dick twitching into your mouth. “I’m going to fill your fuckin’ mouth with my cum, sweet thing. And you’re gonna fuckin’ swallow all of it, understand?” He continued fucking into your mouth, not giving you time to respond. Tears covered your cheeks, saliva pooling out the corners of your lips as it dripped down his length and on his slacks. “You’re filthy, sweetheart. You had a whole lot to say about me being cocky, but here you are swallowing my cock like the filthy girl that you are.” He smirked, groaning as his dick continued to twitch in your mouth. “I’m gonna cum, baby.” He groaned not long after, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he shot his load down your throat. You gagged, but your throat opened allowing all of his cum to slide down your throat. His hands let go of your hair, allowing you to pull yourself off of his dick.

He stood up, pulling his cock back into his slacks. He wiped your smudged mascara from under your eyes before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “It’s time for me to return the favor, baby.” He laid back on the sofa, beckoning you over to him. “Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.” He chuckled, pulling your hips over his face. Your thighs shook, resting your cunt on his mouth. He groaned, licking a stripe up your cunt before wrapping his lips around your clit. You yelped at the pleasure, moving your hands to hold on to the couch. Your thighs continued to shake, the pleasure being more than you had imagined. Vince could have died and went to heaven because the taste of your cunt was sweeter than any fruit that he had tasted. His lips continued its assault on your clit, his hands gripping your ass as he fucked into you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, whimpers passing your lips. “Vince, please!” You moaned out, riding your hips along his lips. “There we go, baby. Don’t hold back.” He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. You were close and you knew it. “I can’t hold on baby, my legs feel like jello.” You moaned out, thighs still shaking uncontrollably. His tongue fucked into your cunt faster, the squishing noises of your juices falling out of you sounded like pure sex.

The coil in your stomach snapped, sending you deep in your orgasm. You shivered, still riding along his mouth. Your vision became blurry and goosebumps covered your body as you came long and hard. Vince didn’t let up, his tongue lapping up everything that you could give him. He pulled away from your cunt with a pop, juices covering his lips. His tongue ran across his lips, cleaning your juices from his mouth. “Now what were you saying earlier, sweet thing?” He tilted his head, sitting you down on the couch. You were so fucked out that you had forgotten what you were talking to him about. “I don’t remember..” you spoke, slightly out of your mind. He chuckled, pulling you into his arms. “It doesn't matter now, baby.” The smirk never left his lips as he held you for the remainder of the night.

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[flwersgarden]

talk like an angel. × ִ ໋ . 𖠗 ࣪

pairings : yandere!vince everett x female reader.

summary : vince gets lovesick syndrome.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, use of money as a manipulation tactic, slight harassment, stalking).

author's note : y'all know i had to do it. i love to babygirlfy elvis bad boy characters 🥰

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

vince knows that he is a bad man. he has no self control and he is selfish in order to get what he wants, even if that hurts someone else.

but with you, he is a different person.

he first met you in one of those bars he used to frequent whenever he gets paid, his dollars serving him to stand out for a few minutes, at least. you were having a 'date' there, your face showing how bored you were from whatever savior story the boy was trying to sell you made him smile your way.

“ now what mischief are you planning? ”

he looked at the bartender he grew to know, his smile growing.

“ now, who said i'm doing that? ”

“ everytime you smile is a warning to someone. ” vince laughed, finding the thing ridiculous. “ spill it. ”

he rolled his eyes. “ the girl. ” he pointed with his head where he you sat. “ who is she? ”

the bartender raised his eyebrows, understanding vince's attention. “ i don't know, first time i see her. not that boy though, he is a customer. ”

vince nodded, looking at the both of you again; your face upgrading from boring to disgusted, the boy has to be stupid not to notice your clearly uninterested face.

“ really? would you mind if i interrupt? ” he asked with his eyes still focused in your figure, traveling from your face to your body. damn, were you a candy.

“ nah, the girl is probably planning her death by now. ”

vince nodded while chuckling, standing up and now walking to you.

“ hello. ”

your date stopped talking, looking at vince with a furrowed brow. you, on the other hand, sighed in relief.

“ who are you? ”

“ hey. ” vince ignored your partner's question, his hand on the table as he got closer to you. “ what's your name? ”

“ sweden. ” you responded in an uninterested manner, first the dude your friend recommended for a date draining your patience and now this clown?

vince laughed, holding the weight of his body on the hand that was on the table. “ can i call you sweedy? ”

you scoffed, about to talk back, but your date talked.

“ hey man, do you mind? find someone that is not busy. ” he said, trying to capture vince's attention.

“ nah, it's okay, i need to go. ” you quickly answered, standing up, taking your purse.

“ why? ” both male voices asked, your date clearly sad.

“ i have work. ” you passed through the body of vince, leaving him with the sweet smell of your perfume and the electrifying touch of your hand as you pushed him away.

vince and your date watched you walk away, a few other men watching you go too.

vince needed to see you again.

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but life is shit.

he was now in jail because he defended a woman in a bar. where is the justice in that?!

he almost threw a tantrum to the judge, telling her how he didn't have time to waste because:

“ there is this girl, right? and i- i need to see her. ”

“ yeah, son, at least five thousand different men have told me that. ”

vince just scoffed, well sure other men had a woman but what he had was more important than theirs!

his stay wasn't that bad, he got a kind of friend in his cell but he didn't bump fists with him as vince noticed him to be more self absorbed than anyone he ever met. including himself.

“ man, don't you ever stop talking? ” vince said in his bed, turning to look at his cellmate who was making fun of vince when he talked about you.

“ yeah but it's more fun to get under your skin. ”

vince threw him a pack of cigarettes.

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but life was good.

when he got released, hank was nice enough to recommend a place for vince to start singing so in the moment hank got freedom, they both could be famous.

vince smiled while listening but inside he was laughing. yeahhh, sureee.

he sat on some stool, looking at the girls dancing some number when he saw the figure of a woman sitting next to him.

he engaged a kind of bitter conversation with her for a moment but he suddenly grew quiet.

