#like how she cooked all the foods Elvis loved

[doll-elvis]

[hooked-on-elvis]

ELVIS' FAVORITE FOODS

One of my favorites (if not the favorite) pieces of info about E's private life.

When I brought Elvis in something that he really loved to eat, he was adorable, sitting up against the pillows, cross-legged in his men’s pajamas. He had this cute little dance he did in bed, where he rocked from side to side, sometimes with his eyes closed, with this beatific smile on his face, almost like Stevie Wonder. That’s how much he loved his favorite foods. It tasted so good to him and made him so supremely content. I can still see him rocking left to right in bliss, enjoying his food. Linda Thompson on her memoir book, "A Little Thing Called Life: On Loving Elvis Presley, Bruce Jenner and Songs In Between".

Some of the treats Linda mentioned Elvis liked were:

A pound of bacon, a six-egg omelet, and five or six pieces of toast.

"When I took the enormous portion up to him on his tray and put it in front of him, as he’d predicted, he didn’t ever eat all of it. So, no, he didn’t eat oversize portions every night. But sometimes he did eat too much, especially in the wake of 'Aloha from Hawaii,' when he was recovering from the deprivation of that 500-calorie-a-day diet."

PB&B (peanut butter and banana) sandwiches:

"If they were not made exactly the way he required, he would not eat them, and he had no hesitation about sending them back. Make it the way I want it,' he would say to whoever had brought up the food."

"Iddytream" (ice cream)

"He loved all of the flavors, but I’d say that vanilla and chocolate were his absolute favorites. Sometimes strawberry. What he really adored were ice cream sandwiches, and especially Eskimo Pies, the ones with the crispy chocolate coating encasing a square of vanilla ice cream. Sometimes he ate a whole box at once, with me bringing the treats to him one at a time."

Honeydew melon

During Elvis Week 2024, Linda said that Elvis requested honeydew melon for dessert, especially when he needed to control his weight gain (which she says, as we can imagine, was often). At night she would bring him his order, one of his favorites according to her, and they would put a towel on the bed, as usual whenever they'd eat in his bedroom. El would sit cross-legged, happily eating his honeydew melon and (occasionally) with each bite he would do that little dance that she told in her book.

As for the food Elvis couldn't stand, Linda said:

"My preferred diet ['Mediterranean diet with a lot of fish and vegetables'] suffered during those years because Elvis would never allow fish to be cooked at Graceland or anywhere we were. He hated the smell of fish."

[ataraxiaspainting]

It's Cold Outside.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Synopsis: A stranger has weaseled his way into every aspect of your life.

Warnings: Yandere themes, non-con/dub-con (the reader is under the influence of aphrodisiacs but non-consensually), the reader is described as AFAB and uses she/her pronouns respectfully, threats of violence, stalking, manipulation, Chrollo the Creepster, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 2.2k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

(You’re The) Devil in Disguise by Elvis Presley

Salvatore by Lana Del Ray

Who Is She? by I Monster

Kiss Of Fire by Georgia Gibbs

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

4:00A.M. by Taeko Onuki

How I’d Kill by Cowboy Malfoy

Sonne by Rammstein

The Great Gig in the Sky by Pink Floyd

“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground

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i. “Technicolor worlds with white clouds are bound to be destroyed by silver snow.”

When you step into your house, it is like you are instantly transported back to a year ago. Everything in sight, from the walls to the shelves, has decorations of some kind, whether going all out with the kitchen table having an entire feast of delicious holiday treats made by your grandparents, or just a green and red painting of a Christmas tree placed in your older sister’s usually monochromatic room. Perhaps the painting is yet another way she proves that she can somewhat react well to requests to change her room a little bit. Even if the painting is on the farthest wall from the door and is partially hidden from view by the many anime figurines and books larger than your head. Your mother claims that it is a miracle she convinced her to put up any holiday decorations in her room at all and thus doesn’t bother her further. 

Each room also has a different festive scent, your younger sister’s room having a hot chocolate scent mixed with the smell of piled up dishes on her desk, most coming from when she was ‘helping’ your grandparents cook by ‘testing to make sure the food isn't poison’.

How heroic of her to sacrifice herself for the family.

Your room, you think, looks much better than your sisters’ combined, having decked it out to the maximum by taking out all of your Halloween decorations and replacing them with Christmas ones. It took you the whole weekend, sure, and caused you to break the bank, but your love for accessories outweighs your logic and reason by quite a lot. Your beloved record player is back on your table that also simultaneously houses your television and jewelry playing Elvis Presley’s Blue Christmas. A wreath larger than your torso is on your door and your room smells like all the holiday air fresheners you found in your closet. Pine, peppermint, orange, lemon, cranberry… all mix to make a beautiful festive scent unmatched by even your parents’ bedroom. Everything is how it should be, and how it always is every year.

Well, almost. A man named Chrollo, a man who gives you anything but comfort, has been invited to your family-only yearly Christmas party. When your father, who has always been too protective of you and your sisters and never lets you spend time with the opposite gender, told you that Chrollo of all people would be attending, you tried to argue otherwise. You tried telling him that none of you had known Chrollo for so long, but he had rebutted Chrollo’s lie that you had known him for over a year with you two developing a close bond. You realized it was too late then, and Chrollo had charmed your entire family, with even your older sister always having a smile on her face whenever she saw him at her workplace. 

ii. “Like actors, each snowflake has a different role to play. They sing along with every step of a boot as a deceitful way to express their pain.”

The moment the doorbell chimes, its piercing resonance assaults your eardrums and causes an unsettling shiver to course through your spine.

You find yourself in an unsettling situation as your family eagerly awaits, and to your dismay, you are the designated individual tasked with the responsibility of opening the door. You two are such good friends, aren’t you? We wouldn’t want to get in the way of your bonding time.

You want to say he is lying, to tell them everything, every threat he has told you, him meaning them or otherwise. But as soon as they know of what Chrollo really and truly is, they will meet a painful end; that being pushed onto train tracks, their drink being laced with a poison that destroys the body from the inside out, or having nails thrusted into their bloody palms as they hang on their bedroom wall as you look in horror. Elton, Anya, and Robert all being examples of such… You don’t want to think of the bodies just waiting to rot around the Riverbend, your fault or otherwise.

You also don’t want to drown in this river. A river inhospitable to any aquatic life whatsoever, and only harbors a barrier of carnivorous plants that eat those who dare come close. Butterworts, large lilac purple ones that feel like they have been dipped in the most tempting butter mixed with forbidden fruit and honey produced by none other than the queen bee herself. Are you the fly, or are they? You have no idea, and you don’t want to find out.

“Hello.” Your response is concise and devoid of warmth, with a noticeable absence of your usual cheerful demeanor evident in your expression and tone.

Chrollo's smile is so sinister that even the most depraved devil's grin would pale in comparison, with all the large gift bags behind him swinging like a tail.

“Ah, [First]. Happy holidays. No need to be so cold, you know. The snow is already doing that for you. So-”

Despite your strong desire to slam the door in his face, you choose to step aside and allow him entry, in an attempt to silence him.

“Put the gifts by the tree by the kitchen table. The white table and not the black one.”

However, rather than fulfilling your expectations, all he does is elicit a burst of laughter so unique that it resonates within you, while discreetly handing over the most colossal gift bag, compelling you to accept it as if under some intangible force.

“Just a little something. I know it’s customary to wait until later but… I simply can’t help myself. Open it whenever you get the chance, dearest.”

…He means right now, in your room, doesn’t he? Perhaps he installed a camera in your room as you slept, he has certainly threatened to do that before. Or maybe he will just spy on you through the little space between the door and the frame. He has done that before, after all. 

…

You resisted the urge to scream when you saw a picture of your mother sleeping blissfully, the camera focused on her ring finger with the caption Should I take another souvenir? written on it, but the card, as beautiful as it appeared with a lace envelope and your name written in script on the card’s cover above Chrollo’s, proved to be even more of a challenge. When you read the words on it, your heart plunges so deeply that you fear your gastric acid will erode it.

Save your tears. For even if you cry to the whole world, it will never be enough to make me disappear. Meet me outside in five minutes, and make whatever excuse you deem necessary. No exceptions.

As you begin to read further, a wave of fragrant and delicate floral scents envelops your senses, instantly igniting a warm sensation in your head, leaving no time for contemplation.

Trying to ignore your slight dizziness, you read the rest of the card.

Just a little something to make sure you do this. We wouldn’t want your family to see you in… what state you are about to be in, do we?

…Just what did he do to you?

iii. “With the burden of wintertime ending, nature spends time creating beautiful trees and flowers. To accompany them, she makes twisted vines and weeds, for she knows that without them there cannot be balance or purpose in being comfortably numb.”

You were on your back, on his bed, within what felt like one second, not remembering the car ride over to his place, your wrists pinned beneath the strength of one of Chrollo's hands while he looked down at you within another, his other undoing the tie of the bandana on his forehead and showing you, for the very first time, of the cross tattoo underneath it.

All you can do is watch your whole world slow down and be replaced by a dream.

A blissful and sweet dream, as sugary as saccharine and as dissolvable as cotton candy, that is a veil and covers your eyes from what is happening; until it is too late, until you feel some of his fingers go into the band of your skirt and start pulling and pulling, downward, and that is when terror went to combat with your unwanted lust.

“...What… are… you… doing…? Chroooooo…” Your words slur as your mind buzzes with euphoria, and you can feel every sensation in vivid detail, every touch and every breath feeling heightening and intoxicating. As much as you want to, you can’t tell him to stop, not now.

“Shh, it’s what you want, isn’t it?” At least that is what you think he said, because as Chrollo spoke, you struggled to decipher his words amidst the haze that enveloped your mind. Reality fragments, leaving you unable to muster the strength to plead for him to cease. “It will feel oh so very good, I promise. Very, very nice and very, very good.” With that, you come to realize the wetness between your rubbing thighs, amidst the cloudiness and the larger-than-life headache that rips your skull apart. “Do you trust me?” The voice sounds almost heartfelt, not as intimate as it could be, but it was still more than enough for your hands to cling to him and pull him in closer, faster, so he could relieve you of this hell. “I will assume that that is a yes.” His hands move to the two buttons on your blouse, undoing them with ease, softly, gently, like it was a baby bird. 

“Faster… faster…!” You feel like a man who hasn’t seen water on any day of their life, and if you lose the location of the oasis you are sure to never find it again. 

Like a man lost in the desert, you choke on imaginary quicksand, soon to drown if water does not save you.

“Aw, such a precious little thing, aren’t you?” You are gently flipped over in an instant and he unbuckles your bra, quickly. 

“If you love me… really love me… make me feel better… please.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” He flips you over again and his fingers lower to your panties, pulling them down from your trembling legs, just like he did with your skirt. “You trust me after all, don’t you?”

You cry out yes after utterly desperate yes, as he watches, his smile getting wider as he starts undoing his belt. He puts a finger on your lips after he has heard enough, shushing you gently.   

“Then trust me when I say that this, my dear, is for your own good.”

Beneath the surface, whether it be shallow or not, you have no desire to comprehend his intentions.

You don’t want to know. You just want this to go away.

iv. “Through discoveries, there is a hint of madness that enters our minds. Only then can we see our world’s colors change from squid ink and bone to begonias and finches.”

Chrollo undoes his belt, then his pants, and then his boxers. You focus on his face to ignore what is currently nearly touching the side of the mattress by a hair or two, hard and enlarged and slightly pink and-

He takes off his shirt button after button, much, much, much slower than how he took off the rest of his clothing. There exists a deep-seated anger within you, yet it is accompanied by a sense of gratitude, as both you and he are aware of your mutual aversion towards this situation.

Despite both of you being aware that this is not your desired outcome, he still kisses you, gently, full of warmth, and tenderly. What you truly desire is to satisfy the ache within you. But he won’t give it to you yet, will he?

Time seems to drag on as his kisses get faster, and more hungry, with his tongue essentially becoming another of your muscles, wet, and neither wanted nor unwanted. 

Eventually, you get what you want, after enough begging for him to just get it over with. At the beginning, there is a gentle caress resembling a warm and velvety rose petal. However, as time progresses, the touch becomes increasingly forceful until his fingers enter. But it does not hurt. Should you be thankful for that? At least he is being nice.

He starts thrusting, and that also does not hurt. No soreness. You won't feel any discomfort until your eyes meet, causing a sensation that almost makes you want to throw up, were it not for the illicit satisfaction this dreadful encounter brings. It's a peculiar kind of pain, one that lingers like a ghost stealthily gliding through walls, catching you off guard before you can comprehend its presence.

Nothing hurts, and that in of itself gives you the most pain anyone could imagine. 

v. “Heat lightning gives way to summer storms and verdant wind. This makes for a hauntingly beautiful melody of ripples and thunder.”

“…And this maiden, she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.”

vi. “The dead, fallen leaves of autumn come in many shades from bright red to a dull brown. They flow with the wind from one place to the next as invitations from those who passed on to the living.”

[hauntingkiki]

HIII!!! can i request venture wedding hcs? how would their wedding be like with reader? How would they feel while getting ready?

IM CRYINGGG OMGG

SOMEONE PLEASE REQUEST A WEDDING ONESHOT SO I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT🙏🏻

Venture x Reader Wedding Headcanons

OverWatch

2nd POV

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- let’s just start this off by saying; BABY IS STRESSING OUTTT!!

- they’re about to marry their best friend. YOU! the most BEAUTIFUL GIRL/PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD

- when they’re changing into their suit/with their groomsmen (a few guy colleagues and some of their guy family members) sloan is getting pep talks and words of encouragement from everyone in that room. not a single bad vibe is in the room!

- wedding theme!: whatever you want it to be. a classic, white wedding? you got it! gothic/vampire? hell yeah!

- ^ but! with your choice of theme; sloan also has some huge crystals (that match the theme ofc) that they’ve gotten from expeditions for table decoration!

- the location was kinda on sloan, they picked where they wanted to have the wedding BUT! they made sure YOU were okay with it before making it the finalized decision. if you didn’t like the location, don’t worry! they have like A MILLION MORE

- everyone in both of your families helped pay for the wedding (if needed), like your parents paid for your dress/suit and sloan’s parents paid for their suit

- when they were at the alter, they were sooo nervous, their hands playing with the rings on their fingers and the bracelets that were around their wrists to calm their nerves

- but when you walked down the isle with your father/father figure, all their nerves just melted away.

- you looked so GOOD in their eyes! their heart was racing, their eyes got watery, their face got hot (they cried) (you did too)

- your vows were pretty standard (if there’s spanish vows then yall did that too!)

- but when yall had your first kiss; you know this sucker dipped you into the kiss, twirling you like in those cheesy romance movies (LIKE IN TANGLED AT THE END)

- and now the reception.

