#elvis presley headcanons
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Hi!!! I saw your post and wanted to request :)
Could you write a early 70s Elvis X innocent reader, where we're one of the many girls that he brings up to his suite at the international hotel and as he expects for both of us to do the deed, he notices we're really reluctant and shy and he tells us we can do anything else instead of the dirty if we want to.
I think that would be real cute🥹
𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧
Word count: 5,1K
Warnings: virgin!reader, innocent-ish!reader, age gap (reader is 19/elvis 35), small mention of guns, reader struggling with extreme blushing, elvis poking a little fun at reader, both elvis and reader taking a sleeping pill, fluffy, smut; non-penetrative sex, dry humping/grinding, gg rubbing, elvis cummin' in readers' panties.
A/N: honestly, i'm not as good at writing innocent!reader as other writers in the fandom, buuut i had fun writing this and i kinda wanna explore this trope more - a part two is already cooking in my mind, tbh. like i told @jhoneybees this turned into more than the request but oh wellll.. let me know what y'all think, lovies! 🩷
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When it came to boys, you had always been shy. When it came to men, you considered yourself pretty much a disaster.
Now it wasn’t like you couldn’t have a normal conversation with someone of the opposite sex. Shy you were, but definitely not unsociable. You liked going out to places with your friends, even friends of the male kind.
But it were men like Elvis Presley that had your hands trembling and your heart beating so loud it was deafening in your ears.
Never in your 19 years of life had you expected to be approached by a member of Elvis’ entourage in the showroom of the International to ask if you were willing to meet the man himself up in his penthouse. Your first reaction was to politely decline, but your friend who had dragged you along to the concert in the first place pretty much pushed you into the arms of Sonny West – another handsome man that had got your cheeks flushing crimson, but it couldn’t compare to the effect the raven haired singer on stage had on you.
The last thing you saw as you were whisked out of the showroom was your friend putting both her thumbs up, waving as a shit-eating grin spread across her face.
Talk about peer pressure. You didn’t stand a chance.
The Imperial Suite was lush. The kind of luxury you’d never experienced before in your life. It barely felt as if you were still in a hotel, this seemed like a whole apartment with several rooms, a living area bigger than your childhood home and a seperate kitchen. The interior in the living space alone was worth more than your car, you were sure of it.
But even if you wanted to gawk at the beautiful things in the room, you didn’t had the chance to. Sonny West had left, leaving you alone with the man who you had just watched perform downstairs. The man millions of men wanted to be and millions of women wanted to be with.
You felt like a deer caught in headlights as he walked toward you, like a predator about to circle his prey. Though once he spoke, introducing himself as if you didn’t know who he was, you didn’t miss how soft spoken he was.
He wasn’t like any other superstar hauling girls up to his room to have his way with them and then kick them to the curb once he was done with them. At least, that’s what you wanted to believe.
And perhaps it was because of that naivety that you managed to calm down, so much so that you had agreed to wear one of his silky pyjama button ups, neatly folding the outfit you had so carefully picked out for tonight on a chair near Elvis’ bed.
Elvis was sitting on his bed, back against the headboard, wearing his own pair of midnight blue silk pyjamas. The first few buttons of his shirt were left open, causing his chest hair and tan skin to peek out and it instantly made you nervous all over again.
“C’mere, honey,” his voice was soft and low, his hand patting the empty spot next to him.
You stared at him for a second too long, quickly snapping yourself out of it before he’d think you were an idiot who didn’t understand the English language. You hated being like this in this moment – after all, this was a one time chance and you didn’t want to ruin it by having him think you were not interested in him at all.
You were, you really were, but this was the kind of man that could send you into a frenzy.
You sat next to him, nearly forgetting to breathe as his warm hand found home on your thigh. In a reflex, you pulled your knees up to your chest and his attention shifted to your feet.
You had recently gotten a pedicure, chosen the baby pink to go with the outfit and open toed heels you’d worn tonight, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Elvis.
“You got real pretty feet, honey,” he grinned as he slipped his hand underneath the sole of your foot, caressing his thumb across the top and over your toes, admiring the color on your nails. “So tiny and dainty, like a little doll,”
“T-Thank you,” you blurted out in a stuttered whisper, mentally slapping yourself for such a stupid reaction. But it was better than letting out the moan that was bubbling in the back of your throat, which you quickly swallowed.
His hand moved from your feet back up your leg and you froze as it slipped in between your thighs, fingertips pressing into the supple flesh of your right thigh softly as he leaned in closer to you. You looked into his blue eyes that were slightly drooped and you had no idea if it was due to fatigue or lust, but you figured it was the latter. And although you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same – your stupid body seemed to have a mind of its own – your nerves prevented you from fully giving in.
As you felt his hot breath against your skin and he was going in for a kiss, your eyes automatically fluttered shut. His lips were soft and warm, and as his tongue slipped into your mouth, so wet.
You let him take the lead, not because you had never been kissed before, but because you had never been kissed by someone like Elvis Presley before. He was the kind of man that had probably kissed a thousand girls in his life and it showed in his experience – he explored your mouth in a slow but heated manner, his hand moving from your thigh to your hip and the more he leaned into you, the more you sunk into the soft pillows and sheets of his kingsized bed.
You were doing alright until his lips moved to your neck, dragging down to your collarbone and his hand creeped underneath your pyjama top, cupping your breast. It was then that your breath hitched in your throat and your muscles tensed up uncomfortably tight.
Elvis noticed it immediately and pulled his head back, looking down at your face. As he saw how flushed your cheeks and neck were and you were looking at him as if he was about to murder you, he moved his hand down your ribcage and out from underneath your top. He placed a gentle hand on your hip instead and frowned a little, his eyes gentle.
“You alright, little one?”
