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youaintnothinbuta · 7 months ago

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if you don't mind do you think you can do some Elvis angst I really enjoy them but I haven't found any and they don't have to be about anything in specific just as long as it has some angst a little fluff and smut you don't have to if you don't want to but I'll appreciate it!!! 🙏 If you want something to base it off it can be about Elvis affairs or y/n affairs and they get into fights or something and then make up but not until one of them makes it clear that they will leave one another if they don't stop (sorry if it doesn't make sense or sounds stupid😭)

I hope this covers all bases!! <3

“Come home, baby, please.” — elvis presley x reader

Summary: You and elvis are fighting about him never being around because he’s ‘too busy’ but being seen with all these girls in the newspapers constantly, when you decide you’ve had it and leave for your parents house. After days and days go by and his guilt growing, he comes and gets you and you have make up sex in the car

Pairing: Elvis Presley or Austin!elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 1,800

Warnings: angsty, argument, yelling, SMUT, 18+, car sex, make up sex, unprotected sex, probably typos

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“You’re never here, Elvis, never,” You yelled, throwing the newspapers at his feet, “and how is this supposed to make me feel any better?”

The headlines, yet again, in big, bold text, wrote about another woman spotted with him, mocking you with every word.

Elvis looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and irritation. “I am busy, Y/N, you know that, providing for you and every other god damn person I know. I have responsibilities.”

“Responsibilities? Is that what you’re calling it?” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “Flirting with every girl who bats her eyelashes at you? Is that your responsibility too?”

He stood up abruptly, towering over you, “You know it ain’t like that, baby. Those girls mean nothing to me.”

“Then why do see these headlines every day, Elvis? Every. Damn. Day.” you retorted, your arms crossing over your chest in defiance. He leant down, picking up the newspapers you were standing on. He tore them to shreds, the sound of ripping paper filling the room.

“I don’t write these goddamn headlines, Y/N. What the hell do you want me to do about it?” His voice rose, surprising even himself with the aggression in his tone. “They ain’t mean nothin’ to me.”

“I want to believe you, Elvis, I really do,” you said, your voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and anger. “But I can’t keep living like this. I won’t be second best in your life.”

He reached out to touch your arm, but you flinched away.

“I mean it, Elvis. If this doesn’t stop, we’re over. Call me when you’re ready to start acting like a man,” you declared, your voice firm with resolve. With that, you grabbed your car keys from the bench and stormed out.

“Don’t you dare spe—“ Elvis shouted, but the door slamming shut behind you interrupted him before he could finish.

Elvis stood there, watching you go, his chest tight with a mixture of anger and regret. Huffing in frustration, he stared down at the shredded remnants of the newspapers scattered across the floor, the headlines mocking him with their accusations.

He expected you to come back that night, like you always did after a fight, but as the hours passed, and you didn’t return, he began to worry. Days went by, each one dragging on in agonising slowness as he waited for you to walk back through the door. He missed the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your eyes, the way you always knew how to soothe his mind.

One night he went out, and as per usual, he was met with the eager attention of adoring fans and all the girls who would swarm him, but it felt different this time. While he always swore it meant nothing, and it did, this time he felt sick with guilt, so much so he was headed home by midnight.

He sat alone on his side of the bed, the weight of his actions finally hit him. He realised that he couldn’t live without you, that he needed you in his life more than anything. Hesitating, he finally picked up his telephone. Unsure of where exactly you were, his best guess was your parent’s house.

His heart pounded in his chest as he waited hoped for you to pick up. Thinking he wasn’t going to get an answer, he was momentarily stunned when he heard your voice say ‘hello?’

You asked again, ‘hello?’

“Come home, baby, please,” he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. There was silence as you replayed the sound of his voice in your mind.

“Alright, darlin’, you win,” he continued, “You’re my number one. It’s killing me going to bed without you,” he confessed.

“Come pick me up then,” you demanded, your voice softening slightly.

Without hesitation, Elvis agreed, relief flooding through him at the prospect of seeing you again. “I’m leaving right now,” he promised, the urgency in his voice evident. He really wasn’t kidding, you heard his keys jangling in his hands through the line.

You hung up, feeling a mix of emotions. You sat by the window in the living room, only a lamp on as your parents had gone to bed already, waiting for him to arrive. You didn’t know how to feel, only that you still loved him, despite everything.

It was a long drive to your parents, about 40 minutes, but he was there as soon as he could’ve been. Finally, he arrived, the headlights of his car casting long shadows across the familiar driveway. With a sigh of relief, he killed the engine and stepped out into the cool night air.

As he approached the front door, he hesitated for a moment, his hand poised to knock. But before he could make a sound and wake your family, the door swung open, and there you stood, bathed in the soft glow of the porch light. For a fleeting moment, Elvis was struck by the sight of you, how pretty you looked in the pale light.

You wanted to be angry with him, you wanted to give him the silent treatment and make him work for forgiveness but the second you saw his beautiful face, you couldn’t help but smile. Without a word, you stepped out onto the porch, closing the door softly behind you. Elvis met your gaze, his expression filled with remorse.

He opened your door for you, making his way around to the driver’s side once you were in. You looked over at him as he sat, his eyes already on you.

“I'm sorry, baby,” he says, his voice low and sincere, “don’t ever run away on me like that to me again.”

You turn to face him, your expression softening. “Don't ever make me feel like I have to,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I won't,” he promises, reaching out to take your hand, his lips grazing over your knuckles. “I swear.”

You can see the sincerity in his eyes, and you can't help but believe him, even if it might be against your better judgment. You lean over and press your lips to his, feeling the tension between you start to dissipate. You glance down, noticing the way his muscles tense under his shirt. You missed him. You really did. You’d never tell him that, though.

Without a word, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him as you deepened the kiss. His sucks in a surprised breath at your unexpected movement. You can feel his erection grow as you kiss him, the size of him putting pressure on your clit. You waste no time in releasing his cock from his pants, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted as he deftly maneuvered your panties aside, his fingers tracing patterns of anticipation along the delicate curve of your thigh. You push his hand out the way, gently lowering yourself down onto him, your jaw hung open at the feeling.

A guttural groan escaped his lips as you bottomed out, the raw intensity of the moment leaving you both reeling. You began to move, a steady rhythm building between you as the car filled with the heady scent of arousal, the windows fogging over with the heat of you both. Elvis' hands roam over your body, touching you wherever he could as he whispered apologies and words of love.

He attempted to guide you to move up and down instead of back and forth, you took the hint, earning a series of raspy grunts from him. You could feel the tension building between you, the pleasure mounting higher and higher. As you rode him, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Elvis sensed it too, because his fingers found your clit, rubbing quick circles that sent you spiraling over the edge.

You cried out as you came, your orgasm rippling through you like a shockwave. You wrapped your arms around his neck, needing something to hold onto as you lost control of your body. Your orgasm coated his cock with more wetness, “I’ve got you,” he murmured, still thrusting himself up into you. Elvis followed you over the edge, groaning as he filled you with his release.

As you come down from your high, Elvis chuckles, looking towards the window.

“Makeup sex right outside your parents' window, who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?” He teased, lightly squeezing your ass.

You playfully punched him in the chest, shushing him as you tried to catch your breath. “Be quiet,” you whispered, blush colouring your cheeks.

Elvis grinned, pulling you close for a kiss. “I love you,” he says, his voice soft. He reaches his fingertip to the condensation on the window, drawing half a heart.

You smiled, reaching your hand over to finish the other half. “I love you too,” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

You reluctantly pulled yourself off of Elvis' lap. He quickly adjusted his pants, tucking himself away before pulling off his jacket, wrapping it around you to keep you warm for the drive home.

“Let's get you home,” he said, his voice soft. He started the car, pulling away from the curb as you settled into the passenger seat. He rested his left hand on the steering wheel as he drove, his right arm wrapped around you holding you close to him. You leant into his body, feeling his warmth against you. You giggled, still feeling the aftershocks of earlier orgasm. He must’ve somehow known, because he leant down to press a kiss to your head.

“My girl,” he whispered. As you continued along the quiet road, the weight of the day and the events of the week began to catch up with you, exhaustion settling heavy upon your shoulders.

Elvis sensed your weariness, his arm tightening around you as he pulled you closer, cocooning you in the safety of his embrace. “You can sleep,” he whispered, “I’ve got you.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words spread through you. You let yourself drift off, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

When you finally arrived back at his house, Elvis woke you gently, his touch a gentle caress against your skin as he guided you inside, still wrapped in his jacket. With his help, you changed into one of your nighties.

You brushed your teeth together, your eyes meeting, making you laugh in the mirror as you both rinsed.

As you climbed into bed, Elvis pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. “I'm never letting you go again,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you say, snuggling closer to him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby as you drifted off to sleep, finally back in his.

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strniohoeee · 8 months ago

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Hidden In The Shadows Pt. 4(Final Chapter)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Waking up dazed and confused, Y/N is taken by surprise when certain events seem to take place. Unsure of how to feel Y/N battles with the decisions of staying or leaving for good

Warnings⚠️: SADDDDD NGL😭, but like not really but also IDK??? I wasn’t sure how to end this installment, but I know I didn’t want to make it some fairytale type shit LMAOOO

Songs for imagine: Blue Moon- Elvis Presley, Bang Bang(My Baby Shot Me Down)- Nancy Sinatra

Tags: @lacysturniolo @gamermattsgf @nicksmainbitch @s7urnfilms @sturnssmuts @vickyzloserz @mayhem-72 @sturn3g1rl @mattsturniolowifey

Blue Moon

You knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for

Someone I really could care for

If my mother could see the position I was currently in she’d be so ashamed….disappointed even. She’s always taught me stranger danger and leave it to her daughter to sleep with the stranger and the danger….

I can’t remember much, but I can remember the emptiness….the cold darkness of my mind. My physical body slumps somewhere while my conscious fights to wake me up.

Who knows what’s going on in the real world right now. I could be tied to a pole and slow roasting like a pig, or maybe even locked in someone’s dungeon. Or what if this is all some crazy bad dream and I’m actually back home in my comfortable bed….

My thoughts were slowly coming to a halt as my eyes began to open slowly. Squinting at the sensitivity they were facing I groaned and cleared my throat. The throbbing in my head and the burning of my nose leads me to believe Matt used an awful lot of chloroform to knock me out. He’s lucky he didn’t kill because I’d haunt his ass.

Opening my eyes fully I realized I was tied to a chair in a basement? Oh actually my basement? Looking around I realized I was in the same place I was when Matt caught me.

I began to move against the ropes, pulling and yanking as I groaned in anger.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” I heard from behind me, causing me to stop and jump

“Who’s there” I asked trying to look over my shoulders

“Why’d you have to be so nosy? Making everything so complicated” I heard him say

“You fucking psycho….Matt let me fucking go” I said pulling harder against the ropes

“You see I just can’t do that” he replied to me walking from behind me

“You fucking weirdo….oh god….oh my god I had sex with a fucking psycho… please just kill me that would be less embarrassing” I say shaking my head and tapping my feet on the ground

Coming from behind me Matt stands in front of me. Except he doesn’t look angry…. He looked concerned and scared. Which made me a bit scared and anxious

“What are you doing?” I yelled at him yanking myself around

“sit still” he said in a firm whisper

“Fuck off” I said in annoyance to him

Grabbing my face to have me look at him I attempted to yank away.

“GET OFF OF ME” I yelled at him trying to bite him

“STOP IT AND LOOK AT ME” he says with wide eyes

Letting go of me he steps back. Looking over his shoulder he turns back to me. Placing his pointer finger over his mouth he motions for me to stay quiet and then with the same finger points behind himself and then points to his ear.

“Listen here darling you’re going to do as I say” he says sternly and loudly

Digging in his back pocket he takes out a piece of paper, unraveling it he faces it to me so I can read.

They’ve been on you this whole time and they used me to get to you. At first I was going to do it, but I like you too much. They’ve been in your house multiple times and have found all the information you have on this town. I’m so sorry for who I am and what my family has done; but I don’t want to hurt you. They are having me watch you while they put all your stuff in your car. They’re planning to kill you and make it seem like it was an accident. However I won’t let that happen. I’m going to get you out of here and I have a plan! But they don’t fully trust me and are listening to me and watching my every move. So please just do as I say. I’m sorry.

After reading the note a tear slipped down my face and I looked up at Matt. His eyes softened and his lip trembled, swallowing thickly he nodded his head. Folding the paper back up he put it in his back pocket.

“You will listen to me and me only! Make any stupid moves and I will kill you myself” he says loudly with a sincere look

“Go to hell” I spat at him

Listening above he heard the two men walk away from the basement door. Ushering over to me quickly he got down and began to whisper

“Okay so here’s the plan. There is only one way out and only one chance to get this right so please do as I say. They’re loading up your car and they’re planning on having me drive you to a secluded area a little outside of this town. They want me to set your car on fire” he says shaking his head and looking down

“What?” I say shocked and beginning to panic

“My getaway car was planted in the area and they will be checking tonight to see that your car is completely burnt. However it won’t be there because you’ll be on your way back to Vegas. You’ll be out of their hair which will give you time to leave Vegas” he says grabbing my hand

“But what about you Matt? They’ll kill you….” I say as my voice shakes

“Exactly” he says nodding his head

“No….no you can’t do that! Come with me” I say to him looking at him in the eyes

“I can’t…they’ll catch up before we leave and we’ll both be dead instantly. Suzie and I tried it when we were 14. Thought we could leave and be young lovers together. They shot her dead in front of me… told me I’d be next if I ever stepped out of line again. You remind me so much of her I can’t see that happen again” he replied wiping tears from his eyes

“Matthew no…. I can’t leave you to die” I say sobbing

“Maybe it’s been my destiny all along” he says to me

“Maybe you can escape right before they come looking for my car. You’d get a good head start on them! Meet me in Vegas. We can run away together” I say nodding my head and licking my tear stained lips

He chuckled lightly and shook his head, opting not to answer as he stood up.

