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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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Mommy's Kissing Santa Claus

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Caroline considers Santa to be her own personal superhero, but she isn't too happy about catching him kissing you. Because no matter what, her Daddy will always be number one.

Word count: 5,5K

Warning(s): fluff, domestic life, Caroline being sad/angry, Elvis dressing up as Santa, smut; just a quick morning quickie that isn't too detailed tbh, roleplaying (kinda.. lol).

Author's note: this was requested a while ago by anon, so nonnie, i hope this finds its way back to ya! enjoy luvs <3

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“I saw Mommy kissin’ Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe last night. She didn’t see me creep down the stairs to have a peep; she thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom, fast asleep. Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus underneath his beard so snowy white. Oh what a laugh it would’ve been if Daddy had only seen, Mommy kissin’ Santa Claus last night.”

Five year old Caroline adored Christmas. The decorations, the songs, the movies, the presents… but especially, Santa Claus. The bearded man that she believed flew across the world in his sleigh in the span of one night was a God to her.

While most children would weep upon the sight of a strange man in a red suit and a long white beard, Caroline was over the moon every single year. Even as a baby and before she could even speak a word, she would giggle and run up to whoever was dressed up as the man as soon as she could walk – or waddle.

She had no idea it was usually her grandfather or The Colonel who’d pay her a quick visit during Christmas day.

Caroline was the definition of a true Daddy’s girl, but Santa came pretty darn close to stealing Elvis’ spot during the month of December.

“Daddy, that’s wrong! Santa doesn’t have a green hat!” the tiny blonde giggled as she sat on top of the kitchen counter, looking at the freshly baked Christmas cookies her and Elvis spend their time on this afternoon. He purposely colored the hat of the Santa shaped cookie green, because he knew those little hawk eyes of hers would notice immediately.

“Maybe he does this year, honey,” he smirked at his daughter, licking some icing off his finger as he watched her laugh at him before shaking her head and returning her attention back on the tray of cookies. She squeezed a tiny dot of brown coloring gel on one of the reindeers, swinging her legs back and forth happily.

The red boots that she begged you to wear this morning were still on her feet, hitting the kitchen cabinets softly with her movements.

“You’re funny, Daddy.. but these cookies have to be perfect!” she told him with a stern voice. “What if Santa thinks we’re makin’ fun of him and won’t eat them? Mommy says sending letters to the North Pole takes a very long time,”

Elvis was often mesmerized by his daughter. Not only because she reminded him so much of both you and him, but also because she often spoke like she was much older. He figured it was probably because she spend so much time around adults when she wasn’t in school and she’d pick up anything she would hear.

Sometimes it caused for very funny conversations with her and sometimes she’d just embarrass Elvis and you when she had overheard the both of you talk about something or someone that was not meant to ever leave the four walls of this house.

Luckily, it had never been anything too serious.

“If Santa don’t like ‘em, I will deliver all those little apology letters of yours to him myself,” Elvis chuckled as he put the cookie he was working on on a Christmas decorative plate that had been hidden in the back of one of the cabinets. “But he will love your cookies. I bet he can’t get ‘nough of ‘em. Have you seen that fella’s tummy?”

Caroline looked up at him with wide eyes, taking the cookie with the green hat and shoving it into his hand. “Don’t be mean to Santa, Daddy, or you won’t get a present!”

He let out a hearty laugh, biting off the hat of the cookie as he squeezed her toes through her boots, making her squeal as she giggled and stuck her tongue out to him.

When all cookies were drawn on and she was satisfied with them, she took the plate Elvis handed her after he put her down on the ground and walked toward the staircase in the foyer. You had put a small table and a dining room chair right next to the stairs especially for Santa, your daughter unaware that you’d move the furniture back as soon as she was asleep and the cookies were eaten by you and her father.

“I need to get my drawing!” she told Elvis as she put the plate down and climbed up the stairs to get whatever she made for Santa to put it down with the cookies.

As she disappeared into her bedroom, you entered the house with shopping bags clinging in your hands and snowflakes covering your hair. You let out a huff as you closed the door behind you with your elbow, wiggling the cold and red tip of your nose.

“Next year I am back on baking duty,” you told your husband, trying not to crack a smile as he laughed at you and made his way over to you, taking the bags from your hands.

Usually, he would be the one doing the last minute shopping or have the things you needed to be delivered to the house but Caroline insisted he would stay home today and bake those cookies with her. All you really needed were some small presents for Vernon and Dee and some last minute groceries for tomorrow’s dinner.

You gave Mary the week off so she could spend time with her family during the holidays and you could provide a feast for yours.

“Sorry darlin’, can’t help it that she loves her Daddy more,” Elvis grinned as he took the presents out of the bags and put them underneath the tree in the living area before Caroline came back down. “If it makes ya feel any better, she got mad at me for talkin’ shit about her hero of the year,”

You didn’t miss the roll of his eyes and laughed, pulling the scarf you were wearing from around your neck. “She does not love you more, you’re just easier to manipulate,” you grinned teasingly at him, letting him take the grocery bags from you as well as he wandered back to you. “And she loves Santa more than you,”

You weren’t bothered by the fact that your daughter was a Daddy’s girl because when he’d be away from home and on the road, she would always stick to your side like glue. Elvis on the other side wasn’t so unbothered, hating that Caroline would not stop talking about Santa, Santa, Santa.

You loved to tease him with it.

“She loves that fool more than both of us,” he stuck his tongue out to you, walking into the kitchen to unpack the groceries and put them away. He chuckled softly to himself at the sound of your laugh and Caroline thundering down the stairs, running into your arms as soon as she saw you.

“Mommy, look! I made this for Santa to put with the cookies me and Daddy made,” she shoved the drawing in your face as you carried her toward the little nook you had created for Santa Claus himself.

“Wow Care, that’s beautiful! He will love it, baby,” you smiled at her, kissing her cheek as you placed her down so she could neatly place the drawing she made on the table, next to the plate of decorated cookies. The drawing consisted of three stick figures – you and Elvis being the taller ones and her being the small one in the middle.

Ofcourse, she had drawn Santa as well, only he was in an array of red crayon. You could only really recognize who it was by the white beard she managed to get quite accurate. It was cute.

“Did you buy enough milk, Mommy? He will be a lot thirsty,”

“Very thirsty, not a lot, baby,” you corrected her with a soft laugh, kneeling down next to her to look at the cookies. You could see which ones were decorated by her and which ones by Elvis. It didn’t really matter, they’d taste the same to you. “But yes, I have plenty of milk. We’ll pour him a glass before you go to bed, okay?”

“Two glasses?”

“If you’re a big girl and eat all of your veggies tonight, we’ll give him three!” you told her and she smiled excitedly, wrapping her arms around your neck as she leaned into you.

You were pretty sure she would definitely not eat all of her vegetables–she was her father’s daughter, after all–but you’d give her what she wanted and put three glasses of milk ready for Santa, anyways.

You found it hard to tell her no, because she was such a sweet girl.

She was your entire world.

Caroline surprised both you and Elvis as she shoved every single vegetable on her plate in her little mouth. It took her a while to chew everything down and she was the last to finish, but she couldn’t disappoint Santa, could she?

After sliding down chimneys all night, he must be extremely hungry and thirsty and she worked hard for those three glasses of milk.

You let them both go upstairs after dinner so Elvis could give her a bath and put her in her pyjamas as you cleaned the table and did the dishes.

Besides Mary, you basically gave everyone time off because you wanted to spend Christmas Eve with just your husband and daughter. Tomorrow the family and some of the guys would come over and the house will be rowdy again, so you were excited for the relaxing and quiet night you had planned.

You quite enjoyed yourself in the kitchen, cleaning and listening to the background noise that was the TV in the dining room.

You turned the TV off as you were done in the kitchen and heard Elvis and Caroline coming down the stairs. After getting some drinks, you followed them into the TV room and got ready for the movie Caroline had recently become obsessed with.

Scrooge.

She watched it with Dee’s sons a month ago and then made you and Elvis watch it with her again.

And again, and again, and again.

Neither of you could say no to her, even though you couldn’t care less about this movie.

Caroline snuggled in between you and Elvis, leaning into his side as her legs rested on your lap. She’d speak up now and then to point out a part in the movie that she liked and wanted you to pay attention to. But she had been running around all day, playing in the snow, helping Daddy feed the horses, baking cookies – she was tired, so tired that she couldn’t keep her eyes from fluttering shut despite loving the movie so much.

“Mommy!” she gasped softly as she shocked awake due to a loud noise from the TV, looking at you with wide eyes. “If I fall a-asleep.. wake me up, okay? I-I can’t miss.. Santa..” she mumbled, laying her head on Elvis’ chest as she pulled her legs in, holding onto his shirt with her tiny hand.

She didn’t seem to believe you when you told her that you would and looked up at her father. “Daddy, don’t forget, okay?!” she urged him, her voice thick with exhaustion and though her eyes were heavy, she wouldn’t put her head back down unless she got confirmation.

Elvis laughed softly as he looked at her, kissing her forehead. “I promise, yittle. Put your little head down,” he whispered to her, gently pushing her head back down on his chest as he tickled his fingers through her hair.

It didn’t take her long to drift off into a deep slumber.

You and Elvis didn’t wake her up, deciding that she needed all the sleep she could get for Christmas day tomorrow. She probably wouldn’t be too happy about it once she’d wake up and realise it was the next day, but she’d forgive you for it later. Especially when she’d see the presents she got from you and Elvis, her innocent little mind believing that they were from Santa himself.

“I’ll get her to bed,” you whispered as the movie ended which you and Elvis had talked your whole way through. Too comfortable on the couch to turn the TV off and move into the living room, plus Caroline looked too cute sleeping and you didn’t want to wake her. But it was getting late and you and your husband could use some rest as well.

“I’ll be upstairs,” he told you as you picked up Caroline in your arms, kissing your lips as he silently followed you up the stairs. You walked up the main staircase as Elvis made his way to the living room.

Thankfully, Caroline didn’t wake up when you carried her up the stairs and put her to bed. She mumbled something in her sleep and fuzzed in the sheets a little, but she went back to snoring softly before you left the room. You took the opportunity to clean up some of her toys that were scathered around the room and put the clothes away she wore today that Elvis put on her chair.

When you closed the door behind you afterwards and walked down the stairs, you frowned as Elvis was nowhere to be seen. The TV in both the dining and music room were turned off. The house felt empty.

“El? Baby?” you called out softly, looking around as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

Once he cleared his throat and you turned around, you saw him sitting in the Santa nook, cookie in hand and clothed in the Santa suit his dad or manager usually wore. You figured he must’ve put something around his waist, because he filled out the costume that would otherwise be too big for him.

“Merry Christmas to you, madame,” he grinned as he put the cookie down, slapping his hand on his thigh. You pressed your lips together, holding back a laugh as you walked over to him and sat down on his lap, slipping your arm around his shoulder. “Are these cookies for me, pretty lady?”

You cleared your throat a little, a soft giggle escaping your throat nonetheless. He had never dressed up as Santa for Caroline, both of you afraid that she would recognize him instantly.

You thought he looked ridiculous, but the way his voice deepened as he spoke to mimick a Santa like voice and his blue eyes were pretty much undressing you the second he saw you, you couldn’t help but feel a tingle run down your spine.

“They certainly are, mr. Claus. My daughter and husband made them especially for you,” you grinned, placing your hand on his stomach. Or rather the pillow you realised he had put in the costume.

“Your husband, you say?” he hummed, picking up the cookie once more as he took a bite of it now. “Isn’t he a lucky man to have such a beautiful little thing runnin’ around the place,” he put the cookie in front of your lips, his hand finding your ass as his arm was resting around your waist.

You feigned a gasp, gently pushing his hand away from your face as you looked at him. “My, mr. Claus. You’re very handsy, aren’t you? What would my husband think?”

“Well honey, your husband ain’t here, is he?”

He dropped the half eaten cookie back on the plate, wiping some crumbs off his fingers with the napkin you had put next to the plate earlier today. His palm squeezed your ass softly, pushing you firmly against his chest as your hand traveled over the hill of his fake belly and over his chest to wrap it around his neck.

“Now tell me, mrs. Presley. Have you been naughty or nice?”

His words made you want to rip that white beard he was sporting off his face and shut him up with a kiss. You didn’t feel awkward anymore at his little act–not when he was looking at you like that while his palm was shamelessly massaging your ass–and rather felt arousal seeping into your being.

Roleplaying wasn’t rare for you and Elvis, but you never thought him being dressed up as Santa Claus would get you as turned on as it did.

“I’m always very nice,” you told him as you laced your fingers together behind his neck, plastering your most innocent smile on your face. “But I can definitely be naughty too, mr. Claus,”

“Why don’t you show me how naughty you can be, darlin’?” his hand was quick as it reached up to his face, pulling the beard down before he leaned in to you. You giggled softly, gently swatting his hand away before you put the beard back in its place, kissing him.

He laughed softly against your lips but didn’t question you on it, instead fully trapping you against him as he wrapped his other arm around you as well, deepening the kiss.

Caroline shot up in her bed as soon as she awoke out of her sleep not even twenty minutes after you put her to bed. The little Presley girl didn’t think twice to hop out of her bed and walk over to the window, pouting heavily when she realised it was still night time and she was not downstairs waiting for her beloved Santa Claus right now.

You and Elvis promised to wake her and she felt betrayed that you hadn’t.

She had no idea what time it was and if you were still awake, but she figured getting caught would be worth the risk. Tiptoeing to her door, she slowly opened it and shuffled to the top of the stairs – when she saw that the only light that illuminated the foyer came from the Christmas tree, she very slowly and quietly stepped down a few steps.

Not wanting to scare Santa if he was already here, she peeked over the bannister of the stairs and widened her eyes as she saw the white bearded man with his signature red hat and suit sitting in the seat you and her had provided for him. She would’ve thundered down the stairs if it wasn’t for you sitting in his lap, lips pressed against those of her hero.

The one who provided her with the toys she wanted every year, the one who paid her a visit every Christmas day.

She loved him, but he was not her father.

Only Daddy was allowed to kiss you on the lips, not Santa Claus. Not nobody else.

Tears stung in her blue eyes as she grabbed onto the bars of the bannister, watching the kiss for a few seconds before she ran back up the stairs and hid underneath her blankets, silently crying herself to sleep.

You and Elvis were too occupied to hear Caroline coming up and down the stairs and as you tugged him up from the seat to take him into your shared bedroom, he quickly stole the plate of cookies along with him.

You and Elvis woke up early the next morning despite that Santa costume keeping you both awake until the dead of the night. You expected Caroline to stand at the side of your bed by now seeing it was already 8 o’clock because she could never wait until she was allowed to unwrap her presents. This morning, the bedroom was silent aside from Elvis’ soft snoring.

You sat up in the bed and looked at your husband, laughing softly as you took the Santa hat that was clutched in his hand, throwing it onto the floor. You leaned over to him and planted soft kisses on his shoulder and up to his face. He groaned softly as you woke him, his limbs stretching out in front of him before he turned to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, forcing you to lay back down next to him.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you whispered with a soft laugh as he hid his face in your neck, squeezing you in his embrace.

“Mwerry Chwistmas, little one,” he hummed sleepily against your skin before he kissed your neck, the faint hint of your perfume that lingered in your neck making him roll onto his back, taking you right with him.

“We don’t get a lot of Christmas mornings like this one,” he mumbled as he grinned, his hands running up your thighs to squeeze at your hips.

He was right, you didn’t. You’d either be woken up by Caroline or by the doorbell that announced the arrival of today’s company. You told them to come a little later this year, so you and your family had time to actually eat breakfast and get ready for the day.

Now that you and Elvis had a bit of time for yourselves, he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it.

His eyes caught sight of the Santa hat on the floor and he was quick to grab it before returning to his warm spot on the bed with you atop of him. “You had a lot of time with mr. Claus last night, it’s only fair if I get some sweetness from mrs. Claus,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he held out the hat to you.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, grasping it from his hand as you put it crookedly on top of your head. He bit his lip and moved his hands up your sides, slipping toward your front to squeeze your bare breasts in the palm of his hand.

Neither of you bothered to put on clothes before you fell asleep last night, so he didn’t need to wait for you to peel off pieces of fabric for you to raise your hips and sink down onto him.

He groaned as he moved his hands underneath his head, watching you ride him with a cocky smirk on his face.

“You look so sexy, baby,” he mummered as his eyes wandered down from your face to your bouncing breasts, voice sounding hoarse as it was still heavy with sleep. It only motivated you to go faster.

The idea of Caroline wandering into the room any minute was also on your mind, but Elvis didn’t mind you chasing your climax with slight hurry. He decided to help you get there even faster, reaching one hand down to circle your clit rapidly with his thumb.

