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ranaissingle · 1 year

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

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

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

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

You had really outdone yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you more."

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

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

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

"Hello?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Austin's choked sobs were palpable in the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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elvisabutler · 11 months

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hiii! absolutely loooove your writing!!

was wondering if you’d be willing to write something about either Elvis or Austin and he helps reader when she’s on her period and super hormonal. like maybe she’s cranky and horny??

if not, totally fine!! my periods been vicious this month and would love to see how you think one of them would react to it!! thanksss!

crimson

summary: you are having a bit of a rough go around this time with your period and your boyfriend- well he just wants to help. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x plus sized female reader word count: 1432 warning: oral ( f receiving ). implied potential p in v sex ( future ). period sex. blood. descriptions of period cramps. author’s note: so hi anon. i have no idea how you feel about me making this a plus sized reader and having this be a period sex smut but at the very least i hope you enjoy. but also thank you for the compliment about my writing! i went for austin because well- because @butlersxbirdy helped me choose and because truly i have been lacking in my austin content lately. if the mood strikes i might write something come- well probably when my period comes next with them like in the damn bubble bath or curled up in bed. also you don't have to read it this way but in my head for some reason- i kind of saw this as being in the same universe as pop goes the bump. don't ask me why but ya know. also moodboard is not indicative of the color of the reader's skin. i just have wanted to use the beanie and austin pics since i saw them.

Your best friends today have been your bed, a heating pad, copious amounts of chocolate and a sweatshirt that Austin wore despite being far too big on him and making him look like a very tall Ariana Grande. All in all, you've had worse periods with less assistance than you do now. You've had worse periods alone with nothing to comfort you. Sure, you're technically alone right this second, but according to Austin there was something about the way you answered the phone, all vicious snapping and vitriol spewed from your lips that clued him in to the possibility that maybe- just maybe you might be on your period. Maybe you could use some company in your time of need and pain.

The thing is you and Austin pride yourself on being honest with each other, telling each other when something bothers you or when something doesn't work clothes wise or actions wise. It's how you can tolerate the gossip of him with costars and the gossip of people thinking there's no way he'd be with you. You know there's every way he would be with you because he tells you why he's with you. It's easy to realize and understand. The downside to this is that sometimes he forgets that there's a time for tact and little white lies. Case in point the exact words that leave his mouth when he opens the bedroom door to find you in a blanket burrito and with Bridgerton playing on your television.

"You look like shit." He murmurs, leaning against the door as his eyes trail over your body.

You wait a moment before you respond, wondering if he honestly just said that before you finally glare at him. You like to think if it could the look would murder him. "Great boyfriend you are, asshole. I feel like shit so if it feels like shit, smells like shit and looks like shit, it might just be shit."

Austin for his part winces at your words, realizing that what he said was uncalled for and probably did more harm than good even though he had meant it to be playful. It takes him a second to stop leaning against the door and slowly walk over to your shared bed, carefully as if he thought you were a caged animal ready to strike and kill him. "Or it might just be a woman experiencing a very rough week," he states calmly, as the bed dips with his weight next to you. "Taken your pain meds?"

"More than my liver would have liked me to." You answer, the words coming out as a bit of a whine as another cramp seizes and twists at your insides. "It hasn't helped that much. They're normally-"

Your eyes shut from the pain as it cuts off your words and Austin finds himself pulling you into his arms, rubbing your back in some form of comfort. "They're not normally this bad, I know baby."

"I woke up at 4AM like this. I'm tired, I hurt, I want to eat my weight in every food known to man and I'm-" You stop yourself and feel your blood rush to your ears and head in embarrassment as you shift a little next to him, trying to find some relief. He doesn't need to hear the last part, that's too much to ask of him or anyone.

Austin watches you, watches how you are on a roll explaining what's wrong until you get to the last bit of what's bothering you. He notices how you stop and start to shift against the bed a little in a way he only knows you to when you're- well- when you're feeling horny. Ever the actor though, he manages to school his face into something that doesn't give away that he might have a clue as to what's going on. His hand moves from your back to your hips, rubbing in a motion that's meant to be comforting but that he also know has a tendency to drive you wild. "You're what? Does it have something to do with how you're moving against the bed?"

A breath catches in your throat as you feel the warmth of the embarrassment you feel flood your body. Of course Austin would catch on, he knows you. He knows how you are and knows every single one of your tells. "Austin- Don't, it's nothing, if you're not going to be helpful or comforting just-"

Your words are stopped by a shaky exhale as you feel Austin's lips on your neck, trailing down to your chest. "I want to be helpful and comforting. I want you to feel better, babe," he whispers against your skin before pulling away slightly as his hand moves to cup your breast, noting how you hiss in equal parts pleasure and pain. "Too much?"

"Just the nipple. Not the whole thing." You answer, grinding against the bed a little. "They hurt too much to be touched."

A hum leaves Austin's lips as he keeps up his work, his thumb flicking at your nipple, sending shocks down to your core. Between your legs is throbbing not only because of the pain your period has wrought but because of how that simple touch has your clit aching for attention. Attention you're praying that Austin will provide it as he moves to be on the floor by the bed and tries to pull you to the very edge. It's a position he's been in once before, it's a position you've seen him in multiple times since you first started dating and yet in this moment you want to keep your legs shut, trying to keep your desires to yourself before you hear a chuckle. "Babe. Let me, please. Consider it my last ditch attempt to make you feel better."

It's as if those words are the magic ones to hear as you open up your legs, shivering at Austin's touch on your thighs. At his subtle squeezing of the plump fat of them and at how he takes your underwear and your shorts off with an ease that makes you love him that much more. Your hands drift to his hair, messing with it, allowing your fingers to grasp at his locks and yank just slightly earning a groan from him. Your thighs tighten around his head reflexively as he inches closer and closer to your cunt and yet he still manages to make his way there. His tongue laps at your clit, earning a sharp cry from you at the new sensation. You swear you feel his lips curl into a smirk as he continues a soft and slow onslaught, licking gently while stoking the fire of arousal within you. It makes your stomach clench in a way that is a little painful but feels like it's relaxing at the same time. It's a clench that promises relief at the end instead of an unending deluge of pain. Your chest heaves as Austin takes a hand and moves to play with your nipples once again and you feel something- you feel what you think is an orgasm start to build within you as you try to use your grip to pull him away. Only to have him shake his head and take your clit between his lips and just suck at it.

That action, that simple action that normally you detest has your thighs tightening so much around his head that you're liable to hurt him as you come, your fingers yanking at his hair and a low moan leaving your body as the coil of tension inside you and the sheer clench and twist of your insides relaxes at least for now. You try to catch your breath and relax your legs as Austin pulls away from between your legs and continues to play with your nipple almost absentmindedly.

His mouth is red, almost like messed up lipstick and you can't help but feel your cunt clench a little in want for more. The two of you stare at each other before he smiles and raises his eyebrows. "Better?"

Your eyes take in how his pupils are flushed and how his cock is pressing against his pants and you can't help but lick your lips and grind against your bedsheets once more. "I think I might need one more- dose, Austin. Just to be safe."

A smirk crosses his lips as he moves back to his former position, ready to give you what you ask for. "Just one more. Then we'll see if you need something stronger."

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 11 months

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A king's true love.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x chubby reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turns out, you had every right to.

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

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

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powerofelvis · 2 years

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powerofelvis’s masterlist

Hey there darlin’s! This simplified masterlist includes all of my writings. Most of my writings is NOT suitable for the kiddos, so please be honest if you are under the age of 18.

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Started: 09/21/2022

Updated: 08/04/2023

elvis aaron presley.

One Shots

blue jumpsuit.

need to know.

fever dream.

the jaycees.

take me to church.

chocolates and cream.

pledging my love.

why marry.

the act of love.

ménage a trois.

wherever you go.

slice of cherry. sweets for my sweet.

aloha to my heart. a surprise amidst war.

Drabbles

everlasting love. thanksgiving at graceland.

drunk on you.

you’re not alone.

rubberneckin’.

no one loves you more.

the jungle room.

timetraveler!elvis

bookworm!elvis

earlyfame!elvis

elvis x quiet!reader

Headcanons

meeting the family.

birthday shenanigans.

Series

Peach Tea in Tennessee | teenaged!elvis x black bookworm!reader

Sweet Inspiration | elvis x black!reader

part two

always on my mind. | elvis x plus sized!reader *indefinitely on hold*

Part 2 | Part 3

no longer the housewife.| elvis x f!reader

part two | final.

elvis presley’s movie characters.

One Shots

coming soon.

Drabbles

vince everett x reader (1)

Series

hard headed woman. | part two || danny fisher x reader

austin robert butler.

One Shots

the finer things.

good for you.

love without shame.

Drabbles

drabble one.

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drabble three.

drabble four.

drabble five.

drabble six.

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austinstyles · 7 months

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Married

Austin x plus size reader

Austin and the reader are getting married, and planning their special day and also experience this big day together. And Austin is being so supportive. Also I am not married myself. I am just writing form my dream weeding. Also you can choose the reader name.

Warning: kissing and spelling mistakes. Also a little age difference but not a big one. And mention of death. Tell me if I missed something.

Y/n pov

Me and my amazing fiancé are planning your wedding. I am so excited to marry Austin, we have been together for 3 years and we decided to tie the knot. My relationship with Austin has a 7 year age gap. I am 25 and Austin his 32. But actually I don’t think much of it because to us it is about love and compassion.and age doesn’t matter to us with the 7 year age difference. Also it is about respect for each other. I love this man and I can’t believe that I get to marry the love of my life. We actually meet at a cafe and started chatting. And a month after meeting we started dating, I was 22 and he was 29.

The plans for the weeding are going well, we both decided we wanted a summer wedding. I have actually already picked out my dress. My dress is a beautiful white sparkly dress. This dress when I saw it I knew that I was meant to get married in this stunning dress. Also I didn’t feel insecure in the dress at all.

My body is on the plus side, and my fiancé has never in our relationship made me feel insecure about myself. And we just have the kind of love we’re we never judge. We are comfortable with each other, I just love that I can be myself with Austin. Let’s also just say I feel for his gorgeous blue eyes and his amazing smile. But along with falling for is appearance I also fell for his personality. This man is amazing and i can’t wait to be his wife.

Austin pov

I can’t believe I am planning my weeding to marry my amazing fiancé. I can’t believe that I was so lucky to meet her, it was love at first site for me. Her laugh is so cute and I just smile every time I see her smile .

This woman y/f/n is my dream woman. And in a few months I get to marry her. We have actually also talked about having kids in the future. I know that y/n has wanted to have kids in her life, so we have definitely decided we want to have a child together. But for now we’re planning the weeding. I know y/n has picked her wedding dress, but I will not be seeing it until the weeding.

I myself have picked that I will be wearing a black weeding tucks. Me and y/n have also decided on the flowers we want for the special day. We are having sunflowers. We chose them because we both like the flower. Also we chose them because sunflowers have a special place in y/n heart.

In exactly 4 months form know I am getting married, and my amazing, beautiful fiancé will become my wife.

Y/n pov

I am at my apartment watching a movie all alone. Me and Austin don’t live together, but I am moving to his place when we get married. Today has been about wedding planning and sending out invitation. I have also been writing for my blog. Yes I have a lifestyle blog about little bits of my life. I was inspired one day to just write down a blog entry and my blog started for there. For me it has not always been about money in this world. I just want to enjoy the life I have.

At this moment I am just so excited about my weeding. This is mostly what I am thinking about all the time. I also today picked out mg maid of honor. I decided to ask my childhood best friend Lea. Me and Lea are almost like sisters, and I knew she would be the one that I want as my maid of honor. Actually I decided that for me my bachelor party I just wanted a simple hang out with my small group of close friends. My bridesmaids dresses are picked out and I went for a pastel pink dress. I feel that the bridesmaids dresses really fit with the summer theme for mine and Austin wedding.

Me and Austin have figured out most all of the things we needed for the wedding. I am so excited. This day will be one of the most special days of my life. I just can’t believe it is happening, I am so thankful that I found someone that appreciate me and I appreciate him.

Austin pov

Today marks 3 months until mine and y/n wedding, and today we are picking out a weeding cake together. We’re now at the bakery and just trying different cakes to figure out what we want. So that is wants happening today. All the cakes look amazing, I just hope we pick the one that fits for our wedding. As we’re trying some of the different cakes we figured out what cake we wanted after 2 hours.

I am happy with the cake we chose together. And I feel it totally fits what we want to have for the weeding.