“I need you to walk outside with me when it’s time. Pretend to mouth me off, kick, scream holler! I’ll stuff you in the car and we’ll be on our way” He says to me

“Okay yeah yeah” I respond nodding my head

“But for now we wait” he states, backing up and leaning against the pole.

About thirty minutes passed before we heard anything. Barely mumbling a few words to each other. My throat had run dry from the anxiety. The fact that I could die if one thing goes wrong but mainly the fact that the last moments I’ll be sharing with Matt is him helping me escape my death that will then become his death….. my heart couldn’t take letting him die

He was destined for more. The way his eyes would light up anytime he asked me about what Vegas is like or what any other place I’ve ever visited was like. What stuck with me the most was the way his face would change when he’d realized the life he was living and what he’d have to go back to. The twinkle always disappearing. It made my heart heavy.

I wouldn’t let him die. It’s not happening and I don’t care what I have to do to prevent it. He’s had such a painful life and he’s going to honor it by dying….

My thoughts were interrupted by Matt, my eyes slowly shifting from the basement window over to his face.

“They called us up, I’m going to grab you by the back of your head and I need to just start lashing out immediately, got it?” He asked me

“Got it” I said to him

Quickly helping me out of the rope that held me to the chair he grabbed the back of my head as my arms were tied behind my back.

Gripping my hair harder I knew it was time to give it my all. Taking a shaky breath I began to yell

“LET GO OF ME, YOU AND THIS TOWN A BUNCH OF CRAZIES” I yelled as I thrashed against his grip

“Quit it” he yelled back as he pulled me up the stairs with him

“You think you can get rid of me huh? MY WHOLE FAMILY WILL COME HERE LOOKING FOR YOU” I said firmly

“LET GO LET GOOO” I kept yelling as I pulled against him, tears streaming down my face

He walked us towards the front door and that’s where Beaufort stopped us.

“Such a fiery little lady! I knew from the moment you called you’d be a problem. But one thing about me is I make my problems go away” he says sucking his tobacco and grinning at me

“You won’t get away with this you sick son of a bitch” I spat at him

“Watch me” he said smiling and opening the front door for me

“NOOO STOP NO PLEASEEE” I yelled as I kicked and thrashed against Matt. My legs swinging as I tried to “escape” his grip

“Should’ve stood in your home town. So sad you’ll be having a little accident” Beaufort says to me as he steps onto my porch

“I’ll kill you all just you watch” I yelled as Matt shoved me into the back seats as I continued to kick and hit things

Beaufort smiled an evil smile as he waved goodbye. Matt hopped in the front seat as we began to back out of my gravel driveway.

Driving down the road Matt looked in his rear view mirror before looking at me

“Okay we’re in the clear” he says to me

Sitting up I looked at him opening my mouth to talk but stopping once I saw him shaking his head no at me.

“You can’t get me to change my mind” he says

“Matt this is not okay. I basically just signed your death wish” I said to him

“And I told you maybe it’s what’s best for me” he replied shrugging his shoulder

“Okay and maybe it isn’t! Maybe it isn’t” I said sternly to him as I began to lose my patience

“Matt we’ve had such an amazing connection this past month, a connection I’ve never had with anyone else before and you can’t just leave me” I said pleading with him

“Don’t you get it? I can’t have them coming after you. I care for you lot sweetheart and if I had to live with another love of mine being hurt I couldn’t live with myself.” He replied gripping the steering wheel harder

I huffedd out a breath of annoyance and sat back in the seat, letting a few tears fall from my face. This is pure insanity! I couldn’t live with myself if Matt got hurt or even killed. I felt confused, one hand I’d be safe but on the other hand Matt would potentially be….. dead.

I hadn’t even realized how long I was in thought until the car came to a halt and I heard Matt put the car in park.

Hopping out of the car I followed suit

“Take the car and run like hell outta here darlin” he said handing the keys to me

“Please come with” I begged as I chewed my bottom lip

“I can’t little lady” he responded shaking his head and wiping his nose

“Ditch your getaway car and come with me burn your car and let’s go, we can run like hell out of here together” I said gripping onto his arms

“I can’t, I have to go back” he says looking me in my eyes

“Can you at least attempt to leave town? Maybe tonight before they come looking for my car, leave before them” I said basically begging

“I can try, but I can’t make any promises darlin” he states swallowing thickly

“Please Matt…. For me” I say wiping my eyes

“The best I can do is try, this is for you. Whether I make it out alive or not just know I want you to be safe and I will always be with you” he says to me pulling me in for a hug

“I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done” he says to me as he pulls away

“I’m going to miss you” I say to him

“I’m still here” he says smiling at me

I shook my head and hugged him once again

“I better head on back” he says pulling away

Turning on his heels he walks over to his car as I follow behind. Hopping in his car he rolls down his window as I lean on it.

“Now darlin you have to promise me that you’ll listen and you’ll get out of here. Don’t try and save me” he says smiling as he bats tears from his eyes

“I promise” I responded in a whisper

“And you have to promise to never forget about me” I told him as I smiled

“I could never! I swear I’ll try and contact you if I can pretty girl” he says back as he nods his head

“Thank you Matt for getting me out of here” I say one last time

Looking into his eyes I lean over and plant my lips on his. The kiss was needy and sad. It was a goodbye kiss…. A goodbye that meant forever. There was no see you later with Matt….

We hugged and shared one last final kiss. Parting ways I got in my car and we both drove off. I was numb the whole way home. I mean how does one process all of this? My life felt so unreal?

There were many hours of crying, sitting in silence and contemplations of turning back around. I just felt so confused, I didn’t want to leave Matt and I also didn’t want to die…. I didn’t have many options

Arriving home was the most bittersweet moment. I couldn’t really tell anyone what I really went through. What that town and what those people are truly like

I spent many days in and out of therapy really trying to understand what happened to me and how to process it. What really ate at me was the fear of being found, the fear of dying and especially the fear of never seeing Matt again.

One year later

If I knew that that day I hugged and kissed Matt goodbye would be the last time I’d ever see him, I’d hold on tighter. When I finally realized Matt wasn’t coming back it hurt bad… I mean I’d hid away blaming myself for all of this.

Wondering well maybe I didn’t push hard enough because if I did he would’ve caved and came with me. Not knowing if he was dead or alive really ate at my soul. Many days went by where I wanted to call his landline, but that would be a one way ticket to my grave.

It was hard moving. After experiencing something so intense with someone and needing them by your side to never seeing them again will always sting the most.

I was angry because I felt he didn’t try hard enough. Because if he did then he’d be here right now. And then that was filled with sadness and worry. I wasn’t sure if he was okay and I had to live with the fact that I would never know.

It’s so crazy how you’ll be living your life one way and then it flips upside down so randomly.

As I finished typing my chapter on my computer I let out a sigh. Writing a book about what I went through and losing Matt was the only way I could seem to cope.

It was actually Professor Wayne who convinced me to write this. He was actually helping me a lot through all this and he truly saw how it changed me. But everytime he saw the excitement in my eyes once I finished a chapter he knew it was genuinely helping me mentally.

Pressing save I closed my laptop and looked out my window. The rain is pattering against the glass. Such a bittersweet feeling. A year ago today I was about to sleep with my weird neighbor and friend and now I’m here in my empty apartment staring out the glass and reminiscing.

It’s still an open wound that I’m working on daily to stitch close. No one prepares you for traumatic events, especially ones that chemically alter your brain. I watched the rain trickle down the warm glass as I blink slowly. Racking my brain for answers…. I mean hell I’m just looking for one simple answer

I just want to know is Matt truly dead, or is he just

Hidden in the shadows….

The End

Yallll I hope you enjoyed the finale cause I hated it🤭 this is why I don’t write series because I’m so shit at ending things. But anywho I hope you liked it and I can’t wait to write some more for yall 🥹🖤

-J💅🏽

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jhoneybees · 2 months ago

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I love your writing and the effort you put into it, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to share one shot of (Any year) Elvis with a Mexican reader. Specifically, one of him and his mama being invited to a party (birthday, reunion, or any type of party with family). This would be the first time Elvis gets to meet the readers.

Also, I just genuinely think Gladys would enjoy the little chisme that goes on in the kitchen as the grandma's and tías cook. Just a bunch of wholesome fluff!

Oh thank you! Yes I'm willing to share! This one was quite a challenge to do because I know nothing about Mexicans so please forgive me if I used the wrong Spanish words and this is more of a blurb so...please forgive me on that too😭

Fiesta

Characters: 50s!Elvis X Mexican!reader

Warnings/triggers: Probably nothing!

Author's note: Pétalo means petal, Tía means aunty, Tío means uncle, Sobrina means niece, Sobrino means nephew, Hermana means sister, Hijo means son, Feliz Cumpleaños means Happy birthday 🤧

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Elvis has always been so polite and caring towards your family and when you first introduced him to your parents in ‘56 he instantly became the favourite. Out of all your brothers and sisters’ partners, Elvis won the spot of definite future son in law.

Your parents absolutely adore him, it’s not because he’s the upcoming celebrity but because of how well he treats you. Elvis would pick you up from your house for dates with a massive bouquet of flowers in his hand every single time and as much as you love the gifts, you tried to tell him to not spend so much on you but he kept insisting. He just loves watching you and your parents' reaction to the expensive things he would give you. Flowers, jewellery, clothes, anything.

Elvis would never forget to give your mamá something either, no, no, no, he’d give her the most beautiful things which you thought your papá would feel somewhat jealous of but no, he absolutely loves it!

Today is one of those days, Elvis has a lovely gift and he and his mama are dressed up to attend your mamá’s birthday party.

Your parents haven’t met Elvis’ parents yet and you weren’t going to lie, you’re a little nervous. Your family is very loving and welcoming when it comes to new members and Elvis’ parents are wonderful but you just can’t help it.

What if it’s not like that at all when he arrives?

“That must be your boyfriend!” Your aunty gasps in delight at the sound of the front door bell, you bite your bottom lip preparing yourself for some sort of disaster as you put down a plate of Chilaquiles.

“Quickly, you have to come and introduce us!” stumbling a little when your aunty drags you out of the kitchen into the living room. “Todas! Y/n’s boyfriend’s here!” She shouts, calling all the tías, tíos, sobrinas and sobrinos from all corners of the house. Holding onto your arm tightly with an excited smile on her face as your papá opens the front door.

“Hello.” Elvis grins, leaning to one side to peek inside of the house as your cousins scrabble around you to see who’s arrived.

“Ah! Pétalo, he’s handsome!” Your other aunty cheers.

Then in a blink, all of your family usher Elvis and his mama inside, the tios happily shaking hands and the tias greeting and complimenting Gladys. Your heart smiles at the delighted cheers and laughs.

“Hermana, look how tall he is! He must be really strong.”

“Could easily lift two of us up onto his shoulders!” The tias giggle.

“He reminds me of my late husband!”

“How could you think that? Your late husband wasn’t this handsome.”

“What do you mean? He was american!”

“Hermana, how long have you been living in America? 20 years? Not all Americans look like that!” The others argue.

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands at how your aunties are all over Elvis and Gladys.

“Todas! Todas! You’re going to scare them if you keep latching onto them like that!” Your mamá clicks her tongue with an amused smile on her face. Walking calmly through the sea of people to gasp and squeal seeing Gladys. “Hello, you must be Gladys!” Excitedly grabbing her hands and admiring her hair and skin. “Oh mi, you’re beautiful!”

Gladys smiles shyly, thanking your mother politely before her eyes turn to look at Elvis. “Oh, my hijo!”

You smile gently, watching Elvis chuckle and laugh as he bends down to hug. “Hello mamá.” He replies, carefully putting a nicely wrapped up jewellery box in her hands, grinning at how her eyes soften. “Feliz cumpleaños to the birthday girl.”

You’re quite surprised how well Elvis pronounced happy birthday in spanish, you would often teach him a few words whenever he wants to impress your parents.

“Aww my son…Come! Come! I made Camote, your favourite!”

Elvis nods with a laugh and with a delicate push, he says to take his mama to the kitchen and show her.

“Hi baby.” He turns to you, his eyes sparkling with joy at the sight of you. Slowly sliding his arms around your waist to be closer to you and seeing out of the corner of his eye, he sees your cousins watch with open mouths and he smirks, suddenly attacks your neck with playful kisses and growls.

“Ai! Elvis! Stop that!” You gasp in a hushed tone, hearing the little kids snicker. You start to laugh too, pushing him away you shake your head in disbelief. Kissing him a little when he hums for one you scrunch your nose at the youngest ones watching. “All of you, go away. This is adult stuff.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so!”

“OooOoo Pétalo’s going to give her boyfriend kisses!” One jokes with a cute giggle.

“Go!” You order again and this time they all begin to pile out.

“How’s my baby, hm?” Elvis asks with a cheeky deep voice, his hands sliding up your waist to the sides of your breasts. Chuckling as you rest your arms around his neck.

“Good, how was your trip here?”

“It was good-”

“Lunch is ready, lovebirds! Come and eat before it’s all gone!” Your Tía calls making both of you laugh.

“Yes, Tía!” Elvis answers back with a big smile.

You really do wish Elvis would become your family's son in law, he's perfect to you.

“C’mon, Pétalo. Let's go.”

#elvis presley #elvis fans #elvis #i love him #50s elvis #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis fluff

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johnnycakesswitch · 4 months ago

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hi!! I love ur headcannons :D I was wondering if you can do some jally headcannons? <3!