The sound of his voice sounding so soft and sweet made you want to burst out into tears, because you felt stupid. Stupid for freezing when the most wanted man in the world wanted you, but you couldn’t help it.
You simply weren’t ready for sex. You valued your virginity and didn’t want to lose it to a man you were probably never going to see again.
“I’ve never.. n-never..”
“Never been touched by a man,” he simply finishes your sentence for you, a soft smile raising the corner of his mouth. You nodded and looked down, noticing how quick your chest was heaving up and down as if you’d just ran a marathon.
He shushed you gently, placing his fingertips underneath your chin to make you look at him again. You didn’t know what his reaction would be, but the sweet smile and soft kiss to your forehead wasn’t what you’d expected.
“We don’t have to do it tonight, honey. I ain’t gonna force ya to do anythin’ you don’t want.”
“You’re not gonna throw me out?” you whisper with wide eyes, trying to ignore the way your bodies were still pressed together and you could feel his very prominent bulge poking against your thigh.
He let out a laugh, the sound of it deep and rich. “Ya think I was raised by wolves? No, I ain’t throwin’ you out. You’re stayin’ that cute little butt right here, and we can do somethin’ else.”
You couldn’t help but laugh softly, biting your lip as another flush of crimson spread up your neck and to your cheeks. He squeezed your hip softly before he sat up, bringing you up with him, and as he sat against the headboard again, he quickly draped some of the covers over his middle, hiding the fact that he was still very much turned on.
“And you stop that blushin’ before your face stays like that, little tomato,”
A wide grin settled on his face, and you could hear the playful tone in his voice which made you laugh softly. You pressed the palm of your hands against your cheeks and try to gather control over your breathing, making your cheeks slowly return to their normal state.
Instead of sleeping with the man that millions of females all over the world would call you crazy for rejecting for, you let him show you around the suite. He showed you his collection of guns that were safely stacked away in black cases which scared and intrigued you at the same time – you politely declined when he offered you to hold a gold handle hand gun, but you did admit it was very pretty.
Then he showed you around his wardrobe, from the outfits he wore on stage to the ones he wore off stage. As he noticed you particularly liked a black, somewhat see-through, blouse with white flowers on it, he handed it to you like it meant nothing to him.
Again, you declined.
But Elvis didn’t give up so easily and as you two sat on the bed again, his jewelry case opened and exposed in between the both of you, he noticed you admiring his black star sapphire ring. Not thinking twice about it, he took it out of the case and slipped it around your ring finger. As expected, it was way too big for you.
This had Elvis go through his jewelry, looking for a necklace he didn’t wear himself anymore. Had to be in there somewhere, he knew it.
“Elvis, I can’t take that,” you gasped as he took the ring off your finger again and hung it on a simple golden chain. Before you even had the chance to stop him, he was already putting it around your neck, the ring resting heavy against your chest. “Elvis, I’m serious. This is too much, you don’t have to-“
“Looks great on ya, little tomato,” he grinned as you looked at him with wide eyes, grabbing your wrist when you went to take the necklace off. You wished he’d use another nickname for you, but you ignored it for now – you had more important matters to worry about. Like the 14 karat gold ring that was hanging on your neck.
As you went to protest again, Elvis grabbed both of your hands and lowered them. Once more, you blushed as he leaned forward and placed a soft, tender kiss on your lips. “I want ya to have it and to wear it every day. Somethin’ to remember me by,”
“As if I’d ever forget you,” you whispered, looking down at the ring as you swallowed down the lump in your throat. If Elvis had heard your words or noticed that you were about to cry, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he closed his jewelry case, put it aside and settled in the sheets, half sitting up against the headboard. He opened his arms for you and you didn’t think twice to settle against his side, putting your head on his chest.
“Thank you, Elvis,” you whispered as you snuggled up against him, earning a kiss on the top of your head from him.
“My pleasure, honey.”
Luckily, in this position he couldn’t see that your cheeks were flushed and hot the way they’d been before. And as his fingers gently combed their way through your hair, you truly felt special. Something that you perhaps were not in Elvis Presley’s world, but for tonight you decided to indulge yourself in the fantasy.
Elvis picked up a book from his bedside table and with his arms wrapped around you, he opened it and started reading to you in a hushed tone. While at times the subject of the book was confusing to you, you listened with interest nonetheless. Maybe you were a little more interested in the sound of his voice and the smell of his cologne, but you fought off sleep that was slowly threatening to overtake you.
You didn’t want to fall asleep, didn’t want to miss a waking second of being with Elvis.
“You gettin’ sleepy, aren’t ya?” He smirked as he peeked down at you, noticing your eyes threatening to close a few times. You immediately shook your head as you raised it and looked at him, smiling sheepishly.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you apologized, stifling a yawn. Elvis chuckled and closed the book, putting it to the side before he turned back to you.
“Go an’ lay down,” he ordered gently as he nodded to the empty spot in the bed. You did what you were told, slowly creating some distance between you two as you laid back in the bed, giggling softly as he pulled the covers up to your shoulders, tucking you in. “Now don’t go and get all nervous again, ‘lright? I’m just gonna lay down next to ya so we can cuddle, sound good?”
You smiled at him, truly appreciating that he wasn’t trying anything you didn’t want and that he was so sweet about it all. You considered him to be a true gentleman.
As you nodded, he smiled back at you and slips underneath the covers next to you. His body warmth is intoxicating as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer against his chest. With him laying on his side, he has the perfect view of your face and he takes advantage of it by studying every little detail, his other arm slipping underneath your head so he could hold you even firmer against him. He squeezes your shoulder softly and then his hand moves to your face, fingertip poking your cheek softly.
“No blushin’…” He whispered with a small grin on his face as he noticed your cheeks were slowly turning red again. You looked at him and laugh softly, hiding your face in your hands. He immediately clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, grabbing your wrist to softly pull one of your hands away. “And ‘specially none of that..”