- for the food a verity of sloan’s family meals and your family meals, most of them being hand made to avoid a lot of cost

- alcohol/champagne obviously. all the adults are either drunk asf or tipsy (if you have family who smokes/does drugs, it’s totally up to you if you want that in your environment!! i will not be saying anything about that because it’s very different for everyone)

- the younger kids who can’t drink get something fizzy! like apple cider or something!

- father daughter/mother son dance to whatever song you’d like:)

- sloan did a mother-child(son) dance to songbird by fleetwood mac OR mi cariñito by pepe aguilar

- first dance! sloan could not stop smiling like a fucking idiot, they were SO IN LOVEEE

- you both shed a few tears during the dance (and through the night)

- you two slow danced to (options because i can’t pick)

i only have i eyes for by the flamingos

unchained melody by elvis presley

here, there and everywhere by the beatles

bring it on home to me by sam cooke

amor eterno by rocío dúrcal

- everyone was BAWLING THEIR EYES OUT

- then the music played for the dance floor and it was some great songs! like;

september, earth wind and fire

i wanna dance with somebody, whitney houston

how sweet it is, james taylor

something stupid, frank n nancy sinatra

crazy in love, beyoncé

uptown girl, billy joel

rude, magic!

every little thing she does is magic, the police

and obviously some other songs!

- (FOR THE GIRLS/PEOPLE WEARING DRESSES) yall know the garter toss? where the groom goes under the brides dress to get it off all ‘sexy’ with the most embarrassing song on the planet while your family watched?

- yeah. yall did that.

- obviously with no littles present (14 and younger went somewhere else while this was happening)

- the song? pick your poison

get low, lil jon & the east side boyz

yeah!, usher

earned it, the weekend

let’s get it on, marvin gaye

grind with me, pretty ricky



- ^ COMPLETELY RANDOM, I WAS LOOKING FOR SONGS FOR THE GARTER TOSS AND THE PINK PANTHER THEME STARTED PLAYING…AND WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS BY QUEEN I CANT

- sloan definitely used their teeth to take it off, probably also got a little carried away too; kissing your legs and running their hands up and down before snapping back to reality when their mother literally SCREAMED at them for being under your dress for almost 5 minutes

- after the wedding, the two of you got to your hotel/air bnb and just relaxed, got out of your fancy outfits, took makeup off, showered (together LMAO) and just got comfy!

- you both just kind of talked about the night and what you wanted in the future and other things:)

- let’s just say you two didn’t get a lot of sleep afterwards😳

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did i just write this all in one sitting? yes. yes i did.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE I LOVED IT!!

would you guys be interested if i made a wedding playlist for the (hypothetical) oneshot?😳

[xo-zozo]

could you do grayson angst, like whatever, just grayson, please? :D

yes ofc!! ik everyone is excited for this one so i’m making longer just for the grayson stan’s (even though im not one of them) this is kinda just gonna be a mix of everything because why not

| tags: @nqds @lxvebelle @reminiscentreader @sophiesonlinediary @urbanflorals @annamatix

he was like one of the only babies that alisa ever liked so she would always try and take care of him when he was younger

i feel like this would also mean that they’re kinda close when they got older (like a aunt and nephew kinda relationship)

once xander pranked grayson and somehow died his hair green and it was there for a few months

he was elvis for halloween once and it actually looked good

he had a therapist when he was like 15 (nash forced him) and grayson HATED it so he never went back

even though we all know that he needs it

when he was around 4 he would diy all of his families christmas gifts

he’s a night owl and he stays up late reading

this applies to his brothers too but he would absolutely EAT up the passport photos and stuff

he was always the one trying to coordinate family photos even when he was really little (because he’s just like that

believe it or not, he actually has street style and he dosen't just wear suits all off the time

he thoroughly enjoys thanksgiving (not just because of the food but because it’s the only time his family settles down for a few hours)

because (i personally think) he can cook, him and libby occasionally team up with the chefs to make dinner

when he smiles (which is like never honestly) it’s actually really pretty

PROUD of his watch collection (and the pen collection ofc)

one of the only people in the world who reads the newspaper every morning and enjoys it

he taught jameson how to swim when they were little because none of the teachers could get jameson to do it right

picked up a bunch of weird hobbies when he was younger

actually had a big friend group in middle school before he got all angsty

listens to podcasts to fall asleep because he’s weird like that

occasionally will send his brothers a really nice text about how he loves them and they always make sure to check on him but it’s usually because he just wants to

[sissylittlefeather]

Introducing:

Vivian Choquette

A new OC for the upcoming fic Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming.

Headcannons:

- Born in 1940, she's 19 when she meets Elvis

- Her mother, Delphine, was French and she never knew her father. Her mother was a dancer and she married Vivian's stepfather, Roland Everett, an American officer, during WWII in 1945. Delphine passed away when Vivian was 14. Now, she lives with her stepfather where he's stationed in Germany.

- She speaks English and French fluently and knows how to communicate in German fairly well.

- She smokes, drinks, and cusses like a sailor, but there's an elegance and grace to her that seems to make everyone forget how crude she can be.

- She writes poetry in English and French and is obsessed with reading, specifically literary criticism, philosophy, poetry, and classic literature.

- She's also an actress, a singer, and plays the piano.

- Her aesthetic is romantic academia and her favorite colors are light pink and mint green.

- Her birthday is February 26th, making her a Pisces.

- She's an outgoing introvert, meaning she loves to work the room at a party, but she also needs time alone to recover from the interaction.

- Her first love was a boy in high school who wrote poetry and played the violin. He promised to marry her, took her virginity, and then disappeared.

- She's a hopeless romantic who is obsessed with all things related to love and the beauty of human connection. She thinks people are poetry and nature is spiritual.

- Her hair is dark brown, her eyes are deep blue, and she's 5'2" tall. Her build is petite and slender and her hands and feet are small and almost fairy-like.

- Despite her French blood, she prefers American food. Still, she herself cannot cook to save her life. She's been known to burn toast and struggle with boiling eggs.

- The other thing she cannot do is any kind of visual art. She can't paint, draw, or sculpt and finds it infinitely frustrating.

- She has a quick, short temper and will explode easily and then forget why she was mad ten minutes later. She also has a sense of melancholy about her and when she's in a mood can spend hours weeping over a sad song or poem.

- She loves music, but her exposure is fairly limited to classical and pop. Her favorite music is her mother's collection of Claude Debussy, specifically Clair de Lune and La Cathédrale Engloutie.

- All in all, she's like a summer thunderstorm, beautiful, chaotic, calming, and poetic all wrapped into one.

******

Stay tuned to meet her as Elvis does

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Taglist:

@ccab @aliypop @your-nanas-house @rjmartin11 @elvisfatass @tacozebra051

Let me know if you want to be tagged in her fic!

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 6 - Heart and Soul

Writing Prompt: “I don’t want to think about that.”

Content: Elvis in fall of 1973, smut (lighter than usual maybe?), slight angst, lots of fluff, 18+

Thank you to everyone who’s liked, shared, and commented on this series. I appreciate you all! Link to series page is at the bottom. 😘

Ruby’s eyes fluttered open as she felt something firm prodding into her from behind.  It took a second for her to process that Elvis was actually here in her home, snuggled up behind her in bed.  They were in a spoon position with Elvis’ arm wrapped around her, holding her close to him.  She realized that, although he was snoring gently, the prodding was his firm member pressed up against her. She smiled at how good and natural it felt to have him so close to her, in her bed, holding her tightly as he slept.  She didn’t want to think about how empty it would feel when he had to leave.  She reached her arm back and gently ran her fingers through his thick dark hair.  

“Mmm, baby, you made me sleep so good,” Elvis murmured in her ear.  “Well, someone definitely got a lot of rest,” she whispered back, wiggling slightly so she could rub up against his manhood, feeling him pulse from the attention.  Elvis let out a low groan and smiled into the back of Ruby’s neck.  He moved his hands up her thighs and underneath her short nightgown. “C-c-can I…” he trailed off, suddenly feeling a little bashful for some reason.  Ruby turned her head slightly to look at him and nodded.  “You can do whatever you want, baby,” she said softly, smiling at him.  “I belong to you.”  Elvis blushed slightly as he tugged her panties down, noticing they already had a wet spot. “You sure know how to make a man feel good.”  “Hmm, who’s turning red now?” Ruby teased.  “Hush woman,” Elvis chuckled. “I jus don’ get to wake up to this all the time.” He pulled his pajama pants down just enough to free himself and used one strong hand to lift her leg slightly so he could slide into her from behind.  Ruby let out a soft moan as he pushed up into her core, causing her to stretch around him.  Even though she couldn’t quite reach her peak before Elvis filled her up with his warm eruption, the intimacy of the position and the feel of his soft body pushing up against hers as he cupped her breasts made her heart swell.  “‘M sorry, baby,” Elvis said softly behind her as he slowly pulled out.  She could tell he felt a bit embarrassed when he finished early.  Turning to look at him, she cupped his face in her hands and stroked his cheek.  “You never have to feel sorry, Elvis, I love being with you.  Always.”  “L-l-let me t-t-take care of ya still,” he murmured, walking his fingers down her abdomen to where his pleasure was leaking out of her. Ruby looked back at him as his skilled fingers made her body sing, and the look of contentment on Elvis’ face as he watched her come undone was the most beautiful sight.

Elvis came out of the bathroom after showering to find that Ruby had cooked him a big breakfast of bacon and eggs.  “Burnt, right?” she asked with a grin.  “Ya know me too well,” Elvis chuckled.  “What time does Ella get home?” he asked as he scarfed down his food.  “She should be back from school around 3:30.  I do have some sewing work I need to do before then,” Ruby explained.  “That’s fine, baby, I have some phone calls I gotta make anyway.  Business stuff,” he said.  “I’ll come find ya when I’m done.”  

After an hour of sewing, Ruby came out to the kitchen for some water and could hear Elvis on the phone in the living room.  “Naw, I don’ care ‘bout any of that.  Boy, I’m tellin’ ya, this is special.  I need ta be here right now.”  Ruby smiled and tiptoed back to the sewing room so Elvis wouldn’t think she was eavesdropping.  She had just finished up the dress she was working on when Ella came in the front door.  She looked at Ruby questioningly when she saw Elvis was still there, but she didn’t say anything about it. 

Instead she turned to Elvis.  “Mr. Presley, I mean Elvis, could you sing for us?”  Ruby laughed nervously and said, “Oh, Ella, he doesn’t want to have to perform in his time off.”  “Naw, that’s okay honey, I love ta sing for fun.  Any requests?”  “Could you sing the sad one from your Aloha special?  It was so pretty,” Ella asked hopefully.  “The sad one, huh?”  Elvis chuckled a little at that.  “Okay, anything for you dear,” he gave Ella a smile.  “Oh wait, let me get my new cassette recorder!”  Ella dashed off to her bedroom and came back with a fancy-looking gadget.  Elvis launched into a beautiful rendition of “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry,” causing Ruby to wipe some tears from her eyes by the end. Elvis seemed pleased with how moved she was.

After finishing the song, Elvis looked closer at Ella’s cassette recorder.  “Wow, that’s some fancy gizmo ya got there,” he said appreciatively.  “It was a gift from my dad when I saw him this summer,” Ella announced proudly.  Almost immediately, Ruby could feel the positive energy sucked out of the room.  Elvis could barely hide the look of irritation on his face at the mention of her ex-husband.  Worrying that Ella would pick up on the change in atmosphere, Ruby suggested she go to her room and get her homework done.  With only a slight amount of grumbling, Ella cooperated.

“What happened?  What’s wrong?” Ruby asked once Ella was out of earshot.  “Nothin’,” Elvis said tersely.  “I can tell plain as day that something is upsetting you.  Why don’t we just talk about it?” Ruby asked, starting to feel slightly irritated herself.  “I-I-I don’ wanna t-t-talk ‘bout it,” Elvis stuttered out, growing increasingly agitated.  “Th-th-the thought of you with another man, I j-j-just, I can’t, I don’t wanna think about that.”  Ruby could see he was becoming a bit irrational and tried to stay calm herself.  “Elvis, you knew I was married before.  Why are you bothered all of a sudden?”  “I know, but I-I-I jus’ don’ wanna be reminded of it.  I want ta think ya were made for me,” Elvis said, his demeanor softening a little bit.  “Oh, Elvis, I was made for you.  That’s why we found each other again, right?”  Ruby reached out for his hand.  “W-w-well, the thought of you with another man, it just, I just wonder, what if…” Elvis trailed off, looking flushed.  “What if what?” Ruby asked gently, seeing how hard it was for him to be this vulnerable.  “W-w-what if he, I mean maybe he didn’t ever, um, f-f-finish early.”  Elvis’ voice was a whisper by the end, his eyes on the ground.

Ruby squeezed Elvis’ hand tightly.  “Elvis, look at me,” she instructed softly.  He nervously raised his eyes to meet hers.  “My ex-husband did not care about making me feel good at all.  My pleasure was not important to him,” Ruby’s voice dropped, her face flushing.  “No one could satisfy me like you do.  I can tell how important it is to you to make me feel good, and I’ve never had that before.”  Elvis still looked concerned.  “B-b-but what about the times I haven’t, I mean, what if I can’t get you there?”  he mumbled, his face still red.  “A-a-and sometimes I can’t even, I mean, I might be tired.  And I have medications I need to take that sometimes make it difficult to, y’know…I just can’t live up to everyone’s fantasy,” he blurted, the truth of what was bothering him now tumbling out in the open. “Elvis, it’s okay,” Ruby interjected.  “We don’t need to do that all the time. My fantasy is just you - Elvis, the human being. It satisfies me just to be with you.  I wish you could understand how special you are to me.”  

Elvis swallowed and looked into Ruby’s eyes.  “How special am I?” he said, a smile beginning to spread across his face at last.  “Well, let me tell you what satisfies me the most about being with you,” Ruby said with a smile of her own.  She reached up and pressed her hand over his heart.  She could feel it beating steadily under her palm.  “Feeling your heart beat is the most soothing thing I’ve experienced.  It makes me feel like maybe everything will be okay,” she whispered, blushing as Elvis’ eyes searched her face.  “To paraphrase a very wise person, it makes me feel like I must be doing something right to earn this feeling from you.”  Elvis smiled as he recognized his words from all those years ago.  “Sweet red Ruby, I think we both did something right to find each other again.”  He pulled her close into a hug, cradling the back of her neck with his hand.  “Ruby, I love ya so much,” his breath tickled her ear as she buried her face in his warm chest.  “I love you too, Elvis,” she cooed, glad that he was able to open up to her.  

“So, Elvis, how long are you staying?”  Ella asked over a dinner of fried chicken and mashed potatoes.  Ruby coughed a little bit, feeling anxious to hear the answer to the question she was too afraid to ask herself, although it had been weighing on her mind all day.  “I-I-I don’ rightly know, dear,” Elvis answered.  “I do need to take care of some things back home, but m-m-maybe y’all could visit me there sometime.”  Ella’s face lit up.  “I would love that!  I’ve never been to Memphis,” she squealed with delight.  “Can we go, mom?”  A small smile played across Ruby’s lips at the thought of staying with Elvis in his beautiful home.  “We’ll see,” she said, her eyes twinkling. 