Thank you so much that’s so sweet!! Of course I can <3 I’m assuming you mean like jally as a ship so that’s what I’ll do but if you didn’t mean it that way, the majority of these can be read as platonic as well :)

Tw for suicidal thoughts

• literally the definition of that song where the line is like “I just can’t come between them, they got their own thing”

• no one will ever truly understand their bond, it’s just a known thing that Dally and Johnny are the most important people in the world to each other

• they honestly can’t even pinpoint when they developed feelings for each other, they’ve just always felt so much love and affection toward each other so strongly, they just didn’t know it was mutual for awhile

• one night Dally and Johnny were taking a walk because Johnny had been down all day and even though he didn’t say it, Dally just knew and was determined to get him talking. So they’re walking in silence for awhile until Dally asks, “so are you gonna tell me what’s the matter, johnnycakes?” and Johnny just breaks down. He hadn’t let himself cry in a long time before that and the way Dally spoke to him was so genuine and concerned that he couldn’t hold back anymore. He told Dally that he didn’t know how much longer he could keep living like this and that everyone would probably just be better off without him and Dally is livid, not at Johnny, but because he doesn’t deserve to feel this way. So he tells him that he better not hear him say that ever again because he can’t live without him and “if you go, I’m coming with you.” And Johnny just looks at him for awhile because Dally makes him feel more wanted than anyone ever has. And in the heat of the moment, they share a kiss. That night they talked and while they both knew they wouldn’t be able to publicly be together, they only wanted each other, so they would take what they could get. No one else mattered to them anyway as long as they have each other

• Johnny will stay with Dally at Buck’s a lot and they’ll both squish into his twin bed. The only problem is, Dally moves a lot in his sleep, so Johnny has to be sandwiched between Dally and the wall or else he’ll accidentally be pushed off ✋😭

• they love going on drives together when Buck lets him have the car. Dally can do a really good Elvis impression and Johnny will take that to the grave because he knows if he tells anyone Dally will stop doing it

• speaking of Buck, he knows about jally because he walked in on them making out one time. That was one of the few times that Dally was genuinely scared, not even for himself, but for Johnny. He didn’t want to put Johnny in any type of danger ever. But Buck actually likes Dally a lot and cares about him, so all he said was “make sure to lock your door if you don’t want company” and they could both breathe again

• the gang was like. Not surprised whatsoever. They didn’t even rly tell them formally, they just figured if anyone reacts badly they’ll cross that bridge when they get there. So they just started being physically closer and kissing and stuff around the gang and they’re all like “about time”

• around the holidays at the Curtis house they always “coincidentally” wind up under the mistletoe. Total coincidence. Not because Soda keeps moving it.

• Johnny calls him Dallas when he’s exasperated with him 😭 so like at least a few times a day

• speaking of exasperated, the gang cannot stand playing football w them anymore bc they’re on opposing teams and literally can’t keep their hands off each other. Jally will tackle each other when it’s not even necessary just so they can be touching. “Oh wow Dal like how did I end up on top of you sorry about that 🤭” Ponyboy mad as hell because Johnny isn’t paying attention and Darry is carrying their team 😭

• will share clothes without realizing it bc a lot of their stuff looks the same. Like they’ll both have the same black shirt and sometimes they’ll be out wearing each other’s and the only way to tell is because Dally’s is a little big on Johnny and Johnny’s is tight on Dal but they never seem to notice

• Dally gave Johnny his ring and he wears it on a chain as a necklace

• cleaning each other up after rumbles 🥺 and Dally’s always like gushing over him like “glory John I didn’t know you had all that in you you looked so tuff out there” and you can hear Ponyboy like gagging in the background

• he’s a hater as if he and Curly aren’t the absolute worst either

• always napping together. Just laying in bed or on the Curtis’ couch or wherever honestly next to each other and just sleeping 😴

• Dally’s always trying to make sure Johnny gets enough to eat

• when Dally jockeys Johnny will come hang out with him when he cleans the stables after and tell him how good he did. He always comes to watch Dally, he never misses a rodeo 🥰

• Johnny likes to play with Dally’s hair since he canonically doesn’t grease it. He thinks is so soft and fluffy and Dally’s just like “my hair’s tuff Johnny 😒” and Johnny’s like “whatever you say Dal”

• modern day Pony would record himself third wheeling jally and make a TikTok to that sound that’s like “mama y papa”

That’s all I have for now!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #johnny cade #dally winston #jally #ponyboy curtis #asks

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 7 months ago

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hello!! Could you do something where m!greaser turned out to be in 2 movies (first he was 10, the second when he was 16) had a total of 4 lines and 7 minutes of screen time with both. How would the gang react + Cherry when she recognized him?

Yes I would love to do that thanks so much for requesting this it’s such a fuego idea!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I love your account btw

Ponyboy Curtis

-shocked

-asks the most questions

-a lot of which you don’t know the answer because your only answer is actor and he asks a lot about the production, shooting, lighting etc.

-“do you know what model cameras they used for this shoot? And how they got that, uh, grainy effect?”

-lore master

-“but how do you think this plot played into that romance? Because to me, it doesn’t make a lotta sense…”

-out of everyone he’s the most excited

-he loves movies and now he gets to have an inside connection to film

-it’s the greatest thing ever

-he watches your part over and over fr

-would decode the whole movie (even if it’s not that deep 💀) gets into ALL the lore

-figures out that your seemingly small part is actually a lot more important to the plot than most think and explains it to you

-and you’re like 👍 😅

Johnny Cade

-mind boggled

-after he gets over it and smiles at you

-“Gee I didn’t know you were in a movie. Y/n, it’s so cool that you were in a movie!”

-he’s a total fanboy

-he’s really proud but keeps it more quiet

-will absolutely show the movie to other just so Che can slip in

-“actually… my friend was in that.”

-he’s so cute about it fr

Sodapop Curtis

-thought the movie was boring until your part

-Fr he was about to fall asleep then heard the sound of your voice and blinked his eyes open

-he recognizes it instantly and sits up and looks at the tv to confirm

-“wait… YOU WERE IN A MOVIE”

-his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets

-doesn’t like movies but this becomes his new favorite one

-is so impressed and thinks it’s super cool

-he was the widest stupidest grin on his face and (like cherry) keeps it on the entire time you talk in the movie

Darry Curtis

-I think he has the most chill reaction

-DONT get me wrong he’s super impressed but I don’t think he would like outwardly show that as much as the rest of the gang

-raises his eyebrow in surprise and turns to face you

-“you were in that?… huh, that’s pretty neat.”

-smirks and gives you a pat on the back

-“I didn’t know you did stuff like that…”

-whenever he feels upset/stressed I feel like he’d watch little 10 yr old you in the movie and it would cheer him up and clam him a bit

Dallas Winston

-Once he finds out it’s a nonstop bragging session

-to the point where you’re like ok I don’t think I should’ve told you 💀😭💅

-he teases you so hard tho

-“Careful now you’re talkin to a big time actor here”

-“Dally I had four freaking lines”

-he will tell anyone who will listen (and anyone who won’t)

-but he only ever brags about you behind your back

-he’s got a reputation to keep up

-He can’t be seen complementing you to your face or the gang will never let him hear the end of it (even though everyone knows how impressed n proud he is)��

-he’s actually obsessed and whenever you leave he’d watch your part again and just smirk like “that’s my y/n”

Two Bit Matthews

-didn’t even know you could do that

-shocked in the best way like “yeah that’s y/n right there! On the TV!”

-thinks you know like every celeb now 💀

-“So did you meet Elvis Presley?! What about Audrey Hepburn??!”

-“No, two, I do not know every famous person in the world because I spent 7 minutes in a few movies 💀😭💅”

-super supportive and impressed

-he wants you to keep acting so that you can get all famous and introduce him to Hollywood people 💀

Steve Randle

-when he sees your movies for the first time he raises his eyebrows like damn

-he glances at you, nodding his head

-“I didn’t know you were such a bigshot”

-you chuckle and roll your eyes

-he thinks that you’re 10 year old self is adorable

Cherry Valance

-she’s so happy for you and sweet about it

-“You’re so talented! Even in that one where you were still pretty young”

-endless compliments

-“Why, I didn’t know I was friends with an actor??!”

-gives you the biggest grin and keeps it the whole 7 minutes you’re on screen

-she’s so impressed n proud fr

-she thinks it’s like the coolest thing, especially because she grew up around a lot of relatively boring Socs

-so this is a big deal

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danielfuckingricciardo · 1 year ago

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for ur spotify wrapped game: 27 + lance stroll !!🫶🏻

Hi!!! Tysm for the request!

Song 27 - Can’t Help Falling In Love // Elvis Presley

My music taste really is all over the place lol sorry! But I am having thoughts abt this one cos this song is so damn sweet 😭😭😭 Enter wholesome Lance and his anxious gf!

Trigger warning for anxiety and mild panic attack

Vegas. The city of bright lights, parties, gambling and chaos. Even the thought of it gave you hives. No part of it appealed to you, and you were only there because your boyfriend Lance would be racing there in exactly three days time.

So, you sucked it up. You decided you’d try your best to look like you were enjoying yourself, even if the bright lights gave you a headache and the crowds of loud and drunken revellers made you anxious.

You grip Lance’s hand a little tighter as you walk through the lobby of the Bellagio, attempting to smile as what feels like a million cameras flash in your direction.

You knew that it shouldn’t bother you, that it’s just a consequence of dating a celebrity, but it did. You weren’t famous - you were no one. You just happened to meet Lance by chance and, as people do, you fell in love. For some reason that you could not quite understand, that made you worthy of being plastered all over gossip pages, your name smeared all over social media with equal amounts of praise and hate.

The bright flashes and shouts made your body tense up, and, as Lance sensed your stress, he gave your hand a small reassuring squeeze.

“We can go back to the room, if you want?” He asks quietly, and you shake your head.

“No, it’s okay, let’s go,” you respond, putting on a brave face and a smile as the two of you head into the casino together.

Once inside, you breathe a sigh of relief as you realise the casino’s patrons are more interested in gambling away their life’s savings than you. It was comforting, in a strange way, but the bright lights and loud sounds of the machines and roulette wheels didn’t help to calm your already anxious state.

You take a shaky breath in and out and grip Lance’s hand harder as you try and stop the room from spinning. It was all too much, you couldn’t bare it any longer.

“Hey, uh, I changed my mind, can we go?” You whisper, and Lance nods as he guides you back out of the casino and towards the elevators.

Lucky for the two of you, the fans and paparazzi had dissipated, and you no longer had to put on a brave face for the cameras. Instead, you could focus on calming yourself down, with Lance’s hand in yours providing a comfortable grounding to keep you there in the moment and out of your own anxious head.

Once back in your room, you take a seat on the edge of the bed and throw off your heels.

“I’m sorry,” You say, your voice barely above a whisper as Lance looks at you with a soft smile.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love,” He responds.

Lance kneels down before you and takes your hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“It’s all just a little… overwhelming,” You say, and Lance chuckles lightly.

“I know. I’m not a fan of it either. It does get easier, you find ways of coping with it all,” he says, and you smile at him.

“Yeah, I suppose I will. It’s all just so new to me, I guess. You’d be better off dating someone else famous.”

“I don’t want some random celebrity, I want you. You being the way that you are, that’s what made me fall in love with you,” he says, and you gaze into those beautiful dark brown eyes of his, which were full of sincerity and love.

“Damn, you’re good at rizzing up anxious chicks,” you chuckle, and Lance laughs too.

He reaches out to wrap his arms around you in a tight and comforting hug.

“You’re the only ‘anxious chick’ I want to ‘rizz up’ (Y/N)” he chuckles, before pressing a soft kiss to each of your cheeks, and planting a final sweet kiss to your lips.

#lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

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oh-austin · 2 years ago

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photographer!yn

for all my wives because we can’t stop thirsting over these bts pics

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yourinstagram early hair and makeup test #elvisfilm

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user3 how did you get these pics?

↳ user5 she’s the film’s photographer, baz hired her

↳ yourinstagram that he did!! I have a very cool job

oliviadejonge making austin look 10x better

↳ yourinstagram it’s hard work 🥱

austinfan6 austin in these pics hnggggg 🥴🥴🥴

↳ austinfan8 makes me feel some sorta way

user11 are you going to post more Elvis bts

↳ yourinstagram my entire feed is now dedicated to pictures of my time in Australia and Elvis 🫶🏼

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oliviadejonge yourinstagram and i take on australia

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yourinstagram miss dejonge arent you supposed to be on set right now?

↳ oliviadejonge miss l/n I didn’t think that canoodling with the talent was in your job description 🧐

↳ austinfan16 sorry what?

austinfan18 as if olivia just outed y/n like that

austinfan19 now olivia tell us which cast member y/n was kissing 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

↳ austinfan22 has to be austin

↳ user24 idk dacre was seen in queensland a few days ago…

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yourinstagram baz and austin in early hair and makeup tests for #elvisfilm

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austinfan22 just admit you’re dating austin

austinfan25 you’re not fooling anyone xo

austinbutler your eye for art never ceases to amaze me

↳ yourinstagram 🖤

↳ user26 what’re y’all doing? .. screwin?

↳ austinfan28 definitely

dacremontgomery you’re an amazing photographer y/n

↳ yourinstagram ❤️❤️

↳ austinfan30 me trying to decode what the different coloured hearts mean 😤😤😤

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yourinstagram six months in australia now, so grateful for my job and everything that’s come with it 🖤

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austinfan32 UHHHHH Y/N WHATS THAT NECKLACE YOURE WEARING

austinfan35 UMMMMM LIKE AN INTITAL NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS YOU.. BUT BECAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS YOU???

↳ austinfan36 I knew she was a swiftie 😭😭

user37 y/n exposed her and austin I can’t believe this 🫢

austinfan38 ‘A’ AS IN AUSTIN

yourinstagram has deleted this post !

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austinupdates OKAY!!! So Y/N L/N, the Elvis film photographer, had the second post up yesterday and then deleted it because she was wearing a necklace with an ‘A’ on it (1st slide) Many people believe that they’ve been together for the last six months or so. Now Y/N has reuploaded the picture with the necklace CROPPED OUT (2nd slide)!!!

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austinfan44 Y/N YOURE NOT SLICK

user47 I understand wanting to keep our relationship private, but now everyone knows they should just tell us

austinfan49 I want y/n and austin content

user53 confused, wasn’t she sending hearts to dacre???

