#plus elvis

[manny-jacinto]

BAZ LUHRMANN’S FILMOGRAPHY IN 30 YEARS (1992-2022)

[ranaissingle]

Right Here

Masterlist

Summary: The reader and Austin spend a day at home when the Oscar nominations come out and the reader comforts an insecure Austin the day before. Rating: T (it is straight fluff and I eat that shit up) Pairings: Austin x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.8k A/N: I haven't posted in like a week bc I couldn't find inspiration but I need more soft Austin content to think about so this is what you guys get instead of Coffee or Tea Pt. 5 lol (Which is the last part by the way and I am currently suffering from writer's block so I'm doing this to distract myself. ) Reader has almost no body descriptors like race, body parts, weight, etc.

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Austin had been counting the days until the Oscar nominations and had run himself ragged in the process. He googled when they would be released at least 4 times a day and consulted his manager about the likelihood of his nomination in the time between. As much as Austin tried to convince himself he didn't care, he hadn't fooled anyone; not even himself.

You were content to watch him at first and assumed it was a natural part of being an actor; you weren't sure what you could do to ease his stress, to begin with. But after the dreaded day drew nearer, Austin's anxiety had shot through the roof and multiplied tenfold. You couldn't bare to watch him wallow in his own misery or stress himself out any longer. So the afternoon before the Oscar nominations were to come out and Austin's anxiety was at an all-time high, you would make your move.

You had planned a delicious at-home dinner followed by a movie and a relaxing day in bed. You had prepared a delicious bolognese sauce with mini bowtie pasta (Austin's favorite) accompanied by a tasty fruit cake for dessert.

You had really outdone yourself.

Austin was due to come back from the day's interview at 6:45 which was perfect for dinner at 7.

You had just finished lighting the dinner candles and switching off the lights when Austin tumbled into the door looking worn out and stressed to high heaven.

You walked up to the door to take his coat and kiss his cheek.

"Welcome home love, how was work?" This had become a routine; Austin would tumble in, you would take his coat, kiss his cheek, and then ask how his day was. That routine was one of Austin's few consistencies in his hectic life and he looked forward to your soft smile and breathy voice during his entire commute home.

"It was alright darlin' how was yours?", he placed his hand on your waist and drew you closer.Just as Austin finished his question to you, it seemed he noticed the lack of fluorescent lighting in the apartment.

"What's up with all the lights not being o-" He set his eyes on the dinner table set with the best dishware and china, the long thin candles lit in the middle, and the unopened bottle of red wine occupying the end of the table.

"You've been so stressed lately and it's taking a toll on your health," you reached up to place your hand on his cheek and swiped your thumb over the discolored skin under his eyes.

"I'm worried about you is all, so I made us dinner and I have a movie qued for us to watch after." Austin gradually wrapped his arms tighter and tighter as you spoke. Eventually, his head landed in your neck and you felt his breaths tickling your clavicle.

"Thank ya darlin' I love ya so much, ya know that?" His voice was ragged. Austin loved being taken care of, but he wouldn't tell anyone that and you loved taking care of him. It was a win-win situation.

You pulled your face away from him to grasp his hands in yours and lead him to the table.

"Darlin this smells delicious, did ya make pasta?"

"Just how you like it, my love." Austin's smile was breathtaking and he looked more alive in that moment than he had in the 2 weeks before.

Austin pulled out your chair before walking around to the table to pull out his own. He tried the pasta and all but moaned in approval.

"Darlin' this is amazing! I swear you cook this better each time." You were glad the hours spent over the stove reducing the sauce with spices and herbs had the desired effect.

"I'm glad you like it Austin! I called up my mom to get some better tips for making a meat sauce. I'm glad the work paid off." You giggled as Austin continued to shovel spoon after spoon of the delicious pasta into his mouth.

Dinner went by pleasantly with both of you conversing about whatever came to mind. Both your legs were intertwined under the table and Austin fidgeted with your hand where it rested on the table.

You both made it through the main course accompanied by the wine and when it came time for dessert, Austin decided he wanted to spoon-feed you the fruit cake as a 'thank you' for all the hard work you had put in to prepare a delicious meal for him.

Austin had been drained and tired for what felt like an eternity but it seems an afternoon with you and a home-cooked meal was all he needed to recover.

Austin had asked you three times to let him help you with the dishes but you had profusely refused and all but shoved him into your bedroom as you told him to relax and kissed his forehead.

"I can take care of the dishes myself and I'll just be putting them in the dishwasher anyway." You waved your hand to emphasize how light the work would be.

Austin frowned but eventually let out an "Alright darling whatever you say." accompanied by a heavy sigh and a 'thank you' kiss on your temple.

You did the dishes in record time because you wanted to spend some time with Austin before his eventual crash. He wasn't going to last through the whole movie as was evident by his eye bags and already drooping eyelids.

You crossed the living room and opened the door to your shared bedroom. Austin had changed into his pajamas and was tucked under the covers while he read one of his mystery novels.

"Hey, baby," you spoke as you entered the room and Austin perked up, "I was thinking, we can still watch the movie if you want but you're looking a little tired and I don't want to keep you up, especially when you need all the rest you can get. So, what do you choose?"

"Could we just cuddle and go to sleep? I am feelin' pretty tired." He tilted his head in the most endearing way as he asked and you were happy to satisfy his request.

You crawled into the bed and opened the blanket and your arms to invite Austin into a hug. His smile was breathtaking as he practically threw his book onto the nightstand and shimmied under the sheets to get closer to you.

His head found purchase in your neck yet again and his arms wrapped around you to hold your hips in his embrace. You settled one hand on his back to rub circled on his spine while the other raked its way through his soft locks. You knelt your head down to whisper how proud you were of him, how much you loved him, and how he had nothing to worry about because he was guaranteed an oscar nomination tomorrow. He kissed your necks over and over as you spoke and only buried himself further into your form when you finished speaking.

The dim street lights reflecting into the room and the lavender diffuser you had on at all times calmed Austin. He eventually relaxed in your embrace and spoke a mumbled "I love you" before finally nodding off.

"I love you more."

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The sunlight streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and illuminated the room with a soft and warm light. The both of you were still fast asleep in the position you had slept in the night before; although Austin seemed to be nestled impossibly closer to you. He had fallen asleep in record time and had not woken up in a cold sweat once during the entire night. His dreams were filled with mundane days spent at home and your smile took center stage in his every thought.

Alas, although you and Austin had both forgotten what day today was, his manager had not been so lucky. The Oscar nominations had been released in the early morning and you both had slept ever soundly through it. Taylor, Austin's manager, had been awake at the crack of dawn refreshing her inbox and the official oscar website. As soon as the nominations dropped, she picked up her cell to call Austin. It took her 4 attempts before your sleep-ridden voice made its way into her receiver.

You picked the phone up to your ear and mumbled a broken

"Hello?"

" OH MY GOD THANK GOODNESS SOMEONE ANSWERED. AUSTIN GOT THE NOMINATION!" Her voice blared into your ear making you wince and pull the phone away from your face.

"What??? Are you serious Taylor??!!" You tried to keep your voice soft so as to not wake Austin before you confirmed the news.

"YES, THE NOMINATIONS WERE RELEASED A FEW MINUTES AGO!"

"Okay, I'll tell Austin! He is still asleep so I'll have to wake him up." Said man was still tucked into your neck but had begun to stir.

"Pleeeeeease do, he has been waiting for this nomination for so long and you and I both know he deserves it."

"I know Taylor, thank you for calling so many times it would have been a shame if we missed this."

After ending the phone call, you put the phone down and wrapped your arms back around Austin while leaning your mouth into his ear and running your hand down his back.

"Austin baby, you have to wake up love. We can't sleep in any longer." Austin stirred but did not fully wake up. You stroked his back again before using your words to coax him up into the world of the awake.

Austin's facelifted slowly out of your neck to turn to where the light was streaming into the room and he placed his head over your heart while he slowly woke up.

"Austin, Taylor just called." You felt him tense his arms around you as he braced himself for the bad news. You just wrapped your arms tighter around him and whispered, so softly he barely heard you at all

"You did it, my love, you got nominated for best actor by the Oscars. Out of so many actors, they chose you! I'm so proud of you Austin, you worked so hard and you did it, baby. You did it, my love."

Austin's choked sobs were palpable in the room.

"I did it? A-are you serious? I actually got nominated?" He had picked his head up from your chest and sat up to look at you.

Taking his face in between both your hands you gazed into his eyes.

"Yes, you did Austin. Believe it and live it because you deserve it. All your hard work has paid off and I will always be right here for you, for as long as you'll have me."

Austin's teary eyes and blissful smile made your heart flutter in a way you never knew was possible.

Never in your life had you loved someone like you loved Austin.

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This got very sappy very fast but I can't say that I'm mad at it. I also think that Austin probably needs a lot of assurance right now just like the rest of us. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

[elvisabutler]

mess dress

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( army era ) x female plus size reader word count: 2323 warnings: thigh riding. uniform kink. mild innocence kink. public play-ish. implications for future p in v sex. author’s note: welcome to day 7 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, uniform kink with elvis presley x reader. so fun fact i've had this 95 percent finished since friday. i have also been without internet because construction knocked out my internet for the weekend. however this is done now. so this erred accidentally into a sort of public play kink thing as well. hopefully y'all enjoy it regardless. this is sort of a sequel to called ya, didn't i? but you don't have to read it for this to make sense, necessarily. i do really want to hear how y'all feel about my fics and i know i don't always reply to comments but reading them delights me so much. as always imagine who you'd like i'm not picky.