I shared a quick kiss with y/n outside of the bakery when we’re done at the bakery. We ordered the cake and told them exactly the day of the weeding and how many guests are coming. As we pull away for out quick kiss I placed my hand over her shoulder. As we’re walking to my car. We decided to drive my car to the bakery. As we get in the car I started to drive away.

As I parked the car at my fiancé apartment I gave her a kiss. And as we pulled away she gets out of my car and I started to drive back to my place.

Y/n pov

As I walk into my apartment after Austin drove me home, I walked to the living room and just sat down on my couch and turd on my tv. I decided I wanted to watch a movie. So I chose to watch Elvis (2022) . And let’s just say I was mesmerizing with the amazing acting in this movie.

After the movie was finished I decided it was time for dinner. So I make my dinner and just checking my e-mails.

As the night goes on I started to get ready for bed. I had a busy day the next day.

As I lay down in my bed, I fell asleep quickly.

Time skip

Y/n pov

Today marks a month until I get married to my amazing fiancé. And I take his last name. I decided I wanted to take on his last name. For the past 2 months I have been busy with the weeding and my blog, also with partnerships I have going on. So I have been busy. But I am so excited for the weeding.

I have just been sent a picture of the bridal bouquet and it looks amazing. The sunflowers make me think of my sister. My older sister dead 2 years ago she was involved in a hit and run. After the death Austin was there to comfort me. I could never thank him enough for being by my side. I love this man with all my heart.

Me and Austin both know what it is like to lose a family member. But we also have a bond over our favorite music.

I think my sister would love to see me happy and marry the love of my life. She liked Austin and was happy I was happily in love with this kind man. Austin is a wonderful man. And in one month I am getting married to him. Everything for the weeding is planned and everything that is on my and Austin end is done. We even have the weeding rings picked out. I just am counting down the days. If you haven’t already guess I am very excited.

Austin pov

The weeding is coming soon. I can’t believe it is happening in a month for today. In exactly one month y/n will be my wife. Also we will finally be living together. We are also in the proses of moving in to the place we are going to be living in. I am excited to be living with the woman that I love and is going to be my wife.

Wedding day.

Austin pov

Today is the day I am officially getting married today. And I am so excited to see my wife to be. We haven’t see each other face to face for the past 3 days, because we wanted do have some days apart before the wedding. I fell the butterflies in my stomach. I am excited. And know in just a few hours I am marrying the most wonderful woman. I believe 100% she is my person.

Y/n pov

Today is mine and Austin wedding and I am so excited and happy. I have butterflies in my stomach, but I know that I am marrying the person for me. And know I am getting ready and just enjoying the time with my bride maids and maid of honor. I’m a few hours I am walking down the aisle.

No one pov

It was finally time to walk down the aisle for y/n. She was know walking down clowns closer to we’re her husband to be Austin is standing waiting. Soon as she stands in front of Austin the priest wanted to know if anyone wanted to object to Austin and y/n getting married. And no one objected, so then it was time for the vows.

Both y/n and Austin said their vows and know the rings were involved. Austin repeat after what the priest says. Them after Austin did it it was time for y/n to do the same.

Officially after sharing the first kiss as a married couple. And know they are officially husband and wife.

And know is only the beginning of the rest of their lives as a married couple. And tomorrow Tom they are moving in to their new house. Everyone around at the wedding can see their happiness. And how much love they have for each other. And new adventures are about to start.

Thanks for reading. Just wanted to say sorry about time skips. And sorry if it wasn’t as long as maybe some would want it. I tried. Also as always request are open. And leave me ideas for fanfics you want to see.

😃🩷👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

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butler-on-beale-street · 2 years

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Unforgettable | E!Austin Butler X Plus! Reader | Part 6

Warnings: mentions of death, grief.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I feel that an alternate name for this part would be "Pinky Promise With a Thumb Kiss." Just fluff that's part happy and part sad. Title is inspired by this song.

Have you read Part 5?

What do you do when he's just within your grasp and flying away the next...is his promise true?

“Can I ask you a question?” Elvis said after a while, his arms still wrapped around you.

You adjusted to look up at him. “Sure.”

“Don’t feel like you have to, but I-I-” He paused, keeping himself from continuing to stumble over his words. You swallowed nervously, unsure of what he was about to ask. “Well–”

You reached for his hand, squeezing it softly. “It’s okay. You can ask me whatever you like,” you reassured him.

“Well, I was just wondering what happened–” He began, his gaze gliding away from you. He licked his lips out of nervousness, his hands clasped over his chest. “I mean, well–” he started again.

“To my parents?” You offered, turning your head to the side, waiting for him to look at you. When he did, you watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallowed. He nodded softly.

“Of course, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He placed his hand on the blanket between you, leaving his palm facing upward. You laced your fingers with his.

“I don’t mind,” You said quietly. You looked up at the stars for a few moments, watching the dark clouds glide through the night sky. You sighed softly before you spoke. “They died in a house fire when I was fifteen.” It had been four years since their passing and it was getting easier to talk about. Elvis nodded slowly, processing the information.

“I’m sorry,” He said, squeezing your hand firmly. “Really.”

“It’s okay. It was hard for a long time,” you said, pulling yourself closer to Elvis so that you could rest your head against his chest. He pulled his arm around you, his fingertips dancing softly on your skin. “But it’s getting easier to talk about.” You were quiet for another moment. “I feel safe with you.”

“You do?” He asked. You turned your head upward, watching a soft smile grace his lips.

“I do,” You told him. “I trust you, Elvis.”

“That means a whole lot, Y/n.” It was his turn to be quiet. You took his silence as your cue to continue.

“They were incredible,” You began. “My parents. You know, they did everything for me growing up. I’m an only child. At least that’s how it turned out. I had a baby brother, but he passed away when he was a baby. He died from influenza. Only six months old. Ever since then, Mom and Dad gave me everything I could have ever needed–at least of what they could afford.”

“I’ve got a brother in heaven, too,” He said, squeezing your arm softly. “He was my twin. Name was Jesse. Died when he was born.”

“Wow, I’m sorry, Elvis.” You got up on your elbow so that you could turn to look at him.

“I still believe I live for him,” Elvis said, reaching his hand out to the sky, pointing to the brightest star in the distance. “You see that star up there?” He said tenderly. “That’s him. I pray to him sometimes when I feel lost.”

“I like that.” You were quiet for a long moment, staring up at the enormous star. “Elvis, can I ask you a question?” You asked.

“Mm, and what’s that?” He asked, reaching to smooth your hair behind your ear.

“Do you ever get lonely?”

“Well, I think that depends,” He answered. “You know my life is surrounded by people.” He said, turning his head to look at you. “You haven’t seen what my day-to-day life is like yet–but I can tell you, behind all the–” he swished his hand in the air, searching for the word. “Chaos and craziness,” he continued, “I don’t have many people that I can talk to like this.” He reached down to take your hand again. “These last few years have been amazing for me, I won’t lie one bit. But at the same time, sometimes I wish I could be able to walk down the street without being trampled by strangers.” You couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Aw well, they’re fans. They adore you,” You said. He grinned, flashing a white smile. “They certainly do. Remember when I said that you treat me like I’m normal?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he questioned you. You nodded.

“As long as you continue doing that, I’ll be happy.”

***

“You’re yawning,” You said with a soft chuckle, turning your head up from where you lay on his chest, catching him with his mouth pulled all the way open, his features scrunched.

“I’m not tired,” he said, stretching, the yawn very evident in his voice.

You grinned, sitting up. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I just don’t wanna go home,” He said, joining you.

“We will figure out how to see each other more often, Elvis.”

“I’m counting on it, Cheeks. You’re stuck with me, Darlin’.” Your body bloomed with butterflies when he called you that. You turned to him, quietly taking the time to gaze at him, taking in the beauty of his features. “What?” He asked after a while. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I just can’t help but wonder if I’m the luckiest girl in the world tonight.” And you meant it.

“No, I think that’s me. I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” Elvis said with a wink. He rose from the blanket, turning to extend his hand for you to take. “Lemme get you home before your uncle chases after me with a shotgun.” You took his hand and joined him to clean up the evidence from the midnight picnic. You walked the short distance to the car, swept up in bliss. It was a struggle to remove the silly smile from your face. So much so that after a while, you stopped fighting to hide it. You had learned so much about Elvis tonight and you never wanted the night to end. You selfishly wanted him to yourself every waking minute of the day. You knew that he would soon consume every waking thought. You’d walk around the bookstore wondering where Elvis was, who he was talking to, if he was thinking of you, etc. In truth, you’d never had the opportunity to fall for someone–and you couldn’t help but think that you may for Elvis.

The drive back home was quiet, but in the best way. You didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with words and neither did he. As the street signs became familiar, so did the sadness of you having to say goodnight to Elvis, unsure of where and when you’d see him again. He reached over to take your hand as he drove, his thumb stroking the softness of your skin.

“I can feel you gettin’ sad,” He said, glancing to you from over the steering wheel. You didn’t look over at him for fear of embarrassment. “Don’t be sad, Cheeks. Look at me,” he instructed. You turned to him, a tear threatening to slip from your eyes. You forced it back, feeling immature for being so upset.

“I’m scared that this is just one night–that I won’t see you again. And that’s okay, I just–” You spoke, stopping when Elvis cut you off.

“I will always find you. I will always come back. I promise.” He looked at you with concern in his expression. He meant what he said. “I wouldn’t lie to you.” You believed him, despite anything and everything you knew about fame. Sure, you weren’t famous, but you knew the stories. How a young star burst into the scene, be it Hollywood or musical stardom, and eventually abandoned their humility, including friends and sometimes even family.

“Pinky promise?” You asked with a small grin, sticking up your pinky in the air. You watched as he tied his pinky into yours, squeezing firmly.

“Pinky promise, Cheeks.”

You continued to rest your head against the window as he drove closer and closer to your neighborhood. You realized after some time that he was humming soft hymn tunes as he tapped his thumb against the steering wheel. You looked over at his fingertips, watching them drum as he took the wheel. Something about it was comforting, sitting there just listening to him humming within his own little world. He sensed you were looking at him and turned his head to you, offering you a warm smile. His hand reached for your thigh, squeezing it familiarly before returning his hands to the wheel.

You couldn’t help the disappointment that sank your mood as Elvis’s headlights approached your driveway. “I’ll turn my lights off so I don’t wake up your family.” You watched him switch off the headlights of the Cadillac, driving slowly, parking back in the driveway of the vacant house across the street. The engine cut off, leaving nothing but the roar of crickets and the sway of the wind against the trees outside. Both of you didn’t want to say goodbye and it was evident in the way that you turned to each other, silent in one another’s presence for an extended moment.

“You have work in the morning, Darlin.” You sighed heavily in response.

“Don’t remind me,” You said, looking down at your wrist watch to check the time. Well past two A. M. You didn’t care, even though you knew that you’d definitely feel exhausted at work. His lip curled upward as he laughed, an image that you knew would replay in your head for days to come. When you both had gained the courage to end the night, Elvis rose from his seat, walking around the vehicle to open your door for you. He stood tall above you, his eyes never leaving you.

“Go on, Cheeks.” He said sweetly, closing the car door.

“Goodnight, Elvis.” You said with a gentle smile before stepping away from him.

“Hey, hey,” he said, catching and pulling you back by your arm. “I want you to take this,” He said, handing you a pale blue cotton handkerchief. In the corner, you noticed a gold embroidered ‘E.P.’ You pinched the fabric between your fingers, feeling the texture of the initials. “I’m going to be gone for the next month.” He dropped the bomb on you.

“What?” You blurted, your eyes darting upward to meet his. You watched his expression fall into disappointment.

“I didn’t want to ruin the evening by telling you.” He said the words softly. You could see the regret of having to tell you all over his face; he wore his emotions honestly, unable to disguise them.

“You’re gonna be gone for an entire month?” You repeated, this time the words leaving your mouth instead of his. He nodded slowly before answering.

“Yes. Gonna be filming the next movie–Jailhouse Rock. MGM wants me there by the seventh of May.” He spoke softly, dancing lightly around the upsetting news. “I’ll be in California. Beverly Hills.”

“Oh,” was all you could say in response to him. “Wow. Okay. Well, I hope it goes well.” The words fell from your mouth as if they were automated. You avoided eye contact with him.

“Hey, don’t be like that,” He said, tilting your head upward with the knuckle of his pointer finger. “It’s not forever. I’ll be back bothering you before you know it,” He added. You offered him a thin smile. He bent to kiss you softly on the top of your head.