↳ austinfan55 she just replied to his comment with some

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austinbutler grateful for this opportunity to fill such big shoes. thank you to my lady for capturing my first time all done up as the king #elvisfilm

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austinfan58 austin being the one to confirm their relationship was not on my bingo card for this year

austinfan61 MY LADY? Someone catch me im swooning

austinfan64 y/n these elvis pics are making me h-word…

↳ yourinstagram me too, it’s okay

user66 I cant wait for this movie

bazlurhman you’re such a talent 🌟

austinbutler 🖤🖤🖤

↳ yourinstagram 🖤

↳ austinfan68 guys i think black hearts are their thing, we might just be dumb 😭😭

oliviadejonge wait.. you’re dating y/n… I’m also dating y/n

↳ austinbutler yourinstagram care to explain?

↳ yourinstagram there’s enough of me to go around, go back to doing your jobs

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler x reader #austin butler fluff #austin butler drabble #elvis 2022 #austin butler fake instagram #ig photographer yn

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blackroseguzzi · 8 months ago

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Please continue the FATE series with Colin Zabel

pls pls pls 😭

FATE:

PART 5

SUMMERY: You first night as an informant for Mare. After spending time with Colin he finally decides he deserves the answers you never gave him.

Colin brought back two bottles of beer from the kitchen, and handed one to me with a small polite smile. He still drank miller Lite- I internally cringed at the memory of how he used to drink them all night up at the lake house. He would get super sappy after 3 or 4 and beg me to slow dance with him to music playing over the old record player that came with the place. Because of those memories, you constantly had to change the station any time ‘Love me tender’ by Elvis came on.

“Shall we dive in?” He asked, pulling me out of my head.

“Let’s,” I nodded back, thanking him for the beverage.

The two of us worked in the living room. I took of my jacket, trying to see if the heat boiling from my body was from my layers or from Colin’s mother’s glare from the dining room. She had made herself comfortable watching us as she pretended to read the paper.

We were professional, not breaking character of our respected roles as we worked, Sargent Sheehan had given me a load of information to slip into Colin's ear and in return I was given the task to relay whatever he gives me back to her.

I couldn’t help but stare at his hands as they grabbed pieces of paper from the files on the coffee table. Those hands had explored my body like a road map. They were gentle and strong all at the same time. Colin knew just about every place I liked to be touched, and he had always handled me like he needed all of me desperately, yet so careful not to be too hard as to break me.

I felt a lump forming in my throat. I had never realized what I was going to miss until it was no longer mine. I chased happiness, but I soon realized it wasn’t real because I had nobody to share it with. Yes, I loved my career but at the expense of what I lost it sometimes felt silly to lie to myself that it was worth it.

“Well, I think we can wrap this up tonight “y/n.”

My eyes snapped up to match Colin’s glare, pulling me from those depressive thoughts that seem to always be haunting me.

“Yeah I ah, I think you have a good start on things, thank you for giving me more to write about,” I smiled as I got up from the couch I had sat on so many times before.

The familiarity of Judy’s home was both comforting and chilling. Judy was a picture perfect mother in law- and I was forever going to be jealous of the girl that got to bake pies with her in the kitchen, go along with her shopping at Bloomingdale’s for sales, and who Judy would show those sweet baby pictures of Colin when he was a little boy- both of them imagining what their future children would look like.

As I stood, my eyes wandered to Judy who had a small smile on her face. She waved politely before returning back to her papers. She was probably pleased to see me leave.

Colin cleaned his throat after picking up all the scattered papers on the table. “I’ll walk you out?”

I turned to him and nodded shyly, a flash of pink had to have brushed my cheeks. I had become a stranger in a home that felt like my own at one point in time.

The cold night air felt nice on my skin after they had burned while being in the Zabel home. My feet felt like they were dragging as we walked quietly to my car parked out front.

I turned, ready to say my goodbyes, but Colin’s hand shot up to stop me.

“Please spare me, y/n. Please don’t say goodnight and leave like you don’t have that brutal feeling in your gut like I do.”

I could feel my face fall as the act of acting ‘normal’ finally crumbled inside of me.

“It’s like… like I swallowed a shit ton of rocks from lunch,” I replied quietly, digging my hands in my pockets as a small gust of wind whipped by us.

“I can’t have you showing up at my mom’s, y/n.”

I sighed, looking down at our feet. He had on casual shoes as opposed to his shiny work ones. They looked like the Nike’s I had gifted him our last Christmas together- the same day he gave me a ring I gave him a pair of shoes. In retrospect, I was the one who could have used the running shoes when I bolted from our engagement.

“I’m so sorry, I thought we could just….” I failed to find words that would accurately match my feelings.

“What? You thought we could pretend that you didn’t tell me you didn’t love me two weeks before you became my WIFE?” Colin cringed as he dragged out that word.

I felt the tear roll down my cheek before I knew that I was crying. He was right, we couldn’t pretend that I didn’t do such a horrible thing. I was learning that I had not done him the favor I thought I did.

“I had to leave Colin, and I'm forever going to regret how I did it.”

His eyes locked mine and I watched him bite the inside of his lip like he does when he was in deep thought.

“I need to know why you didn’t just have me come with you?” His words finally came out as a whisper, but resinated deep in my soul like he was screaming at me.

I wiped another stray tear from my eye to fix my blurry vision.

“You are the kindest man in the world, Colin Zabel. You would have come with me just to make me happy. I know you love your job and you wanted to stay and live close to your mom and our families for the rest of forever. I knew you would go with me even if you wanted to stay. I couldn’t ask you to do that after everything you ever did for me, but I needed that job. Writing is the therapy I never knew I always needed. You would have supported me at the cost of your own happiness and I didn’t want that resentment between us.”

“You’re projecting.” He stated flatly as he shook his head at me. I scrunched my face in confused.

“You were the one who had resentment. YOU felt like you put me first and took that shitty writing gig and YOU didn’t like it. I would have compromised on just about anything if It would mean I came home at night to you. Nothing, not even my job, or my family, made me happier than coming home to YOU. So you were right, I would have gone wherever you wanted me to because you were it for me. If moving, getting a new job and not seeing family as often meant I would still have you then I would have dropped everything and packed my bags happily!”

I stood there silently, every word hitting me to the core. I had never intended for him to blame himself, I had hoped it would wash away any feelings for me so he could start fresh with someone else who was content in every aspect of their lives.

He ran his hands down his face and I wanted so badly to open my mouth to say anything but nothing I could say would make the pit in my stomach go away.

“I guess… I just…” he drew in a deep breath before our eyes locked again. They were glassy, like tears would soon burst from the floodgates. “I always wanted to know what I did wrong... I just didn’t realize it was because I clearly didn’t show you how much I loved you.”

The sob came from my throat and took me by surprise. Then the tears ran freely off my cheek and onto the pavement between us. Nothing would ever fill the hole that was open in my heart, I knew that for certain now.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I felt Colin step closer to me, and looking up I wasn’t expecting to be pushed into his chest while he hugged me. He was actually hugging me.

“I don’t deserve that,” I replied, lightly pushing him away. He didn’t need to be hugging me during this epic meltdown. “I hurt you- you shouldn’t be comforting me.” I sniffed, wiping my nose with the back of my jacket sleeve.

“I didn’t want to make you cry, y/n,” His words were gentle- and your gut felt punched again.

“It’s fine.” I let out a slow breath before trying to compose myself. “I deserve it after everything- Fuck, I didn’t even say goodbye when I left….” I scoffed, now trying to avoid eye contact as words tumbled from my mouth. “I think not saying it gave me hope that our book wasn’t closed, that maybe our story was still unfinished.” I spoke softly, and the tenseness that hung on Colin’s shoulders began to lift.

Colin stared down at me, his hand slipping from my shoulder. I was already regretting pushing away from that hug because his touch was so warm.

Moments between us felt like a lifetime as the night air became more brisk, and I could hear cars on the busier road that was a street over.

“I’m so sorry Colin, I'm just going to go back home early, I think I’m doing more damage than good being here.” I went for my keys in my purse but Colin grabbed my arm, stopping me.

He cleared his throat, and I watched the wheels in his head turning.

“No, Erin should get the coverage she deserves. Nobody would write her justice as well as you.” I could see the small curl of his lip and I suddenly felt the heat creep up my cheeks.

“Thank you, Colin. But don’t want to”-

“You think tomorrow I can take you up on that dinner invite from this mornin?” Colin’s words cut mine like a knife. I felt my eyebrows raise as I tried to process what he had said to me. sliding his hand from my shoulder and rubbing the back of his neck, I could tell he was nervously waiting for my reply. I blinked a few times, my eyes drying from all the tears that had come out of me. “For work stuff- you know? Probably better than having my mom watching us like a Russian spy. I swear she read the same page of that paper the whole time we were in there.” He finished. I couldn’t help but laugh a little at his words, and you nodded quickly. Maybe this trip was turning into a plot twist in our story after all.

“I think that's a good idea, yes.”

“Let’s just try not to open anymore wounds okay?”

I nodded again before finally reaching into my purse to grab the rental car keys.

“Thank you, Zabel,” I replied quietly, the feeling of my tail between my legs would probably linger there for a while.

He opened his mouth, closed it and nodded. “See you later, y/l/n,” he gave one last small waved before turned around to walk slowly back up to his childhood home. I fumbled with my keys before walking to the driver’s side to get him. My phone started vibrating in my pocket as soon as I started my vehicle. I fumbled around my pockets before grabbing ahold of the buzzing piece of technology.

“Sheehan” scrolled across the screen and you quickly answered it.

I didn’t even get to say hello before her voice filled my ear “Fill me in.”

Mare was the one helping me get closer to Zabel all while covering this case, but I knew that if he found out I was giving her the information he was presenting to me that his ass was on the line. I just couldn’t stop the urge to be around him, so I let out a sigh before giving her every last detail.

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vintagepresley · 2 years ago

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His Love Affair

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 7,921 words

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Cheating, oral (f receiving), rough sex, dominate Elvis, praise kink, some dirty talk, public sex, Elvis catering to your pleasure and needs, cursing, typical elvis stuff.

Author’s Notes: AHHHH, okay, Elvis besties, so I got this random idea yesterday after watching a movie and it just inspired me to write this story, it’s different, and he is cheating on Priscilla (don’t hate me for writing this) 😭 But I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Also changed the timeline of when he bought Circle G. I can’t wait to hear everyone’s thoughts. Possible spelling errors!! Side note: look how cute he is!!

You’re not a dream, you’re not an angel, you’re a woman…

It’s 1969 and Elvis had just purchased Circle G Ranch as quiet get away to relax and ride the horses that he had just bought for Priscilla and himself, in the hopes of having something that the two of them could bond over, things hadn’t been the best between them, especially with the apparent rumors of his infidelity, but his love of horseback riding was beginning to take on a life of its own when he began to purchase more horses for his friends and family, to the point that he needed to hire someone to be able to take care of them for him. That’s when he found you, your credentials were all he needed to know that his horses would be well taken care of. But his assumption was that you were a man, so much to his surprise the first day you showed up to Circle G Ranch he was taken aback by the assumption he made, but also by your beauty. But you were also a bit starstruck by the fact that Elvis Presley was hiring you to take care of his horses, but you kept things professional, you had to just to keep yourself from fangirling.

The both of you discussed when you would work, and he even suggested you moving into Circle G Ranch just to make sure that you were always there just in case. You thought that was a bit odd, but then again after the small tour he gave you noticed quite a few people were living there besides him and Priscilla. So, you took him up on his offer after your discussion. He was nothing like you thought he was going to be, he was very respectful and quite shy it seemed. But very welcoming, he had a way of making you feel like you’d known him for years. It was different from other people you had worked for. So, you had a good feeling about this new job. He tried to offer you a room in the house, but you didn’t feel right about that with his wife and all. You told him you were fine with having a trailer home like everyone else who had lived there. You were there to do a job, that was all. He respected the fact that you took your job seriously and that you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize it. So, he bought the nicest trailer that money could buy, you were a bit shocked and didn’t need anything that fancy, but he insisted.

It had been a few weeks since you had been working there, and from time to time you would speak with his friends and family, even Priscilla the two of you were basically the same age. But the person who you spoke to the most was Elvis, at first you just thought he wanted to learn more about horses, and horseback riding and the care they needed. But sometimes he would talk to you about his life and ask you about your own. The conversations only grew more personal as the days went on, and he was coming out to the barn more often anytime he was at the ranch. There was something about you that was just a breath of fresh air for him. He felt like he could talk to you, open himself up to you in ways he couldn’t with others, not even his own wife. You learned that you had some things in common when it came to the world of spirituality and that made him even more impressed with you. He could talk for hours about it. You did enjoy the unusual bond the two of you had formed, he was charming to say the least, a bit flirty at times, but you still had a job to do, and he was a married man. So, you chalked it up to nothing more but some innocent conversation.

Elvis didn’t always stay at the ranch; he spent his days riding when he wasn’t busy with his work schedule. But always went back to Graceland. He just needed a place to relax from time to time. But he kept some of his Memphis Mafia at Circle G just to make sure you were looked after. Which you thought was ridiculous because you didn’t feel unsafe. But he insisted. The urge to admit that his protectiveness made him even more attractive only made you feel so bad, because you didn’t want to have thoughts like that. Especially since you spoke with Priscilla sometimes. It was late one night, and you were getting ready for bed. Elvis had told Priscilla he was going for a drive because he couldn’t sleep, that drive being to Circle G with a few books of his that he thought you’d be interested in. You heard the gates of the ranch opening assuming one of his men might have been going out for a bit. Just as you were getting ready to call it a night, you hear a knock at your door. Which you thought was quite unusual at this hour. You were wearing just your nightgown, so you quickly grabbed a robe to cover up with and then you answered the door. The look of shock on your face when you realized it was Elvis and with a stack of books and he was in his pajamas. “Mr. Presley... What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” you asked a bit confused.