After tucking Ella in for the night, Elvis and Ruby settled into bed next to each other.  “What happens to us when you have to go back home?”  Ruby asked quietly, not really wanting to think about it.  “W-w-well, I’ve been thinkin’ bout it, Ruby, and I’d like for ya to come live with me.”  Ruby looked up in surprise.  “Live with you?” she repeated incredulously.  “Not just visit?”  Elvis cleared his throat nervously.  “You don’t have to answer right now, honey, I know it’s a lot ta think about.  But I jus’ know I love you and I want ya with me.  We’ll figure it all out, okay?”  He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.   

“What do ya wanna do while I’m still here?” he asked mischievously, running his finger up one arm, over her collarbone, and down the other arm, sending a shiver down her spine.  Thinking of their earlier conversation and Elvis admitting his insecurities to her, Ruby smiled and thought of the perfect thing she wanted to do.  “Would you read to me?” she asked.  Elvis looked a little surprised, but his face lit up.  “I did happen to bring one of my favorite books,” he said, reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing The Prophet.  As he opened the book to read, Ruby leaned her head against his chest, feeling the hairs that escaped out of his open collar brushing against her cheek.  She fell sound asleep to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat and the melodious timbre of his voice, feeling the deepest satisfaction she had ever known.  

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[thatbanditqueen]

Basic Training

I Don't Date Soldiers

A new fic, possibly a new WIP, about Elvis' life at Fort Hood. Let me know what you think.

Summary: Bess is a smart, young secretary working for the Commander of Army Intelligence training at Fort Hood, dreaming of a life beyond the military one she has always known. That's why she doesn't date soldiers, they only break your heart, and she is looking ahead to something better. One Friday night in March, she stumbles in to the new draftee who's turned the base upside down, and in a moment of weakness, decides to try and help him sleep. Just this once.

Warnings: None, fluffy and angst combined, but innocent. For now. There are a lot of typos.

Word Count: 4.8 K

Some notes: Probably good to know the acronyms, every Army base has a chain of command, and at the top sit the Commanding Officer (CO), the Executive Officer (XO), and a bunch of other officers, of different rank denoted by their ascending O rank, from 1 to 10. WAC - Women's Army Corps, established in WWII, their was a sizeable WAC presence at Fort Hood in 1958. Oh, and Killeen is the closest city to Fort Hood and Austin, TX is about an hour away. Also I really wanted this to take place on a Friday night, but also have had Elvis at the base for two nights, so I gave myself creative license to make March 30, 1958 a Friday. Just don't look it up and we'll be fine.

This fic was inspired by the writing prompt:

Many thanks to my beautiful sister-wives-in-arms whose advice support and love make being an Elvis girl possible and fun, @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @from-memphis-with-love @ellie-24 @powerofelvis @missmaywemeetagain and @whositmcwhatsit, from whom I have stolen her trademarked description of Elvis' awkward manner of kissing half on the cheek half on the lips like a goofy weirdo who was never taught how to kiss right so he decided to make up his own style. And thanks for reading and connecting with me here, the Elvis fandom is the best and I love our community!

Friday, March 30, 1958

9 p.m. at Sal's Cafe

Bess pushed her veal marsala from one side of her plate to the other, feeling the vibrations of her fork scrape across the bottom of the plate. The place checked off all the requisite Italian restaurant requirements: checkered table cloth, candle in an old wine bottle, violin player sawing away at a classical reinterpretation of “That’s Amore.” But the brown sauce, and the meat it was congealing around, was inedible. It was the sort of food that begged the question “why not stay in and cook at home?”

“I said, don’t you think, Bess honey? You follow that stuff, dontcha?”

Bess looked up at her friend Dori’s face, realizing she had drifted off daydreaming of a future far away from Killeen, away from her job at Fort Hood, away from the Army, away from officers, like the ones sitting across from them. Away from soldiers in general.

“What, Khrushchev? Well, I think we all knew he wasn’t going to take the threat laying down.”

Dori hit Bess' shoulder lightly, smiling at their dates, two officers from Army Intelligence.

“No, y’all will havta excuse my friend here, she still thinks she’s studying political science in Austin. You’d think a year of civilian life would make her normal again, huh?”

Dori flipped her blonde hair and drawled on.

“No, silly goose, no one here is interested in that Russian stuff, we’re talking about Mike Todd. What do you think poor Elizabeth Taylor is going to do now that her husband's dead?”

Bess tried very hard not to roll her eyes. Dori was right, she read the movie gossip magazines, but her friend’s distraught, serious expression had made her think they were discussing something with a little more gravitas. The recent atomic weapons testing, or Russian political shifts, the stuff at the top of her New York Times front page everyday. But why would any one in the Army want to talk about that?

Bess smiled at her date and tried to focus on the conversation at hand. Later in the bathroom, Dori chided her while applying a fresh coat of lipstick onto Bess’ mouth.

“I wish you would try to be polite.”

“Dori, you know I am breaking my rule here with you. I don’t date soldiers. I have two goals I'm focusing on: get into law school and shake off these twenty pounds. ”

Bess rubbed her hands over her waist.

“Rules were made to be broken, Bessie Pie, and you look great, men like a girl with a jiggle, I think you look like a brunette Jayne Mansfield.”

“Hardly. You’re Mansfield and Monroe rolled into one.”

“Don't sell yourself short. I know you were fixin' to marry that boy last year, and now all you talk about is law school this, politics that. Don’t you wanna get married? We're not getting any younger.”

“I’m twenty three. Same as you.”

“Eggg zactly. Sure, it seems young now, but you're gonna blink and be thirty and single, with nothing but your degrees to keep you company. You already have a good job now. I just know you’d set this law school thing aside if you met the right guy.”

“Of course I wanna get married, someday. But not now. You’re the one in a hurry to quit your job and settle down, not me.”

“I don’t have a job.”

“See, you’re half way there, Doreen. Me, I’m not giving up my goals for Captain Smarmy out there. How did you even meet these ones?”

Dori steadied her self on Bess’ shoulder.

“Stop moving, or this lipstick won’t be straight. I met them outside the PX, I thought they were cute. Arnie knew who you were, he was the one who suggested we all go out. He really likes you, I can tell - “

“Yeah, he was just in my pop's office lobbying for an assignment, he doesn’t like me. He is using me.  There’s a difference, I shouldn’t have to tell you that.”

“So what if he was? Maybe he saw you there and couldn’t get you out of his mind. He’s good looking, smart, he’s already an O3 —”

Bess stopped her friend’s hand, and fixed her hair in the mirror, pushing up her bust and sighing at the rounder curves that had been widening at her waist since she’d graduated from college and settled into a very sedentary, very single, and currently very celibate life living back at home and working for her father. She turned to look at Dori who was waiting to blot Bess' lips with a tissue like the sweet girl she always had been. For Dori, a fresh coat of perfectly applied lipstick fixed all of life’s problems.

“Look, Captain whatever out there is only here for six months or so for training, then he's off to Heidelberg. That’s why I don’t date soldiers anymore. I’ve learned from my mistakes. I’m waiting for you to catch up.”

Bess gave her dark curls one last fluff.

“How’d you get these suckers to come out on a double date anyway? They aren’t scared of your father?”

Dori avoided eye contact as she smoothed her blonde bouffant and pursed her lips, then looked at Bess in the mirror.

“They don’t know.”

“How do they not know your father is the CO?”

Dori shrugged, then pinched Bess as they walked out of the ladies’ room.

“Don’t tell, ok? Let’s just have fun. What if you fall madly in Arnie? And he asked you to marry him and go to Germany with him?”

Bess snorted as they walked out to the men waiting for them in the restaurant lobby and Dori's eyes took on a knowing look.

“Hmm, so that’s big fat ol ‘no’ to dancing tonight, I’m guessin’?”

Bess nodded.

“Please at least tell me you aren’t going home to work on that boring research project?”

Bess smiled mischievously. “Professor Blotke agreed to help me, it’s going to be my submission sample for Georgetown. Papa took Mama to D.C. with him for his meetings, so I have the house practically to myself. It's just Kay and me, and she’s probably already asleep. I just have to grab a new typewriter back on post, I busted mine.”

Dori shook her disapproving of Bess’ plans for the night, then turned to greet their escorts with her usual vivacious pleasantries. Bess smiled at Dori's ability to interact with the men so casually and intimately, sliding her hands through both of officer's arms as they walked to the car. She considered how different she was from her girlfriend, despite the fact that they were both twenty three year old daughters of career Army officers. Every relationship she'd been in seemed to occur in spite of her inability to feel at ease or flirt with boys.

The conversation turned to recent events at Fort Hood as they walked.

“So,” Dori exhaled, squeezing herself against her date. “Has anyone seen Elvis yet?”

Bess pounded her foot a little harder into the concrete, hearing that name now provoked instant irritation.

“Ughh, no. It’s only been what, three days, and honestly I wish he’d been sent somewhere else for training. All I do is answer calls about him. It is driving me up the wall and I can’t get anything done. He’s turned the whole base upside down. Must have been a hundred cars parked outside the main gate, all scattered around the fields. It’s a security issue. I just —"

“Well, that’s not his fault Bess, and I think it's great. I wanna to meet him, don’t y’all?” Dori looked at the officers on her arms.

Arnie smiled a big dumb smile as he looked at Dori’s bouncing breasts and agreed. “I think it’s good for the Army, boy, I just - I just wish we could get the other enlisted to lay off him.”

“What do you mean?”

Bess felt the pit of her stomach tense as she thought of the thousands of green little boys running around base on edge with no external distractions for entertainment.

“Yeah, the boys’ have been giving him a hard time, shouting out when he runs during PT, or at the chow hall. There’s some concern he hasn’t been coming to eat all his meals cuz a the way they’ve been taunting him.”

Bess sighed, her irritation dissipating momentarily into sympathy as she considered how hungry and lonely Elvis Presley must be. Then she remembered that she was hungry, hungry because all the good restaurants had been filled up tonight by people trying to catch a glimpse of him. Elvis was the reason the only benefit from breaking her vow against dating a soldier, the free meal, had been a bust. She wondered if it was going to be this crazy around town for the next six months while he was here.

“I feel sorry for the poor kid, I do. But I still wish he was some other base’s problem.”

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Back on post, Arnie asked Bess for the fourth time if she wouldn’t like him to come help her carry the typewriter to her car. Then they could meet the others at the night club.

Beth pursed her lips with a demure smile.  “I think I can handle a typewriter, Captain, I use them all day.”

Dori chimed in with a reminder that it was Friday night and they were only young once, but Bess put them off, grinning as she heard Dori exclaim that both men would just have to dance with her all night.

“Two gorgeous officers all to myself,  what eva shall I do?”

Free at last, Bess drove her car to the supply building, and snuck in the back door carrying the type writer that she had been using at home, the big sticker along the bottom reading “Property of U.S. Army” evident as she held the machine under her arm to unlock the door. Bess slipped off her heels at the door so that they didn’t click down the dark hallways, and she easily scurried in to slip the broken machine into the repair center and help herself to a new model, grabbing a few spools of typewriter ribbon and a package of paper on the way out. Balancing everything as she locked up to leave,  Bess smiled at the cool air on her sweaty arm pits and laughed to herself for pulling this stealth operation in a tight green cocktail dress and pumps.

“A better use of this outfit anyway, I’d say.” She muttered to herself, sheathing her right foot back into her white heel with a sense of pride that she’d managed to get in, get the new machine, and would probably be home before 11 p.m. Bess had propped her self up against the building to slip her left foot into the other shoe when she heard a voice behind her call out.

“Uh, hey, need any help there?”

Startled, she almost toppled over, catching herself at the last moment by dropping everything in her hands.

“OWW fuck fuck fuck a duck!

She screamed in pain as the typewriter clanged down on her bare left foot and she almost knocked heads with the tall, gangly soldier who squatted down on front of her at the same time to try and help her retrieve her supplies.

"Oh man, I sure am sorry, listen -"

“At ease, uh Private,” she glanced briefly at the rank on his uniform while straightening up, holding her foot in pain and taking in the view below her. The paper knob at the top of the new machine had broken off completely.

“Fuck, this is what I get, I suppose,” she laughed, looking up find herself across from the shy, inquisitive face of Elvis Presley.

“Oh fuck a duuuuuck.”

Bess forgot about the typewriter, the paper spilled everywhere, the throbbing pain in the left foot she was now holding up and cradling. She didn’t even notice how she was exposing her thighs until she rubbed her foot again and dropped it with a thud, realizing she was about to flash Elvis Presley. He seemed to realize it too, and smirked as he turned his face to look away as some sort of attempt to give her privacy while she smoothed her dress down. Bess did this while clumsily trying to balance between one heeled foot and one bare foot.

Elvis found it very hard to stifle his chuckles as he watched her stiffen, and held out his hand to put her at ease.

“Uh, hey there ma’am, I’m Elvis, Elvis Presley.”

Bess shifted and smiled awkwardly, wiping her dirty, sweaty hands on her silk dress and extending her right hand out to shake his. The the same right hand, that had, moments ago, been rubbing her smelly, left foot. Honestly, it seemed like the most polite option, since she decided to act as if the last five minutes hadn’t happened. As if  sneaking out of the supply building past 10 p.m. on a Friday night with her arms full of government office supplies was perfectly normal.

“Bess Schwartz, I’m, uh, I work in the Front Office here. I’m, I’m, I'm the secretary for the Army Intelligence Commander.”

She gasped when Elvis took her hand, the hand cover in her foot sweat, and squeezed it warmly, bringing it to his lips for a chaste kiss.

“Nice ta, uh, meetcha. Imma sorry, uh, for startlin’ ya Miss Schwartz, ma’am.”

Bess shivered in the darkness as she heard herself whisper for him to call her Bess almost incoherently while she watched Elvis drop down in front of her and fit her other white pump over her left foot. She tried to remember how to breath. It was hard.  Hard because she was struggling to subdue  her visceral reaction to Elvis' thumb as it slowly smoothed over the top of her foot, which made it harder still to recover from the embarrassment of getting caught stealing a typewriter. By the most famous person in the world. Bess shut her eyes in disbelief that this was actually happening, and was disappointed when she lifted her eyelids to find that it actually was happening and Elvis was still there. He met her eyes, his finger delicately stroking her ankle.

“There, now, honey, you think you can walk?”

She pulled her leg back and nodded as she scanned the parking lot, the road along and other buildings behind it.

“Mhmm. Thank you, Private. Say, what are you doing stalking around the base right now? Lights out is at 9.”

Elvis bit his lip, looking at the ground as he stood.

“Can’t sleep.”