“I don’t want you to be sad. I don’t want to see you cryin’, either.” He forced you to look at him. “We’ve just gotten started.” You nodded dejectedly. “Smile for me, Cheeks. Please.” He pleaded expectantly. You reset your stance, offering him the best smile you could offer, though you only felt sadness in your heart. Though you knew it wasn’t very long at all, a month felt like forever, especially after such an amazing night with him. “I’ll still call you. I’ll send you letters. Pinky promise,” He said with a warm smile, holding up his pinky in front of him for you to take. You looked at it for a moment before grinning and taking it and squeezing it with your pinky.

“Pinky promise. And I’m holding you to it. You can’t break pinky promises. They’re sacred. Kiss your thumb to seal it, Presley.”

You watched as he grinned, leaning in to kiss his thumb as you did the same to yours. He dropped his hand from the exchange, lifting both hands to your cheeks, pulling your face in with his, his lips smushed with yours in a kiss of security and promise. “I promise, Y/n.” He said, still holding your face in his hands. “We have so much time.” He kissed you softly on the forehead before placing his own against yours for a long moment.

“Go on before the sun rises. I’m terrible at saying goodbye,” Elvis said, dropping his hands.

“Don’t say that. It’s not goodbye. It’s only a ‘see you later’.” You chastised him with a soft smile, feeling rejuvenated from his touch.

“You’re exactly right. I’ll miss you, Cheeks,” He said, taking hold of your hand.

“You’ll be plenty busy, sir. Just don’t let the starlets kiss you too much. Save the last kiss for me, even if you have to send it in an envelope.”

“Bet on it, princess.”

You stepped away from him with your hand still in his, letting the increasing distance pull your last embrace apart because in truth, you were both far too stubborn to do it yourselves. Elvis watched you walk across the street. He sat against the hood of his car with his arms crossed across his chest, his feet crossed below him. You decided to not look back at him until you made it back to the window, pulling it open and carefully stepping inside of it, turning to watch him grinning at you, nodding goodbye. You watched through your curtains as he drove off, your heart sinking with the increasing distance.

You woke up still wearing the outfit from last night. You stripped off the clothing, smelling your armpits, weighing the options of showering despite how late you were already running. You decided to forego the shower, brushing and pinning your hair as best as you could make it look, checking yourself over in the mirror before heading out of your bedroom. Something caught your eye as you stepped over the heap of clothing on the floor. You turned to catch the edge of the handkerchief that Elvis had given you popping out of the pocket of your skirt. You bent to pick it up, folding it nicely, letting your fingers touch the fabric again, recollecting last night.

“Why do you look like that?” Evelyn said, stopping at your door, devouring a half-eaten banana.

“Like what?” You said, tucking the handkerchief into your handbag out of sight.

“Like if I were to pinch your cheeks and pull, they’d snap straight off of your face from how hard you’re smiling.” Her cheeks were full of the fruit, grinning from her wisecrack.

“Can’t a girl just be happy?” You asked, eyeing her with a raised eyebrow. You stepped out of your bedroom, closing the door. She shrugged a response, walking with you to the dining room table. Uncle Harold stood leaning up against the counter, drinking his last cup of coffee.

“Evelyn, can you go warm up the truck? We will be out there in five minutes. Do not mess with the gears. I’d like to speak with Y/n.” Evelyn eyed you suspiciously before panning back over to her father.

“Okay, daddy.” You felt a massive boulder form in your throat, guilt plowing through your body. Evelyn grabbed the car keys from the peg board and left.

“Young lady, sit down.” Uncle Harold demanded sternly. You wasted no time getting yourself into the seat, straightening your back with dignity. “You look awfully tired for going to bed so early.” You thought quickly.

“Yeah, I stayed up pretty late reading.” You forced yourself to look him in the eye. He took a final sip from his coffee before lowering himself into the chair directly opposite the table from you.

“Y/n. It’s not like you to lie to me. I know where you were.” You felt his eyes on you. You looked up at him. His expression was unreadable, leaving you feeling even worse in the moment.

“Y–you do?” You asked rhetorically.

“Do you take me as being dim-witted?”

“No sir, not at all. I–” he put his hand up to stop you from speaking.

“You are nineteen years old. You are no longer a child, which means that I cannot stop you.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat, nodding. “That doesn’t mean that you can lie to me and sneak out of my house at midnight.”

“Yes sir.” You said quietly, turning your gaze down.

“The Presley kid. I don’t trust him yet.” He clasped his hands together, resting them on the table as he spoke. “But he makes you happy. I haven’t seen you smile like this in a long time.” He pulled a nervous hand to the nape of his neck. “And uh, well. I was young once, too.” You thought you saw blush creeping up his cheeks. Silence drifted between the two of you. “Tread lightly, baby. Men like that will break your heart, even if they don’t mean to. Fame does things to people.”

“He’s not like that, Uncle Harold.” You defended Elvis. Uncle Harold nodded.

“Don’t blame your old man for being protective. No one hurts my baby and gets away with it. Not even Elvis Presley.” He stood up, putting his coffee cup in the sink, before walking around the table, bending to kiss you on the top of your head. “Please think before you act. You are intelligent and beautiful and I trust you. You don’t have to ask me to date him, but I want you to be honest with me instead of sneaking around. You weren’t raised like that. Your mother and father would have wanted me to watch over you.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, tilting your head into him as he bent to kiss you.

“I love you, sweetheart. You have my blessing.” You breathed a deep sigh of relief, grateful for the impromptu conversation to have gone as well as it did. You rose from the table, pushing in your chair and followed your uncle to the truck, remaining quiet for the entirety of the drive to the bookstore.

End of Part 6.

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frozenhuntress67 · 1 year

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Piano Bar *Austin Butler x Plus Size!Reader

TW: There is a little self-body shaming I suppose. I'm plus sized and often think of myself in these scenarios

Imagine being a cast member on SNL and getting Austin to go out for drinks with some of you only to admit the feels the two of you have been catching for one another after a few drinks and a song

I was chatting away after rehearsals with Cecily and Lizzo when the topic came up. We usually went out for drinks at least once after rehearsals and they had been goading me to invite our host for the week.

"He has been making eyes at you all week! Go ask him to go out with us!" Cecily urged.

"You're crazy both of you, what would a guy as sweet, funny, and handsome as him want with someone like me?" I asked my eyes meeting the floor.

"Hey, hey none of that. I see a beautiful, funny, sweet girl who is worth way more than she thinks she is." Lizzo chimed in. "Now put on your grown-up girl pants and ask that gorgeous boy out for drinks!"

"Okay, okay! I'm going!" I said with a laugh and made my way towards the host's dressing room. I took a moment for myself before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door. He opened it rather quickly popping his head out.

"Hey, (y/n) right?" He asked.

"That's me, some of us are going out for drinks tonight and wondered if you'd like to come with? Someone's setting up a shuttle bus and should be here in about a half an hour? Unless you're tired from rehearsal which I totally understand." I replied trying not to ramble and getting totally flustered along the way.

"No, no, I'm not too tired I'd love to join you guys. Drinks sound great." He said.

"Great! That's great like I said we'll all be meeting in the lobby in about half an hour. See you there." I replied before walking away and letting out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in and returned to where Lizzo and Cecily were waiting.

"So?" They asked in unison.

"He said yes, I swear that might have been cringier than my first round of auditions."

"Perfect, and I have just the thing for you to wear. I found it and thought of you, my friend." Cecily said handing me a bag. Inside was the most beautiful vintage dress.

"Cecily, I can't accept this it's too much."

"You can wear it for me as a going away present, you've got to hold down the fort here for me, you're a gifted actress and a great friend. You're going to great things (y/n). But first I want you to allow yourself to be happy." She said shaking the bag in my direction once more. I took it and went into one of the bathrooms.

I put on the dress and paired it with a red leather jacket and red boots. Was I crazy wearing something like this in December? Maybe but I couldn't care. When I stepped out to face them again, they cheered.

"You're hot girl!" Lizzo said and I couldn't help but blush. "You should come work for me as a model for Yitty."

"Stop it, we need to get downstairs." I spoke. The two nodded and we made our way down to the lobby of Rockefeller Center. I still wanted to freeze a little when my eyes met Austin's but when I truly saw the way he was looking at me I couldn't help the smile that graced my face. "Hello again." I said to him. I told myself tonight I wasn't going to let my own shitty self-esteem hold me back.

"Hi, you uh, you look great." He replied and I was so glad for the cold that flushed my cheeks to hide the blush he caused.

"Thanks, you uh, clean up pretty well too." The horn of the shuttle bus interrupted the moment. "Shall we?" I asked leading the way to the bus. When we got off, I groaned seeing the bar the girls picked. "You guys didn't tell me we were coming here."

"What's wrong with this place?" Austin asked me.

"It's a piano bar and I am a frequent performer on my nights off from the show." I admitted.

"You brought me here when I hosted, it should be a rite of passage." Lizzo intercepted. "And besides it's not as though you can't sing (y/n)."

"You sing?" Austin asked.

"Not professionally and I certainly won't be playing any famous musicians anytime soon but yes I dabble." I joked. "Maybe you'll get to see after a drink or two." Even without liquid courage I found myself flirting. Perhaps it was the way he looked at me in the lobby that gave 0me the boost of self-confidence I needed. We all settled in and after a few drinks Sal the owner finally asked the question.

"So (y/n), what'll be tonight?" He asked. The question had run through my mind since we arrived. It was silent for a moment until my fellow cast members began to chant my name.

"(y/n), (y/n), (y/n) ..."They chanted and then I looked at Austin who just nodded and with that one look I knew exactly what I was singing and for whom it was. My feelings that I'd shoved down all week finally decided to come to the surface. I looked at. Sal.

"Fever by Peggy Lee." I said and made my way up to the microphone after a quick shot and the removal of my leather jacket. He made his way over to the piano and let the band know my selection. I snapped my fingers along to the sound of the bass.

Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear

You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever In the mornin' A fever all through the night

Sun lights up the day time Moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name And you know I'm gonna treat you right

You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever in the mornin' A fever all through the night

Everybody's got the fever That is somethin' you all know Fever isn't such a new thing Fever started long ago

Romeo loved Juliet Juliet, she felt the same When he put his arms around her He said, "Julie baby, you're my flame"

Thou givest fever When we kisseth Fever with thy flaming youth Fever I'm on fire Fever yeah, I burn forsooth

Captain Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him She said, "Daddy, oh, don't you dare"

He gives me fever With his kisses Fever when he holds me tight Fever I'm his missus And daddy, won't you treat him right?

Now you've listened to my story Here's the point that I have made Chicks were born to give you fever Be it fahrenheit or centigrade

They give you fever When we kiss them Fever, if you live you learn Fever 'Til you sizzle Oh, what a lovely way to burn Oh, what a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn And what a lovely way to burn

When it was over our cast mates started to trickle off catching cabs back to their respective homes.

"That was amazing!" He asked.

"Well, I don't think I would've had the courage to sing something like that if it weren't for the way you looked at me when we left. Everyone kept telling me you might like me but I thought they were wrong. But I think I've been feeling the same things this week too." I admitted.

"I'm really glad to hear that (y/n) Maybe after the shows over we could go on a real date?"

"I'd like that very much."I said. We sat there fro another hour before getting a cab and hsaring it until he got back to his hotel. We exchanged numbers before he left.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked.

"You can count on that." I replied. He began climbing out of the cab and walking towards his hotel. The cabbie started to drive off but quickly stopped when he saw Austin running back. "What are you doing?" I asked with a giggle.

"I forgot to give you something." He said before taking my face in his hands and kissing me. "Now I'll be going. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." I said shutting the door and letting the cabbie resume his drive. I'msure he kept the meter running but I couldn't care less.

What a lovely way to burn indeed.

(is it cheesy? Yes. Do I care? No. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did because I really want to right more for this gorgeous, gorgeous man. Bye! ;) )

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cowboylor · 2 years

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baby honey

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader (reader uses she/her pronouns)

wc: 1.4k

warnings: smut, pwp, slight dom/sub dynamics but nothing extreme, oral (female receiving), teasing, manhandling, bad dirty talk, allusions to breeding kink, established relationship, no use of y/n, reader was written as plus size but really you can interpret however you please, austin calling reader honey is pure self-indulgence sorry

“Did you miss me?”

The question goes unanswered as you struggle to unbutton his shirt, cursing under your breath when the third button down refuses to cooperate with your shaking fingertips. Austin can’t help but grin at your blatant urgency to get him out of his clothes and through your bedroom door.