The both of you had to bite down on your tongues to not moan too loud and while Elvis loved hearing you make those pretty sounds for him, he knew he could not make you truly scream while Caroline was also in the house.

Luckily for him, she had a sleepover planned at his father’s house next week.

Thanks to Elvis’ digit, you were quick to reach your climax and he followed not long after because of how visciously you were clenching around him.

“We should.. should check on Care,” you breathed as you ripped the fluffy hat off your head, throwing it across the bed before you leaned down and kissed your husband, who mumbled a soft agreement against your lips but made no movements to leave the warmth of the bed.

Caroline had been up before you and Elvis, but instead of walking into your room to tug on your blankets until either you or Elvis woke up, she went straight to the living room.

She was a girl on a mission today and it wasn’t a very fun one.

She was angry – at you, at Santa, and even a little bit at Elvis.

The little girl was still in disbelief of what she had seen last night. She just couldn’t wrap her little head around the fact that you kissed someone that was not Daddy and that Santa kissed you back.

And where was her Daddy while you exchanged smooches with her hero? He should’ve been there to stop it. Maybe even kick Santa’s ass a little.

She wandered over to the Christmas tree, taking the ornaments out one by one. Santa Claus didn’t deserve a nice tree anymore – if he would come by the house today, she would show him that she was angry with him.

Once you and Elvis came down the stairs and saw the bottom of the tree empty from its usual ornaments and Caroline gathering the sparkly garlands in her arms, you widened your eyes.

“Caroline, what is this?!” you exclaimed in confusion as you walked over to her to lift her up your hip. She crossed her arms firmly against her chest, the garlands crunching in her arms as she turned away from you with an angry expression taking over her features. “Caroline, I’m talkin’ to you,”

“I don’t want to talk to you!” she huffed as she stared at the chair by the stairs Santa had sat on last night.

“Caroline Mae Presley, don’t talk to your mother like that,” Elvis warned her as he stood next to you, looking at his daughter. But she didn’t look at him, hanging back in your arms so she’d be heavier for you to hold. “You know you’re not allowed to go downstairs before waking us. Why did you dissect the tree?”

She didn’t want to tell him or you how she was feeling, but she had a weakness for Elvis and she felt sad for him. He didn’t know what happened last night – while she was still young, she knew it was a bad thing. A bad thing that would hurt her precious father.

“I’m mad,” she mumbled and you allowed Elvis to take her out of your arms, walking over to the couch to sit down on it with her in his lap. She unfolded her arms and looked at her hands as you took the garlands out of her arms to put them back in their place.

“Yittle, if you’re mad, you come talk to Mommy or me. What does my tree have to do with anythin’, huh?” he grinned playfully at her as he tickled her sides. Usually, she would giggle and cheer up, but this time she pouted and pushed his big hand off.

“I’m mad.. m-mad.. at Santa,” she whispered, touching the small charm bracelet you gifted her for her last birthday that she never wanted to take off.

“Why, baby? Santa brought you a lot of presents,” Elvis told her as he nodded his head over to you. You smiled at your daughter as she finally looked up and you nodded, holding up a few wrapped presents Elvis put under the tree last night as you were putting Caroline to bed.

It looked like a smile was about to break the angry act she was putting on, but she huffed and looked down again. “I’m mad at Mommy too,”

You raised your eyebrows in confusion as you put the presents back under the tree, getting up to walk over to the couch. You sat down next to Elvis and looked at the pouty blonde in his lap, taking her small hands in yours. She pulled them out of your grip immediately, looking away.

Elvis saw the hurt in your eyes and sighed deeply, knowing playing nice would get him nowhere with his headstrong daughter.

He had finally met his match – it was more exhausting than he ever expected.

“Caroline, don’t be like that to your mother and tell us why you’re so mad. We don’t know what’s goin’ on if you don’t use your words,” he bounced his leg she was sitting on once, making her look at him with a glare.

Her face expressions softened a little when she saw both you and him looking at her so seriously and she couldn’t stop her bottomlip from twitching, her emotions getting the best of her. As soon as tears started welling up in her eyes, she pressed her face in Elvis’ chest and grabbed onto the shirt he was wearing.

“You and Mommy don’t love each other anymore,” she cried, her words coming out muffled. Elvis gently grabbed her shoulders, trying to pull her off him so she could speak more clearly but she managed to wrap her arms around his neck, clinging onto him. “And it’s all Santa’s fault,”

You exchanged a look with Elvis and frowned, running your hand through your daughter’s hair. “Honey, what are you talking about?”

Upon the sound of your voice, she pulled away from Elvis and looked at you, tears freely rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh Mommy, please don’t leave Daddy all alone!” she cried as she stretched her arms out to you. She had been so angry with you only minutes ago, but the thought of you leaving and running off to the North Pole with Santa Claus broke her little heart. You immediately took her in your arms and caressed her hair out of her face, wiping her tears away. “Don’t leave me and Daddy!”

“Care, how’d you get that idea? Baby, I’m not leaving you and Daddy,” you told her, kissing her forehead before she wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

“But last n-night.. you.. you.. were k-kissing.. S-Santa..” she hiccuped over your shoulder, squeezing you tightly in her little arms as if she was afraid you’d disappear into thin air. “You are in l-love with Santa C-Clause,”

You looked at Elvis and he widened his eyes, letting out a hearty laugh as he leaned back in the couch, throwing his head on the back rest of it. You gave him a warning glare but couldn’t stop yourself from giggling softly too, rubbing your hand up and down Caroline’s back soothingly as Elvis hid his mouth behind his hand to muffle his laughter.

“Care bear, look at me,” you chuckled softly as you grabbed her arms, pulling her out of your embrace so she’d look at you. Her hands rested on your shoulders as she sniffed, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “What you saw last night… was me hugging Santa…”

Elvis stopped laughing as he grinned cheekily, waiting for you to explain to your five year old what she had seen. You silently begged for help and he cleared his throat a little, scooting closer to you and Caroline. “Yittle, Mommy was comfortin’ Santa last night. You see, Daddy forgot to put his milk by the cookies last night and Santa was so sad, because he thought we had forgotten about him,” he explained to her as she looked at him, listening while repeating his words over and over again in her head.

“Yes! And I told him we definitely did not forget about him. He was also a little sad that you fell asleep, baby girl, so I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek,”

She turned to you, her eyes still a little red as she sniffed once more. “Really?”

“Promise. Would we ever lie to you?” Elvis chimed in, smiling at her and she shook her head.

To her, you and Elvis were perfect and would never ever tell her a lie. Not a big one, nor a small one.

“No,” she whispered. “So you will stay with me and Daddy?”

You looked at her and laughed softly, nodding as you pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Yes baby, I’m going to stay with you and Daddy forever and ever,”

She smiled softly, nodding her head heavily as she seemed to buy the story you and Elvis told her. Honestly, it wasn’t a very good one, but the only thing you could come up with on the spot.

And for five year old Caroline, the story sounded solid.

“Okay,” she said, grabbing Elvis’ hand as she kept her other hand on your shoulder. “Daddy is more beautiful than Santa,”

Elvis grinned widely, raising his chin smugly. “That’s what I thought, honey,”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, rising from the couch with Caroline in your arms. “Now Santa, me and Daddy will appreciate it very much if you put the ornaments back in the tree. Let Daddy help you,” you grinned, kissing her temple before you put her back on her own two feet. She nodded and walked over to the tree, sitting on her knees as she did what you told her to.

Elvis slipped his arm around your waist, squeezing your ass as he pushed you against his chest. “Seems like we should keep the costume strictly for the bedroom, huh?”

“Definitely,” you laughed softly, kissing his chin. “Without the beard next time, though,”

“I didn’t hear ya complainin’ when I was in between your legs with it last night,” he whispered teasingly with a grin on his face, raising an eyebrow.

You playfully slapped his chest, laughing. “I was feelin’ festive, but Christmas is almost over, baby,”

“Not in this house,” he wiggled his eyebrows, leaning down to kiss you. The moment was interrupted sooner than he liked by Caroline who called out to him.

“Daddy, help me!” she yelled as she had managed to get herself twisted in a string of garland, looking at him with a goofy smile on her face.

“You truly are your mother’s child,” he laughed as he shot you a wink, walking over to his daughter to help her get out of the small trap she got herself into and to help her re-decorate the lower half of the tree.

You laughed as you watched them for a little bit before disappearing into the kitchen to start on breakfast.

In an hour or so, the house would be filled with family and friends again, disrupting the peaceful bubble you had been in since yesterday.

You didn’t mind it all that much, though. And as long as Caroline would have a good time, you didn’t care if the house was empty or full.

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stephstars08 · 3 months

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Falling Apart

Austin!Elvis Presley x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mention of Drugs being taken, Drugs, Mention of Drinking Alcohol, Divorce, Depressed Elvis, Yelling/Fighting, Elvis having a meltdown on stage, Colonel trying to manipulate Reader, Mention of Elvis collapsing, Fluff at the end, and Maybe some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!!!)

Summary: Due the Colonel making Elvis take a bunch of drugs to keep him energized to perform, it’s making Elvis completely fall apart. It get’s even worse when Pricilla packs all of her stuff up and leaves Elvis taking their daughter with her. After Elvis’s dad’s assistant Y/N hears the news she does everything she can to help Elvis pull himself back together.

Word Count: 2,162

Author’s Note: FINALLY MY FIRST ELVIS MOVIE STORY IS HERE! I’ve been waiting for basically a year to finally get a plot for a story for one of my favorite movies of all time! This isn’t just my first Austin/Elvis story but this is also my first story of the new year so I hope you all enjoy! If any of you want to you can read this as Elvis x Reader or Austin!Elvis x Reader! It’s up to you!!

Y/N Y/L/N is the assistant to Vernon Presley who is of course the father of the one and only Elvis Presley. Vernon is in charge of Presley Enterprises. Vernon hired Y/N to be his assistant when Elvis came home from the army. Due to all of the films Elvis was staring in at the time it was getting too hard for Vernon to take care of everything by himself so that’s why he hired Y/N.

When Y/N got the job, she wasn’t expecting to be around Elvis so much. Of course, Y/N isn’t complaining since Elvis has brought her in with open arms and so did his wife Priscilla. Elvis has thanked Y/N so much for helping his father out.

Y/N would be lying if she said that she has never had a crush on the heartthrob. When Elvis first started out Y/N immediately grew a crush on him, but that crush did fade away after she graduated from high school and when Elvis went overseas to be in the army. But as time went on that crush returned and the more, she was around Elvis, the more the crush grew. Y/N wished she didn’t feel that way about Elvis since he’s married to Priscilla, and she is really good friends with Priscilla as well. But those thoughts just flood her mind whenever she is with him.

Y/N loved everything about her job except having to work with the Colonel who is the manager of Elvis. Ever since the first day she met the Colonel she knew he wasn’t very fond of her. She hated being around him since she always feels uncomfortable around him, and she always gets bad vibes from him.

But Y/N didn’t see the Colonel’s dark side till Elvis started to play a residency in Las Vegas.

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Y/N was at her apartment getting ready to meet Vernon at a business meeting. Right before she walked out the door, she heard her phone ring. When she answered the phone, she heard Vernon’s voice.

“Hi, I was just about to walk out the door to meet you.” Y/N said into the phone. “Priscilla left Elvis this morning.” She heard Vernon tell her which made her heart drop. “Oh my gosh.” Y/N said in a shocked tone. Even though she’s shocked by the news she knew the reason why Priscilla left. “She moved all of her stuff out and she took Lisa with her.” She heard Vernon tell her. She could hear the sadness in his voice. “How is Elvis?” Y/N asked in the phone. That was the only question that was coming to her mind. “He’s a complete mess.” She heard him tell her which broke her heart.

“Can you go to Graceland and just stay there with him till I come back from the meeting?” Vernon asked her. “I just really don’t want him to be alone right now.” He added. “Of course, I can.” Y/N answered into the phone.

“Thank you so much dear.” She heard him say. “I’ll talk to you soon.” He added which made her smile a little. “You’re welcome. I’ll talk to you soon.” She told him through the phone. After they said their goodbyes Y/N hung up the phone.

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Y/N parked her car in front of the big Graceland mansion. She turned the car off and grabbed her purse from the passenger seat. She got out of the car closing the driver's seat door. As Y/N made her way to the front door she wrapped the strap of her purse around her shoulder.

When she got to the door, she rang the doorbell and waited but no one answered so she rang the doorbell again but still no answer. Y/N put her hand on the doorknob and twisted it which made the door open. Y/N walked inside the mansion. “Elvis!” Y/N called out as she closed the door. She looked around and noticed that things that belonged to Priscilla were gone. Y/N let out a sigh she she walked into the dining room and put her keys and purse down onto the table.

“Elvis!” Y/N called out again as she walked over to the bottom of the staircase and again, she got no response. She knew Elvis had to be home because where else would he go. Y/N walked up the staircase and right when she got to the top, she heard whimpering. Y/N walked down the hallway and stopped in front of the door to what was the bedroom Elvis once shared with Priscilla. That was where the whimpering was coming from. She was going to knock on the door, but something was telling her to just walk in.

When she opened the door, she saw a bunch of medicine bottles on the floor. Y/N walked in and at first, she didn’t see Elvis till she walked past the king-sized bed. Elvis was sitting on the floor crying into his knees that were hiding his face. It broke Y/N’s heart seeing Elvis in this kind of state. “Elvis.” Y/N said in a soft voice. Elvis looked up at her with his eyes filled with tears and his cheeks soaked with tears running down them. “What are you doing?” Elvis asked her. She could hear how broken he was in his voice. “Your father wanted me to be here with you till he comes back from his business meeting.” Y/N told him. Elvis didn’t say anything back. He just looked away from her.

Y/N sat down next to him. “I’m so sorry about what happened.” Y/N told him with sincere in her voice. “Why are you saying sorry to me?” Elvis asked still not looking at her. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked him. “I’m the reason why she left. She said I’m like a zombie.” Elvis told her as tears continued to stream down his face like a waterfall. “Those pills are what turn you like that.” Y/N told him which made him finally look back at her.

She can’t just keep jumping around it anymore. When he’s on those pills it’s like he’s a completely different person. Those pills are making him fall apart.

“The pills. They just keep controlling me. It’s like they have taken over me.” Elvis told her as he started to cry harder if that was even possible. “I know.” Y/N started. “That’s why I’m here. I’m going to help you get through this.” Y/N told him looking him straight into his eyes. Elvis believed her as he stared back into her eyes. “Okay.” Elvis said in a soft voice.

“I’m going to go downstairs into the kitchen to get you some water.” Y/N told him but before she could stand up, he grabbed her hand. “Please, don’t leave me. Please stay with me.” Elvis said to her in a pleading tone. “Okay! Okay, I’ll stay here with you.” Y/N told him in reassurance. Y/N wrapped her arm around him and rubbed her hand up and down his arm as he cried.

They stayed like that till Vernon came home.

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As a lot of time pasted Y/N kept her promise to Elvis. She’s been looking after him as much as she could. Even though Y/N has been doing her best to take care of Elvis, he’s still not the man he once was.

The only time Elvis looks happy is when he is on stage in front of his fans. The only people that knew what he was going through were the people he sees every day.

Elvis was playing another show in Vegas. Y/N watching him perform from the side of the stage with Jerry by her side. “You’ve been very quiet this evening.” Jerry said to her which earned him a glare from her. “You know damn well why I’ve been quiet.” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “The Colonel came before I could call you and right away, he made Dr. Nick shoot him up with drugs.” Jerry explained to her. “I’m not mad at you, okay!” Y/N told him with a heavy sigh. “He should be in a hospital bed but instead that monster decided to make the decision to shoot him up with the same drugs that is what made him collapse in the first place.” Y/N said with anger in her tone.

Jerry saw the tears forming in her eyes, so he brought her in for a hug. He knows about the feelings she has for Elvis, so he knows it’s hard seeing him like this. As Y/N returned the hug she tried her best to keep her tears in.

They released from the hug when they heard Elvis singing to Suspicious Minds with no music. Y/N could sense right away that something was wrong, and it was just going to get worse. As Elvis went on a rant about how this was going to be his last show in Vegas the Colonel immediately made his way up to the stage.

“Pull the curtain down!” Colonel told someone in a demanding tone which made Y/N and Jerry look at him. “What is going on here.” Colonel asked Jerry in a stern tone. Jerry took a glance at Elvis and then back at the Colonel. “I think he wants to know that, too.” Jerry told him.

When Elvis saw the Colonel started to act even more out of character. Elvis was having a melt down and it was starting to scare Y/N a little since she’s never seen him act like this. As the curtain started to fall Elvis started to yell at the Colonel. When Elvis said, “You’re Fired!” to the Colonel Y/N felt her heart rate speed up.