“ what, no more to say? ” the girl, peggy, mockingly said.

“ oh hell yes. ” he stood up, taking the guitar as an instinct as he walked up to the table that caught his attention.

“ sweden! ” he excitedly said, your head snapping to meet his eyes.

“ ugh. ” you answered.

vince smiled, such a warm welcome of yours.

“ y/n? who is this? ” a man that was sitting next to you asked making vince smile wide.

“ y/n? you lied to me, sweden? ”

you stood up, it was an advantage you were at the end of the table so you could take his hand and drag him a bit far away where your table was.

“ who are you and what do you want? ”

“ vince everett, m'lady, all i want is one of your extravagant kisses. ”

shocked at his bluntness you took a step back, your shiny dress making his eyes shine as well.

“ you are-. ” a voice cut you off.

“ y/n! ” your boyfriend screamed, you smiled as an answer making vince almost drool at the sight although your smile dissappeared the moment you saw him.

“ look, i don't know what kind of woman you think i am but clearly i am not that kind, understood? ”

vince just kept quiet, for the first time in his life. oh, he could hear your voice forever.

you just groaned, walking to your table again.

you were dumb if you think he would leave easy like that.

he walked to the owner, asking him to sing which petition he refused.

“ we already have a band! ” the owner exclaimed with his hands in the air at vince tough figure before walking out.

but you know vince, he doesn't take no for an answer.

“ ladies and gentleman, i want to sing for you but this man doesn't let me so this is also to prove him what he is missing. ”

your attention shifting to him, quite surprised at what he was doing.

vince started singing, you slightly raised your eyebrows clearly surprised at how beautiful his voice sounded. but some other people weren't paying attention which lead vince to hit the guitar against the table of some old man that mocked him, walking out with embarrassment of doing that in front of you.

your family and date were murmuring between them while you smiled. well, he sure knew how to give a spectacle.

you noticed how a girl ran after him making you shrug. good luck to her, you thought for some reason.

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the third time vince saw you, you didn't notice.

he just found out some man stole his record so he was angry, even after showing the same man a piece of his mind, passing through the street with his hands on his pocket.

man, life is shit.

he kicked a small rock out of his way, his mind filled with comforting thoughts that were just you and that smile you showed to that prick. he groaned. now he is more pissed.

as he passed a small street he heard some voices arguing which, as the gossip part of him took hold of, made him stop.

“ you are a fucking-. ”

“ i want you to finish that. ”

vince eyes widened as your melodious voice took a line in the conversation.

“ i won't. because i am a gentleman. ”

“ ha! sure, you are. pay my respect to your folks by telling them that our marriage will never be because their gentleman cheated on me! ”

vince's hand flew to his mouth, hiding his gasp and smile.

a clink! was heard and a few steps approached the end of the street, vince turning to the opposite side and showing his back to you as you got out of the discussion, a few tears in your eyes as you walked in shame to your home.

vince smiled as he saw you leave, turning just in time to find that dumbass. a hand in his chest to stop him from walking away.

“ what-. ”

a punch cut him off, vince sighing as the man stumbled back into the small street before looking around to see if anyone saw them and entering the small street to show that man a piece of his mind when he noticed everyone was mounding their business.

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vince's life went great after that!

peggy helped him to get a solid career, his songs being a hit and his face being in posters around the country.

but the only thing he needed was you.

he worked hard for you.

so why don't you show him some gratitude?

he has been seeing you after your break-up with that prick, you being totally oblivious to the preying eyes behind you, his obsession growing with every day he saw you. he was waiting for the perfect moment, he was sure the moment was going to be granted.

and granted it was.

he threw a party in his house, forgetting all about his fling with peggy, smiling to all the models he found alone.

but at the 5th boring model he was hearing, he saw you.

with a dress that covered your feet, flowing through the crowd, your parents behind you admiring the rich decoration.

“ excuse me. ” he interrupted the girl without even looking at her, walking to you.

a small smile was in your face as your parents greeted him.

what a turn of events.

“ y/n, right? ” vince asked as if he hadn't been stalking- protecting you for the last months.

“ yes. ” you gave him your hand which he kissed with a smile.

“ not that i'm disgusted by this or anything but, how did you knew about this? ”

your mother spoke up. “ oh! our employees are the ones that manage your record label! ” she gladly said, not seeming proud of it, just stating the truth.

“ ohhh, you are the ones that want to but my contract. ” vince laughed, glancing at you which at that you frowned. did you have something in your face?

“ yes! but no pressure, my darling, we are just very interested in your talent. ” your mother said.

vince thought about it. this was the moment.

peggy was the problem though, he founded it with her so she had to agree to it.

“ w-well, i'll think about it. ” your parents nodded their head, saying their goodbyes before walking to the inside of the house. you were about to follow them when vince's hand in your arm stopped you.

“ mr. everett? ”

he raised his eyebrows. “ damn, where is this formality coming of? ”

you shook your head. “ i feel.. ashamed. ”

“ huh? ” he smiled a bit, this situation quite funny for him.

“ i met your girlfriend, peggy. ”

now, he was mad.

“ my what?! ”

you nodded, clearly not noticing the smoke that went out his ears.

“ yes... she told me it was a misunderstanding and i just treated you horribly, forgive me. ”

“ misunderstanding? ” he asked again. what the fuck was going on?

“ i thought you were one of those men that tries to ruin a lady's reputation but, she said you weren't any of the sorts! forgive me, i was focused on the stereotypes and such. god, i feel so embarrassed. ”

vince just closed his eyes, feeling the frustration in his head. life is shit.

“ i hope we can meet each other and find ourselves to be good friends. even business partners if you accept my parents offer. ” you smiled as you were looking at your parents talking to someone, oblivious to vince murderous stance at the moment.