You're no stranger to Army functions, little soirees that you shouldn't be invited to but you are because your Daddy's always loved showing you off even as there were whispers about how it wasn't proper that his daughter's waist didn't taper just so. But being at one when you're involved with Elvis Presley- well, that's another thing entirely. It's one thing to be on your Daddy's arm and another to be on your boyfriend's arm knowing how that arm feels wrapped around your waist as you do things very good army brats shouldn't do.

The thing is, you want to think Elvis is willing to stay with you, you want to think he's a good man even if all the papers and the press think he's cavorting around with every girl in Europe. And he's been proving it with every innocent date and every not so innocent moment where you cry out for release as his fingers play you better than any guitar. Elvis wants to be with you and even as things are winding down in Europe, he's whispering jokes and plans about asking your Daddy if it's alright for him to whisk you away to Memphis.

"Told 'im I'd take real good care of ya. No funny business, either. Not 'less I got a ring on your finger."

After hearing that, you almost swooned like you were a Victorian maiden, the rush from hearing those simple words— that simple potential promise had your mind whirring and your heart thumping a quicker beat than it ever had in your life. Never mind that you and him already had indulged in some funny business, it was all the kind that could be hidden. Not the kind that had you filling out dresses and telling your Daddy he's got a grandbaby on the way.

Hearing that put your mind at ease and allowed you to dream a little of a future with Elvis. It allowed for a picture to be painted of you at Graceland or in Hollywood, maybe with a child or two— and a world where you might still be told you don't look proper for a woman but there's gotta be something about you that's got Mr. Presley all shook up and stuck on you. Saying yes to Elvis about going to the function was easy after that even if you had to tell him that he didn't have to get you a dress despite his arguments for doing just that.

"I-I jus' wanna show 'em how pretty my girl is. Tell 'em what they missed out on. Show Charlie I can get me a ree-spec-tuh-bull girl." He had teased, hands against your hips as he kissed your neck in front of your mirror.

Your hands should have swatted at his arms and you should have told him to keep his hands on your waist but instead you moved your hands to lay on top of his and smiled. "You will, Elvis. I'll pick something pretty and we'll have pretty pictures to look at. You'll probably even have one to take home."

A look flitted across Elvis's face that you couldn't quite put a name to and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at it before he shook his head. "Yeah, I can have a picture. Just— I mean it, baby, I'm gonna show ya off. Tell 'em I like ya wit' or without all this dressin' up."

It's practically comical the way you and Elvis look at each other the moment you open the door to see him standing there in his full dress uniform. You've seen him in uniform before and had told him rightfully that seeing him in it did something to you between your legs but seeing him like this? All ironed pants and dressed without a hint of a flaw had your mouth watering as your eyes traced over every inch of him, settling embarrassingly on the subtle bulge between his legs. You've felt it before but to see it look like it's starting to rise to the occasion just from looking at you right now in those slacks has your breath escaping from your lungs in a quiet whine.

Not that your boyfriend was any better, taking in the way your dress outlined your chest and your hips and practically shimmered in the light. You matched his dress uniform almost to a tee with a little feminine flair. Your mother is the one who comes upon the two of you staring at one another and tuts quietly, shooing you out the door with a shawl and a yell about how Elvis needs to bring you home before a certain time. You don't dare speak until Elvis enters the other side of his car and sets a hand on your clothed thigh.

"Honey— ya tryin' to kill me? 'Cause it's workin'. Didn't know ya—" He starts before you silence him with a kiss and a shy smile.

"I had it specially made. Thought tonight deserved something special, since you said you'd show me off, remember?" You bite your lip, knowing full well you're probably ruining your lipstick. What you're saying is the truth but a part of you, a small part that's listened to a friend or two who thinks Elvis is so sweet on you that he might want to marry you thinks this was the perfect outfit to prove you're the sort of girl who can be Mrs. Presley. All sophistication and charm that a good boy— a good man like him needs.

"I- I do. Now I'm thinkin' everyone's gonna be tryin' to steal ya from me if I show ya off. Lord, darlin'. Make a man wanna—" His breath comes out in a rush, a puff of air that moves a surprisingly errant curl from his head as you giggle.

"Maybe later? Before you take me home?" The words are questions but from the way you look at Elvis you know that he catches your meaning. That you want him to do something to you as much as he wants to do something to you. Truthfully just looking at the buttons of his uniform and every single detail on it has you clenching your legs together— forgetting that Elvis's hand is right there until he groans as he starts the car.

"Gonna be the death o'me," he mutters only to hear you laugh again and say three simple words in French.

"La petit mort."

You both know it's a little improper to have you sitting on Elvis's lap, but the night's been winding down ever so slowly and Elvis— can get away with things other men can't. Sure, this might get back to your Daddy but it's not as if he doesn't already have an inkling that Elvis is head over heels in love with you. You haven't ended up with a baby in your belly yet and that's— well, that's as good as he can hope for when it comes to the pair of you, he figures. He'll allow it as long as he can think his daughter is as pure as can be. Besides, Charlie is very good at covering for you and Elvis when things look a little more salacious than they should. Right now as Elvis's leg keeps bouncing between your thigh, you figure you'll get use out of those skills yet tonight.

The conversation is one you're not fully paying attention to, having heard half these things a million times over as you've grown up but when you feel the brush of warm air against your ear your eyes widen just a hair.

"Fallin' asleep on me, darlin'? Gonna leave me to talk to everyone by myself?" His whisper is low and inviting in a way that has you shivering just slightly as his arm grips your waist a little tighter. "That woke ya up?"

You don't trust your voice just yet especially when you feel Elvis's leg jiggling between your thighs, his knee brushing against your clit with almost every movement. Your only answer is a small hum as you smile at other people.

Elvis flashes a charming grin as he shifts both of you, allowing the bottom of your dress to cover his leg entirely and exposing your underwear covered vagina to his knee. He bounces experimentally and watches as your eyes widen and you let out a soft whimper that you quickly cover with a cough, your chest bouncing from the effort. Your thighs try and tighten around his leg in an effort to stop the bouncing only for his hand to grip your hip, reveling in the way it feels underneath his grip.

"Elvis," you hiss, turning to look at him after one particularly intense bounce as your nipples hardening in your bra and has you starting to soak through your undergarments. "What are you doing?"

"Ya been eyein' me up like a piece of meat all night, baby. Know that place 'tween ya legs has been achin' somethin' fierce 'cause of it. Didn't think ya wanted to wait. Jus' in case I gotta rush ya home." He explains like it makes all the sense in the world and you find it's hard to argue with him over it even as you know how bad this looks.

"But we're in public. Just because I wanna rip your uniform off doesn't mean we need to—" you start only to have him brush against that spot earning a bitten back whine and a grind down from you. "Elvis— oh."

It shouldn't be pleasurable, your fear of being caught and the potential shame should stop you from doing this but the only thing it's stopping you from doing is ripping off Elvis's uniform that you've seen on a million men before but none of them have been him. Maybe it's the way you had seen the bulge between his legs pressing against his pressed slacks or maybe it's because he was all dressed up to take you somewhere. To show you off. Whatever the reason was, you don't stop Elvis from moving his leg, from bouncing it just so in a way that has your vision starting to blur and has your nails digging into his other thigh in order to keep quiet.

"Gonna make a mess of us, ain't ya? Gonna stain my uniform, darlin'? Make it so I gotta tell everyone I had a lil sweat on my knee?" He mutters his filthy words against your ear and you nod as slow as you can as your eyes dart around the room and around your talking companions. Had any of them noticed what was going on?

"They ain't payin' attention. Ya a good girl, 'member? God, darlin' wanna see ya come apart in front of 'em. Do that for me, will ya? Do that and I'll ask ya daddy to marry ya tomorrow. I gotta or 'm gonna ruin ya 'fore I can."

You have to take a breath or five to be able to speak as his knee picks up speed. "You'll wear your uniform when you do? So I can see it again?"

The grin on his face is downright evil as he nuzzles your neck and places a kiss or two against it. "'Course. Jus' for you. Jus' to see ya get all hot 'n bothered 'bout it again. You gonna make a mess f'me, mama? Gonna show how I got the best girl 'round wit' ya plump yittle thighs and those big breasts a yourn? And that stomach that's softer than anythin' army issued?"

Any other time and you might feel a might bit embarrassed about the way you nod quickly. Truthfully you can feel a bit of shame when you catch the eye of one of the other women. Her eyes are a little widened and you— that should be your cue to stop but you're so close that you can't help but cast your eyes downward as Elvis follows where your eyes went.

"She's just wishin' it was her. Wishin' her date would do this to her. Don't— Don't be shy. I gotcha, darlin'. Let go f'me?"