As the Colonel walked closer to him, he just kept saying “you’re fired” louder and louder each time. “YOU’RE FIRED!” Elvis screamed into his microphone which made everyone, and everything go silent. Everyone looked at Elvis with shock as the Colonel looked at him with sadness. “You’re fired.” Elvis said more calm and not into the microphone.

When he dropped his microphone, it made Y/N jump by the loud noise the mic made when it hit the stage. She watched him turn away from the Colonel and walk off the stage.

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Y/N decided to wait an hour before going up to Elvis’s room to check on him. Y/N was walking down the hallway to the elevator when she felt someone grab her left wrist. Y/N turned around to see that it was the Colonel who grabbed her wrist.

“Let me go.” Y/N told him in a demanding tone. “You go up there and tell him to take me back.” Colonel told her in the same tone she used. He knew she was going upstairs to talk to Elvis. Y/N let out a scoff as she pulled her wrist out of his grip. “You are the reason why he’s falling apart!” Y/N told him. “You’re the reason why he’s hooked on all of those drugs and you’re the reason why Pricilla and Lisa left him!” Y/N added as she looks at him with a fiery look in her eyes.

“Do it or you’re fired!” Colonel told her in a warning tone. “You’re not the boss of me and you never were.” Y/N said not back down to him. “You stay the hell away from him!” Y/N told him in a warning voice and walked away from him.

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When Y/N got to Elvis’s room before she could knock on the door it opened to reveal Elvis. “When I heard footsteps, I figured that it was you coming to check on me.” Elvis told her letting her inside. Y/N could tell that he was more calmed down then what he was just an hour ago. “I was going to come up here right away, but I decided to let you cool off.” Y/N told him while he closed the door.

“I’m sorry that you had to see me like that. I guess I just lost control.” Elvis told her turning around to face her but didn’t look at her. “Elvis, you have nothing to be sorry about.” Y/N told him. She put one of her hands onto one of his cheeks which made his eyes meet hers. “It was the drugs and that shot of alcohol didn’t help either but that’s what made you lose it.” Y/N reassured him.

“But what you did right was you set yourself free from that monster.” Y/N told him stroking his cheek lightly with her thumb. “I didn’t want him taking you away from me, too.” Elvis told her.

Before she could say anything, Elvis’s lips connected with hers. Y/N immediately returned the kiss. They continued to kiss until they had to pull away for air.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Elvis confessed to her. Y/N’s lips curved up into a smile. “Me too.” Y/N told him and leaned back up to reconnect her lips with his soft lips again.

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drtyelvisfantasy · 9 months

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19 Candles🎂🧁💗

Parings: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Elvis plans a special birthday surprise for you, culminating in a sweet moment where he lovingly feeds you cake. With music and love in the air, the both of you create cherished memories on this joyous occasion.

50s Elvis

Song for the fic: 16 Candles

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The sun bathed the room in a golden glow as Elvis prepared for a special day. It was your birthday, and he wanted to make it unforgettable. In the kitchen of Graceland, he meticulously arranged a beautiful cake adorned with candles.

As you walked into the room, Elvis greeted you with a wide smile. "Happy birthday, darlin'! I've got something special planned for you."

Your heart swelled with anticipation, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. "Thank you, Elvis. What did you have in mind?"

Elvis led you to the dining table, where the cake awaited. The sweet scent of vanilla filled the air, and your mouth watered with excitement. "Close your eyes and make a wish. I've got a surprise for you."

You complied, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. The anticipation grew with every second that ticked by. Then, you felt the gentle brush of Elvis's hand against yours, guiding it towards the cake.

"Open your eyes, baby," Elvis whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

As your eyes fluttered open, you found yourself staring at a beautifully decorated cake, the candles flickering in the soft light. Happy tears welled up in your eyes, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of his gesture.

Elvis beamed at your reaction, his voice filled with joy. "I wanted to make this day extra special for you, sweetheart. Blow out the candles and make your wish."

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes once more, silently making a heartfelt wish deep within your soul. Then, with a gentle exhale, you leaned forward and blew out the candles, the room filled with a chorus of delicate wisps of smoke.

Elvis clapped his hands, his smile widening. "Now, it's time for the best part. I'm going to feed you the first piece of cake, just like in the movies."

Your heart skipped a beat as he cut a slice of the cake and carefully lifted it onto the fork. You opened your mouth, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. As Elvis brought the fork closer, you closed your lips around the bite-sized piece of cake.

The sweetness exploded on your tongue, a symphony of flavors dancing across your palate. Elvis's eyes never left yours, filled with adoration and affection. You chewed slowly, savoring every moment.

As you swallowed, Elvis's voice filled the room once more. "How's it taste, darlin'?"

You couldn't help but grin, your voice filled with delight. "It's absolutely delicious, Elvis. Thank you for making this day so special."

Elvis leaned forward, his lips brushing against your cheek. "Anything for you, my love. Birthdays are meant to be celebrated, and I wanted to show you just how much you mean to me."

The room filled with warmth as you and Elvis shared the rest of the cake, laughter and love intertwined in every bite. The day continued with music and celebrations, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

In that moment, as Elvis fed you cake, you realized that birthdays were not just about the presents or the cake. They were about the love and joy shared between two souls. And with Elvis by your side, every day felt like a celebration of love.

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austinsmutler · 2 years

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Just Pretend | Austin!Elvis x Reader | One-Shot

Summary: Elvis calls you up while he's on tour to tell you how much he misses you.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Reader, Elvis x Reader

What you’ll like: Oh, this is just tooth-achingly fluffy. I've met pomeranians less fluffy than this one. For added points listen to Just Pretend while you read.

Warnings: None, Elvis just really misses you and you miss him so it's a lil sad but it's also cute.

Word Count: 776

A/N: Written because I had a crappy day at work and I needed it.

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“Baby?”

Elvis’ hand shook just holding the phone. Just waiting for an answer.

“Elvis?” Your voice crackled through the receiver, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s good to hear your voice.”

“I missed you too.” On the other side of the state, your fingers played with the telephone wire. “How’s the tour?”

“We're in Mississippi, heading to Alabama next week. They love me here.”

“You don’t sound happy about it.”

“I am! I just…” He took a breath loud enough for you to hear on the other end of the country. “Haven’t heard your voice in so long, angel.”

His voice had you leaning up against the wall and smiling sadly to yourself. Every day the papers came out with a new theory on who Elvis could be dating- or worse, saying he was having flings left and right with fans all across the country. The way he sounded, though, made it feel like he’d been feeling all the same things you had. You missed him so much it felt like a piece of you was missing. Like someone’d taken the red out of every bouquet of roses, no matter how many he sent from five states away.

“I just wanna come flyin’ back to you.” He said after a while. “I love the music. I love performing. But I…”

I love you more. It was the phrase he could never quite bring himself to say. You bit your lip, knowing it wasn’t true. Nothing could compare to the love he felt when he was up on stage, or the adrenaline rush that came after. But you were lucky enough to come close, and sometimes that was enough. Hearing his voice made it enough.

“Just pretend I’m right there.” You whispered into the receiver, closing your eyes and picturing the last time you’d seen Elvis. He’d hugged you so tight, made a million promises to be home soon. “Or that you never left. We’re back in Memphis, walking down Beale street together. Window shopping for things we can’t afford.”

“You’d look so pretty in any of those dresses, baby.”

“And you’d cut a mean figure in any of those suits.” You bit your lip. How can pretending to be together hurt more than being apart? It hurt more than remembering the countless days spent just like that, wandering Beale street and taking in all the brightness and beauty of Memphis.

“Can I take your hand?” He breathed into the phone. “I’ve missed doing that.”

You couldn’t be seen in public together. Colonel’s orders. If you did go out together, it had to be as part of a group, with multiple women. Fans and a few male bandmates. Someone else would hold your hand to throw reporters off the scent, or pull you close to make it look real in the photographs- and it killed both of you every time, so eventually you’d stopped going out. Now you had to be snuck into Graceland through the side-door just to hold him.

“Yes.” Tears were in your eyes now, and part of you was glad he wasn’t there to see them. Another part wanted nothing more than for him to be there, wiping them away with soft touches. “I love it when you take my hand.”

A long moment of silence let you savour the feel of his fingers lacing with yours. Just pretend.

“It’s so sunny out.” He chuckled, but you heard the vulnerability in it. He’s as close to tears as I am. “S’nice.”

You looked out of the window in your bedroom. It was dark out, but you were picturing Beale Street on a July day, packed with people.

“It’s hot, though.” A smile crept to your lips and he knew what you were thinking before you said it. “Club Handy?”

“Club Handy, baby.”

“Club handy always has the best music.”

“You been goin’ without me?”

“Never.” It hurt too much. As much as you missed BB King, as much as you loved the music from Little Richard, Sister Rosetta, and Big Mama Thornton, it was impossible to see the club without Elvis-coloured glasses, and it hurt. He was everywhere, from the moves on the dancefloor to the sounds of the stage, but he was nowhere at the same time. Too far away to touch. “I miss it sometimes. But the music doesn’t sound the same when you’re not with me.”

The other end of the line was quiet, and for a moment you worried something was wrong. Maybe Elvis had left the phone, or run out of quarters, if it was a pay phone; maybe he’d just decided it wasn’t worth him feeling like this anymore just to be with you. Phone calls never felt like enough.

Then his voice came through, clear and soft and melodic.

“Just pretend, I'm holding you

And whispering things soft and low

And think of me, how it's gonna be

Just pretend I didn't go

I will hold you and love you again

But until then, we'll just pretend.”

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allbark-no-bite · 1 year

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Expecting the Unexpected || Elvis Presley x reader

summary: an unplanned pregnancy and a draft notice lead to turmoil in the Presley home

word count: 2.5k

warnings: pregnancy, swearing, vomiting

author’s note: finally!! i’ve been sitting on this one for a few weeks, and I really am pleased with how it turned out! im open to requests but can’t promise i’ll get around to them :)

The three pink sticks lie imposingly on the bathroom counter top, as thought I am not already very aware of their existence. My racing heart, which has been elevated since I purchased the tests at the corner store this morning, picks up again when I hear the front door shut. I return my attention to untangling a strand of my hair as Elvis' footsteps echo from downstairs and become louder when he approaches the bedroom.

From the open door, I see him toss his heavy coat onto the bed, and he reaches up to ruffle his hair, which is still disheveled from the wind. He lets out an exasperated sigh. Shuffling slowly, he makes his way round into the bathroom

His usually vibrant blue eyes are sullen as he takes in the scene painted before him. Me crouched against the wall, three pink sticks on the counter, boxes shoved in the trash can. "Waiting?" he finally asks, his voice tense, cautious, and strangely monotone all in the same breath.

"Yeah," I breathe out, slightly surprised that the words make it out of my mouth. My body has not felt like my own since I missed my cycle. I don't trust it anymore, not even to speak.

Elvis just nods quietly, hands shoved in his pockets.

From the floor, I pick at my fingernails, feeling numb. I'd already cried enough today, the image of the perfect life we lived thrown to the wind. There would be no more late night rendezvous spent in expensive dresses and diamonds, drinking champagne, no more red eye flights across the country at the drop of a hat. The rock 'n' roll lifestyle—gone in an instant.

My eyes burn, and I just want to sleep away the misery, pretend that it's not there. "You can probably look at the first one."

Elvis leans over the counter, tilting the stick towards him. There's no hesitation, and I watch as he releases the breath he was holding, the burden he had been preparing to shoulder slipping from his shoulders.

"It's negative. There's only one line."

I jump up from the floor, almost not believing him, but sure enough, when I look, there's only one faint pink line on the test. "Oh, thank God."

Elvis immediately hugs me into his side, the test still clenched in my hand, and I can feel the tension leaking out of both of us. With the moment of peril now behind us, I see our lives returning back to normal once again. The future we had once imagined comes back into view.

However, the relief lasts for only a short lived second. He turns back towards the counter, and I feel Elvis' arm slide from around me. "Baby... this one's got two."

I turn to the counter top as well to peer at the second test in his hand. Two bold pink lines stare back at us. Without a word spoken between us, he snatches the third test, the other clattering into the sink as he drops it. It's hardly been enough time for the last one to develop, but there are already two obvious lines.

My stomach drops. Hands shaking, I pick up the one Elvis had discarded in his previous haste and hold them side by side. Two positive tests. All I can do is stand there, staring at the lines.

This cannot be happening.

Out of the corner of my eye, I am dimly aware of Elvis beside me. His figure hovers in the mirror's reflection, unmoving for a while, his perfect face ashen. He drags his hands through his jet black hair, swearing. "Fuck."

This cannot be happening.

Elvis moves behind me, doubling over the toilet and vomiting. Pensively, I watch him through the mirror. Trembling and shaking, with a sheen of sweat glimmering on his brow, he hunches over, expelling the contents of his stomach. He comes back up coughing and sputtering, his knuckles white against the bathroom counter while he wipes his mouth. He steadies himself for a moment, sucks in a breath of air and closes his eyes before he leans over to retch again. His shoulders shudder with the force of making his body convulse repeatedly.

I close my eyes until he's finished, feeling nauseous myself. Eventually his retching stops and the toilet flushes. He pushes in front of me now, leaning over the sink to splash cold water onto his face.

"What're we going to do?" I whisper faintly.

What the hell were we going to do?

We were young, unmarried, and had been so, so careful. We used protection, avoided certain windows of my cycle when I was most fertile...how could we have been so careless?

My daddy would kill us, no doubt. Elvis' mama would probably cry; she'd raised her son on good southern morals. 'Yes sir' and 'No ma'am', shoes off at the door, church on Sunday, and now he was having a baby out of wedlock. The Colonel was a whole different story. He'd have a stroke. A baby wasn't good for show business. He'd likely swear to Elvis, cursing him for fostering our relationship in the first place. He hadn't liked me before, and he really wasn't going to like me now.

Sniffing, Elvis braces himself against the basin of the sink. His cheeks are still flushed, his head hung low. "I dunno, darlin'. I dunno."

Elvis proposes the next day. He had left the house so swiftly that night that I'd feared he'd run off, leaving me as my mother had sworn he would do when the grass looked greener on the other side. But he returned to me with the only ring that he could find on such short notice and a promise that we'd make it work together.

I cry. He cries. Gladys cries, as I predicted. But she then hugs the both of us, swearing that she will be there for whatever we may need. My parents kick me out in a series of screaming matches and slamming doors, and I move into Graceland. Despite the Colonel's fears, Elvis' career only grows.

And then comes Christmas. Christmas at Graceland was like walking into a place that you would swear as built solely for the purpose of hosting such a holiday. The mansion transformed into a winter wonderland filled with elaborately decorated evergreen trees and tinsel and a perpetually burning fireplace. There were very few nights that ended without the lot of us gathered around the fireplace, sharing news and sipping mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

Each night, Elvis would recline back into his daddy's plush armchair after a long day of composing and recording and spread the expanse of his thighs just enough for me to settle between them. He'd hum, rocking us back and forth for hours, pressing kisses to my hairline whilst conversing lowly with the Colonel and his daddy or Jerry and Sonny.

Tonight, he's got his temple braced against his fingertips, rubbing circles into my arm with his other hand, chuckling as Red animatedly reenacts a conversation he had with a couple fans the other day. Gladys shuffles by us, patting his cheek fondly on her way past before she settles down into her own chair by the fire. A muted knock echos from the front door, and Elvis waves Jerry away with his hand to get it. Other members of the Mafia howl with laughter as Red continues on with his story, pretending to faint onto the sofa. Elvis' chest rumbles against my back.

Amidst the laughter occurring in the living room, Jerry reappears at the end of the hallway. "EP, it's for you."

Flicking his hand dismissively again, Elvis gestures again for Jerry to just deal with whoever it is. It was late and probably just the likes of a stray reporter.

I notice that Jerry's face is pale and ghastly, as though he's seen a ghost. He remains frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights.

Huffing once he realizes that Jerry isn't going to answer the door, Elvis eases himself up from the recliner with a sigh, affectionately squeezing my side as he goes. He slides past Jerry, who hasn't moved from the hallway.

"Jerry?" I ask cautiously as I cross the room. "Jerry, is everything alright?" He clenches his jaw sharply as he finally meets my eyes but remains silent. From over his shoulder, I can see Elvis standing in the doorway.

There's a soldier dressed in military plaid on the other side of the threshold. Snow swirls around him, turning his dark green uniform white. I can't hear their conversation from where I'm standing, but eventually the soldier salutes him and disappears into the dark snowy abyss of the driveway. Elvis watches him go, staring down at something in his hands. Gusts of wind carry snow in through the open door.

