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[thegettingbyp2]

I Never Liked Him Anyway

Summary: Reader comforts Austin!Elvis after he fires the Colonel

You were up and out of your seat the moment you heard Elvis yelling, trying to make your way backstage as inconspicuously as possible. You’d noticed that something was wrong with him before the show, drinking more than usual and taking a few more pills than normal, but he’d assured you that he was fine. It wasn’t until he started slurring his words and wavering that you realised just how wrong things were.

A rush of anger filled your body when you heard the things that Elvis was saying; about how the Colonel had been lying to him all these years, hindering his career just so he could earn more money. You hadn’t told Elvis about your feelings towards the Colonel because you had seen how grateful towards the Colonel Elvis was and you didn’t want to ruin that for him, however, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief when you heard Elvis tell the Colonel that he was fired.

When you finally made your way backstage, you saw Elvis on his own, on his knees in the middle of the stage and you didn’t waste a single second in rushing over to him, sinking to your knees and wrapping your arms around him the best you could.

‘You okay, baby?’ you asked softly, threading your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly as your other hand began to smooth up and down his arm.

‘Years,’ was all he said in reply, his voice rough but distant, his eyes screwed tightly closed. ‘Years I could have been touring the world, taking my music to my fans everywhere and he stopped all because he couldn’t leave the goddamn country.’ His voice had risen in volume as he spoke and you could feel the anger radiating off of him.

‘I know,’ you replied sadly, knowing that there wasn’t anything you could say to him to make things better at the moment.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, you just being there for him until you felt him calm down a bit. ‘Hey, do you want to know something?’ you asked, turning your head to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

‘Always, baby,’ he replied, picking your hand up and smoothing his thumbs over your knuckles.

‘I never liked him anyway,’ you whispered, making Elvis’ body vibrate with chuckles. He leaned back to sit on the floor, bringing you into his lap.

‘Is that so?’

‘Yeah, I didn’t like the way he seemed to have some kind of control over you. And I know he didn’t like me.’

‘You’re not wrong there, baby,’ he said softly, ‘he didn’t like how I’d always run everything by you, didn’t like how I always wanted your opinion on everything.’

‘Well, then, it sounds to me that you did the right thing by getting rid of him, huh,’ you said, tilting his chin playfully, making Elvis smile softly at you.

‘It definitely is, baby,’ he murmured, leaning down to press his lips tenderly to yours.

‘How about we head upstairs, jump in a bath and try and forget all this, at least for the rest of the night?’ you suggested, tugging on his jumpsuit slightly.

‘I think that sounds amazing, baby,’ he said, standing up before helping you up, throwing his arm around your shoulder and kissing the side of your head as you left the stage.

[sissylittlefeather]

Hi friends! I wrote another fic. I'm just churning these out right now because I'm obsessed 😂

You really have to suspend reality for this one. Like, just let your imagination have at it and try not to think about how it would actually work out. Also, it's based on a scene from the movie, so it's probably more Austin!Elvis, but you could pretend it really happened with EP if you wanted to. The world is your oyster. Dream on.

This is a continuation of Baby What's Your Name?, but you don't necessarily have to read that one first. Basically, all my fics exist in the same timeline with the same Elvis & reader characters.

Warnings: F/m p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, public sex, cops?, smut, cussing, MINORS DNI 18+

Summary: this takes place after the riot at the Russwood Park show in the Elvis (2022) movie. Austin!Elvis x reader (y/n). You've come to comfort Elvis after they shove him in the cop car.

Always, Honey

You sit and watch in horror as the police officers drag Elvis from the stage. He's finally done it. He's gone too far and the people in charge stepped in. For a minute or two, you sit there in shock at what's happening with your hand covering your open mouth.

You need to get to him, but you know it won't be easy. You're not there in any official capacity. His parents don't know about you. The Colonel has suspicions that Elvis has been seeing someone, but he doesn't know who you are. No one knows that you've been with Elvis every time you could since that first night together when you threw your panties on the stage. What started with lust has turned into a relationship and you realize right now in this moment that you love him. Your worry for him makes that clear. You have to find a way to get to him.

You shake off the shock of the moment and stand up. You were sitting toward the back of the concert, so you can see the squad car at the back of the ballpark. That's where they will be headed. You take off in that direction, away from all the other fans who are running toward him. You make it to the car. As you stand there trying to decide what to do next, you see the crowd coming through the gates, and the officers dragging Elvis are at the center. He's yelling to his parents to get in the car they're being taken to, trying to keep himself clear of policemen and fans alike. You pretend to be just another fan as they shove him in the backseat and close the door. You're standing on the other side of the car when actual fans press in around you, screaming and grabbing at the car. You manage to get your face down to the window and knock on it, just praying that he'll look over in your direction. You pull on the door, but it's locked. You knock again on the window and yell as loud as you can, "E!"

He hears your voice amidst the chaos and turns, seeing you in the window. There's no one in the front seat yet, so he's able to unlock the door and open it just enough for you to slip into the backseat with him. He pulls you close to him and grabs your face with both hands.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, E, I'm fine. Are you okay?" He relaxes a little, knowing that you aren't hurt.

"Man, that was... I'm pissed, but yeah, I'm not hurt or anything." He pulls you in for a kiss. He's dripping in sweat, but you don't care. This isn't the first time he's kissed you after a show. Usually you're squeezed somewhere backstage together for a quick moment before he's whisked away to wherever he's supposed to be post-performance.

Just then, though, the front doors of the car open and the cops slide into their positions on the front seat. The one in the passenger seat turns to look back at Elvis, glaring with a hatred you've never seen before. Elvis glares back with the same intensity. It takes a minute for the cop to even realize you're back there.

"What the hell is she doing in here? Get her out! You can't have a damn fan girl in the backseat when you're getting arrested!"

"IF SHE GETS OUT, I GET OUT." Elvis yells. You can see his hands shaking with rage. "SHE IS NOT A FAN. SHE IS MY GIRL." Your head whips around and your eyes lock on him. That's the first time he's acknowledged what you might be to each other.

The cop opens his mouth to yell back, but the other officer cuts in.

"-- you can't open the door right now. There's too many people out there and we need to go. She's going to have to stay where she is." He drives off slowly, careful to not run over any of the fans who are mobbing the car.

"Well... just... don't touch her." The passenger seat cop growls at Elvis, who defiantly throws his arm around you.

"I'll do what I damn well please. What are you gonna do? Arrest me?"

The cop's face goes beet red and he turns around in his seat to face front. Elvis plants a kiss on the side of your head and apologizes quietly.

"I'm sorry about all this, honey." He's got one hand around your shoulder and the other on your thigh. You look up into his eyes.

"Your girl, huh?" You try to keep your smile from giving away the elation you feel in your heart. Yep. You absolutely are in love with him. He gives you a soft smile.

"Yeah, baby, that alright with you?"

"Yeah, if that's what you want."

"If it means you're all mine, then it's what I want, kid." Your heart flip flops in your chest.

"And are you all mine?" You shouldn't have asked that. You know he belongs to his fans. You prepare yourself for him to say no without saying no.

"Always, honey." He leans in to kiss you again, this time with his lips parted. You let your tongue explore his as you turn toward him and move your legs across his lap. The hand that was on your thigh moves back to your hip as he pulls you in to him as close as you can get without straight up straddling him. He leans you back in the seat until he's on top of you.

"E. There are COPS in the front seat." You whisper with your teeth gritted. You feel the desire starting to build up between your legs, but you know this cannot happen here.

"I know, honey, I just want to make my girl feel good. Can I do that?" Your resolve melts. Let the cops watch, for all you care in this moment.

He sits up and slides his hands up under your dress, pulling your panties down your legs and over your shoes. You feel his hand crawl back up your thigh to your center. He uses his thumb to make circles on the spot that drives you so crazy. Then, he dips his fingers into you, where you're already wet and waiting for him. He uses some of your wetness to lubricate what his thumb is doing. It gets harder and harder to stay quiet as he works, so you bite your bottom lip and close your eyes.

"Damn, baby. You look so good right now." He whispers, not stopping what his hand is doing. Your heart is beating so fast and your breathing is heavy. You know your climax is coming and you're just praying that you'll stay quiet and the cops won't turn around until after you finish. He moves his thumb faster and faster, his fingers rubbing against your inside spot. You let out a small whine as the waves of ecstasy ripple through you. You look at Elvis and he smiles as he feels the throbbing and wetness on his fingers.

Almost on cue, the cop in the passenger side turns back to the backseat as you arrive at your destination. You shoot up in your seat and Elvis clears his throat, pulling his hand from under your skirt. You can't tell if the cop is clueless, or if he's just ignoring what happened so he doesn't have to talk about it. The driver pulls around to the back of the police station to avoid any press that might be gathered at the front.

"We have to go inside and get things arranged to bring you inside quietly. Arresting a movie star is harder than you think. Young lady, come with us." You start to move toward the door, but Elvis grabs your hand.

"I told you, officer, if she gets out, I get out. She's staying with me." He says it with so much authority that even the cop relents. He closes the door and both officers walk up to the back of the building. The second they're out of view, you turn back to Elvis and undo his pants, freeing his erection.

"Honey, what..?" He looks at you puzzled until he figures out what you're doing. He whips his head from side to side looking out both windows for paparazzi or cops or anyone at all while you hike up your skirt and straddle him. As you slide down onto him, your eyes meet and you moan in unison. You know you probably only have a few minutes, so you work fast, bouncing on him vigorously.

"Oh shit, baby." Elvis groans into your ear as his pleasure is released. Between the build up, watching you orgasm, and the thrill of maybe getting caught, he didn't last long at all. You push his wet hair back off of his sweaty forehead and kiss him. He's about to apologize for coming so quickly when you notice the cops coming back out. You jump off of him and sit back in your seat while he puts himself away and wipes off as much evidence as possible.

"I hope it's kinda dark in there." He laughs and holds your hand as the cops open his door. He turns back to you and gives you one last kiss.

"I'll see you soon, baby." They take him out of the car and cuff him as the other officer helps you out of the car. When you get inside, they let you use the phone to call Margie to come get you. It's not until you're in her car that you realize you've left your panties in the cop car. You giggle. Another pair of panties lost because of Elvis Presley...

[austinsmutler]

The Wonder of You - Austin!Elvis x Reader

Summary: While on your honeymoon in Hawaii, you and Elvis decide to try something new in the bedroom: taking photographs. You're a little bit unsure at first but Elvis is keen to show you how beautiful and truly sexy you are.

What you’ll like: Kinky Elvis, newlywed vibes, emotional connection while also just getting railed, erotic photography, Elvis appreciating every inch of you

Words: 1,600

Warnings: None, but there is some consensual smut. Minors DNI.

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You giggled as Elvis carried you over the threshold into the small hotel room. Small, because you had had a private wedding at Graceland and wanted to keep things private, if only for a week before he’d be back on tour. That meant a small honeymoon, far away from prying eyes.

So, one private plane trip to Hawaii later, here you were. The hotel was small, but the staff were known for their discretion, and for the first time since… ever, you and Elvis were alone. No Colonel, no screaming fans, no Memphis mafia. Just  husband and wife.

“Elvis! Put me down!”

“Okay,” he grinned as he threw you on the bed. You screamed and bounced before scowling up at him.

“Was that really necessary?”

“Definitely.” He smirked, framing you with his fingers. “Mrs Presley, you look like a pretty lil painting.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. Elvis turned and locked the door, and you couldn’t help but rake your gaze over his body. You’d traveled in simple clothing to avoid suspicion: you in a sky-blue button-up dress, him in black trousers and a matching shirt that was barely buttoned down, the hair on his chest visible. You wanted to feel that body against yours, wanted so many things only he could give you. 

Elvis turned and saw you squeeze your thighs together. He smirked, before a thought occurred to him and he bit his lip. 

“What is it?”

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try.” 

You sat up and beckoned him forward with a finger, leading him down for a kiss. “Tell me what you want.”

He made short work of your dress, stripping you down to your lingerie in minutes. While the dress was simple, your wedding lingerie made you look like a winning lottery ticket. White lace with black detailing, shimmering with rhinestones with every shaky breath you took. 

Elvis stood above you, taking in your whole body before he leaned down and whispered, “I want to photograph you like this, honey. Just like this.”

You shuddered as hot hands trailed down your bare sides. Need shot straight to your core, pulsing in tune with your rapid heartbeat. 

“Okay.” You whispered. 

“Really?” Elvis pulled back with an almost boyish grin on your face. You bit your lip and nodded.

“Anything for my husband.”

 Elvis pulled away to rummage through your suitcase. Light filtered in through the hotel window, bathing the room in a golden sunset glow. Elvis found the camera and turned around, humming as he took in every inch of your body. 

“Mmm, My wife is so beautiful.” 

“Elvis.” You gasped out a laugh, but it did nothing to hide the flush of your cheeks. The darkness in his eyes was intense enough, but with the camera that hovered over you, unblinking, you could combust at any moment. 

“Look right into the lens, baby.” Elvis breathed, and you heard the click of the camera as he captured you, laid out on the navy blue hotel sheets. You bit your lip and he took another photo. Then another. And another. 

Elvis focused all his attention on you, hands drifting over your bare skin, caressing your sides, your thighs. Positioning the blue satin to his liking. Snap. Snap. Snap. A shiver ran down your spine with every photo. 

“Open your mouth just a little, baby. That’s it, you’re beautiful.” Elvis murmured, hardly blinking as he drank you in. 

You grew wetter with every click of the shutter, much to your surprise. This was not something you’d considered before- cameras were for public and family events, not capturing the most intimate moments of life. E

ven wearing lingerie, this was the most naked you’d ever felt. The space between you and your new husband scorched your skin, goosebumps rising as he positioned his body over yours for a close-up. 

Elvis was hard already, grinding slowly against you, capturing your every reaction as his length rubbed against you. The gasp you made when he pulled your bra down to tweak a nipple, the sigh when his tongue found the sweet spot on your neck and he sucked, turning the skin deep purple. 