Somehow the way he phases what is technically an order or a request as a question sends a jolt through your body and has you holding back noises that threaten to leave your mouth as you feel yourself coming. Feel that tension inside your lower belly finally release. You feel your body twitch ever so slightly as the pleasure rolls through your body as Elvis's arm tightens around you to keep you from slumping forward. Your chest heaves in the confines of your bra and your dress and Elvis's lips curl into a bit of a smirk against the back of your neck as you try and catch your breath without being too obvious. Against your backside you can feel Elvis's cock nudging you and with a bit of a smile you shift just so in order to hear him grunt.

"Are you two okay?" You both hear someone ask— maybe it's Charlie or maybe it's someone else, you're both not too sure but it prompts you to stand up, adjusting your skirt as you do and eyeing the sizable damp patch you've left on Elvis's leg in his uniform. His eyes look down before they widen and he pulls you back down to sit on it.

"We're— we're fine." A short answer said by both of you as the two of you exchange a look and you grab Elvis's hat to plop it on your head. The look Elvis gives you is filled with more love than you thought he was capable of even though you can see his still blown pupils and see the arousal lingering in those ocean blue eyes.

After a moment of staring you turn back to everyone and smile, "so what were we talking about? You've got both of us at attention."

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[moonshynecybin]

pussy facing the world

[keiossance]

Looking forward (and making it a known fact) to Carlos be the fucking bulldozer he will be to overtake his way (like the smooth operator of a title he truly deserve) towards the front, racing beside his teammate (boyfriend) and all until the last lap of the race.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

A king's true love.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x chubby reader

Summary: You were a maid, plain and simple, as your mother before you and your grandmother before her, you never dreamed about possibly catching the King's eye but it was already decided for you. The king wanted you as a concubine and his next queen.

Warning: Yandere/possessive Elvis, insecure reader, Bullying, Mean & Cruel Linda, Fat shaming, Crying, Smut (Of course ;).) Branding, Spanking, Biting, Heavy Breeding kink! Dirty talk, Public sex, Voyeurism, Pussy slapping, Praise, Choking, Creampies (Got to have that), Lost of virginity, Attempted murder, Murder, Love confessions.

Today started like every day for the past 15 years, you got up with the rest of the royal female staff, readied yourself for a hard day of working, making sure your uniforms were to perfection, and set to work. Normally you clean around the castle, fortunately enough for the royal physician you're passing by just when he needed someone to get herbs from the Garden, and here you were picking up herbs. Different shades of the color pink, violet, and blue herbs lay in your wooden basket, the sun shined brightly in the sky highlighting, the healthy grass and all the sort of flowers in a way even the gods would be envious of its heavenly glow.

You continued to pick up the plants when you heard a hiccup alike laughter and voices overlapping, the laugh was alluring like that of a siren, you searched for the source, and it came from the shape of your king, you had heard of the God-like Beauty of the king from giggling maidens. His eyes mesmerising with such happiness, his raven hair somewhat a lighter black in the Sunshine, and his smile, radiant like the sun and heavens above. Your heart stopped beating once his blue orbs set on yours, his smile wiped clean, and an unreadable look across his face.

You took that as a clue to departure. You sighed in relief, your heart returned to its rhythmic beating as you kneeled and grabbed a wet rag from the bucket of water. Your thoughts continued to circle around the king, you had heard the tales of his bewitching charm and his enchanting beauty but just as he was beautiful he was poisoning, his anger told to be destructive, explosive, and deadly. Was he gonna have you executed? For simply looking at him? You were..bigger than most of the women in the Palace, was he so disgusted by you, to just erase your existence? "I can hear your thinking from here." a light melodic voice spoke out, looking up you noticed Genevieve looking at you, a tiny smile on her rose pink pump lips, To say Genevieve was beautiful was an understatement, her body made men look twice, her long blonde hair, shiny and silk-like yellow silk, her green eyes like emeralds, it was hard to believe she was a maid, and not a far away princess. "O-Oh, yeah I was thinking about he-herbs that I got for the royal physician, that's why I was late. I have a hard time saying no." you smile back, Genevieve opened up her mouth to reply but decides against it as the sound of wicked laughter of the Queen's ladies in waiting sounded though out the halls and the click of heels on the expensive marble, you felt dread as the Queens heels stopped in front of you.

"Well, what do we have here? a piggy and a swan maid?" she snarled making her ladies laugh behind her "You missed a spot Miss Piggy." she pointed to an already clean sport and stepped on your hand, it took everything in you not to groan out in pain, she then used your hand as a stepping continue on her way. You hold your hand to your chest and watched her walk away, you breathed out and clean, ignoring Genevieve staring, later that day you had the physician bandage your bloody hand. The next day you awoke with some pain, but tolerable.

You were lacing your hair up into a bun when the head maid asked you to follow her, her crop whip in her old left hand, her natural scowl on her wrinkled, tired face. With each step, an intense sense of Doom made itself home in your very gut, neither of you spoke a word until you stopped at a door, tall, grand with white and golden engravings, and two unmoving, stoic guards stand on each side, They began to door the double door as the head maid finally spoke up "The king will see you now." her usual dead voice held an edge as she lightly flicked her whip, testing, daring you to go against the king will and his possible punishment, a secret desire to run away weaved itself in your mind but with your better judgment you did as you were told. The only sound left in the room after the guards shut the door was the scratching of the quill pen against the parchment paper, the king had yet to look at you, and the otherwise silence didn't help the race of thoughts, what had you done to offend your kingdom's beloved ruler? And what was to be your punishment? Was it to be harsh or worse? At least the king looked up, his blue orbs a dark electric, his pink plump lips stretched in a thin line, he pushed his hair back, some that landed in his face from looking down before he clasped his hands together in front of him and his elbows on the desk of his large study, his angelic eyes look you up and down with an unreadable emotion, if you didn't felt nervous before you surely did now. "You'll now be my personal maid, ya will follow me around, cleanin' after me, doin' errands for me and other things. You start today," he said standing up and walking to the door "Breakfast is probably done by now." he spoke, walking out the door once the guards opened the door, you following close behind.

Like he said wherever he went, so did you. Envious stares and whispered insults, from other maids, the ladies in waiting, and even the Queen herself, she, of course, had no promote insulting you to your face, behind the king, Elvis's— he has you call him— back. You couldn't bring yourself to care most of the time, you thought it would be tough since your first and second meeting with Elvis wasn't the best, he always made you feel comfortable around him, and he talked to you like you were his equal instead of below him and he made you laugh, he made you...happy. You could bear the consequences of being close to Elvis, you've come to love the man, even though it was forbidden and wrong, and you just didn't care. you awoke to cold glares like it has been for two weeks now and made your way to the King and the Queen's Chamber, one of your duties where to wake up the royal couple but luckily for you, you only had to wake up Elvis since the Queen and her ladies decided to take a bonding trip.

The room was dark with only a shred of light coming from the curtains of the large glorious window, a annoyed groan left Elvis, turning to his other side as you thrusted the curtains open, letting the sunlight brighten the magnificent room. "Elvis, your Majesty. It's time to wake up," you spoke softly walking to him and yanking off the blanket of his body, his chest was bare and his pants laid low on his hips, "Your majesty, get up." you gently shake up wake, his hand shot up, grasped your wrist and pulled you onto the king size bed, his legs straddled your hips and his hands pined your wrists down above your head"Don't wanna." he said simply, his lips laid claim to your neck, sucking and nibbling. "M-My king—" "Elvis." "Elvis what are you doing?" you stuttered "Taking what's mine," he growled bagen to kisses down your collarbone, you swallowed down a moan, this is wrong, you knew this was wrong, he was married, and of royal blood, you weren't even a noble. His hands knead your breasts, pulling, biting and sucking at your nipples lightly, with one hand he held your wrist, and the other travels along your bigger body, mapping out your dips and carves like a sculpture tracing their masterpiece with adoration, your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat as his hand stopped at your stomach, squeezing it, he gave your nipple a harsh suck then pulled away, a string of saliva followed before it snapped and his cyan orbs looked dazed. "So perfect." he slurred drunk on desire, he squeezed your stomach again "So perfect to carry and to protect, to provide for my heirs." His eyes darken at the thought of his little maid waddling around carrying his heirs, his children. Elvis couldn't take it anymore he need you like he need the very air to breathe, his fingers raced down to your cunt, checking if you were wet, and lord you were soaking, all ready to take your king's erection. "You're mine now. Do you understand, little maid?" he said, the hand that held your wrists now holding your cheeks, he looked at you expectingly "Y-yes!" you gasped as the head of his cock breached your core "Yes what?" he growled his hand wrapped around your neck, sheathing himself within you completely with one thrust "Yes my king!" you moaned, eyes falling closed from the feeling of your king's cock rubbing along your virgin walls with slow and shallow thrusts, letting you get accustomed his size.