Usually I would scold him for standing idly in the doorway, letting the cold air in, but my mouth is almost too dry to speak. "Elvis?"

Slowly, he turns around, his own face echoing the look on Jerry's. His blues eyes are emotionless and glassy. He stares right through me, as though I'm not even there. "I'm bein' drafted.."

Around us, the room falls silent. It is no longer Christmas at Graceland.

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"Are you ready to see Daddy?" I ask, tugging gently on the little hand attached to my own. Claudia jumps up and down, her heavy winter boots clobbering against the train station platform.

"See train?" she asks, reaching for Vernon's hand. "See train?"

The older man laughs and takes her outstretched hand, pointing in the direction of the tracks. A passenger train is rolling into the station. "That's right. Your daddy's on the train."

Gladys and I smile across anxiously at each other. We'd been waiting for this day for so long. We had grown immensely close in the past two years. After Elvis had left for Germany, she'd become my saving grace in raising Claudia. I don't know what I would have done without her. Probably cry much much more than I did, that's for sure.

The train breaks screech to a stop in front of us, and a storm of people begin milling out of the train carts. We had tried to keep the news of Elvis' return private, but newspapers had gotten wind of it and now there were dozens of reporters waiting along with us. For a moment I worry that he's going to get swept into it all before we even see him. But then I see his face amongst the crowd.

We make eye contact and Elvis' blue eyes light up, that perfect smile appearing on his face. In several long strides, he breaks through the crowd and drops his bags as soon as he reaches us, engulfing me in his arms. Like a big dog that doesn't know his own strength, he nearly knocks me off my feet, but his hold on my body is strong. The hand on my back stabilizes me as he nuzzles his nose into my neck, inhaling into my skin. I can feel his hot breath against my neck, and I have to remind myself that we're in public.

When Elvis pulls away, his cheeks are flushed, eyes glimmering with pure adoration. "S'good to be home, Satnin," he rumbles.

I just laugh breathlessly, my heart thumping with elation. "It's good to have you."

After our shared moment, his attention is almost immediately diverted to the little girl hanging on to Vernon's arm behind us. Elvis drops to his heels and crouches down in front of her, smiling warmly. "You miss me, little girl?"

Claudia stares at him, taking in the man crouched before her. He's massive in comparison, the unyielding material of his crisp sergeants uniform only serving to widen his frame. Her lip quivers.

"Clauds, it's Daddy," Elvis tries, the strain in his voice evident. He holds his hand out to her.

Reacting to his movement, Claudia shifts her body away from him and behind Vernon, a whine coming from the back of her throat.

His handsome face falls when she looks away from him and instead to me, her little grey eyes confused, a little afraid even. I can sense the oncoming panicked reaction before it even happens and am reaching out to Claudia a split second before her little hands grab for me, seeking the comfort of my sweater.

I pull her gently into my arms, hushing her before she can start crying. "It's okay, baby," I try to soothe her, rocking my body softly from side to side. Fortunately, it's enough to extinguish the meltdown before it occurs, and the toddler relaxes in my arms.

I look back up to Elvis once her cries diminish. He's trying so hard not to show it, but I see the pain that flashes across his face. It looks like someone has stabbed him. And now he's just crouching there on the ground, bleeding out. Elvis looks away with a uncharacteristic sniff, shaking his head to mask the pain on his face.

"Let’s go home, yeah?” he says abruptly, putting his hands on his knees and standing up. The rest of us trade apprehensive glances as he gathers his luggage.

“Elvis—”

“I said, let’s go home,” he interrupts me, steely blue eyes locking with mine as he comes to stand before me.

With Claudia in my arms, I swallow thickly and nod. “Okay,” I agree meekly.

At home we have a quiet dinner, Elvis’ family and the entire Memphis Mafia gathered together to enjoy the meal Gladys made. It’s pleasant, really, it is. We laugh and listen to the stories that Elvis shares with us of his time in the service, and he tries to ignore that Claudia won’t sit beside him at the table; that she clings desperately to anyone who isn’t him the entire evening. I try to get him to put her down to bed, but he refuses with the excuse that it would be better for me to do so, and that he’s really too tired anyhow.

And so the both of us are immensely perplexed when the two year old erupts into screaming whilst I carry her to the nursery, as she had been attached to me all evening. I rock her, I feed her, I read to her, but nothing I do consoles her. Truthfully, I am at the point of crying myself when Elvis walks in.

“Here, darlin’. Give ‘er to me,” he encourages gently as he comes up behind me, rubbing his large hands down my shoulders. I pass Claudia, red faced and screaming, over to him. Elvis cradles her against his chest, swaying his body slowly from side to side as he shushes her. Claudia wails louder.

“Baby, she’s not—”

Elvis closes his eyes and begins humming.

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help

Falling in love with you

Claudia has stopped screaming, her cries diminishing into soft whimpers as Elvis sways with her. Slowly, as not to jostle her, he leans his torso down into her crib and detaches her fists from his shirt. Her tiny lips part into a snore as he finally sets her down.

When Elvis turns around, he’s still humming. Only now he’s murmuring the words as he puts a hand on my hip and grabs my hand, swaying us to the smooth hum of his voice.

For I can’t help

Falling in love with you

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angelinajoulie · 2 years

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Here’s another small extract from my upcoming dom!Austin x shy!girlfriend!reader one shot.

➡️ read the entire work here!

18+ content below the cut MDNI.

"You're such a good little girl for me, you know this?" his voice gets deeper enough to make you feel soaked as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

"So submissive" he praises you in a whisper, his calloused digits moving to caress your cheek, allowing you to surrender to his touch by resting your head on his thigh.

“So responsive" the intense feeling of the cold gold of his rings hits your warm skin and your spine tingles.

His voice is so soft, yet so firm while he praises you that a weak moan leaves your parted lips, Austin taking advantage of it to shove two of his long fingers in your mouth.

You know what to do so you embrace them with no hesitation and start sucking, wrapping your lips and tongue around his knuckles as the metallic taste grows strong in your mouth.

"So greedy..."

You are a vision to him, you look so tempting that his hand falls on his crotch to palm himself, his growing erection begging to be freed from his slacks and swallowed up by your throat.

As I already said, English is not my first language so I’m currently translating this work (from ITA to ENG) and I can tell you that the warnings will include size kink, praise kink and some other very VERY filthy things. It will be a 5k words piece, should I post it in two parts???✨

I read all your previous requests for the tag list and I wanna thank you sooooo much for em😭😭😭 if you want to be added comment down here, I’ll add you as soon as the one shot will be posted💘

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starlightandfairies · 1 year

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Insecure nights ~Austin Butler~

Description: The reader isn't really too great, her self-esteem is very low and Austin reassures her that she is gorgeous and that she needs to look after herself.

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst, low self-esteem, body issues, social media bullying, rude fans

Key: POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,184

*Please know that you all are gorgeous no matter what you look like, I've been feeling insecure lately so I've just written this and I hope you know that you're insecurities do not define you. Have a lovely day.*

Being Austin's girlfriend was great, he was the best guy that you could ever hope for and he was everything that you needed in the relationship. Like all people, you were insecure, though, you had your moments where you felt so confident and loved yourself for your body that you were happy to be existing just as you were. It all came crashing down though, one day you're minding your own business and you're scrolling through social media and you come across a photo that some random took of you and Austin out in public where Austin's mid-spin with you in his arms as he hugs you.

The caption was supportive of you and your relationship, reading:

Look how cute they both are! You can really tell Austin loves her

It always made you smile knowing that there were fans that were supportive of your relationship and tried to defend you both when mean comments popped up but this time, it got under your skin.

She seriously needs to lose weight

I love her, she's so pretty and so sweet

Look at his arms, you can tell he's struggling to hold her up

Does Austin hate seeing her acne? Because I do

She's gorgeous, she shouldn't be dealing with you assholes.

I saw a beach photo the other day and her stretch marks were fucking hideous -#Ihatestretchmarks.

You fell into a cycle, you were trapped and you couldn't get out of it, couldn't stop reading all these awful things. You felt sick as all your insecurities were being judged and picked on. You snapped out of your thoughts as a door slammed closed, you dropped your phone on the bed and quickly placed a smile on your lips before you walked over to investigate what happened.

"Sorry, darling, I didn't mean to scare you. The wind picked up and got the door." Austin walked over to you, a charming smile on his lips as he embraced you in his warm arms. Austin rested a kiss on your forehead, then caught your lips in his, you smiled against his lips and stared at him with a gentle look in your eyes.

"Doesn't bother me any, just glad it's you." He smiled at you, staring at you with an amused glint in his eyes and rested another kiss on your lips before taking a breath.

"I'm gonna have a shower, we can watch some movies afterwards, okay?" You simply nodded, smiling lightly as he rested one final kiss on your forehead and walked to your shared bedroom. You walked to the living room and started picking out some movies to choose from, giving Austin the chance to what he wanted to watch instead of just giving him a sappy rom-com.

Austin walked over to you, he wrapped his arms around you, pulled your back against his chest and leaned down to rest a kiss on your cheek.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

"I'm feeling fine, how about you?" Austin turned you around, he rested a kiss on your lips and crouched down to stare at you. He led you over to the couch, gave you reassuring smile and held your hands in his.

"You wanna tell me what's going on?"

"Nothing is going on." You lied.

"I love you and I know you. I know when something is on your mind and I've seen that look before. I don't want this to become something that hurts you, you're my girl and I love you. I don't want to see you hurting."

"It's getting into my head again, I hate feeling like this, I hate not thinking I'm pretty and I hate that those assholes can get to me when they don't know me and I don't know them." Austin rested a hand on top of his, you stared at him and sniffled as he wiped away a tear that fell from your eye.

"Darling, you're absolutely gorgeous, they don't know what they're fucking talking about."

"Sometimes... sometimes I feel that I'm not pretty enough for you or good enough." Austin grabbed your hands, staring you deep in the eye.

"You're fucking stunning, darling, don't think that you're not. You're more than good enough for me and you're always the prettiest girl in the room. My eyes are always on you and you're always got this lovely glow about you. You're gorgeous, you're beautiful. These insecurities of yours, I'm sorry they get you down and I'm sorry that these awful people think that they have the right to hurt you with them." Austin took a breath, bringing you closer to him and cradled you close to his chest.

"You don't think I'm too big, or my acne is ugly or my stretch marks make you embarrassed to be seen with me when we're at the beach or the pool?" Austin shook his head, bringing your eyes to meet his and smiled at you.

"I think you're perfect, I think you're gorgeous and you're not 'too' big, you're perfect just the way and I love you. This acne, it's normal, you're human. Humans have these things, I love them because it shows how real you are and I think it's actually really cute. These stretchmarks, I love tracing over these when we're cuddling, you always smile and sometimes it turns into a tickle fight and I love having these with you. Darling, you're gorgeous and I love you with my entire heart. I'm sorry that people aren't treating you right and I hope you know that whenever you feel like this you can talk to me."

A smile formed on your lips, Austin smiled with you and rested a kiss on your forehead. Austin flopped on the couch, you still in his arms and rested your head on his chest.

"You're not uncomfortable?"

"Not at all, I promise you, sweetheart." The shorts you were wearing were pyjama shorts, Austin slowly started tracing patterns on your skin, near your hip and trailing down a little lower to get the ends of the stretchmarks.

"You're gorgeous, I love you, I love you so much." He whispered watching as you just put something on and snuggled in closer to be held tighter by him. Austin hated seeing you feel so down, hated that these people who knew nothing about you treated you with insults and made you feel like shit and you were the greatest thing that had come into his life and he didn't want you to feel like you weren't pretty enough or good enough.

"I love you, thank you." You whispered.

"What are you thanking me for, darling?"

"You just no what to say to make me feel better."

"I mean them all."

"I know you do. I love you so much."

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Oh my gawd?! I have a brilliant request for you dear! Remember in the Elvis movie Elvis and his buddies are on the road and his mother calls him non-stop because she is worried about his safety from all the fangirls and he gets a visit from a mysterious woman at his door walks into his room where the music Craw-Fever begins and you know the rest 😏. Instead the role is reversed where the reader and her gal pals are having a road trip or a girl's night out including watching Elvis in concert. The reader and her overprotective mother had a conversation on the phone at a hotel saying to watch out for men to take advantage of ya since we are a virgin/beauty looking and knows what's best for us etc. And we know for the billionth time and telling her not to worry etc. We kind of feel lonesome confided in our room laying on the bed until we get a knock on the door and lord and behold Elvis Presley shows up with a smile walks in our room as we are so shocked along with feeling a trance at the same time as the music Craw-Fever plays!!! I imagine this with Austin Elvis 😍 and he did saw us at his concert thinking we are the most beautiful woman ever to lay eyes on knowing we are a virgin from our body language and will show the reader what real love feels like - passionate, sensual, fun, and wild telling us that we have nothing to fear as he is very gentleman and kindhearted- he does want us to be his bestest girl!!!!!

Craw-Fever

Having an overprotective mother was a blessing and curse at times for you especially because you felt so sheltered from the actual world at times. While all your friends were going on dates and dating guys, you were at home in your room listening to your favorite Elvis records daydreaming of him being your boyfriend. Just getting the chance to see him in concert would be a dream come true. You lived in the same part of Memphis the he did but only caught glimpses of him. He was traveling and playing all sorts of concerts within the south most notably the Louisiana Hayride. You wanted to go so bad that a few of yours friends talked about taking a small road trip down to Louisiana which you knew was going to take some convincing when it came to your mother. She was always so worried that something was going to happen to you and sometimes it felt as if she didn't trust you or your better judgement. But after speaking with your friends some more and pondering the idea and the fact that it was a once in a lifetime sort of thing, you decided to ask your mother while the two of you had dinner.

You nervously slipped out of your room as she called you down once the food was ready and you took inhaled softly and sharply exhaling as you got downstairs and waltzed into the kitchen sitting down at table and smiling as your mother prepared your plate and sat in front of you, once you were both sat the table you picked at your food a bit taking small bites as the question you wanted to ask her lingered through your mind that you couldn't bare to eat. "You aren't eating.. What's the matter, honey?" she asked sweetly. You picked at your food some more as you stared over at her and letting out a soft sigh. "I.. I have something I wanna ask you, mama." you mumbled. She furrowed her brow worriedly. "What is it?" she questioned. "A couple of my friends want to go down to Louisiana to see Elvis Presley.." you mumbled. "That boy who does all the wigglin'?" she interrupted. You couldn't help but laugh softly. "Mhm.. They invited me.. I was hoping to go..." you whispered.

Her eyes widen at your words. "I don't know about that, Y/N. A bunch of young beautiful girls traveling to Louisiana by themselves?? It does not sound safe." she uttered. "Mama, please.. We will be safe. It's a whole group of us. I really want to go. I'll just die if I can't see Elvis!" you said dramatically. She raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. "Stop with the dramatics. I don't know.. What do their parents say?" she asked. "They're fine with it because they trust them. Pleaaaaseeee. I never ask to go anywhere. Just this once, please?" you begged. She let out a soft sigh seeing how much this meant to you and as hesitate as she was about this whole thing she decided to let you have a bit of freedom. "Fine.. Okay, you can go. But there's going to be a few rules." she muttered. Your eyes widen at her words and you hopped out of you, giving her the tightest. "Thank you, thank you! Whatever the rules are I'll do!" you beamed. She laughed softly as she hugged you back and kissing your cheek. You settled back down in your seat and began to eat your food happily as she went over the few rules she had for you. Those rules being that she expected you to call her at each stop you made on the way there and also remembering to call her every night. Those rules seemed simple enough to follow so you agreed.

That night you excitedly called your friends up and told them the good news and then you got your suitcase packed double checking that you had everything because you were so overwhelmed with excitement that you thought you may forget something. It was a long night of tossing and turning because you couldn't sleep just the very thought of seeing Elvis, breathing the same air as Elvis had you completely over the moon. You eventually were able to fall asleep and the morning had come quick and despite only getting a few hours of sleep you sprang right out of bed and got yourself ready for the day knowing that your friends would be coming to pick you up shortly. It was humid day out Memphis and you could only imagine how it was in Louisiana. So you wore pair of black and white checkered shorts with a white blouse with a pair of white flats to match. Your friends pulled up in the car and the muffled sounds of he horn blowing got your attention and you glanced outside the window waving to them with a wide smile. You grabbed your suitcase and luged it downstairs with you. Your mother already standing by the door with a worried look on her face and already doubting her decision to let you go.