He chuckled softly. “Call me, Elvis and everything’s fine. I hope I’m not disturbing ya.. I couldn’t sleep and I-I found some books that I thought you’d be interested in after our chat the other day.” He said with a smile, handing them to you, he couldn’t help but noticed how different you looked, your hair was down, and he had never seen it that way before, he couldn’t help thinking how beautiful you looked. “Oh.. Thank you, I’ll be sure to read them.” You say with an awkward smile, thinking it was a little weird he felt the need to bring these books tonight instead of tomorrow. You weren’t sure what to say now, you wanted to sleep, but you didn’t want to be rude. He was standing there like he was waiting for an invite. “Um, did you want to come inside?” you asked. “Can I? Unless I’m keeping you awake..” he said. “No, of course not. Please come in.” You said as you moved out of the doorway, letting him in and then you shut the door behind him, setting the books down on the table.

He looked around the trailer, noticing the little touches you had put on it. “I like what you’ve done with it. Ya know my offer still stands to have you move into the house.” He said with a smile. “Thank you, but that isn’t necessary, Mr. Presley.” You said nervously, it was late, and you weren’t in your usual attire, and you were completely alone with him in your trailer. If any of the guys had seen, they would assume only the worse. “Mr. Presley? Come on now, I feel like we’ve gotten to know each other enough for you to call me Elvis, honey.” He said with a nod. “Okay… Elvis, I’m quite comfortable here.” You said softly. “I can see that.” He said, his blue eyes now staring at you as you both stood there in silence. “Is something wrong?” you muttered. “Hm? Oh, nothin’... I just... Ya look different is all..” he said. “Different how?” you said as you raised an eyebrow. He was reaching over to you now, his fingertips gliding through your hair gently. “Your hair... I’ve never seen you wear it down. You should wear it like this sometimes. I like it.” He said. You were practically holding your breath the moment he touched your hair, and when he pulled his hand away you, you quietly exhaled and ran your own fingers through your hair, nervously, like some little girl. “Oh, thank you… I prefer it up when I’m working…” you mumbled.

“Mm..” he nodded. “Y/N.. Do you want to know the real reason I came out here tonight?” he asked. “Um, it wasn’t to bring me books?” you responded. “Well, I did want you to have the books, but no... That was just an excuse to come here.” He said with a shrug. “I don’t think I understand.” you uttered. “I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you, honey. I wanted to see you.” He said as he stepped closer to you, prompting you to back up from him with each step he took until there was nowhere else for you to go. Part of you thought about him too, you hated yourself for it, but you had to gain control here. “Mr. Pres- Elvis... I can’t... We can’t… Priscilla.” You mumbled out, wanting him to back away from you after hearing her name, but secretly hoping that wouldn’t stop him. I hate myself for feeling this way… This is wrong. “Don’t do that..” he mumbled, he had you cornered, just how he wanted you to be, he was standing closer than ever to you, you haled his scent and feeling his body against yours, wanting nothing more than to push him away, your brain kept telling you this was wrong, but your body was telling you something else.

Before you could even get a response out, he was capturing your lips in a soft kiss, your body slightly giving into him and your lips kissing his back and then you caught yourself and you gently pushed him back, covering your mouth shaking your head. “Elvis, please... We can’t.” you mumbled. He was staring into your eyes now, trying to get a read on you, he brought one of his hands up to comb his fingers through your hair gently, brushing some of it behind your ear. “I know you’ve been thinking about me too. Don’t deny yourself something you want…” he whispered as he caressed your cheek gently with the back of his hand. “It’s just some innocent fun... Nothing more.” He said as his lips hovered over yours once again. “Just an innocent… little… affair..” he whispered as his lips met yours again in a more passionate kiss, this time he made it so hard to resist and your body finally succumbed to his whims, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back deeply, unable to stop yourself. He slipped his arms around your waist, and he let out a soft groan against your lips as the two of you pulled each other in your embraces.

He moved his hands to the front of our robe, quickly getting it undone to reveal your nightgown that he took a quick glance at with a smirk, and he reached behind him, pushing off the books you sat on the countertop onto the ground and he grabbed your waist and lifted you up onto the counter, you let out a soft noise against is lips and then his hands moved down to his pajama pants and as he was doing that you were tugging your nightgown up your thighs, revealing the heat between your legs as you spread them open for him as was tugging his pants down and his cock springing out, he grabbed a hold of your thighs, tugging you forward, you squealed softly. You were having second thoughts about this but everything in you wouldn’t allow you to stop this foolishness. You knew there was no turning back. He thrusted himself forward, guiding his cock into your pussy that was already pooling with your slick, he roughly slammed himself into you. You let out a loud gasp and a moan follow right after, throwing your head back as your grasp on him only grew tighter, he held onto your hips as he began to fuck you, each thrust becoming rougher as he picked up the pace, burying his face into your neck as his groans escaped him loudly, you were holding onto him for dear life, your moans becoming louder as he plunged himself deeper into you, every inch of him filling you up as your bodies moved at the same tempo.

It was a passion neither you nor him had ever felt before, your breathing was becoming heavier, louder as did the noises that escaped you, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, you cried out his name the words leaving your lips in almost a whimper. “Fuck… You’re so wet for me, so tight, baby... I knew you wanted this…” he mumbled against your neck nearly breathless, as he kept up his pace inside of you. His hands gripping your hips tighter as your nightgown slipped up above your ass, he held you down as he slammed into you, forcing you to adjust to the size of him, like you were made just for him. You felt your body shake, tense up, shudder at the very feeling of him inside of you like this. He was going to make you cum like you never had before, there was no holding it back. There were no words being spoken now just the sounds of both of your moans, your bodies colliding together, the creaking sound of the trailer, and the heavy breathing that escaped the both of you. You both were so in tune with this act that there was no warning when the both of you reached your orgasms, your body jolted as you came, making a mess on his cock, the very feeling of him filling you up with his cum only made that feeling more intense, but before you could even ride out that high, he was pulling out of you quite abrutly, the mixture of his cum and yours pooled out of you and dripped down your thighs.

You looked confused as you were trying to catch your breath and bring yourself back down to earth as you watched him quickly pull his pants up, he kissed your lips softly. “I’ve gotta go.. I’ll see you tomorrow.” he mumbled. “Elvis, wait! We-” but before you could get anything further out, he was already rushing out of the trailer, you hopped off the counter and looked out the window seeing him get in his car and drive out of the gates of Circle G. You were dumbfounded by what just happened. Fuck... What did I just do? This was a mistake... Why did he leave like that? How could I face him or Priscilla tomorrow... You’re so stupid. You went to bed feeling confused and in fear that someone was going to find out what the two of you just did. But you also thought about how much you enjoyed it, the way he just made you putty in his hands, his very words running through your head the rest of the night. “An innocent little affair.” It was going to be a restless sleep for you.

The next morning came quick, and you were tired as ever from the lack of sleep you got, but you started your day like you usually did, because you still had a job to do. As the day went on you saw no signs of Elvis or Priscilla especially around the time the two of them would come to Circle G. You thought it was a bit odd. He is avoiding me. ME? When he started that last night. You shook off those thoughts trying to focus on your work and caring for his horses, but you couldn’t help but check every five minutes in hopes that he’d show up. But nothing. Later that night your mind was still on Elvis, you didn’t under what was happening or why you even cared so much. You got yourself showered and put your robe on as you stood in the mirror, brushing your wet hair thinking about the night before and the way he fucked you. You suddenly heard a familiar little knock at your door, knowing it had to be only one person. Elvis. You sat your brush down and hurried to the door, opening it and seeing him not dressed in his pajamas like last night, but in his usual style of clothing, looking good as always. You couldn’t find the words to say to him.

“Hey, baby.” He said in that thick accent with a smirk on his face as he made his way inside of the trailer, shutting the door behind him. “Elvis.. I-I didn’t think I was going to see you today, you never came around your usual time.” You said trying not to sound like you were clingy or desperate, just making an observation. “Yeah, I got a little busy with some business… But I did tell ya I’d see you.” He said as he leaned in to give you a kiss, but you backed away from him, shaking your head. “We can’t do that again… Last night shouldn’t have happened. Speaking of, why’d you leave like that? Did I do something wrong?” you said. He raised an eyebrow at you, and he shook his head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong, I guess I felt like I maybe got ahead of myself, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what we did or you. I know you feel the same way, darlin’.” He said with a sly smirk.

“Maybe I do… But it’s wrong.” You said softly, watching him step closer to you, cupping your face in his hands, and kissing your lips softly. “What’s so wrong about this?” he mumbled on your lips, one of his hands moving to tangle in your hair. “Everything…” you whispered against his. “Then tell me to stop, tell me this isn’t what you want, tell me.…” he mumbled, tugging gently at your hair as he kissed your lips once again, you kissed him back letting out a soft whimper, knowing you should listen to what your mind was telling you, but the weakness you felt around him made it impossible. “I…I… Don’t stop… Please… I want you…” you whispered; you couldn’t believe those words left your mouth. A small “Mm” escaped his lips, he grabbed a hold of your waist, walking you backwards toward the bedroom as he glanced down at your robe, tapping the front of it with his index finger. “Take this off.” He demanded. You stared up at him, slowly untying the front of your robe and slipping it off your body, letting it fall to the ground, you stood there completely naked in front of him. He eyed you up and down with a smirk. “Lay on the bed.” He mumbled as he began to unbutton his shirt. You felt like you had floated out of your body and someone else was controlling your mind and your actions.

You climbed onto the bed, turning to lay on your back as you propped yourself up on your elbows, inhaling deeply as your spread your legs open for him, tilting your head back for a moment. “Uh uh.. I want ya to looking at me, baby.” He growled. You tilted your head back up and now you were staring directly at him, watching him unbutton his pants and removing them along with his underwear, tossing them aside and he climbed onto the bed and then on top of you, your heart was racing anticipating what he was going to do next. He kissed your lips softly, running one of his hands down your body, just barely touching your soft skin, he ran his hand down between your legs, brushing his fingers between your folds, your slick coating his fingers and then shoving two of his long fingers inside of you without warning, you gasped, and your body twitched from his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he mumbled on your lips as he pumped his fingers slowly inside of you. “M-Mhmm…” you managed to mumble out as you nodded your head. He captured your lips in another kiss, grazing his teeth over you bottom lip. “Let me hear you say it...” he mumbled right against your lips.

You were speechless, you were so turned on by what he was doing and still having a conflict within yourself about all of this, he pumped his fingers deep inside of you, curling them just enough to cause a loud whimpering moan to escape you, your body squirming beneath him. “Answer me, baby..” he barked. “Y-Yes.. Yes, I’ll be a good girl...” you cried out. He smirked at your words, continuing to pump his fingers inside of you at a slow pace as he kissed along your neck and down to your chest, stopping once he got to your breasts and you watched as he kissed over your breasts giving each equal attention, he let his lips linger over one of your nipples, then taking the sensitive bud between his teeth, grazing it gently, you tilted your head back and arched your back just a bit as you moaned softly, he had the ability to make you feel complete bliss, playing with your sensitivity the way that he did, you squirmed beneath him some more when you felt him slip another finger inside of you, your hands clawing at the sheets.

“Goddamn, baby, I love how wet you get for me…” he mumbled against your skin, glancing up at you through those dark long eye lashes of his. You felt him start to kiss further down your body, his lips soft and light against your skin, he trailed a bunch of kisses down your stomach and once he was between your legs, he pulled his fingers out of you, holding them up for you to see what good girl you were, a soft whimper leaving your lips. “Mm, look at that… Makin’ such a mess already, little one.” he muttered with a smirk. You bit down on your bottom lip as you stared at his fingers, becoming a bit flustered at the very sight of your mess and then your eyes widen a bit watching him lick your juices off his fingers, one by one, you could feel your pussy practically throbbing for him at this point. Once he was done, he buried his face between your legs, leaving kisses on both of your thighs, teasing his way to the thing that was screaming for him the most, once he finally got there, he teased his tongue in between your wet folds, working his way up to your clit, flicking the sensitive bud between his tongue, tracing circles over it. Your breathing grew heavy, he stared up at you watching your chest rise and fall as your moans grew louder for him. His goal was to please you, to give your body every bit of attention that it deserved.

You reached both your hands down to tangle into his hair, pulling at the dark strands lightly and wrapping your thighs around his shoulders as he continued to tease your clit, he glided his tongue down your folds, bringing one of his hands up to press his thumb firmly against your clit, as he rubbed against it slowly, teasing your entrance with his tongue, your slick coating his face as it pooled out of you, your eyes were rolling back from the pleasure he was giving you, you whimpered out his name, and each time you called it out it became more and more inaudible as your breathy moans took over, plunged his tongue deep inside of you, fucking you with his tongue, you tightened your grip on his hair without even realizing it and pushed his face into your pussy, your toes curling against his back. The noises escaping echoing throughout the trailer, and you slowly began to grind yourself up against his face, trying to get his tongue to be as deep as possible in you, all the way, his thumb was still working against your cilt, that was making things uncontrollable for you. He was eating your pussy like a man starved, a man eating his very last meal. A man who hungered for you and only you. “Oh…M-MY… God…” you cried out.

You could hear his muffled groans against your pussy and the vibration from them sent shivers throughout your body. “El-Elvis… You’re going to make me cum…” you said in an airy tone. He pulled himself back, looking up at you, wrapping his hands around your thighs, shaking his head. “Don’t you dare…” he uttered, licking you off his lips and pulled himself up and your body was shaking with delight from how over stimulated he had made you, you pouted when he pulled away, but in a fleeting moment, he grabbed your hips and lifted you up to turn you on your stomach, forcing you to sit up on your knees and he brought your hips up toward him and pushed your upper down to rest against the bed, forcing you to arch your back, your face was pressed up against the pills, your hands grasping them as you heard him behind you, stroking his cock and he slide the tip between your folds using it to coat his cock, then grabbed a hold of your waist, keeping you still as he guiding his cock into your pussy, groaning softly from the familiar feeling of it, the tightness and how you felt so perfect around him, you moaned out against the pillows, he was being too gentle. “Fuck me… Just fuck me..” you begged.