"Look at me when I'm fucking you." Elvis hissed his thrusting speed up, delivering a quick slap to your clit making your eyes snap open for the painful yet pleasurable sensation "M-More." you begged, bucking your hips "Please fuck me harder, i-i can take it." "Goddamn vixen." he groaned, the large bed banged against the walls as he mercilessly pounded you, Deep, chest-rumbling growls left the man as his hand tighten around your neck, his eyes watching as your body jiggled from his rough fucking "You're fuckin' mine. anyone tries to take you, I'll kill them!" he groaned, throwing your legs on his shoulder, reaching a deeper angle, a deep that made your eyes roll back, a deep that his tip hit your cervix, driving you crazy with feverish ecstasy "Aw is my little maid getting cockdrunk?" he asked with that sexy signature smirk, you nodded dumbly barely registering his words. Elvis chuckled before letting out a moan, your pussy clenching as his thrusting became erotic "I gon' breed ya! Got a nice big load to fill your womb and you gonna give me a baby, isn't that right?" he panted, your coil snapped at his words and the overwhelming feels "Fuck!" you cried out "Please cum my king!" you begged "GODDAMN!!" he shouted as he fulfilled his promise.

You both pant as you came down from your highs, eyes gazing into each other with affection, with a groan, Elvis slowly pulled out and cuddled your plushy body closer to him, and in no time you fall asleep. You later woke up from a loud knock on the door, jolting up at the voice of the head maid, "Wake up!" you whisper shouted, shaking Elvis "What?! What's wrong?" he said sitting up "My king?" the elder maid called out "Oh, " he sighed before replying to her and putting on his Royal clothes "Today you won't follow me around, I have some things to do alone. If I need you I'll spend a guard" he kisses you softly and with that left you sitting in his bed as he performed his duties. You in the first in a while, clean around the Castle, judgmental and hateful stares followed your every movement. An hour in a guard came and led you to one of the many guestrooms, the doors closed behind you as you stepped in the room, and the head maid stood farther inside, head bowed "Come and sit child." her voice was surprisingly soft and gesturing towards a beautiful vanity, you hesitated for a second but needless sat down in front of the mirror, expensive perfume, makeup and a brush laid across the vanity, the elder maid picked up the brush, and started to fix your hair "From now on you can call Mildred dear" she said "The king has decided to make you his concubine and has ordered me to get you ready for your ceremony." she spoke up again and walked over to the large bed, picking up a hop golden shaped headpiece, cherry blossoms, pink leaves, and hanging pink pearls sat on it "His what?" you asked shocked looking at her through the mirror as she styled your hair with the elegant headpiece "His concubine, get up now" she backed you to follow to the bed were a beautiful glittery pink dress that of your size.

You took a deep breath in, hands gripping the skirt of your tailored dress, waiting for your clue. A different set of emotions raced inside you, shock, confusion, and..love.happiness "My lady!" Mildred hissed, catching your attention just as the guards begin to open the double doors of the throne room. You gulped as you walked to Elvis's throne, the palace staff's eyes pin to your back, and whispers filled the room, tugging at your ear but none reached you as your eyes solely focus on Elvis. He sat on his gold, black, and white throne, legs spread, his elbow on the armrest, trancing his lip while his other arm just rested on the armrest, and his eyes looking back at you with powerful intensely "My king." you kneeled before him and bowed your head, a pleased hum let him, as he stood up and looked to a blacksmith that stands beside a large golden bowl that held fire and a metal rod, the blacksmith looked back and nodded like he read the kings mind, sat the metal rod in the fire and then pulled out in a minute, you finally got to see was on the end; Elvis's name in fine cursive, the metal a bright glowing red as the blacksmith passed it to Elvis "Are you ready?" he asked you softly "Yes, I am." you smile at him and took in a sharp breath, Elvis noded, and pushes the burning rod on the skin of your collarbone, sharp shooting pain was all that you could feel, the pain had you gasped for air and clenched your fists, after want seemed like forever for you was only seconds. Elvis handed the rod back to the smith, helped you up, and smiled softly at you before addressing the crowd, declaring your new status and your now worth.

That night, Elvis spread a healing herb onto the brand, cooling the pain as you both sat on your bed in your new room, a candle lighting up the room, giving it a warm glow and a kiss goodnight later, you had fallen asleep in your lover's arms once again. It was a month when the queen came back, a month since you had become his concubine a month since the bullying got worst. Even though you were of higher status now that didn't stop the maids from leaving notes, and destroying the gifts Elvis would give you, despite Mildred, with who you had become close, who had become a second mother to you, pressuring you to tell the king, but you refused to bother him. It only worsened when the queen and her ladies come back, the Queen heard that Elvis had an official concubine she wasn't happy and to find out it was you, someone, of zero noble status well you could see the rage-filled plans behind that perfected fake smile. As a concubine, you had other duties besides bringing pleasure to the king like making appearances with the queen which was more of a game of how to torture you than getting along and getting to know each other.

Today Mildred helped you get ready for breakfast, she dressed you into a light blue dress that hadn't been destroyed yet and matching jewelry. She along with a guard that was assigned for your safety walked you to the large dining room, Elvis and the queen had already sat down, and plates of different kinds of food were placed on the 50-long tables in front of the three of you "Good morning your highness's" you bowed before sitting down on the left side of Elvis, the said king sat at the end of the table and the queen, Linda sat on his right "Please call me Linda my dear." Linda smiled with fake kindness as she always did in front of Elvis "Of course." you replied, "Good morning darlin'." Elvis looked at you lovingly a hint of lust as he took in your attire, one thing about the dress you adored it showcased your cleavage and he had no shame looking right there, the animalistic glint in his eyes made a growing patch of slick-filled your panties, even after all the time he had taken you he easily can make you burn with desire, Elvis without taking his eyes off you he snapped his fingers and pointed to the plates around him, quickly a maid grab them and put them on a cart "Come here pretty girl." he becked you over and you happily followed his order, once you stood before him, he put his hands on your hips as he laid kisses on the top of your breasts "Can't wait to have them filled with milk." he purred. You let out a yelp as he turned you and bend you over the table, flapping your dresses skirt on your back, letting him see your underwater "Alright wet for me pretty girl?" he teased and licked a stripe up your clothed pussy, tasting your slick through your soaked underwear before sliding them off you "Dont worry pretty girl, I'll get you nice and pregnant." he spoke softly as he pulled down his pants and underwear, his cock hard, and twitching to be inside you "Please..please my king, breed me." you begged as you look behind you, eyes looking into his with want, Elvis cursed as he slammed into you forcing out a cry from the hard thrust, you suddenly become aware of the several eyes that watched your show but you couldn't bring yourself to care as the table wobbled and shook, the plates and glasses clanged from Elvis hard thrusting, your cries and moans filled the room, your eyes looked up, catching Linda glaring at you with a chilling coldness "Fuck!" you mewled, a sharp slap to your swollen lips and clit brought you back to the mindblowing pleasure, the only thing you could think about, was his cock, and feeling his dick hitting all the right places with experience ease.

You weren't gonna last long and from the king's frantic pounding he wasn't either, with a loud moan Elvis painted your womb creamy white, and you follow soon after, softly moaning as he pulled out, his semen dripping out of you. After pulling your underwear back up, and straightening out your attire and hair, you began to eat like nothing had happened and ignored the stares. You still had to visit with the Queen when you all finished with breakfast while Elvis attended to his kingly duties. When both you and Linda had finished, and said your farewells to the king, the time of your visit with her, she was quiet, and if she said anything it was in four words or less, a coldness surround her, and you were afraid not once had she made fun of you, not once called you names, you feared what was going on in her head.

Turns out, you had every right to.

The bed was warm and inviting to your exhausted body, your love lay beside you on the side he claimed on your personal bed. Your brows frowned as a new weight sat on your body "Wake up little piggy." a women's voice hissed, your eyes shoot open as you felt a sharp point on your chest and your scream muffled "There is she, the home wrecker." Linda growled, pressing the shining dagger more onto your chest, causing a small trail of blood to leak "I don't get why he got so obsessed over a fat maid when he was me! I leave for a vacation and he makes you a concubine! You! But I have been too tolerant this ends now!" she shrieked, rising the dagger, your eyes shut close, you let out muffed wails, and waiting for your cruel end but it never came, a sudden grunt and a sound of bodies hitting the floor, metal clang against the marble, a struggle and finally a scream before it got silent, you look to the noise and the image of Elvis stabbing Linda over and over again with enraged flames in his eyes, blood splattered everywhere, blood covering Elvis's hands and coating the floor. Elvis leaned back panting after he finished his murderous rampage, a breathless laugh left him before he stood and stepped over her lifeless corpse "Ya alright?" he asked worriedly, his bloody hands holding your cheeks "I'm fine." you said shakily, his thumb caressed the apple of your cheeks, spreading the blood more, you weren't scared well not of your king but what could've been your every last breath, you felt safe with him.

"No one will ever hurt you again. Ever."

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[whositmcwhatsit]

[ellie-24]

One of my fav genre of Elvis pics: Him absolutely, genuinely loving and appreciating the fan gifts.

Shoutout to @whositmcwhatsit for bringing the crown to my attention, I really love it!

[cootiekat]

The Best Medicine: Elvis

Warnings: None :)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem! reader

Genre: Teeth rotting fluff

Summary: You aren’t feeling well, so Eddie plays you your favorite songs🥹 Blurb

A/n: I am currently writing a hella long fanfic retelling of the movie ‘10 things I hate about you’ so if you wanna be on the tag list lmk 🫣

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You’ve been feeling down the past couple days, but today hit you like a truck. Usually in the mornings you are up cleaning and making breakfast before Eddie has to leave for work. Weirdly, Eddie woke up before you. He checked the clock to make sure it wasn’t super early and to see if he could get more sleep in before he really had to get up, but it was 9:30am. Which means not only did you not get up but he was running extremely late. Eddie went to give you a kiss on your head before he left and he knew something was not right because you turned away from his kiss and mumbled something about “not feeling well” and to “leave you alone.”