When you finally get to the last button, you feel his hands reaching to cup your face, forcing you to look away from the task at hand. You feel warm all over when you take a moment to look into his eyes. And God, they’re so blue. Were they always this blue?

“Honey,” He speaks in a low-tone, in an endearing way that shoots right to your lower belly. “I asked, did you miss me?”

His stare, if you didn’t know better, almost looked intimidating. Austin peered down at you expectantly with those damn eyes. His hands were still holding you upright, warming your cheeks.

You nod, dumbly. “Of course, I did! Hence the ripping-off-your-clothes.”

Austin chuckles, removing his hands to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. He leans towards the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss there before murmuring, “I missed you too.”

Humming into the embrace, you relax your hands from the material of his button-down. He was home. You truly couldn’t believe it. He was finally all yours again.

“And when I saw you in this little number,” He tugs on the fabric of your sundress that tightened around your waist, before leaning over to whisper in your ear: “I wanted to bend you over and fuck you right there. Even with everyone watching.”

You’re too far gone to be embarrassed at his choice words. Whining, you inch your body closer to him until you were flushed against his chest. “Please, baby, take me to bed.”

He doesn’t waste anymore time, crouching down to throw you over his shoulder, to which you protested in a shrieking manner.

(You were slightly indifferent to the ways he would toss you in the bedroom. You were also slightly insecure about the idea that you would be too heavy for him to do so. Whenever he’d lift you off your feet and carry you to bed it made you stricken with fear. But when you mentioned this anxiety to Austin, he simply shook his head in disbelief: “You think I can’t manhandle my own girl?”)

When the back of your head hit the pillow, he was already bunching up the fabric of your sundress to your waist, gently pulling your legs apart before toying with the band of your panties. His breath wafted over you, making you tense at the subtle sensation, and moving to close your legs in hopes of the slightest friction. Austin didn’t give you the chance.

“But now,” He continued, prying your legs open, and propping one of your calves over his shoulder. “I think I want to taste you.”

You moan at the sight. Drinking in the way he gingerly presses a kiss to your calf, before trailing down your leg.

You couldn’t ever think clearly when he was between your thighs. Couldn’t formulate the sensual words your boyfriend probably wanted to hear when he was trailing gentle kisses up your inner thigh (over the bumps and all). All you can muster are high-pitched moans and shallow breaths in response to whatever you’re currently undergoing.

He hums at your breathy gasps, peering up at you through tufts of freefallen blonde hair. “You’re so pretty, honey.”

You scoff at his smug smile. “No teasing, Austin.”

“No?” He reaches your inner thigh. “Won’t even let me savor my meal?”

You desperately wish you could say something sexy back. Something that would make him shudder with the same intensity that he does to you. Maybe even something so witty and quick-witted that it would make him chuckle at your bratiness and then instantaneously flip you over on all fours to fuck your brains out. But, your body never allows you to do so when he’s so very close to your cunt.

You groan out. “Just… Need you.”

Dragging his fingertip up to your clit, you swear you’re going to collapse then and there. Austin pondered your honest words, humming as he circles your clit with the rough pad of his finger.

“Holy shit, please.”

“Yeah?” He pressed his lips against your slit in one swift motion. But he was gone again before you could properly cry out. “Need me so bad, honey?”

You nod, furiously, blindly reaching out to tug down roughly on his hair, guiding him back to you. “Can’t wait any longer. Need your mouth.”

Now, he may be a little shit sometimes, but he was always fair with you.

Before you could whine out and plead again, his tongue was lapping at your cunt. You just about shriek, instinctively moving away from the intense sensation, but before being able to do so, Austin wraps his arm around your left thigh, while keeping your right leg propped up over his shoulder.

A string of “holy shit” plays out as you grapple with the intensity of your built up need. You mewl at the sight of him wrapped over your thighs, reaching out to grab whatever you could (his sandy blonde strands fall victim to you).

“You’re sweet as honey, honey.”

His tongue is hot and wet against your cunt, as you arch your back and cry out as he nudges your clit with the tip of his nose. You make eye contact when his eyes peer up at you. There’s a glint of cockiness in his eye, knowing how quickly he can have you come undone with just his mouth.

Your heart is stuttering at the intensity of everything, and you can only throw your head back as Austin moans at the sight of you being unable to settle. He pulls away, briefly, leaving a string of saliva in his wake while he circles his thumb around your clit.

“That’s it, honey,” Austin groans out. “Gonna let me have it?”

“Yes!” Maybe that was rhetorical but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, baby. Need you to take all of it.”

He found it endearing, groaning into you at the sight of you dripping before him and the noises you made whenever he touched you in the slightest. You are so in tune for him, so bad for him it was unbelievable.

“Gonna let me fuck this sweet pussy after?” He continues to circle your clit, his pace grower harsher in the same way that he always amps up when you’re almost over the edge. You squirm, feeling your stomach coil tighter within every second. “Gonna let me fill you up good? Want me to fuck a baby into you? Would you like that, honey?”

And that’ll do it.

Austin didn’t stray away, dipping back down to return to his lapping motion, burying his face into your cunt. His right hand held your leg in place roughly, fingernails embedding into your skin to show that he was not keen on the possibility of letting you go any time soon.

You’re almost positive you feel every possible sensation at once. The coil inside you unravels so deeply, you’re not even sure if you’ll be able to come down from this one. You pull at his hair, almost yanking him away from your shaking thighs in an effort to come down from your high. For good measure, he presses another kiss to the inside of your calf before gently lowering your leg to rest on the comforter.

Austin crawls up the bed until he can cup your face and kiss your forehead, bringing you face to face with his glowy complexion. You spend a second regaining your breath, before burying yourself into his chest (which is only partially exposed due to the mishap of the third button).

“You kill me,” You say defeatedly, bringing your knees to your chest, testing out how sore and strained your inner thighs feel just from one act alone. He barks out a laugh, apologetically running hand over your stomach. “I’m running out of energy for you.”

He only hums at your words, pressing another kiss to your temple before muttering, “Take a moment, honey. Afterwards I want to unzip this dress and find out how flexible you are.”

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #fanfiction #*my writing

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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take my pressure to the moon, astronaut | austin x plussized!reader

summary: it's valentine's day and austin wants to treat you right, only for it to backfire due to the anxious thoughts in your head.

warnings: nsfw mdni p in v, mentions of body image issues, mentions of not wanting to eat, read at ur own discretion 🙏🏼 probably missing some warnings idk

wc: 2.2k

a/n: i had nothing planned for today but alas. had a breakdown last night, got an idea at midnight and stayed up till 3 am just to finish this in one sitting. i told myself how i wished there were more plus sized!reader fics that weren't just smut and here i go writing more smut. but it's valentine's day! please be mindful of the tags. stay safe and happy valentine's day my friends <3 title is from 1/6 by sunmi 💗

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you always hated valentine's day. but it was different this year considering you were with austin now.

previous years, you'd find yourself in the clearance isles the day after, stocking up on your favorite snacks and then have your own late celebration. however, you'd never admit that to austin. you'll still be checking out that clearance isle though.

you didn't think you'd actually get to spend the day with him considering his busy schedule. he'd specifically asked for the day off just to treat you today. you were pleasantly surprised when you woke up to breakfast in bed, made by austin. it was nothing fancy. the tray had a plate of waffles, fruit, toast, eggs and of course, your beloved iced coffee that had mostly milk and creamer in it because you hated the taste of coffee. it's the little things that austin remembers and it's one of the main reasons he won you over.

he set the tray next to you, smiling proudly. "just call me gordon ramsay!"

you looked at the tray, a surpised expression on your face. "oh, austin! this is so-"

"but wait, there's more! hold on." austin left to the room only to return shortly, a small bouquet of roses in hand. "happy valentine's day, baby." he handed you the roses and placed a kiss on your cheek before sitting next to you, moving the tray to your lap.

oh, you could have just cried right then and there. "i didn't even get to do anything for you." you frowned.

"don't worry about it, trust me." he chuckled. he took a piece of fruit from your bowl, "now eat! i have a fun day planned for us." he said, feeding it to you.

after breakfast, you washed up and sat down at your vanity to do your make up. austin joined you in the bedroom, propping himself up on the bed and scrolling through his phone as he waited patiently for you to finish.

"what do you have planned? should i be scared?" you joked, working on your eyes.

he looked over at you, "scared? maybe a little." you widened your eyes, snapping your neck at him. "i'm just kidding! don't worry about it. 'm gonna take you to go buy a new dress for dinner tonight, then i was thinking we could....."austin continued to list off your plans for the day, but all you could do was focus on him mentioning dinner. knowing him, he most likely booked a table for the two of you at a restaurant. a public restaurant.

"...ashley told me about this amazing place in beverly hills......" you weren't even paying attention anymore. the thing is, your weight never really bothered you. it didn't bother austin either, he loved you no matter what size you were. but for some reason, you suddenly felt self conscious at the idea of eating at a public restaurant where you could easily be photographed mid bite, just to end up on the cover of some headline about someone at your weight dating austin butler.

crazy enough, you'd never eaten in public with austin. no fancy dinner or lunch dates, maybe an occasional date at a cafe, but you'd usually just get a drink and nothing else. you refused to eat in public, it was a genuine fear that you had.

"you still with me?"

you looked at him through the mirror, going back to applying your eyeliner. "yeah, sorry."

dress shopping was rough on you, especially knowing someone could easily photograph you trying on unflattering dresses and dresses that were a bit too small on you. you'd gone through five dresses already and you ended up hating them all, it was frustrating. you wished he didn't have plans on taking you out to dinner tonight cause it definitely would have made shopping a little easier.

"austin, i don't like any of these." you said through the dressing room door. "and the last one you gave me didn't even fit, it's embarrassing."

"hold on, i'm still lookin'" he went through another rack, lips perking up at a red dress that was just your size, perfect for valentine's day. "try this one on." he tossed it over the door and stood by the wall, waiting for you to come out.

the dress did fit and you were surpised at how good it looked on you, smiling softly at your appearance in the mirror. you walked out of the stall, showing it off to austin. "what do you think?"

"oh baby," he whistled and motioned for you to turn around, giving him a show. "i'd have you right here in this store if i could." your cheeks warmed up at his words, feeling your self esteem get a nice boost. "you're buyin' that one. can't wait to show you off tonight."

those words kept lingering in your brain, how he was going to show you off. it scared you slightly. you had no issue being photographed with austin, although annoying at times cause y'know...privacy. but why were you suddenly so bothered by it? you refused to bring it up to austin. you know he worked hard to get these reservations and you didn't want to ruin his plans for you.

on the way to the restaurant, you felt yourself get even more nervous, anxiety bubbling up in your chest. you really didn't want to do this. austin would understand completely, but maybe you'll push through just for him.

unfortunately, you were seated directly across from a window, perfect for someone to snap photos of the two of you. the restaurant was also filled, which didn't help at all. "i told 'em to put us in the corner." he sighed, looking over at the window. "i think we'll be alright though."

he'll be alright, but you? who knows. you just smiled and nodded, looking down at the menu and looking for something not messy, something that wouldn't have people questioning your eating habits the next day.

everything on the menu worried you, there was no safe option and you were definitely going to be laughed at on social media no matter what you ordered. you gave up and went with a pasta.

you weren't giving much to the conversation, just nodding along and taking sips from your wine. austin could tell something was off and you knew. "you alright?" before you could answer, the food was brought out and you looked down at it, questioning whether or not you should eat it or take it to go. "y/n?" he knew the moment you looked up at him.

you really tried not to cry or even tear up, it was all just frustrating for you. you wanted to eat the pasta in front of you, but your brain wouldn't stop giving you all these scenarios of what people would think of you.

austin pushed plate over to your side and stood up. "scoot over."

"what are you doing?" you asked, looking up at him.

"just-" he gestured with his hands for you to move. you moved your plate to the side along with your body as he sat beside you, shielding you away from the people there. it was a little awkward having you two sit on the same side, but it was kind of sweet. "will you eat a little bit? just for me?"

you looked at him then back down at your food, picking up the fork and taking a bite from it, covering your mouth with your hand anytime you chewed just out of habit. you could tell it made austin slightly sad, but he was just happy to see you eat.

he decided against dessert which made you feel slightly bad. "are you sure you don't want dessert?" you frowned.

he placed a hand on your lap. "i have something at home."

you only ate half of your food, too anxious to eat but well enough to eat enough to make austin happy. you'll eat the rest for breakfast tomorrow, anyway.

his hand didn't leave your thigh on the whole ride home, occasionally squeezing it and caressing your soft, delicate skin.