He couldn’t help but smirk and he was pleased that you were finally giving in and not denying yourself the pleasure you felt with him, he held on your hips as he started to thrust himself into you, each thrust became faster than the last until the point of him slamming into you, his hands running up and down your back, his groans growing louder as the sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, you were practically biting at the pillow beneath you as you felt every inch of his cock plunging deep inside of you, stretching you out around him, he reached one of his hands up to grab your throat, pulling you up towards him, your back pressed firmly against his chest as he bounced you on his cock, you took advantage of that by moving yourself against him. “Fuck.. Just like that… Just like that, baby..” he mumbled softly as his lips pressed against your shoulder, you tilted your head back against him, reaching up to place your hand on the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss his lips as you moaned softly against them, his groans following right after as your bodies continued to move completely in tune with one another.

“I-I… I’m going to cum, Elvis... Please let me cum…” you begged. Your orgasm was approaching fast, you could feel it building. “Go ‘head, baby.. Make mess on my cock like a good girl.” He whispered in your ear. Those were the only words you needed to hear and you thrusted yourself against his cock faster, grabbing onto his arms, your nails digging into his skin, as your eyes rolled shut, your body tensing up and trembling above him and your moans coming out in droves the very moment you finally reached that high and you came all over his cock, you heard him groan loudly against your ear, he held you down as he followed right behind you, feeling the warmth of his cum filling you up and you both rode out your highs. “Good girl.. Good girl…” you heard him mumble against your ear, he pulled out of you, smirking at the sight of your mess, you collapsed against the bed, completely drained, you felt the weight of him collapse on top of you, trailing kisses along your back, before he rolled over onto the bed and laying there for a moment to catch his breath. You turned your head to face him, trying to pull yourself together. He leaned over and kissed your lips softly, wrapping his arm around you and you snuggled into his side, staring up at him. “Can you stay?” you asked softly. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t. Maybe another time.” He said, combing his fingers through your hair. A small pout formed on your lips as you nodded. “I understand.” You said softly.

You watched as he pulled away and climbed out of the bed, grabbing his clothes, and getting dressed, you rolled over onto your back, pulling the blankets up to cover yourself with them as you sat up. He walked over to you leaning down to kiss your lips one more time and you returned his gently kiss. “When will I see you? I mean… When will you come back here like this?” you said, trying to rephrase knowing you may see him like you usually do when he comes to ride his horses. “Give me a few days, honey.” He said and you nodded at his words, he kissed your forehead, and you watched as he made his way out of your trailer, faintly hearing him get into his car and driving away. You laid back against the bed, letting out a soft sigh, at this point you were in way too deep now, that’s twice now that you fucked. This night more passionate than the first. It was hard to resist him. You were strong enough, you laid in bed replaying this whole night in your head, pondering what this made you now. His mistress? His lover?

Weeks had gone by and within those weeks Elvis had paid you a visit few nights a week, sneaking out of Graceland and making his way down to Circle G in the middle of the night, the two of you fucking each other to no end in the late hours of the night and sometimes he’d stay overnight. Then you would see each other in passing during the day when he would come to ride his horses, you did your best to not come face to face with Priscilla when she would be there with him, feeling a bit of jealously when you see the two of them, knowing you had no right to be jealous. Sometimes Elvis would sneak away to steal a kiss from you and for a bit of heavy petting, you even started wearing your hair down for him since liked it. The Memphis Mafia was beginning to catch on to what was going on between the two of you, because they would see Elvis coming to Circle G and sneaking into your trailer at night, sometimes they’d overhear the commotion going on, but that was none of their business. They were there to look after you while you worked for him. But anyone who was paying attention could see what was going on. What concerned you the most about this torrid affair was falling in love with him. You did not want to fall in love with him and it was becoming hard to control your feelings.

You were doing your usual work making sure the horses were well fed and cleaned, making sure the stable was in good conditions, with everything going on with Elvis you forgot the reason you were here, for your love of horses. You were humming to yourself and brushing the mane of Elvis’ favorite horse, Rising Sun. Priscilla and some of guys were already out riding their horses and Elvis hadn’t showed up yet, but you knew with everyone here today he’d have no way of sneaking off to come and see you like he sometimes did. But he had finally arrived, and he figured where you’d be, since the guys had already caught on to his games with you, they didn’t follow behind him any further as he made his way to the stables, quietly walking inside as he saw you with Rising Sun, he stared at you for a moment with a smile, walking up behind you and pulling you into his arms. You nearly squealed because he scared you and you looked back to see it was him and then you were frantically looking around as you squirmed out of his arms.

“Elvis, you can’t do that. Everyone is here today; someone could walk in at any moment.” You whispered. “Don’t worry about that. How’s Rising Sun doin’ today?” he asked with a smile, as he pet the horse. “Good. Ready for you to ride.” You nodded with a smile. “Before I do that, I want to show you something. Come with me.” He gestured for you to follow him, and you raised an eyebrow, following him out of the stables, he hopped into one of his golf carts, patting the seat beside him. “C’mon.” he said. You were a bit hesitate because you didn’t want people to get the wrong idea, but you hopped in with him and he drove off to the back of the ranch house. “You know that old barn I’ve been getting fixed? Well, it’s finished now, and we should be able to a few more horses now.” He smiled. You looked at the newly renovated barn. “It’s beautiful.” You smiled at him. “Isn’t it? I was thinking of calling it “House of the Rising Sun”, what do you think?” he looked at you with a grin. “I love it, Elvis. Really.” You nodded, smiling at him.

“Come on, I wanna show you inside.” He said as he got out of the golf cart and you followed him behind him, he passion for horses was quite adorable, though much like everyone else you did feel he was spending too much money on things, but you never mentioned those concerns to him, it made him happy and made him feel relaxed. So, that was the most important thing. You followed closely behind him as he showed you around the barn. Once he was finished, he turned to you wanting your opinion. “Do you like it?” he smiled. “I do, it’s perfect. You’re going to have your hands full.” You laughed softly; you watched as he moved toward you. “That’s why I have you, honey. You’ve been a big help to me... In a lot of ways...” he smirked as he combed his fingers through your hair. “Elvis…” you said bashfully, hiding your flustered face, still on high alert of making sure no one would catch you two. He placed his index finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “Don’t look away, I want to see how I make my little girl blush.” He grinned, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. You brought your hands up to press against his chest, pushing him back just a bit. “We can’t do this now.. Tonight, come by tonight.” you whispered.

You squirmed past him, but he grabbed a hold of your arm, pulling you back to him. “I want to fuck you right here… Right now, baby.” He said sternly. “But what if someone catc-“before you finished your sentence his lips crashed against yours in a deep kiss, his hands pushing up your dress and running up your legs, his hands grazing over your panties as you returned his kiss, letting out a soft noise, he mumbled against your lips. “Let’s get these panties off, baby.” He mumbled, backing you into a corner and leaving you with no choice but to submit to him. He grabbed a hold of the hem of your panties, tugging them down your legs and you slowly stepped out of them as you stared up at him and he moved his hand between your legs, brushing his fingers up against your wet heat, your slick coating his fingers, you let out a soft whimper. “Mm, turned on already I see..” he smirked. “Elvis… Please.. We could get caught.” you cooed. He let out a soft chuckle. “That’s the fun of it, honey.” He said teasingly, leaning down to kiss along your neck as his two of his fingers glided back and forth between your folds.

He used his other hand to try to unbutton the front of your dress but ended up tearing the delicate fabric open as he grew impatient with the buttons, revealing your bare breasts, you let out a soft gasp, biting on your bottom lip. He removed his hand from between your legs and then grabbed a hold of your thighs, lifting you up into his arms and he laid you down on the floor of the barn, the roughness of the wooden floor against your back caused a small whine to escape your lips, you held onto his back, grasping him gently and keeping your legs tightly wrapped around his waist as he forced your dress up. “I want you, I want you so bad, Elvis.” You cried out softly. A sly grin dancing across your lips at your words and he reached down to undo his pants and reaching inside of them to pull himself out, he was already hard for you, he was done with the teasing, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, the possibility of being caught with you and fucking on the floor of the barn only turned him on more. He leaned down, pressing kisses against your breasts and he grabbed a hold of his cock, shoving every inch of himself deep into your pussy, your body shook beneath him at the rough feeling of him inside of you, clawing at his back with your nails, a loud moan escaping your lips almost forgetting you were out in public.

He began to roughly thrust himself inside of you at a steady pace, gripping one of your thighs in his hand the faster his body moved against yours, letting out loud groans against your neck, and you arched your back just a bit, the feeling of the wood beneath you scrapping your skin with each of your movements that followed his, he was moving quicker, his cock slamming inside of you, hitting each spot that he knew drove you crazy, your head tilted back as your eyes were rolling closed, the sounds escaping the both of you echoed throughout the empty barn, the two of completely forgetting that you weren’t in the trailer and that people could possibly hear, but in that moment not giving a damn. You moved your hands to cup his face in them, making him look at you and crashing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss. “I love the way you fuck me…” you managed to mumble out against his lips between your moans. He lifted your hips slightly off the ground fucking you from a different angle, you cried out his name over and over, his name never leaving your lips.

“Goddamn, you’re gonna make me cum already..” he growled against your ear. He lifted you up so that you were in his lap as he continued to fuck you deep, your dress slowly slipping off your shoulders, you wrapped your arms around him tight, grinding your hips against his movements, his hands gripping your thighs tight the feeling of his rings piercing your soft skin leaving their mark on you. You were on the brink of having an orgasm and you grabbed a hand full of his hair, your lips hovering over his as you moaned against them repeatedly. “Make me cum, daddy… I’m almost there..” you cooed. That only prompted him to plunge himself into you faster. “That’s it… Yes.. Yes…” you cried out against his lips and just like that your orgasm finally hit you at full force, your body completely tensing up your legs holding him in place, as you clenched around him as you came. “Fuck…” he mumbled out between a groan and your orgasm only causing his to follow right after especially feeling your juices dripping down him, the warmth of his cum coating your insides, and you grinded against him slowly wanting to milk it all out of him, kissing his lips sloppily and he returned your kiss, biting at your bottom lip.

You pulled back from him now with a small smirk and lifting yourself off him and falling back against the floor, letting out a soft groan, a soft giggle escaping your lips. He smirked at you, laying by your side out of breath and shoving himself back into his pants and buttoning them back up, he looked over a you as he chuckled to himself. “You’re such an amazing fuck… Goddamn, baby.” He said with a soft laugh. “I’m sorry for ripping your dress, I can buy you a new one, honey.” You laughed at his words, shaking your head a bit. “You don’t need to buy me anything. Thank you, though.” You said as you smiled over at him. He sat up a bit and he leaned over you, and you watched as he slipped one of his rings off his fingers. “I want you to have this.” He said, grabbing a hold of your hand and placing in the palm of it. “What for?” you asked curiously. “Because I care about you, I want you to have somethin’of mine and don’t ya dare think about givin’ it back.” He said sternly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You smiled at him, nodding at his words, and trying to keep yourself from blushing. “Thank you. It’s lovely.” You said softly.

“We should probably get back. I’ll drive you over to your trailer so you can get changed.” He said as he stood up and reached down to help you up as well, the both of you cleaning yourselves off and you held your dress closed at the top where he had ripped it. You watched as he went over to grab your panties, slipping them into his pocket. You raised an eyebrow at him. “I guess I won’t be getting those back, hm?” you laughed. “Nope.” He grinned, taking a hold of your hand, and leading the two of you back out to the golf cart. You both hopped in and drove back around to where your trailer was and where everyone was hanging out at, there was no sign of Priscilla, so you assumed she was in the house, you tried your best to look like you weren’t just fucked on barn floor as you quickly ran into your trailer trying to avoid the guys from seeing you. You let out a sharp exhale, taking a moment to breathe.

You stood with your back against the door, lifting your hand up to stare at his ring that was still in the palm of your hand, you smiled to yourself and you began to realize that you were falling in love with him because the feelings you were beginning to develop were strong and growing each day, after him giving you his ring that only deepened your feelings. You knew you were in trouble now. You couldn’t fall in love with him because you know you two could never really be together. He’d never leave Priscilla and you never expected him to, never wanted him to. You were better than this, you didn’t understand how you could let this happen. But as much as you started to care for him and vice versa, you knew this affair needed to come to end. You didn’t want to get hurt and as thrilling this was, you knew it was still wrong and wasn’t fair to Priscilla. There was only one person who could end it. You.

That night you began packing some of your things, deciding you couldn’t do this anymore, you knew it would hurt him. But this had gone on long enough and if it went any further you weren’t sure what might happen. After you had packed a few of your things, you sat down at the table and you began to write Elvis a note, you knew he’d be coming at his usual time and you wanted to be gone by then, so he didn’t try to stop you, but you wanted to still say goodbye to him. Once you had it written, you placed it on the counter for him to see as soon as he walked in, deciding to keep his ring and the books just to have something to hold onto the memory of him and you headed out of the trailer, without a word to his guys and you hopped into your car, tears welling up in your eyes as you began to have second thoughts, but you knew you had to go, it was for the best for both of you. Giving a quick glance back at Circle G as you began to drive through the gates and out of Elvis’ life forever.

Later that evening Elvis was pulling up at his usual time, happy as always to see you and he knocked on your door lightly, waiting for you to answer, he looked around noticing your car was gone which he thought was odd, because you knew he was coming to see you, usually you kept the door open for him so he wouldn’t have to knock, but he always did anyway, but he opened the door and walked inside, not seeing any sign of you and noticing that some of your stuff was gone, he then he saw the note and his heart nearly sank. He picked it up and sat down as he read:

Dear Elvis,

This is the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do, but I feel it is for the best for both of us, I can’t continue with this affair any longer, my feelings for you were turning into love and that scared me. I know you won’t ever leave your wife and I don’t expect you too. So, the best thing was for me to end this, end it before it went further than it already had. The amount of guilt I feel is unbearable and falling in love with you would just cause too much trouble. I couldn’t bare saying goodbye to you in person. I want to thank you for letting me work for you and for the fun that we had together. I’ll never forget those crazy few weeks with you and the way you made me feel. The feelings you awakened in me, the deep conversations we shared and for the books you gave to me and your ring. I’ll cherish those moments and those things for as long as I live. I hope for nothing but the best for you and Priscilla.