Eddie thought about you all day at work. Wondering if you got out of bed to take care of yourself, if you ate or showered, and if you needed something on his way home. Eddie called the house from the phone at work and you didn’t pick up. Eddie officially knew something was up, because you always picked up the phone for him no matter what.

On Eddie’s way home, he made a quick stop at the drug store to pick up some of your favorite snacks, a bouquet of flowers, and a new teddy bear. Eddie walked through the doors and didn’t hear you walking around the house, nor did he hear the TV. Eddie wandered back into the bedroom where you were still sleeping. He lightly shook you awake.

“Sweetheart? Are you feeling alright, I brought you some presents!”

You slowly opened your eyes to the soft sound of his voice. Your heart immediately warmed at the sight of your hardcore boyfriend holding a white and red teddy bear and a bouquet of roses. “Oh my gosh! Thank you, Eddie, I really was not feeling good today.” You explained to him.

“I know, Baby. That’s why I wanted to surprise you.” He says while brushing the hair out of your face.

“Thank you, Eddie , like seriously I don’t think you understand how much I love you.” You say getting teary eyed.

“Well, don’t waste those precious tears on this. I haven’t even played you my song.”

You were surprised at the fact Eddie was going to get his acoustic guitar off the wall, because despite him being an excellent guitar player you haven’t really heard him play just to you, he always wants to impress you so he never plays you anything unless he is 100% certain he won’t make any mistakes.

As he starts playing you hear the starting notes of your favorite Elvis Presley song, Love Me, you gradually start to hear Eddie’s sweet voice when he starts the lyrics.

“Treat me like a fool.”

“Treat me mean and cruel.”

“but love me”

“wring my faithful heart”

“Tear it all apart”

You start cheering for him as he hits the high notes. You love when Eddie plays songs like this for you because its his way of showing is love for you. You walk over the the chair Eddie is sitting in and place yourself on his lap and whisper in his ear.

“Elvis is the best medicine.”

Eddie smiles at you with his perfect teeth and kisses you passionately. You realize that you have everything you need right here.

[submersivemedia]

Callum trying to remove the Elvis accent.

[mercsandmonsters]

This picture of E is not mine, but it looks like he's about to spill some tea about somebody. "I wasn't gonna say nothin', but since you brought it up."

[butler-on-beale-street]

Unforgettable | E!Austin Butler X Plus!Reader | Part 10

Warnings: description of bruises associated with SA, lots of fluff, mention of revenge.

A/N: Unforgettable is back after a long hiatus! I missed this series so much, and it was past time to come back. I sincerely hope you guys enjoy.

Word Count: 5.6K

Summary: After a terrible run in with scummy Adam, Elvis flies across the United States to find you. What you thought would be a terrible day after the attack leads you into a surprising twist as Elvis wakes you...little do you know his time with you is also paired with a plan for revenge.

You scooted over to give Elvis a place to sit, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as it sank in that he was here in Memphis, and not somewhere in Hollywood.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, sitting up against your headboard. The painful rigidity of your body caused you to wince. “I mean–” you threw your hands up, realizing how bluntly you had spoken. “I mean, I’m so happy to see you, but how are you here?”

“Baby, are you kidding? Evelyn told me what happened. I left California immediately to come home– and It was quite the ordeal to try to get here, let me tell you.” He grinned softly. You smiled. He sat up cross-legged, reaching for your hands. 

“What about the movie? Aren’t you going to get in trouble? Are you gonna be kicked off of it?” 

He placed his hand on your shoulder. “Shhh. Quite frankly, I don’t give a damn what happens. I made my choice. I needed to be here. With you.” Despite the terrible circumstance, you felt loved and protected. “And I won’t say sorry for taking care of the people I love, no matter how much money or fans I lose.” 

“Wait–You love me?” You said, turning to him, eyeing him intently. You couldn’t help the heat rushing up your neck to the apples of your cheeks. His face did the same, reddening from the question. 

“I–well, uh,” He stumbled, a soft rosy blush creeping up his neck and into the apples of his cheeks. You chuckled lightly at his endearing expression. “Listen, Cheeks. I-I have to be honest with you.” 

You felt your heart flip in your chest and land in your gut when he spoke. His demeanor switched suddenly into something much more sensitive and careful, and because you hadn’t quite seen him like that yet, it almost terrified you. 

“It’s not the right time to say this, but it’s been on my mind so heavy that I keep messin’ words up on set. My mama says I look smitten and goofy,” He continued to ramble. Your eyes sparkled, your lips curling into a grin which grew wider and wider as Elvis continued to trip nervously over the next words. 

“I’ve never met anyone like you. Not ever. You are the most…refreshing thing to come into my life in so long. You are my very first thought in the morning and the very last at night–And really, I never thought I’d say that I love a woman before we’ve officially gone steady, but I can’t help it.” You couldn’t help the grin that was  blooming across your face, wishing he’d stop talking and kiss you instead. “I just want to ask you one thing. Y/n. My beautiful Cheeks. Will you be my girlfriend?”

 You chuckled softly and brought your hands up to caress the curve of his cheeks, pulling him in for a soft kiss, offering a non-verbal answer first. “Yes, Elvis. Of course!” You looked into his eyes, feeling the warmth in his gaze. It comforted you into almost forgetting the sordid details of what had happened in his absence. He leaned into your embrace, gently kissing the soft curve of your lips, which sent sparks which crackled through your body like lightning–and suddenly everything felt like it would be okay. You reached your arms forward, pulling him further against you upon the bed. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at the bedroom door while you pulled him down. 

“Oh! Ow!” Elvis spat, slamming his elbow into the corner of your bedside table on the way down. 

“Oh!” You covered your mouth from surprise. “Oh my goodness, are you okay?” You asked, backing off of him. 

“I’m fine.” He chuckled softly, his lips curled in an embarrassed grin. “Better than fine,” He assured you, returning to kiss you once more. You could feel the tight ache in your muscles, but quickly threw away the intrusive thoughts of Adam that crept within your consciousness. Elvis had turned the entire situation on its head today, securing his place within your life. You knew that as soon as he could, he’d make sure that Adam would never think of saying your name or expressing a single thought about you–especially if he wanted to be able to walk away unscathed. 

***

“I’m assuming you two are official now?” Evelyn said, sitting in her father’s arm chair, stuffing potato chips in her mouth. “I could hear you giggling like a little girl from the kitchen.” You walked through the living room hand in hand with Elvis. You didn’t immediately respond, but your face said everything. “Yay! I’m so happy for you guys! What about those crazy fangirls, though? Or the media,” She said, chewing with her mouth open. “Or the photographers? What happens when they find out?” You watched as Momo ate the chips that managed to fall messily to the floor. 

“Woah, woah, woah kid.” Elvis said with a grin, holding his hand in the air to stop her. “One thing at a time.” 

“Well, she’s got a good point, Son.” Uncle Harold said, walking into the living room, straightening his tie and combing his hair back, obviously getting ready to head out of the house. “I don’t want my girl dealing with all that.” 

“Uncle Harold. I love you. I love you so much, but I am an adult. I can take care of myself, and I’m sure that Elvis will take care of me.” 

Uncle Harold straightened his back, heaving a deep sigh. “I know you are, honey. But considering what just happened…and what happened at my store, I can’t help but be the bad guy–at least for a while.” 

“You’re not the bad guy. You take care of me and protect me. You always have.” 

“Sir, my hand to God–I’ll never hurt her or let anyone hurt her if I have anything to say about it,” Elvis said, pulling his arm around you. 

“Just prepare yourself. Both of you. Prepare for there to be fallout.” Uncle Harold said, bending to kiss you on the forehead before heading out of the door. “Welcome to the family, son,” He said, extending his hand forward for Elvis to take. 

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“I want to meet your family, Elvis. I think it’s time.” You told him, folding the load of laundry that Uncle Harold had finished and brought you. It was nice having Elvis there with you, not expecting anything, but just happy to be in your presence. He sat on your bed, leaning back against your headboard. 

“My family?” He said with a grin. You watched him, knowing he was about to say something smart. You nodded. “I thought I told you I’m an orphan…long lost cousins and aunties have come out of the woodworks since the first album, let me tell you.” You reached for one of your sweaters, bunching it into a ball and tossing it at Elvis, hitting him squarely in the chest.. 

“Seriously, Elvis.” You said, trying your bed to maintain a resolved expression and failing. “I wanna meet them. I think I deserve to.” 

Elvis leaned forward, straightening his body, setting your sweater to the side, his grin lowering into something more resolved. “You deserve the world, Y/n. Best believe I promise to give it to you. Ya know…I told Mama about you.” He said. You watched his lips move, your head swimming with just how effortlessly beautiful he was–without even trying.