You probably weren’t even in focus for half of these, Elvis’ attention focused in front of the camera instead of behind it. But the clicking shutter still urged you both on, pulling a moan from low in your throat.

“You’re so beautiful.” He put down the camera to take your face in his hands, exploring your mouth with his tongue as if for the first time. His fingers hooked your bra strings, starting to slide them down your shoulders. “Can I take these off, baby?”

You knew what he was really asking, and nodded shyly.

“If you’re not comfortable, we can stop.”

You hooked your hands around his neck and pulled him down, wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him closer. “I want it. Please, don’t make me beg.” 

He purred against your neck. “Maybe later.”

Elvis sat up in bed, taking you with him so that you were on top. “Go sit on the end of the bed.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, but with a glance there, you understood. At the foot of the bed was an enormous mirror that spanned almost the length of the wall. 

You sat. Waited. Held your breath.

“Spread your legs.” Elvis had the camera back in hand now, the clicking of the shutter resuming. He kissed down your neck and slid the bra from your shoulders before tossing it to the other side of the room. 

You both groaned as his fingers found your wetness, rubbing you through the lace. “You like this, hmm Mrs Presley?”

You could only nod, reaching up to hook an arm around the back of his neck. “Please, E, please-”

What were you begging for? You couldn’t say. Couldn’t think as a finger dipped inside your panties and slid inside with no resistance. Before you could think of anything, two fingers curled inside you, hitting your spot with practiced ease. 

“This what you want, baby?” 

You whined, bucking your hips as his fingers stilled, waiting for an answer. You slapped his arm and Elvis chuckled. 

“Is that a no?”

“Please. Please make me cum, I need to-” Words dissolved into a moan as Elvis redoubled his efforts, bringing you torturously close to the edge before his fingers stilled again. 

“Why?” Tears sprang up behind your eyes. Elvis grasped your chin and turned you to face the mirror, where his eyes were black with lust as he scanned over your body. 

“Because, wife, when you come tonight, it’s going to be because I’m inside you. Fucking you. I could get you there with my fingers right now, but I’d rather use my cock. What do you think?”

He punctuated the question with a few slow pumps of his fingers that left you bucking your hips, desperate for more contact. 

“Fuck me.” 

Click. 

Heat surged through you as you thought of the photo he’d just taken: you were almost completely naked while he was still fully-clothed, two fingers knuckle-deep inside you. Your mouth open and panting, legs spread obscenely wide while he nibbled on your earlobe, whispering filthy things in your ear. 

Elvis spun the two of you around so you were on your back on the bed, him kneeling between your legs, taking the white lace of your panties between his teeth, slowly tugging down your last item of clothing and flinging it over his shoulder. 

His hot breath crested over your clit and had you tangling your hands in his hair, tugging desperately. “Please, you don’t need to- to-” 

You stuttered as his tongue licked a slow trail to your clit, hips bucking as he set to spoiling you with his mouth. He slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, never once taking his mouth from you until your whole body quivered. 

Elvis sat back to remove his shirt and trousers, which joined your underwear in a pile on the floor. 

He knelt upright on the mattress, gripping your hips to pull you onto his cock. You both groaned as he sank into you fully, your legs wrapping around his hips and digging into his ass. If you’d stammered before, you were completely incoherent, unhinged as Elvis tortured you with slow strokes at first, before building up until the only sound that filled the room was slapping flesh. 

“This what you wanted?” Elvis reached down to squeeze your breast. “This how you like it?”

“Deeper. Please, deeper. I n-need to feel you.” 

Elvis growled and grabbed your hips with bruising force, hitting somewhere inside you’d never felt before. Everything else in the hotel melted away, your only anchor to reality was the soft sheets fisted in your palms as Elvis pounded into you relentlessly. 

“Need you to come for me, baby.” Elvis’ blue eyes were dark with lust, body slick with sweat as he showed no signs of slowing. 

You could do nothing but nod as he sped up, thumb pressing on your clit until you came in a blaze of white light and moans. Your whole body shook as Elvis followed you over the edge, releasing inside you. 

He slowly pulled out and collapsed beside you, panting. Neither of you could speak as you caught your breath, still clenching around nothing. 

When you could speak again, you turned to smile at your husband. “Well, that was a good start. What do you want to do now?”Elvis rolled on top of you with a growl, burying his face in your neck. “Mrs Presley, we are just getting started.”

[asshlyyyy]

Red String

Before I see the comments, there will be no part two. I need to crank out these fics if I want to finish my ongoing stories. This idea came to me when I learned about the red string legend. I tweaked it ever so slightly, but the main concept still stands. This one is a weird one, and I hope you enjoy it!

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Pairing: Elvis (Or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Teasing, Some Angst, Spelling and Grammatical Errors. Some information regarding the legend may be false. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 2.1k

You looked down at your ankle and let out a sigh. No matter how hard you worked to try and shorten the distance, it never seemed to lead you to anything… or anyone. You were getting on in years and quite frankly, you were about to give up and cut your string. Which honestly, you weren’t sure if you could even do that. 

The story of the red string was one that everyone grew up with. It was a way to explain why they had a red string attached to their ankle. One end was attached to yours, and the other end was attached to your soulmate’s ankle. Once your soulmate was found, the string would turn to gold and would turn into an anklet. It was to indicate you had found your soulmate. 

Most people found their soulmate early on. Middle school early on, hell some even met them while they were still babies! Yet, here you were in your thirties, and still… no golden anklet. You’ve been asked so many times why you wouldn’t follow it to the other end. The answer was simple, by the time you reached your soulmate the string would rip. Greed is what breaks the soulmate bond. 

You were supposed to find your soulmate off of some fate. You would bump into each other and you would mold. You watched your friends and family mold with their soulmates and you were tired. While no one has ever dared to cut their string. It is said that if you cut your string you give up all hope and chance.  When you cut your string you give up the chance of ever having a soulmate.

It wasn’t like you wanted to give up. Heck no! You wanted to get married and have kids. You couldn’t do that without finding your soulmate. It was very rare that you saw two people together with red strings still. They were the rule breakers. The ones who didn’t care much for finding their soulmate. You wish you could have been like that.  

“I need two cheeseburgers and fries for table five!” You told the cook and placed the menus in their dedicated spot.

“Coming up!” The cook responded and got to work. You leaned down over the counter and placed your chin in the palm of your hand.  You looked around at the couples in the diner. Each and every one of them had their gold anklets. It wasn’t fair. How come they found their soulmate and you were still standing around like a lost puppy. 

“How’s the soulmate hunting coming?” Sherrie asked as she came riding on by. You turned your head over to her. 

“Well, I’m still tripping over my own red death so I would say… shitty.” You responded as you watched her skate around. She frowned and made her way over to you. 

“Hey, one day he’ll show up and… it will be so magical… so romantic… And hopefully not embarrassing like mine was when I met Chris.” She let out a pout. You remembered the day. It was like any other day in the diner. Well, besides the fact she bumped into someone. Everyone here was practically skilled at skating so bumping into someone was weird. 

“But isn’t meeting them supposed to be out of the blue? That’s why you can’t just follow your string.” You explained to her. In every single story you’ve heard or read about, soulmates found each other out of the blue. It was when they least expected it. 

“Do you want to meet your soulmate while covered in burning hot coffee?” She raised her eyebrow at you. A soft laugh left your mouth and you shook your head. She had you there.

“Table five, order up!” The ding broke you out of your conversation. You skated over to pick up the order and brought it over to the couple. You asked if there was anything else you could bring them. When you heard that no response, you made your way back over to Sherrie. 

“He helped you clean up though, and apologized a bunch. Your eyes met and…” you smiled softly, “and it was like you two knew. That was your magical moment.”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right.” She smiled as she remembered that meeting. You rolled your eyes playfully at her. After you two started to do some other tasks you heard a bunch of high-pitched screams. You turned your head towards the sound and found a multitude of girls crowded outside. 

“What’s up with that?” You asked Sherrie. She raised her eyebrow in confusion as she looked outside. 

“I have no idea,” she shrugged. You two decided to ignore the screams and got back to work. You cleaned up some of the tables and helped the customers. Pretty much what you did every day. 

You looked over at the clock and did a mental celebration. It was your break, or at least it was about to be. Not only did you finally get to eat, but you only had half a day left. You announced to the other girls that you were going on your break and grabbed your lunch bag and headed out behind the building. 

It was very rare that you ate food from the diner. The food there is amazing, but you just liked being able to make your own food. The cooks already had to make so much food, they shouldn’t have to cook for you too. 

As you walked outside you shielded your eyes from the blasting sun. When your eyes adjusted to the new light you noticed a tall man standing over you. You let out a scream but it was soon concealed by his mouth. 

“Please don’ yell,” The guy said. Okay, who the hell did this person think they were? Not only to be standing out behind your business of work but for putting his hands on you. You took the opportunity while he was distracted and bit down on his hand. He yelped in pain and pulled his hand away. “The hell was that for?!”

“You put your hands on me!” You looked up at the guy. “I should be the one saying that.” You huffed and walked away from the creepy man. 

“That still don’ give ya the right to bite me.” He followed after you. You stopped in your step and turned to face him. 

“Do you want me to call the cops on you?” You said it in more of a statement rather than a question. When you first stepped out you didn’t get a good look at him. But now looking at him, you saw who he was and you froze. Your mouth gaped open and you heard him laugh at your reaction. 

You quickly closed up your mouth and marched away. That self-entitled prick! Does he really think that he deserves everything and an apology just because he’s Elvis!? Hell no he doesn’t. You just wanted to enjoy your lunch in peace, and yet you had to deal with this famous rockstar, who was too busy in his actor era. 

Don’t get everything twisted up. You loved Elvis Presley, you thought he was a great singer and some of his movies were great. However, you were on your break. It was your personal time, and you didn’t want to have to interact with anyone or anything.

“Hang on now,” his southern accent wisped its way through your ears. You couldn’t help but feel your knees almost tremble. Those southern accents always got to you.

“What could the king possibly want with a little low-life servant like myself.” You looked at him annoyed. Any other time, you would be crying at seeing his beauty. Right now though, he was taking out the minutes of your half-hour break. Quite frankly, you didn’t appreciate one bit of it. 

“‘M sure you’ve seen those girls out front, I-I just wanted someplace to eat… Figured I would try the back door.” He tried to explain himself. Whoever goes and tries the back door first off? Especially when there are big letters on the door that say Keep out.

“You know that’s for employees only right?” You pointed out to him. You didn’t know if he was missing his glasses or just blind. The back door held big letters on it saying employees only, keep out, amongst other sayings. 

“Yes, I can read. But I fi-”

“You figured just because I’m Elvis Presley I can get what I want.” You mocked him. He looked at you annoyed. Out of all the workers he could have possibly bumped into, he got you. The girl who possibly wouldn’t care if he was some high-top celebrity or even the president. 

“Are you-”

“No, I am not, because you are wasting my lunch.” You peered down at your watch, “You already waste ten minutes of my thirty. So, I am going to walk away before you take away the other twenty.” You turned and walked over to the picnic table. You sat down and opened your lunch box and started to eat. 

There was this small outdoor eating area that the surrounding businesses use. It was a small beautiful area. Around summertime and the weekends, you guys would get around and have a cookout. The community was great, and to sit outside and eat while enjoying the fresh air… It really helped you calm down. 

“So-” you let out a loud groan and looked down over Elvis. Why was he following you? Why did he feel the need to talk to you while you were on your break? You didn’t want to converse while on your break. You wanted to sit, eat your food, and calculate when you had to get back to work. 

“What do you want?” You asked him as you munched down on your sandwich. 

“You treat me differently.” He stated the obvious. You looked at him with the Are you kidding me look. “I… look, ‘m used to people always screamin’ and runnin’ towards me. You… you yell at me. You don’ praise me.”

“Oh yeah, no problem. I would do that to anyone who bothers me on break so… You’re nothing special.” You explained with a shrug of your shoulders. It was true, you were gently a nice person. When it came to your personal time though… that’s when you started to get grouchy.

“Well, your string would say otherwise.” You looked at him confused before you looked down at your ankle. The once red string was no longer there. When you left for break it was there and no- that only had to mean one thing. 

“You got to be kidding me.” You spoke under your breath. You slowly turned your head to look at Elvis who had… a pleased look on his face. It was like that… you teased me and now I’m getting my revenge.

“Oh come on, I can’ be that bad.” He chuckled lightly. 

“You have taken away so much of my break time… I disagree.” You said in response. 

“Well, now ya don’ got to work anymore. I can provide.” Because that is something every girl wants to hear. Quit your job, stay home, cook and clean… look after the kids.

“Who says I even want to be with you.” You tilted your head to the side lightly. 

“Are you one to go against your soulmate's choosing?” Elvis questioned. He had you there. You weren’t one to go against the person who marked you and Elvis as soulmates. There had to be a reason for it, and you just couldn’t see that right now. 

“Absolutely. Because all I want right now is to eat my goddamn sandwich-”

“Y/n! Your break’s over!” The cook called out to you. You closed your eyes and breathed in a long thick breath. You got three bites out of your sandwich. Three goddamn bites! You dropped your sandwich down onto its wrap and rubbed your eyes.

“I have to get back to work.” You said softly and gathered your things before getting up. Looks like another day where you’ll starve a work. The rest of your shift should be very exciting. 

“Before ya go, could I get ya number?” He questioned as he turned to face you. As you looked at him you let out a sigh. He was your soulmate and you had to accept that. Maybe he couldn’t be so bad. Plus… you would be able to travel the world.

“Visit me at closing and I’ll consider.” You told him and walked off. Unbeknownst to you, Elvis wore a smile on his face. This was certainly not how he planned his day, but he was glad he met his soulmate. He was glad, he met you. 