Love, Y/N.

He was speechless, shocked, and hurt by your sudden departure, you were special to him and now that was all gone, he had to stop himself from crumbling up that note of yours, he inhaled deeply and folded it up and slipped it into his pocket, looking around the empty trailer, he knew that this wasn’t going to last forever, but he wasn’t expecting it to end so soon. But he understood that being a married man he wouldn’t have been able to have you both. The summer of 69’ spent with you would always be one he remembered even as it became a distant memory throughout the years.

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Sorry if I forgot anyone!!!

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gr444nde · 1 year ago

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i can’t help—

falling in love with you

part two

vinnie hacker x fem!reader (lwrcase intended)

warnings: very angsty chapter, happy ending

“did I do something?” you manage to say to vinnie. vinnie seemed off the whole day, he even told his friends to have fun dancing without him. most importantly he was being a little mean to you. unless you’ve been really annoying? you quickly shook that thought out of your head as he replied. “no. i dont know why you would think you did.” he said, his body spoke for him as not one limb facing you as he leans against the wall. you of course don’t believe him. “seriously, vinnie. what’s up, you’ve been acting weird all day..” of course you were a little hurt because it was like he didn’t want anything to do with you. and you never knew why. “it’s nothing, just leave me the fuck alone.” you hear him mutter under his breath, your eyebrows furrowing. you felt true disappointment and disbelief that he would say that to you. you try blinking away your tears as you stand there looking like an idiot, it however, does not work. vinnie turns to you as he realizes what he’s done. “I didn’t mean that, im so sor-“ he was cut off by you walking away quickly, snatching your things out of your friend’s arm and walking towards your shared hotel room.

you sat there on your bed and just cried. you cried hard. you had your phone on do not disturb as you hung the door-hanger labeled “do not disturb”. you felt embarrassed and ashamed of yourself that you actually let your feelings get this far. you annoyed him to his breaking point, yet you were so angry at him and the way he handled it. you just kept crying until you heard a knock on the door. “go away.!” you shout. it’s still silent as you feel your phone vibrate under your thigh. you reach for your phone and look at who texted you and how it went through you dnd focus.

vinnie: please

vinnie: i didn’t mean what i said

vinnie: give me a chance to explain please

you can feel your eyes begin to water even more. why was he here to see you if he wanted you gone? you hesitate a bit before getting up to open the door. once you open the door you don’t even look him in the eyes. instead you just remove the door-hanger from the knob. only then do you look at his face. “what.” was all your tear-stained face could say. “I’m so sorry, y/n. i never meant to hurt you like this.” his eyes scanned your entire body. you looked like hell if it was in a dumpster fire. you had mascara running down your eyes. your cheeks and eyes puffy. you looked so sad. so miserable.

vinnie’s pov:

seeing she wasn’t in a very good state right now, all i wanted to do was hug her. i felt horrible. i didn’t know if she would forgive me, but the least i could do was try.

end of pov

you could feel his arms wrap around you as you sobbed even more into his shoulders. the tight hug he embraced you in was all you needed to feel better. this was what you’ve wanted all this time. something didn’t feel right though. “i thought you hated me?” vinnie chuckled as he answered. “I could never hate you, y/n.” you’re still so confused, even after all this “affection”. “you told me to leave you alone, you’ve avoided me for so long for no reason!” he stops you. “y/n, that’s cause im so in love with you that i was scared you didn’t feel the same. i let the wrong feelings get ahold of me and im so sorry for that. i promise i’ll do better. that’s only if you want me to.” you say there in shock. your mouth going agape and you stumble over your words until vinnie pulls you close again. only this time does he kiss you. “but why..?”

“cause i cant help falling in love with you.”

sooo i finally finished this even though it was two parts, i had no motivation and finished this within an hour. this story is based off of the song “I cant helo falling in love with you” by Elvis Presley. this has been one of my favorite songs for such a long time so im glad I made a story about it 😭 thank you so much for reading “obvious” one shot coming maybe in November. im most definitely gonna start working on a halloween one-shot. have an amazing day 💋❤️‍🩹

#vinnie hacker #vhackerr #vinnie imagines #vinnie x reader #x reader #fanfic #vinnie x y/n #gr444nde

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n4giism · 1 year ago

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ blue butterflies by jhin ࿐ྂ

blue lock x fem!reader

content: dancing kpop songs with them! or just dancing in general. i’ll include what songs, what bands/artists etc!!! i didn’t specify the characters that well so really just think of any of your favs!

ari’s note: this turned out more like a brainrot than an actual fanfic😭 sorry guys but hope u enjoy because this was so fun to write i actually kept giggling while writing

— super shy by newjeans

LMFAO can you imagine big buff strong characters like kunigami, raichi, and gagamaru dancing to super shy. it would be so funny. they probably didn’t even wanna do it but you forced them to and they didn’t wanna make you sad so.. dancing to super shy it is!

characters like them probably wanted to just sit and watch you dance, clap for you (kunigami), make fun of you (raichi) or maybe get up and do certain moves here and there (gagamaru), but to think that they’d end up doing the whole dance?????? the entire dance break, with the waacking part??? it was not in their vision to be doing this.. but oh well!

i can also imagine characters like yukimiya, karasu, iemon and kira watching you dance at first. but after seeing how fun it is, they get up and join you too!!! they don’t know what they’re doing and you’re both laughing but it doesn’t matter. bonus points if you’re dancing in the middle of the night and the whole neighbourhood is asleep!!!!

— can’t help falling in love with you by elvis presley OR unchained melody by the righteous brothers

these songs are LITERALLYYY made for slow dancing. characters who want to savour the night with you by holding your waist and having you place your arms on their chest as you both sway left and right.

the atmosphere is so loving, and it’s in this moment that you know how much he loves you and he knows how much you love him. the way he looks into your eyes and you can practically see yourself engraved in his pupil. i can imagine these with characters like barou, zantetsu, and eita.

barou, the selfish king has finally found his queen who’s worthy of his attention and love.

zantetsu, who sometimes doesn’t know left from right, can finally dance to the rhythm of the music with you. he even manages to not step on your foot!! (he probably asked reo and nagi for help. then reo made him slow dance with nagi to practice while reo sung horribly for them LMFAOAOA).

and of course! our dearest eita otoya. sometimes nobody knows what he’s thinking about; but the answer is obvious. what else would he be thinking about if not you? there’s only you in his head.

slow dancing with characters like shidou, hiori, rin, sae and others would be fun too.

now, imagine if the playlist suddenly goes from these romantic songs… to an upbeat song like call me maybe by carly rae jepsen!!!! it probably broke the romantic atmosphere.. but for the better of course! life is fun when you’re dancing around with your lover without a care in the world.

characters like rin, hiori and shidou would giggle a bit when the song suddenly changed and you broke eye contact. it was really like they were in a trance!

shidou would spin you around like a ballerina and laugh a bit. he’d do silly dances and pull you along with him. at the more upbeat parts he’d pretend to play the background guitar music while you grabbed a tv remote and pretended it to be singing into it. you’re both VERY off key… but with shidou it doesn’t matter.

NOW RIN probably wouldn’t know what to do. he’s awkward. you’re probably the one who has to spin him like a ballerina. and my god… it’s hard for him to spin since you’re so much shorter than him. he has to bend his back and at first he’s confused like “wtf are you doing y/n” until you go “spin!! rin c’mon! spin!” and he gets the hint and spins LOLL he’s so cute. you probably make him jump around and he doesn’t know what’s going on but he knows for sure that he is happy.

hiori… oh sweet hiori. he’s giggling so much at how you dance and drag his hand along for him to dance too! and he does!!!! hiori’s a silly boyfriend. he does NOT care that the windows are wide open. he doesn’t care that both your hairs are in a mess, both of you sweating like no tomorrow. heck, he’s probably even taking this dancing as a workout!!! but more importantly, he’s happy that you’re happy!!

— we are never ever getting back together by taylor swift

OR JUST any taylor song tbh. like lover, fearless, all too well (10 min ver), enchanted.

this with characters like nagi, reo, isagi, bachira, etc.

it probably just started off with karaoke. you were singing while he was working out on the floor and he used the songs as a timer.

“ok when taylor gets to the second verse i’ll switch to left plank.”

bachira probably listens to taylor. and reo is a swiftie. so they know all the tea.

they find you getting a little too into it at the songs. and he joins you. like imagine reo doing push-ups on the floor while going, “I WAS ENCHANTED TO MEET YOUUU!!”

he didn’t know when he stopped doing his workout. he didn’t know how he ended up singing fearless with you and dancing around. you’re both pretending like you’re in a music video. dancing and singing with emotion. you two are practically having your own concert!! (i will attend 100%!)

like just imagine the two of you getting emotional and singing like you’re getting into the worst heartbreak of your lives while singing all too well, knowing DAMNNN well that your relationship with him is healthy and strong.

reo and bachira would probably be the type to go, “wait let’s break up for 10 mins so we can enjoy all too well properly,” LMAO.

nagi and isagi probably don’t listen to taylor but they know the popular ones. and they know all the lyrics too because you always blast them at home, or he keeps hearing their friends (reo and bachira) playing it during soccer.

they find themselves unconsciously singing along and before they know it, they’re in the middle of the living room dancing with you.

— out of my league by fitz and the tantrums

ok let’s just say.. you’re both in the kitchen cooking/baking/cleaning while he had his speaker on the kitchen counter blasting music from your shared playlist.

and the songs go from like chill r&b to out of my league. and the two of you look at each other from wherever you’re standing in the kitchen. a small smirk appears on your face as you start singing and dancing. characters like chigiri and sae would be confused until you hype them up and they dance JUUUUST a little bit. ok maybe not a little.

chigiri would move his shoulders a bit. but SAE.. he’ll just admire and chuckle at you. but if you drag him along he’ll just follow too.

but, characters like nanase WILL smirk back at you and he knows what you’re thinking. you’re both dancing around the kitchen, the fire on the stove just bubbling as you both forget why you’re here in the first place. the kitchen has become a dance floor, a club, a party, whatever. MAYBE nanase will be sure to keep you safe in the kitchen. occasionally dancing, then pausing to continue cutting vegetables, then pour vegetables in the pot, then continue dancing again. bro gets work done!

end.

are some of these ooc?? yes probably. and there’s so many characters in blue lock i can’t keep track of them all so i definitely forgot some characters but PLEASE! these are all free hcs so u can imagine them however you want!!

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austinsmutler · 1 year ago

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hii ,I heard requests are currently open and wondering if you could please pretty please write a masterpiece of a sleepover with virgin!elvis and his girl bff who he has a crush on and not too long hes found masturbating then it turns into a steamy ass night I guess? if you’re not comfy writing it, totally alright! love u and ur work, literally breathe and live on it😭🙏🤭♥️

Anon, are you trying to appeal to my ego? It’s working. I’m loving, living, and breathing from this idea! You know me, I love a bad boy EP, so this is my first take on virgin!Elvis. I’d love to write more, and I LOVE me some friends-to-lovers. And don’t get me STARTED on best friend!Elvis, good lord. The pining. The yearning. The increasing desperation all boiling over… have mercy.

Anyway, hope ya like this one!

Young Dreams - Virgin!Elvis x Reader - 3,600 Words

What you’ll like: Virgin!Elvis, Best friend Elvis who is absolutely weak for you, cute smut

Warnings: Sex, Elvis and reader are both inexperienced, but there's no pain because in this house we practice foreplay. Minors DNI.

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Currently writing for Elvis, Austin!Elvis, and Eddie Munson)

“What do you mean no-one’s home this weekend?” Elvis sounded worried. Your fingers played with the phone cord, not sure how to console him.

“I’ll be fine. My folks needed a break, so they’re staying with Grandma on the coast for a few days. It’s only a few hours away- I’ll be fine.”

“Hmm.” Elvis hummed on the other end of the line. “I’ll be over in ten minutes.”

“Elvis!”

“Alright, five minutes.”

You laughed until the other end of the line went dead. He can’t be serious, can he?

You’d known Elvis your entire life, ever since he’d moved onto the house at the end of the street. You walked home from school every day together, and now that high school was over and you had a job waitressing on the edge of town, he drove you to and from work every day. He said it wasn’t a problem because he drove in and out of Memphis for his own work, but the little diner was on the complete wrong side of town. Still, it meant you stayed close, even after graduation.

You sat on the living room windowsill. The rest of the house felt intimidating, big without your parents to fill it. Elvis knew you didn’t like being home alone, but what was he going to do about it?

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. You looked at the clock and bit back a smile. Exactly two minutes and thirty seconds since he hung up the phone.

“You’re late.” You said, crossing your arms in the doorframe.

“I had to pack.” Elvis grinned and held up a bag. “Can’t wear the same clothes all weekend, can I?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile and stepped aside to let him in. Old Mrs Cranston was on her front porch, scowling from her rocking chair with a look that said, Your Momma will hear about this.

You fought the urge to stick your tongue out as you closed the door. Your parents had let Elvis stay over before- granted, you were kids then, but nothing had changed between the two of you since. You were just friends. If there were any feelings between the two of you, they were buried deep; the most private treasure, never to be unearthed.

Elvis had already made himself at home, leaning the bag beside the couch and turning on the radio, quickly tuning into Sam Phillips’ station.

“B.B. King.” Elvis whistled.

“Everyday I have the blues.” You named the track without thinking, and Elvis smiled. Music was the first love you shared, and you both sang along to the tune.

Ooh everyday,

Everyday,

I have the blues

When you see me worryin' baby,

Yeah, It's you

I hate to lose

Elvis’ voice was deep and soulful, honed from years of singing along to the choir every Sunday. You took a seat on the couch beside him as the next song played and he didn’t even pause for breath. Big Boy Crudup.