“You did? What did you say? Nothing bad, I hope. You didn’t tell her about–”

“No, no. Of course not,” He cut you off immediately, pulling his hand up to stop you. “No. I told her that I came home to visit someone special. I told her about you and couldn’t stop blushin.’” he said, narrowing his eyes with mischief. “She knew immediately that it was a girl.”

“Oh yeah? I’ve got Elvis Presley blushing?” You said, twisting back and forth like a kid in a candy shop. 

“Is that so hard to believe?” He asked flirtatiously. His eyes sparkled, causing your belly to flip. “Ever since that first date, you’re all I can think about, Cheeks. Maybe even since that first day when I met you in the avalanche of books.”

“Really?” You asked, still finding it incredibly difficult to believe that Elvis Presley found that much interest in you, the chubby, average, petite girl. “What made you choose me, Elvis?” You asked boldly. You fidgeted as you waited for his answer, busying your hands by folding the rest of your laundry. 

“I didn’t have to choose you,” He said simply. “Wanna know what the first thing was that I noticed about you?” He asked, looking intently at you. You nodded, genuinely curious as to what he would say. 

“Your beautiful smile,” He said, picking up the  sweater you had thrown at him. He began to stroke the fabric absently between his fingers as he spoke. He looked up at you slowly. “You made my heart flip out of my chest that day. I was like a newborn stag that day. Barely able to walk straight. That’s why I wouldn’t leave. Couldn’t. Because of you.”

“Me?” You asked, almost confused. 

“Yes, you. Why’s it so hard to believe? He asked with a wide smirk, almost entertained at your disbelief. 

“I’m not used to–this,” you said, referring to yours and Elvis’s relationship. “I’ve never really been in a relationship before. I’m not used to attention. I’ve always been known as the smart girl. The big girl. Never pretty or popular.” You spoke honestly, and it surprised you with how easy it was to tell Elvis the truth. It was because you trusted him. 

“Cheeks, I don’t give a damn what people say about us,” he said, setting the sweater down and crossing his arms across his chest. “I care about you. If anyone dares say something to you or me, I will knock their front teeth in,” he said. You watched his features tighten at the thought of anyone saying disparaging comments to you. “Like that sorry toad,” he spat. “He will get his day in Hell, that’s for sure. I don’t know how yet, but trust me, it will be better than simply beating his sorry ass one good time.” 

“Elvis,” You said, narrowing your gaze. “I’m okay, really. He just scared mea bit.” You said, shrugging off the true seriousness of the situation. 

“Just scared you? Honey, have you looked at yourself in the mirror?” He asked, his eyes widening with concern. “Sweetheart, you’re bruised all over your arms and neck. I’ve been trying not to look. If I do, I will waste my time with you thinking about how I want to wring his goddamn neck.” You noticed as he swallowed nervously, or angrily. You couldn’t really tell. His fists bunched and released within his lap. 

Your hands snaked up your body, touching your skin in the tender areas. You hadn’t looked in the mirror, it was true. You winced as you touched the painful spots. The shock of the situation had deemed you complacent to everything he had done to you. Quite frankly, you didn’t want to think about it, because if you did, you’d fall apart in front of Elvis, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Adam wasn’t worth it. 

“Hey, hey,” He murmured softly. “I’m sorry, honey. I- I made this about me.” 

“It’s alright. Listen, I  still want to meet your Mom, your Dad,” you said, sighing. “I guess I’ll  just wear a turtleneck or something.” Elvis eyed you skeptically.  

“You’re gonna cook alive, darlin’. It’s hot as Hell outside.” Elvis said, his eyebrows pulling upward, questioning you. 

“Well, do you have a better idea?” You asked him. He shook his head no. “I just don’t want to show up meeting your family with bruises all over.” 

“Well, we can always wait until I get back,” He said. “They’re not going anywhere.” 

You sighed with disappointment. “Okay.” You both sat together for a long, quiet moment before he spoke again.

“Oh Cheeks, if it means that much to you, we will make a day out of it. I know for a fact that Mama and Daddy are gonna love you.”

“Turtleneck it is,” You said, a smile returning to your cheeks.

Elvis got up from the bed and came up behind you, hugging you gently around the waist. “You’re gonna be a steamin’ pot roast by the end of the afternoon,” He said, kissing you softly on your cheek and ear. “My little pot roast.”

“You are a strange man,” you said, turning to look up at him. 

“Eh, I usually get away with it,” He said with a sexy wink. You pushed him away with your hands on his chest. “Go hang with Evey and Uncle Harold for a minute. Let me get dressed,” You said, chuckling. 

With the door finally shut behind you, you made your way into your connected bathroom and finally took a look  at yourself for the first time since the attack. Your face remained untouched, yet your arms had bloomed in ugly bruises. It was easy to map where Adam had assaulted you. Small, purple splotches cropped out upon your skin in lasting evidence of his touch.  Looking at the dark, ugly spots made you sick, flipping your gut in a sickening wallop. You gripped the countertop of the sink, forcing yourself to look away. Even your hands were bruised, but not obviously noticeable. Evidence of the assault was all over your body; if you felt like you couldn’t look at yourself before, these marks made you an ‘untouchable.’ You sighed disgustedly, turning away from the mirror and sauntered out of the bathroom. You got dressed, choosing a maroon pair of corduroy slacks to pair with a white ribbed turtleneck that did manage to conceal most of the visible bruises on your skin. You primped extra, taking time to curl your hair and pin it nicely, applying tasteful makeup to your cheeks, lips and lashes. You hoped that this extra effort would distract for the horrid truth underneath it all. 

“How do I look?” You asked hesitantly, walking into the living room where Elvis sat with Uncle Harold, discussing something about football. “You look absolutely beautiful, honey!” Uncle Harold said, a proud smile spreading on his face. 

“I agree. You look wonderful, Baby.” Elvis agreed. Uncle Harold eyed Elvis pointedly, almost causing you to snort. 

“Thank you.” You offered them both a warm smile. 

“You ready?” Elvis asked, stuffing his hand in his pocket to retrieve his keys. You nodded, joining him as he got up and headed towards the front door. 

“You two have fun. When can I expect her back?” Uncle Harold asked. He didn’t seem as protective as he had been before, which surprised you. 

“I’ll have her home right after dinner, sir.” Elvis assured him respectfully. 

“Have her home by eleven,” he said, extending your curfew. You were surprised, given how tough he was with Elvis. He seemed to be coming around. Elvis turned to him with surprise.

“Eleven?” He asked, repeating the time. 

“Don’t make me regret it,” He said with a slight grin. “Now, shoo! Go have fun.” You watched as your uncle’s lips turned up in a slight grin, though he did his best to hide it. 

Elvis opened the front door for you, and he followed you into the front yard. “Where’s your car? Did you park it in a hiding spot somewhere?” You asked prematurely before noticing the new car in the driveway. “What’s this?” You asked, stopping and turning to him. 

“I thought the Cadi was a bit too…”

“Ostentatious?” 

“Yeah, that word.” 

You couldn’t help but grin, slightly embarrassed. “You’re my little bookworm,” He teased, reaching for your hand, squeezing it softly. “I got the new car so that it would be easier for me to visit. Not as many questions asked, you know?” He asked, smoothing down his hair with his free hand. He jingled the keys in his pocket, pulling them out and unlocking your door for you, letting you get in first. The car was brand new, and sparkled a bright blue. The interior was fabricated in beautiful moisturized leather the color of chocolate brown. 

“Wow,” you said, smoothing your hands over the leather. “It’s so pretty.” 

Elvis smiled proudly. “Isn’t it? Chevrolet…built to last, you could say,” he said with a wink, putting the keys into the ignition and starting the car. It came to life in a roar and before you knew it, you both were on the road with the windows down. 

“Oh, I didn’t think to ask,” He said with a chuckle, watching your hair blowing wildly from the air whipping through the vehicle. “I’ll roll them back up.” 

You shot your hand out to stop him. “Don’t! I like it.” You said with a grin. “I’ll fix it later.” 

“You’re gonna look like you went through a wind tunnel, darlin’.” He grinned beautifully, turning his head to look between your face and your messy hair. 

“Yeah, well. I’m feeling a bit rebellious,” you said, turning to him with a grin. 

“Well, you did sneak out of your house at one in the morning to hang out with a man you barely knew. Not to mention he’s famous…and known to be a bad boy.” 

“More like the most famous man in the world,” he added. “Who also has a reputation of being a bad boy,” you corrected. 

He drove for a while, letting the car fill with silence, beside the quiet crackle of the radio. “Elvis?” You asked. 

“Hm?” He asked, eyeing you from over the steering wheel. 

“How is this going to work?” 

“You mean with Mama and Daddy? Baby, they’re not gonna bite you,” He snorted, reaching across the seat for your hand. 

“No, that’s not what I mean. I just–I don’t know how to not feel like…like I’m holding you back. I live in Memphis, but you’re always traveling, and I don’t see that stopping any time soon.”

He was quiet for a moment as he drove. “Can I ask you a question?” He asked, turning the question around. “What’s scaring you the most? Because I can guarantee you that I am in this completely. I’m here for you. And I’m not going anywhere, even when I have to travel. Are you worried that I won’t think of you? Or that I won’t be honest?” He asked.