“ yeah. ” he sighed, opening his eyes to smile just like in time as you looked at him. “ we'll see. ”

your smile grew wider. “ thank you, mr. everett. ” you kissed his cheek before leaving to where your parents were. vince touched his cheek.

he needed to talk with peggy.

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“ i'm gonna sell it. ”

peggy just kept quiet, astonished at how cruel vince's voice sounded.

“ okay? ”

she scoffed. “ well, what do you want me to say?! ”

“ that you're okay with it! ”

she stood up, laughing with no humor in it. “ you care what i think about it? ”

he chuckled, getting closer to her. “ no, i just don't want a lawsuit that waste my time. ”

peggy's eyes burned with tears.

“ after what i did-. ”

“ oh yeah! who told you you could talk to her?! ” he pointed at some random part of the house, you were clearly not there but in his mind you were.

“ who? ”

“ y'know who. ” his gaze made peggy tremble, his hands shaking. “ the girl you told to you were my girlfriend. ”

she sighed. “ it was so you didn't had a bad reputation, don't you see?! she is the daughter of important people and you just stalk her?! ”

“ I PROTECT HER! ” he slammed his hand on the bar table beside them. peggy kept quiet, afraid at how the anger of vince was now directed at her. “ and you ruined that. i was waiting for the perfect moment to tell her how i've felt for months now and you ruined it. ”

peggy closed her eyes, tears falling to her cheek. “ i'm sorry. ”

“ you will be. ” his stern voice cracked her heart. “ and i will sell it. i don't want you to be a pain in my ass later. ” he turned around in a way to show her this didn't affect him.

why would it?

he was winning.

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“ we welcome vince everett to our label! ” your father screamed at the camera, cheers heard from various employees and your mother behind you while you clapped, vince hugging your father while he smiled. he then hugged you and your mother.

vince smiled as he caught the same sweet smell of perfume you used whenever you felt the event to be important. were you that happy? oh, don't worry, he was going to take all the time you both wasted back.

“ very happy you decided this, mr. everett. ” you said to him as your parents chatted with some other people in the business.

“ come on, call me vince, that makes me feel old. ”

you chuckled. “ okay, vince. ”

he is about to pass out.

“ ah, boy! ” your father walked to him, engulfing him in another hug. “ you don't know how happy you made this old man. ” your father and vince chuckled. “ remember we are here for you, any music you like to do, we'll help. ”

“ i appreciate it, sir. ” your father nodded, taking vince to meet the staff.

vince turned around in a way of asking you for help, you winking at him before walking out.

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after a few weeks of vince working in your parents label, you two hit it right!

vince was funny, making you and your parents laugh in business meetings at some expensive restaurant.

vince was kind, buying you stuff while you two walked behind your parents.

vince was adorable, hiding his blush whenever you complimented his work and singing.

it was impossible to not fall for him. so after a month of knowing him well, you accepted his offer to a date.

and it was one of your most happy memories with him.

vince knew how to impress you. those months of protection really had its advantages.

“ i still feel terrible remembering how i treated you before. ” you said while cuddling to him in your parents house couch, the chimney brightening the room, after returning from an event. your heels in the floor and his jacket covering the both of you.

vince laughed, shaking his head. “ you could've shot me. ” you punched his chest, pretending to be offended.

“ we should lie about how we met. ”

vince hummed, caressing your hair while his cheek pressed against your head. “ let's say it was love at first sight. ”

“ oh yes! ” you excitedly said.

after a few minutes, you started closing your eyes as the dream invaded your eyelids. “ we should say that to our children. ” you whispered.

you didn't see it but vince's eyes shined at the mention of a family of your own. children running through the garden of your house vince bought.

life is good.

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[bunnydexterloveselvis]

what if i wrote a fluffy fic

would you guys like it

I don't write much, so it may be bad

If you have any requests the ask box is always open!!!!!!!!

(btw I am now taking requests for agent elvis x reader... if that counts as a different elvis? im not sure... still gonna write him though teehee)

extra austin!elvis just because <3

#i really want to write an elvis fic though #maybe for vince everett #or tulsa mclean #or just bde #idk #im spitballing here #pleaaseee send me stuffffff #raahh #elvis #elvis presley #elvis x reader #big daddy elvis #dexter posts #dexter.txt

[ophelia-writes-stuff]

♥ masterlist of fics recs ♥

aka, please don't mind this post, just organizing the fics i've read . . . more to be added as time goes on.

profiles (because i'd literally be listing all their fics)

@venus-haze (best yandere!elvis fics in my opinion)

@blainesebastian (amazing a.b. fics)

@flwersgarden (amazing yandere and not yandere!elvis and other fics)

@aconflagrationofmyown (amazing elvis fics - most beautiful writing like what)

@corroded-hellfire (amazing eddie munson fics!!)

(obviously there's more, but these are just some)

elvis / characters

Vampire!Elvis x Vampire!Reader

Red String || Elvis x Reader

Don't Worry Darling AU || Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Worshipping!Elvis x Worshipped!Reader

Love Is All I Can Give To You || Vampire!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Austin!Elvis x Enemy!Reader

Someone to Watch Over Me || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Naive!Reader

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter - Prequel || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Enchanted || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Chain of Fools || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Cutesy!Reader

What Aren't You Telling Me? || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Beale Street Blues || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Only Ones Who Know || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Be My Once In A Lifetime || Elvis x Reader

I've Got A Crush On You || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Craw-Fever || Elvis Presley x Reader

The Bathroom || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Ever Fallen In Love || Austin!Elvis x Reader

All I Want || Elvis x Reader

International Hotel || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Trouble || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Come Out Tonight || Austin!Elvis x Reader

The Silence of a Falling Star || Elvis Presley x Reader

Reunion || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Late Night Reassurance || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Sing For Me || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Siren!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Quite A Show || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Vampire!Elvis x Reader