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[drtyelvisfantasy]

Prom Night Serenade🪩🎀

Parings: Austin!Elvis x reader

Summary: You and Elvis share a special night together at the schools senior prom

50s Austin!Elvis

Song for the fic: That’s My Desire

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The excitement buzzed in the air as the night of the school prom approached. You couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation. As you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your pink ruffled dress, you couldn't help but wonder how the night would unfold.

Just as you were about to head out, the sound of a familiar voice reached your ears. "Ready to go, darlin'?"

You turned around to see Elvis Presley standing at the doorway, looking beautiful in a pink suit that perfectly complemented his charm and matched your dress. A wide smile spread across your face as you took in his handsome appearance.

"Elvis!" you exclaimed, your heart fluttering. "You look amazing!"

He walked over to you, his eyes sparkling with adoration. "And you, my dear, are the most beautiful person in the room."

With a gentle touch, he held out his hand, waiting for you to take it. You gladly accepted, feeling a surge of warmth as his fingers intertwined with yours.

As you arrived at the prom venue, the grandeur of the decorations left you in awe. The ballroom twinkled with fairy lights, and the dance floor beckoned with its lively music. Couples swayed and twirled, their laughter and chatter filling the air.

Elvis led you onto the dance floor, his confident steps guiding your every move. The world around you seemed to melt away as you got lost in the music and the joy of being in his arms.

Together, you danced with grace and passion, the rhythm of the music syncing perfectly with your hearts. Every turn, every dip was a testament to the connection you shared. The way he held you close made you feel safe and loved, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

As the night went on, Elvis whispered sweet words in your ear, his voice a melody that only you could hear. "You're the most incredible person I've ever met, darlin'. I'm so lucky to have you by my side."

You blushed, a smile gracing your lips. "And I'm lucky to have you, Elvis. Dancing with you feels like a dream come true."

As the prom came to a close, the last song played, and it was your favourite song, “That’s My Desire” by Dion. The couples around you swayed slowly. Elvis pulled you close, his eyes locked with yours. "May I have this last dance, my beautiful girl?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you nodded, never wanting the night to end. Together, you swayed to the gentle melody, cherishing each moment as if time stood still.

In that final dance, surrounded by the love and the magic of the prom night, you knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of dances with the one and only love of your life, Elvis Presley.

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[yourforeverokay]

What happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas (Elvis Presley x Reader) pt.3

word count: 1,1k

warnings: light cursing, mentions of abuse

summary: What happens when Elvis hears about the abuse that Y/N went through after arriving back to her own room?

a/n: Hey my loves! It has been a while once again, especially with this series. I promise to be more active from now on and focus on writing more in here! I've been so focused on writing my poetry that I haven't been on this app for a while but I'm so happy with all the love you guys have shown me and my writing! I love you all <3 Hope you enjoy this part, and more is coming. Sorry for the short length of this. Thank you <3

"Please, open the door sweetheart." Elvis was pleading you behind the door. You got off the floor, taking slow steps towards the door. Not because you were scared or worried of the consequences, but because you felt weak. You opened the door, slowly revealing yourself. After Elvis saw the state that you were in, his first instinct was to embrace you. He felt the need to hug you and protect you from any harm that was aimed at your way. This meant that he took a step towards you, but it was too quick for your liking, which made you jump. You knew Elvis wasn't going to hurt you like John did, not after last night you spent getting to know each other. Elvis was different. He...cared.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." He took a step back. "I didn't mean to be that fast with you. I know the image that I carry but I promise that-" His speech was interrupted by you jumping in his arms. You held him tight and let your tears fall once again. Elvis was startled but quickly hugged you back, even tighter. "Oh Elvis, why would he do something like this to me?" You cried to him, holding him and grabbing the back of his shirt with your hands. "Who? Your husband? What did he do?" Elvis' voice sounded concerned. He took a hold of your face but his touch was gentle, unlike your husband's. He stroked your cheek and looked deep in your eyes. "He- he h-hit me." You tried to hold back your tears so that you wouldn't stutter, but it didn't work. Your emotions got the best of you. Elvis' eyes went dark. He looked angry, sad, disappointed and worried. "Sweetheart, I'm going to have to ask you to wait for me? Will you do that for me?" His eyes scanning yours. You nodded and let go of the man in front of you. The beautiful man, who seemed to understand you better than the rest. Elvis kissed your temple and left the hallway with quick but powerful steps. "Wait for me Y/N!" He quickly shouted before disappearing behind the staircase.

-

It didn't even take 10 minutes, before none other than Jerry Schilling was behind your door knocking frantically. "Hello again Y/N, Elvis sent me here. I need you to pack your bags and follow me, is that okay?" Jerry said to you after you opened the door for him. "Where is he?" You asked confused, but nonetheless, started packing your bags. Afraid of the fact that your husband might return any minute. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Elvis has everything under control. I will just take you to another, better, room." He sounded very professional saying that. His posture was straight and his sunglasses hid his eyes from you.

"Right this way." Jerry guided you to an elevator which was huge compared to the regular elevators in the hotel. Jerry lead you to a room number 333 and left you to unpack your bags. The room was a suite filled with beautiful furniture and a view that you had never experienced before. You took everything in as you looked out of the window. While you were taking everything in, you also remembered your state. Clothes from last night, smudged makeup and messy hair. You quickly went to the bathroom to freshen yourself up. You took a hot shower, and took off the makeup that was left on your face.

You stepped out of the shower and before you were about to blow-dry your hair, you heard people coming in your room. You put your ear close to the door and listened what the people had to say. "Did you get rid of him like Mr. Presley ordered?" You heard Jerry say. An unknown voice replied: "He has been taken cared of. This is the letter for the girl." "Thank you, I'll meet you downstairs after Elvis arrives, Red." A door opened and closed.

You didn't know how to feel nor what to think. You didn't even have a clue of what had happened. You blow-dried your hair and stepped out of the bathroom. "Y/N!" Jerry had been sitting on a couch, smoking a cigarette. He stood up fast as you walked over to him. "I don't know what's going on." You said to Jerry, unsure of your situation. "Don't worry miss, Mr. Presley will explain everything. He should be here soon."

You sat down on the couch, took the cigarette off the tray and looked at Jerry. He nodded and you placed it in your mouth. Smooth smoke covering your lungs. You hadn't smoked in 3 years and you had decided to quit after getting married. John himself had always smoked in the house but he forbidded you from doing it. He always said it wasn't "lady-like".

You let your head hang low as you wondered: 'What on earth has happened in these past 24-hours?'

-

The door opened and you quickly hid the cigarette, it was an old habit. Elvis stepped inside the room and he was wearing a dark suit with sunglasses. Once he noticed you on the couch, he quickly took off his glasses and his gaze softened. "Y/N, are you okay?" He got on one knee infront of the couch to get to your level. You took a hold of his hand, which had expensive looking rings on it. "I am, but what happened? I heard some men talking that you have done something?" You asked concerned. Elvis gave Jerry a side-eye and looked down for a moment. "Honey, you don't have to be scared of that abusive son of a bitch anymore. I'll protect you. The mafia and I talked to him about his...behavior..and he now deeply regrets it." He rubbed your hand with his thumb. A sense of relief came over you. For a while John has been abusing you and using you for whatever reason. John was the boy from the neighborhood and you parents loved him...or at least the side that he showed to them. Your parents got you and John together, so that your future would be secured. Little did they know, that John could be so evil, mean and violent.

"They also said something about a letter?" You asked with a small voice. Elvis didn't say anything, he just handed the envelope to you and looked at you with an expression that you couldn't analyze. "There you go honey."

You opened the letter with mixed feelings. What could the letter contain? You opened it slowly, while Jerry left the room quietly, letting the two of you have some peace and privacy.

"Oh my god..." Your hand flew over your mouth.

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[missmaywemeetagain]

Pink Scarf - Epilogue (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEX. FLUFF (!!). Cussing. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline.  

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)        ||     Word Count: 2.6k

A/N:  Oh, lord, here we are. THE END. It seems highly fitting that it all comes to a close on our man's birthday. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELVIS DARLIN') 💗 So here's some tooth-rotting, sexy fluff for you because I love them and I love y'all.

I have heard your requests for a paperback/ebook loud and clear (ahhh, thank you!) and can tell you I am writing bonus material as we speak and working on the process of self-publishing through Amazon. I will warn you that the physical book is gonna be HUGE (my estimate is close to 600 pages with the bonus material added 😂), but that does mean the cost of the physical book will be a little spendy (not outrageous or anything) because of the cost of printing. Just wanted to let you know in advance!

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I sincerely hope y'all will stick around for my next projects as I try to get my writing career off the ground. I'm hoping to soon have a website and an Amazon page up and running soonish so you can follow my other works. I'll keep you posted! Y'all are the OG's and the best fans a girl could ask for! 💗

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Finally, and I can't say this enough, I am so FREAKIN' GRATEFUL for every single one of you babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, YOU ARE EXTRAORDINARY! I didn't in a million years expect this kind of support and response for Pink Scarf, and your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support and generosity. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

I also want to give a special shout out to my flower, Daisy, @powerofelvis for keeping me sane (relatively lol) and on track throughout this whole process. Thank you for all your encouragement and love (and for listening to me scream into the void), baby! 💜

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I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 

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Graceland, New Year’s Eve, 1969

The mansion you now call home still sparkles with Christmas decorations as you make your way through the throng of friends and visitors, smiling and laughing, sipping on a delicious champagne that you are positive is ridiculously expensive for the way it melts on your tongue. Everyone is rested and in great spirits, as 1969 was a monumentally successful year for Elvis Presley Enterprises and all those involved.

For you, it’s been a monumental year in many ways. You would never have imagined six months ago that by the end of the year you’d be in the midst of divorcing Jack, preparing for your new career as a backup singer, and moving into Graceland with Elvis, who you are wildly, madly in love with.

A whirlwind, to say the least.

Speak of the devil, you feel that telltale rise of goosebumps on your skin, that magical sixth sense you are now so aware of when you know that Elvis is watching you. You turn from your conversation with Joe and his wife Joanie to find Elvis gazing at you from across the living room with a dangerously coy smile playing on his lips and that unmistakable glint in his eyes. The heat of the look sets your body aflame, a flush rising quickly to your cheeks.

Lord in heaven, this man, you think, giving him a furrow of your brow and a disbelieving look back, only this man would be so bold as to want to take me in the middle of a party at his own damn house.  

But damn it if he doesn’t even waver, completely uncaring that any of the guests might see the blatantly sexual, heated intensity of his stare. He calls it “that lean and hungry look,” and you cannot help the shiver that cascades down your spine because you know he’s about to eat you alive, party be damned.

And sure enough, he strides across the room as if no one else is here, and saying nothing at all, grabs your hand and yanks you away from your conversation. You briefly catch the look of surprise from Joanie and Joe’s smirk before being whisked away.

“Elvis!” you whisper loudly enough for him to hear you, “We have guests!” You manage to set your champagne flute on a nearby table before doubling your steps to try and keep up with his long strides.

He gives no indication of hearing you, though you know he has. But he is singularly focused, which sends warmth into your core and wetness already pooling in your panties because you know what’s coming.

He surprises you by not even making it up the stairs to the bedroom, instead pulling you into the half bathroom on the lower level. You yelp at the change in direction and then he’s slamming you up against the door while locking it at the same time.

Your yelp quickly turns into a quiet moan because his large hands and luscious mouth are suddenly everywhere, all at once. His lips crush into yours, then burn down your neck, sending fire into your belly, and you can’t help but respond. Your hands fly to his head, raking through his scalp. His hand grips the outside of your bare thigh, hitching it up to his waist, his hand slipping under the hem of your dress.

He rolls his pelvis slowly and deliberately into yours. He’s already rock hard, and the sensation of his bulge pressing into your core through his pants has you groaning a little too loud, considering you have a house full of people. Elvis doesn’t say a word though, he just smirks and places a ring-clad hand over your mouth.

That action alone has you melting into a puddle because you know, you just know how he’s going to take you: quick and dirty.

“You better be quiet, lil’ mama, or ev’ryone’s gonna know I’m fuckin’ ya senseless,” he whispers, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. You can smell the musk of arousal on him, the pheromones so strong they are nearly dizzying. He nibbles the lobe of your ear possessively. This action coupled with his words sends sparks showering through you.

You think you might come apart already, and he’s barely touched you.

His brilliant blues are blown black when he draws away. Free hand snaking up your thigh, his fingers first dance over your soaked panties, then dip them underneath the delicate fabric to graze up through your folds and straight to your clit.

Your eyes roll back, his hand muffling the moans that escape your throat involuntarily. He’s so worked up already, he doesn’t tease you long. Two long fingers plunge knuckle deep into your wet heat, the cold edges of his rings making you squirm a little at the intrusion. You begin panting into his hand as he so expertly thrusts and curves them to give you the maximum amount of pleasure as he stretches you out.

This doesn’t last long, though. He’s too far gone and much too needy for foreplay. A deeply primal instinct has taken over the man you love—you can see it written all over his handsome face. And you welcome it, even as you whimper at the loss of his digits when he unceremoniously pulls them out of you. You welcome it as he spins you around, pushing you up against the door. You welcome it gladly as he hikes your dress up to your waist and rips your lacy panties right off your body.

You gasp, hearing the tearing of fabric as your flushed cheek is pressed into the wood of the door, shivering both from the exposure of the air on your bare ass and for what you know is next. Soon after, you hear the clink of his heavy belt and the woosh of his pants as they thump to the floor and then he’s filling you so completely that you are clawing at the door for purchase.

He can’t stop the growl that comes from within when he sinks deep inside you to the hilt, bottoming out quickly. He’s impatient and does not linger, however, instead pulling back and thrusting into you hard, gripping your hips like his life depends on it.

You manage to keep your gasps quiet as he sets a relentless pace. Your entire body tingles, the obscene sounds from your joining sending you hurtling towards the edge of your own release. He knows your body so well, rubbing desperate circles on your clit that, along with the way he’s filling you, already has your legs shaking and abdomen tensing with pleasure.