You smiled at her and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek as you hugged her tight. "Don't worry, mama. I'll be fine. I'll call you as soon as we stop" you whispered to her and giving her a tighter hug. She nodded and watched as you headed out of the house and throwing your things in the trunk of the car as you hopped in with your friends and waving to your mother with a wide smile. She waved back with the same worried look on her face just praying that her daughter would be okay. You felt a sense of freedom as you went on this mini road trip with your friends knowing that this was probably very hard for your mother to do and so you wanted to be as cautious and safe so she didn't need to worry. The trip was going smoothly as you and your friends laughed and sang Elvis songs together and once you made your first stop to get gas you used the pay phone to call your mother and to let her know how the trip was going so far and how long you had to go. As the trip continued on and you made a few more stops for gas and snacks you called her and you could tell she sounded a bit more relieved knowing that you were okay.

You finally got to your desired destination that evening and checking into your hotel and finding your rooms the moment you got inside you called your mother letting her know that you got there safe. After getting off the phone you began to unpack and the only thing on your mind was what you were going to wear for the concert tonight. You wanted something that would catch Elvis' eye but you knew it was a long shot for him to even notice you in a sea of girls, but you had high hopes it was everything you ever dreamed of. You decided on a pink checkered dress with small buttons that went down along the middle of the dress and spaghetti straps. Once you had showered and did your hair and makeup you slipped on the dress and soothing it out along your curves that it hugged so well and then paired with some heels. You grabbed your purse and headed out of your room to check and see if your friends were ready. You quite relieved when they were wanting to get close enough seats at the show. You all excited drove to where the Hayride was being held and bought your tickets for the show and hurried into the auditorium getting a few seats right at the front.

Your heart was racing and your cheeks felt flushed as you exhaled softly at the anticipation of Elvis. They had started having him perform last because of how the chaos in the crowd he caused and so the other acts before him appeared dull and a bit boring to everyone because they mainly came here for Elvis. It was finally the moment of truth and back stage Elvis was a nervous wreck no matter how many times he's done this now he was always still so nervous and shaking like a leaf, he stepped out onto the stage and roar from the crowd was wild all the girls including yourself standing up to their feet as the screams went wild. You were shaken up and in shock and awe by the very sight of this beautiful man who came out dressed in a white suit with a black lace top, his leg was already shaking a mile a minute before he even started to sing but the moment that voice rang out it was madness. You were screaming and jumping up and down in place it was not like you to act so out of character, but he brought this out in people. You did your best to get his attention wanting him to see you, notice you, anything.

There was a moment when the two of you had locked eyes and a small smile formed on his lips at the sight of you but that lasted for just a second and that second meant the world to you. You didn't know it but that moment he saw you he fell in love. You couldn't stop smiling he was so handsome, more handsome than what he looked like in all the pictures you've seen. The way he moved and wiggled around the stage, the way he sang and grinned as if he had no idea what he was doing to all the girls in the crowd only made your crush on him deeper, the very sight of him had you in love and by the time the show was over you felt like you were in a trance, everything felt so surreal that on your way back to your hotel room you felt like you were on cloud 9. He smiled at you and that's the only thing you thought about. You let out a soft sigh as you got back into your room, changing into your nightgown as you got ready for bed and making sure to call your mother one last time before the night ended and you told her all about the concert and then when you both had said goodnight you laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling feeling so confided in your room wishing that every night could be as fun as the one you had.

Elvis was winding down from the great show he just had but he didn't forget about you not for a second when the two of you had locked eyes, he was memorized by your beauty and he needed to know who you were, so he asked around about you describing you to everyone who might of seen you and finally coming across the person who sold you a ticket that had actually struck up a conversation with you and your friends and he told Elvis that you had come all the way from Memphis which that only made his face lit up knowing you were from the same place he was and when he found out where you were staying he wasted no time searching for you. When he got to the hotel he of course got recognized and he used that to his advantage a bit to find out what room you were staying in. He nervously looked for your room, fixing his hair and soothing out his suit and hoping that it wasn't weird of him to have asked around about you.

You continued to just lay in bed and the surreal feeling finally wearing off that you felt a bit sad now what you had really hoped for was that you could've met Elvis, but you were grateful nonetheless. You reached over to turn on the radio and tuning it a bit until you heard one of his songs playing on the radio a smile forming on your lips. Suddenly there was a light knock on the door and you furrowed your brow a bit wondering who that could be. You slipped out of bed and grabbed your robe, slipping it on as you went to answer the door and you cracked it open a bit, peering out of it. Your eyes widen at who it was and you opened the door wider now, completely stunned to see Elvis Presley himself darkening your doorway. "Oh my god.. I.. Your.. Is this real?" you asked nervously, confused at how Elvis even found you or let alone remembered you. He cleared his throat softly, letting out a soft chuckle. "I know this is a bit weird.. But I saw you at the show tonight and I-I couldn't stop thinking about you. Y'know when we had that moment together.." he smiled You blushed a bit knowing exactly what he was talking about but still in shock that he even remembered and that the moment you shared prompted him to come out searching for you.

You weren't sure what to say because you couldn't stop blushing. "It's not weird at all.. I remember the moment.." you said shyly. He grinned widely. "C-Can I come in?" he asked. You stared at him completely in a daze that this was actually happening and you snapped out of it, giggling softly. "Yes.. Of course.." you said softly, inviting him the radio humming softly in the background as you shut the door closed. He turned to face you and he was standing so close that you felt like you couldn't breath with how beautiful he looked, his hair was tussled and his eyes so blue that you felt like you could melt right there. "You were the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on, darlin'. Where have they been hidin' you in Memphis?" he said with a soft laugh. You felt your face heat up from how flustered you were, trying to cover your face with your hands, raising an eyebrow at the fact that he knew you were from Memphis. "You must of really been searching for me." you giggled. He began to blush now and he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Maybe a little.." he smirked. "Well, my mama doesn't really let me go out much. She's super protective. Just being able to come see you was a miracle." you laughed.

"I don't blame her. Pretty lil' thing like you, it's not safe out here." he said lowly with a curled up little grin as he reached over to brush his hand along your cheek. You closed up your robe a bit more as he moved closer and you backed up a bit, becoming more nervous and blushing like a school girl. He noticed your body language and he wasn't surprised that you probably never been alone with a guy before and he smiled warmly. "No need to be nervous with me, honey." he said softly. You chewed on your bottom lip as he towered over you and you stared up at him innocently as the two of you stood there in silence as your faces drew closer to one another until your lips hovered each other's and you swallowed harshly never even kissed a boy before, but he took the lead and placed a soft kiss to your lips and you were frozen in place and in your mind telling yourself this whole thing was a dream, there was no way Elvis was kissing you, but he kissed you once again which snapped you out of your racing mind which made the whole thing feel so real, kissing him back slowly, it felt like a dream come true kissing your first boy and that boy being Elvis Presley.

You felt his hands slip around your waist and he carefully and gently pulled you against him, but you pulled back a bit feeling like things were moving too fast for you. "Elvis.. I-I've never.. I don't do things like this.." you mumbled a bit embarrassed. He smiled at your words and he nodded slowly. "I know, honey.. I know, if you want me to stop I will." he whispered. You let out a soft sigh as your hands rested against his chest and you took a moment to think knowing that despite how nervous you were that a small part of you wanted to do this and wanted to give in to his desire. But another part of you was scared, nervous, and confused as to what this was and why it was happening. "I just.. I want to, but.. I don't want to give myself to someone if this is just one time thing and I'll never see you again.." you said hesitantly. He pulled back just a bit as he took your hands into his, he nodded understandingly. "I promise this is not that, baby. I know this is going to sound crazy, but that moment I saw you from that stage and we locked eyes.. I-I was in love. Just knowing you're from Memphis I feel like I know you already." he said softly as he intertwined your fingers with his. You were speechless, completely utterly speechless.

"Elvis.. Why me? There's nothing special about me.." you shrugged. He furrowed his brow at your words, shaking his head. "Are you kiddin'? Out of all the girls in the crowd you were the one that caught my eye, that nearly had me distracted and basically in love at first sight. You're beautiful and a good little girl, I can tell.. I'd do anything to make you my bestest girl.." he said with a wide smile forming on his lips, every word sincere. Your eyes nearly welled up with tears of joy and you couldn't help but think how crazy this all was but in that moment you felt so many deep crazy feelings for him. You squeezed his hands in yours as you exhaled sharply. "I want to... I want you.." you hummed. He pulled you right back into his embraced holding you against him as his lips traced against your cheek and pressing soft kisses to your face. "I promise you I'll be gentle and show you exactly what love feels like.. Passionate, sensual, fun, and wild. I won't hurt you, baby." he whispered into your ear.

You despite your nerves you believed his every word and you wanted nothing more for him to be the one to show you those things. You slipped your arms around his shoulders as you stood up on your tiptoes as you captured his lips in a deep kiss and he slipped your robe off from around you, letting it fall to the floor and he smiled at the sight of your nightgown. "So cute.." he mumbled as lifted you up from the ground just enough to carry you over to the bed with him a small squeal escaping your lips, this was everything you ever dreamed off to have a man sweep you off your feet and the moment he laid you down on the bed it felt like a scene out of a movie when suddenly the song 'Craw-Fever' started playing softly from the radio. You couldn't help but giggle at the wild coincidence as you slipped your arms around Elvis' torso and he raised an eyebrow at your giggle. "What?" he grinned. "Nothing..." you smiled and he leaned up to kiss him slowly, your legs parting as he moved himself between them. His lips trailing along your jawline and down your neck as one of his hands carefully ran along the curves of your body, feeling every inch of you as his hands caressed the gentle fabric of your nightgown.

You let out a soft gasp as you felt his hands all over you and his soft lips on your neck and the weight of his body on top you as you pulled him closer. He lips moved further down kissing over your collarbone and he reached up to slide the straps of your nightgown down your shoulders as he pressed soft kisses over both of them and he continued this cute little teasing of his, the more he tugged your nightgown down the more kisses he pressed against every inch, every curve of your body until he slipped the gown off and tossed it to the side and you laid there in just your panties bringing your arms up to cover yourself shyly. Elvis smiled at your shyness and he grabbed a hold of your arms slowly removing them as he shook his head. "I wanna see you.." he whispered. You took a deep breath and the thought of being naked in front of any man especially Elvis made you painfully shy, but with how sweat he was being and caring those feelings faded and you rested your arms back around him and his eyes wandered over your body with a wide smile. The soft sounds of the music playing so perfectly with this moment.

He cupped your face in his hands and pressed several kisses to it mumbling the words, "You're beautiful.. So beautiful." under his breath. You blushed at his words and you ran your hands up and down his chest and tracing your fingertips along the buttons of his black lace shirt and carefully unbuttoning each one until his shirt was wide open and you slowly slipped it off of him and it fell to the side and you ran your hands over his bare chest, tracing your fingers along his soft skin and he smiled as he leaned down and pressed gentle kisses against your chest and your arms slipped back around him, running your fingertips along his back. His lips tracing over your breasts and the moment he cupped them in his hands a gasped and captured your bottom lip between your teeth feeling his lips wrapping around one of your nipples and your nails dug a bit into his skin at the enticing feeling that came over your entire body, and a soft whimper escaped your lips as his and he sucked hungrily at your nipple and you tossed your head back against the pillow letting out another gasp as your eyes rolled shut at the intense feeling.

He grasped your other breast in his right hand as he pinched and tugged at the sensitive bud between his fingertips, the more he pleasured you the more you craved, yearned and desired him to be inside of you. It was a feeling you had never experienced before and now that feeling was burning inside of you that you could feel the liquid pooling between your legs that you could feel the mess it was making on your panties. Elvis slowly released your nipple from his mouth and he dragged his tongue across the other and playfully biting at it that it caused you to squirm beneath him and let out small whines and then he kissed along your breasts and made his way down your abdomen and the feeling of his lips on your stomach tickled that you couldn't help but giggle quietly and he glanced up at you with a smirk. You watched with curious eyes as his lips reached your panty line and he kissed along the hem of your little white panties.

The feeling satisfying in so many ways that he had your head spinning and the two of you were just getting started. He hooked his fingers beneath the delicate fabric and he slowly tugged your panties down that clung to your soaked pussy and when he caught a glimpse of the mess you had already made in your panties a sly smirk formed on his lips as he tucked them inside of pocket. He ran his hands along your thighs and he could feel you trembling in his light grasp. "It's okay, little one.. I'm going to be gentle with you.." he whispered. You so badly wanted to just cover up and hide because he was so close to the most private area of your body and the way he looked at you like he was ready to devour his very last meal made everything even more intense. He spread your legs open wider for him as his head moved further between your legs and he pressed light kisses against each of your thighs as he kissed his way up with excitement to the aching heat that only became more and more soaked by the minute for him and it became more visible the close he got.

You shivered at the very touch and as you inhaled sharply with anticipation and once he had finally reached the area he wanted the most he pressed loving kisses against it. He meant what he said that he would be gentle with you. Your hands reaching down as you tangled your hands into his soft raven colored hair, letting out a airy breath as your toes curled against the bed and you swallowed slowly. His tongue slipped between your sopping folds and your breathing hitched as a shaky gasped left you and you whimpered at the arousing feeling that washed over you as you felt his warm tongue buried deep between needy pussy and lapped up every bit of your sweet nectar. You tugged at his hair as your back arched and your head tilted back as you moaned out in ecstasy. His tongue circled around your swollen clit, flicking his tongue back and forth against it before wrapping his lips tight around the sensitive bud and he sucked greedily as if he had an insatiable hunger for you that he couldn't control and that only caused your moans to grow louder and your whimpers leaving you in a soft cry as your hands tugged hard at his hair.

He held onto your thighs as he wrapped your legs around his shoulders and he buried his face into your pussy the more he sucked, saliva gathering at the sides of his mouth as it dripped down your pussy and he felt your legs shaking around him as you tried your best not to squeeze them around him. "Oh god... Elvis..." you mewled. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, you had no idea what to expect from this but it was better than you could've imagined, the places he was taking you as he pleasured you and pushed you further into your bliss. He smirked at the sounds that escaped you and he brought one of his hands between your legs and he took two of his fingers and he dragged them between your slit and playing in your slick until you got his fingers coated in it along with his saliva. He released your clit from his mouth and lifted your head up and glanced down at him seeing your slick glistening across his face. "Just try to relax for me, baby.." he mumbled. You nodded slowly at his words so desperately needing more of him.

He placed a kiss against your right thigh with a smile as he teased his two fingers around your untouched virgin pussy, he slowly, carefully inched his two fingers into your tight hole and he felt you clench around him immediately and your body tensed up, he rubbed his other hand over your right thigh to try to relax. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, little one.." he hummed. You did your best to relax at his reassuring words feeling the pressure of his fingers trying to slide inside of you and once he was able to get you to relax again he continued to push his fingers further inside of you feeling you tighten around him. "Fuck.." he hummed. As he very slowly pumped his fingers inside of you, he wanted to get you ready for his cock and wanted to ease you into it. You pursed your lips together tight from sharp pain you felt and you grasped at the sheets beneath you clutching onto them tight. "Taking my fingers like such a good girl.." he whispered. His words of praise and the linger sounds of Craw-Fever playing in your head even as it had ended on the radio helped you to take your mind off of the stinging pain. You felt as his long fingers moved further inside of you until they were buried inside of you.

He pumped his fingers just a tad faster watching as his fingers moved in and out of you and each time that they did his fingers were completely covered in your slick making it easier for him to move his fingers in and out and soon you were moaning out once again the moans sounding like soft cries but you were enjoying every minute of it. He did his best to try to stretch you open enough for him with your fingers and when he felt that you were ready he carefully slipped his fingers out of you, smirking at the sight of his messy fingers as he took them into his mouth and sucked you off of them and he moved back up so that he was hovering about you once again and he kissed your lips. "You ready, baby?" he whispered on your lips. You took a deep breath and you nodded in response. "Yes, I-I am.." you said nervously, running your hands slowly along his sides. He kissed you once more planting a soft passionate kiss to your lips and he felt your hands move down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning his pants.

You had no idea that he rarely wore underwear that when you tugged his pants down his hard cock came springing out and hitting right up against your thigh and you placed your hand over your mouth, giggling softly from the feeling. He chuckled at your reaction thinking it was the cutest thing and he removed his pants kicking them off to the side as he pressed right up against you, grinning as he combed his fingers through your hair. "I hope little Elvis didn't scare ya.." he chuckled. You laughed softly, shaking your head at him and a slight blush forming over your cheeks. "He didn't scare me at all.." you whispered. "Y'know and not to pressure you into anything.. I was wondering if you'd.. Maybe..." he didn't know how to ask and you raised an eyebrow. "What?" you questioned. "If you'd suck my cock a little.." he mumbled. "Oh.. I-I don't know how to do that.. Will you teach me?" you asked shyly, you didn't want to say no especially with him going down on you. He tried to hide his smile at your question. "Course I will, little.." he hummed.