Just The Costume Designer || Elvis x Reader

Trouble || Austin!Elvis x Reader

All Out of Dreams || Austin!Elvis x Reader

National Anthem || Yandere!Elvis x Reader

Loving You Will Be The Death Of Me || Austin!Elvis x Reader

All I Wanted Was You || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Showgirl!Reader

Talk Like An Angel || Yandere!Vince Everett x Fem!Reader

Austin!Elvis x Vampire!Reader

A Star Is Born || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Know What You've Done || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

The Leather Jumpsuit || Elvis x Reader

Cult Leader!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Reader

Heartbreak Hotel || Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

Werewolf!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Can’t Help Falling in Love || Austin!Elvis x Reader

That Damn Hound Dog || Elvis Presley x Reader

Double Trouble || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader x Yandere!Jesse

You Go To My Head || Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Different Kind Of Love || Cult Leader!Elvis x Reader

Ghost!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Demon!Austin!Elvis x Reader

All Shook Up || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Vampire!Austin!Elvis x Reader

You’re Her Daddy || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Lovesick Blues || Yandere!Austin!Elvis

Don't Fly Away || 60s!Elvis / Time Traveler!Elvis x Reader

Married!Elvis x Little Sister!Reader

Yours || Elvis Presley x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Priscilla's Best Friend!Reader

Vampire!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Reader

Yandere!Elvis x Pushover / People Pleaser(?)!Reader

The Singer and The Journalist || Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader

austin butler / characters

Going Method || Austin Butler x Reader

Teasing!Austin Butler x Reader

Austin Butler x Reader

Mutually Assured Satisfaction || Austin Butler x Reader

Not My Husband || Austin Butler x Reader

Ruin You || Austin Butler x Reader

Happy Birthday || Austin Butler x Reader

Alone || Sebastian Kydd x Fem!Reader

Wil Ohmsford x Reader

billy hargrove

Yandere!Billy x Reader

You Never Shut Up about Steve || Jealous!Billy x Reader

Assertive || Billy x Reader

Fool for You || Billy x Fem!Reader

What Are You Supposed To Be? || Billy x Fem!Reader

Like The Wind || Billy x Fem!Reader

Mindflayed!Yandere!Billy x Reader

steve harrington

Cherry Flavored || Yandere!Steve x Reader x Yandere!Eddie

Steve x Reader x Abusive!Billy

Stay Awhile || Steve x Fem!Reader

eddie munson

Cherry Flavored || Yandere!Eddie x Reader x Yandere!Steve

Soft Yandere!Eddie x Reader

Groupie Love || Yandere!Eddie x Reader

Love Comes Walking In || Eddie x Reader

Jealousy, Jealousy || Eddie x Reader

Yandere!Eddie x Reader

Hellraiser || Yandere!Eddie x Reader

#lia-recs #austin butler elvis #elvis x reader #austin elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley #elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis biopic #elvis the king #baz luhrmann elvis

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Requests - 24

DC 🔵

Wally West: 1

MARVEL 🔴

Hobie Brown: 1

Bucky Barnes: 1

Miguel O’Hara: 6

MORTAL KOMBAT 🐉

Kuai Liang: 1

Raiden: 1

SCREAM 😱🔪

Danny Brackett: 1

Wes Hicks: 3

Chad Meeks: 4

Vince: 1

WOLF PACK 🐺

Harlan: 3

Miscellaneous❓: 1

Drafts - 23

*These percentages may or may not accurate they are just an estimation*

DC🔵

Bart Allen: 1

- East Side: %0

Damian Wayne: 1

- Jealous Boy: %50

Jaime Reyes: 1

- BOOMBYAH: %5

Jason Todd: 1

- FΛSHION: %86

John Constantine: 1

- Savage: %70

Tim Drake: 1

- Cool With You: %40

Fear Street🧙‍♀️

Nick Goode: 1

- Detached: %40

MARVEL🔴

Miguel O’Hara: 4

- Blinding Lights: %1

- How Did I Ever: %10

- Pop! Mall Madness: %35

- Scary Mask: Massacre: %45

MORTAL KOMBAT🐉

Tomas Vrbada: 1

- Moonlight: %25

SCREAM 😱 🔪

Ethan Landry: 2

- After School: %40

- Be My Baby: %15

Wes Hicks: 2

- *Undecided Title*: %0

- The Feels: %30

WOLF PACK 🐺

Everett Lang: 1

- Salty And Sweet: %0

Harlan Briggs: 3

- Gym Buddies: %45

- Salty And Sweet: %0

- The Grudge: %15

MISCELLANEOUS❓

M!Delinquent!Oc x M!Reader

- Selfish: %80

Cowboy!Oc x M!Reader

- All American Bitch: %5

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Everlong | Elvis!Vince x Masc!Reader

Summary: You work at a distribution company and as date has it Vince Everett and Peggy need some help with their record. You were always known as a dimwit but this is your chance to prove yourself.

Warnings: Vince is gonna switch up a lot

Word Count: 2.7k

Vince Everett had just created what he thought would be the new best selling song ever. He just needed someone to sign with him to put it out there. This happened well over a week ago.

“Come on, Vince. We can't give up now, there are still companies we haven't been to that could give us offers.” Peggy nagged, trying to get Vince off the couch he had been lazing about on.

“Face it peg, No one wants to sign with us! We should just make our own record company.” Vince whined like a five year old as he resisted from getting up. Peggy sighed and placed her hands on her hips like a tired mother. “I'll give you a free meal if you come with me today.”

A long pause was present meaning Vince was thinking it over. He hadn't eaten yet so that option was sounding good. “Fine. But we eat first.” He stated as he got up and aggressively grabbed his jacket. “Yeah, yeah.” Peggy scoffed out, walking through the door first with Vince tagging along behind very unwillingly.