"i'm sorry." you muttered.

"for what?"

you looked down at your lap, watching how austin's hand gripped at your thigh. "ruining dinner."

"you didn't ruin dinner." he sighed. "i'm just happy you ate. i'm proud of you, baby."

you gave him a warm smile, but there was still that slight feeling of dread for ruining dinner.

the moment you got home, you put your leftovers in the fridge. as you turned around, you were met with austin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as his arms darted up and down your body. "austin i-"

"don't." he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "i wish you could see yourself the way i see you."

"oh, austin...." you rolled your eyes.

"listen to me." he moved his arms to cup your face, "you're gorgeous. you're the most beautiful human being i've ever laid eyes on. you have no idea how bad i wanted to rip that dress off of you and take you right there in front of everyone to see."

your cheeks got hot, a familiar sense of warmth running through your body.

"gonna fuck all of those nasty, little thoughts out of that head of yours. i promise you." he growled, crashing his lips onto yours. he caught you off guard, stumbling and having your back meet the fridge. your hands cupped at his jaw, letting his tongue slip through your mouth. his hands traveled all over your body, stopping at your breasts as he squeezed them through your dress. "love your tits so much." he muttered in between kisses.

you felt him hard against your thigh, only making you crave him even more. "fuck, austin-" you gasped.

you moved your hand to give him some pressure, only for him to slap your wrist away. "don't worry about me baby, let's focus on you." he pulled away from you slightly to bend down and hook his hands under your thick thighs. you let out a slight yelp as he lifted you up and brought you to the other side of the kitchen, slamming your back against the wall as he continued to explore your mouth, tasting the sweet, wine still on your lips from dinner.

you tried to pull yourself down, pulling away from his lips. "i'm too-"

"shut up." he met your lips again, coaxing you out of your thoughts once again. he began hiking up your dress to just above your dripping, wet cunt, tsking at the lack of underwear. he pulled the zip down of his dress pants, pulling himself out of his underwear and finally freeing his hard cock, glistening with precum as he wrapped his hand around himself, moving his fist up and down a few times. "see what you to do me? fuck."

you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as your arms went to neck. "oh my god, fuck me. please." you begged.

he wasted no time and eagerly inserted himself into you, throwing his head back at the warm, right feeling around him. "feelin' so good around my cock, baby. keep those legs around me." he slammed in and out of you, watching as your breasts bounced along with his thrusts, the straps of your dress slipping with every move of his hips. "love this body of yours baby, takes me so fucking well. can never stop thinkin' about you."

there was something about knowing how you made austin feel, all of your insecurities from before suddenly feeling pointless. you wanted to appreciate your body more, after all, austin loved it therefore you should love it too. you were always so amazed at how much he loved your body, how he explored every part of it during sex, squeezing and kissing in all the right places. and now being fucked against the wall, his strong arms holding you tightly against it as he groaned into your neck, praises leaving his mouth left and right, you couldn't have asked for anyone better.

"oh my god, austin. austin, austin, austin." you moaned, throwing your head back as he hit your sweet spot.

"yeah, say my name baby." he slammed a hand against the wall as he moved his hips faster, nipping and kissing at your neck. "god, you were made just for me."

the sounds coming from the both of you were pornograpic, the sounds of your moans and juices filling the entire kitchen. you felt yourself getting closer, your orgasm bubbling inside you quickly. he knows it as he feels you flutter around his cock, earning a grunt from him as his own climax was approaching. "oh my pretty baby, love you so fuckin' much."

"aus, i'm gonna-" you whimpered.

"me too, c'mon. gonna fill you right up." his thrusts began to stutter, slowing down as his orgasm hit, moaning as he felt your walls clench right around him. "that's right, so perfect for me, good lord." he panted.

he kissed you again, pulling away and touching your forehead with his as the two of you caught your breaths. "marry me." he said breathlessly.

your eyes widened. "what?"

he let out a breathy laugh. "you heard me."

you didn't know what to say. there was so much to take in. he still had you pinned up against the wall, his cock was still inside you and he just came inside of you, now suddenly you're being proposed to. you let out a laugh, "i can't believe you just proposed to me with your dick still inside of me."

"still waiting for that answer."

you hummed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "let's do it."

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#austin x reader #the gif makes me giggle

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lasisgood · 2 years

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I've been reading the elvis fanfic

I need more plus sized reader x austin butler elvis

Less self conscious reader about their weight

More elvis thirsting after plus sized reader

#elvis 2022 #x reader

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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I know you aren’t taking requests again until March 12th, but I just wanted to ask early LOL!! Do you think you could write something about pregnant!reader and Austin being away for filming during her first trimester and when he comes back he notices her baby bump has developed and he goes feral (more breeding kink😸😸)

pop goes the bump

summary: your boyfriend- your eventual husband, truth be told, and you decide it's a good time to get pregnant before he goes off on location for filming. austin- gets a little surprise when he comes home. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x plus sized female reader word count: 1894 warning: oral ( f receiving ). talk of pregnancy. talk of a breeding kink. pregnant reader. implied p in v sex ( future ). hiding something from a partner, technically. author’s note: first off anon, thank you for this request even though it was during the gala and honestly, let me tell you the way you were like I KNOW IT'S NOT MARCH 12TH BUT I'M DOING IT EARLY to this day makes me giggle. second, you know how to dangle a prompt and say this is irresistable isn't it? austin butler breeding kink- one of my weaknesses. honestly breeding kink in general is but you know there's a reason i can pump breeding kink fics out really quickly for anyone. i hope you're okay with this being a plus sized reader, i can rewrite this fairly easily without it being that but- i said the words big girl in the beginning and, my brain just ran away with it. also i'm aware the first trimester ends at twelve weeks but as i did plus size i adjusted our timeline just a bit for this knowing fully well my own bump with my daughter didn't pop until about sixteen to twenty weeks. in addition not apologizing for the title being a play on pop goes the weasel.

The thing about your life with Austin is that you've gotten used to planning things around projects. You've been thoroughly thankful that since Elvis there hasn't been anything that ends in staying away in a different country for three years with a severe lack of communication. Only the typical several months of a filming schedule and award seasons that drag on but have an end goal in sight. Those are the sorts of things you can plan around, they are the things you thrive planning around. It's why after the Oscars you can't help but propose an idea to Austin.

"You want to try for a baby?" You ask simply with your head on his chest watching the sun slide slowly down the horizon, bathing you both in a warm glow. If you were a less perceptive woman you wouldn't have noticed how Austin's grip on your waist tightened and how he moved just enough to splay his hand on your stomach.

"I start filming for that movie in a few months," he murmurs against the shell of your ear, "you okay with that?"

Okay with being left alone while pregnant if it sticks before he leaves is what he means. However, at the same time it's also clarifying that you're okay with remembering he'll still be busy and may leave you alone to deal with your changing body. Your answer is a shrug as you turn to give him a kiss.

"As long as I'm not alone the whole time, I don't care. I'm a big girl, Austin."

The smirk that crosses his face as he shifts your positions is downright evil before he starts to kiss you. "Oh, I know just how much of a big girl you are, babe."

And so you try and try and try those four months before he leaves for filming and while it was discouraging to see your period come the first three months, you wait for your period to come that fourth month only to see nothing. Austin had to leave a week before and you couldn't help but call him the moment you confirmed it with the doctor. Yes, you could have told him when you had the positive test but you refused to get your hopes up until you could show him the little tiny speck of a baby on the sonogram photo. He talks about taking the weekend off to see you, to celebrate but you tell him that if he did that- he'd be gone longer on the backend of filming. He'd be gone longer when you're more pregnant than you are now so he's talked out of it, barely.

You never thought you'd be the sort of mom who watches all those little apps and tells their partner how big the baby is from week to week. It seemed silly to talk about babies being the size of blueberries and seeds and yet there was something so delightful, so touching about seeing the way Austin's face would light up at the knowledge of how your baby was growing and how he swears he sees your body changing. You have a bit of weight around the middle so you're pretty sure he's lying even if you can feel parts of your stomach hardening from the baby- from your uterus growing. Still, you show him your stomach every single week to document how it looks until one morning when you're sixteen weeks and you realize you can actually see a difference. You can see your bump- it's barely there but it's there, the physical representation that you're carrying Austin's and your child. That the baby is growing strong and healthy and going through all those little fruit sized milestones. You should show him, you think, you should show him like you have every week and yet this- this you want to keep to yourself until he comes home. It doesn't stop Austin from noticing how you don't show him the bump.

"Something wrong?" He asks, his brows furrowing just a little. "Nothing's wrong with-"

"No!" You answer a little too quickly, "no Austin, I would have told you if there was something wrong with them, I just- I don't want to show you any more until there's something you can see. Until I pop, you know?"

"Babe, I like seeing you grow, I don't-" He starts before stopping once he sees your face, sees how you stubbornly aren't going to show him a video of your bump. "You know I'm gonna see it come next month, right? In person."

You smile at the thought, smile at the fact that he's finally coming home after five months away and it almost makes you want to show him the little swell that you can finally tell is a baby. "I do. And that's why I think you can be patient and wait. It'll be worth it."

The answer he gives you is just a fond eye roll before he acquiesces, holding up his hands and telling you more about his day and how he's getting tips from some of the people on set who are parents. You listen without a care in the world as you rub at your bump.

Your belly continues to grow over the weeks until it's fairly obvious you're pregnant and not just carrying extra weight around the middle. It's firm and you swear you've felt a flutter or two from inside. You should show him and he keeps asking, almost begging after your last call but you know it'll be worth it to see the look on his face when he finally can see you in all your glory. Almost as if he wants to get back at you, he doesn't tell you when his flight is coming in beyond the day, leaving you to guess what time of the day he'd arrive. Still, you find yourself wearing a light green sundress on that day, it flows enough to not constrict your growing belly while still accentuating it enough that you keep looking down and smiling at it.

His plane lands around noon and he finds himself pulling up to your shared house around lunchtime, his key easily opening the front door and despite his call out to you, you don't hear him, earbuds firmly in your ears as you make yourself lunch. It doesn't take him long to follow the sounds of your singing to the kitchen where he stops in his tracks. Nothing could have prepared him for what he sees when you turn to throw something in the trash.

There's something to be said about his visceral reaction to you being literally barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen but his mind doesn't care. His mind that reminds him you've made fun of that phrase so many times that if you knew it's the first thing he thought of you'd laugh. But- but here you were, your dress stretching over your bump- God, when had it gotten so big- making lunch without a care in the world. He did that to you, he's made your chest swell, barely being contained by the top of your dress. He did that to you, made your belly grow and swell and you still had more months to go- he knows from the books this isn't even when the most growing happens. If he had seen you before now, seen even the hint of this swell he's pretty sure his reaction wouldn't be as strong as it is. He's pretty sure his cock wouldn't be standing at such attention that it's painful. He wants to fuck you, he wants to bury himself in your cunt and touch your stomach and whisper how he's going to always keep you this way now that he's seen how gorgeous you look carrying his child, how you look like a goddess. How you look like Venus, curves and swollen breasts and a stomach holding his child.

It's as if he's possessed when he sees you, throwing down his bags and immediately falling to his knees in front of you. You're startled and open your mouth to speak only to have his hands move to cup your stomach through your dress. His lips plant kisses all over it, over and over with mumbles you can't make out beyond our baby, gorgeous, can't believe you hid this from me, gonna keep you like this forever. The grin that threatens to overtake your face grows even more as you feel his hands move to the hem of your dress. He groans when he looks at your underwear, sees the wet spot he's already caused before dragging them down your legs just enough for him to place a kiss on your cunt. It twitches under the attention and you can feel the smirk he gives you. Words fail you as you feel his tongue against your cunt, licking slowly at first before one of his hands moves to spread you open, the other hand resting firmly on your bump. Your hands claw at the counter, praying that they'll help you stay standing up even as you grind into Austin's face. His nose nuzzles at your clit while his tongue dips in and out in a poor imitation of his cock. He knows you like the back of his hand, knows what gets you to come faster than any partner you've ever had but he isn't using it to his advantage this time. He's taking his time giving you leisurely licks around your clit, in your cunt, everywhere. His fingers tease you, crooking just so but not deep enough unless you grind down on them. It's a torturous game he's playing, it's a torturous punishment you've earned for not telling him but Austin is nothing if not kind. He's nothing if not kind as soon as he hears your whimpers and moans and feels one of your hands move to his hair, tangling within the strands and as he feels the other rest on top of his own against your bump.