He climbed off of you with a boyish grin and he sat beside you as he leaned up against the headboard and you turned over onto your stomach as you rested up against his thigh, your eyes widening at the sight of his large cock and licked over your lips as you stared up at him with your innocent doe eyes. He combed his fingers through your hair as he grabbed one of your hands and wrapped it around his cock and you could feel him pulsing with your grasp and you hungered for him more wanting so badly to feel him inside of you. "Just stroke it a little and I'll guide you through the rest, baby." he muttered. You nodded and your hand slowly stroked his cock which caused a low groan to escape his lips at the very touch. You watched as the precum leaked from his swollen wet tip. "Put your lips around the tip, little.." he mumbled softly. You slowly moved closer to his cock and parted your lips just enough to wrap them around his aching tip the saltines of his precum gliding across your tongue. he

He choked back a loud groan as he began to quietly pant at the feeling of your warm mouth around him and he inahled deeply as he watched you so innocently sucking on the tip and staring up at him as you did. His hand tangling within your hair and the sounds of your sucking only furthered his arousal, he carefully pushed your head down just a bit further to take more of him into your pretty little mouth you didn't try to stop him seeing the pleasing expression on his face as you pleasure him, your hands grasped a bit tight onto his thigh as you bobbed your head slowly on his cock and sucking just a little faster just enough that some of your saliva that gathered in your mouth drooled down his cock and you moaned softly around his cock. "Goddamn.. You're doing so well, baby.." he praised as he clutched onto your hair. He titled his head back against the headboard of the bed as he groaned out louder and soft whimpers leaving him as his breathing grew heavier from the feeling of your mouth sucking harder and swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. "S-Shit.. Y-You're gonna make me cum.." he moaned.

When you heard his words you popped his cock out of your mouth, staring up at him as your saliva dripped down your chin. "I-I'm sorry.." you mumbled. He chuckled softly, shaking his head at you. "Oh darlin', that's a good thing. But I don't want ya making me cum just yet and I haven't gotten a chance to make love to ya." he grinned. You smiled widely at his words wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand. "Lay down, honey." he mumbled. You nodded at his words and you turned back around to lay on your back and he moved to climb back on top of you the weight of his body on you was something you craved. He reached down to wrap his hand around his cock and he teased the head between your folds and you whimpered softly at the feeling. He nuzzled his face against your cheek as he whispered into your ear. "It'll only hurt for a moment, my love.." those reassuring words of love were all you needed to know that you were one hundred precent ready for this. "I trust you.." you whispered back.

As he lined himself up with your entrance you took a deep breath as you prepared yourself and as soon as he pushed his cock inside of you that's when you exhaled sharply from the sharp and tense pain of him taking your virginity and making you a woman and that same song playing in your head at the most perfect moment once again, but you realized it wasn't in your head it was actually coming from the radio, it was playing again at such a beautiful moment with a beautiful man that you now deemed it as your song that you would share together. His groans snapping you back into reality and you pursed your lips as he pushed himself further into you and you let out a crying whimper, feeling him thrust himself inside of you slowly. "Y-You okay, baby? Do you need me to stop?" he whispered softly as he tried to choke back a moan. "N-No.. D-Don't stop.. Please.." you begged. He smirked as his face buried into the nape of your neck as he shoved himself all the way inside of you and you moaned out so loud that it came out in almost a scream as he plowed into you at a steady pace, his hips hitting against your own as you wrapped your legs around his hips tight and your hands gripped onto his strong arms, pulling him close against you as you clung to him as you buried your face into his left shoulder blade.

Your moans coming out muffled against him as did his own as he kept his face buried in your neck, sucking softly and leaving his mark on you as he picked up the tempo within you and plunged into you harder, deeper completely stretching out your pussy around him as his cock forced you open the feeling of your tight wet pussy felt as if you were made just for him. "F-Feel so damn good around me, baby.." he mewled. It felt as his the song was playing along with the rhythm he played within side you, his cock slamming against your cervix and it felt as if he bruising your insides, but every thrust, every moment inside of you felt like pure bliss that the moans that escaped you were nearly inaudible as your mouth formed an O shape. "E.. Oh god, baby.." you whimpered. You couldn't do anything else but whimper against him as he fucked you senseless, your nails clawing at his skin as you fought desperately to keep yourself from screaming from pleasure. He grabbed a hold of your thighs holding them tight as he held you still and now he couldn't control himself as his forcefully made you take him balls deep, your body aching, quivering beneath him as you heaved softly, it felt like someone had turned the heat up in your hotel room, but you soon realized it was the heat radiating off the both of you and the beads of sweat that formed on your bodies.

Your body began to tense and grow numb a fire in your belly growing stronger and stronger as you felt those pleasurable feelings so intense that you felt like you were going to explode, that's how strong your orgasm had felt. Your legs began to shake around him and felt like the room was spinning the way he through you into a frenzy. "I-I.. Elvis.. You're gonna make me cum.." you cried. He lifted his head and grabbed your face with his hand and forced you to look at him and you stared deep into his piercing eyes that were full of lust and love for you. "That's right, baby.. Cum for me.. Cum all over what's yours, what belongs to you.." he mumbled. You clenched your jaw as you choked back your noises but it was all too much that you couldn't do it any longer and within an instant your orgasm hit like tidal wave and your eyes rolled back and your body froze as you cried out his name as came all over his cock. "Ah fuck.." he grunted out. It only took seconds for his orgasm to hit right after that he didn't have time to pull out before his thick warm cum came spirting out and coating your insides white. His hips stirred inside of you as he came to a slow stop.

He collapsed on top of you his cock still leaking inside of you as he took a moment to catch his breath and you clung to him not wanting him to move as you breathed heavily. It didn't even both of you that he hadn't pulled out the euphoric feeling still washing over you that you didn't care about anything else in this beautiful moment with him. He reached down to pull himself out of you and he groaned softly and you whimpered at the sudden empty feeling, his cum seeping out of you. As he tried to move off of you to lay down you shook your head with a pout. "No.." you whispered. He smiled warmly. "Okay, baby, I'll stay.." he whispered sweetly as he caressed your face. "Honey?" he mumbled. "Yes, Elvis?" you hummed. "I-I know it's sudden. Very sudden.. But will ya be my girl?" he asked shyly. The widest smile formed on your sleepy face and you captured his lips in a deep kiss and mumbling softly, "Yes, of course I will!" you beamed.

He grinned devouring your lips with his as he kissed you passionately and sloppily and you let out a soft noise against his mouth before you pulled back and giggled quietly. "Mama is going to freak when she finds out I'm coming back with a boyfriend. She'll probably faint when I tell her who it is." you laughed. He chuckled softly. "We don't want that.. We'll ease her into it." he said softly as he nuzzled his face into yours. You let out a soft content sigh feeling so safe within his embrace and knowing that you had nothing to fear with him, that he truly was a sweet, kindhearted southern gentlemen and that one thing was for sure you were his bestest girl...

Thank you so much for the request babe. I got a bit carried away. This was so cute and sweet and I hope that I did your request justice! ❤️

@purejasmine I finally did another Austin related fic!

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

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

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 1845

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

Chapter 9

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s gone…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” I vowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jpnriikicore · 1 year

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paring: austin x actress!fem!reader

summary: the reader has never kissed any before so your best friend of thirteen years offers to help.

note: this is my first time writing something out of k-pop! decided to write this since I have been obsessed with austin since the elvis movie came out.

playlist: lovers rock ღ. tv girl

"how many woman have you kissed?" you asked, looking towards austin and away from the papers you wrote on. days after contemplating wether or not you should ask him, but your mouth spoke before you could think properly. "a few, why?" he asked, looking up from the book he was reading.

"because they want me to do a scene of kissing my co-star and I’ve never…done..that…before." you replied, looking down fidgeting with the rings that decorated your fingers. "I can help you, if you want." he offered. you looked down at the wooden floor of your bedroom biting your lip, a nervous habit you have. I mean having your first kiss with your best friend whom you have had crush on for years is better rather than having your first kiss with your co-star you met a few months ago. even thinking about kissing austin made you blush. "it’s alright we don’t have to." he spoke, as he got closer to rub your knee in comfort noticing your in your deep thoughts. "no! it’s i-i-i want too." you agree to his offer, as he nodded. "if you want to stop or get uncomfortable at any time tap my arm three times, okay?" he said, as you nodded understanding. "use your words." he said. "okay." you replied, glancing up at him for a split second as he got closer.

your eyes bounced all cross the room beside him. he bought his hands up to cup your cheeks the cool metal of his rings touched your warm skin making a shiver go down your spine. your eyes finally meeting his blue ones making your breathe get caught up in your throat. you follow after him, closing your eyes as he leaned closer to you. you were still, expecting him to close the gap between you both. you leaned in more deepening the kiss as you got more comfortable. his hands found their way to your waist under your t-shirt that belonged to him. you finally moved your hands up to the back of his head getting your hands tangled in his hair as he pulls you closer to him. shifting his weight to lay you down on your plush comforter. you pull away to catch your breathe to shy to look at him in the eye. kissing your best friend of thirteen years was normal, right?

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multifandomworldsposts · 1 year

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We Met in Tampa PT 6

Pairing: Austin!Elvis presley x reader

warning: Elvis cheating, Y/N leaving Elvis, fluff.

Part 5

Y/N’s POV

Back in Graceland, Elvis, Memphis Mafia, his dad, our daughter, and I are having fun like Elvis and I riding a car that Elvis recently bought.

“It’s working.” Elvis says.

I giggle. I felt like I was having a best day of my life.

“Hi!” I waved at the photographer and smiled while he was filming us.

“London, Germany, Japan, Hulett here has got it all lined up. Air Presley’s new wings.” Jerry shows us a booklet of a plane.

Elvis holds me tight in his arms while I’m holding a glass of champagne.

“You know, when you play stadiums, it’s like, you do a week of shows in just one night and when it’s done, you get on the plane-“ Hulett says.

“You go where you want, you play where you want, and if they don’t like it, you go someplace else. You know who told me that? B.B. King.” Elvis walks up to the bulletin board.

I go up to be next to him.

“Well, B.B. knows man. And the someplace else you should be going overseas.” Hulett says.

Elvis and I look at the colors on the bulletin board and figure out which color we should choose. Elvis points at a color and I loved it.

“You know, I heard last year alone, you had two offers Germany and Japan, for a million bucks for one night. I mean, why the Colonel would turn down that down, I have no idea, man.” Hulett says walking up to us.

I thought to myself, why would the Colonel turn that down, I’m getting suspicious.

“Well, if you figure it out, can you let us know?” Jerry says.

Elvis goes to Evelyn and holds her, he kisses her on the cheek, I love him so much.

“Maybe we should call it ‘Evelyn Presley’.”

“That’s a beautiful name.” Jerry says to me.

“Right?” I approached Elvis.

LATER THAT NIGHT

We’re getting ready for bed. “I don’t know why you can’t just let the lawyers take care of it.” I look at Elvis in the mirror.

“I have to see him in Vegas. He’s in the hospital. It’s the right thing to do.” He brushes his teeth.

“Yeah, well.” I walk out of the bathroom.

“He’s frail right now.”

“You know what he’s like baby- hey! watch it.” Elvis slaps my butt.

“You know what he’s like. The second that you’re near him, you’ll be under ten feet of snow before you know what’s happened.” I walk to the bed.

Elvis spits out his toothpaste, “My mind’s made up. Business is business. He and I are done. But I owe it to him to tell him to his face.”

I lay in the covers and wait for him. “Well, just make sure he doesn’t clip your wings, honey.”

“He won’t.” He walks to the bed and cuddles with me and starts kissing me.

“I am gonna go see him in Vegas.”

“Mm-hmm.” I try to turn the headlamp off.

“Im gonna look him in the eyes, and I’m gonna tell him, it’s over.” He starts to tease me a little bit.

I giggle. I look at him. “What are you doing?”

“Can’t I give my girl the love she needs.” He smirks.

We start to make out a bit. He stops kissing me. “Gotta get some sleep honey.” I cuddle up with him. “I love you.” “I love you to darling.”

THE NEXT DAY

Elvis goes to Vegas to go see the Colonel.

He calls me.

“Y/N/N, I got good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?”

“Bad news.”

“Colonel, he, he had a heart attack.”

“I thought it was his back.”

“That’s what I thought but he didn’t want me to do a big fuss about it.”

“What about you telling him, you know, going separate ways?”

“The way he took it, I understood on what he was saying but, confused.”

“Confused?”

“He talked about the stadiums, my dad, tour and everything.”

God he’s weird.

“What’s the good news baby?”

“I’m performing at the International Hotel.”

“What?”

“Yeah, for about, six weeks.”

“But what about Evelyn?”

“Get your family up in Graceland, they’ll take care of her.”

I’m scared on where this is going.

“Okay Elvis, I’ll meet you there baby.”

FIRST NIGHT AT INTERNATIONAL HOTEL

I sit at my VIP table with Vernon and his wife. “This is amazing.” I said to them.

“I agree.” Vernon’s wife says.

“I’m gonna get some drinks for you guys, if that’s okay?” Jerry says to us.

“Yes please.” “Please thank you Jerry.”

Elvis comes out looking more amazing then the last time I saw him on stage. I clap for him.

The way he did his performance. Amazing! It felt like I was seeing a new but the same Elvis Presley I saw in Tampa.

“I’d like to introduce to you a couple of people tonight, one of which being my beautiful wife, Y/N.”

The light shines on me. I smile and look at the audience. They’re all clapping and smiling at me. I mouthed “Thank You.”

“Also, this man over here, I wouldn’t be here without, my manager of many years, Colonel Sanders.”

I giggle a bit.

He sings Suspicious Minds. Amazing once again.

Elvis gets off stage and starts kissing fans. I get uncomfortable. When he came to my VIP table he kisses a woman in front of me. The Colonel can tell I look beyond uncomfortable and mad.

Elvis gets back on stage and starts singing Can’t Help Falling in Love. Jerry touches my shoulder to tell us to go backstage.

When Elvis was done he came up to me with a towel wiping his face. He hugs me “There she is.” I hug him back.

“I-I don’t know who that was out there. You were, you were, incredible, you were everything.”

“Thank you baby.” He kisses my lips. I’m going to wash my teeth tonight.

“Mr. Elvis Presley I guess that’s your new manager over there, hmm?” He looks at the Colonel.

he grabs my face lightly. “Yeah. I’m gonna go talk to him, all right?” “Okay.” I about to walk away until he says, “You okay to get upstairs?” He kisses my hand “Mm-hmm, yeah.”

Elvis had to go to the hospital for his oxygen. He needs to take a break before he breaks. I set up a picture of Evelyn and sit next to Elvis.

“Taking care of Business.” The Colonel says.

Vernon says it again.

Elvis goes on tour but I stayed at Tampa with my family and Evelyn. Jerry and Elvis would call me once in a while.

“Y/N, I want you to do something for me, will you? you give my baby a big hug for me, okay?

I hear breathing on the other side of the phone. No he can’t be, he can’t be cheating on me right?

A FEW MONTHS LATER

“Hey Y/N. It’s Jerry he needs to talk to you, I think it’s important.” Sammy says.

I get to the phone.

“Hi Y/N/N, how’s Evelyn?”

“She’s doing well, she misses her daddy.”

“Something about her daddy. Y/N he- he cheated on you.”

I freeze. I don’t say a word. I start to cry.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“I heard breathing on the phone, he cheated on me?”

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

He can hear me cry.

“Jerry, I love you as a friend. Tell Elvis to go fuck himself.”

“Y/N/N. He’s been taking drugs as well.”

“For how long?”

“For a while now.”

“Oh god. Call me when you want to okay?”

“I will Y/N.”

“Tell Elvis I love him. As in you know okay?”

“I will. Bye Y/N/N.”

“Bye.” I hang up.

I start to cry. How could Elvis do this to me?

“Mommy?” I look at Evelyn.

“Hi honey.” I pick her up to sit on my lap.

“Who was that?”

“It was Uncle Jerry. He said daddy’s okay.”

I look and see my mom. “You okay?”

“Yeah, um, can you take Eve downstairs, she looks hungry.”

My mom picks her up and takes her downstairs and I see Anne and Sammy come up to me.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Sammy sits on the bed with me.

“Elvis, he, he cheated on me.”

“Who told you?” Anne says.

“Jerry.”

“Oh honey I’m so sorry.” Sammy hugs me.

Anne hugs me as well.

I sobbed into their arms. Elvis Presley, the man I love, cheated on me.

“Why would he do that?”

“I bet she was a groupie.” Anne says.

“Anne!” Sammy says to her.