✦

Your day had started slow as usual. Get up, brush your teeth, put your suit on, and walk next door to your father’s distribution and record company. It was simple. You liked simple. Simply because it was easy. Simple is such a fun word, you thought to yourself. You were never the brightest bulb in the box but your father told you that you never needed to. You were somehow heir to the company anyways. Although you hated that it was a fact, since your father was the CEO, you had many privileges. Including constantly having your ass covered from all the mistakes.

Today though, you felt like you wouldn't make a mistake. You felt that something good would come into the office. A great opportunity. The positive idea gave you a positive attitude. Oh how you loved days like these. Just on time, you walked into the fancy building that would soon be yours in decades time. When you had walked in, you overheard a woman and a man doing their best to convince the staff at the front desk to let them speak to, well, your dad.

You noticed that the man had a growing angry expression so you decided to step in. The staff seemed happy that you did at the moment. The man looked like he could explode at any second. “Excuse me, is there any trouble?” You asked politely, looking at them both with a soft smile. Their anxious demeanors died down at this. The woman spoke up first, “Hello, I'm Peggy Aldan. I'm here to see if the company would like to take part in our record.” She said calmly but all the well enthusiastically. You quickly recognized her name, “Oh! You worked with Mickey Alba!” She grinned at this and smiled.

You glanced at the man next to her, “And you must be the artist?” You question. The man looked to the side, cold faced. Peggy stepped in, “This is Vince, and yes he's the singer.”

Before she could continue, he rudely interrupted, “And who might you be?” Vince towered over you causing Peggy to gently hit his arm. “I'm Y/N L/N. The son of the person who owns this company.” You explained patiently. There was something different about these people, they looked like they had potential on multiple levels.

You hummed, “Alright. What do you say that I'll give this a listen and see what I can do?” You suggested with a cool smile. Their faces lit up at your offer, “Really?” Peggy chirped. “Of course, you both are more than welcome to accompany me to my office.” Your voice was soft as silk, showing them the upmost kindness.

Once you had entered your office, Vince looked awfully suspicious of you. “You ain't gonna steal our record, right?” He asked, dripping with caution. “Steal? Well, that's illegal and my father taught me never to do that.” You said casually, as you popped the record into the vinyl. “It's happened before.” Vince added. “I'm sorry that it did,” You gave him a genuine frown, “I won't do such a thing. You have my word, Mister Vince.” He was shocked at how your kindness never faltered. That you weren't even offended.

Peggy waited anxiously for your reaction as the record began to play. You always loved music and it was the only thing you were sure you were knowledgeable about. Like how most people have an eye for art, you had an ear for music. Carefully, you listened to peace and boy did it sound great. Vince’s voice was like honeydew, he sang with emotion. Passion. Something you can't find too easily nowadays. You stopped the record, giving it one last though. “Well?” Vince asked, impatient.

“Well..” You trailed, “I think it's amazing.” You grinned. Peggy couldn't contain herself, “You see that, Vince? He said it was amazing.” She tugged at his arm. Vince didn't look the slightest bit amused, “Yeah, I heard.”

“Now, since your name isn't known very well I'll have to pull some strings but I don't mind,” You rubbed the back of your neck. “Give me a day or two and I'll call you into the office for a contract.”

“Sounds great. Thank you so much, Mr. L/N.” Peggy grabbed your hand to shake it. “Oh please, Call me Y/N.” You went to shake Vince’s hand. “When everything is done our company usually likes to throw after parties with our clients if it's a success. Make sure to not be late.” You felt Vince squeeze your hand harshly, “Don't screw us over.”

✦

As the days passed, it took hours and hours for you to convince your dad to give them a try. After he had finally listened to the record, he too was left amazed. Vince offered opportunities no other big artist could and he was young too. Finally getting the approval, you dialed Peggy. “The contract is ready, hurry on up.” You informed quickly.

Within minutes, a pair walked into your father’s office. Vince gave you a more trusting stare. “Welcome.” Your father smiled, gesturing to them to sit down as you stood next to his desk. “My boy here bugged me about y'all for days and I gave in last night. It sure did surprise me.” Your father spoke, putting his cigar out. “Not the smartest one out of the bunch?” Vince bluntly put out there, you weren't hurt by it. You were used to being called dumb and what not. Peggy didn't like it one bit though and let out an angry, “Manners.”

“Well, you can say that.” Your father shrugged, “But he made a good decision. I'm trusting him to handle this and if he does then he'll prove himself to me.” He glanced at you and you only nervously looked away. “Oh? So Y/N will be the one handling our business?” Peggy asked. “He will. I'll just supervise.”

“Right. You’ll be signing under my branch and if you want. A partnership for you and vince. Your own record company under my branch.” You chirped in, pointing at a separate contract. Peggy gasped, her hand covering her mouth. “Really.” You answered as if you were reading her mind.

“Don't let me down.” Your father patted your shoulder and you blindly nodded, “Of course.” Vince continued to eye you down. Did he hate men or something? You thought to yourself in confusion. Your father excused himself out of the room for a meeting a second later so you took this moment to get them to sign. “Alright, I'll need both signatures here and here.” You pointed to blank spaces on multiple pages.

Once all the legal stuff was out of the way, you began to organize everything. You made conversation as you did so, “Since we are basically partners now in business, I'll be seeing you two a lot. I hope we can be friends as we go on.” You happily said, placing everything where it needed to be. Peggy nodded in joy, looking at Vince for any type of reaction only to be met with nothing.

“When will our record be released in shop?” Vince leaned back in his seat cooly. “Five work days, precisely. So Thursday.” You answered his question easily. “Come on peg. Let's get out of here.” Vince stood up, not saying goodbye to you and straight up left the room. Peggy apologized to you before quickly following after him.

✦

Your prediction was right. Vince’s record was a massive hit. Everyone had loved it, the teenagers especially. Vince as an artist was basically a goldmine now. A party was now getting thrown for Vince’s and Peggy’s great debut. Peggy had offered to throw it at her parents place since they were on vacation.