Bess arched her eyebrow as she started to bend, but Elvis put his hand up to stop her and stooped to gather the paper. He crushed it under his arm as he grabbed the typewriter and ink ribbons, talking slowly and deliberately.

“Well, my first night some jokers went an put shaving cream in my shoes, I ‘spose it gave em a good laugh to watch me run around like a damn fool getting ready for inspection. An well, I ain’t been able to sleep since, can’t bare to, uh, to uh - ”

His voice trailed off, but Bess knew what he meant. He was afraid of looking like poor sport or tattle tale if he complained, and a coward if he just took it. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed the bags under his eyes, calculating he must be going on 40 hours without much sleep. Or much food either, if her date was to be believed. Men. Boys, more like. Little boys amusing them selves by torturing this poor kid. This, tall, lanky, kid, who hovered above her and whose large hands made her typewriter ribbon look like a checker piece.

“Yeah, uh, they’re just scared they won’t be able to get any tail now that your here.” She smiled as best she could under the pressure of trying to talk with Elvis smoldering, lonely boy eyes piercing through her.

Bess looked at a passing car just so she could collect herself, then back at Elvis, thinking of the crowds of women lining the gates.

“The men should be thanking you, we haven’t seen this many pretty girls hanging around the base, since, well, since ever. Probably gonna be easy picking, especially for the soldiers who can leave post. Those poor girls hanging 'round outside the gates don’t know you aren’t allowed to go near ‘em for the next three or so weeks.”

“Mhmm, seems like, uh, uh, ya don’t havta go off post to meet pretty girls.”

Elvis bit his lip again, enjoying how Bess became flustered and embarrassed, smoothing the sides of her dress. She reminded herself that she hated him, as she felt the butterflies swarm through her belly and make themselves at home, flitting willy nilly up her spine. Bess also became keenly aware of how hungry she was from skipping dinner. She didn’t have time for his teasing and looked Elvis squarely in the eyes as she spoke.

“I recommend staying away from them, too. Especially the WACs. You’re definitely not supposed to fraternize with other soldiers.”

Elvis looked off at the trees that lined the road to the right. “How bought civilians? Is, um, ah, frater-a-nizin', uh, allowed?”

Bess turned, ignoring the question, though she was unable to ignore the warm, playful flirtation in Elvis’ voice as it washed over her and her chest heaved up and down at a quicker pace. Once again she told herself that she did, indeed, know how to breath. Her annoyance at his line melted away when she returned to his eyes and saw the exhaustion underneath his bravado, instantly regretting what she was about to do before she even did it. Somehow she couldn’t help herself, it was as if she was having an out-of-body experience, watching herself fumble through a simple sentence.

“Listen, I, um, I just had the worst date of my life, at the worst restaurant. Couldn’t eat a bite. You help me get another type writer, and I’ll, I’ll fix us something to eat. Then you can sleep on my couch for a few hours.”

Watching  his eyes light up, Bess felt the need to add. “But no funny business. I’m just helping out a new recruit, doesn’t mean anything.”

For the second time that night, Bess oversaw sneaking a broken typewriter into the repair shop and taking a new one, hobbling as she led Elvis to her car and directed him to put the stuff in her truck.

“Ya live on post?”

Bess patted the passenger seat of her blue Ford.

“Nope.”

“You know I ain’t supposed to leave?”

“Yup.”

“So — what’s the plan, stan?”

Bess turned to Elvis, removing his hand from her knee where it had somehow landed, and whispered with breathy excitement.

“I’m going to sneak you off.”

Elvis quirked his eyebrows as she kept talking.

“I, um, well, I share an office with the CO's secretary, Mabel. Who might actually be the most powerful person at this command. So, as long as I get you back in time for reveille, we’ll be fine. None of these guys will mess with me.” 

“I, uh, I don’ wan no special privileges, I wanna, uh, be treated like any other man, any other soldier. I reckon I better -”

Elvis trembled when Bess touched his shoulder and rubbed it gently, looking up into his face with her big brown eyes, now tender and reassuring. He looked to her like he might cry as he spoke of not being special.

“Look, I would do this for any new recruit. Boot camp, uh. Well. This is the hardest  part of being in the Army. I promise. I’m not offering because you’re famous. I actually kind of hate you, do you know how much trouble you cause my office? So, you should know I’m helping you in spite of who you are. Promise. I would - I would do it for any soldier in your predicament.”

Bess said this firmly to convince herself as much as to convince Elvis. Then she added a friendly wink and drove off, enjoying Elvis’ bemused smile and telling herself not to worry. Underneath her calm, confidence was the nagging thought that, unlike Elvis, Bess knew exactly what happened if some rule-minded officer were to find out that she had snuck Elvis off post. She had a good understanding of rule-minded officers. Like her father. Who, thankfully, was out of town.

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The bacon and eggs sizzled on the stove and Bess flipped them, shyly avoiding Elvis’ gaze from where he was leaning with his back arched against the door jab, his right hip twisted up and his thumbs hanging from his belt loops as he watching her cook.

“So, uh, what’s a secretary doing taking typewriters uh, um, out late on a Friday night an a bringin' ‘em home for, huh?”

Bess shook her head into the frying pan, then met his gaze.

“I , um, I happen to have some very important work I need to do from home. For the General I work for. That’s, uh, why I have a master key.”

“Uh huh.” Elvis’ smirked, nodding his chin as he stuck his hands slowly under his armpits, and lifted one knee up to lean back further against the wall.

“Hand me your plate, dinner is ready.”

Elvis bounced off the doorway and strode slowly over to where Bess stood at the stove, his long arms dangling loosely at his side. He had become more relaxed and confident once they got to her house, after tearing up a bit in the car and telling her how much he missed his parents and home and how he didn’t have any idea what Germany would be like. He had then muttered on about how millions of guys have been through this, so he knew he’d be alright, though the tear dripping down his cheek made Bess think he believed the exact opposite. Now he was behind her, almost a different person, cocky and teasing as his strong arms snaked around her waist to steady her hands.

“Nah, see how the egg is still all jiggly wiggly, Bessie? S’not done, not nearly. Wanna get the bacon good and browned up, so’s there ain’t no more pink left.”

She flushed at the way his breath hit her neck while his words softly compelled her to make his food the way he liked it. The rumble of his voice as her nickname rolled off his tongue was an assault on her sense of decency, and she let his hands linger at her waist for another beat before lifting them off and assuring him that she understood.No jiggly wiggly, no pink. Black. That she learned, was how Elvis liked everything, and everything was what she gave him, as he ate the pound and a half of bacon om her fridge and her last six eggs.

Bess mused that sneaking a fatigued Elvis off post and filling him full of food must be what made him clingy, comfortable and forward when he put his arms around her as she led him upstairs to the guest room. Rubbing his eyes as he plopped on the bed, Elvis grabbed her wrist imploringly and begged her not to leave him all lonesome in a strange house, in a strange town, where she was the only nice 'lil gal to treat him like a real human bean. Sighing, Bess sat at the top of the bed and let Elvis lay his head in her lap, where she stroked his forehead, and, at his request, started to tell him her life story. He had passed out after five minutes, when she had barely finished detailing how her parents met at Coney Island in 1932, three years before she was born.

Elvis' eye lids fluttered closed and he mumbled, “That’s a when I was borned. Aww, Bessie boo, we musta been babies at the same time.”

Bess groaned as she couldn’t seem to pull herself away from him, and stayed there with his head in her lap for another twenty minutes, afraid if she rolled it off her lap she would wake him. She was cupping the back of his head to gently move it off her lap when he thrashed around and called out the name Satnin. This led Bess to give up and lean against the head board, reconciling herself to a night sleeping sitting up with the most famous rebellious heart throb soldier in the world calling out for his mama in her lap.

Elvis’ hands moved first at the sound of the alarm, roving over Bess tummy and breasts  before he opened his eyes to the smacks of her hand hitting him off her. Somehow she had been pulled down into his arms over the course of the night, and she jumped up, commanding him to get his boots on while she ran down stairs and made some coffee. She prayed her younger sister hadn’t heard the alarm. Still wearing the dress from the night before, Bess watched Elvis gulp down his black coffee and chomp down the bread and cheese she had thrown at him to eat in the car. Loudly. With an open mouth. Wiping the crumbs from his mouth, he put his arm around her and squeezed.

Despite sleeping in his arms, Bess felt a shock and jolted at his touch.

“Just so we’re clear,  Mister, uh, Private um Presley, uh, this was just a friendly, patriotic gesture. I wasn’t, uh um, trying to seduce you.”

Elvis arched his eyebrow, his expression one of amusement and incredulity at the idea Bess thought of her behavior seductive. The way she had hesitated spitting out the word ’seduce’ so earnestly was adorable and endearing.

“OK, honey, you’re the boss, jus do me a favor and call me Elvis, huh?”

She nodded, eyes forward in concentration as she felt him squeeze her shoulders even tighter. She left it there, and found herself relaxing and leaning back into him after a few minutes with a sigh. She couldn't help it, it was an instinctive response to the way his fingers widened and began to tap out a rhythm on the side of her arm. Everything felt good, and their two bodies melded together in the dusky morning twilight for a spell until a gate came into view and Bess jerked up to throw Elvis’ arm onto the car seat with a smack, not noticing how he, too, stiffened with trepidation.

She stopped around the block from Elvis’ barracks and met his strong, uninhibited bear hug with her body, letting him press the air out of her lungs and kiss her cheek.

“Hey, Bessie Boo, I,uh, I can’t, I don’t even, I uh, I hate to leave you, honey, I ain’t even had time to tell you what I want to say, what -”

Bess put her finger to his lips, feeling his breath as she shhhed him. His brows were furrowed and he frowned, not wanted to leave her car and return to the barracks. She rubbed her hand up his chest reassuringly.

“You only have five minutes to get into your bunk, Private Pres - Elvis.” She murmured. “Now, go be a good boy, I have an idea, for how to help you sleep in the future.”

“Hmmm, sounds fun.” A naughty expression played across his face, his jaw hung open and he waggled his eye brows.

Bess realized the insinuation and hit his arm.

“Not that.”  She cocked her head towards the road. “You better go.”

“Huh, usually girls are tryin to run after me, not run me off.” She hit him again as he teased her. “Ok, ok baaaby. I’m off like a gun.”

Elvis face twisted into a crooked grin, and Bess felt like the sun was rising in her car, the earth was suddenly brighter when Elvis’ blue eyes beamed down at her and he kissed her goodbye. It was a light, sweet kiss aimed at her mouth but somehow missing and hitting the crease of her lips.

It had been, what, a year since she had been kissed? Bess kept her eyes closed, just enjoying the soft, tingling sensation of  his mouth crushed into her face. Elvis’ hands gripped her tightly, one hand on her neck, the other at her back, and he moved as if to kiss her again. In a brief moment of clarity, Bess realized she had been fighting her attraction to Elvis all night. It had been gradual and immediate, and she felt very different being close to him then she did when she saw hm in the movies or on the TV and radio. At the back of her mind she could hear all the reasons she shouldn’t kiss him. She pushed her hand up between their lips.

“Um, hey, look. Think we could just be friends? I, uh, I have a rule. I don’t date soldiers.”

Elvis sat back, a quizzical expression softening on his face into a smile as he rubbed her shoulder.

“Sure, Bessie baby, friends. Got it.”

He clicked his tongue and grinned, shooting her a thumbs up. Bess nodded, unable to stop the flutter of her heart as she watched Elvis’ long legs carry him forward as he jogged around the corner to his bunk, pausing to look back over his shoulder at her with a goofy smile as he waved goodbye.

“Fuck a duck.” She heard herself mutter, as she put her car into gear and drove home to shower and get Elvis Presley out of her head.

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Chapter Two: Moo Moo & Tupelo

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This is a vent post so I’m gonna put a trigger warning!! 🫶🏻

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Hello! I know I post quite a bit about my feelings but I just feel comfortable venting on here because I’ve never been judged once by anyone on here. But, I’ve been really really struggling recently. I’ve said I’ve been struggling before but recently I’ve been struggling ALOT more than I was; I’ve struggled with suicidal thoughts, urges and attempts for a good couple years now even though I’m only 14, turning 15 in maybe about 3 1/5 weeks if I’m remembering correctly but I’ve been really struggling for a long time now and I’ve tried getting help, I’ve tried therapists, medicine, getting out more, vitamins, everything and nothing really works. I’ve always been very good at hiding my feelings and such from my family because even if I do express how I feel, it’s not ever necessarily taken very seriously or as serious as it should be taken. Recently, I don’t find joy or happiness in anything anymore. Being in bed practically stuck due to my knee has made me realize that I’m not as appreciated as I thought I was; usually I’m the one in the house that cooks dinner and cleans and such for my mom because she works all the time but even if I’m hurt, I still have to do it because my brothers won’t even do that for me. That’s beside the point though; I’ve just been very numb and empty feeling lately. I can’t really sleep and if I do sleep, I sleep a lot. I don’t find joy or entertainment or happiness from anything anymore, usually it’s Elvis or something but now it’s just nothing. My eating disorder has gotten back to the point where I can’t bring myself to think of eating or look at food; I loose my appetite as soon as I see food, think of food or take 2 bites of food. I feel disgusted. It’s like my heart is constantly aching and I feel hopeless; empty, numb and like I have nothing else left for me. Nothing else to keep going for because I feel very alone. I don’t have any family, I know my mom loves me and stuff but it’s just hard to FEEL it, you know? I’m aware that she loves me but it’s very hard for me to feel that way. It’s like the best way I can explain it is, is that I’m tired. Tired mentally, physically, emotionally; every sort of way tired. My brothers usually never notice any change in me cause they usually assume it’s my period or pms (the usual for teenage girls if they’re mentally ill) but my brothers have been constantly opening my door just to look at me or speak to me then leave. My brother mentioned me looking ‘distant’ in the eyes while we were all in the kitchen simply talking; I’m not too sure on what to do anymore and I don’t even know if anyone is gonna read this anyways. But, if you do. I highly appreciate it. I highly appreciate all the support I’ve gotten, the love and the attention from everyone on here.

[headfullofpresley]

𝐀 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: you can decide whatever era you want this to be in (can be modern!elvis too), strong language, smoking, elvis not liking dee, small mention of gladys, christmas eve without family, christmas eve party, not a 'traditional' christmas ig, drunk elvis, drunk shenanigans, small mention of sex.

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve, darlings! Hope y'all have a wonderful time where ever you are and whatever you're doing these holidays. 💗☃️

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It's the first Christmas Eve where it's just you, Elvis and your friends.

Dodger is spending the evening at Vernon and Dee's house, who decided to stay at home this time and would be coming over for Christmas the next day.

He doesn't say it, but Elvis is lowkey excited about this. This way, he could postpone seeing Dee for another day.

He decided to give everyone time off to spend time with their families and so on, so you two had been busy in the kitchen the whole day to prepare dinner.