“No,” You said, although the tone of your voice didn’t inspire confidence. “It’s not that. I know you’re a good guy. It’s just…I don’t know. I just don’t understand why it’s me. I just don’t.” You let your insecurities show once again. You were sure you’d begin to annoy Elvis soon enough with how often you questioned your relationship with him. 

“Can I tell you a story? Or really, can I tell you about someone?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, stopping at a red light. You nodded. 

There’s a woman on set–my co-star, actually.” he began. “She’s absolutely beautiful. Exquisite skin–she’s tall. Dark Hair…Doe-eyed. Full lips that always seem turned up in this little smile, like she knows something that others don’t. Absolutely gorgeous.” You sat in your seat, picking at the beds of your fingernails as you listened to him describing the woman. “Her name is Judy.” 

You couldn’t help the jealousy that began to  burn a hole deep within your gut. It was like corrosive acid. You realized that you were beginning to pick and dig painfully at your skin. You forced yourself to relax. “And?” You asked pointedly. Elvis could sense the tension in your tone, turning to look at you in the moment of stillness. 

“The point is, no matter how pretty she is–and she’s absolutely stunning. Charming, too–” he made sure to clarify. “She’s not you, Cheeks.” You remained silent, watching him intently. 

“I have a reputation of being a ladies man. Of running around–maybe taking advantage of my fame. I won’t pretend it isn’t somewhat true. Or at least in the past. But I’ve never met someone like you.” 

“Never?” 

“Y/n, I’ve never introduced a woman to my family if that tells you anything.”

“Really?” You asked, your eyebrows knitting together. He shook his head. 

“No one serious…I mean, there were a couple in high school, but we went to school together, and I was still a kid. But since then…Since all the blessings, I’ve protected that side of my life–But you? You belong there. You belong in that safe place. I want and need you there–and I’ll prove it to you every single day until you believe me.” 

You couldn’t help the grateful smile that spread across your lips. “I take it that that made you happy?” He asked with a toothy grin. 

“Very much so,” You answered. 

“Can I ask you another question?” He asked. You could see that he was thinking of the question before he had strung the words together, as if the thought had just occurred to him. 

“Mmhmm.” 

“Would you ever go with me to California? While I’m filming?”

“You want me to travel with you?” You asked, turning in your seat, surprised, but elated at the same time. 

“Of course I do. Have you ever traveled that far?” He asked, turning onto the highway that would lead to Graceland. 

“I’ve gone to Mississippi with my family, but besides that, it’s always been Memphis,” you admitted. 

He nodded slowly as he drove. “Do you think your uncle would let you?” 

“He can’t stop me,” You answered righteously. “It’s about time I do some things on my own. I know that you’d take care of me, too.” 

“After she meets you, Mama will run me up the hill if anything happens to you on my watch. I know that she will love you that much.”

“You think so?” you asked, reaching your hands up to smooth your hair as best you could, watching the large wrought-iron fence appear in front of you. 

“I know so.” 

***

The house was large, and almost glowed from atop the hill from how beautiful the exterior was. It was a large home, cloaked in a grove of  Huge oak trees which towered over the property, throwing speckled patches of shade across the emerald lawn. 

“Now I understand why you say you love it here,” you said softly as he drove through the gates. 

“It’s heaven on Earth, trust me. And it’s just the start. I have so many ideas. I can’t wait to show you everything.” He was giddy to show you the house. He had told you that night on the Memphis Riverwalk so many things about his life. He went on at length about his life, spending a lot of time talking about his mom and dad, about how often he had moved growing up and about the friends he had gained from all walks of life because of it. Before the fame, he  had owned practically nothing except for time-beaten children’s guitar that he had played for years. Until moving to Memphis, he never had his own bedroom. He didn’t have fancy clothes. The family had an old, used car that they had packed everything they owned to move from Tupelo to Memphis for a new start. He never truly fit in at school, but at the same time, it never bothered him too much. Elvis knew who he was. He never needed anyone else to tell him who he needed to be, what ideas he had to have, what items or possessions he needed…none of it really mattered. He just wanted music–the one true thing that connected with his soul. Now that he possessed so much fame, there was very little left to want–the very opposite of the life he had growing up. The remarkable thing about Elvis was that no matter the amount of fame or notoriety he had, he never came off jaded; not for an instant. His car pulled around the front of the house, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of it as it stood in its stately elegance. 

“Wow. It’s so beautiful,” You said, struggling not to appear overly astonished. 

“Thank you. Earned every square inch. She is beautiful. Graceland is the perfect name, don’t you think?” He asked, turning off the ignition and stepping out of the car. 

“Thank you,” you said as he opened your door for you. He shut the car door closed before offering you his hand as he proudly walked you to the large front entrance. He tried the door knob and it was unlocked. 

“Mama? Daddy?” Elvis said, his volume rising enough to ring throughout the house. 

“In the kitchen, baby!” A woman’s voice shouted back from somewhere in the house. 

“Come on in, baby.” He said, holding the door open over your head. You ducked and walked into the house, your eyes scanning over how exquisitely decorated it was. The living room was furnished in the finest furniture, including what must have been a fifteen-foot long sofa. It was beautiful–a metallic shade of blue that brightened the room. The curtains were exquisitely white with blue accents draping the top of the windows. The house was carpeted in luxurious frost-white flooring, which almost seemed to glow from the natural light that spilled through the windows. 

“Wow,” you mused. Your face must have gone slack because you heard Elvis snicker beside you. 

“I wanted to paint the walls purple, but Mama wouldn’t let me. She said it looked too ‘garrish,’ he said, pulling his hands out his pockets to create quotes in the air. You grinned at him. 

“Purple?” You asked him, obviously amused. 

“Mmhmm, and pinstripe curtains.” 

“Uh…well.” 

“I know, I know, maybe not the best choice. Mom was right, but I won’t ever tell her…” He pulled his arm around you playfully, pulling you to his side. 

“Tell me what?” Gladys asked with a knowing grin, padding into the living room from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a hand towel that had rested on her shoulder.. There was sweat beading on her brow and she wore a heavily floured apron over her clothing. 

“Nothin’ Mama.” 

“Now who’s this beautiful young lady, Darlin’?” She asked, wiping her brow before returning her hands to her hips. 

“Mama, this is Y/n. She’s the girl I told you about.” You couldn’t help but feel your belly doing somersaults as he openly admitted it to his mother. 

“I hope nothing terrible,” you spoke up with a bright smile. “Mrs. Presley, Elvis has told me so many amazing things about you. Said you’re such a good mama.” 

The apples of Gladys’s cheeks were ringed in fresh blush, and her thin, delicate lips spread into a warm and comforting smile. “He better’ve! I’ve been cookin’ for him all day,” she said, pulling the hand towel from her shoulder and playfully swatting Elvis’s butt with it. 

“Hey!” He chuckled, stepping forward to give his mother a kiss on the cheek, pulling her in for a hug. 

“Well, Miss Y/n, I’m a hugger. You don’t mind, do ya?” She asked, her arms still open. 

“Not at all,” You welcomed her in, taking a step forward. She didn’t know you at all yet, but she still threw her arms around you, nonetheless squeezing you with fondness. You felt the ache again, but you ignored it. 

“Now sweetheart. How on God’s green earth are you not burning alive in this thing?” She said, holding you at your sides as she pulled away from the hug. You remembered that you were wearing the turtleneck. Since you had left your house, it had fit to your body like a second skin, and after a while, you forgot about it. 

“Laundry day,” You began, looking down at the shirt. “Had to pull out random clothes until I could find something clean and cute. Couldn’t meet you looking frumpy, now could I?” You asked, laying on the charm. 

“With as sweet as you are, sugar…you come as you are whenever you want.” You felt drawn to her, and you could understand instantly why Elvis loved her so much. She radiated kindness and charisma and you knew you’d come to crave her attention and care. 

“I got fresh biscuits and gravy goin’ in the kitchen. Should be done just about now. Booby, have you eaten?” She asked, turning over her shoulder at Elvis, who blushed at the nickname. You tried and failed to conceal the enthused expression from your face. He tapped the outside of your thigh silently as you walked with him, his neck and face spreading with embarrassment. 

“I think it’s cute,” You whispered, “booby?” You bumped him back. 

“No mama, I didn’t eat. Serve me double,” He responded to his mother, turning the corner into the large corner where she stood over a deep cast iron skillet, stirring a thick gravy that both smelled and looked absolutely delicious.. 

“Y/n, honey, would you like some?” She asked while fixing Elvis’s plate. 

“Sure!” You said enthusiastically, before your instincts could take over, filling your mind with insecurity. You couldn’t help it; years of ridicule–both from yourself and others, had made you clam up at the mention of food, particularly in front of others. You pushed down the feeling, deciding instead to smile, joining Elvis at the casual dining table in the kitchen. “This place is so gorgeous,” you said, watching Elvis take a few bites of the meal while Gladys made yours. 

“Just wait until you see the rest,” he said with bright eyes, his mouth half full with food. “It’s not perfect yet, but I really think this is my forever home. Don’t you think, Mama?” Gladys turned, walking the plate of food over to you, setting it down in front of you. 