The night was young and you were there since the AM helping organize the party. You had a glass of water in your hand as you wandered around the house. People from the company, close friends, and other higher ups attended the party. You knew some of them but never to the point where you could casually conversate. You didn't try too becuase you always ended up as the butt of the joke. Either because you didn't get the joke or you couldn't keep up.

You found yourself wandering into Peggy’s old room, it was quiet and away from the ongoing party. Your curiosity got the best of you as your eyes laid on a vanity. It still had items laying upon it. Makeup. You've never seen before besides in stores on display. You picked up what looked like a pencil, examining it.

“Like makeup?”

You yelped at whoever talked, scaring you from suddenly popping out of nowhere. It turned out to be Vince who had just closed the door behind himself. “That's eyeliner.” He added, unable to hide his smug smile from your reaction at him scaring you. “Huh?” You tilted your head. “The stick in your hand, dummy.”

“Oh- You know about makeup?” You quickly set it down back where you found it. “A bit.” He answered as he walked towards you and sat on the edge of the bed. You leaned against the vanity. “Want me to teach you?” He asked calmly. This was a bit weird. What happened to the bad boy he was a few days ago. You could only nod in response. “Sit in front of me.” Vince looked into your eyes with no malicious intent.

Without a word, you got on your knees in front of him. Vince felt strange at how obedient you were. It made him feel things. He only hummed and reached over to the vanity to grab the makeup. “Stay still, got it?” You were about to nod again but he held your head still by grabbing your chin. “Still.” He repeated. You replied with a soft “Sorry.”

Vince began to work on your face while mumbling what he was doing. “The eyeliner goes on the bottom of your eyes, it can go here too if you want.” He continued on mascara, blush, eyeshadow, then finally your lips. He was using a nude lipstick so it looked like natural makeup. He stared at your lips as he slowly traced it. Your ears began to gain a red color at how intimate it felt.

He had finally pulled away, looking at his final product. “There. Look at the mirror.” He ordered and you did as you were told. Your eyes widened at your reflection. “Pretty…the make up I mean.” You looked back at vince. “Well you're a pretty boy.” He commented as he twirled a lock of your hair in his index finger. You blushed, “You mean handsome.”

“Why not pretty?” He asked. “I'm not supposed to be pretty.” You replied with innocence. “You can be whatever you want, baby.” You blinked at him, it was like Vince was an entirely different person. He treated you so softly in private. “I thought you didn't like me.”

He started to tap his foot, biting the inside of his cheek as if he were contemplating something. “I decided you weren't bad. ‘m sorry for treating you like crap.” Vince came clean. He would usually never do this but you were so goddamn cute in his eyes. You grinned at his apology, “It's okay, I wasn't mad.” You lightly chuckled. Vince gave a small smile, smearing the lipstick with his thumb. It was quite obvious he was attracted to you from his actions but you were too oblivious to notice.

“Whatcha drinkin’ there, doll?” Vince pointed at your sat down glass of water. “Hm? Oh just water.”

“Why not wine? It's on the house tonight.” Vince asked, liking that you were still on your knees for him. His heart felt like it was on fire and quite frankly he didn't care that you were a boy. “I've..I've never drank before. My dad never allowed me to,” embarrassed, you looked at him. “Well 'm allowing you to.” Vince handed you a glass of wine that was originally his. You hesitantly held the cup. “Go on, just try it, honey.” He caressed your cheek.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you gulped down the drink in just two seconds. “Woah! Woah! I said try it, not inhale the whole goddamn thing!” Vince snatched the now empty glass away, wide eyed. You hiccuped in response and made a nasty reaction at the liquid which earned a laugh from Vince. It was the first time you heard him laugh. “You're so silly, honey.” He held his stomach.

Your face burned from the alcohol, wine often worked faster than most liquor. Vince stared down at you, “Hey..thank you for what you did for me and peg. Without you, we would be knocked flat out. But now we're on our feet.” Vince rubbed the back of his neck, his ears turning red. Your voice was slurred, “It's your skill that got you where you are..” You laid your head onto his lap.

“Already drunk?” He mumbled to himself, examining you. “Maybe you should sleep it off.” He said aloud. Peggy had opened the room just then causing a commotion between you and Vince. Not thinking it through, you threw yourself onto the ground, pulling your blazer over your head with your behind in the air. Vince only stood up casting you a glance doing his best not to face palm. “Uh..Is Y/N alright? You didn't hurt him right, Vince?” Peggy asked, walking up.

“Of course not, why would I?” Vince crossed his arms, stepping in front of you so Peggy wouldn't catch a glimpse at your makeup. “Well you weren't too kind to him these past days. Y/N, dear, are you okay?” She peaked over Vince’s shoulder. “Fine! Thank you!” You said, keeping your head covered.

“Now Peg, we were kinda in a conversation,” Vince cleared his throat, “Aw you finally made up with him?”She cooed like she was proud of hun. “Yeah yeah,” Vince rolled his eyes. “Either way, people are asking for you so please join the party soon. Thank you, Vince.” She patted his shoulder before walking and closing the door behind herself.

Vince turned around to look at you. He stood there for a second, waiting for you to get up but you never did. “Y/N, she's gone.” He called placing his hands on his hips. “Oh.” You got up, rubbing your forehead. “Hurt yourself?” He glanced at the red mark on your head. You nodded with a hiccup following afterwards. He gently rubbed the mark, blowing softly on it. “You'll be okay, darling.” He drawled.

“Do you like boys?” You blurted out, the drunk in you removing your fear factor. Vince choked at your sudden question, pulling away. “I-I I mean. I certainly don' dislike them…but I like girls too..” He sounded unsure “Anyways! You need to sleep!” Vince hurriedly pushed you onto the bed and covered you. “But I don' wanna!” You said loudly. “You're gonna, boy.” Vince took your shoes off and grabbed a makeup wipe. “Now stay still like before.” Vince held your chin still and began to wipe his previous work away. It looked too pretty to wipe away but he did so anyway. Before he knew it, you had fell asleep right then and there. He hummed and pushed your hair out of your face.