His whisper was low as he leaned in closer to you when he managed to pull your other hand down too, his lips finding yours once more.
You lost yourself in your second shared kiss tonight, and you felt a little more loose. Probably because he couldn’t comment on your blushing when he was kissing you.
Elvis had to force himself to keep himself under control – he wasn’t going to do anything you didn’t want, because he respected your need of not wanting to take things further, and he did truly enjoy your company without the intimacy part.
But he was still a red blooded man, and his hard cock that twitched against the fabric of his pyjama bottoms was proof of that.
And as you slowly broke the kiss and turned your back to him to hide your flushed cheeks, he took the opportunity to spoon you, your ass pressed against his cock in a way that had him humming lowly.
You didn’t move away, and he took it as content. With one arm still underneath you and one arm around your waist, he kept you close to him as he pressed his hips forward, letting you feel how hard he was.
You tensed up but as you felt him placing sweet, comforting kisses on your shoulder, neck and eventually cheek, your body relaxed again as if he was a God who could put you at ease right away.
It was a strange sensation, really… and although the way he was slowly grinding against you was definitely of sexual nature rather than just cuddling, you didn’t stop him.
Because it was turning you on more than you’d ever admit to anyone… or even to yourself.
“If you.. want me to stop.. I will.”
His breathing had quickened a little, words coming oit in a low stutter.
Telling him to stop would be a wise thing to do because you had no idea how strong your willpower was… you had no idea how far this was gonna go, or if he’d be able to stop.
But by the sounds of his low groans and soft moans, you knew it felt good to him. Really good. And even as your brain worked itself into a frenzy, you wanted to please him.
Show him that you were not completely clueless, or a little lamb that had no idea she at least had some kind of effect on men.
“N-No.. Don’t stop,” you whispered back, hiding your face in the pillow a little despite him not able to see the state your face was in.
Elvis cursed softly under his breath and took it a step further – thinking you wouldn’t notice when he tugged his bottoms down to his thighs, rubbing his bare cock against your ass. But you were only wearing his pyjama shirt and your panties, ofcourse you noticed it.
And yet, you still didn’t stop him.
The feeling of his cock against your ass had you letting out a soft moan of your own and this caused Elvis to grip onto your waist a little firmer, twirling his hips around firmly and slowly as he grunts deeply in your ear.
“Oh God, baby..” his breath was hot against your neck, his fingertips digging into your skin softly. “Such a soft ass,”
His words had your heart beating so loud you were scared that he could actually hear it, but if he did, he didn’t mention it. He was too busy focusing on the friction he was creating, working himself up more and more.
You took your face out of the pillow to inhale a sharp breath of air as his hand slipped underneath your top, fingertips grazing the curve of your breasts. You surprised yourself as your back arched and your ass pressed firmer against him, indicating you wanted him to use it to his liking.
And he did. Even had you gasping and moaning a couple of times as his cock managed to slip in between your thighs from behind, his tip and part of his length ghosting along your folds, missing your clit by inches. He apologized in a stuttered whisper every time it happened, but you could tell by the moan that rolled off his tongue that he enjoyed the feeling of his mistake.
And so did you, but you were praying he didn’t notice that your own arousal was staining your panties.
He did. He definitely did and it had him fighting the urge to tear your panties off and sink himself into you inch by inch.
His self control was stronger than he realised because he kept his hands where they were, grinding his cock against your ass, though he didn’t stop himself from making his “mistake” over and over again.
Seems like he wasn’t the only one getting worked up because as soon as you raised your leg a little, he immediately grabbed onto your thigh to keep it up. He moved closer to you, his cock resting against your clothed pussy.
“I can feel you’re wet,” he whispered in your ear, his voice raspy as he let you put your leg down again, though he didn’t move away, enjoying this close proximity.
“P-Please, d-don’t put it i-in,” you immediately said, a hint of panic evident in your face. He laughed softly and placed a hand on your tummy, keeping it there as he felt it was the safest place.
“I won’t, honey, I promise,” he said as he raised his head a little, looking down at you. You carefully made eye contact with him, cheeks flushed, teeth sunken into your lower lip. It took everything in him not to fuck you senseless right here and now. “Can I put it in your panties?”
The question sounded both innocent and like absolute filth at the same time. You blinked a few times, repeating the words in your head over and over again until you suddenly nodded, afraid you were taking too long to think about it. He smiled at you, pecking your lips sweetly as he whispered a soft “Really?” against your lips.
You nodded again.
You were curious… curious to how the skin on skin contact felt. He promised not to put it inside of you and break your virginity, and in your innocent naivety, you trusted him.
He pulled your panties aside, letting it snap back into place softly as soon as his cock was resting against your wet folds. You shuddered and gasped at the feeling of his warm length pressed against your exposed pussy, his tip putting the slightest amount of pressure against your clit.
He didn’t put his head back down again, this time leaning on his elbow so he could look at the way your face was truly resembling a tomato right now, soft breathless moans escaping you. He thought it was adorable.
His hand found him on your hip, fingertips caressing your skin softly as he started to move his hips back and forth at a snail’s pace. You swore you could hear the sound of both your essence mixing together, your arousal deliciously coating his length.
“Feels good, don’t it, baby?” He whispered as he keeps looking down at your face, not wanting to miss the way you could barely keep your eyes open, lips parted as soft moans filled his ears. He smirked a little as he could see you nod your head slowly, eyes fluttering shut.
He keeps his pace slow, afraid that if he’d go any faster he would slip in by accident and hurt you, and that was the last thing he wanted. Just because he kinda got his way with you tonight doesn’t mean he was going to overstep your boundaries.
But it was you who wanted more of that delicious feeling he was giving you. It was your self control that was threatening to slip.
“P-please.. Elvis.. faster..”