Your orgasm comes quickly once he starts to attack your cunt with a vengeance, once his tongue runs across your clit, once his fingers crook and once he takes your hand and squeezes. You can't help the way you grind down as your oragasm overtakes you, wanting Austin to coax you through it, to lick you lightly through it as your legs shake and you lean against the counter for support. You hear a slurp that has you shuddering before Austin manages to pull himself out from under your dress, your release covering his lips and mouth as he grins up at you.

"Hi, mama."

You swear your heart skips in your chest as you look down at him and there it is again- that little flutter you swear you've been feeling. You exhale softly, and ruffle his hair. "Hi, daddy," you move to pull him up even as his hand never leaves your bump. "that was quite the hello. You like how I look?"

Austin lets out a shaky exhale before taking your hand and placing it in the front of his pants where his arousal is pushing against his sweatpants, "forget about lunch and I can show you how much."

The two of you order lunch about an hour later. You eat it an hour after that.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x plus size reader #ally writes

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 1 year

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Too Beautiful.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x plus sized reader

Requested: yes

Summary: it was hard being Elvis's girlfriend especially when all his exes were gorgeous and you're you. So you want to be just as beautiful and skinny you start eating less. Elvis takes notice and shows you just how beautiful he thinks you are.

Warning: eating disorder, insecurities, comparing, mentions of sex, and dirty talk.

A/n: I want to make something clear. You're all beautiful every one of y'all, and what true beauty is what's in your soul and heart. I'm sorry dear anon for the wait

You glare and frowned into the wall mirror pinching and prodding at your body, at your stomach. you can't help but think why you did have to have more of a stomach and bigger thighs, you didn't even know why Elvis was with you, he usually dated skinny girls like his ex-wife Priscilla and his old girlfriend Dixie. It was hard to not be jealous of Priscilla she was so beautiful and was Elvis's first true love, yeah she was your best friend but she had his child and she didn't need the lights off to feel like having sex.

'I need to make breakfast' you sighed and walked out the bathroom to wake up your beloved king.

You gently shake Elvis awake. He woke with a sleepy smile that caused your heart to skip a beat "Morin' beautiful." Unable to fight the smile that only he can make come, no matter the situation "Let's go down and I'll make you breakfast" you informed him and smooth out your dress, cheeks hot for the small 'yay' and 'I love yar cookin '.

"oh hush," you giggled "Now get dressed you horn dog" you gently slap the hand tailing up the skirt of your dress and send one playful look over your shoulder at Elvis as you head down the stairs.

The smell of the bacon and eggs waters your mouth but also makes you feel sick, at thought of eating this and getting bigger, you wanted to be skinny like Cilla. Maybe eating a smaller portion won't hurt.

"Smells amazin'." Elvis hums pleasingly "should make ya my wife" he smirks and his famous bedroom eyes stare at you and you barely held the schoolgirl-like giggle at his comment, You yelp when you felt Elvis smack your ass on his way to the dining table, with his glass of coke.

You finished cooking your and Elvis's breakfast and you headed into the dining room with plates both in your hand, Elvis sat in the first chair at the end of the table legs spread looking like a king in his castle. Elvis kissed your shoulder gently when you place his plate and smiled at you as you sat beside him with your plate "Let's eat." you announced and with that Elvis digs in without hesitation, happy hums, moans, and praise leaves him as he shakes his head in disbelief how good you're cooking was.

"it's so good-" Elvis open his once-closed eyes and paused as he noticed the portion of your plate "Darlin'? That's quite little. Don't ya think?" He pointed his fork at your plate as he talks, looking into your eyes "well I just don't feel good." you lied straight through your teeth and that was what you told him every day since. Elvis was getting tired over it.

He decided this was enough. "Baby..can I talk to ya?" he leaned against the bedroom door looking at you with determined eyes, he gonna make you talk because what Elvis wants, he gets. "Sure," you replied a shake in your voice, you knew you weren't winning this because of the look on his face.

"Why did you start eating less? It ain't good for ya" Elvis sat down on the bed while you fold his and your recently dried clean clothes. "W-well you see.." you trailed off trying to think of a lie. fuck you are never really good that coming up with a good explanation lie on the spot. Elvis gave you a knowing look "Don' you lie to daddy. You know what happens if ya do." He warned.

You flushed as suddenly the heat filled your body at his words and the memories of the punishments he would give you. you let out a defeated sigh "I'm just big! You date mostly such beautiful gorgeous skinny model women and I'm not that! Do you just pity me..?" your voice started strong but that didn't last long, during your rant, you throw the shirt that was in your hand and walking into the bathroom with Elvis hot on your tail.

"Baby.." Elvis watched you look into the mirror with disappointed eyes at what you see, he shakes his head if there's one thing he can't stand anyone-even you-think anything bad about his girl. He silently walks behind you and wrapped his arms around your pump stomach "Now, I won't have is ya saying that stuff, baby. I fell in love with your soul, your heart, and your personality, your body is a bonus. You have those wonderful hips!" He grabbed your hips to emphasize his point." these luscious hips that I can grip perfectly as I fuck you over the edge of the bed," 'fuck' you thought as you tried to hold a moan as Elvis sucked on your neck, his eyes still on you. "and these sexy breasts!" Elvis exclaimed running his hands to hold the mountains of flesh "Best damn pillows I ever had" you giggled as he places kisses on your neck and shoulder "oh and this tummy, perfect for bearin' my children" Elvis stops squeezing your breasts. "I love you because you're you, I love you no matter what anybody says. Do you understand?" Elvis asked, his eyes a sharp blue and a serious tone to his voice. "Yes," you answered confidently "Now why don't I show ya?" Elvis smirk.

'Oh boy,' you smiled as Elvis dragged you to bed.

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#elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #austin butler x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis smut #austin butler smut #x plus size reader

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powerofelvis · 2 years

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Always On My Mind, Pt. 3

Pairing: Elvis x Plus Sized!Reader, Austin!Elvis x Plus Sized!Reader

Word Count: 3411

Warning(s): Angst, Body Shaming, Use of the word ‘Pig,’ Fluff, The Trouble Scene (this is a warning all by itself because, yeah...Elvis went off)

A/N: It’s finally here, y’all! I really hope you all like this part because it was a lot of work. Also, there are two more parts after this one, so please let me know what you guys would want to see next. I really love getting feedback on my writings.

masterlist.

read parts one and two here.

A couple of days passed after the night you spent with Elvis. Elvis was busy performing on some television shows, but the recent show ‘Steve Allen’ had him dressed in an outfit that his mama, Gladys, called ‘the butler suit.’ They also had an actual hound dog come out with Elvis, which left a bad taste in your mouth. It seemed as if they were making fun of him and his mama seemed to have agreed with you. Elvis had made sure that he had continued calling you every night, sometimes he would talk about his manager–which you were starting not to like all as much, the fans who were locking him up in his room, and then he would end the call with sweet things such as how much he missed you. Nancy could sense that you were worried about Elvis, so she would sit with you on the nights that you were watching him perform on television. After the Steve Allen debacle, Elvis was finally back home in Memphis, and you were excited to see him. You walked up to Graceland, seeing fans outside with signs about ‘The New Elvis’.

Walking up the stairs leading to the mansion, you could hear Gladys yelling about someone getting a laugh at putting a hillbilly in a tailcoat. You walked inside, looking over at Vernon. He nodded at you with a sad smile, taking a bite out of his sandwich. Your feet felt like it was cemented in the floor because you stood near the door, watching Elvis sit up from the piano. “Goddamn Mama, it was either that or I get canceled.” He noticed you standing there, crossing the room swiftly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You chuckled, pulling away from him before turning to face Gladys. She was still fussing about the show. Elvis rolled his eyes, stepping away from you and following her into the dining room. After the kiss from Elvis, you felt lighter, so you moved over to the couch, where Grandma Dodger was sitting. She looked over at you—the smile meeting her eyes as she took you by the hand. “My little doll..” She spoke, squeezing your hand softly.

Since you’ve started visiting his family, you've stuck beside Gladys and Grandma Dodger the most. Grandma Dodger started calling you “Doll” because she told you that you resembled a porcelain doll, so pure and beautiful. You knew better than to tell her that you didn’t feel beautiful because they didn’t take kindly to you talking down to yourself. Since spending time with you, you didn’t really talk down about yourself, which Nancy had paid attention to. You were truly at home at Graceland, so much so that you were there during all of your free time when you weren’t working at the diner. Nancy would tease you about it—telling you that you might as well move into Graceland and become a homemaker. You would roll your eyes at her antics, telling her that whatever this thing that you and Elvis had wasn’t even official yet. That was what bothered you the most. You had given yourself to him, but there was no official title between you and Elvis. You were at Graceland because you had to talk to him about what was going on between the two of you. However, it seemed as if your question wouldn’t be answered for a while because Elvis had grabbed his coat and stomped out of the house before speeding away.

You stayed at Graceland for a couple more hours, ensuring Gladys was okay. You knew she hated arguing with her son because she would drown her sorrows in the nearest bottle of alcohol she would get her hands on. “Everything will work out, Gladys. Elvis is a big boy; he will do what is right.” You rubbed her back as she sobbed, her head on your shoulder. You sat there, holding her in your arms, until Vernon told her that it was time for you to get back home before it got too dark. You gave her a hug, repeating what you had told her earlier and that you would see her the next day. Vernon had Billy take you home that night since you gave up on seeing Elvis for the rest of the night. Once you got home, Nancy was standing on the phone talking to someone. “Oh! She just got in!” She put the phone out, mouthing that ‘it’s Elvis.’ You took the phone from her, placing your purse down on the couch. You took a deep breath before placing the receiver to your ear. “Hello?” You could hear that Elvis sounded happier than he did when you were at Graceland earlier. “Is everything okay, Elvis?” You asked him. “Hey baby, I’m sorry I stormed out earlier without saying anything to ya’.” You muttered that it was okay before sitting down on the couch. “No, it’s not okay, darlin’. I’m just stressed out, ‘is all. People are tellin’ me who to be, what to sing, and what I can and can’t do; it’s stressing me out.” He grumbled softly before laughing that laugh that melted you every time.

“But that’s not why I called mama. I called because I wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping with me tomorrow for the Children’s charity concert that I have to perform at tomorrow.” His voice sounded as if he was unsure that you would agree to go out with him. You chuckled at his nervousness, thinking about your schedule. Luckily for you, Bob had allowed you to take a few days off after the incident that you had at the diner a few days back. You were working the night shift, which you had done several times. Those times went without a hitch until tonight. A rowdy group of teenagers came in, causing a scene about wanting a table. Bob had you and Nancy work their tables because you were the only ones who were in. One of the guys looked over at you with disgust—muttering some words that you didn’t make out except the word ‘pig.’ You almost left your body with embarrassment until Nancy snapped on the teens in your stead. “Listen here, you little shits, that’s not how you talk to a woman who is looking over your food.” She scoffed, pulling you away from the table. Bob had witnessed the entire scene, asking the group of teens that unless they left, he would call the authorities.

After they left, all of them glaring in your direction, Bob allowed you and Nancy to go home. Bob pulled you aside before telling you that you should take a few days off until you could get your emotions back together. You didn’t tell Elvis about this incident for fear that he would hunt those kids down and make their lives a living hell. Snapping out of your thoughts and hearing Elvis call your name again, you sucked in a breath. “Okay, I’ll come with you.” Soon after, you got off the phone with Elvis. You suddenly felt nervous at the thought that you wouldn’t fit next to Elvis. Here is this man who has the world in the palm of his hand, and he’s wasting his time on a girl like you. You shook your head before heading off to bed, before you would get depressed again.

The following day, you awoke to Nancy shaking you. “You gotta get up, love! Elvis is coming soon to take you out.” She giggled as she left the room, winking at you. You laughed, throwing the sheets off your body as you walked into the bathroom for your shower. After the shower, you got dressed, checking over yourself in the mirror before hearing Nancy call for you. “Y/N! It’s Elvis!” You walked out of the room, seeing Elvis standing there with a huge smile that met his eyes. You almost melted at the sight of his icy blues staring back at you with a hint of playfulness. You told Nancy that you would be back later, grabbing your purse and jacket before following Elvis to his Purple Cadillac. You both talked about different things to pass the time as he drove down to the shopping strip downtown. You suddenly became nervous, looking around at the semi-packed strip. “Are you ready, baby?” He looked over at you with a look of concern once he saw your face. You smiled, nodding before getting out of his Cadillac. Elvis got out, coming over to grab your hand as he walked down the sidewalk. You noticed that people were starting to crowd around where he was walking, screaming bloody murder.