“See you in the morning.”

#elvis #elvis presley #masc reader #austin butler #austin butler elvis #austin elvis x reader #elvis movie #elvis x reader #austin butler x reader #elvisaaronpresley #elvis x you

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Things Are Changing

Chapter One. Characters: Curtis Everett x Reader. Warning(s): Uhm, none... for now.  Authors Note: I’ve been reading too much fanfic about this beautiful, damaged man that I had a specific idea on writing my own piece of work about him. I love this movie, I love this character. I hope you all enjoy my work. I’ve been out of the fanfic writing game and I hope... it’s good. SUMMARY: A few days before the revolt, Curtis meets the reader. Wondering why he hasn’t met her before in the tail section. All his plans seem to shift when he now has someone else to think about.

Sitting in your bunk, you were reading the last known book to ever exist. Tanya was kind enough to hand it to you; thinking you’d be the right person to keep it safe. She said it was a classic. Having the bottom bunk on the floor, your “mattress” was getting thinned out. Too thinned out to where you could practically feel the cold metal of the train floor beneath you.

Your legs were sticking out from the curtain and someone had tripped over your legs. Frustrated that it was the third time it had happened, you were fed up. Tired of being bothered by people that didn't know how to watch their step.

“Hey!” you exclaimed, pulling the curtain back some and looking out. The figure in a woven beanie looked down at you; his piercing blue eyes were darkened by thoughts. He stared at you, not changing his expressed.

You shivered from his stare. Christ.

“S-sorry, Curtis,” you muttered, slowly pulling your legs back from under the curtain and watched as he made his way down the way. Edgar, his second in command, following suit. Sighing heavily, you closed the curtain and took a deep breath. You didn’t know much about the male, but you knew he kept mostly to himself with the exception of Tanya, Gilliam, and Edgar.

“Way to go,” a voice said, opening the curtain and taking a seat beside you. It was Vincent, your childhood friend that boarded the train with you when you were both young ones. 

“Yeah... tell me about it,” you said, breathing softly as you closed the book. You rested against the train wall, closing your eyes. Thinking of how he looked at you. Curtis never stared that long at someone.

“He was staring awfully long at you. Wonder what he was thinking,” Vincent said, smirking as he picked up the book. You immediately snatched it back. “Tanya gave it to me. No touching,” you warned, setting it under the pillow.

“Almost time for dinner... lets start heading out?” Vincent asked, and you nodded. Crawling from under your space, people were talking amongst themselves. Passing by Gilliam’s section of the train, you turned to catch the eyes of Curtis once more. He stared again, but you didn’t wanna hold eye contact too long.

Breaking the eye contact, you looked ahead and gripped Vincent’s shoulders when you walked toward the front of the tail section with him leading the way.

“Did he stare at you again?” Vincent asked, you didn’t answer. Instead, you sat down in the third row with him, Curtis would be in the fifth row. He always was. Hell, why were you even thinking about him? Wow, made eye contact once, twice, and all of sudden you think you’re getting married. Feeling the nudge Vince gave you, you returned back to earth from your thoughts and smirked.

“Yeah... I’m pretty sure it didn’t mean anything though. He stares at a lot of people, V,” you retorted. That was when Vincent scoffed and he nudged you again when someone sat next to you. Seeing it was Edgar, you brushed it off but felt him scoot away from you and another body replaced him. Turning, Curtis had made Edgar move so he could sit beside you.

Odd.

You smiled softly, and turned your head toward the doors. The guards came in, told you to stand and then sit as they counted. Getting in line for dinner, you got your protein bar, eating it without a grimace. At this point, nothing tasted bad anymore. Biting into the middle, you groaned and felt the metal graze against your teeth. Smirking, you pulled it out and felt a hand take it from you. Edgar had nodded at you and you let him have it. He disappeared with Curtis and you shook your head, returning to eat.

// CURTIS.

She had the bar. Obviously she had the bar. When she made a face and pulled out the silver capsule from her mouth, he smirked and nodded at Edgar to retrieve the metal. She didn’t question it, just let him take it. She shrugged it off and returned to her meal. She was with someone else. Someone he did notice every now and then.

“She didn’t even care. Now stop making googley eyes at her. We have business to tend to,” Edgar scolded, patting Curtis’ shoulder. Walking to the back, to Gilliam’s section, they began talking about the capsule. It was a name. Someone they had to break out. Someone that was of value. Hearing the rustling of the curtain, he saw it was the girl.

“Yes my dear?” Gilliam asked, his tone full of curiosity.

“I... I wanted to say sorry to Curtis. Sorry for tripping you... I-I didn’t mean to,” she continued. Curtis watched her, rubbing his beard and staring at her.

“When... when were you on this train? When did you come on?” Curtis asked the female, smirking. She gave a soft shrug.

“I was about... nine,” she answered, and she smiled softly. “Again... sorry,” she continued, and walked out, the curtain closing behind her.

“She’s pretty,” Gilliam commented, looking at Curtis who was back in his head. “Hm. I have other things on my mind,” Curtis said, looking down at the protein blocks in line. A girl was the last thing on his mind. Even if she was on his mind all damn night.

He laid awake in bed, talking to Edgar about what he remembered. Turning his head, he saw the boy she was with earlier pull open her curtain. Somehow... he was getting... upset over it.

// READER.

You could hear them. Talking about life before the train. You sighed softly. You barely remembered. It was tough, hard to think about that far back. Your parents were long gone. Having died but a little over two years ago. It was an infection for your dad that claimed him, while heartbreak took your mom not long after. You were alone. No one else in the world.

Feeling the light breeze move over you, your eyes opened. Tears had clouded your vision but you could tell it was Vincent. It wasn’t long when voices fully woke the tail section up. Health inspection. Children only.

Standing there behind the children, your eyes wandered down to see Timmy hiding underneath Tanya’s skirt. Your eyes immediately shot away and looked at the person across the way. Not wanting to bring attention to it. But it was too late. Hell broke loose and they found Timmy.