He grunts lowly at your words, lowering himself a little more on the bed again to hide his face in your neck and sprawled out hair, his hips snapping forward just a little faster. The feeling had you moaning a little louder, gripping onto his hand that was still on your stomach.
He laced your fingers together, concetrating on not fucking you by accident, no matter how much he wanted to.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he moaned in your ear, his tongue flicking against your earlobe which had your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Bet I could slip right in..”
“N-No!”
“I won’t.” he immediately said, laughing softly as he slips his other hand into yours as well. He keeps the pace steady – not too fast, and not as slow as before.
With the way you were holding each others’ hands and your most intimate parts were rubbing against each other, bare and raw, you felt like you were floating on a cloud. You hadn’t expected the night to end like this, but deep down inside you were glad it did.
Your only problem now was that you didn’t want any other man other than Elvis Presley anymore and he hadn’t even been inside of you.
You were completely ruined for anyone else.
Elvis lost himself in the pleasure and the feeling of you grinding against each other, and so did you. Part of you wondered what it would be like to have him push into you, how deep you’d be able to feel him.
Would it even feel good at all, or would it only hurt?
A million questions plagued your mind, but Elvis made you forget every single one of them with the way his cock was stroking through your folds and how lovely his moans sounded in your ear.
You weren’t planning to ask them, anyways.
Neither were you planning on taking it to that sacred part of the whole ordeal. You weren’t ready, and that’s what you’d keep repeating in your head like a mantra until you truly felt otherwise.
Besides, Elvis seemed to enjoy this just as much as the actual deed and you were right – he did. It was evident by the way he was freely moaning, the feeling of the fabric of your panties rubbing against the sensitive tip of his cock feeling like a lick of a flame against his skin.
He was close to coming undone and he didn’t try to stop himself, nor did he warn you what was coming – you’d feel it when it happened.
Squeezing your hands firmly in his own, his hips stuttering forward for a second before he pushed his hips forward firmly, you moaned shakily as strings of cum sputtered from his cock, shamelessly staining the inside of your panties. The baby blue piece of underwear that was one of your favorites was completely ruined and in your state of arousal, you couldn’t get yourself to care.
Elvis breathed heavily as he slowly let go of your hands and gripped onto your hip, groaning softly as he pulled his now soft cock out of your panties.
The loss of skin contact already had him yearning for more.
He rolled onto his back, ready to have you cuddle up to him and hold you, so imagine his surprise when you shot up out of the bed and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
“Honey, you okay in there? Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for things to go this far,”
He sounded truly apologetic from the other side of the door. And you wished you could find the strength in your voice to tell him you weren’t mad, but rather embarrassed like hell.
You’d gone into the bathroom to take off your panties and clean yourself and after you did so, you’d caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
Your face was hot and as red as a cherry.
Splashing water on your face didn’t help, neither did the breathing exercises you taught yourself whenever you were blushing this much.
You felt like an absolute fool and it wasn’t until Elvis threatened to break down the door because he wasn’t getting an answer from you that you unlocked the door and faced him.
He saw the state of your face and chuckled softly, but before you could hide again, he stepped inside the bathroom and gently cupped your face.
“Jus’ breathe, little tomato. In through your nose, out your mouth,” he showed you how, as if you didn’t know what he meant, but you appreciated it nonetheless.
The nickname… not so much, but you didn’t protest.
You followed his example a few times and closed your eyes as you focused on breathing with him and the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheekbones.
You didn’t know what kind of witchcraft Elvis Presley was practicing, but he managed to help you calm down in the matter of a few minutes.
“There, all good,” he smiled as you opened your eyes to look at him, the heat disappearing from your face. He gently pulled your face closer to his own and pecked your lips, wrapping an arm around you as he took you back to bed – making sure you were wearing one of his boxershorts, before he’d get turned on all over again due to you being half naked in his bed.
Elvis settled in the sheets with you in his arms after he took a sleeping pill and when you asked him about it, he wanted to tell you no when you asked for one. But he couldn’t resist the way you fluttered your eyelashes at him and looked up at him as if he’d hung the stars and moon for you every single day the sun went down.
Your mother took sleeping pills due to her own insomnia and sometimes even when she was stressed, so it wasn’t a foreign thing to you. Elvis relented, figuring it would help you calm down a little, but he only gave you half a pill.
The two of you slipped into a relaxing state of drowsiness and with your head on his chest, you listened to the calming sound of his heartbeat. His fingers ran through your hair, twirling the ends around his fingertips, and you could hear his breathing get heavier.
Before he could fully fall asleep, you spoke up, making sure your voice was soft and sweet. “Elvis?”
“Hmm?” he squeezed your shoulder softly, pushing your body firmer against his.
“Can you.. can you give me a new nickname?”
It was silent for longer than you expected and you thought he’d fallen asleep, but before you could raise your head to check, he let out a deep amused chuckle.
“Why, honey? I like callin’ you my little tomato,” He smirked, his eyes closed, but he could picture the pout you were probably giving him as you did raise your head to look at him this time.
“It sounds weird… and I hate tomatoes..” You giggled softly, putting your chin on his chest, trailing your nail softly across his jaw.
“Fine,” he sighed softly, feigning annoyance but he let you know by the grin on his face that he was playing. As he felt your fingertip grazing along his lips, he kissed the pad of your finger. “How’s Cherry?”
“Cherry..” you whispered, testing how it sounded on your tongue.
You liked cherries a whole lot better than tomatoes.
“Alright, my sweet Cherry. Close your little eyes an’ get some sleep,” he mumbled sleepily, his hand resting at the back of your head, fingertips massaging your scalp softly.
You smiled and a flush creeped along your neck once more as you leaned in closer and kissed his lips softly. Elvis smiled and held you close as he drifted off into a deep slumber.
You did as well, sneakily reaching your hand to his bedside table to take the other half of the sleeping pill he’d given you.