He insisted on helping and while you thought it was sweet, it was mostly so he could get your praise when he didn't fuck up and boast about his cooking skills to the guys.

He was more skilled in the kitchen than you thought he would be and he was actually having fun with it.

His bordelaise sauce? Chef's kiss.

Now that he had to open a bottle of red wine for the sauce, he couldn't stop taking sips here and there because he's in the groove of cooking.

“Elvis, stop drinking that wine,”

“It’s opened and it won’t taste as good if it just sits there,”

“You know how you get when you’re wine drunk,” taking the bottle from him, you'd sneak a sip yourself and put the bottle aside.

He'd turn into a gossiping middle aged woman, talking everyone's ear off but when someone would give him a look or say something he didn't like, he could turn nasty.

You loved Elvis, but that's not the route you were planning to go on tonight.

Luckily, he hadn't had enough to even be tipsy so you made him a bloody mary to sip on while cooking instead.

Even though he didn't like to drink much, the both of you were planning to get drunk tonight since there wouldn't be any family around to tell you to calm down.

Getting ready together. Idk why but these are vibessss to me.

You'd help him shave, he'd help you style your hair because your arms would get numb.

“Red or pink?” you'd ask him, holding up two lipsticks in front of his face.

He wouldn't even hesitate to pick the pink one, because it fit the dress you were wearing.

“Let me put it on ya, yittle,”

 Makes you pucker your lips, kissing you over and over again before he finally decided to apply the lipstick to your lips.

Him choosing the perfume he likes most on you and sniffing you the entire time after you put it on.

He likes the fact that he's in all black and you're wearing a pink dress. Food for his eyes.

Before everyone arrives, you two stand by one of Gladys' framed pictures and say a prayer, talk to her about the things you have accomplished this year, etc.

You knew his mother when she was alive, so doing this with you was extra special to him.

In the span of a half hour, the house was rowdy and crowded with people.

Members of the Mafia, their wives and girlfriends, some cousins and their plus ones, some other friends.

Since you had a big group of friends, the both of you had decided that dinner would be kind of a "self serve" thing.

You made food to last for days and everyone was enjoying themselves and eating their tummy full, so you and Elvis deemed your time in the kitchen a success.

Secret Santa.

He made the person who picked your name weeks before trade with him, because even though he had bought you a few presents for Christmas day, he wanted to give you more.

You had done the exact same thing, because you loved spoiling him just as much.

He bought you a pair of heels you had been eye-ing for months along with some other things he knew you wanted.

You bought him a bracelet with both your initials engraved into it, cologne (the one you couldn't get enough off), some skincare products. To you, they were typical things but he loved everything you gave him.

After the gift exchange, one of the guys suggested to light fireworks.

Since none of them could wait until New Year's Eve, they all went outside to light a few, all giddy and excited like the children they were.

Most of the girls stayed in or close to the house, including you because the only thing you could handle were sparklers.

With one of Elvis' coats draped over your shoulders, you stood near the front door, drink in one hand and sparkler in the other.

You were having fun with the girls until these fuckers would start aiming those damn fireworks at each other.

You were used to it since this was one of their things and even though you could laugh at it, you were worried too.

“Elvis, please be careful!”

“Yes, baby, always am- you son of a bitch,”

 Red missed your boyfriend's head by an inch with one of the firework missiles, running for his life when Elvis came after him.

You knew he could handle himself out there, but you were relieved when they decided to leave the rest of the fireworks for NYE.

When they started a snowball fight, you and some other girls quickly got back in the house because you weren't about to freeze your ass even more than you already were.

The girls helped you clean the kitchen a little until the boys came back in.

He'd stick by your side most of the time but you allowed him to wander off now and then, talking to people and whatnot since you were doing the same.

The later it got and the more drinks were nursed, the longer he'd linger by your side when he found his way back to you.

He was getting more handsy too and when he wanted to dance, you knew the alcohol was doing its work.

Other people were dancing too and since you had a good few amounts of drinks in your system as well, you wouldn't deny him a dance.

Even if the songs would be upbeat ones, he'd keep you pressed against his chest firmly, his hand sneaking down to your ass now and then to give it a little squeeze.

Kissing you every chance he got. Like, full on making out and not caring that there were other people present.

Making home videos and taking pictures. He always wanted to be behind the camera, but would swing his arm over your shoulder to trap you into his side, blabbering into the camera about how much he loved you while filming the two of you.

The tape would probably come out horrible afterwards, but you knew he'd never get rid of it, because memories.

Would go around and make everyone do a little speech, making them say how much they loved his food and how great the party was.

You couldn't wait until he'd hear back his own drunken, slurred words so you could tease him with it.

You weren't much better, though. Telling your friends you loved them over and over and that you were going to give Elvis a handful of children.

Even though he was steadily getting more drunk, karate.

So, so, so much karate.

You had to barricate the Christmas tree with your body because Joe almost flew through it several times.

You decided to challenge your boyfriend and in his giggly state, he accepted.

“Gotta take those heels off first. Fuckin’ murder weapons,”

Laughing, you took your shoes off and threw them aside by the coffee table, mimicking his position.

Though before he could come at you, you pointed a finger at him.

“Do not throw me or anythin’, El, I swear!”

“Honey, this ain’t wrestlin’,”

He would already be laughing his ass off before even starting, but when you wanted to take advantage of him not looking your way, he caught you by surprise and wrapped his arms around your waist to tickle you instead.

More dancing.

Now you were the one almost flying through the tree because he'd spin you around like a rag doll, singing along to the music with his eyes closed.

Would randomly take two Christmas baubles out of the tree and hang them in the hoop earrings you were wearing - ofcourse he had to take pictures of that too.

Either has a cigar or cigarette hanging between his lips or fingertips most of the time because he smokes even more when he's intoxicated.

Makes you hold them when someone challenges him for a round of karate again or when he goes to use the bathroom. Would definitely pout when he came back to find you having smoked them.

Turned out you were better at handling your liquor than your boyfriend.

When he was laying on the ground by the tree and trying to sneak open random presents, you knew it was time to slowly let the party come to an end.

It was after three when the house was empty and even though you weren't exactly sober yourself, you felt the need to clean a majority of the dishes so you wouldn't have to do it tomorrow.

He'd call out to you that he was going to help, but he never got up, nor did he manage to open any presents.

Belting out random songs as he laid there on the ground, laughing excitedly when you'd sing along from the kitchen.

Did not help or whatsoever when you dragged him up the stairs, instead leaning his full weight on you.

You managed to get him in the bedroom though, a big grin on his face and his eyes tightly shut as he laid across the bed on his back.

His interest was peaked immediately when you took off his shoes and started undressing him.

“Are we gon' have sex?” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively as he'd sit up a little so you could take his shirt off.

“Baby, no, it’s late and we drank too much,”

Once his shirt was off, he would cup your face and try to messily kiss your lips as you giggled.

“But I want youuu,”

“You need to sleep so you won’t be exhausted tomorrow,”

“Psshhh, I ain’t never exhausted,”

He'd roll his eyes as he'd let himself fall back again, watching you unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down.

“You’re so hot in that dress and I wanna fuck you,”

He knew that when he would give you those bedroom eyes and bit his lip all sexy, you wouldn't be able to resist him.

Even in his drunk state, he still knew how to get what he wanted.

Because you gave it to him. How could you not when his cheeks were all flushed like that and he looked at you with those hungry eyes?

He didn't last long, but by the time you were finished, you were so tired that you didn't care.

The both of you passed out pretty much immediately after.

You were woken up by voices coming from downstairs and when you recognized one of them to belong to Vernon, you widened your eyes and woke up Elvis by frantically shaking his shoulder.

He was grumbling and cursing immediately, trying to push you away from him.

Holding up one of the baubles that he found in between the sheets, he'd give you a playful grin. “Baby, I know you’re an adventurous little one, but.. seriously?”

When you told him his father was already here, he wanted to vanish into thin air because his head was throbbing.

Despite the hangovers you both had to deal with, it wasn't anything some food and medicine couldn't fix.

Christmas day was fun, but he decided that he wanted more Christmas Eve's like the one the night before.

No stress, no stepmothers annoying him.

Just you, him and your closest friends.

[vintagepresley]

I'm virgin, so maybe this request is kinda personal, but could you write one with elvis taking y/n's virginity and being very gentle and romantic and kinda dirty, like with lots of dirty talking? 🥹 also i have strong hand kink, just fyi 🤭

thank you and i will love you forever 🥹❤️ (just kidding, i already love you)

Thank you for the request and I love you too! ☺️❤️

Elvis was completely taken with you and had been for months since you started dating so much so that every night he'd try to make a move on you. You were a virgin and had told him you weren't ready yet. He was very respectful of that but some nights when the two of you would do a little bit of touching and kissing he'd find himself getting a bit carried away and trying to push things further, but would quickly be stopped when you told him no. Another part of you just wanted to jump his bones most nights, but you had to be sure that you were ready. You wanted it to be special because he was special to you and you were more than willing to give yourself to him if the timing was right. So most nights the two of you would lay in bed curled up next to one another and you'd play with his hands until you fell asleep.

Elvis was determined to do something quite romantic for you so he sent you to have a little shopping day with your friends. He wanted to do something special and since he was in such a giving and generous mood, he wanted to remind you of just how much he loved you and how much he wanted to show you that he loved you. He managed to get the guys to leave the house for a few hours just wanting the place quiet and to yourselves when you returned. He gotten Mary to cook up some of your favorite foods and once she had done so he sent her on her way a little earlier than usual, but didn't let it go unknown how grateful he was to her for cooking everything he asked for on such short notice. She offered to set the table but he wanted to do all of that himself, he felt it would be more romantic. He didn't have a clue on how to set a table properly but did his best feeling satisfied with his little set up and he went to put on a bit of music. He checked his watch to see what time it was because you had told him when you'd be back and so he waited patiently for you by the door as he was excited to share a romantic evening for you.

You'd been out to brunch and some shopping with a few of your friends which Elvis insisted that you do, he had been in such good mood lately and just doing the most for everyone. You were just happy to see him happy. You reminded your friends that you needed to get back because you had told Elvis what time you'd be home, so you all finished up what you were doing and they began to head back to drop you off at Graceland where you were going to get a surprised from that loving man of yours waiting for you like a little puppy by the door. He peeked through one of the windows and saw a car driving up the driveway and he smiled warmly to himself. You said your goodbyes as you gathered your things and headed inside and you were met almost immediately by a smiley Elvis and the sound of the music playing in the background. "Hi, little one!" he beamed. He nearly scared you as you jumped a bit. You playfully hit him with one of your bags with a soft giggle emitting from your lips. "Daddy! What are you doing standing there like that?! You scared me." you laughed.

"I was waitin' on ya, little." he smiled as he reached over to take your bags and sitting them by the steps and he walked over to slip his arms around your waist, kissing the tip of your nose. "How was your lil' shoppin' trip?" he grinned. You nuzzled your nose up against his as you arms draped over his shoulders. "It was good. I got you a few things." you smiled widely. "Now didn't I tell ya to get yourself somethin'?" he chuckled. You ran your hands along his broad shoulders and pouted playfully at him. "I did, but I wanted to get you something too." you said softly. He smiled reaching a hand up and resting his index finger beneath your chin and his thumb against it. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth at the feeling of his hand on your face and he leaned down to give your lips a soft kiss. "You're too cute, ya know that?" he mumbled on your lips. "Hush." you said as your face turned bright red. You inhaled sharply smelling something familiar. "Something smells good!" you said with a smile.

"Oh yeah, I got Mary to cook up some stuff for ya. C'mon.." he said as he pulled back and took your hand in his and he squeezed your delicate hand in his strong grasp and he led you into the kitchen. Your face lit up the moment you walked in seeing that he had the table set for two and some candles lit, it was all very romantic. You let out a soft happy sigh as you beamed. "Elvis-" he cut you off for a moment. "I know it's not much, honey. But I thought a quiet dinner at home would be nice." he said with a small smile. You slipped your hand out of his grasp and jumped up throwing your arms around him in a hug. "Don't be silly, it's perfect." you mumbled into his shoulder. He smiled and pulled back and walked over to pull the chair out for you. "Such a gentlemen..." you giggled as you slipped into your seat and then he went over to sit across from you as the two of you began to eat. You slipped off one of your heels and lifted your leg up to brush your foot playfully up against his leg. He looked over at you with an eyebrow raised he felt your food brushing it's way up his leg causing him to smirk.

"Ya keep doin' that baby and I'll be carryin' ya up to the bedroom." he chuckled. You smirked at his words. "Who knows.. You may get lucky tonight." you shrugged with innocent smile on your lips. His eyes widen at your words. "Don't tease daddy like that.." he mumbled with a mouthful of food. You giggled cutely as you continued to play footsies with him under the table and reaching over to rest your hand over his, tracing your fingertips over every curve of his hand. You had such a fascination with his hands, they were beautiful and so strong that the very feel of them on you did things to you. "I'm not teasing you.. I would never.." you cooed. Something had come over you maybe it was his romantic gesture or just the way he looked today, but a part of you was ready to give yourself to him. He cleared his throat as you continued to rub your foot on him and now caressing his hand. "I mean it, little one.. Don't tease me.. Y-Y'know how I feel and what I want." he murmured. You set your fork down and dabbed your napkin against your lips, and as serious as you could sound you said in a soft tone, "Take me upstairs, daddy.." your innocent doe eyes staring at him. He dropped his knife and fork at the sound of yours words and he swallowed harshly.

"A-Are you serious?" he questioned. "Yes. Take me.." you smiled. He stood up so fast he nearly knocked his chair over and he walked over to you grabbing a hold of your chair and pulling it out and he wrapped his arms around you lifting you up into his arms bridal style, you let out a soft squeal as you wrapped your arms around him, kicking your feet happily as he carried you upstairs, almost tripping over your shopping bags, you laughed quietly. As the two of you reached the bedroom he pushed the door open with his foot and carried you inside, gently setting you down as he went to shut the door. He came back over ready to pounce on you but you stopped him. "Be gentle.. I want you to make love to me." you whispered. He reached his hands up taking your face in his hands, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips, you placed your hands over top of his. "Course, baby, daddy'll be very gentle with ya." he mumbled softly. You took a deep breath a bit nervous, but trusting him. His blue eyes stared so sleepily at you as they had you in almost a trance from how beautiful they were he always gave you butterflies from the way those eyes of his looked at you with so much love.

He lips hovering about yours and you slowly closed your eyes as you felt his lips press against yours once again but in a deeper more passionate kiss, the pads of his thumbs brushing up against your cheeks as you kissed him back deeply, wanting to just devour his soft lips, his hands lingered down to slowly run up and down the sides of your body, a soft noise escaping you against his lips as you felt his hands squeezing at your waist and then you felt his gentle hands moving up your back and tugging at the zipper of your dress before he slowly unzipped it and then he was tugging it down your body until it landed on the floor, his eyes glancing down at your almost naked body. "My pretty little girl.." he mumbled. You blushed and your body shivered feeling his hands over your bare skin, lightly caressing you. You ran your hands over his chest and played with the buttons on his shirt before you slowly began to undo them revealing his chest and you ran your fingers through his light chest hair as he slipped his shirt off and threw it on the floor.