You were pushed into the crowd as people tried to get his autograph or touch him. This didn’t deter him, and he reached out to grab your hand again, running into a store. Part of you felt exhilarated—like you two were teenagers on a date and another part of you was angry because you were once again pushed to the side because people wanted his attention. Jealousy bubbled within you, but you shoved it down, forcing a smile on your face as you followed him. He looked back at you, smiling as he hugged you. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. I looked away for one minute, and you were gone.” He sighed. “It’s okay; I was lost in the crowd. They really love you, huh?” You chuckled, tilting your head up to look at him. He chuckled, shrugging before pulling you off to show you the suit he was wearing for tomorrow night's concert. You sat down in a chair, waiting for him to come out. “Are you done yet, silly?”

“I’m almost done; impatient much?” He teased, pulling back the curtain, walking up to where you could see him. Your jaw hit the floor, eyes taking him in. He was dressed in a black suit with a red tie to match. He looked drop-dead gorgeous, and you literally didn’t understand how someone could look as good as he did. “Earth to Y/N...You’re in there, baby?” He chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. You looked up at him, nodding. “Oh yes! You look handsome, Elvis!” You giggled, covering your face to hide your blush. He chuckled, walking back to get out of the suit and back into his regular attire. “I want you to get something for tomorrow. I want you to match with me, darlin’. I want everyone to know that you’re my girl.” He spoke, pulling you up into another hug. Your heart jumped in your throat, hearing him call you his. Even though you wanted to talk to him about what was happening, it seemed Elvis already knew what was happening. You mentally facepalmed—realizing that you were the only one who didn’t know what you meant to Elvis. Elvis had already given you a title; you just were too caught up in your own self-worthlessness to see it.

Elvis had taken you home not long ago, having to go meet with his manager to go over last-minute details for the concert. You had told him that you could go with him, but he insisted that he wanted you to get your beauty sleep. Nancy was sitting on your bed, brushing out your hair. “So are y’all official?” She looked over your head to see your reaction to her question. “He said he wanted everyone to know that I’m his girl, so I believe that we are.” You giggled as Nancy squealed behind you. “Okay, so we are going to doll you up tomorrow so Elvis can’t take his eyes off you!” Nancy continued brushing through your hair. “Well, I already have the outfit; he wants me to match with him tomorrow.” You turned around, pointing to the box that laid on the chair in front of your vanity. Nancy climbed out of bed, racing over to grab the box before placing it on the bed. Inside of the box was a black and white swing dress with little red hearts adorned in red lace. She gasped, covering her mouth as she looked over at you. “Girl, how in love is this man?” She picked up the dress, placed it on your person, and tilted her head as if she was thinking about something. “We are going to curl your hair and pin it up, put on some soft makeup, and you’re gonna wear my Mary Janes..” She placed the dress inside the box before pulling you out of the room to show you her shoes.

The next evening, you sat in Nancy’s room as she finished the last of your homework. You were going to get picked up by Gladys and Vernon in an hour or so. Elvis had called before meeting up with his manager, telling you he couldn’t wait to see you later. You said to him that he would do great and to make sure that he listened to his heart as she told him two days prior. “Alright, Y/N, you’re all dolled up.” Nancy chuckled, leaving you to finish getting ready. Vernon pulled into your driveway an hour later, beeping the horn to catch your attention. You told Nancy that you were leaving before grabbing your clutch. “You look beautiful, darlin’.” Gladys smiled as she grabbed your hand. You smiled, rubbing her hand as you looked out of the window. You all pulled into Russwood Park, seeing a huge crowd beginning to form. “Wow, all of this for Elvis?” You said, looking over at Gladys. She smiled, nodding her head as she took a look at the crowd as well. You knew that Gladys was proud of her son, she always told him that he was going to be big as he had the strength of two men inside of him. You never understood what that meant until Elvis explained that he once had a twin brother named Jesse.

Your door was opened and you looked up to see Scotty and Bill. You got out of the car, grabbing Gladys by the hand as you followed Scotty and Bill behind the stage where Elvis would perform later. You were looking around, wondering where Elvis could have been. As if they sensed that you were looking for Elvis, Scotty whispered in your ear. “He should be here soon, he’s coming with the Colonel.” At that moment, a police car entered the park, slowly driving over to where everyone was standing. The police that were escorting him exited the car before pulling the back door open. Elvis stepped out of the car in all of his glory, looking like he was a bit upset. It must’ve been that damn manager, you thought. At this time, it wasn’t a secret that you didn’t like Colonel Tom Parker, sometimes telling Gladys that you wished that Elvis had never met the man. However, you didn’t bring it up to Elvis because you knew that he had gratitude for him. He walked over to where you, Gladys, and Vernon were standing. He pulled Gladys into a hug, kissing her forehead. “Jesse is shining tonight, baby.” She smiled at him and he returned the smile, nodding his head. Vernon shook his hand, reminding him to play it smart. Elvis looked at you, pulling you into his arms. You hugged him, looking up at him. “Follow your heart, my love. I love you.” You whispered. He smiled, pressing his lips to yours, holding you tight against him. “You look beautiful tonight, darlin’. I love you.” He said, pressing another passionate kiss to your lips. He pulled away from you, grabbing his guitar, walking up the stairs.

The Colonel stopped him, reminding him about the new Elvis and to have fun. You glared at him, crossing your arms as you watched Elvis look back at you with a frown. You nodded your head, giving him the silent response that you had wished him luck. He continued up on stage and the police led you and his parents to their seats. You watched him as he walked the stage, his gaze bore intensely into the crowd of screaming fans. He grabbed the microphone, looking out in the crowd. “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis.” The crowd booed at this, causing him to chuckle. “And there’s the other guy..” Elvis lifted up his pinky, wiggling it as he started singing the chorus of Hound Dog. He chuckled again, his eyes seemingly finding yours. “‘Course, you must listen to the people you love..” He smiled at you, sending a wink your way. You melted into your chair, blushing as your heart sped up. “But in the end, you gotta listen to yourself..” He said, looking back at the crowd. “So I want you to know them New York people ain’t gone change me none! I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” The crowd cheered as he walked to place his guitar on the piano that was on the stage.

The music began as Elvis started to rock on his toes. You smiled, covering your mouth at him, going against his stupid manager. On the other hand, his parents were confused about what was happening.

If you're looking for trouble

You came to the right place

If you're looking for trouble

Just look right in my face

You looked over at his parents, who were still confused, but you knew exactly what he was about to do. You scooted to the end of your chair, curious as to what he had under his sleeve. Elvis rocked on his feet, continuing to sing the song.

I was born standing up

And talking back

My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack

Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery

Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me

Elvis started dancing around the stage, thrusting his hips towards the crowd. You knew that damned Colonel was going to blow his top, but you couldn’t have been more proud of Elvis. He was following his heart and that was enough for you. As he danced around the stage, Gladys grabbed your hand—catching your attention. “What is going on, darlin’?” She asked, pulling you close to her. You whispered in her ear, telling her that Elvis was following his heart and not letting his god-given talent go to waste. She nodded, pulling away. Although she understood, her face still held the look of uncertainty.

I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be

So don't mess around don't mess around don't mess around with me

The Colonel came over to where you sat with his parents, looking over your head to speak to his parents. “I think we should go ahead and head to the car.” He spoke as he walked away to try to stop Elvis from continuing with his performance. Gladys grabbed your hand, walking over to where the car was. At that moment, the crowd began to get out of control. Fans were rushing to get to the stage, pushing you and his parents in different directions. Eventually, you lost Gladys in the crowd. A police officer grabbed you by the arm, pulling you towards him. “Let me go!” You tried to pull away so that you could find Gladys and Vernon. His hand tightened around your arm, dragging you out of the crowd. “Get off of her!” You heard Elvis shout, pushing his way towards you. “Elvis!” You tried to run to him, but the officer had you in a Vice grip. Suddenly, more officers came and grabbed Elvis, dragging him off to another vehicle. “Y/N, get in the car! Mama, get Y/N and get in the car!” He yelled, before he was shoved into the police car.

Gladys had found you again, grabbing your hand as she pulled you away from the police officer. “Get in the car, Y/N.” She said as she looked back at Elvis, tears falling out of her eyes. Vernon had her by the arms, telling her that they were gonna be in trouble if they didn’t get into the car. You grabbed Gladys by the hand once she was in the car, not realizing that you were sobbing. You turned around, worried about Elvis as the car that you were in pulled out of the park.

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Meant to be

Austin Butler x plus size reader

Note: this is the winner of my latest poll results. And I am excited to write a plus size reader fanfic again. And in this fanfic the reader and Austin are madly internet in each other and find their way into a relationship. So I am excited for everyone to read this. And as always request are open and feel free to send me ask. Just for this fanfic Austin is single.

Warning: kissing and spelling mistakes. And posible mansion of insecurities.

Y/n pov

I am so happy to have a great friend like Austin. But I would be lying if I didn’t say I wish we were more then friends. I have a mad crush on him. And deep inside I hope he has feelings for me, because I want to be more then just friends. Austin has always been their when I need his presence, at times when I have felt insecure about myself he has always been their to make me feel comfortable with myself. When I look at him I just at moments what to kiss his lips, and tell him what I feel.

But I just don’t want to ruin this friendship if we do ever end up dating. So as much as I want a relationship with Austin. I can’t ruin the great friendship i have with him. So for the moment we will just be friends.

It is a sunny afternoon and i am sitting on my little porch outside of my apartment, and enjoying the sunshine. A few minutes later i hear the door into my apartment being nocked on. So I dictate to go and check who it was that came and visiting me. I started to open the door and to my surprise it was Austin coming to visit, I was happy to see him again after being a while since we last saw each other. So after inviting Austin into my apartment we go and sit outside on my little porch, we started to just chitchatting about different things.

Austin pov

I decided to visit mg good friend y/n today. I did miss hanging out with her after not seeing each other for a while. We are just chitchatting on her little porch that is connected to her apartment. I can’t help but feel lost in y/n eyes they are so beautiful. Yes I have a crush on my best friend, and i just want to make her my girlfriend. But i don’t want to ruin the relationship we already have. But my mind can’t help but wondering what if we are meant to be together in love. And what if she also has feelings for me? Like i feel about her.

I decided in this moment of time to go for it and tell my best friend y/n what I feel about her.

“Y/n their is something i have to tell you. And it has been on my mind for a few years now. I have feelings for you and i was wondering if you would consider to be my girlfriend?” Is what I told y/n just in the moment, but now waiting for what she could say I and worried.

“Austin I am so thankful that you told me about your feeling for me. And I have also been having feelings for you and yes I will be your girlfriend.” Y/n said and i am just so happy that she said yes. We both started to move closer to the point we’re kissing each other. And this is our first kiss as a couple.

Y/n pov

I am now officially dating my best friend Austin Butler. And we’re having our first kiss as a couple. And this moment just feels perfect. I may not look like a super model. But I do know that Austin Butler my official boyfriend loves me for me no matter how I look. And I am thankful that I found him and he found me.

Sorry to at this is a bit short to some people.

Thanks for reading.

🩷🖤😃👍🏻🌸

Grace

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butler-on-beale-street · 2 years

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Unforgettable | E!Austin Butler X Plus!Reader | Part 2

Warnings: Some talk of being plus sized, the insecurities that are involved. Mild alcohol consumption, fluff.

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: This is another slow burn chapter, but I promise you this story will be worth it. I am so glad you guys are enjoying it so far!

Have you read part 1?

Where’s the manual for what to do when the most famous and most beautiful man in America walks into your bookstore like a neighborhood regular?

“Wanna go shopping?” You asked, leaning against the office door as you watched Evelyn chew on a pen as she drew out totals.

“With what money?” She asked, pulling the pen from her mouth.

“Wanna go shopping?” Elvis said, appearing behind your shoulder with the very same grin you had plastered on your face.

“Does the devil lie, cheat and steal?” She said, backing up from her chair and standing up, smoothing down her blouse and skirt.

After re-checking all the locks and shutting off the lights, you left out of the back of the shop in hopes to be as inconspicuous as possible. “I parked around the corner,” Elvis said. You and Evelyn walked with him for about two blocks before you picked out Elvis’s vehicle–a jet black, sparkly cadillac, customized with the latest modifications.

“Way to stay under cover,” Evelyn snickered.