Neither of you are going to last long. It’s evident as your breathing speeds up and the coil in your belly snaps, causing you to hit your climax hard with a strangled cry. The wave crests fast,and your walls tense and flutter around him. You love how he still can make you see stars, even in these circumstances. His hips stutter, the rhythm faltering, and he follows soon after you with a relieved and gracious groan, pulsing and coating your walls with his arousal.

Heavy breathing is the only sound in the tiny space. Elvis envelops you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hair as he pulls you close. You live for these moments when he’s stripped vulnerable, his love so evident and overflowing, making even a bathroom quickie more like making love than you’d had in over a decade of marriage.

You sigh into him, and he kisses the back of your head. “Sorry about your panties, baby,” he whispers almost bashfully into your ear.

You can’t help but laugh, “At the rate you go through ruining them, you might as well just buy me the whole store, love.”

Elvis pulls out and turns you around, grasping your chin before pulling you into a deep kiss. It has you melting into his arms, but you know you can’t stay there long, not with a house full of people.

The swell of love you feel for this wonderful, talented, charismatic man is incredible. So many years of shared history has made it easy to slip into a comfortable life with him, so much so that you almost forget what your life was like before. It’s not without its challenges, certainly. He is still mercurial, and you still get locked up in your own head sometimes. The both of you are stubborn as hell, especially now that you’ve taken more agency for yourself in this relationship, more than you ever had with Jack.

As you pull apart and clean up, you feel incredibly lucky that things have worked out the way they have, despite so many years of struggles to make your way to each other.

Once put back together (though sure some of your guests will know exactly what was going on in the bathroom), you reach for the door. Elvis stops you.

“I was gonna wait ‘til midnight and make it a big thing, but I just can’t,” he drawls behind you.

“Wait for what?” you ask quizzically, turning around.

You gasp and your heart begins to gallop in your chest as you watch him sink to one knee as best he can in the tiny space. He pulls a little black box from his pocket. You’re afraid your heart might flutter right out of your body at the sight of it.

“You make me a better man, baby. I love you so much it hurts sometimes, and I thank God every day that He put you in my life. I can’t imagine tryin’ to go another day without you by my side. Now, I know it feels real soon, but if we’re honest, it’s been a long time comin’, and I-I-I know you’re still in the middle of the divorce and all, but y/n, would you do me the honor of bein’ my wife?” Elvis asks, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Your heart drops into your stomach. It’s both exhilaration and trepidation all at once, flooding every part of you. Part of you screams with excitement: Of course! Of course! Of course, I’ll be your wife!

But another part is filled with latent fear—fear of being consumed by another marriage so soon, still afraid that this man before you will love you and leave you like the rest. Elvis had said many times over the years that he wasn’t really interested in marriage, and you can’t help but think of that in this moment, as much as you don’t want to.

“Elvis,” you manage to breathe, “I thought…I thought you said you weren’t the ‘marrying kind’? That you didn’t want to be tied down? Are you…are you sure?”

You watch something flash in his eyes for a moment before he looks up at you again. He stands and takes your hands in his. “I-I said that cuz I didn’t think I could ever have you. I knew I couldn’t marry anyone else, wouldn’t be right. You’re the only one I ever truly wanted. I-I-I…you’re my soulmate, y/n. It’s only ever been you, honey,” he says quietly, laying it all out for you, as he pushes an errant strand of your hair behind your ear.

A happy tear trickles down your face. You know he loves you—he tells you every day. But this is so much more than that. You didn’t realize he’d put his entire life on hold for you like this. His soulmate.

As much as it scares you, you know it’s true. He’s right. This inexplicable pull that’s been between the two of you for all this time, the pull you tried so desperately to ignore and forget for so many years, is stronger than anything you’ve ever felt for anyone in your life. Every cell in your body yearns for him, and he feels like home. You fit together perfectly. Now that you’re finally in sync, everything just works.

You cannot ignore the truth that finding your way to each other after all these years feels utterly meant to be. He is there when you need him. He brings out a side of you that you never knew existed—in the bedroom, with your music, your unyielding love for him, even in the hardest moments.

The way he gazes at you now, full of hope and love, makes your knees weak. But part of you is still scared that it’s too soon, that you’ll lose yourself all over again.

Elvis reads your mind, sensing your doubts in that intuitive way of his. “The wedding part doesn’t hafta be right away…I know we gotta wait for the divorce to be final anyway. But whenever you’re ready, whenever you’re comfortable, I’ll be here,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours.

This sends a sense of relief through you, a release of pressure. Finally, you find your voice. “Let me be your everything?” you whisper, taking his face in your hands, your eyes searching his deep and worldly ones.

Elvis knows what you are asking of him, and he doesn’t think twice. His lips curl up into that beautiful grin of his as he nods. “Yes, everything,” he says back.

“Then yes, yes, I will be your wife,” you laugh, through more happy tears.

“Yes?” he asks joyfully, just to be sure.

“Yes!” you squeal as he scoops you up in his arms, pressing his pliant and soft lips to yours.

His hands shake adorably when he slides the tasteful yet extravagantly sized diamond on your ring finger.

And it sits perfectly, as though his ring was always meant to be there. You both stare at it for a moment, your hand resting on top of his.

Squeezing your hand, Elvis looks at you with a boyish kind of awe. “Are you happy, baby?” he asks quietly, his long lashes fanning out as he runs his eyes over your face.

A moment of déjà vu hits you. He’s asked you this before, many different times, and those moments flash through your head, reminding you of your deep history together. The history you now remember and share.

All he’s ever really wanted to do is make me happy, you realize. The thought sends warmth blooming through you.

You look up at him, into that handsome face that you want to spend eternity with. “Oh, I’m more than happy, my love,” you respond. And you are. So much so, you almost don’t believe it.  Then you pull him down for a sweet, soft kiss. He drinks you in as if you are oxygen, bringing you closer.

“Are you happy?” you ask as you nuzzle his nose.

“Darlin’, I’m so happy I wanna sing from the rooftop,” he drawls, grabbing your ass. “I’ll marry ya right here in this damn bathroom, if I gotta. Gonna make you Mrs. Y/n Presley. Then I wanna parade you around and let everyone know you’re mine.” He almost growls the last part and presses his long body into yours.

You laugh. “Well, I don’t think we have to resort to getting married in the bathroom, but Mrs. Y/n Presley has quite the nice ring to it,” you say, smiling, putting your hands in his back pockets.

“I love you,” Elvis says unabashedly, suddenly serious.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, kissing him again. “Now let’s go tell everyone how I’m gonna make an honest man out of you.”

He laughs at that, a big and boisterous sound that makes your own heart sing.

And it will do so for the rest of your days.

*THE END*

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Well how about an AustinElvis Prompt?

Reader decides to surprise Elvis for his birthday by bringer herself and the children to visit him, though it doesn’t go to plan. Reader and the children walk into the suite to see Elvis in the company of several ladies.

Sex, Drugs, etc

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Fandom: Austin!Elvis and Elvis Rating: M (mentions of drug and alcohol abuse) Pairings: Austin!Elvis x Reader or Elvis x Reader Word Count: 1055

Warnings: Cheating, adultery, cursing, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse (Let me know if I missed any) Authors Note: Thank you for the request! I did write this as a late 60's early 70s Elvis so he will be at the international hotel. I hope you enjoy it!

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Elvis had been away from home for his last two birthdays and Y/N would be damned if she allowed him to spend his next one away from his family. So despite the tight-lipped warnings from the colonel and Jerry Springer, Y/N had packed up herself and the kids to go visit Elvis while he was in Vegas. The children missed their father and Y/N missed her husband.

She rounded up the children into the private jet sent to pick them up and sat down to finish wrapping the last of his birthday presents before eventually reclining her seat to take a nap.

When she awoke Jerry was shaking her shoulder.

"Are you sure about this? It's not too late to turn around?" His brows furrowed as he looked at her practically begging her to do so. Jerry knew what Elvis would be doing right around this time, and he would be anything but alone.

"Of course, I want to do this Jerry. Jesse and Caroline have been dying to see their father and I miss my husband. Why would I ever want to chicken out now." The frown on her face deepened.

"Besides how better to spend a Birthday than with your family?" a smile stretched across her face as Y/N began thinking of Elvis's possible reactions. Putting an end to the conversation, she got up and woke the kids to get them loaded into the car and begin their journey to the International Hotel. Elvis was going to love this.

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When they arrived at the international hotel, Y/N filed the children out of the car and made her way to the lobby to check into Elvis's suit.

"Hello Miss. how can I help you today!" The hostess smiled brightly as she called over a boy to take care of the baggage.

"Hello! I would just like to check into a room my Husband is already here. His name is Elvis Presly and my name is Y/N Presly.

"Oh of course Miss, if I could just see your ID I can give you the key right away."

After giving her ID and receiving the key Y/N took the kids to the elevator and went up the floors all the way to the presidential suite where Elvis was staying.

"Okay kids, wait outside for just a second while I make sure that Daddy is inside, alright?"

"Okay, Mamma!" Jesse's response came accompanied by a thumbs up and a smile so bright it almost hurt Y/N's heart.

She opened the door softly and closed it behind her. She heard voices coming from the sofa area. She heard female voices? That couldn't be right. Why would Elvis have girls in his room?

Sometimes people make foolish mistakes. Like putting sugar on steak instead of salt or turning off the light when you meant to turn on the fan. But most people never have to wonder if their husbands are cheating on them. Y/N never thought that an innocent little surprise could turn into the single worst day of her life.

Elvis was sitting on the couch with three different girls positioned all around him. One on the floor with her head in his lap, another with her head in his neck, and the last was giving him open-mouthed kisses while she raked her fingers through his hair.

"Elv- Elvis what are you doing?" Y/Ns voice cracked as she felt her throat close and the tears threaten to spill from her eyes. Elvis pushed the girls off of him before whirling around to see his wife standing in the doorway with a hand on her heart and eyes glistening with unshed tears.

He stumbled off the sofa and up the step, " Y/N baby wh- what are ya doin' here honey?" There was no talking his way out of this one. Elvis had dug himself into a hole with nothing but a shovel made of his own idiocy.

"Don't 'baby' me Elvis Presly I have eyes! How could you do this to me? You ruined our family over what? A quick fuck? I- is that all children and I are worth to you? " Y/N could barely get the sentence out as she saw the girls on the sofa scramble to put on their clothes. That just added insult to injury. He had been with not one, not two, but three girls.

"Y/N darlin' you know it ain't like that. I get lonely on the road, and I was missin' ya-" The sharp tone of Y/N's voice cut him off.

"If you are missing me then come back and visit. You keep yourself cooped up in this room with people you don't know and doing drugs that you don't even know the name of. I gave you everything I had Elvis. Everything I could possibly give to you I did, so don't you sit there and try to make this about me not being around when you have a goddamn private jet to take you anywhere where you damn well please!"

Elvis was shocked. She had never once cursed or raised her voice, be it at him or the kids.

"Look I-I'm sorry mamma we can work through this can't we? Ya aren't gonna leave me over somethin' as silly as this are ya?" He chuckled lightly as if the entire situation was a massive joke that only he was in on.

"Your kids are young Elvis and you are never around to parent them so no, I will not be divorcing you right this second. But trust that as soon as they are in college or moved out of the house, I will be gone. Feel free to sleep with whoever you would like because you have singlehandedly managed to lose the only person who truly cared about your well-being and safety." Y/N voice grew sterner as she spoke, almost as if she were scolding a child. Her eyes were cold and distant and nothing like those of his loving wife.

"Make sure to call those girls back in, you wouldn't want to be lonely on your birthday." She turned on her feet and walked briskly to the large oak doors of the suite.

"Baby, wait for a mi-". The slam of the doors punctuated his sentence.

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Beauty and the Boss | austin!elvis x oc (part 9)

plot summary: Laura Jean Walker is the daughter to Louisiana’s most powerful mafia boss, but to her, he’s just her jail warden. When she sneaks out to the Louisiana Hayride with her friend she sees Elvis Presley perform and instantly knows something is special about this boy. Especially when he saves her from being assaulted by a townie. She thinks she’s on cloud 9 until she gets kidnapped in the middle of the night by the Memphis Mafia led by Elvis himself. Will Laura Jean try to free herself or will something hold her back from finding her way home?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 1845

warnings/notes: Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long since I posted a part, but I finally got some time today :)

Chapter 9

               The funeral of Gladys passed in a blur, and before we knew it, the wake was upon us. A steady stream of visitors flowed in and out of the house, all eager to pay their respects to the departed soul lying in the casket. It was a somber sight, made all the more poignant by the fact that it now occupied the very spot where Elvis's grand piano once stood. Beyond the threshold, amidst the ebb and flow of visitors, a throng of journalists and the flicker of camera bulbs stood poised, anticipating Elvis' emergence and any utterance he might offer. The dogs were ravenous, and they seemed intent on exploiting his grief. In the interim, Elvis had not crossed my path since our return from the church. He vanished up the stairs, never to return. I empathized with the agony he was experiencing and yearned to offer solace with my words. However, I was aware that words would be futile in this situation. The death of my mother continued to linger in my mind even after all these years, and it was not an unexpected heart attack like Ms. Gladys.

              Perched upon the plush velvet carpeting of the steps, I observed the bustling crowd from a safe vantage point. I was disinclined to respond to inquiries or receive expressions of sympathy that were rightfully intended for Elvis. The memory of Mama's funeral flooded back to me, overwhelming my senses. Hollow utterances emanating from individuals who lacked sincerity in their speech. It was precisely the phrase one utters to console those who have suffered the loss of a cherished person. Their assistance fell short of your expectations. With a firm grasp on the hem of my black dress, I attempted to free myself from the labyrinth of my own thoughts. I found myself being pulled into a recollection that I had no desire to revisit. I felt a sense of gratitude as Colonel descended the stairs, his expression conveying more than just dissatisfaction.