He grabbed your hips and ran his hands over the delicate fabric of your panties and then along your stomach and over your bra, reaching around carefully to unclasp it and then he slowly removed it, licking over his lips at the sight of your perky breasts and the chill from his room causing your nipples to get hard, he wanted nothing more than to latch onto one of them and the sight giving him a semi hard on. "Get on the bed, baby." he mumbled. You nodded at his words and climbed into bed and laying against his pillows as you got comfortable, watching as he began to unbuckle his belt and you watched with eagerness as he slide his pants off and you were caught off guard by the sight of his cock, biting down on your bottom lip and he walked over to the bed, climbing into it and on top of you. The weight of him on top of you only making you pull him down closer, feeling his cock pressed right up against your panties. "You promise to be gentle.." you asked softly. "I promise my sweet girl.." he hummed, brushing a hand against your face. "Don't ya trust your daddy?" he whispered as he pressed kisses. "Yes I do.." you cooed.

His continued to brush along your face as he lips kissed along your jawline. "I'm gonna be so gentle takin' that virginity of yours.. Will ya be a good girl and let daddy cum inside ya? Make ya mine.." you hummed. Y-Yes daddy.." his words were making you so wet you could feel your pussy sticking to your panties, he kissed down your neck with sloppy and wet kisses that when he reached your breasts you could feel the warm saliva that had gathered in his mouth drip onto your left nipple when he wrapped his lips around it, causing you to let out a soft whimper. He stared up at you and released the sensitive little bud from his mouth. "Mm, let daddy hear some more of those pretty lil noises.." he mumbled before wrapping his lips back around your nipple sucking hard and nearly sucking your nipple raw from how intense he was sucking another soft whimper escaping you followed by a moan as you squirmed beneath him. He ran one of his hands down your abdomen and down toward your panties, rubbing the front of them slowly as and he smirked a bit around your nipple when he felt how wet you already were, you let out a soft airy moan when you felt his hands rubbing against your pussy causing you to make your panties more of a mess.

He was still sucking away at your nipple as saliva dripped from his mouth onto your breasts and then he popped your nipple out of his mouth with a grin, kissing down your abdomen he was being so gentle, so romantic yet so dirty at the same time, it was doing things to you. "Baby made a little mess.." he hummed as he stared up at you. You nodded your head slowly. "It's daddy's fault.." you mewled. He grinned hooking his fingers between the hem of your panties and he slowly pulled at them watching as your pussy became unglued from your slick covered panties and once he got them off he tossed them to the side, his eyes widening at the sight of your pussy. "Fuck.. That pussy is so pretty and wet for me.." he whispered. You giggled and doing your best to not come completely undone. One of his big hands gently rubbing over your stomach and just the very touch of his hand brought full body chills. He grabbed a hold of your legs spreading them further apart so he could get an eyeful of your pussy, licking over his lips as he brought two fingers up to slip between your soaking folds and running it up and down your slit and his fingers coated in your slick, soft cute whimpers escaping you. "Goddamn.. I can't wait to get my cock inside ya, feeling that pussy 'round me.." he hummed.

"But first daddy needs a taste.." he smirked as he pressed kisses along both of your thighs until he reached just where he wanted to be, he pressed several soft kisses against your pussy, letting his lips linger as he became glossy from your slick. You grasped the bed sheets beneath you just ever so slightly. His eyes staring up at you intensely as he slipped his tongue between your folds, licking up your slick slowly that it caused you inhale sharply and curl your toes a bit as you let out a high pitched whine as your body jolted. He place his hand against your stomach to still your movements as he flicked his tongue against your clit and circled around it before wrapping his mouth around the swollen bud, grasping your thigh in with his other hand as he sucked slowly on your clit as his tongue brushed firmly against it. You now began to moan loudly, tilting your head back against the pillows as you reached down to grasp onto his hair and tugged lightly at his raven hair. He began suck on your clit faster as his mouth tighten around it and his saliva pooling from his mouth and dripping down your pussy mixing with your sweet juices as he groaned against you, it caused you to squeeze your thighs around him just a bit.

He slowly released your clit and glanced up at you with a smirk. "Be a good girl for me now and relax.. Daddy's gonna try to open this pussy up a bit.." he whispered. You felt his fingers on your pussy again but now circling around your entrance as his mouth found its way back around your clit, sucking at a steady pace and sending you back into total bliss and feeling one of his fingers teasing your tight hole and inching it slowly inside of you and you clenched around him a bit letting out a soft whine between your cute loud moans, he pushed his finger further inside of you feeling you pulsing, clenching around him. A soft hiss escaping your lips when you felt him suddenly slip in another finger carefully, doing his best to be gentle but you were so tight he had to force his finger inside. He lifted his head up to speak. "That's it, mama.. Open up for daddy.. I want ya ready for this cock." he hummed, he tried to get his fingers in until they disappeared, but you were still too tight so he began to pump them inside of you slowly feeling you stretching out just a bit around him his fingers, your moans growing louder and your eyes rolled back as you arched your back against the bed, your mouth in an O shape, he managed to get his fingers all the way inside.

"Good girl.. You'll get daddy's cock as a nice little reward.." he mumbled as a sly smirk formed on his lips and he gathered a good amount of saliva in his mouth and spit onto his fingers that move in and out of you and using the spit as extra lube along with your slick as he pumped his fingers faster inside of you, feeling you become more relax and comfortable. "Fuck.." he growled. His cock was throbbing, screaming to be inside of you, slipped his fingers out of you and they were covered in your own mess and some of his spit and climbed back on top of you and brought his fingers up to your mouth and you slowly parted your lips as you sucked everything off his fingers, your eyes staring at him innocently and you swallowed harshly, as you stared at his hand a part of you wanting him to wrap it around your throat the way he had it tightly wrapped around your tight. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a wide smirk. "How's it taste, little one?" he grinned. "G-Good..." you said softly surprised you were able to say anything.

He pressed himself up against you and he moved his hips up against you, his cock hitting right up against your trembling pussy, you desperately wanted him inside of you. "F-Fuck me, please.." you begged. He chuckled softly, kissing your soft lips with a wide smile. "Don't ya worry, darlin'.. I am.." he whispered as he reached down to grab his cock and running it along your soaking pussy, your body jolted and your hands slipping around his torso and grasping gently at his back, whimpering softly. He slapped his cock gently against your clit and then lined his cock with your entrance and you braced yourself for whatever pain was bound to come and your nails were already digging into his back when you felt the head of his cock pushing it's way into you and he let out a loud groan and you shut your eyes tight, pursing your lips together from the stinging pain you felt and he stopped for a moment. "Is this okay, little? Want me to stop?" he asked. "N-No, please, no.." you whined. He nodded and continued to force his cock inside of you feeling you clench around him and suck him in and he let out a shaky groan. "G-Godamm mama.. So fucking tight.." he moaned. You let out a whimpering cry as you breathed heavily feeling him force his cock in further until he broke through and managed to stretch you out just enough for you to feel every inch of his throbbing cock.

You let out small hiss under your breath as your nails clawed at him once he started pumping his hips against yours and thrusting his cock inside of you at a slow and steady pace until he was able to get you stretched out around him, the pain you were feeling was slowly turning to pleasure as he bottomed out inside of you, his chest pressed firmly against yours as his groans came out low and long and his hands clutching onto the pillow beneath you. You reached over for one of his hands and hesitantly wrapping it around your throat. You loved his hands so much and had always daydream of what they would feel like wrapped your throat, tightening, squeezing. He raised an eyebrow when he saw what you were doing and he smirked, grabbing a hold of your throat in his strong grasp and squeezing just a bit because he still wanted to take it easy on you, a smirk appearing on your lips as you rested your hand on top of his. You body bouncing beneath him as he plowed into you and each thrust stretching you out and allowing him to pick up the pace and slam inside of you, your moans growing louder as his name left your lips so seductively, almost pornographic with the way you were moaning.

"Atta girl.. Takin' this cock so well for daddy.. Lettin' him break ya in.." he grunted. His filthy words only furthering your arousal, your desperate desires for him. He was breathing heavily and dripping with perspiration as your bodies fueled the fire between the two of you, his hand tighten just a bit more around your throat just enough to get you to stare up at him and now he was staring at you, his eyes piercing with lust and his hair sticking to his forehead. Your legs squeezed around his waist as your toes curled against his ass and you whined and whimpered so cutely. "Daddy.. I-..I'm gonna cum.." you cried. The sounds of your words only did one thing and that was forced him to slam hard against your cervix as he fucked you hard, he was so close to his own orgasm, but he wanted the two of you to cum together. "N-Not yet.. L-Little One..." he groaned. You whined and nearly close to tears from how badly you needed to cum your orgasm burning within your belly. "Daddy please!" you screamed. But before he could even have a chance to respond your climax had hit hard and you came on his cock making such a mess that it throw him right into his own orgasm and his thick warm cum coated your insides white, his hips stirring and bucking against you as he drained his balls completely inside of you, a loud grunting sound escaping him as both your movements came to a slow stop.

You felt completely drained, exhausted it that your body just collapsed against the bed and he collapsed on top of you, his sweaty face buried between your breasts and his breath heavy as you felt his breath against your skin as he reached down to pull his leaking cock out of you and his cum came seeping out of your pussy. His hand unwrapping from around your neck as he slipped his arms around you, nuzzling his face in between your breasts. You smiled as you glanced down at him, running your fingers through his wet hair. He looked so worn out and tired that you couldn't help but giggle. "Looks like daddy needs a nap." you whispered. He chuckled quietly. "Mhm.." he mumbled. You slipped your arms around him not wanting him to climb off you. You wanted him to stay close, you needed him to stay close just for another moment as the two of you relished in the most romantic, loving, passionate, wild and gentle moment the two of you shared.

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So sexy and sweet. Enjoy!!

[elvisabutler]

Hey, baby! Love your work!

Can I ask for a Austin x reader where he’s dating a doctor during the wrap of Elvis and she is just tending to him when he gets hospitalised?

physician heal thy boyfriend

summary: your boyfriend is austin butler, star of the hopefully soon to be smash hit elvis. your boyfriend has a habit of pushing himself too far for this role. your boyfriend finds himself in your care while being completely and utterly out of it and sick as a dog. you are- mildly not impressed, but mostly a little worried. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) pairing: austin butler x doctor! reader rating: t word count: 1952 warnings: hospital setting. talk of austin's hospitalization post elvis. talk of austin's injury to his head with the guitar. talk of medication and hallucinations. austin being sick as hell. reader is a doctor. mild implications of a panic attack. imagery of austin being very sick. brief mention of COVID as well. author's note: thank you for this request and the compliment, anon! it always delights me to have people enjoy my writing especially when i know it's not always everyone's cup of tea re: pairings or content. i didn't go super into detail re: the details of austin's hospitalization since- we don't know the exact exact details and i'm not a doctor myself. i hope you enjoy! and apologies for this taking a hot minute, i was trying to focus on kinktober stuff during october and things like this got opened and noticed and worked on- but not posted. also consider this a thanksgiving gift for all the americans who celebrate it. can't bring y'all food from my sil ( who will not let me cook for the family just yet ) but i can provide you fic food. and know that i'm super thankful for all of you.

It's not as if you didn't think this would be a possibility, you had gotten lucky the last time he injured himself- the time with the guitar that you still give him a good ribbing for- and you had been off and not at the hospital and thankfully stitches weren't necessarily your forte, you saved them for the surgeons. However, nothing in the universe, no amount of logic could have prepared you for seeing your boyfriend groaning on a gurney, looking at you with glassy eyes that mean he's not all there. He's physically there, yes, but his mind is either in a haze of a fever or completely given over to whatever pain is inflicting itself on him in the present moment. There's a part of your heart that stutters at the image, a part of your brain that is overwhelmed with sheer panic at seeing him like this. An actor is supposed to be a safe-ish profession, one where you don't have to worry about your significant other being hurt and showing up in an emergency room or at a hospital unexpectedly. Yet here you were, looking at him being struck down by an illness that came out of nowhere- at least- you're pretty sure it did.

Everyone downstairs had gotten him mostly stable from what you've heard and what you see in front of you. You try and not let your mind wander to what he looked like when he was brought in if this is stable, but the thought pops up nonetheless, making you stop in your tracks for just a moment as you took deep breaths. He was alright, you knew how to do your job, you could help him and stay with him. He could use his- he could use the fact that he has just wrapped Elvis- or something they'd make an exception for you just this once.

His current predicament was more your specialty than his guitar injury. Dealing with what would have been a normal case of appendicitis was easy even despite the now present extra complications. Austin- despite your strong suggestions that he maybe should take better care of himself- didn't take better care of himself, turning what could have been something simple into a much rougher infection and gave him lymph nodes you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. If you weren't so worried you're pretty sure you'd make a joke about how he really is trying to become Elvis with the hospital stay despite the fact that you know the movie has wrapped. After all you and him had both are gone to the wrap part at Baz's house. There's a part of you that wonders if that party and the sheer amount of people that were at that party might have been what led to this. But you have learned in your few years as a doctor that it's better to not necessarily speculate like that unless you want to drive yourself up the wall. Besides if that was the cause of Austin's predicament right now you're not a hundred percent sure you wouldn't be a bit peeved at Baz. As it stands, you do end up shooting off a text to him asking him what on Earth happened and if he knew Austin wasn't feeling well that morning when they had met up for breakfast.

A groan from Austin's bed knocks you out of your head and reminds you that you have a job to do and you get yourself into gear, making sure he's got the correct tests ordered, the right medication ordered and everything you can think of that will make sure he will be comfortable even as his body tries to fully rebel against him. It's a bit touch and go for the first two days and the few times you think Austin is coherent and realizes that you are there he mutters 'Cilla and Satnin and you try to not take it personally, instead reminding yourself that his medicine has a tendency to have a side effect of at least mild hallucinations and he did just get done pretending to be Elvis for the greater part of almost two years. After that second day and heading into the third, you realize he's seeming more normal, his eyes look a little clearer when you see them open and you chance a proper visit, one where you stay there until he wakes up just to actually check on him properly.

A proper visit where the exhaustion of taking care of all your other patients and him might end up catching up to you and has you passing out with your head in his lap in what is the- most comfortable chair you could use to sleep in- if you had used it normally and not pulled it up next to his bed. The first thing you're aware of as you wake up is a hand on your head and a very rough sounding southern drawl coming from above you.

"What- Y/N, what- why are ya in m'lap, baby?" The confusion is evident in his voice but as you groggily lift your head up and look into his eyes, you can see it written all over there as well.