There was no way you’d be able to get a proper rest on your own without the help of medication and as you fell asleep in Elvis Presley’s arms, you dreamt about what the two of you had done tonight.
Only in your dreams, you were confident to take things a step further, allowing Elvis to own you completely – body and soul.
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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬
Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader
Word count: 4,5K
Summary: You and Elvis are always playing pranks on each other. This Halloween, you come up with a prank that goes horribly wrong as Elvis doesn't think it's so funny and gets genuinely upset. But like always, your partner eventually comes around and gets his revenge.
Warnings: strong language, playing with a ouija board, fake demonic possession, mentions of the devil, elvis being upset, elvis calling reader a bitch, pranks that you probs shouldn't use on other people, tiny bit of angst, reader and larry gellar disliking each other. guess that's it?
A/N: hello, hi! i guess this isn't really spooky but felt like it fit the season! there's pranks in this that i don't advise you to use on anyone unless that's you're kind of humor. wrote this in an hour or so because it randomly popped into my mind and well... i thought it was funny 👀. just want to make clear that this is in no way me making fun of elvis' spirituality in any way, nor is reader, if some people might think thatttt or if it comes across as that. just wanted to write something else rather than a vamp!elvis fic like my brain already was thinking about for halloween, AAAAH. also, this doesn't include all members of the mm or any of the other guys because i didn't know where to place them. okay, bye. p.s: be a smart cookie and don't use a ouija board.
Elvis didn’t care for Halloween.
Never did when he was young and never did as he was growing into an adult. Sure, when he was a little boy and his friends would drag him along to go trick or treating he could appreciate the free candy, but that was about it. After complaining about the people in scary costumes on the street when he was around 7, his mother stopped him from going out on All Hallow’s Eve and he appreciated her doing so.
As he got older, he’d usually be working on the last day of October and whenever he wasn’t, he would rent out the Memphian and watch horror movies with the guys, other friends and some of his fans. He enjoyed playing pranks and scaring the shit out of the people around him, but that’s where celebrating Halloween ended for Elvis.
His Christianity or beliefs didn’t have anything to do with it. He simply preferred holidays that involved lots of homecooked foods, spreading joy, giving gifts and being surrounded by his loved ones. Like Thanksgiving and especially, Christmas.
You on the other hand are obsessed with Halloween. You always put a lot of effort in your costumes and Elvis allowed you to put carved pumpkins by the front door with a lit candle inside of it, but he wouldn’t celebrate with you in any other way than watching movies. You were too old to go trick or treating, so you were happy when Lisa Marie was over at Graceland on some Halloween evenings to do so with her, but this year she unfortunately was in California with her mother.
This Halloween you put little effort into your costume, opting for a black cat suit with a tail, some drawn on whiskers that complimented the dark eye make-up you were sporting, and a pair of black cat ears. Elvis wasn’t complaining because you looked smoking hot in it, but he wasn’t aware that you chose this simple outfit because you had bigger plans for tonight that involved… well, let’s say, a lot of action.
After watching a few movies at the Memphian with Elvis, some fans and the guys, you all made it back to Graceland. It was only around 1 in the morning which was early for the bunch you were living with, so nobody was tired yet. Which was good, because you and Charlie Hodge had come up with the perfect prank to play on Elvis and the two of you managed to convince everyone to get involved in it.
The only one who wasn’t up for it was Larry Gellar and you were slightly worried that he’d out your little plan and ruin the whole thing. You were praying that he’d just go home already, but much to your chagrin, he was sitting on the couch and conversing with Elvis, not looking as if he’d leave any time soon. You were just going to have to risk it.
“Let’s play a game!” You chirped happily as you held up a plastic bag, pulling off your cat tail and throwing it by the side of the couch. “I found this today at the store. The sales girl told me it’s the perfect game to play during Halloween, because then you know it really works,”
Elvis watches with curiosity as you pull a large box out of the bag, turning it around and showing him the front. As he realises you were holding up a ouija board, he was immediately intrigued. Ever the curious person, especially when it came to things about spirituality, Elvis slides to the edge of the couch and takes the box out of your hands, opening the lid to take the board out and inspect it.
“Hell no, I ain’t playin’ that,” Lamar immediately says as he glances at the board and you try to suppress a grin. His reaction was the one you told him to give. If Lamar would play, Elvis was going to take the chance to tease the hell out of him for a week straight because Lamar scared easily when it came to these things.
“Ah c’mon, Fike. It’ll be fun,” Elvis grins as he places the board in the middle of the coffee table. You give Charlie a quick thumbs up and he grins, agreeing to play the game. Sonny and Red agree as well, but Larry decides to sit this one out. You were happy about that and as you go around the living room to dim the lights and light some candles, you feel instantly annoyed when you hear Larry’s voice.
“Elvis, I don’t think this is a good idea. Playing with an object like that can be dangerous, you know?” Larry chimes in, looking at Elvis with worried eyes. Never really having liked Larry, you roll your eyes. Elvis doesn’t see it but Red does and he sticks his finger in his mouth, feigning a gag. The two of you silently laugh and you sit down on the floor by the table, Elvis sliding onto the floor next to you.
“It’s not dangerous, baby. It’s just a game,” you quickly tell Elvis as Larry once more expresses his concern. Elvis looks at Larry once more before he turns to you and grins, kissing the corner of your mouth as he grabs the planchet and puts it on the board. Larry gives you an annoyed glare and you ignore it, happy that he decides to retreat back into the kitchen. Joe sits back on the couch along with Billy to watch the game unfold, simply because there wasn’t enough space for more fingers on the planchet.
“You sneaky sonofabitch. You’re the one movin’ that thing!” Elvis exclaims in slight annoyance as he glares at Sonny who sat on the opposite side of the table. Sonny widens his eyes, trying his best to hold back a laugh as he shakes his head.