              The Colonel grumbled, “He won’t come out of that closet.” Though he averted his gaze, I sensed that his words were directed towards me. He leaned against the wall adjacent to my position. “There are some fine folks from the press waiting outside. A few questions, pictures, and they will leave us alone.”

              With a cool gaze, I observed him closely, and his subtle response indicated that he was aware of my piercing stare. “You want him to go talk to the reporters? After his Mama just died? The person he was closest to in the world?”

              “I know, I know.” The insincere tone of his voice sent shivers down my spine. “He trusted her like nobody else, and now she’s gone and who does he have now?” He finally looked at me.

              “You’ve picked the wrong person for an ally, Colonel. I ain’t forcin’ him to go talk to nobody.”

              “No, no. That’s not…that’s not what I meant. I care about my boy whether you believe that or not, Ms. Walker. I tried talking to him but it’s really not my place. You, however, have his heart perhaps just as much as his dear Mama did. He trusts you. Despite our differences, you and I, we have one thing in common. We want what is best for that boy. And today, you are what is best.”

              The art of deception is often employed by conmen, who skillfully blend elements of truth with their own ulterior motives. The art of perception was a skill passed on by my father, and it allowed me to easily discern the true intentions of the Colonel. Perhaps his interest in Elvis was genuine, but it was overshadowed by his preoccupation with his own celebrity and public persona. As the reporters continued to exploit Elvis's sorrow, the Colonel's pockets grew increasingly lined with cash. Despite the presence of the man standing next to me, my adoration for Elvis remained paramount. I rose to my feet, delicately smoothing out the fabric of my skirt.

              “I’m not makin’ him come down if he don’t want to,” I declared, preceding my ascent up the stairs towards the room that was once occupied by Gladys.

              Not a single thing had been disturbed since her passing. The room appeared to be suspended in time, a poignant tribute to a person who would never again occupy its space. The faint sound of Elvis's subdued weeping emanated from the depths of her closet. I advanced cautiously, mindful of the potential for startling him. My trepidation stemmed from a fear that he might bolt from my presence, much like a skittish cat. The door of the closet was slightly ajar, allowing a breath of fresh air to seep through. With a hesitant hand, I gradually pushed the closet door ajar. Inside, I was met with a heart-wrenching sight - Elvis was seated on the floor, his thin frame huddled amidst his Mama's dresses. Tears streamed down his face, his sobs wracking his entire body with each passing moment. He stole a quick glance in my direction before turning away, pressing his cheek against the soft fabric of a dress.

              I lowered myself onto the ground, maintaining a safe distance from him, as I positioned myself directly in front of him. “Hi, baby.”

              “She’s gone…”

              “I know. But all your friends and family…they’re wonderin’ where you are.”

              A deep sob escaped his lips. “I can’t go out there, Laura Jean. I can’t. I just want to stay in here forever.” Tears streamed down his face as he buried it into the soft fabric of the dress's skirt.

              My heart shattered into even smaller pieces for him than it had for myself when I experienced the same misfortune. With a deep breath, I closed the distance between us and enveloped him in a warm embrace, my arms encircling his broad shoulders. He maintained his grip on the garments, yet refrained from deterring me. “I know how you feel. When my Mama died, all I wanted to do was crawl into the ground with her. I felt like my whole world was in pieces and the person who usually picked them up wasn’t there anymore.” I gently massaged his back. “No one could ever replace her. Why, Ms. Gladys was a one-of-a-kind woman who raised a one-of-a-kind son. I wish I could be half as strong as she was some day.”

              Elvis buried his head in my shoulder and embraced me with such force that it became difficult to catch my breath. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do without her. She was everythin’. All this…all this was for her.”

              My fingers glided through his hair. “You cry now. You cry your little heart out for as long as you need to. And day by day, you just keep on movin’, keep on livin’. Cause that’s what your Mama would have wanted. For you to live your life as fully and as happily as you can.” I gently pressed my lips against his forehead. “And I’ll be here for you, too. Whenever you need me. I’ll work and I’ll worry in your Mama’s place. Okay?” With a nod, he buried his face deeper into my shoulder. To hold him felt like I was holding a baby who was twice my size. Gradually, I rose to my feet, pulling him up alongside me until we were both standing upright. With a gentle touch, I wiped away the tears that had gathered on his face, my fingers softly caressing his cheek. “Now we’re gonna go downstairs and you’re gonna go say goodbye to your Mama.”

              With a sniffle, Elvis enfolded me in a warm embrace, pressing my head against his chest. He clasped my head firmly, as if he feared that I might vanish into thin air. All the while, I listened intently to the rhythmic thumping of his heart. “I ain’t never gonna let anyone take you away from me, you hear? Not your Daddy, not the Colonel, no one. I don’t care about money or stupid mafia business. I just care about you.”

              “I’m not goin’ anywhere,” I vowed.

              With tears streaming down his face, he whispered, “I love you, Laura Jean.”

              “I love you too.” I grasped his hand firmly and led him out of the bedroom, descending the stairs in unison. Silence fell over the room as Elvis made his way towards the open casket of Gladys. No expense had been spared for her funeral, from the casket to the flower arrangements and every detail in between. As I gazed upon her, she appeared serene and undisturbed, nestled within the soft and luxurious velvet that lined the interior of the casket. Elvis gazed intently at her, his grip on my hand unyielding. He parted his lips, as if to utter words to her, but they were abruptly stifled by a wrenching sob. I rested my head upon his shoulder.

              The Colonel shuffled up behind us and placed a hand on Elvis's shoulder. “I can’t even begin to understand what you are going through, my boy. But you have comforted your friend and your family. You need to go comfort your fans too, hmm? They are worried about you. And if you don’t go do that all that your mama sacrificed for you will be for nothing.”

              The desire to expel acid from my mouth consumed me. Using Elvis at this time? How could he? He was in no position to have a conversation with anyone. He needed the freedom to simply exist as a young man who had suffered the loss of his mother, rather than being burdened with the weighty expectations of embodying the iconic figure of Elvis Presley. In spite of my innermost insults directed towards Colonel Parker, Elvis gravitated towards him and sought solace in his embrace, shedding tears upon his shoulder. I yearned to persuade him that the presence of the elderly gentleman was superfluous. The Colonel hesitantly rubbed Elvis's back.

              “You stay with my through thick and thin, okay?” he asked, his eyes searching for reassurance. Elvis expressed, “You’re like a father to me.”

              My eyes locked onto the Colonel's, and he met my gaze with a smug expression that made me itch to wipe it off his face. Despite my constant challenges, he relished the sense of power he wielded over Elvis. I persisted in my efforts to liberate Elvis from the clutches of the snowman, refusing to give up until my mission was accomplished. As Elvis withdrew, the Colonel offered a reassuring pat on his shoulder. “Just a few questions and some photos and we will be done.”

              “C-Can Laura Jean come with me?” Elvis sniffled.

              The Colonel's gaze met mine, but I refused to back down, my expression daring him to confront me. I was determined not to leave Elvis, even if he forbade my presence. He let out a deep sigh and replied, “Of course. You need her now.”

              With a nod, I followed Elvis as he led me through the throng of microphones and cameras outside.

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[deterioratingxprisons]

Austin Butler!Elvis Fanfic: Smut 18+ 18+ 18+!!!!!

I made this for a friend who has become infatuated with the movie 'Elvis'. I haven't seen much of it except that one scene with the door and the woman shows up in the beginning and he loses his v-card to her... (not specified but it's implied. Or at least I took it that way...) Anywho, I hope you enjoy. This babygirl 'slut me out eyed' boy is too pretty for words.

word count: 2,310

“I don’t even go out, mama, I stay in. You know, it gets lonesome.” Then it was spoken as the truth. He had a commitment to his girlfriend back home, a commitment to wait until marriage that he had promised to both God and Dixie. Really, it was mainly to appease his momma. She was big about purity, almost a little too interested in her son’s life and who he was or wasn’t having sex with. She was just worried, he had debated, and it made it all the more rewarding despite the boredom plaguing his evenings. He missed home. He missed his girlfriend. He missed his momma.

That was enough to appease his worrying mother, and she quieted down her sniffling and asked him when he would be home. Again… For the umpteenth time. This conversation was a broken record that Elvis seemingly could not toss in the trash and play a new one, even when he would begin the call with excitement about playing a show that night. It was always about his chastity or ruining his life or not being home in ‘forever’. Seriously, could he not catch a break? He was touring for his family for godsake! To feed them! To give them the best money could afford. Money took work. Work took time away from home. 

“Alright momma, I’ll call you tomorrow.” Elvis finally cut the conversation after another long winded rambling from his mother, giving his best and offering one last ‘I miss you’. These calls, no matter how frustrating at times, was his favorite part of the evening. It was someone he could talk to, that he could gush about his tours and hear the words ‘I’m proud of you, booby.’ She was always proud of him. 

The next person on his list to phone was Dixie, the note still sticking to the dialer with a heart dotting the ‘i’. Fingers drummed against his exposed chest, the hotel’s room offering little to no circulation for such a warm evening in Florida. Make up left over from the show smudged underneath tired eyes glazing over whilst lost in thought over the woman left at home. Plenty of times he had fantisized about what their first time would be together. Wedding night, lost in the passion of committed love until they finally relinquished their virginities to one another in a beautiful union. The smile he had lit on his face remained for a moment longer with his finger tips brushing abstractly over his stomach, growing impatient and finally reaching towards the phone to call her-

The door interrupted his movements, halted for a moment as his head whipped towards the sound of knuckles tapping against wood. Elvis huffed loudly, eyes rolling upon his way to tell off his bandmate for pestering him for the fourth time that night! How many times did Elvis have to tell his companion that he was not interested in joining them downstairs for a ‘meet and greet’. 

“Quit knockin’ on my door, Scotty-” The intended tone of annoyance was void of much sincerity, for his resolve was quickly turned into curious quandary at the unfamiliar, very feminine, face smiling from behind the door. There were few times when he was stunned speechles, and with an arm propped in a mid lean against the opened door, this was one of those times. The singer blinked back his surprise, though it did little to mask the awe scrawled across parted lips. She was…. Gorgeous. He would have spoke; in fact, he was opening his mouth to question whether or not this woman had the right room (surely she was mixed up, for why would she ever be stopped on his doorstep?) when her small smile slipped into a sly grin. 

With a playful giggle, she pushed herself from the frame she leaned against, batting her pretty eyes and welcomed herself inside. There was plenty of room to, and he made no moves to block her entry. If you asked him later why he hadn’t, he would have played it off as a friendly gesture towards his fans… in reality, the sheer shock of having a woman so boldly presenting herself had thrown him for a loop. Fame came with perks, apparently, ones he was still trying to navigate through. Now, this beautiful woman certainly couldn’t have known he had a girlfriend back home… But even if she did, would it have mattered? Truly? He wouldn’t worry himself about the ‘what ifs’. Not at that moment. 

A minute passed where he was stuck at the door, turning inches to follow her trail of floral perfume until she stood in the middle of his room. She hummed, raising a brow, “Well, aren’t ya gonna shut it?” Teeth tore at a plush pink bottom lip, fingers tracing the curves of her body to rise over her chest. Reality struck, the young man moving to obey her implied order. The door shut, his feet acting upon their own accord while being drawn closer. “I’m a big fan of yours, Elvis…” 

“You are?” Such a question seemed unnecessary all too late, but what was he to say? A sheepish smile flashed across a smooth jaw, itchingly curious to ask the purpose for this visit. Elvis didn’t have to wonder for long, for he could quickly piece two and two together as well manicured fingers trailed slowly across her collarbone and teased the strap of her dress down. That and her suggestive little smirk led him to collect all the data he needed to swallow his nerves and stutter over his tongue, “I mean, thank you,” 

He had been taught it wasn’t polite to stare, though that evening he took a night off from his book of etitque. He couldn’t help but stare, entranced by the siren’s movements so seamlessly capturing his gaze. The other strap was led off of her shoulder, hands pulling gently at the fabric hugging her body with resentment to have to be released from something so divine. A step was taken closer to the singer, exposing flesh and a sultry black set of neglige. It became apparent that she had come prepared. If only Elvis might have been informed prior to a minute ago. Maybe then he would have done anything but allow flies to collect in his mouth from his jaw dropping to the floor. 

“Wow…” He breathed, gaze flickering back towards the women to catch her pleased smile of his reaction. Her hand was offered, wiggling fingers to further tempt him into her web and walk backwards towards the direction of the bed. For him? Could this really be happening? Oh, he should say no. He needed to leave immediately and call Dixie. He hadn’t called her yet! She would be wondering where he was… what happened to him… if he had made it to the hotel safely…. He should not be keeping one step away from the woman, allowing his other hand to speak on its own accord and confirm that her skin was soft. 

How quick he was, how eager to follow her to bed, exploring a mix of mesh stockings and soft skin trailing up her knee towards her parting thighs, pulling him in. Her own hands slid underneath his shirt, accepting his kiss with a giggle while helping him shed his layers. He’d kissed before, yes, but not like this. It was hungry and passionate and so full of… life. It was exciting and intoxicating, blurring clarity enough to where he could move without fear. Time slowed, it sped up, it stopped altogether where the only thing he knew was her lips sealed against his own. Okay… it was time to end this. He needed to stop before he regretted more of his decisions, went too far and tarnished what he had been waiting for with Dixie…

A moan slipped from his lips prompted by the woman’s hands trailing lower down his chest, the other working the rest of his shirt off and tossing it to the ground. She pressed her palm into the clothed erection growing within his trousers, biting back an amused giggling with a teasing lift of her hips to roll into his own. “Elvis,” She gasped, unbeknownst to her that this was not a common occurrence. This wasn’t an occurrence at all for the virgin, and yet he instinctively sought out the delictable roll of friction once more. 