“Hey, I took the cheap one out today.” He looked at you both expectantly; his version of cheap was worlds away from yours. “Hop in,” He said, opening up the back door for you and Evey to get in. “Cheeks, sit up front with me.” You were almost half into the back seat before he urged you to sit with him up front. You weren’t going to argue.

He walked around the car, pulling open the passenger side door for you, waiting for you to get in before he shut it firmly.

He drove fast. For once, you felt exhilarated. You felt like you were doing something naughty and improper, but at the same time, you felt free and exclusive; like you were deserving of someone’s jealousy. Your mind swam with contradicting thoughts, but you ignored them and let Elvis parade the two of you around. You liked the attention from him. You’d also secretly wished that your cousin had called out sick to work so that you and Elvis would have been alone.

“Bullard’s boutique and lounge,” Elvis said as he arrived in front of the glass store front, placing the car in park. “What do you say I help you ladies pick out a pretty outfit or two? Find something extra special and we could throw that in, too.”

The moment you stepped out of the vehicle with him, you felt eyes. What seemed like a million of them.

“Elvis.”

“Elvis Presley.”

“Look, that’s him!”

“Who are they?”

You made no attempt to look at passersby. In fact, you made a straight beeline to the door as Elvis held it open for you. He nodded kindly at the people pausing from their day to gawk at him before he let the glass door swing shut behind him.

“Mr. Presley!” A manicured woman dressed in a chic, knee length black frock greeted Elvis as he entered. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” The woman was beautiful, with long blonde hair that was swept up in an immaculate updo. She stood up straight and held her hands clasped together as she looked you and Evelyn up and down with somewhat of a critical expression before returning her gaze to Elvis.

“My friends here,” he said, pulling his arms around yours and Evelyn’s shoulders. “We’re looking for some outfits to try on.”

“Mmhmm, well,” She said in a snooty fashion. “Let me see what I’ve got available.” She turned on a dime, walking back to the sales floor for a moment.

“She’s a ray of sunshine, that’s for sure,” Evelyn said far too loudly. You elbowed her in the side.

“She’s a real looker, that’s for sure,” Elvis answered, craning his neck to get a view of her backside.

Jealousy flowed through you as you watched him search for her. You had to stop yourself. It was just a one-in-a-million type of day and Elvis Presley was just having fun with two local girls. That simple.

“For you,” the sales clerk began as her heels clicked towards you. She looked at Evelyn. “We’ve got many options.” Evelyn was tall and slender, her proportions filled out within a body that any young man or woman her age would die for. You? Not so much. You weren’t as tall as she was, and you definitely weighed more than she did. Your entire adolescence was full of taunting and of being ostracized. In junior high, the boys on the varsity field hockey team insisted on calling you ‘Ducky’ because you had a waddle in your gait. Ever since then, you were consciously aware of your posture, always standing straight with your feet pointed in front of you almost in soldierly fashion. You had closed yourself off completely from ever feeling desirable; you made do with feeling appropriate. “And for you. There are less options that are-” she paused, “suitable for your figure.”

“Go through everything in this store if you have to,” Elvis insisted, stepping forward and clearing his throat. “I have all day. Otherwise I’ll take my business elsewhere.”

The woman straightened immediately, her expression morphing from one pompousness to another of embarrassment and self preservation. “Of course, right this way.”

Elvis offered you a kind smile with a wink as you took the lead further into the boutique. The woman’s words ate into you as you moved deeper into the store. Evelyn was unaware of your discomfort and practically pranced to the racks of clothing. You couldn’t blame her; she was beautiful and always had boys and grown men chasing her. You watched for years as she grew into her body, her breasts always bigger than yours, her ass nicely shaped. You never expressed your jealousy, because in reality it wasn’t her specifically that you were jealous of. It was womanhood in general.

She was the first to try on an outfit, opting for a bright green cashmere twinset with large gold buttons down the middle. It was definitely fashionable, but way too bright for your taste.

“Certainly…colorful,” Elvis said, sitting on a tufted stool with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knee. Evelyn walked into the changing room. You sat in awkward silence for a moment, unsure of what to say as a conversation starter. “So uh,” You said softly before clearing your throat. “Do you do this often?”

He adjusted in his seat, turning to you. “Do what?”

“Beg to work at bookstores when you’re certainly set for life and then take strangers on shopping sprees.”

“Mm, only when I’m bored and lonely,” He said with a chuckle, but the darkness in his eyes told a different story.

“How do I look?” You turned your head back towards the dressing room to see Evelyn walking out, the skirt suit fitting her in all the right places. She knew it too and you could tell based on the poses she offered.

“You look beautiful, sugar.” Elvis offered. “You need something else though.” He said, pointing his index finger in the air, considering what that thing might be. Moments later he arrived with a bright green french beret and walked up to Evelyn, putting it on her head and smoothing her hair down. He put his hands on her shoulder, turning her in the mirror. “Well don’t you just look precious,” He complimented her, stepping back to look at her again. “Spin for me.” He said, twirling his finger in the air.

Evelyn giggled as she spun, her eyes lighting up with Elvis’s flattery. “You look beautiful, Evey,” you offered with a kind smile. “Even the color is growing on me.”

“I’m definitely getting that for you.” Elvis said, tracing his lip with the tip of his pointer finger, obviously pleased with the vision in front of him. It made you sink further into yourself, knowing that you would be in her shoes soon, but you dreaded the outcome. Evelyn practically pranced back into the fitting room to try on the next outfit. You sat on your stool, finding yourself becoming more and more despondent.

“So,” Elvis finally said after a moment. “Tell me about Y/n.” His crystal eyes shot straight through you as he asked the question. It was intimidating the way that he held his attention on you. “What is she about?”

You considered the question for a moment. “Well, I’m nineteen.” He nodded with a small smile, noticing your anxiety. He nodded.

“What do you like to do, cheeks? How did a gem like you end up in a bookstore?” He asked politely.

“Well, I like to write. And read. It was only natural that I ended up at the bookstore. I spent so much time there after school reading books for free that Uncle Harold said I needed to work the store if I wanted to take advantage of the free perks.”

“Sounds like I’ve got a smarty,” He said with a wink, turning back to the dressing room as you both heard the curtain grind open.

Evelyn walked out, this time dressed in long, black and white plaid trousers that were immaculately cut to her. If anyone had guessed, they would have figured they were custom tailored. On top, she wore a light blue cotton oxford shirt tucked in.

“You look cute as a button,” Elvis said, clapping his hands together emphatically. “Beautiful. You should be in the movies.” His smile was exceptionally wide, his teeth flashing from behind his lips. You mentally rolled your eyes as jealousy rushed back. Don’t look at her. Look at me.

“You really think so?” Evelyn beamed, turning to look in the mirror.

She tried on several more outfits, Elvis complimenting them all equally, putting them on his tab. He was unbelievably charming; he had every woman in the country at his fingertips and he knew it. You were one day out of his three hundred and twenty five and you would have to find a way to be okay with it.

“Cheeks?” He turned to you. “Go find something pretty and let’s watch you look beautiful in it.” You offered a sweet smile before walking off toward the sales floor, hoping to find a single piece of clothing to wear.

A few minutes later, you arrived back with a few pieces that you liked and that you knew would fit because they had adjustable closures and some with ties. “There she is,” Elvis said, pausing his conversation with Evelyn.

“Go ahead and try em’ on!” Evelyn said enthusiastically.

You entered the dressing room and pulled the curtain shut. The first item you tried on was a beautiful blue cotton dress that was adorned with small polka dots and lace trim. You were able to pull it over your body but it was definitely tight around the waist. The stays in the dress hid the evidence of it not quite fitting perfectly. You turned around and viewed yourself in the mirror. The dress was beautiful, and you looked good, but you felt uncomfortable in it.You smoothed down the fabric and pulled back the curtain, sucking in your stomach and stepping towards them. They remained silent as they looked at you and you immediately felt your stomach drop.

“You look…so lovely,” Elvis said, pausing to find the proper word. His smile was absent, replaced with an unreadable expression.

“Oh my goodness,” Evelyn said, her eyes wide. “You look absolutely wonderful!”

“It’s not the most comfortable,” You offered honestly. “I’m sucking in right now,” you chuckled, releasing your breath.

Elvis chuckled softly, his face flushed slightly. “We can have it altered. I want you to get this one,” he said resolutely. “You are a vision in blue.” He said, though he wouldn’t make direct eye contact with you. There was a moment of silence before Evelyn broke it.

“Go try the rest!” She flitted you away with her hand.

Next was a tea-length poofy yellow skirt that tied in the back. This one easily slipped over your hips, tying in the back with ease. You paired it with a simple ribbed white shirt, tucking it in underneath the skirt as Evelyn had done with her trousers. You had paired the outfit with a red and blue ascot that you tied around your neck. You looked in the mirror. You tugged at the waistband of the skirt, moving it around to adjust it. You looked beautiful. You were comfortable, and though there were few options here, you had found two things that made you feel pretty. You would be lying though, if you ignored the insecurities that lurked under the surface. You would deal with those feelings later.

You stepped out of the dressing room and spun around, letting the skirt flow in a circle beneath you. You came to a stop, looking at Elvis and Evelyn. “I love the color!” Evelyn raved, standing up and walking over to you to touch the fabric of the skirt. “You have to let Elvis get this for you,” she said, meaning it to be more of a whisper, but it came out loud enough for him to hear. You turned to Elvis to find him staring at you, absolutely silent. Oh God. I look horrid. Panic set in as you swallowed.

“Wow.” was all he could say. Evelyn giggled softly. You looked at him expectantly. Finally, he shook himself out of the stupor. “Um–uh. Wow, sorry ladies. You,” He said, nodding his head slowly. “I- I’m buying this for you.”

***

“Your total today will be two hundred and thirty dollars, twenty-four cents.” The prissy woman said from behind the counter, ringing up the clothing. You and Evelyn turned to each other, wearing the same expression of bewilderment.

“No problem. Have a pen?” Elvis asked, reaching across the counter pre-emptively.

“Elvis, that’s too much,” You stopped him. He turned to you, dismissing your worry immediately.

“Honey, this is nothing. Don’t you worry one bit, Little One.” Little one. He called you Little One. Your body could have caught on fire. Every synapse, every cell in your body responded to the pet name almost embarrassingly. You imagine how obvious it must seem to everyone. You looked at the others in the room, but they weren’t looking at you. You watched as Elvis signed a check and handed it over the counter to the woman.

“Please have these packaged in hanging bags,” he asked, pulling out a cash tip and handing it to her with a heartbreaker’s smile. She took the tip, nodding with a bright smile. “Yes sir.” Five minutes later you were back in Elvis’s Cadillac.

“Pretty girls deserve pretty clothes,” He said, loading the garment bags into his trunk. “Where to next?” He asked, stepping over to each door, opening it for you and Evelyn before getting into the car.

You looked at your watch. Half past four. “ I don’t think he’d mind if we showed up early. We can help cook.” You said, looking up at Elvis as he drove.

“Wait, what?” Evey asked, leaning forward from the back seat. Elvis looked at her from the rearview mirror before looking over at you.

“Uh, well. Elvis is having dinner with us tonight. At home.” Evelyn adjusted in her seat.

“Wait, what?” She said, grabbing Elvis’s seat. “No way.” She paused for a moment. “Like seriously? You–Elvis Presley, are coming to my house? Eating in my kitchen? With my plates and silverware? At my table?” She rambled on and on and you couldn’t help but grin as you watched Elvis return the same look in your direction. He drove one handed, raking the other through his dark coif of hair.

“Unless you don’t want me to,” he offered. “I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

“No, no no! Please–” Evelyn answered. “You’ll get to meet daddy. He’s a bit–”

“Tightly wound,” You finished. “I didn’t tell you, but uncle Harold makes comments about you.”

Elvis eyed you from the side. “Comments?”

You nodded your head. “Mmhmm.”

“About what?” He asked.

“About the um–you know, the uh–” you stuttered, trying to find the least embarrassing way to phrase the sentence.

“The hip shakin’, Evelyn said finally. “He don’t like the whole ‘Pelvis’ thing.”

“I hate that goddamn name,” Elvis said, the words spilling from his mouth like an acid spill.

“I like it,” you offered, Immediately dissolving into yourself when you realized how eager you sounded. You really didn’t mean it to come out so forward; you wanted to reassure him. You couldn’t help the heat traveling up your neck to your face and cheeks. He grinned brightly as he drove, running his thumb over his bottom lip. You turned your gaze out the window as Elvis drove, watching the rows of blooming crape myrtle trees pass as he flew through Memphis to your home.

End of Part 2.

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