“I swear to God, I ain’t doin’ it!”
You and Charlie exchange a knowing look. It was the two of you taking turns sneakily moving the planchet with the tips of your fingers, but Elvis didn’t notice a thing. He was too intrigued and focused on the words “it”, or in this case you, were spelling out. You hadn’t propeely opened communication or whatsoever, so the board wasn’t working at all. You believed that a ouija board could truly work if you wanted it to and you could communicate with… well, someone or something, but that wasn’t the intention for tonight.
You just wanted to play the prank of the century on your man like he has done to you so many times before.
All of you ask random questions at first that require simple answers. Then you decide to take matters further into your own hands and add up the dramatics a notch. You needed it to be spooky. Elvis doesn’t scare easily, the morgue trips he often makes with you were proof of that, and you want him to be terrified tonight.
“Someone dies tonight.”
All of you exchange uncomfortable glances, though only that of Elvis was real. He shifts a little on the floor and takes his finger off the planchet, accusing Charlie instead of Sonny now.
“Hodge, stop pullin’ my leg with this bullshit!” He huffs and Charlie widens his eyes, scared that you and him got caught, and just as he opens his mouth to defend his case, you speak up.
“Elvis! You’re not allowed to take your hands off of it without saying goodbye!” You grab his hand and bring it back to the board, putting his finger back on the planchet. He looks at you and scoffs, squinting his eyes.
“Oooh, I see. It’s you, ain’t it?”
You mentally curse yourself. Was your acting that bad? Shaking your head as you give him your most serious face, you tell him that it’s truly not you who is moving the planchet and before he can question you further, Charlie sneakily spells out something else.
“The girl.”
“That’s it. I ain’t playin’ no more. Say goodbye, goddamnit,” Elvis barks in annoyance. He wasn’t going to admit it out loud but he truly believed the planchet was moving by itself and spelling out these things. He was having fun when they started and asked random and silly questions, but now it was getting a little too serious for him.
A little too scary.
This thing was threatening your life and he felt a sense of paranoia fill his chest. What if you’d really die because of this stupid game?
No. No, you weren’t going to die. It’s just a game. It’s not real- he refuses to believe it’s real.
You quickly say goodbye along with everyone else, moving the planchet over the word before taking your hands off. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh and wrap your arms around Elvis’ neck as he leans back against the couch, crossing his arms after he shoved the board across the table. You giggle softly and hug him, planting kisses on his cheek.
“Stop that worryin’. It’s just a game, El, nothing is going to happen.”
Although he doesn’t believe you and is still worried, he slides his arms around your waist and pulls you onto his lap, hugging you back.
You spent the rest of the late evening playing some music and Elvis doing a spontaneous jam session, which got his mind off of that damned ouija board. After all, it was just a game. Nothing was going to happen and tomorrow afternoon, he’d wake up with you in his arms.
Alive and well.
But as you two got upstairs to his bedroom and got ready for bed, he wasn’t going to take no risks. There was a baseball bat leaning against the wall by the door and a hand gun laying atop of his Bible on the bedside table. You look at it as you got into bed where Elvis already was, sitting against the headboard with the TV on.
“What are you gonna do? Shoot a ghost?” You joke with a soft snort and he looks at you, simply nodding his head.
“Hell. I will if I have to,”
“My protector,” You swoon playfully as you run your fingers through his hair, laughing. He chuckles softly and sighs, kissing your lips before he allows you to settle in the bed. You pretend to watch some TV with him but couldn’t contain your excitement, curious to know what his reaction was going to be when the best part of the prank would play out.
Since you fell asleep pretty quick most of the time, Elvis didn’t think anything of it when he heard you lightly snoring as you had turned your back to him. He had his arm leaning across your hip, needing to touch you in one way or another, always. Unbeknown to him, you were wide awake and looking at the alarm clock on your side of the bed. You had told Charlie to give you twenty minutes before you’d set things into motion and as that amount of time had passed, you started off your little prank slow.
Ease Elvis into it, so to speak.
Pretending you were having a nightmare, you twitch lightly while mumbling some soft incoherent sentences, moaning uncomfortably. Elvis who was still wide awake moves his hand from your hip to your hair, caressing it soothingly as he sits up a little to look over at you. Figuring you’re still sleeping, he leans back against the headboard of the bed but only a split second later, you suddenly shoot up to sit in the bed. Startled, his heart skips a beat and he quickly sits up again too, moving some of your hair over your shoulder. He’s familiar with sleepwalking, but he has never seen you do it before. He knows not to wake someone when they’re in a state like this nor call out their name, but his worries grow by tenfold as your body slumps against him.
And then starts twitching and goddamn near convulsing as you throw your head back. He widens his eyes in shock as your eyes roll in the back of your head, your arms hanging limp by your side. Holding your frame, he tries to keep you still as he cups your face.
“Y/N! Y/N!” He slaps your cheek softly, unsure of what to do in a situation like this. He curses loudly as he reaches over to the phone on the bedside table, putting it to his ear as he calls downstairs and yells to whoever is on the other end of the line to come upstairs.
Like clockwork, Charlie comes running in not much later and feignes a gasp at the sight of your state. Elvis looks over at him, desperate for help.
“Goddamnit, Charlie, do somethin’!” Elvis yells as your body seems to be twisting and turning into uncomfortable positions, arching your back as you let out deep groans and grunts. You didn’t even know your voice could get that low, but you were impressed by yourself.
An eerie feeling washes over Elvis and he slowly lets go of you as you push yourself out of arms, standing on top of the bed. And then you just start… laughing.
Like an absolute maniac.
The sound sent shivers down Elvis’ spine and he quickly got off the bed, standing next to Charlie as they both look at you, unsure of what was happening. Well, at least one of them. Charlie was completely sucked up into his role though and he took a step back, fear in his eyes.