“Oh…Baby,” he didn’t know her name, and he hardly pictured that she would share it now with the way she quickly pawed at his pants to remove them. The name fell off of his lips once more, lips nipping at her neck with his own greedy handfuls of her full breasts to knead. It came as a minor shock for only a moment how quickly he subconsciously grew accustomed to listening to his needs and desires, grinding the bulge of arousal against her thigh with labored pants. To pull away was a dreadful thought he only endured for a moment to maneuver from his pants and underwear fully. His companion was more than willing to push and tease her panties from her body, grabbing his shoulders for another needy kiss with wandering hands fisting in his messy dark hair. 

Her impatience was a blessing in disguise, giving him a cover without having to admit his inexperience. Lifted hips and a stroking hand guided him towards her entrance, swallowing his moans and baited breaths until she too parted from their sloppy kiss at the promise of something to fill her. Impressive girth pushed past slick folds, and his own impatience prompted him to chase the tight warmth with an improved jolt of his hips. She gasped, digging her nails into his scalp that ended in a breathy laugh and a beg for more. 

“Please, fuck me-” 

He knew enough to raise his hips and seek another exhilarating thrust within her walls, and his rhythm sputtered with a promising start. It was foreign but not unfamiliar. He wasn’t a complete prude to deny himself the taste of self-indulgence. Elvis had snuck the dirty magazine into the house which he used to look at when he was alone late at night in his room. Picturing the pretty women in the images stroking his cock again and again until he’d found the rhythm he enjoyed most. Now it seemed to be more tricky, for wasn’t he too supposed to make this woman feel good? That part had never crossed his mind, and now it was all he could think about while trying to decide on what she might like. Was he doing it right? Was she enjoying it? Did she regret coming here? 

It was hard to think much more about it because he was in a euphoric dream. Better than anything he could do himself, that tight warmth pooling within taught abdominal muscle reminded him to slow down or else he would ruin it all and cum too fast. He slowed his rushed pace, and that was when he first noticed the shifting tone in the woman’s moan… It was more authentic, less scripted? It was a serenade of music he’d never heard before, pulling at her hips, tightening his grip with a resolve to pull more of that sweet chorus from her lips. “God, you feel so good,” He panted, dipping closer to her ear with sloppy kisses nipping at her neck. 

His hips arched, wracking the woman with a shudder of pleasure to her very core. “Oh! Right there,” She begged, squeezing her legs around his waist. Tonight was not at all how she expected it to go. Yes, sure, she showed up with the confidence of a woman who knew what she wanted, but never would she expect THE Elvis Presley to want the same. It was a one in a million chance, and she just happened to be lucky that night. If she would have known she was taking the future king’s cherry… well, she would have never shut up about it. 

She sought out his lips, guiding his lips back to her own with a breathy moan greeting swollen lips. There was just a little more she needed to get there… slipping her hand between them to glide down her frame being groped and explored by the singer to relieve further tension. Her index circled her swollen bundle of nerves, bucking her hips in time with his own as their bodies created their own orchestra of passion. Words were not needed, no lyrics to be sung save for the harmonic gasps and pleasured sighs resounding from both her and Elvis. 

He lasted much longer than most men she had spent the night with, impressed with his self control and eagerness to please. She noticed his delayed thrusts when he came too close to the impending release, and she was ever more excited when he guided her hand away from herself so he could replicate her movements. Guiding his other hand to her breast, she felt that building itch of her orgasm approaching, clutching her hand over his when they both finally teetered over the edge and crashed head first into the blinding climax. 

She doubted anyone would believe her if she said she had fucked Elvis Presley, but then again, she didn’t have much inclination to share this night with anyone else. Limbs tangled in the sheets, bodies comfortably pressed together in a muggy heat, her ear listened to the soft thump of his heartbeat in the aftermath of their evening. His fingers etched designs and shapes into her skin, comfortable silence filling the atmosphere while she littered his chest in kisses and adoration. A smile befell her lips, one akin to a lazy grin adorning his lips. That night he hadn’t called Dixie… But she was the furthest thing from his mind.

[isthlsfate]

*ೃ༄ That’s All Right

warnings: LONG, tooth rotting fluff, slight swearing, time skips, mentions of the colonel, smut (mdni!)

pairing: 50s elvis presley/austin!elvis x black reader

word count: 2.3k+

*:･ﾟ✧ 07.59

“(y/n), i don’t usually do this but i need ya to perform tonight.”

at the sound of her boss’s words she drops the dishes she was washing, flinching at the loud “clank!” they make. (y/n) quickly dries her hands off and heads up to the front where she had heard his voice come from.

“m’sorry, alonzo, i-i don’t think i heard ya right.” she stutters, resting her arms on the bar counter. alonzo chuckles, taking one last look at the club before giving her his full attention.

“ya did, sweetheart. i’m expectin’ a big crowd tonight and i don’t have enough entertainment.”

the brown skinned girl opens and closes her mouth in disbelief, “why not have b.b. perform twice? or w-what about lil’ richard?”

the elder of the two gives (y/n) a stern and knowing look.

“ya tryna tell me this ain’t somethin’ you’ve been dreamin’ of?”

she sighs, glaring at the elder man before nodding nonetheless.

alonzo lets out a noise of contentment and pulls her in for a hug.

“go on upstairs and get changed, we’ll be openin’ soon.”

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as usual, the club handy crowd was huge and lively. (y/n) sat at the bar taking small sips of her drink, attempting to ease her nerves.

she wasn’t used to being out in the open like this, usually hidden away in the back washing dishes. every now and then she couldn’t help herself and she’d sneak to the front, perched behind the bar jamming along to the soulful rhythm and blues of big mama thornton, b.b king, sister rosetta thorpe and artists alike.

her heart pounded in her ears as she eagerly awaited her turn to wow the crowd.

“let’s dance, honey. get those jitters outta ya.” b.b’s voice sounds beside her, causing her to jump in her seat. she visibly relaxes at the sight of him, taking his outstretched hand without hesitation.

b.b. guides her into the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies, doing a little shimmy to encourage her. (y/n) lets out a giggle, following in his footsteps.

its not long before she forgets the feeling of anxiety and angst, moving along the floor as if no one else was there. the electric feel of lil’ richard’s voice overpowers her, her body taking over and her head running empty. she spins around, wiggles, and shimmies.

the song soon changes from upbeat to the sensual, fervent kind she’s used to, her body becoming one with the rhythm.

she doesn’t even truly notice as a pair of arms snake around her waist, a warm body filling in behind her and following her movements.

(y/n) spins around in the strong arms and faces the stranger, her right leg wrapping around his waist as he step backwards, swaying their hips.

“you ain’t b.b.” she smiles, allowing the person to turn her around once again, her back against his front as they continue swaying.

the raven haired male lets out a sultry chuckle, his lips touching her ear as he speaks.

“don’t sound so disappointed.”

“do i know ya?”

“would ya like to?”

she tuts, pulling away, both intrigued and unsettled by his quick yet smooth responses.

his touch remains on her, the two of them still dancing softly, seeming to forget their surroundings.

“what’s your name, stranger?” the brown skinned girl smirks, moving her hips in a way that make her look even more irresistible.

“elvis.” he can’t stop himself from pulling her closer again, needing to feel her velvety skin against his, “what about you, doll?”

“it’s (y-“

“(y/n)! you’re up!” alonzo pushes through the crowd, his eyes widening a bit at the sight before him before quickly returning to normal.

the younger woman nods, bidding elvis one last look before rushing towards the stage.

she stands before the crowd with sweaty palms, her once calm and collected aura now tainted with fear and anxiety.

b.b., who she had lost in the midst of dancing now sat stage left with his guitar, giving her a thumbs up and a huge grin.

she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and gives him the cue to start.

“mmm, black snake crawlin’ in my room” ♪

her voice entrances the crowd, like a siren in the middle of the sea. her confidence boosts at the stunned silence of the group, her hips starting to sway along.

her body was on fire, a tingling sensation rushing from her toes up to the tip of her nose.

she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be okay with not performing in front of a crowd again.

she especially couldn’t stand the thought of not performing in front of a crowd with that elvis standing in it.

she could feel his sapphire eyes burning holes into her skin, she fought hard not to look right back at him.

it was like he was enthralled by her, she wasn’t sure if he’d even blinked this entire time.

by the time her song was coming to a close, the young folk of the group had begun dancing just as she had been dancing before, bodies rubbing against bodies, even a few kisses being shared here and there.

nothing in her life could ever live up to this moment.

b.b. strums a little solo at the end of the song and then rises up, giving the female a huge hug and joining in on the multitude of cheers from the crowd.

(y/n) steps down, immediately earning congratulations from alonzo and other fellow employees.

she smiles in thanks but her mind is only half focused on them as her eyes scan the room for her raven haired brute.

“ya didn’t tell me you could sing, sugar.”

the girl grins at the sound of his voice and the feel of his body heat behind her, spinning around to meet his dark gaze.

“ya didn’t ask.”

elvis grins back, grabbing her hand and tugging her further away from the crowd, who had begun to indulge in another performance.

“(y/n)’s a beautiful name.” he tells her, smile deepening at the little scrunch of her nose.

“elvis ain’t so bad either.” she jokes, her eyes searching his face for any sign of discontent at her faux idiocy towards his popularity.

truth be told she recognized him as soon as their eyes met, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of being drooled all over like the other women did.

the blue eyed male only laughs.

“so you can sing, you can dance, what else?”

𓍊𓋼𓍊

four months later!

alonzo had given (y/n) the day off, so after taking a small stroll around beale street in the early hours of the morning, she decided to relax in her room atop club handy.

her radio lowly hummed the tune of ella fitzgerald’s “blue skies” as she rearranged her closet, her feet moving along to the rhythm.

she’s so caught up in the music and the task at hand that she doesn’t hear the room door open, nor the footsteps coming near her.

at the feeling of hands grabbing her waist she lets out a scream, immediately swinging at the person only for her arm to be caught.

“whoa baby, it’s just me.”

“damnit, elvis! ya almost gave me a heart attack. did alonzo tell ya i was up here?”

the raven haired male chuckles, making himself comfortable on her bed.

“he didn’t have to, you’re always cooped up in here if ya ain’t doin’ dishes or performin’.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes, turning her radio down slightly before welcoming herself on elvis’ lap.

“things with the colonel goin’ alright?”

the male sighs, “as alright as the colonel can be.”

he grabs her by the chin and makes her look up at him, his eyes searching her face. he smiles, watching her nose crinkle as it always did when he did something to make her shy.

elvis was glad to have met her when he did. despite the tough, mellow man facade he put up, his up and coming fame was beginning to take a toll on him.

it was nice to stop by club handy and visit his girl, get a taste of reality for a little while.

(y/n) jumps off his lap abruptly, pulling him out of his thoughts. he watches with curious eyes as she scurries back over to her radio and turns the dial, the volume increasing.

at the first sound of his own voice playing through the speaker, he falls back onto the bed with a groan.

his girl only giggles, rushing to his side and pulling him up.

“well it’s down at the end of lonely street, at heartbreak hotel.” ♪

she sings, her lips puckered as she tries to copy his signature smolder.

she bounces on her tippy toes, making faces at elvis, coaxing him to join her. it’s not long before he does.

(y/n) watches in adoration as the music swallows him, just as it does her. she could watch him perform day and night.

elvis notices her staring as he backs her towards the bed, still singing along. he gently pushes her down and climbs atop her, his hands holding her face.

“i’ll be so lonely, i could die.” ♪

he sings in a hushed voice before capturing her lips in a kiss.

(y/n) lets out a soft moan, her hands roaming his body as he grinds his hips into hers.

elvis kisses down her neck, unbuttoning her blouse in the process, lips following quickly after his fingers.

he stops below her belly button and lifts up, connecting their lips once again.

“i-im ready, e.” the sound of his sweet girl’s words cause his breath to catch in his throat. he backs away from her a little to look her sternly in her eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.

“are ya sure, doll? we don’t have to.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes, “i been sure since the day we first danced, elvis. just been waiting for the right time.”

“oh really?” the male teases, unbuttoning his black lace shirt in the process. his girl only nods, her attention focused on exploring his body with her eyes.

elvis flips them so that they’re facing one another, his hands gently pulling down her panties and pants altogether.

she whimpers at the cold air grazing against her now bare body, her hands grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss.

the raven haired male pulls his own pants down before he lifts her leg over his hip, his tip teasing her entrance and eliciting a sigh from the both of them.

with a deep thrust he enters her, reveling in the sounds that leave her lips. he kisses all along her face, whispering words of praise.

his hips pick up in speed, his own moans leaving his lips as he feels himself nearing his climax.

he opens his eyes at the soft touch of (y/n)’s hands grabbing his face, tears brimming her eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. of all the sights he’s seen her, this one had just become his favorite.

“i love you, elvis.”

those four words send him over the edge, his lips sloppily meeting hers as his thrusts get sharper, his load spilling inside her. he keeps his pace, bringing her to her own orgasm, his kisses swallowing her moans.

elvis buries his head in her neck, not quite ready to leave her just yet. he places gentle pecks along her sweaty skin.

“i love ya too, darlin’.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊

*:･ﾟ✧ 02.60

“calm down now, alonzo! i still wanna have my independence, i’ll come in an’ work whenever ya call me.”

“i know, it just ain’t gonna be the same without ya living here, honey.” the elder man pulls (y/n) in for a hug, careful not to squeeze her too tight due to her growing bump.

she glances over at elvis when the two of them pull away, a small smile adorning her face at his fond expression. he knew asking her to move to graceland with him would be a huge step, alonzo had damn near raised her.

he was beyond grateful to her for making his dreams come true and saying yes. the house was cold and lonely without the warmth of his mother. he had fired the colonel soon after her passing, but there was still a lot of damage to be fixed and it felt easier with her right by his side.

“i never took ya for such a sap.” she teases alonzo, welcoming the warm embrace of her boyfriend who had scurried over to them.

“y’all get on now! tell your daddy “hi” for me, elvis.”

“yes, sir.” the raven haired male salutes, grabbing (y/n)’s hand and leading her out to his cadillac.

once she’s settled in he rushes to the driver side, sitting down and taking a minute to admire her beauty.