“That’s alright Mama, that’s alright with you…” He stood up to dance, taking on a completely different persona to the one he held when you sang together. His pretty features screwed together as Elvis sang with an attitude. “That’s alright, any way you do…”

You bit your lip as he lost himself in the music. Was he putting on this performance for you, or for himself? Maybe both. You’d listened to music together hundreds of times- at your home, at his, in his truck, in diners and at the movies. Every time he made it feel like an intimate experience, stirring something inside you weren’t sure you should feel.

“You’re good at that, you know.” You said as the song ended, hoping the heat on your cheeks wasn’t noticeable.

“What?” Elvis sat beside you, not even out of breath.

“Singing. Moving.” You smiled. “Remember that talent show when we were thirteen? You got first place.”

“I sang Old Shep.” He chuckled. “And you did that little dance, in the pink dress.”

“I can’t believe you remember that!” You slapped his arm. “Dunno what I was thinking, I’ve never been able to move. My feet get confused.”

“I liked it.” Elvis cleared his throat. “I like seeing you dance.”

If you weren’t blushing before, you were now. “Thanks, but I’ll pass on that.”

Another rock song came on the radio and Elvis stood again, feet already wiggling as he extended a hand. “C’mon, it’s easy.”

You shook your head, hugging yourself. “I’m fine right here.”

“Nah.” Elvis pulled you up with one almighty tug on your arms, pulling you into him. You weren’t so close that someone watching through the window would get the wrong idea, but you could still feel the heat radiating from his body, feel the strength in every motion as he moved. “Just feel the music and let it move you. Don’t think.”

You tried, and nearly tripped over your own feet before he caught you. Both of you broke into laughter at your awkward movements, but by the end of the song something loosened up. Were you a good dancer? Absolutely not. Next to Elvis you were even worse, but that didn’t matter.

Every time he grinned over at you, a little bit of that self-consciousness melted away until you were spinning in time to the music, so hard your poodle skirt lifted to show a flash of the underskirt beneath with every movement. It was the most delicious kind of dancing- free and fun, and certainly not allowed at school dances.

The room seemed to heat up, sweltering by the end of the song. Both your chests heaved with heavy breaths and you fanned yourself as you and Elvis stopped, staring at each other.

His blue eyes were dark, mouth open slightly as he looked at you. You’d seen that look before. Usually it was just a flash, when you laughed in the back of his truck, when he picked you up from work, when you listened to a brand new record together. This wasn’t a flash- this was written all over his face. Hunger.

“I should, uh…” You gulped. “It’s getting late, I’m gonna make dinner. Momma left me some things to reheat in the fridge, that okay?”

Elvis blinked and the look was gone. “Sure.”

He didn’t follow you into the kitchen, and you couldn’t tell if you were relieved or not. There had always been space between you, but it was always full of something. That look…

You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you put two dishes of leftovers into the oven and set it to a low heat, along with a kitchen timer for ten minutes.

Sweat started to creep onto your skin, and you tried to shake away all the thoughts of Elvis, the molten look in his eyes, the way his jaw flexed as his eyes trailed down to the bust of your dress…

You needed to cool down, you decided, heading to the bathroom.

Only to open the door and be greeted to the sight of Elvis leaning against the sink, eyes closed and head tilted back, lips murmuring your name as his hand moved frantically over his-

You slammed the door with a yelp.

“Sorry!” You headed back to the kitchen, blood rushing to your face. Had you really just walked in on him touching himself?

He was whispering your name. He was whispering your name, and touching himself.

Elvis stumbled into the hallway, safely tucked into his pants. You tried to keep your eyes on his face and not on the obvious tent in his jeans. His face was just as red as yours must have been as he stuttered,

“M’sorry, you- you weren’t supposed to see that- I wasn’t-”

Your eyes flicked down, then to his face, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, I was-” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I won’t- god, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Were you thinking about me?” You asked, ignoring the way your voice wavered.

Elvis froze, before his eyes finally met yours and he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I was.”

“You do that often?”

The look on his face told you all you needed to know. He shrank back as you walked up to him, hands shaking at your sides. Suddenly all those looks, all those flashes of hunger were making sense.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen. It- it won’t happen again, I’m sor-”

Elvis was cut off as your hands wrapped around his head and pulled him down for a searing kiss. He froze again, before a moan rumbled up from deep in his throat and he grabbed at your lower back, pulling you against his hardness.

You devoured each other’s lips until there was no more oxygen in your lungs and you had to break apart or pass out.

“Why did you never say anything?” You breathed against his lips. Elvis licked at your bottom lip, humming another kiss into you before responding.

“I never thought you’d feel the same.”

Shock pulled your jaw to the floor. You weren’t sure whether to slap the man or kiss him again, but you decided on the latter. “I’ve never felt anything for anyone but you.”

Elvis growled and spun you around so you were against the wall, his hands on your waist, his tongue on your neck devouring every inch of exposed skin. The only thing in the world was the heat radiating from his body, dancing with yours. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him instinctively, the sudden contact of his hand on your bare thigh pulling a moan from your throat.

When Elvis pulled back to look at you his eyes were wild and raw. He ground against you, holding you in place against the wall as he moved. He rubbed against just the right place and heat shot through your body, releasing a sound you’d never made before, echoing up from your core to the tip of your tongue.

“That good?” Elvis asked and you nodded against him. He hit the same spot again, and again, grinding hard through your clothes until your entire body shook and you were sure you were about to die, or explode, or-

A sharp ringing cut through your moans. Damn timer.

“D-dinner.” You gasped. “Elvis, I- it’s in the oven…”

Elvis reluctantly put you down and you stumbled over to turn off the heat.

When you turned back to look at him, he was flushed, black hair messy from your fingers running through it, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them now that you were out of arm’s reach.

His dark eyes met yours and he stuttered out, “I’ve- I’ve never… Never done anything before. With anybody.”

You froze. “Not even with Dixie?”

He shook his head. “We only went to prom. She wound up dancing with Reggie from her band practice, and he took her home. That’s why I spent most of that night third-wheeling with you.”

You nodded, remembering the night. You’d been surprised when Elvis told you he’d found a date, but then a guy from the football team had asked you out and you’d reluctantly said yes.

Turned out he’d just wanted to get close to one of your friends. By the time Elvis came over, you were a third wheel on your own date. The only redeeming part of prom was driving home with him and listening to Fats Domino.

“I should’ve asked you.” He spoke, voice soft. “I was scared.”

“I would’ve said yes.” You swallowed. “I’m saying yes now.”

Elvis tilted his head. “To what?”

You closed the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips to his. “Everything. Anything.”

You bit back everything else, all the thoughts suddenly floating to the tip of your tongue: I’ve always wanted you. I want everything you have to give me. I don’t even know how long I’ve wanted you, but you’re under my skin and I want you deeper.

Elvis hummed into your mouth, picking you up again and placing you on the table. Dinner was left forgotten on the countertop as he devoured your lips, then your neck, then lower to nip at your neckline.

“Elvis,” You whimpered, “Wait.”

He stopped immediately to look at you. “Is this alright?”

“I don’t want to… not here.” You bit your lip. “Let’s go to my room.”

Elvis’ eyes widened, then went so dark they were practically black as he understood. He helped you off the table, but you led him up the stairs on shaky legs. The whole thing felt like a dream- a good dream- but the warmth of his hand in yours grounded you to reality.

Elvis was your best friend. He’d been in your room before, but suddenly the space felt smaller; more intimate. You lay back on the pale pink sheets, watching as he drew the curtains, shrouding the room in half-light.

He paused and looked at you, eyes trailing from your face all down the length of your body.

“I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.”

“Come kiss me.” You smiled, ignoring the nerves fluttering in your stomach.

Elvis lay beside you, cradling your face in his hands before tracing his way down to the zip at the back of your dress, where he stopped again.

“What is it?”

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” He smiled, avoiding your eyes with a shy smile.

“Neither do I.” You reached behind yourself to pull the zip of your dress down, tugging at the top to reveal your bra. Elvis reached out with a shaking hand and you closed the gap, sighing as his fingers pulled you in.

“We’ll figure it out together.”

Your confidence brought a smile to Elvis’ face- a crooked, curled-lip smile that melted everything else away.

Your hands shook as you unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the army green away to reveal a body tanned from the summer and toned from years of hard work. You’d seen Elvis shirtless before- summer heat waves meant swimming down at the creek- but this was different. Slower. Your eyes could linger, hands touch every muscle, drawing ragged breaths from the back of his throat.

Elvis breathed your name as you tugged the rest of your dress away, leaving you in just your underwear.

Then you were flush together, tasting every inch of skin. Frantic. Like you’d been waiting all your lives for this moment, and now that it was here it could all be over in a flash. Elvis hissed as your fingernails dug into his back, pulling him closer to you.

“I want you. I need you.” Elvis panted, biting back more words- as if a mountain of confessions was stacked up in his chest, making it hard to breathe. “Baby, tell me what you need me to do.”

You took Elvis’ hand and guided him beneath your underwear, showing him exactly where to touch. You both groaned as his finger pressed on your clit, rubbing softly at first, then hard. You cried out at the sensation, before Elvis pulled away to loop his fingers through the elastic of your panties.

“I need to see you. Please.”

At your nod, he took off your underwear and you made quick work of your bra, leaving you completely bare for him. His cock twitched in his pants at the sight of you, wet, gleaming, ready for him.

“How… how far do you want to go?” His eyes flicked up to yours.

“I need you in any way I can have you.” You replied.

He frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” You smiled, and he was on you again, between your legs, thrusting against you through his pants. You pulled his lips down to meet yours, grinding hard together.

“Wait,” He panted, stopping your hand from undoing the button. “Just… slowly.”

He pulled back to look at you again. “I want to take my time with you. What this is… I want it to be special.”

You moved your hands to stroke the hair back from where it had fallen in his face. “Okay. Slow.”

The heat between your legs begged for more, and Elvis didn’t complain when you wrapped your thighs around him, moving your hips to meet his every thrust. Every brush against your clit had the heat pooling deeper at your core until you were throbbing, body begging for him inside you.

Elvis was listening, learning, and every time you moaned he repeated his movement, smirking against your neck when your sounds started getting louder and louder.

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes,” You panted, “Please, Elvis, I need- I need-”

He pulled back at the desperation in your voice, so new and exciting. He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence before pulling his pants and underwear away in one swift motion, stopping to pick a condom from the wallet in his pants. You looked at him questioningly.

“They were handing them out at school, I never thought I’d use one.” Elvis chuckled, pink rushing to his cheeks. “I mean, one day, but-”

“Hurry up and put it on.” You grinned.

You’d seen a flash of Elvis’ cock just once before, earlier that night, when you’d walked in on him and started this whole thing. But now it was in full view, almost intimidatingly big as he stroked himself with practiced ease before slipping on the condom.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

“Please.” You were begging out loud now. “Don’t make me wait any more.”

Elvis grinned and lay between your legs, letting you adjust your hips. He sank into you slowly, as if he was waiting for a sign, for you to change your mind, or some divine intervention that never came.

You sighed as he bottomed out, rolling your hips after a moment of stillness. Elvis took that as his cue to start moving. Every slow roll of his hips brought you closer to something you’d only ever given yourself.

You’d expected sex to hurt, or at the very least be uncomfortable. That was what you’d been warned about your whole life. Yet, as Elvis moved, the only thing you could think of was the feeling, his cock inside you, and the desperate need for more.

“You okay?” He murmured, kissing your forehead.

“Yes,” you hissed with pleasure as he rolled his hips again. “You feel so good.”

Elvis shifted so his weight was on one arm, allowing the other to roam every curve of your body, from your hip to your breast, brushing over your nipple. You’d never felt safer, or more loved, and the feeling had you clenching around him. Elvis groaned and repeated the action before lowering his head to swirl his tongue around your breast, shuddering as sinful sounds echoed from your lips.

“So soft,” Elvis breathed, squeezing your hip, running a hand down your thigh, starting to move faster. “My beautiful girl.”

“Elvis,” You squeezed your eyes shut as his hand found your clit again, applying pressure exactly as you’d shown him earlier.

He kissed your eyelids. “C’mon baby, show me those pretty eyes.”

You shook your head, tugging him down for a kiss and keeping him there, clinging desperately as his hips sped up, pulling a cry from deep in your throat.

Elvis was everywhere- hot lips on your neck, cool breath in your ear, arms on either side of your head, shielding you from the rest of the world. Everything that wasn’t him, you, now.

The orgasm hit out of nowhere. One moment you were focused on the pleasure of him pounding into you, the next you were crying out. Your nails dug into his back, legs tightening around his pelvis, trying to get him impossibly deeper.

The sensation pulled Elvis over the edge with you. His cock pulsed with his release as you both moaned out in raw pleasure before Elvis collapsed on top of you. You held him there, stroking his hair as you both came back down to earth.

“You’re trembling,” you murmured.

“I’ll be alright.” He placed a kiss to your collarbone. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head. “Elvis, it was perfect.”

A slow smile spread over his face as he lay his head on your chest, humming appreciatively. “So does this mean if I asked you on a date, you’d say yes?”

You snorted. “I think this means if you asked me to marry you, I’d say yes.”

“How’s next week sound?”

Your heart fluttered. “Saturday at two?”

“I’ll have my momma call the church.” Elvis chuckled, rolling and pulling you on top of him. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You bit your lip as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. After years of being so close, it was rare to see something new from Elvis, but this was. The satisfied glaze in his eyes, the easygoing smile, hair mussed in all directions, the faint sweat that covered both your bodies.

He was gorgeous.

“What’re you looking at me like that for?” Elvis smiled wider.

“I’m thinking, I’m the only one who’s ever seen you like this.” You caressed his cheek and he leaned into the touch with a kiss to your wrist. “I like it.”

“You’re the only one who’ll ever see me like this, baby. That’s a promise.”

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