He was a damn good actor.
Something clicked inside of Elvis’ brain as you look at him with a menacing look in your eyes, smirking like the Devil himself just walked into the room.
That goddamned board.
“Get my Bible,” Elvis orders Charlie, never taking his eyes off of you. Charlie does as he’s told and grasps the Bible from the bedside table, handing it to Elvis. The singer takes off the necklace he was wearing with a cross pendant hanging on the silver chain and hands it to Charlie, looking at the smaller male.
“Put this on her forehead,”
“Elvis...” Charlie widens his eyes, holding onto the necklace and pretending to be terrified of going near you. “Can’t we.. can’t we just call an ambulance?!”
Charlie was going to do whatever Elvis told him to do anyways because it makes the situation seem more natural but even if he wouldn’t be acting, the glare that Elvis gives him is enough to have him sprint into action. He runs over to the bed and pulls you down, keeping you down on the mattress as he presses the cross against your forehead. As you look at Charlie, you have to try your damnest not to ruin things and laugh, but luckily you manage to stay in your role.
Writhing on the bed and trying to get out of Charlie’s grip with what truly is little effort but looks like a lot, you let out a bloodcurdling scream. Elvis comes closer to the bed while he is quickly reciting any kind of prayer he thinks might work, reading psalm after psalm. He’s taken back for a second when you did what Charlie and you rehearsed- kicking the brunette off of you and making him land on the floor. You swear you could hear Charlie chuckling, but Elvis is only focused on you.
Now you are the one that is taken back as he gets on top of you and grabs your wrists, holding them above your head as he’s still reciting prayers. He’s yelling at the non existent demon inside of you to get the hell out and Charlie has to muffle a laugh in the palm of his hand, curious about what you were going to do because neither of you expected this.
You felt a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat, so before it could come out, you stop writhing on the bed and drop your head to the side, pretending that the prayers worked and it has all come to an end. Elvis sat on top of you for a few more minutes until he releases your hands and gets up, closing his Bible. He watches you, ready to once more go into action as he sees you casually sit up and get up from the bed. He frowns a little as you walk over to Charlie and hook your arm through his, clearing your throat.
“The end.” You and Charlie gracefully bow, bursting out into uncontrollable laughter.
Until you notice one person in the room isn’t laughing.
Feeling the mood shifting in the room and as if a thunderstorm just passed over Graceland, you stop laughing as you see Elvis glaring at the both of you. You walk over to him as he throws his Bible on the bed and cup his face, but he’s quick to swat your hands away and get back into his bed.
“Elvis, c’mon. Don’t be mad, baby. We were just having a little fun,” you laugh softly, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed. He turns his head to look at you, his blue eyes icy cold. You weren’t unfamiliar with that look but usually it was something more serious that brought it on and you never liked it.
But what you weren’t realising is that this was serious to Elvis. He thought he was going to lose you to some freaky demonic entity.
“Get out.” He simply states in a low voice, turning his head back to the TV that was still on. You look at Charlie and he gives you a little nod, taking you out of the room with him.
You succeeded in pranking the prank master, but you’re afraid you pushed him too far and that simply wasn’t worth it.
You figured Elvis would be over it by the day after Halloween and things would go back to normal. But then again, you know Elvis like the back of your hand and although you were not surprised by him ignoring you for a week straight, you were still hurt.
When he learned that all of the guys were involved in your little prank, he let them have a piece of his mind and that was that. But you were walking on eggshells. He even made you sleep in Lisa Marie’s bedroom for that entire week.
By Sunday night, you were fed up with it. Maybe you had taken things too far, but it was just idiotic that he wouldn’t even let you sleep in the same bed as him.
“What do you think you’re doin’?” He snaps as he watches you burst into the bedroom and get into the bed next to him, fluffing your pillow.
“What does it look like?” Maybe you don’t have the right to be annoyed with him, but you are. He knows how much you hate to be ignored and you’ve been worrying yourself all week with all sorts of doom scenarios, like him ending the relationship.
He grabs your arm to pull you out of bed but you sit up and pull your arm out of his grasp, the words flying rapidly off your tongue. “Good God, Elvis. I’ve told you I’m sorry about a thousand times, but you don’t wanna hear it! You haven’t spoken a word to me in a week. At least yell at me, be angry with me, do something!”
His nostrils flare as his jaw clenches and he sits up more straight, turning his body into your direction.
“You want me to yell? Be angry? Fine!” He barks harshly, his loud rich voice booming off the walls. “I thought I was gon’ fuckin’ lose you that damn night! I thought you really were gon’ die, Y/N. That there was some sonofabitch inside of ya who was takin’ ya away from me. If you think that’s so hilarious, well hell, then you really are an evil bitch,”
You weren’t hurt by him calling you a bitch. You and Elvis fought enough times in the past that involved ugly name calling but you always made up minutes later. It never lasted for days. But learning that he was truly afraid of losing you in that moment causes your heart to clench uncomfortably in your chest. You feel a pang of guilt in your gut and your shoulders slump, tears burning in your eyes as you could see a tear rolling down Elvis’ cheek. He quickly wipes it away and looks at the TV set, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Elvis, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” You exclaim breathlessly as you crawl closer to him and hide your face in his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His body tenses up but then he quickly relaxes under your touch and wraps his arms around your frame, placing one hand on the back of your head to press you firmer against him. “i didn’t mean to scare you like that, I really didn’t. I just thought it would be a fun prank for Halloween. I never thought it’d turn out like this.”
It was never your intention to truly hurt Elvis or emotionally scare him. Deep down inside, Elvis knows this and he feels a little guilty about giving you the cold shoulder for a week, but he doesn’t feel the need to apologize to you for that. Instead, he accepts your apology with a long tender kiss and then cups your cheeks as he looks into your eyes.