“stop starin’.” she deadpans, her nose scrunching.

elvis reaches forward and gives her a big kiss.

“i’ll stare all i want, you look damn gorgeous carryin’ my baby.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊

the ride to graceland goes by shortly—elvis had sped a little, the excitement of showing his girl her new home taking over.

he opens the front door for her, eyes never leaving her frame as he watches her take in the home.

after some time, (y/n) turns to him, “where’s the radio?”

the blue eyed male laughs a genuine laugh, shocked at her question. he quickly grabs one from the kitchen and hands it to her, contemplating what she could possibly be doing.

she immediately switches it on, her eyes widening at the song playing.

“that’s all right mama, that’s all right for you” ♪

elvis groans, it’d be just his luck a song of his is the first to play.

(y/n) saunters over to him, a little shimmy in her step as she does so.

“can’t really dance to your version the way ya can mine.” she teases, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

elvis brushes his raven locks out of his face, a grin taking up his face.

“ya can’t even dance that way no more, lil’ mama. not with a lil presley in ya.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes but the smile on her face is apparent.

she rests her head on elvis’ shoulder and sways with him, reveling in the life and the man she had been so lucky to be gifted.

[thegettingbyp2]

Front and Centre (Austin!Elvis)

You and your best friend were standing right at the front of the stage, your friend bouncing up and down excitedly. You’d spent the afternoon at the fair, going on the rides and taking part in the various activities that were on offer, and now you were waiting for the one and only Elvis Presley to come onto stage. Your friend was a huge fan of Elvis, however you didn’t really have an opinion of him. Sure, you’d heard some of his music on the radio and thought that he had a good voice, but you’d never actually seen him, only heard from your friend about how hot he was and how he danced so differently from any other music act you’d seen or heard.

‘(Y/N), you’re going to love him,’ your best friend, Tana, gushed. ‘He’s incredible!’

‘I never said I wasn’t going to,’ you replied, laughing at your friends enthusiasm.

The moment Elvis came onto the stage, you couldn’t help but be struck by how beautiful he was, the way a strand of his hair sat perfectly on his forehead had you wanting to wrap your finger around it and tuck it neatly back into place. However, the moment he started to move had all thoughts leaving your head. The way there didn’t seem to be a single part of his body that was able to stay still whilst he sang had put you in a trance.

You could hear the screams from the rest of the girls in the audience but they quickly faded away to almost nothing when Elvis’ eyes caught yours. It was as if time stood still and you watched as a smirk began to grow on his lips as he continued to sing, not breaking his eyes away from you. He made his way over to the edge of the stage, sinking to his knees, still singing as he reached out to take your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles before finally breaking your gaze and moving away continuing with the performance.

By the time the performance was over, it had seemed to have gone by in a blur, your hand still tingling from the feeling of his lips on your skin earlier in the night. ‘Oh my God! Did you see the way he was looking at you?’ Tana exclaimed as the two of you made your way out of the fair. ‘And he kissed your hand, you’re so lucky!’

‘He was looking at everyone, it’s kind of a part of his job,’ you laughed, brushing the experience off. As you walked through the exit, you startled at the feeling of a hand wrapping around your wrist. Turning around sharply, you were shocked when you looked into the eyes of the same man who had kissed your hand earlier.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,’ he spoke with his Southern accent, ‘I just saw you at the show and I thought you were beautiful and I really wanted to speak to you.’

‘No, it’s fine,’ you said, shaking your head slightly, trying to work out if this was really happening, ‘but we’ve got to go and - ’

‘Well, I’ve got to go and actually try to find the car, I can just drive up here so you have some time,’ Tana quickly cut in, her eyes not straying from Elvis.

‘I don’t mind driving you home, if that would be alright with you obviously,’ Elvis said, turning back to you. You looked over at Tana and saw her nodding her head quickly.

‘Sure, that would be nice,’ you replied, smiling up at Elvis before saying a goodbye to Tana, promising to tell her everything once you get home.

‘Shall we?’ Elvis asked, offering his arm to you as you both turned back into the fair as you slid your arm through his. ‘I’m Elvis.’

You couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that escaped your chest. ‘I know,’ you said, your smile evident in your voice as Elvis shot you a shy smile, ‘I’m (Y/N).’

‘Well, (Y/N),’ he began, and you felt a shiver roll down your spine at the way your name slipped easily off of his tongue. ‘How about a go on the ferris wheel?’ You hadn’t realised that Elvis had pulled you both to a stop in front of an empty carriage, just waiting for the two of you to get on. Instead of replying, you grinned up at him and moved to sit in the carriage, loving the way he let out a small laugh before rushing to join you before you were both hoisted into the air.

Once your carriage had stopped at the top of the wheel, you let your eyes close softly as you felt the gentle breeze brush through your hair, however, the breeze could do nothing to cool your cheeks once you looked over at him and saw the way he was looking at you; he was looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

‘I really liked your performance tonight,’ you said shyly, averting your gaze.

‘Thanks,’ he said, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. ‘Couldn’t help being a bit off my game tonight though, I was a bit distracted,’ he continued, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked at you, causing a blush to quickly rush to your cheeks.

‘If it’s any consolation, I don’t think anyone noticed,’ you replied softly, looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes as a shiver suddenly ran through your body. Instantly, Elvis sprung into action, shrugging his jacket off.

‘You must be freezing up here,’ he murmured, draping his jacket over your shoulders, his arms lingering around you and you felt your head grow fuzzy as you were enveloped in the warmth from his jacket and his scent lingered around you. Elvis’ finger came to rest under your chin as he gently tilted your head up to look at him. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he spoke lowly as he began to lower his face to yours.

Just before his lips brushed against yours, the carriage you were in jolted as you came to a stop back down on the ground. You quickly pulled away, much to Elvis’ amusement, so you wouldn’t be caught by the ride operator, and hopped out of the carriage, Elvis following close behind until he gently pulled you to a stop, pressing you lightly against a wooden beam that was holding some of the bunting up, away from the rest of the crowd.

‘Where are you off to in a rush, darlin’?’ Elvis chuckled as he stepped even closer to you.

‘I didn’t think you’d want to be seen, where everyone knows who you are, with me,’ you began to ramble, only stopping when Elvis’ fingers gripped the sides of his jacket that was still draped over your shoulders, pulling you into him.

‘Darlin’, what I wanted,’ he started once you had looked back up at him, ‘was to kiss a beautiful girl. Imagine how I felt when he all of a sudden ran away from me,’ he made you laugh when he threw an overly exaggerated pout your way.

‘Wow, that girl really must not have realise who it was that wanted to kiss her, hey,’ you smiled coyly, bringing your hand up to lightly trace his jaw.

‘Are you going to let me kiss you now, darlin’?’ he asked, his accent sounding thicker as his eyes were trained on your lips.

‘Why don’t you find out,’ you said softly. Elvis tugged you impossibly closer by his grip on the jacket and finally pressed his lips to yours. You both sighed into the kiss as you felt yourselves get lost in each other, not caring if anyone walked past and saw you. You were enveloped by Elvis and, in that moment, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You only broke the kiss when the both of you ran out of air and Elvis pressed his forehead to yours, practically grinning. ‘I wanna take you out on a date,’ he said, taking your hands in his and pulling them up to loop around his neck. ‘Whatd’ya say?’

‘I’d like that,’ you replied, grinning up at him before he moved to press his lips against yours one more time, tugging you away from your secluded spot as the two of you made your way back through the fair.

[lostgirlfandom]

Miscellaneous Masterlist

I'll add more as I go along.

Riverdale

FP Jones

Mother Dearest

Mother Dearest Part II

Mother Dearest Part III

Mother Dearest Part IV

Hellboy

Hellboy (Both Versions)

Abe Sapien

10th Kingdom

Wolf

Real Elvis

Austin! Elvis

The Labyrinth

Jareth

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

Reunited

Shameless

Lip

It's a Tuesday

Roman Fingers

Polar

Duncan Vizla

Fun and Games

Breakfast Club

John Bender

[austinsmutler]

i think this is the request box??? SORRY UGH))) hi!! first time requesting! Could you do a BDE(or Austin)! Elvis x reader (could use she/her pronouns). Reader is timid and socially awkward. During one of Elvis’ shows, the staff at the venue are being really rude to her while she’s trying to get to his dressing room and saying like “just because you’re sleeping with him doesn’t give you any authority to come back here.” Elvis hears about this and confronts them after the show telling them that if they ever talk to his pretty girl like that again that he would do more than just fire them (FIRST TIME REQUESTING IM SORRY THIS IS A REALLY AWKWARD REQUEST)))

Oooh Anon. You’ve single-handedly pulled me out of my writing block with this request. If I could hug you, I would, but instead enjoy Austin!Elvis wanting to burn the world down to protect reader. I hope it's worth the wait.

Keep sending requests for Austin!Elvis, guys! These are so fun!

It's Only Love - Austin!Elvis x Reader - 2,000 words

What you’ll like: Protective Elvis, BDE Elvis, hurt/comfort, pet names ('baby' and 'pretty girl'), Elvis stands up to Colonel

Warnings: Period-typical misogyny, mild violence (nothing major or graphic but there is some grabbing)

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Please tell me everything you want!)

“Well I’m leaving town baby, I’m leaving town for sure, then you won’t be bothered with me hanging round your door- but that’s alright…” Your boyfriend drawled into the microphone, leaning in with a sultry sway of his hips that had the crowd sighing. 

Elvis’ eyes found yours as he sang, “But that’s alright, that’s alright now mama, any way you do… Woo-hoo!” He howled as the song, and the show, finished. 

The girls around you went wild, showering the stage in everything from red roses to their bras. It was always a strange sight, especially when one bra fell over Elvis’ head and he turned to throw it at Bill, the bass player, with a laugh.

You’d been there every step of the way on the tour, from Memphis to Lousianna and all the way to North Carolina. No matter where Elvis went, there was a crowd of girls screaming his name and throwing their garments at his feet. 

But you weren’t one of them. Elvis’ eyes always picked you out in the crowd and held you, performing your favorites as a secret serenade in every show.

You’d known Elvis since you were children, growing up together on the outskirts of Tupelo, sneaking into Black Pentecostal churches together, and- slowly as growing up- falling in love. 

Your parents hardly had to be persuaded to let you follow him across the country, because you had practically been married since the first time Elvis had grabbed your hand and led you inside the tent as they sang Up Above My Head. Elvis didn’t just teach you the words, he’d burned them into your soul, never letting go of your hand once as you both sang,

“I wanna soothe my heart, I wanna ease my mind, I wanna move my shoes and see what I can find…”

Elvis had found music, but you’d found him. 

** **

Usually Elvis would sneak out from backstage and meet you after the show, but with bigger crowds and Elvis more recognizable than ever, you’d agreed it was best for you to simply come backstage from now on. Everyone who worked with Elvis knew you- even the band members affectionately called you Mrs Presley. 

Which made it surprising when the bouncers- rare members of the team who weren’t Elvis’ direct friends or family -cut you off. 

“Backstage is for band members only.”

“What? Tommy, come on.” You put your hands on your hips, frowning up at the tall man. “You know me.”

“Sorry ma’am, Colonel’s orders.”

“Excuse me?” You caught eyes with Bill, passing behind Tommy. “Hey, Bill!”

“Hey, that's ol’ Mrs Presley!” Bill greeted you with a smile. “C’mon boys, let her through.”

“Backstage is for band members only.” The other bouncer, Tex, repeated. “Sorry Bill.”

You looked at Bill for help, but he was frowning at the other men. “Well, I’m a band member, and she’s with us. Let her through.” 

“Can’t. Colonel’s say-so.” Tommy said expressionlessly. “Real sorry, Bill.”

“You’re gonna be.” Bill looked at you. “Wait here, it’s gonna be alright.”

The second Bill was out of earshot, the bouncers focused their attention on you. It was the first time all tour you’d felt… afraid. It was a hot July night and you’d left your cardigan at home. Suddenly your shoulders felt too bare as they looked you up and down, disgust slowly filtering onto their faces. 

“Just because you’re fucking the boss doesn’t mean you can come back here.” Tommy growled, while Tex stepped forward to shove you further back. 

“He'll be done with you soon enough. Girls like you get boring after a while.” 

You bit your lip, fighting back tears, but you instinctively pushed back against the larger man. Tex’s face twisted in rage as he grabbed your arms with bruising strength. 

“Don’t think you can get away with that, just because you’re sleeping with Presley.”

He shoved you back so hard you hit the wall. You cried out in shock and pain as your head hit the wall and the world turned blurry.

“What the fuck is going on here?” A low voice growled from behind the bouncers. Elvis, still in his pink and black stage suit.

Bill was with him, but when he saw the scene, he took a step back from the singer as if he’d explode. If it were possible, Elvis would be ticking like a bomb ready to blow. 

“Elvis-” Tommy started, but Elvis silenced him with one hand. His dark blue eyes fixed on Tex, who was still in front of you, so uncomfortably close you could smell the sweat under his suit. It made you nauseous. 

You were still dazed from your head hitting the wall, unable to speak as Elvis stalked forward. For every step forward Elvis took, Tex took a step back. 

“I’m gonna give you one chance to explain what you were doing, touching my girl like that.” Elvis snarled. “And that’s one more chance than you deserve, so be quick.”

“W-well, boss-” Tex suddenly didn’t seem so big, hands at his sides, staring at his shoes. He looked more like a child being scolded. “We didn’t mean to-”

“Then what did you mean to do?” Elvis snapped. He was between you and Tex now, hand grasping yours with a reassuring squeeze. "Cause it looked to me like you were throwing my girl around like a rag doll, which she ain't." 

“Listen, we-” Tommy stepped forward, but Elvis interrupted. 

“No, you both listen. You’re fired. If I see either of you near my show or my pretty girl again, I’ll do more than just fire you. Got it?”