It takes you a minute or so to wake up, your eyes adjusting to the light and to the movement of Austin shifting in the bed, trying to make himself more comfortable. When you finally do you blink at him and purse your lips. "What's the last thing you remember, Aus?"

You very rarely use that specific nickname with him, saving it only for occasions when you feel he needs to honestly pay attention to you. That alone causes him to sit up as straight as he can and just look at you with an intensity you know he couldn't have managed either of the previous days.

"I was with Baz and-" He pauses, biting his lower lip before wincing. "Pain. A lot of pain and feeling like I was on fire."

The description earns a grim smile from you before you exhale, shaking your head. "That is a pretty good description of what you looked like when I got called down to make sure you weren't going to die or be left permanently incapacitated. Now I know my boyfriend didn't specifically ignore my orders as his doctor girlfriend to actually take care of himself especially now that filming was winding down. And I know he didn't act like a teenager who when I wasn't around to maybe check or was too busy at work just took advantage of that and didn't take care of himself. Because he's a smart guy, isn't he?"

Austin looks like he's about to say the first thing that comes to mind, the first- you imagine- pretty idiotic thing that comes to mind before he sees the look on your face and realizes this is a battle he will not win. "I-" He stops and moves to grab your hand. "I might have continued to push myself because I'm a bit of an idiot who definitely was taking advantage of my long hours and your long hours to hide that. Is that what I need to admit? Or do I need to keep going?"

You can't help but laugh at the question, biting your lip to prevent a full fit of laughter from escaping. "I mean, you can keep going, I'm actually a little curious to see how big of a hole you can dig yourself into, by all means." Your eyes slide up to his IV bag and you frown, grabbing his remote to call a nurse, the alarm hasn't sounded that it's empty and due for a change but- you know how busy it's been lately and you're not in the mood to have Austin wait for too long.

Austin's quiet for a moment as he looks at you, noting how he swears you have some lines on your forehead that you didn't have before. He put those there- he made you worry so much you got new worry lines. It doesn't distract from your beauty, far from it, but still it sens a rush of guilt through him that has him placing his hand on your cheek. Before you realize what you're doing, you nuzzle your cheek against his hand, letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Letting out tension in your shoulders that haven't left since he first was brought in. "I'm- Nothing is going to change what happened, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry baby."

A shaky sort of breath leaves your body before you grab Austin's hand and move to kiss it before you touch his cheek. "I know you are. Because you scared the shit out of me. And Baz, but he wasn't the one taking care of you, who didn't know what exactly was wrong and how you could-" You shut your eyes and rub at them. "You're not allowed to do this to me again, Mr. Butler. I started dating you because you're supposed to be the safe bet, no silly injuries or COVID or sickness like this. And look at you, a guitar to the head, this, you better not make it a trifecta."

He shakes his head, moving his hand that you still have held to brush away tears you have falling. "I wouldn't dream of it." He pauses. "How long am I in here for?"

"A week." You answer quicker than you should. "Might be overkill but you've got your antibiotics via IV and while you live with me and I can change it, I also have to be at work half the time so hospital it is."

Austin flushes and you think for a moment he's going to be sick before you see how he's looking at you- it's a look you know well, one that usually leads to things in the bedroom and you just narrow your eyes as he starts to speak. "So, you're my doctor then. And I'm your patient."

You take a moment to just look up at the ceiling and purse your lips, wondering not for the first time why you ever started dating Austin when he says dumb things like that. It shouldn't be something that's funny, and it really isn't but you've been so worried about him for the past two days that hearing that stupid joke as much as it makes you roll your eyes just makes you laugh. "I am and you are. But as your doctor I cannot in good conscience condone any shenanigans of a sexual sort just yet. Maybe in a few days."

He nods solemnly as he sees a nurse entering a room. He leans over for a moment, knowing fully well you can't stop laughing and won't just yet. "Just show up in only the your coat and we'll know if I'm feeling better. You know I can't resist your sexy doctor look."

If you have to tell the nurse about changing his IV bag through broken off bits of laughter, that's his fault. If you can't help but slap his arm lightly when he tries to grab at your butt- seriously, you really should have remembered the side effects of his medicine and his inhibitions- then that's also his fault. If later on that day you find yourself curled up against him watching some Australian soap opera? Well, despite not being on duty this particular day, you are still his doctor, and a little rest and a lot of cuddles might have been your additional recommendation for the start of an optimal recovery.

And really, who was he to argue?

[marinas-drafts]

much like Elvis insisted Linda Thompson on cooking his meals because she made it with “tlc”, I would imagine he would want Gigi to do the same and she would most definitely be more than happy to oblige and satisfy his craving of 2-3 burgers, smothered in his favorite toppings, at 4 am

I just cannot wait to read how this girl takes care of Elvis in the next chapter, even the less “pretty” parts of caretaking (fleets enemas ifykyk) are still so comforting to read 😭 big daddy has the biggest place in my heart and I just want that man to be spoiled and nurtured

(also I’m begging for him to get some “physical relief”, he needs to pop a viagra or two and get to work for Gigi’s sake and his)

Oh she’s on it -and it’s a good thing he likes burnt food because that’s all she knows how to make, Mary hovers in the kitchen just to make sure there is no fire emergency. But yes, you best believe this girl uses all that energy to bound down the stairs in the dead of night to fix that man whatever would cure what ails him at the moment.

Also…thank you for expressing interest in all the aspects of caretaking or honestly -loving a person where they’re at. Human bodies fail us and there’s nothing more humiliating of estranging for someone who’s been capable and impressive to suddenly be unable to count on their own carcass, or gut or brain or anything else that we aren’t promised tomorrow with. And so with Elvis, to me, if we’re doing a fic when we now know he was literally dying, we should keep it’s trappings. Do I want Gigi to ask why the hell he’s doing fleet instead of coffee when his liver is so bad? Yes, yes I do

…pop a viagra or two you say, hmm…

[bitter69uk]

In 1964, then-23-year-old starlet Ann-Margret bared her soul to 16 Magazine about her “hates and loves” (or, as they put it at the time: “Here they are - the deep-down, intimate secrets of your favourite new star!”). I think Ann-Margret speaks for all of us here! (Please don’t tell me some publicity agent or anonymous hack cobbled this together – the disillusionment would be overwhelming). Pull up a chair – this is one LONG mutha of list.

She hates for anyone to yell at her. She cried the first time a bandleader loudly chewed her out for being late to a rehearsal.

She hates dresses with lots of ruffles and frills. They make her feel like "... a Christmas tree!"

She hates vegetables - especially cooked spinach.

She hates to cook or anything to do with the kitchen.

She hates people who say nasty things about other people whom they don't even know.

She hates the fact that no matter how she rushes, she has a tendency to be late.

She hates to see too much make-up on a woman.

She hates to see an animal hurt.

She hates people who "...kid around with someone's emotions".

She hates gossip of any sort.

She hates rain.

She hates herself when she fluffs a song or dance, even during a rehearsal.

She hates people who think that show business is all whipped cream and glamour. Ann-Margret says: "It's one of the toughest professions in the world".

She hates it when people call her a star. "Right now, I am just a very fortunate girl", she earnestly maintains. "A star is someone who sustains, like Bette Davis".

She hates for people to try and pry into her personal life.

She hates the thought of sitting still for more than five minutes at a time.

She hates to have to straighten up her room.

She hates reports that she dates just for publicity.

She hates for people to tell her how to run her life.

She hates grey days and grey colours.

She hates people who complain and feel sorry for themselves.

She hates it when there is a mechanical failure in her car or motor scooter.

She hates to be told she ought to act such-and-such a way, because "... it's the thing to do".

She hates herself for being so painfully shy when it comes to meeting new people.

She hates jealousy of any kind.

She hates aggressive girls who brag that they can twist a man round their little finger.

She hates to get up early in the morning.

She hates prejudice in any form.

She hates to diet.

She loves going to football and basketball games.

She loves to ride her motor scooter through the Hollywood hills.

She loves a steak.

She loves to wear dark glasses.

She loves animals of all sorts.

She loves chocolate malts for breakfast.

She loves a windy night.

She loves big, shaggy sweaters.

She loves performing for a live audience.

She loves saving things. She has a huge chest, hand-carved by an uncle in Sweden, in which she stores all her mementoes.

She loves sad movies - even though they make her cry.

She loves the colour black.

She loves to sleep under lots of blankets.

She loves pizza with ginger ale.

She loves browsing through family photo albums.

She loves Cantonese food.

She loves talking on the phone. She has two "Princess" models in her bedroom.

She loves waterskiing.

She loves collecting stuffed animals - the pride of her collection is a huge lavender poodle Eddie Fisher gave her in New York. She took it back to California on the plane - strapped in the seat next to her.

She loves flowers and greenery of any sort.

She loves baked potatoes with sour cream, chives and butter.

She loves to travel - especially back to Sweden for a visit with relatives.

She loves the name Skuby. So far, it's the "handle" for her Yorkshire terrier (also a gift from Eddie Fisher).

She loves her red motor scooter and her red compact convertible car.

She loves window-shopping.

She loves the excitement of Las Vegas.

She loves watching parades.

She loves laughing and seeing others laugh.

She loves working with Elvis Presley.

She loves weddings. Last year she was maid of honour at the nuptials of Sharon Louver of Summit, N.J., and Joanie Stremmel, of Wilmette, Ill., both of whom had been her best friends since the sixth grade. She caught Janie's bouquet!

She loves dancing - especially the Twist.

She loves the new house she bought for herself and her parents in fashionable Benedict Canyon.

She loves the beach - day or night.

She loves Marlon Brando's acting.

She loves little children.

She loves Capri pants.

She loves candlelight dinners.

She loves watching TV.

She loves Sammy Davis, Jr. and Elvis Presley records.

She loves modern furniture.

She loves being alone for a certain part of every day.

She loves her good luck charms - a miniature red horse, ivory Buddha, smooth beach pebble and tiny hula doll named "Jungle Julie".

She loves writing in her diary.

She loves playing a jukebox.

She loves holding deep philosophical conversations.

She loves suede jackets.

She loves riding a bicycle.

She loves to write letters and receive them. Write to her at 8966 Sunset Boulevard, Hollywood, California.

[alvisiscrazy]

the demon of the night (pt6)

TW-blood play, curssing, sex talk, drugs

summary- a cook for Elvis comes to realize he is really more to what we know, he is something outta this world like a book or a fairytale.

(I picked this picture because it fits with this chapter 🤭)

I woke with a pain in my neck Kat was long gone I looked in the mirror my eyes were puffy “What the hell happened last night” I said to myself I was literally starving I went down to the lobby seeing Jerry and Elvis again they both turned and looked me I didn’t pay no attention to them I gotten my plate of food making my way to the same corner like before. I tried to put the pieces of last night and how I had this horrible mark on my neck makeup probably couldn’t fix “Morning” I turned to see Elvis with a plate of food “Mind if I sit with you ?” He said “I don’t mind” I said He sat down with a smile of his face “How’d you sleep hm?” He asked “Okay just woke up with a pain in my neck” I said rubbing it “I can have my nurse come out and take a look at it if ya want” He said “No it’s fine” I said now eating my food “Y/n” Elvis spoke softly “Have you made up your mind ?” He asked “About the date ?” I said “Have ya?” He said “Yes I’ll go but I get to pick” I said “I’ll take you where ever you like” He said with smile “I know a place were you get to cook your own food it’s by the strip” I said “Sounds good to me” He said “Great! We should go at 5 then” I said “Okay that’s fine” He said I finished my food now getting a coffee, I went to my room now getting a better look at my neck I remembered everything from last night his face the way it changed I know he would never hurt me but I liked it I enjoyed it and scares me because I do. The day went by horribly fast I taken a long shower letting my sore neck hit the shower I was prepared for tonight and whatever Elvis had up his sleeve I gotten up the shower wrapped in a towel “Seriously you don’t have keep coming in here” I said “Just checking on you that’s all” He said “I’m fine” I said getting a outfit from the closet “Are you sure?” He asked “I’m sure” I said “I remember everything that had happened last night and I’m okay with it” I added “Okay with me drinking from you?” He asked “Yes I’m okay” I think it was the most sexiest thing ever “How did you turn?” I asked “I can’t say right now but I will soon once I know I can trust you” He said “You can trust me, I know I can trust you” I said going in the bathroom to change “I just wanna know for sure” He said though the door I finished getting ready “You should go get dress, I’ll meet you in the lobby” I said “See you soon” He said with smile, I called Kat “I have a date tonight” I said “What? You said yes” She said with surprise “Yea I am I don’t just wanna work” I said “Have fun and don’t let him drink from you again you don’t know if he can handle a lot” She said with concern “I won’t I trust him” I said “Just call once you come back” She said “Okay talk to you later” I ended the line, I finished my makeup I rung the penthouse “Hey Jerry is Elvis ready ?” I said “He just had left to your room” He said “Oh okay thanks for letting me know bye” I said, Elvis had knocked on the door I opened to see his tall tanned body he had a nice brown jumpsuit with his chest out “Are you ready ?” He asked “I am” I said grabbing my bag “You look beautiful” He said “Thank you” I said he held out his hand I took it we walked out the hotel in style we both had on brown “Have a good time out Mr. Presley” The worker said “No doubt” He said, We made our way to the restaurant “Thank you for coming out with me” Elvis said “It’s no problem considering I let you drink from me”

Elvis had a smirk “Yeah whatever” He said laughing, We got to the restaurant it wasn’t to packed We found the perfect spot in the back of the restaurant “So tell me more about yourself” Elvis said “Well one thing I don’t like to play games with anyone but like I’ve said before I love cooking my parents used to work a lot and I was the youngest cooking for me and my siblings” I said “I know how to cook a bit, my mom used to cook for me and my dad a lot” He said “I remember her she was so beautiful” I said “Yeah she was my bestest girl so beautiful I really didn’t know how to deal with death at the time” He said “Is that why you turned ?” I asked “One of em” He said “Did it hurt ?” He looked at me for a moment “No it felt like I was at peace and I am now” He said “Well that’s good wouldn’t want anything to happen to you now” I said with smile, Elvis and I gotten to understand each other a little more I understood why he acted the way he did he gotten hurt so many times by the people he gave his love to “Elvis has troubles with women ?” I said “Not yet I hope” he said with a chuckle “I hope so to” I said “How about you ?” He asked “I don’t sleep with men like that I’m just to myself I think that’s why nobody goes for me” I said with honesty “I like a girl that’s independent minding her own while loving ya that really turns me on” He said “Well Elvis let’s go on a search for a independent women” I said “No I think I found her already” He said it’s me. “It’s me isn’t it” I said “You aren’t the only one I have eyes for” He said with a cocky smile “Oh sure” I said “Believe me honey I bet I would have all the women in here falling for me” He said “Here we go again with the cockiness” I said “You like it I know you do” He was right I love the mean guys. “Maybe so” I said, the food was finally here we could pick our seasoning as well “What’s that?” Elvis asked “It’s just garlic vampires can’t eat that?” I said jokingly “We can eat just about anything” He said “A little garlic won’t hurt you” I said I added the garlic to the steak with pepper “May I cook it ?” He said “Yea sure” I said passing him the fork I watched him cook the steak he was so gorgeous “It smells great” I said “it’s gonna taste great I tell ya that” He said I could tell he was focused on the steak “What’s the plan after this?” I asked “Whatever you want” he said looking up at me “I could go for a ice cream” I said “And I could for you” He said jokingly “Stop being so flirty” I said, The steak was done Elvis and I was quick to eat “I enjoyed this” Elvis said “I thought I’d be bored but it’s a nice place” He said “I used to come here with my grandparents before my grandpa passed away it was our go to spot” I said reminiscing “I bet he was nice would have loved to meet him” He said “Oh he used to love you he swore he’d see you someday walking around in Vegas he’d tell us stories on how you changed the world” I said honestly “Tell me more” He said with surprise “He went to your concerts in the 50’s he loved everything you did it was amazing me you know how you changed the world and music” I said “I’m glad you think so” He said “You know what I’m ready for some ice cream” ���Me to let’s go” Elvis had paid leaving a big tip for the waitress we found the nearest Ice cream spot “This better then I expected” Elvis said fucking up the ice cream “Its good” I said, And that was our date I had a good time “I had a nice time tonight” I said getting into the limo “Me as well, better then I expected since you can be mean” He said “I am not mean I think I’m honest” I said he rolled his eyes “I guess so” he said getting in. We gotten to the hotel we made our way into the penthouse “I was thinking we could watch a movie or something” I said “A movie seems good to me” We made our way into Elvis’s room which was clean surprisingly he turned on the Tv lurking through the channels “Mind if I use the bathroom real quick?” I shock my head no “I’ll look for a movie” I said grabbing the remote.