“Leave him alone!” you shouted, feeling a punch land on your jaw and felt everything fade out. But you immediately came back, seeing Vincent hovering over you. “Come on... you’re okay. You’ve had worse,” he said, helping you stand. They had Timmy. They were gone.

How long were you really out? you wondered.

“How is she?” the deep voice said, Curtis standing to the side and moving toward you. “She’s fine... nothing she can’t handle. Have a good night, Curtis,” Vincent answered and ended the conversation there.

You laid in your bed, breathing deeply as the pain in your jaw was powerful. Making finding peace to sleep hard. 

Curtis cared... why did he care?

#curtis x reader #curtis everett #snowpiercer #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #snowpiercer fanfic #chris evans #reader

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ELVIS PRESLEY AND CHARACTERS MASTERLIST ꒰ ৎ୭ ꒱ >

☆ requested. ¦ ★ dark / yandere. (only for his characters)

— lovestruck.

— older!elvis forgot reader's name (in a funny way).

— lovestruck elvis with priscilla younger sister reader. ☆ part two: red string.

— elvis with little!reader who is also shy. ☆

— reader taking care of elvis after they took his wisdom teeth. ☆

— daddy!elvis taking care of little!reader after she has a nightmare (and tucks her to bed!). ☆

— protective daddy!elvis with little!reader. ☆

— daddy!elvis and little!reader on the beach. ☆

— daddy!elvis with socially awkward little!reader. ☆

— halley's comet.

ꜜ vince everett. ︵ ꒱

— talk like an angel. ★

#elvis presley x you #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley fic #elvis presley imagine #elvis presley #elvis x reader #vince everett fic #vince everett x reader #vince everett imagine

[powerofelvis]

powerofelvis’s masterlist

Hey there darlin’s! This simplified masterlist includes all of my writings. Most of my writings is NOT suitable for the kiddos, so please be honest if you are under the age of 18. 

Do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my works, please. I worked too hard on my writings. 

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Started: 09/21/2022

Updated: 08/04/2023

elvis aaron presley.

One Shots

blue jumpsuit.

need to know.

fever dream.

the jaycees.

take me to church.

chocolates and cream.

pledging my love.

why marry.

the act of love.

ménage a trois. 

wherever you go. 

slice of cherry. sweets for my sweet.

aloha to my heart. a surprise amidst war.

Drabbles

everlasting love.  thanksgiving at graceland.

drunk on you. 

you’re not alone.

rubberneckin’.

no one loves you more.

the jungle room.

timetraveler!elvis

bookworm!elvis

earlyfame!elvis

elvis x quiet!reader

Headcanons

meeting the family.

birthday shenanigans.

Series

Peach Tea in Tennessee | teenaged!elvis x black bookworm!reader

Sweet Inspiration | elvis x black!reader

part two

always on my mind. | elvis x plus sized!reader *indefinitely on hold*

Part 2 | Part 3

no longer the housewife.| elvis x f!reader

part two | final.

elvis presley’s movie characters.

One Shots

coming soon.

Drabbles

vince everett x reader (1)

Series

hard headed woman. | part two || danny fisher x reader

austin robert butler.

One Shots

the finer things.

good for you.

love without shame.

Drabbles

drabble one.

drabble two.

drabble three.

drabble four. 

drabble five.

drabble six. 

My requests are open. Feel free to send me a message or hit up my ask box for requests! Thank y’all for being patient with me and I hope that you all enjoy my works!

#daisy’s masterlist #powerofelvis masterlist #elvis x plus size!reader #elvisaaronpresley #elvis presley x reader #austin butler drabble #austin!elvis #daisy writes

[ophelia-writes-stuff]

♥ request info and rules ♥

my requests are currently: open !

please note ! if you request something and i fulfill that request, please reblog. i spend a lot of time writing and would very much appreciate a simple reblog for my efforts. (of course, you're not forced to, but i sure would appreciate it).

as of current, i am writing for:

austin butler characters such as . . .

austin!elvis presley

wil ohmsford

sebastian kydd

elvis presley characters such as . . .

elvis presley himself

vince everett

danny fischer

stranger things characters such as . . .

steve harrington

eddie munson

billy hargrove

miscellaneous characters such as . . .

jason dead (jd) - heathers

billy - scream

please note ! in my elvis fics, you can *obviously* imagine either austin!elvis or normal elvis, it's up to you.

i will write about :

sfw topics

x readers

angst

fluff

suggestive themes

yandere and other dark topics

violent and gory stuff

female readers and non-binary readers

toxic/abusive relationships

more may be added

on thin ice :

nsfw topics (no detailed or fully written out descriptions, but I'll allude and mention them)

s3lf-harm or su1cide

r4pe (again, mentions and allusions to this are fine, but nothing explicit)

i will not write about :

character x character

smut / explicitly sexual content

p3dophilia

inc3st

polyamory

more may be added

please ask if you cannot find something on these lists!

types of fics :

headcannons - bullet point styled fics. can be as long or as short as i'd like.

drabbles - &lt;1k single part fics.

oneshots - >1k single part fics. not hcs.

series - >2 parts of a fic (so at least three) .

full-length fics - >30k words, >3 parts (technically also considered a series).

#requests #request #requests open #reqs open #requests are open #anon requests #send in requests #request rules #rules #elvis requests #fic requests #fanfiction #fic #fanfictions

[headfullofpresley]

WIPs ask game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it

thank uuu for tagging me @elvisabutler @prayerstopresley & @cryingabtab ! i usually don't title my work until after i finished it, woops.

vince everett smuttie

tulsa

werewolf!elvis

60s!elvis vamp society

all too well

good rockin' tonight

oceans apart 7

priscilla x reader

tagging: @dre6ming @woundmetender @mooodyblue @steph-speaks and whoever wants to do thissss~

#wips ask game #elvis x reader