“Absolutely, baby. I love this home. I was just talking to your grandmother about it,” She said, sighing and taking a seat in the empty chair between you and Elvis.“We’re used to nothin’, let me tell you,” she said mostly to you. “Not a penny matters to us as long as we’ve got each other– but this house certainly feels like the home we’ve always dreamed of, right honey?” She asked, reaching to squeeze Elvis’s shoulder lovingly. 

“Of course, Mama,” Elvis said, chewing another bite.. You took a bite of the food in front of you, immediately feeling your taste buds exploding from the amazing flavor. It transported you through time back to your childhood, when your father and mother waltzed around the kitchen locked within each other’s embrace, absolutely in love. You sat in thought, pondering over how food had the unique and amazing quality to ignite memories, some of which you had forgotten about. 

“What do you think, Y/n?” Elvis asked, snapping you back to attention. 

“What? I’m sorry, what did you say?” You asked. 

“Momma was just talking about the stables. I need to feed the horses. Want to come?” 

“You have horses?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. 

“Mmhmm,” He said, standing from the table, taking his plate and setting it in the deep sink. “Two of them. And an ass,” he chuckled, his mother cutting an eye at him. 

“I want more though. There’s a whole lotta land back there. I wanna fill it out with the strongest, most beautiful race horses,” he said, his eyes cast in hopeful dreaming. 

“Well, let’s stay humble with what we’ve got for now, Satnin,” Gladys said, patting Elvis’s back. “You can barely keep up with the two you’ve got. This time last month we had to hire extra housekeepers to shampoo the carpets. Elvis let the horses roam right in. You would have thought this was the stable,” she reached for your plate, using the hand towel on her shoulder to flick off the biscuit flakes from the table onto the floor. You looked up at Elvis with a slightly judgemental expression. 

“I was having fun!” He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. 

“If that’s your idea of fun, I am in deep, deep trouble,” you said. 

“He better behave around you, baby. Or I’ll have Vernon chase him down the road with his own cadillac.” 

“Okay, okay Mama,” Elvis interjected, leading his mother towards the back door of the house. “You should show Y/n your vegetable garden–I know how much you love it. I’ve got to make a quick phone call,” he spoke. You raised an eyebrow with curiosity, feeling your anxiety spike slightly knowing you’d be left alone with Elvis’s mother. You wanted to leave the best impression, and truth be told, you didn’t have the best track record of not making a fool of yourself when it came to being nervous around others. 

***

“Red, I need a favor,” Elvis spoke, stroking his chin to comfort himself. 

“What’s the matter, E?” Red spoke on the other side of the phone. “Someone crawl over the fence again? Need backup?” He asked in a long southern drawl. 

“No, no, no,” Elvis gesticulated his hand dismissively though his friend couldn’t see the gesture. “I need you to hire someone at the dealership.” 

“What exactly are you gettin’ at?” He asked. Elvis raked his fingers through his hair, loosening the carefully coiffed style. 

“It’s a long story.” Elvis said. “Meet me at home at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon. I need you to do something for me–and it won’t be pretty.” Elvis didn’t speak further on the phone, saying a curt goodbye before placing the receiver back onto the wall. 

Tomorrow revenge would begin–on his terms.

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[elvisabutler]

#15 Fluff prompt with army! Elvis where you know he’s been seeing other girls and you just met him but he actually really adores you/makes time for you. Kinda took inspiration from the Anita phone call where he’s nagging her about calling, this is different, he wants her to visit and call.

called ya, didn't i?

fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t for some implications but again pretty tame pairing: elvis presley x female plus sized reader word count: 1249 warnings: mentions of elvis and his ladies' man ways. mentions of the reader deciding men are trash. minor insecurity on the reader's part, nothing too woe is me, more practical than anything else. reader is of age ( i mention her daddy so it needs to be said. ). author’s note: thank you for this anon! this was adorable and after the- smut army elvis prompt i got i discovered he's actually quite fun to write. hope you enjoy this! this is done for my 1k gala, based on fluff line “just call me whenever you like.” y'all know the drill, real elvis or austin elvis works fine for this despite the moodboard.

If there's one thing, and one thing only that your parents have taught you, it's not to be stupid around boys. It's to know that most boys are stupid and don't have your best interests at heart, instead they have their own interests at heart and are slaves to their own desires. Army boys- be it the ones you've grown up with on bases in various places or the ones who've been shipped off to fight in wars or to just be a peacekeeping force- are ten times worse. Something about the fact that they know they can be shipped away at any time makes them practically caustic with other people's feelings and hearts. No, you know better than to fall for an army boy.

Or at least, perhaps you you did. You thought you knew better and then Elvis Presley came strolling into your life and you- oh, you feel that God has to be mocking you. He has to be mocking you because there's no way Elvis Presley would show interest in you. You're confident enough in your figure, it errs a little too much in the rotund direction for some but you like it just fine. Figure that whoever you want to be with would do the same, tell you how much they enjoy the plushness of your stomach and of your various parts. You know the type Elvis goes for, however, and you- oh you- are most definitely not it.

Yet, here was Elvis sending you letters and finding out your phone number from other people because you're so charming every time he talks to you. He never gets to talk for long, someone always pulling him every which way but it's fine, you think. It's fine because he's got all those other girls, the nice refined girls who look good in the papers and even the ones that just look good, even if no one but you and half the base know about them. No, it's better this way, better that you don't call him and you just leave him be to the other girls. Leave him to charm them like he kind of charmed you.

Except Elvis keeps making time for you. He keeps pushing aside whatever girl he has on his arm at any given function to come and say hello to you. It's not unwelcome but it's strange, it's strange to see Elvis Presley making time for you. It's even stranger still that one night he asks you on a date. A date your mind tells you that you should accept, you shouldn't accept because he's going to inevitably toss you aside like you just watched him toss the other girls aside. It's a date you do accept though, one that's filled with dancing a little silly till the slow songs start and he's twirling you as if it's the most natural thing in the world. It's a date filled with so much joy you almost forget it has to end until Elvis is on your doorstep placing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

"Gonna let me take ya out tomorrow night?" He murmurs, his hands against you cheeks, his thumbs rubbing them slightly. "Please, darlin'."

You agree and your life becomes a whirlwind of dates and phone calls and Elvis getting sent to Paris where you know he's got another girl so you don't call. You don't call for over a week until Elvis calls first. Your instinct is to remain sweet and charming because even if he's got another girl probably in the next room over but you can't help the way you pout just a little.

"Why are you calling me? Don't you have a pretty French girl to kiss and spend your time with?" The hurt seeps into your tone despite everything. You knew better and yet- yet you thought maybe this was different. "I didn't call you for a reason, 'Vis."

There's a silence on the other end of the phone call before you hear a muffled curse before he groans. "Baby, I ain't got any French gal. I got you, but no French gal looking to be mine." He pauses. "Ya really think I ain't- Baby I'm mad as hell ya ain't here wit' me. Why would I- That's why ya haven't been callin' me? Ya think I got someone else?"

It's your turn to be quiet on your end of the line as you listen to his breathing and hear a slight huff of a laugh leave him before you answer. "Well what am I supposed to think? I know how you are and how girls are and how I'm cute and pretty but not your-"

He cuts you off. "Not what I go for? Darlin'- now I want ya t'listen. I jus' call me whenever ya like. I wanna hear ya voice, wanna hear 'bout ya day. Wanna get to know ya real well. Thought I made that pretty clear 'fore we went to Paris but I'm guessin' I didn't now."

"Oh Elvis." Those are the only two words that cross your mind at the admission and you're struck by a faint rush of embarrasment that you had read the situation so wrong, that you had allowed your judgment to be a little clouded when it came to him just because he was Elvis and just because he was a boy in the Army. It makes your heart twist a little before you finally gain up the courage to speak again. "You really mean it? You aren't teasing, are you? I know you do that too and I don't think I could handle you doing that to me. It'd be real mean."

"Baby. My mama'd- God rest her soul- she'd ask God to smite me if I lied about this. No lyin' I want to get to know ya better 'fore my tour's over. 'Fore they send me back home. If I get to know ya and we like- we enjoy each other more, ya can come home wit' me. Already want ya to visit me more often. Wanna see ya. Hear ya."

A laugh leaves you, a soft little thing that Elvis thinks is something a little bird might sing before you speak. "I- Okay. Alright. I'll- I'll call tomorrow night, how about that? Because I got to sleep, Elvis. And we'll talk and I'll see if my daddy can help me see you."

You can hear the relief and the smile in Elvis's voice when he answers you. "You better. And- I know you're a good girl, I do, but I wanna kiss ya on the lips sometime soon. Can we-"

"Maybe. Play- Play your cards right, Elvis. I'm not so easily swayed you know." You answer is a little cheeky and earns a loud bellowing laugh from him in response.

"Best answer I'll get from ya. Alright." He pauses and hears someone yelling for him before he curses yet again. "Listen. You 'member. Tomorrow night. Gonna be right by the phone waitin' for ya."

He has to hang up before he gets confirmation from you. But the phone call he gets the next night and the night after that and the one after that might just be enough of one. Enough of one to take you on another date when he sees you and one that ends with a proper kiss. And perhaps it's just maybe enough of a confirmation to talk about taking you back to Memphis with him.

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[spookydandy]

oh l'amour by erasure is crowley's breakup song and always on my mind by pet shop boys is aziraphale's