I found one of his movies he did that was playing “Change of Habit” His last movie I actually seen this before in theaters with a few friends “Oh hell turn this off” Elvis said shyly “No it’s a great movie” I said turning my head to face him “I’m not kidding it was awful during the filming” He said “I bet, you were gone for months” I said “Yea I forget you had just started working for me” He said as he sat on the bed “Yea I remember” I said I was fresh outta college and needed some money to pay for my apartment at the time. We gotta right into the movie as the phone had rung Elvis had gotten up I put my attention back on the movie

“Hey uh Y/n” He said I turned “I gotta run, Jerry wants to go see a show” He said with a smirk on his face “The strip club?” I said realizing He cleared his throat “Yea just for a little while I think, How about we hang out tonight?” He said “Yea that’s fine” I said I gotten up grabbing my bag “I’ll see you later then” I said “I’ll come to your room if you okay with that” He said “That’s fine, See you later” I said walking out. I walked around the lobby looking for something fun to do but I was shorta sad I wanted to hang out with Elvis since It was an off day. I called Kat “Hey! How was the date ?” She asked “It was great I had a good time” “Did Elvis try anything slick?” She said “Kinda I mean we both did” I said “Anything else happen?” She asked “Well he told me there’s for vampires here then Memphis” I said “Oh hell, that means we aren’t safe” She said “Yeah, no more night outs I guess” I said with a sigh “Hey! He can take us sometime” She said “Oh yea you’re right!” I had ended my conversation with Kat now relaxing in my room. It was now evening and I gotten in the shower After I finished my shower I wrapped myself in a towel and I heard a soft knock at the door I quickly made my way to the door “You missed me?” Elvis said with a cocky smile “No not at all” I said rolling my eyes “You gonna invite me in or what?” He said I moved out the way now closing the door “Had a fun time out?” I said making my way to my closest “Yea met a couple of pretty girls I tell ya that” He said laughing to himself “I don’t get it” I said “Get what?” He asked “How every woman is breaking their bones for you” I said turning to face him “You just haven’t had sex with me yet” He said with a smirk. “Hmm I doubt it” I said crossing my arms “Wanna bet?” Elvis said “No! I like to take things slow” I said “We could take things real slow baby only if your up to” He said he had me convinced but I felt like this wouldn’t end well for me I want a relationship someone to love not just for sex. “Are you being serious with me?” I asked “I’m serious” He said “You wouldn’t hurt me ? Even after we have sex?” I asked “No of course not” He said with such a low sweet tone “Okay I trust you after all your just a man” He looked at me for a moment "What do you mean" He said "I trust you and but I wouldn’t be shocked if you wanted or didn’t to be with me after this" I said boldy "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me a few days ago “Well a few days ago you were an asshole so don’t be surprised I can’t never make up my mind” I said going into the bathroom “Well I’m going to go shower so come up whenever your mind is made up” He said, My made was made up I was going to just have sex with him only! no feeling attached I hope I put on a lingerie set I had brought with me and a robe I made my way up to his penthouse opening the doors going to his room the shower was on I waited… Elvis knew she going to come up he knew she couldn’t resist him he had set up a few candles to keep it nice and dim in the room, The shower had turned off I was nervous for what was about to go down “I see you came” I heard him say nearly had me shocked“Yea I came” I said turning to look at him “So what now” I said “Whatever you want” He said with a smile I gotten up making my way over to him I stood infront of him “Well this isn’t awkward at all” I said “You are the one making it awkward” He said with a little laugh “Oh shut up” I said kissing him his lips were tasteful they’re soft like pillows I was expecting it “Didn’t see that coming” He spoke “Stop talking” I said I kissed him again

I felt his hands wrap around me I felt safe I felt comfortable enough to touch him I felt his huge cock through his robe I looked at him with excitement “Ready?” He said “Not just yet” I said I untied his robe now kneeling to my knees he wasn’t wearing anything I admired his body I started to rubbed my hands against his chest I slowly started to rub his cock I heard him groan “Don’t tease” He said I started to jerk him off slowly I cupped my hands spitting in them now rubbing his length slowly while looking up at him seeing those beautiful eyes of his “You can use your hands well” He said with a crooked smile “Mhm” I said I took him by surprise I put him in my mouth I took him off in my mouth then I let out a “Pop” “Jeez baby” The noises we both made filled the room It felt a electric stock and it was buzzing all through me I couldn’t believe this at all “Ready” I snapped outta of it He was on his knees in front of me I wanted to take a picture of this so it can last forever but I couldn’t get to into my feelings this is only sex I reminded myself, He rubbing his finger through my folds the cold air of the penthouse hitting my cunt giving me chills then I felt the warmth of him licking my clit I gripped the sheets I wasn’t expecting this I could tell he was hungry for it he wanted this, Y/n knew I’ve wanted this but I wanted to tease her for missing with me from the last couple of days.

I entered a finger in her wet cunt to get her reaction “Oh fuck” She moaned out my finger curled inside of her to send her over the edge like she did me “Elvis” She screams out I wanted to see if she knew how to squirt “Can you squirt?” He asked she looked at him for a moment and then she nods “Yes I taught myself” She said “Good” He curled his fingers back inside her feeling around he wanted to make her beg for it he slowly went faster then stop then he did it again “Stop teasing” She said with a whine “I’m just curious, on why you want me now I’m thrilled to find out” He smirked “Because” He did that eyebrow thing again were he looks like a dummy “Because what?” He curled his finger inside of her again “Don’t be an asshole” I frowned at him I just wanted to get this over with “No more talking please” I said “Alright then” He kneeled down on the floor now licking my sweet cunt he was skilled very he was sending me in a wave of pleasure “I’m so close” I moaned out he gotten up hovering over me “I know you couldn’t resist me no one can” He had that cocky smile that triggered something in my brain once again I didn’t like it I pushed him off of me “What’s that supposed to mean ?” I said folding my arms “Nothing baby” He said “I thought you were better then that” I said getting up finding my clothes “What’s the problem huh? I was only kidding” He said trying to ease his way back in “You and your cockiness can go to hell” I said going into the bathroom to change I let myself get attached to this man without me even realizing it “Y/n I’m sorry I was only joking will you come out” He spoke differently this time “Only if you promise to not joke like that” I said he knew I was a sensitive person he already knows how to make me upset and I hated it. I walked out the bathroom “I apologize if this was to much for you I’m sorry we can act like it never happened I’ll leave you alone” He said tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear something was pulling me into him like magnet I looked over at the bed that looked so comfy “It’s okay I just overthink to much” I said looking back at him “Me as well don’t worry” He said “I’m sorry if I over reacted” I said “It’s okay” He said almost like a whisper “We can still be close like we’ve been” I said “That’s fine with me” He said “Well we could watch a movie” I said not wanting to end a conversation like that with him especially because I feel bad. We ended up having a movie night I couldn’t do sex with him yet especially after that comment he made it really hurt my feelings because that isn’t all I see him as “sex symbol” I see him as his own man his own person with cares and flaws but I couldn’t explain this all to him if I wanted to. I ended up staying the night with him I was to tired to move. I woke up hearing Jerry’s and Elvis’s voice only god knows what time is it I rolled outta the bed trying to find a robe or something I walked out to see Elvis and his men playing a game of pool well I was stuck here it was awkward enough between me and Elvis so I closed the door back and laid down turning on the clock setting 3am I didn’t realize it was this late but I wanted to call Kat “Hey! I’ve been waiting on your call” She said “I know I was asleep and I didn’t have sex with Elvis if that’s what you’re thinking” I said “Wait what happened?” She said “Nothing I just don’t feel comfortable enough yet” I said "Well did he overreact?" She asked "No we both agreed it was to much we want to understand each other more" I said "Just fuck already" She said "No not just yet" I said with a groan she wasn't listeing to me the door had opened "I'll call you in the morning" I said "Okay night Y/n" Kat said I ended the line and turned my head to see Elvis standing in the doorway "Wanna have a drink with me and the guys?" He asked "It's already to late I need to go back to my room" I said trying to avoid him "Well okay you are free to go" He said with a smile, I gotten to my room falling asleep… once again to hide what I was really thinking..

(what do you guys thinks going to happen next)

[thebeatles-world]

Hi I love all your imagines and stories so much! Do you think you could possibly do a sequel or something to Picture Perfect? Hope you get better soon!!

Thank you! And yes! Here’s to all who have been waiting patiently for part 2!! I’m so sorry if this sucks, I’m having a bit trouble in my relationship lately but writing for you guys helps me cope with it ❤️

Perfect Picture: Part 2

You and Ringo have been going out for a while now. Even though you and Ringo (aka your new man) have tried to keep it private… somehow the paparazzi always found out and took snapshots of you guys walking down the street or when you and Ringo hopped into a taxi.

According to the press, Elvis gave his honest thoughts of what he thought about The Beatles.

A while back Elvis was honestly worried about The Beatles being more popular than him and he ended up being right. The Beatles were getting more popular than him. They even sold more records than he ever did. Elvis considered The Beatles a threat to his own popularity.

Now that The Beatles were stealing his popularity, it made it worse when one of the members from The Beatles dated the love of his life which was Y/N L/N…

Elvis was not happy about it. He felt like The Beatles were stealing everything that he had.

You have recently started your own cookbook since you were a big fan of cooking and eating. Food was your passion.

Not that long ago, Grace started her own cookbook as well. You didn’t think too much of it.

Then you wrote a biography of your life and of course you added Ringo Starr in it since he was your boyfriend. You wrote a whole chapter of how you guys met, how much you loved him, how he helped you heal from the breakup with you and Elvis, how sweet The Beatles were when you first met them and how much Ringo made you happy.

Ringo was there by your side while you wrote it. He was actually really supportive of your book.

Later that week, your book got so many sold copies that your book was the number one hit in the U.S and in other countries.

Not that long after your book was a huge hit, Grace started her own ‘’bio’’ book as well but it wasn’t a huge hit like yours. It was noticeable that she was copying you and the fans noticed it too as well as the press.

If you wore a white dress out in public, the next day Grace would wear one too. If you had your hair curly, Grace would have hers done too the next day.

It was like as she was trying to keep up with you through magazines, the public eye, interviews, live conferences on T.V

You did get a little annoyed with her but you were really nice not to say anything about it in the public eye. Instead you went on with your day and spended a lot of time with Ringo.

A few months later, you and Ringo went to the next step of your relationship. You guys moved in together to a big mansion together. You two were really excited to move in together.

Honestly when you came into Ringo’s life, you made a huge influence on him. He was so happy with you and he couldn’t stop talking about you in interviews and he always blushed when his bandmates teased him about you two.

One night a week after you and Ringo moved in together, he decided to pick up a nice dinner meal for you and him on his way home from the studio. You couldn’t wait to hear about the new album that Ringo and his bandmates were working on.

You sat on the couch and read a book while you waited for Ringo to come home.

Suddenly you heard the doorbell rang.

‘’That’s weird… We don’t expect any company.’’ You said to yourself in confusion.

You closed your book and headed to the front door.

‘’Um… who is it?’’ You said as you opened the door.

You didn’t expect to see your ex-boyfriend Elvis standing there at your front door, at your new place holding your favorite flowers in his hands.

‘’Elvis? What are you doing here? What are you doing at my new place?’’ You exclaimed.

‘’Y/N I just wanna say I’m sorry for everything… I should have never taken you for granted. I’m so sorry baby. Why did I treat you badly? I’m such a fool. Please give me a second chance. I know I haven’t been the best. I know I hurt you badly. I have been walking in a trance since we broke up. ‘’ Elvis’s voice cracked.

‘’Oh Elvis. I can’t. I’m with Ringo. He makes me happy. I love him so much.’’ You started to say but you looked at Elvis who seemed to have a sad look on his face as you explained to him how much you loved Ringo.

‘’But I won’t forget about all the memories we had together, we had wonderful memories together. You may have been my first love and I will never forget that. You will always be in my heart no matter what Elvis.’’ You softly patted his shoulder.

‘’Besides you have Grace don’t you? She makes you happy right? You should be giving her those flowers instead of me.’’ You told him.

‘’Grace is just… too…’’ Elvis began and then stopped.

‘’You know Y/N, you're right. I should move on. But just always know that I will always love you.’’ Elvis said to you.

You looked into his sad blue eyes and nodded sadly.

‘’That’s right Elvis. You will always mean a lot to me as a person. Good luck in life.’’ You smiled sadly.

Even though you loved Ringo with all your heart, Elvis will always hold a special place in your heart and it still tug on your heart just seeing Elvis again. Especially talking to him about how he will always mean a lot to you.

‘’Thank you Y/N.’’ Elvis said and before you knew it, he placed his lips against yours.

‘’I’ll see you… one day… maybe never again.’’ He said as he walked away.

You were too stunning to speak. You couldn’t believe that Elvis kissed you. You didn’t have time to react or to even slap him for doing that. It just happened so fast that you felt like everything around you was spinning.

Oh no… What if Ringo finds out…? You thought.

*** if this gets enough likes or comments, I’ll post part 3 of the series***