He didn’t wait for their response, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you backstage to his dressing room. The pain didn’t fully set in until he sat you in his chair. You winced.

Elvis felt at the lump on the back of your head. No skin was broken, but it still throbbed. Colorful bruises were already beginning to form on your arms where Tex had all-but thrown you backwards.

“Oh, no. No, no, no." Elvis murmured when he saw the marks. He was on his knees, looking up at you with a pained expression. “I’m so sorry, baby.” 

He kissed every bruise on your skin so softly you barely felt the heat of his lips. All the while he murmured comforting words, 

“I ain’t ever gonna let this happen to you again. Never gonna let anything like this happen again. I promise.”

You were silent, replaying Tommy and Tex's words over in your head. They had no idea what they were talking about, but the words still left you with a lingering nausea, far worse than any of the bruising on your body.

“How’s my girl doing?”

“I’m okay.” Your voice was meek, even to your own ears. 

"Hey, pretty girl," Elvis frowned, cupping your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You can tell me.”

And you did. As the tears finally spilled over your eyes, you told Elvis the worst of what the bouncers said. Tension flooded into his shoulders as you repeated their words.

Just because you’re fucking the boss doesn’t mean you can come back here.

“Those sons of-” Elvis caught himself, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, baby. They ain’t ever gonna work again, I'll make sure of it.” 

He kissed the back of one hand, then the other. Elvis’ eyeliner was messy after a night of performing, sweat still glazing his skin. He looked… tired. You’d never seen Elvis tired before, and the sight scared you more than anything. For the first time in twenty years of knowing him, he looked less than invincible. 

You wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaning down to kiss him. 

“I’ll be fine, really.” You smiled weakly. “You didn’t have to fire them.”

“If I ever had to see ‘em again I’d do worse than that, baby.” He pulled you in close to kiss your forehead, then your lips. “I’m gonna talk to the Colonel. Make sure he files a police report and hires real security for our next show.” 

You bit your lip, remembering their words. Colonel’s orders. “Elvis…”

Your lip wobbled. Elvis trusted nobody in the world more than the Colonel, aside from his mother. Would he believe you? 

Warm hands rubbed up and down your shoulders. “Hey, I’m right here.”

“The Colonel made them do it, they said he said not to let me through.” You blurted out, clamping a hand over your mouth, tears rising to your eyes again. Elvis’ hands froze on your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

Elvis stood up. Through your tears, you could see the fire in his eyes. You thought he was angry before? Well, he was furious now. Hands bunched to fists at his sides, he didn't move for a long moment, just stared. Then he left the room without a word. 

It was common knowledge you didn’t get along with the Colonel. Elvis considered him a godsend, the man who launched his entire career. You considered him a toad, especially after one conversation you’d overheard in Graceland:

“If the fans know about her, they won’t follow you.”

Elvis thought you’d gone up to bed, but you had lingered to grab a glass of water… and listen to the men talking business. The thought had never crossed your mind before that you were part of that business. 

“Little girlfriends, they don’t last. But your music? My dear boy, that is immortal- if you play your cards right.”

Elvis laughed, and your blood froze. Then the laughter stopped abruptly. 

“You’re serious? What’re you talking about, Colonel?” Your boyfriend’s voice was light and playful, but there was an edge to it. Something underneath you’d never heard before. “I sing from the heart, and she is my heart. Without her, there’s no music.”

“My boy-”

“Understand me?”

“But-”

“Do you understand me?” The playfulness dropped from his voice. Elvis was easily persuaded to go along with just about anything the Colonel dreamed up (“His plans got us this far, haven’t they?”) but from that night one thing was clear: your relationship was not up for negotiation. 

Until tonight.

You stayed there for a while, emptiness settling in your stomach. Elvis didn’t believe you. Why would he? The Colonel had got him this far. Got him a tour in all fifty states. Made him enough money to buy Graceland and as many Cadillacs as he could imagine. You were just a girl from Tupelo, he could find another.

Still, you waited, hoped he’d come back. You could apologize, say you must’ve misunderstood, say anything to get him back. A difficult life with Elvis and the Colonel was better than an empty life without the man you loved. 

Minutes turned to a full hour, so you left, dragging your feet towards the exit, hoping your motel room would still be available to you. Elvis wouldn’t leave you in the middle of America, miles from home with no way back, would he?

Distant shouting caught your attention. You recognized Elvis’ voice immediately and followed down the corridor to a slightly-open door that simply said ‘Colonel’.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Elvis shouted so loud it made you jump, even as you paused outside the door to listen. “Who’re you gonna ban next, my mama?”

“Your mother is not the problem, my boy-” The Colonel sounded flustered, barely himself.

“And neither is she!” Elvis snarled, slamming something down inside the room. “Goddammit. I’ve told you before, I sing from the heart. You want to stop that?"

Silence. Had the Colonel ever been lost for words before?

Elvis continued, "Fine, we can break all our promises. How about this? I don’t see her backstage before and after every performance, I don’t sing. Or-" Elvis snapped his fingers, "Better idea, we go public. Let's see how many fans actually follow me for my music. I don't care about the rest of it."

“Elvis-”

“Those are your options. I’ll give you one more chance, but that’s it. And if I ever, ever find out you pulled this horseshit again, you're done."

The Colonel was silent for a while, but perhaps he muttered something quietly, or simply nodded, because the next thing you knew, Elvis was coming out of the room, fists still clenched and face flushed with anger. 

All of that melted away when he saw you. 

“Baby,” He murmured, taking your hand in his. “What’re you doing out here?”

"I- I thought-" Your body shook, and Elvis took the black jacket from his shoulders to drape it across yours. He led you away from the Colonel's door, back to the privacy of his dressing room. 

"You don't have to throw your life away because of me." You finally said.

Elvis smiled, wiping the tears from your cheeks with both hands. "Sweet girl." 

Without warning he picked you up and sat back in his chair, holding you on his lap while he peppered your face with kisses.

"A life without you? That's not one I want to be living." He pressed your foreheads together and let out a sigh. "But this right here, you and me? That's what's right. And I will protect that- protect you, Always."

[asshlyyyy]

Unexpected Guests

I don't want anyone to mention my posting schedule. I know I suck, I am very well aware of that. Things get crazy. You think that everything is worked out and squared away, but... it's just... it's all over the place. Daylight savings really messed with me and I have no idea why. I hope you guys like this old draft I ripped from the beginnings. I think this is based off my headcanons with twins. So, you can go ahead and check that out!

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Spelling and Grammatical errors most likely. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.7k

You loved going to each and every single one of Elvis’ concerts. You tried your very best to be at everyone, but then your twins came along and it got harder to be at them. Of course, you were able to go to the ones he held in Memphis… but outside of state was pretty much a definite no. 

Your twins were the complete opposite. Weirdly enough, one of them took after Elvis and one of them took after yourself. Valeria was much like her daddy. She was very outgoing and loved anyone who gave her any sort of attention. Orson was much like you. You were the quiet shy girl. You preferred to be alone than around people. 

The introvert and the extrovert if you will. You were careful when taking your kids out and around. Especially when you were with Elvis, everyone would crowd Elvis just to get a picture, an autograph, or even a smooch off of him. Valeria, well she was. everywhere. Despite your effects of keeping her face away from the line of paparazzi. Orson was much easier than his sister. He usually kept his face tucked into your neck. 

“Valeria! Where’s your brother!” You called out to your two-year-old. You picked up some of the kid's toys and threw them in the basket next to the couch.

“I don knwoah, mama.” She replied back. You let out a sigh and looked over toward the bookshelf. Orson loved to read, well… he loved to look at the pictures. He was only two after all. If he could read… you would be a tad bit concerned. 

You found him sitting tucked under the small fort you helped him build hours prior. You smiled and picked him up. You placed a sweet soft kiss on his cheek and fixed his hair. “There you are.”

“Hai mama,” he giggled.

“Whatcha got there?” You asked as you looked at the book in his hands. “Woah, are those dinosaurs?”

“Wes!” He nodded with a great big smile on his face. It reminded you of Elvis’ smile. They did look a lot like him. 

“Do you know what sound they make?” You asked as you tickled his stomach a bit.

“Roar!” He gave a great big impression of a dinosaur. You let out a gasp, you were quite impressed with your little loveable boy. 

“Yes!” you giggled lightly and put the book away. You had to get to the venue in an hour. You went over to where Valeria played with her dolls and picked her up.

“Mama noi!” She whined as she reached for her dolls again.

“Come on, we have to get ready. Don’t you want to see daddy perform?” You asked her. She quickly turned to look at you.

“Daddy!?”

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded in agreement. You took the twins up to their room to get them all prepped and dressed. “He has a show that’s in town, and he offered for us to come.”

“I wuv daddy!” She squealed and tried to find the most perfect dress. You smiled at her and felt your heart flare with emotions. “I mush wook pwerfec.”

“And you will,” you told her. You placed Orson down on his bed and went to the closet to help her. You grabbed her favorite white dress and held it out. 

Your daughter’s head tilted to the side. She was contemplating if she actually wanted to wear it or go down another direction. She nodded with a big smile and snatched the dress out of your hands. You shook your head gently at her and got together your son’s outfit. He didn’t care much about what he wore as long as he was comfortable.

You helped Valeria get into her dress and made sure she had the perfect bow to go with it. You set her off to play with the toys in the room and went to get Orson ready. You got him dressed in something similar to what Valeria wore. Yes, you were indeed that mother who made her twins match. You thought it was quite cute.

“How baby?” Orson asked you. You looked down at your bump and rubbed it gently. 

“They’re doing great,” you whispered and kissed the top of Orson’s head. Okay, everything was ready. You had their coats, their headphones, and extra snacks packed… Now all you had to do was get ready yourself. Luckily, you picked out your outfit earlier in the day whilst Elvis was still home.

You went ahead and got changed quickly. You then fixed up your hair and makeup before going back over to the twins. You didn’t like to be away from them too long. Mostly due to the fact that Valeria could get a little bit too out of order. Which turns into stressing out Orson and causing him to cry. It was just best if they weren’t together for long without an adult. 

You were not saying she was a bad kid, she was far from that. She just got frustrated easily. Now, that is something she most definitely got from her father. You weren’t even going to argue on that one. You loved all pieces of Elvis, but his anger was one you wish you could get rid of. 

“All right, who’s ready to see daddy?!” You asked the two excitedly.

“Me!” They both replied. You smiled and helped them put on their coats and shoes. You got them out and into the car before you were on your way. 

It didn’t take long to get to the venue. Mostly because you got a special escort. When Elvis was doing a concert you couldn’t move anywhere. It would take at least an extra forty minutes just to get gas or some groceries. Everyone was trying to get in. Everyone was trying to get a peak of the king himself. 

You parked your car next to Elvis’ and got out. You held a smile on your kiss and grabbed your kids from the back seat. You grabbed your bag and headed over to the back door where you knocked. It wasn’t long before someone answered and led you to where Elvis was. 

“Whoa, who are these little animals?” Elvis spoke as he saw you three walk into his dressing room. 

Valeria gasped loudly, “Daddy!” She squealed and let go of our hand. She ran over to her father and threw her arms around him. Elvis smiled and picked up his daughter and held her close.

“Look at you! This is such a pretty dress, princess.” Elvis smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“I picked it out all by myself.” Your daughter spoke proudly of her lie. You let out a lightly laugh and shook your head. You walked over to the couch and helped your son up on it. You made your way over to Elvis with a smile on your face.

“There’s ma beautiful wife.” Elvis smiled and pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your lips. Your daughter ewed at the sight and covered her eyes.

“Hi Elvis,” you greeted him after you pulled away. 

“Hi.”

You guys spent as much time together before Elvis was pulled away to get on stage. You three stayed backstage and watched him from the sidelines. You made sure that your kids had their headphones on and you three enjoyed his singing. 

You held Orson in your arms and kept a strong hand on Valeria. You knew how she was, and she would take any given moment to run out to her father. There was nothing wrong with loving your dad, it just became an issue when you could trip and fall.

It was about halfway through the show, and Elvis was giving the band an introduction. He loved to make sure that people were getting the proper praise for their incredible playing/ singing. You loved that Elvis did that. It showed that the show wasn’t all about him, but the people who play around him. They are the ones who really make it a show. 

“Mrs. Presley,” someone spoke from behind you. You turned and faced the person, a smile on your face.

“Yes?”

“I just had a few questions regarding Elvis’ upcoming tour dates. We just want to make sure they aren’t on any important dates.” They explained. You nodded and looked at the clipboard they were carrying around. 

“I don’t know if these ones will work. The baby is due around that time. We don’t know if they will be early, on time, or late. We just don’t want to risk it.” You pointed to the dates around your baby’s due date. 

“Right, and so then he won’t be able to perform at least for a month or two afterward?” They doubled checked. You nodded agreeing with their statement.

“That is correct. It’s mainly up to Elvis though. It’s his schedule.” You replied. They nodded and wrote down all the information. You felt a tiny hand leave your own and you turned to see a two-year-old running toward her father.

“Valeria!” You called out after her. Elvis must have heard you 'cause he turned his head and found his daughter all the way towards him.

“Hey hey, looks like we got an unexpected guess.” Elvis smiled and picked up his daughter. “Want to say hi?”

“Hi,” Valeria responded with a giggle. You let out a sigh and made your way over to them to grab Valeria back. 

“This is Valeria,” Elvis introduced her. The audience was awed at his precious daughter. “And here comes my wife and son.” 

Orson had his face pressed against your chest. He took one look at the audience and quickly peered away. He wanted nothing to do with them. You gave Elvis a shower look and took Valeria from him.

“This is my son Orson. He’s very shy. Then of course ma beautiful, beautiful wife.” He gave an introduction to your two. You smiled softly toward the fans and apologized once again.

“How bout we sing a song for ‘em?” Elvis suggested as you took the twins away. “Love Me Tender.” He told the guys and they started to get into the song. You smiled softly and watched your husband lovingly. 

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