“Just saying.”

I continue to cry. We hear footsteps and it’s my mom.

“Where’s Evelyn?” I asked my mom.

“With dad, what’s wrong?” She holds my hands.

“He cheated on her mama.” Sammy says, mom looks at her.

Mom looks at me and says, “I’m so sorry baby! Who told you?”

“Jerry. And he’s been taking drugs.”

“For how long?” Sammy questions.

“For a while now. That’s what Jerry said to me on the phone.”

“What’re you going to do?” Anne says.

“I’m going to leave him.” My mom, Sammy, and Anne look at each other and look at me. I’m going to leave that son of a bitch!

AT GRACELAND

I see Elvis sleeping, I get some of my belongings from my nightstand. Elvis wakes up and sees me.

“Is that you, doll?” He weakly says.

I look at him and say, “I’m leaving you, and I’m taking Evelyn with me.” I take a picture of Evelyn off of my nightstand. I walk in the bathroom.

“Uh, Y/N/N, is this about what happens on the road?” Elvis says.

“About the what?” I look at him.

“Is this about what happens on the road?” He approaches me.

“The girls? Yes it’s about the girls Elvis! And this Elvis! And this! All these goddamn pills those leeches and has-been feed down your throat!” I throw pill bottles at him and collect more things.

“Goddamn, I’m in the best shape of my life.”

I leave the room, “Best shape of you life. The only time you’re happy is when you’re on that stage. And in between that, you’re a ghost.” I go downstairs.

“Y/N/N. I give you everything you could want.” I hear him behind me.

I turn around “What I want is a husband. I am your wife. I am your wife!” I slam my hand on the stair railing. I walk downstairs again, “And Evelyn is your daughter. She needs a father.”

I go to my suitcase. “I am her father!” I hear behind me. I look at him, “You cheated on me Elvis!” The way he looked at me.

“Do you even know when the last time we ate as a family together, you don’t even make love to me anymore.” I start to cry softly.

“Do you still love me?” He questions.

I stay silent. Of course I love him, but he cheated on me.

He sits down on a stair. “When you’re 40 and I’m 50, we’ll be back together. You’ll see.”

I set down my stuff and walk up to him and hug him. He hugs me back crying. I pet his hair. He held me tight.

“I have to go.” I get to his level.

“Will you please stay?” He holds me tight.

“I have to go. Okay? If I stay, I’ll never leave.” I kiss his forehead and cheek. “You have to let me go.” He holds me tighter and I let go of his grip. I gather my things and get to the car to sit next to Evelyn.

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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More Than Friends

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: You and Elvis have been best friends since birth. You have been each others' first for pretty much everything so you couldn't picture yourself losing your virginity to anyone else.

Word count: 4,4K

Warning(s): fluff, inaccurate timelines etc, reader and Elvis are both 17 (you can picture them a lil older if you want), 1950s!Elvis, virgin!reader, virgin!Elvis, smut; oral (f. and m. receiving), vaginal penetration, accidental creampie, unprotected sex.

Author's note: this was requested by (i believe) anon a while ago but i never got around to write it, woops. something light and cute this time - enjoy luvs <3

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You and Elvis had been friends for as long as you could remember.

Gladys and your mother went to school together and had been inseperable the moment they exchanged ‘hello’s’, so it was only natural for them to let their kids grow up together.

The two women were pregnant around the same time and you were born on the 8th of February, exactly one month after Elvis. Just like your mothers, you and Elvis were glued to the hip ever since you could walk and talk.

Once the Presley’s moved out of Tupelo to Memphis, your family followed not long after. Sunday dinners and holidays were always spend together, as well as birthdays.

Elvis was the only boy who was allowed to stay the night in your household, your parents not too worried about anything happening as you two got older because you could bicker like brother and sister.

What they didn’t know was that Elvis had been your first kiss and you were his. And the older you got, the further you two were taking things.

In your adolescence mind, you weren’t in love with Elvis and he wasn’t in love with you.

You couldn't be. He was your best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

You hated how he flirted with every girl in school and his young arrogance. You hated how loud he was whenever his male friends were around and he put up this facade of a bad boy to appear cooler. You hated that stupid sailor hat he started wearing everywhere he went.

He hated how every boy, including his friends, fawned over you when you’d walk down the halls. He hated how every year the tops and dresses you wore filled up more and more. And he especially hated that you were entertaining those boys that gave you attention.

Because truth was, you both were jealous of the attention the other received. Despite you telling yourself it wasn’t so, you were in love with your best friend and he was in love with you. But both of you were too stupid and too scared to admit it, not wanting jeopardize your friendship.

Both of you were at an age where you wanted to experiment, getting more and more curious about sex. While you and Elvis had enough people to choose from to do this with, because you were confident enough to say you belonged to the popular crowds at school, it just felt right to do this together.

Maybe this could ruin your friendship, maybe things would never be the same anymore but the more you thought about the deal you and Elvis made, the more excited you got.

Your parents trusted you both enough to go out on a Saturday night and leave the house in your hands. Because both your parents were all together, you knew it wouldn’t be a while until they’d come home and that was exactly what you hoped for.

“A-Are you sure?” Elvis whispered softly as you sat on the edge of your bed together, the reason why you were in this position very obvious tonight.

The bad boy that he’d often pretend to be around his guys was nowhere to be seen. It never was when you had him alone.

“Yes.. yes, I’m sure. I’m a little nervous though,” you laughed softly, looking at him as you kept your hands in your lap, picking at the fabric of your dress. You decided to wear your favorite one tonight; baby blue, tight on top and flowy skirt sprawling out graciously. You had worn white flats with it, but kicked them off minutes ago.

“Do you still want this?”

“Yes!” Elvis immediately exclaimed, clearing his throat a little before he spoke again – this time hopefully not as eager and desperate he did the first time. “Yes, I-I still want this.. I wouldn’t want this with anyone else,”

You smiled at him and nodded, swinging your legs back and forth a little as silence fell over you two again.

You two had kissed before – had full out make out sessions during sleep overs and study sessions. He had touched your boobs over the fabric of your clothing a few times and you felt him up, feeling how kissing you got him hard every time. But you had never touched each other without clothing, never been able to give each other the pleasure you heard your girlfriends brag about so many times.

They had all lost their virginities already, so other than their stories, you had nothing to go off on. The only education you got was in school and you never paid attention, feeling too awkward at the young age of 13. But now you and Elvis were both 17 and you felt like you were blossoming into your womanhood – this was simply the last step that needed to be taken for you to turn into the flower that you wanted to become.

Elvis startled you by jumping up from the bed and walking to your record player in the corner of your room. He turned it on, letting the record that was already in there play. He didn’t care what it was, he just needed something to fill the silence that hung above your heads.

Your heartbeat quickened alarmingly fast as he walked over to you, looking down at you as he stood in front of you. A small gasp got stuck in your throat as he leaned forward, your body automatically moving back until you were laying on your bed. He was on top of you now, his lips pressed against yours.

Kissing him wasn’t foreign, but knowing that wasn’t the only thing about to happen tonight got you even more nervous.

Elvis wasn’t doing much better than you. Just like you, he had nothing to go off on other than stories he had heard from friends. While nervous, he was excited as well, blood rushing to his cock from the feeling of you sucking on his lower lip.

He was curious how your lips would feel on other parts of his body.

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered after you managed to crawl further up your bed, laying against your pillows with Elvis still hovering above you. He had managed to get in between your legs now, your skirt tightening around your thighs as he pressed his pelvis against you firmly. No friction was created due to the fabric in between your bodies, but the pressure was enough for arousal to tingle in between your legs. “Just.. just do like we always do,”

You nodded your head slowly, kissing him again when he leaned back down into you. You held your arms around his neck, gasping softly as he creeped one hand underneath the skirt of your dress to caress your thigh. His hand was moving closer and closer to your panties and it felt as if your entire body was set ablaze, your heart thumping in your ears.

Sliding your hands down over his shoulders to plant them against his chest, he pulled back and looked at you. Before he had time to question if you were okay, you pushed him further back and sat up. Reaching your hand behind your back, your fingers were quick to pull down the zipper of your dress, pulling the fabric down your torso.

Elvis immediately mimicked your actions, pulling his shirt over his head and taking off his trousers with shaky hands. He took his socks along with it, knowing from the stories of his friends that girls didn’t like if boys kept them on in bed. He wanted this to be perfect, a fond memory to look back on – not only for himself, but also for you.

Especially for you.

When the both of you were in nothing but your underwear, he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering down your body, drinking in every detail of your bare skin as if you were the sweetest tea on a hot summer’s day. He had only ever seen you in a bikini and this was so much more intense and exciting.

He was as hard as rock, his underwear sitting tight around his waist. And when he noticed the white panties you were wearing, a small stain of arousal seeped into them, he could feel his cock twitching as if his body had a mind on its own.

At this point, he was pretty sure it did.

“Y-You’re p-pretty,” he complimented, sitting on his knees in front of you. A blush crept upon your cheeks as you squeezed your thighs together, embarrassed at the view he had of you.

“You too,” you whispered, watching as he placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs again. Although a little shy, you didn’t stop him because you wanted him just as bad. You wanted him to touch and kiss and taste you in places no one ever had.

As he placed shaky kisses along your thighs and hooked his fingertips behind the elastic of your panties to pull them down, you grabbed onto the small stuffed panda bear that was on your bed.

He had gotten it for you at last summer’s fair and you hadn’t slept without it ever since.

While you usually cuddled it up to you, now you were squeezing its face so firm the eyes nearly bulged out. Neither you or Elvis paid attention to it, far too occupied with other things.

Elvis let out a shaky breath, the cool wind of it accidentally hitting your clit and it made your hips stutter at the feeling. He looked up at you, wide eyed. “S-Sorry,”

“N-No.. It felt nice..”

He licked his lips as he smiled softly, looking down at your exposed pussy in front of him. He could see the slick of your arousal and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, too turned on and too curious to wait any longer. Leaning in, he licked hesitantly.

The taste was nothing like he had ever tasted before, but he soon found himself wanting more of it. He went in again, his movements gaining confidence as he heard the moans leaving your mouth. He didn’t know if it were those pretty little noises coming from you or the way you tasted so good that made him more and more turned on, but he didn’t have control over his hips as he grinded himself against the bed.

His tongue flicked at your clit curiously and when your moans got a little louder, he realised that was probably your most sensitive spot. He did it again, and again, and again, until he suddenly sucked on it and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your back arching off the bed.

“Does that feel good?” he asked as he pulled back, his fingers slipping through the wetness of your folds as he looked up at you. His voice was raspy and deep, making you look at him as a moan rolled off your tongue.

“Y-yes.. Elvis.. please.. please don’t stop,” you whined, bucking your hips up at him and he smiled as he leaned back in to repeat the action. You were greatly stroking his ego, but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

He decided to take things a step further, slowly sinking in his middlefinger. Your hand let go of the stuffed animal, clasping both of your palms over your mouth to muffle the shriek that left you. He looked up at you with worried eyes, afraid that he was hurting you but before he could pull his mouth away from you once more, your hand flew into his hair. He let out a small huff as you pushed him firmly against you but immediately went back to stimulating your clit as he slowly moved his finger in and out of you.

You never had an orgasm before. You’d touch yourself now and then but you always stopped it as soon as you felt that knot in your tummy threatening to explode. You were afraid of making too much noise all alone in your bedroom or dirtying the sheets, because your mother was the one who did the laundry.

The fact that Elvis was about to give you your first one was almost poetic to you. After all, he had already given you so many of your firsts.

You didn’t want anyone else to be in his place.

Elvis kept his eyes on you the entire time as you came undone, grinding harder against the bed as he felt your walls tightening firmly around his digit. The way you were moaning and writhing on the bed made him nearly lose his mind and while he removed his finger out of you, he didn’t pull back. Not yet. He wanted more.

You weren’t able to keep your hips still as his mouth nearly engulfed your entire pussy, tongue eagerly lapping up your essence. It was becoming too much but you didn’t have the strength to pull him away – all you could do was moan and whine and tug at your own hair.

Once he did pull away and raised his head to look at you with his lips and nose glistening of your arousal, your heart skipped a beat. His hair was messy because of your hands and he looked so pretty, you never wanted this night to end.

“W-was that good?” he asked as he laid down beside you, throwing the stuffed animal to the end of the bed. You laughed softly, still catching your breath as you nodded.

“Really.. really good,” you told him honestly and he smiled, leaning closer to you to kiss the corner of your lips.

“It was good for me too,” he whispered, his eyes meeting your eyes as you turned your head to look at him. He brought his hand up to your face, thumb caressing your lower lip. “You taste sweet,”

You blushed at his words and at the way he was looking at you. As far as you knew, he had never looked at you like this. As if you were the only person on the planet.

It made your heart jump for joy against your ribcage.

“I want to taste you too,” you whispered as you smiled sweetly at him, moving away from him and further down the bed. You sat on your knees as you pulled his underwear down, watching how prettily his cock bounced free against his lower abdomen before standing upright in front of you.

He spread his legs a little as you got in between them, making yourself comfortable by laying on your tummy. You kept your eyes on his cock as you wrapped your hand around it, moving it up and down once, taking his foreskin down to expose the tip. A drip of pre-cum wandered down his shaft and to your fingertips, making him let out a deep breath.

He raised himself up by pressing his elbows in the bed, too curious to look away as you stuck out your tongue and lapped at the head of his cock once, his toes curling.

“Oh my God,” he whispered to himself as you looked up at him and boldly wrapped your lips around him, slowly sinking down onto his length. He gasped, hands grasping onto the sheets firmly as he tried his best to keep his hips from thrusting upwards.

He had no idea where you learned all of this, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining as you were bobbing your head up and down, sucking him off hungrily. The sight of saliva dribbling down the corner of your mouth and your hand wrapped around him to help your movements had him moaning freely, shamelessly.

He was turning to putty in your hands, hips rolling up out of his control and his head hanging back as his eyes fluttered shut. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning, not caring that some of them sounded high pitched. He remembered his friends telling him girls didn’t like that, but he simply did not give a damn.

Just like you had been doing to him, he was feeding your ego now as well, motivating you to pick up your pace.

And when your other hand found his balls to fondle them softly, he was an absolute goner.

“Fuck.. my G-God.. yes.. Y/N,” he looked back down at you, his breathing growing more erratic as he couldn’t keep himself quiet even if he wanted to. “So good, baby.. shit.. M’close, so close,”

Compared to you, Elvis had given himself an orgasm plenty of times and he was familiar with the feeling, but now that you were the one giving it to him, it was so much more intense.

So so so much better.

You weren’t sure how you could tell, but you pulled back just in time, watching as he came undone right before your eyes. He painted your fingers that were still wrapped around him and his own abdomen white, a long moan escaping his throat. His head was pressed in the pillow, hips stuttering up into nothingness.

You slowly took your hand off him and giggled softly as you laid down next to him, watching him catch his breath as his eyes were screwed shut, shade of crimson on his cheeks.

“You taste sweet too,” you whispered to him as you snuggled up to him, kissing his neck. He tilted his head, wrapping one arm around you to tangle his fingers in your hair, keeping you in his neck.

“Fuck,” he sighed, biting his lip as you were ghosting your lips over the shell of his ear now. “Where’d ya learn that, baby? You were so good,”

The both of you froze at the pet name. He called you the same when you had his cock in your mouth but you figured it was because he was close to climax. Maybe it was because of the sex haze you were still in, but the sound of it made the beat of your heart speed up again.

He had never called you that. Sure, he used pet names with you occasionally, but in this moment it felt… different.

Like you were the only girl he had a name for. Something you knew definitely wasn’t true, but you liked the delusion of it.

His eyes met yours as you pulled your head out of his neck, a small smile on your face. He let out a soft sigh of relief, pushing your head closer to him with the hand that was still in your hair. You kissed him back immediately when he firmly pressed his lips against yours and allowed him to push you back onto the bed.

In your state of arousal, you quickly took off your bra and threw it over his shoulder. His eyes wandered down to your exposed breasts immediately, leaning in to kiss his way across your chest, dipping down further. Your hands flew into his hair again as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

“Wanna be inside of you,” he whispered against your skin as he had kissed his way back up to your neck after giving both nipples equal attention. He couldn’t keep himself in one place, wanting to kiss you all over. As he pulled back and raised himself on his hands to hover above you, both of you looked down and you giggled softly at the way he was hard already again.

“Don’t laugh,” he whined softly with a chuckle of his own as he hid his face in your neck, his cock heavy against your folds because he pushed his hips forward. “S’because of you… you make me so excited,”

“I’m not laughing,” you whispered with a smile on your face, kissing his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. “I want you, Elvis,”

He pulled back to look at you, smiling sweetly as he nodded and kissed your lips. Moving his hand in between your bodies, he wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped himself into his fist a few times before he aligned himself at your entrance.

“P-Please go slow,” you warned him with a shaky voice as you looked up at him, hands holding onto his shoulders. He nodded as he frowned in concetration, slowly pushing himself into you. Your nails dug into his skin, thighs shaking as you let out a soft cry, squeezing your eyes shut.

It took him a while to bottom out and once he did, he was too afraid to move. You were so incredibly warm and tight and he had no idea how long he would last once he’d start to move. The fact that you were close to tears and shaking like a leaf underneath him didn’t help either.

“Baby, do you want to stop?” he whispered as he looked down at you with worried eyes, one of his hands reaching up to caress some hair out of your face. He was leaning on the bed with his forearms on either side of your head, chest pressed against yours while he was buried deep inside of you. “You’re cryin’,”

You could hear the worry in his voice and opened your eyes, shaking your head. It hurt – God, it hurt like hell, but you didn’t want to stop.

You wanted him to take your first time, even if it meant you would have to bite down on your teeth for a little bit.

“S-Sorry,” you apologized, not wanting to ruin this experience for him. He leaned down and kissed your tears away, shaking his head.

“Don’t say that. You’re allowed to cry,” he smiled softly, pecking your lips before looking at you again. “We’ll go at your.. at your tempo, okay? I’ll go slow,”

You sniffed, nodding your head as you cupped his cheeks. You told him to move, because it had to happen eventually and despite the sting and the feeling of being so full, you were curious.

You were positive the pain would go away soon.

He thrusted slowly and gentle, moaning softly as he watched your face the entire time. You couldn’t seem to relax around him, walls firmly tightening around him as you held onto him for dear life. But the longer he thrusted, the more pleasure crept its way into your bones to take over the sting between your legs.

“F-Feels good now,” you moaned softly and his eyes lit up a little, grin tugging at his lips.

“Can I go.. go f-faster?”

All you could do was nod, the both of you moaning together as he picked up his pace a bit and kept himself up, fingers sprawled out against your sheets. You lifted your legs a little, wrapping them around his waist and grabbed onto his arms.

He looked so pretty on top of you like this – upper lip tugged upwards as he grunted, eyes squeezed shut as he snapped his hips forward faster every time to chase his second release of the night. Despite it not being completely painless, you couldn’t care less. You didn’t want him to ever leave you, wanted him inside of you every minute of the day from now on.

You didn’t want this to be the first and last time you’d ever see him like this.

Due to his inexperience, he didn’t have much control yet. His orgasm reared its head around the corner sooner than he wanted and he couldn’t stop it – nor did he have enough self control to pull out of you before he came.

You were both too far gone to think about using a condom or about the fact you were playing a dangerous game. You weren’t on birth control.

Your mother would have a heart attack if you would ask her to put you on it.

The thought of pregnancy never occured to you and Elvis, not even right now.

You were too enchanted by the way his hips stuttered into you, your name falling off his tongue in a string of moans and grunts as his eyes were boring into yours.

You didn’t cum the second time, but you didn’t care. To you, it was just as good and seeing your best friend like this was worth it.

As he slowly pulled out of you, you whined softly and kissed his lips before he rolled off of you and next to you on the bed. Other than the sounds of both of you catching your breath and the music from the record player, silence lingered between you.

Before you could, Elvis was the first to break it. “That was… really nice,”

“Y-yeah,” you agreed softly, turning your head to look at him. “I’m glad it was with you,”

He looked at you and smiled, nodding. “Me too,” he mumbled as he reached his hand out to caress his finger along your cheek, to your lips. “I wanna ask you somethin’,”

You turned on your side and watched him do the same, leaning on his elbow as his hand wandered to your hair. He didn’t look at you, rather at his fingers and the way he was tugging a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I-I wanted.. wanted to ask this b-before, but, uh..” he cleared his throat a little, looking at you for a second but he avoided eye contact as soon as he continued. “Do you.. Would you like.. d-do you wanna be.. be my g-girlfriend?”

You stared at him, feeling your cheeks heat up as your heart was embarrassingly skipping beats again before it’d drum in your ears. You were quiet longer than you realised and Elvis pulled his hand from your hair, coughing a little as he looked at the bracelet around his wrist as if he had never seen it before.

“I mean, it’s okay.. if you don’t want to,” he mumbled, his ego bruised. “You can just tell me,”

“I want to!” you immediately said, laughing softly as he looked up at you with wide eyes. “But only if you stop feeling sorry for yourself,”

He gasped softly, about to tell you he definitely wasn’t feeling that way, but you had already pressed your lips against his. He laughed softly before he kissed you back, pulling you into his arms as he let himself fall back on the bed.

Maybe your friends and Elvis’ friends had plenty of stories to tell about how they slept with different people already, bragging about what they had done in the bedroom. Maybe you and Elvis were more inexperienced and still had a lot to learn.

But at least, you got to do it together. Being intimate with someone you truly cared for and loved sounded way better to you than with a person you barely knew.

Your best friend was your first everything, maybe he’d even be your last. And nobody in this whole wide world could take that away from you.

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stephstars08 · 4 months

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Austin Butler

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drtyelvisfantasy · 8 months

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Hawaiian Tropic🌺

Parings: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: You and Elvis enjoy your honeymoon in Hawaii just days after exchanging vows in Vegas at the international hotel

Song for fic: Hawaiian Tropic-Lana Del Rey

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The sound of crashing waves welcomed you and Elvis as you stepped off the private plane the both of you owned, your hearts filled with anticipation and love. The both of you had exchanged vows just days ago, promising to be there for each other through thick and thin, and now the two of you were ready to embark on your dream honeymoon in the enchanting island of Hawaii.

Hand in hand, you and Elvis walked through the airport, your smile radiant and infectious. The scent of tropical flowers filled the air, reminding the both of you that you were entering a world of bliss and tranquility.

Elvis, dressed in a stylish Hawaiian shirt, he couldn't help but gaze at his beautiful wife. Your eyes twinkled with excitement, and your (hair colour) hair cascaded like silk down your shoulders. You were the love of his life, and he couldn't wait to share this romantic adventure with you.

Upon arriving at their secluded beachfront villa, you and Elvis were greeted by a breathtaking view of the turquoise waters and swaying palm trees. The warm tropical breeze caressed your skin, whispering promises of unforgettable moments to come.

As the two of you settled into your luxurious accommodation, Elvis pulled you into his arms, your bodies swaying to a melody only the toe of you could hear. "Satnin,’ can you believe we're finally here? Just you and me, in this paradise of love."

You rested her head against his chest, soaking in the rhythmic beating of his heart. "Elvis, this is a dream come true. I'm so grateful to be spending this time with you, away from the world, where it's just us."

Your Days in Hawaii were filled with romantic walks along the pristine beaches, exploring lush rainforests hand in hand, and discovering hidden waterfalls. Each moment deepened their connection, and the two of you fell even more in love with every passing second.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Elvis surprised you with a private concert on the beach. With his guitar in hand and his voice as captivating as ever, he serenaded you with your favorite songs, creating an ethereal atmosphere as the waves crashed against the shore.

You couldn't help but feel your heart swell with love as Elvis poured his soul into the music. His voice resonated through you, each word a testament to your love. In that moment, you knew that your love was destined to last.

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As the honeymoon days drew to a close end, you and Elvis stood on a cliff overlooking the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean. The sun cast an orange glow across the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and pink. It was a moment of pure serenity.

Elvis wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "My darling, these days have been a glimpse of heaven. I promise to love you fiercely, to protect you, and to be there for you until the end of time."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked into his deep, soulful gaze. "Elvis, you've given me a love that surpasses anything I could have ever imagined. I'm forever grateful to have you as my husband."

The both of your lips met in a tender kiss, sealing your love in that moment, in that paradise. With hearts full of gratitude and a future brimming with endless possibilities, you and Elvis Presley walked hand in hand, ready to face whatever life had in store for them.

In the enchanting island of Hawaii, their love shone brighter than the sun, a testament to the power of two souls finding their forever in each other's arms.

You and Elvis decided to spend your last day in Hawaii on the beach, the two of you found yourselves on a secluded section of the beach, away from prying eyes. The sand was warm beneath your feet as the two of you strolled along the shoreline, your laughters filling the air.

Elvis couldn't resist the mischievous twinkle in his eye as he scooped up a handful of wet sand. With a playful smile, he tossed it at you, hitting you playfully on the shoulder. You decided to get back at Elvis by picking wet sand and throwing it him.

"(Y/N), you're in for it now!" Elvis chuckled, as he started running away from you, his bare feet leaving imprints in the sand.

Giggling, you chased after him, the soft sand sinking beneath your steps. The crashing waves accompanied your laughters, as the two continued your playful chase along the water's edge.

Elvis suddenly came to a halt, turning to face you with a mischievous grin. He bent down, grabbing more sand, and swiftly launched it towards you, hitting you square in the chest.

Laughing uncontrollably, you retaliated by picking up a handful of sand yourself. You aimed carefully, watching as the grains of sand flew through the air, landing on Elvis's shoulder.

Elvis pretended to be shocked, dramatically clutching his chest. "Oh, my heart! You've wounded me with your sandy attack, my love!"

The playful banter continued as the two chased each other, your laughter echoing across the beach. The sand clinging to your skin, turning your playful antics into a delightful mess.

Eventually, the two of you collapsed onto the sand, breathless and covered in a mixture of sand and giggles. The both of your eyes met, and in that moment, you both felt an overwhelming rush of love and joy.

Elvis reached out, brushing the sand off of your cheek, his touch gentle and full of adoration. "My love, these carefree moments with you are the ones I treasure the most. You bring out the childlike joy in me."

You smiled, your heart full of love for the man who always knew how to make you laugh. "Elvis, you remind me that life is meant to be enjoyed, to be filled with laughter and love. I'm grateful for every moment we share."

With the sun beginning its descent into the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the beach, you and Elvis sat side by side, your fingers intertwined. You both watched as the waves crashed against the shore, basking in the serenity of the moment.

In that peaceful embrace, you both knew that your love was not only built on passion but also on the foundation of friendship and playfulness. Together, the two of you had created a love that could withstand any storm, even as the sand stuck to your bodies, reminding the both of you of the joy you both have found in each other's arms.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, Elvis leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love you, my beautiful (Y/N). Let's continue to make memories together, forever."

With a heart full of love and a newfound appreciation for the simple pleasures in life, you leaned into Elvis's embrace, feeling the warmth of his love surround you. In that moment, you knew that your time in Hawaii was just the beginning of a lifetime of happiness and adventures together.

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On The First Day of Christmas

Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Day Two

Yes that’s right, you read the title correct. For the next twelve days I will be posting. These will not be very long, in fact day one and twelve will most likely be the longest one.

These will be posted along side my regular posts as a thank you. As always, my work can either be viewed with Elvis or Austin!Elvis

Masterlist

Warnings: Grammatical and Spelling Errors Most Likely

Word Count: 1.3k

The countdown has finally begun. There were officially only twelve days left until Christmas Day. Every year you tend to do something different, but surprisingly you haven’t done the one thing everyone thinks about. The actual song. The twelve days of Christmas, and you were going to do it. Some of them were a bit ambitious, but that wasn’t going to stop you.

You got out of the car with a smile and closed the door behind you. Elvis was currently away for the day. Which meant you had enough time to get day one done. As the song goes, On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me… A partridge in a pear tree.

Now, some problems arrived with this one. You could not get a live partridge. Hell, you wouldn’t even know where to get one. So, you got a stuffed one. Now the next issue was a pear tree. You could get a live tree no issue, it was Christmas after all. You didn't actually get a real-life tree because you figured you could reuse the small fake one. The issue was the pears, which you decided to make yourself. Then you would just tie them on. No big deal and it was easy.

You opened the trunk to the vehicle and pulled out the tree, it was a fake tree okay… so you shoved it in the trunk along with your supplies. You made your way to the front door and pushed open the door. You and Elvis have already decorated for Christmas, but these last days you always did something more. You were going above and beyond this year though.

“Mrs. Presley, do you need some help?” You felt yourself jump out of your skin at the voice. You looked up and spotted one of the maids that worked around Graceland.

“Jesus, Katherine, you scared me.” You chuckled lightly and pushed the door closed with your foot. “What are you still doing here? I thought I sent you all home for the holidays?”

“Mr. Presley wanted me to come in and give the house a quick clean. I was actually heading out.” She answered your question.

“Why would he do that?” You wondered. You were fine with cleaning the house. You always let the staff go home for the holidays.

“He wanted to surprise you,” she smiled softly. You blushed gently and shook your head.

“Of course he did. Well, you go home and enjoy your holidays okay?”

“I will, see you next year.” She nodded and went to leave the house. She gave you a light wave and made her way to the car.

“See you next year Katherine.” You smiled and watched as she left. You closed the door once more and made your way over to the living room. You peered over at the clock and checked the time. It wasn’t like it was going to take you that long, but you still wanted to be done before he would be in.

You walked over to the record player and picked one of the records from the pile. You put it on and went to town. You got the tree out of the box and set it up. It wasn’t a big tree, which was the idea. It was supposed to be small enough to be on top of a table.

Once you set that up you got the bird plush and zip-tied it to the tree. You did not want this bird to go anywhere. Not like it could fly… you just don’t want it to get knocked off. You plugged in the tree and sat down on the couch to get your arts and crafts together.

You didn’t have to make too many pears since it was a small tree. You had some twine and punched out a hole so that you could attach it together. You then went ahead and add it to the tree and BOOM.

A partridge in a pear tree.

“Dammit! I should’ve bought actual pears… Maybe I could catch Elvis…” You rushed to the phone and dialed the number for the building Elvis was in. It happened to be Sun Records. He wasn’t recording anything, but he was going over some new music.

“Sun Records, this is Sam Phillips speaking. How can I help you?” You heard an answer.

“Sam! Can you put Elvis on the phone please?” You asked. Sure you could catch up with him, but this was life or death! Not literally but… close enough.

“Is that Y/n Presley?” You could hear the smile in Sam’s voice.

“The one and only.” You replied back, a slight smile on your face.

“I’ll put him right on.” He announced. You said a quick thank you and waited for your husband to pick up.

“Hey sweetheart,” You heard Elvis’ voice. You smiled at his voice and felt yourself melt. His voice was just so soothing and ugh-

“Hi Elvis, I have a favor to ask.” You said in your nicest, sweetest voice ever. Which was what your voice always sounded like of course.

“Anything.”

“Can you stop by the store and pick up a few pears please?” You asked. You tilted your head to the side a bit.

“Yeah, anything else you want me to pick up?” He asked. You smiled at him. It was nice of him to ask if there was anything else you needed.

“Umm,” you thought about it for a bit. You were going to have to go out tomorrow to get the rest of the things but for right now… “No, that’s all. I forgot to pick them up while I was out.”

“Mmm all right. Is this for your twelve days of Christmas?” Elvis then asked. Ever since you two moved in you’ve done this. It was always tradition with your family and you wanted to keep it going. Elvis fell in love with it the first time you did it.

“Hmm… maybe,” You let out a light giggle.

“I’ll go pick some up, I should be home in an hour.” He announced.

“Okay baby, thank you. I love you,” You said with a smile. The phone wire wrapped around your finger. It reminded you of when you were a teenager. Something you always did while on the phone with Elvis.

“I love you too, darlin’.” You heard the click of the phone and hung up your own.

You were positive that Elvis was going to know what you were doing the second he came in and saw the small tree. That didn’t mean he knew exactly what you were going to do for the other days. You had to get creative now. Think about it, there were eight maids of milking. You already had a plan for that, but that is what you were talking about.

He could know what you were doing, but there was no way he could know what you would do. If that makes any lick of sense. You made your way over to the living room and plopped down on the couch. You grabbed the blanket that was hanging off the side and wrapped it around yourself. You picked up the book on the coffee table and got to work reading.

Before you knew it Elvis was walking in the front door. You smiled and said a quick hi before you unraveled yourself from your comfort. Elvis smiled in return and reached the bag out towards you. You made your way toward him and grabbed the bag. You pressed yourself up on your tippy toes and gave him a quick kiss.

"So, what's the theme for this year?" He asked.

"Well, let's see." You said as you made your way over to your tree. You pulled the pears out of the bag and situated them up near the tree.

"Is that...?"

"A partridge in a pear tree," you smiled and looked at him, "because... on the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me... a partridge in a pear tree~" You sang. Elvis chuckled lightly and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"I love it, and I love you." He pressed a kiss on top of your head. "But how the hell are you going to get twelve drummers drumming?"

"Oh, I have my ways, Mr. Presley... I have my ways."

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