“You can prank me, baby, jus’… no more pranks like that, okay?” He whispers as he brushes some hair out of your face, thumbing a tear away from the corner of your eye. You nod, promising him that you’ll never do something like this again and keep it at small pranks only.
That same night, you and Elvis stand outside at the back of Graceland, watching the ouija board melt into mush in the firepit.
He wasn’t going to take any chances and forbids you to play with a board like that for the rest of your life. You have no problem promising him that you will never touch another ouija board again and content with your answer, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and looks at the flames.
“Don’t ever do that to me again, Little,” he whispers as he presses his nose into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo before he kisses your head. You wrap your arm around his waist and hold him close as you nod, resting your head against his chest. “I can’t lose ya. Ever.”
“I promise, Elvis,” you say as you raise your head and look up at him, kissing his chin. “You’ll never lose me. Even the Devil can’t take me away from you.”
He grins at your words and pecks your lips, but then he pulls his head back and looks past you, frowning. Curious, you look over your shoulder and a hot feeling of fear immediately spreads throughout your chest, widening your eyes as you see two man wearing scary wolf masks stalking toward you and Elvis.
It was only you and your boyfriend at the house tonight, but still when one of the men grabs you and a few others that came from the other side of the premises grab Elvis, you scream at the top of your lungs for help. It doesn’t do much and your vision is taken from you as you’re being blindfolded, a hand being placed firmly over your mouth.
You were thrown in the back of a car and after driving for what felt like hours, you were being lifted out of the car. You couldn’t speak as one of the men had shoved what you guessed was a tie in your mouth because you wouldn’t stop cussing at them in the back of the car. You were surprised they hadn’t knocked you unconscious yet.
You were terrified of what was to come, but more so you were worried sick about Elvis. The last thing you had seen were a couple of masked maniacs overpowering him and dragging him away. Having no idea where he was or if he was even still alive, you were determined to break free and get out of where ever you were.
You needed to get to Elvis. The thought of never seeing him again made your head spin, feeling like you were about to either faint or be ill.
Despite your inner turmoil, you didn’t stop fighting your kidnappers. Not even as you were being placed on a chair, your hands tied behind your back and your ankles tied together. As the fabric was pulled out of your mouth, you were about to scream again until your blindfold was taken off. As your eyes adjust to your surroundings, you widen your eyes when you see Elvis and the Memphis Mafia standing in front of you, all wearing shit eating grins.
You realise you’re sitting in the pool room.
The guys all burst out into rumbling laughter, Elvis included, and he bends down to be at your eye level, his hands placed on his knees as he grins.
“Honey, I’m gon’ say this once and for all,” he bites his lip as he laughs, that mischievous little boy gleam in his eyes. “Don’t prank the master.”
You sarcastically laugh along with him as he unties you, glaring at Lamar who was having an uncontrollable fit of giggles when he tells you you should’ve seen yourself when him and Sonny were driving you around the block to make you think you were being taken somewhere else.
You stand up from the chair as Elvis has let you free and grab a poolstick from the wall. Red snickers.
“We should probably start runnin’ now, huh?”
“Yup.” Elvis smirks, popping the ‘P’ as he shoves the guys out of the way and starts making a run for it. You were immediately hot on all of their heels, your main suspect being Elvis, as you yell profanities at them while trying not to laugh.
Both you and Elvis know that this was only the start of what would become a very, very long prank war and you’re determined to take his title away from him, although you doubted you’d succeed at that.
As long as it didn’t involve ouija boards and any kind of demonic possession, Elvis was ready for whatever you had planned for him. But just to be absolutely sure, he made a mental reminder to have Lisa Marie stay at Graceland for Halloween next year so he could benefit of the free candy and admire your matching costumes with his daughter rather than thinking he was going to have to give you up to the Devil.
Because one way or another, he would shoot the sonofabitch.
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hey ml! what’s your opinion on Elvis with assistant!reader?
like where the Colonel hired reader as a assistant to keep track of Elvis’s tours, interviews, etc.
would love to see the headcanon ideas you have for this!^^
Elvis Presley x Assistant!Reader Headcanons
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When you're first hired, Elvis would know straight away whether he liked you or not - and you certainly liked him not only for his looks but also for his charisma and confidence while around you. He'll make sure you know immediately the difference between his on stage and private personality, especially since he has no reason to pretend around you if you're going to be around and helping him so much.
He'll be very close to you and flirty when he first develops an interest with you, but due to his feelings he'll also be quite bashful. He'll go out of his way to spoil you and give you extra breaks or treat you to nice meals for all of your 'hard work', but this is just an attempt for him to get you to see him as a generous and kind person that you would want to be around. Especially as he's more than capable of providing anything you could ever want.
Elvis will recognise that he holds a position of power over you, but if he feels like you're fully aware of what you're getting yourself into regarding a relationship with him, and that you completely want what he does, then he wouldn't have any problem with it. Others may bring up the fact that you are his assistant, but he would dismiss it and have them treat you just the way they treat him.
Elvis is always surrounded by people, but he's still incredibly lonely. He can hardly open up to anyone about personal problems or matters and he's constantly being overworked or forced to keep up his image in public. Because of this he'll grow to have a natural attachment towards you as you get to see him during his best and worse moments, and because it's your job to help him so much he also find you to be comfortable to open up to when he desperately needs to.
While he has your support, you're able to see that he's able to maintain his health a lot better than when the two of you had first met. He finally has someone who listens to him and can drop him from an interview if he's in need of time to recover from how active he constantly is. You're able to tell him to his face when he's making the wrong decisions and he's very respectful towards you because of that.
Elvis also entirely respects your opinion about all matters, whether that's about the movies he's doing. the songs he sings and even the outfits he wears on stage. He trusts your input and also takes them into consideration when he's trying to think of a logical change or influence when changing something he's doing.
In the long term Elvis would take very good care of you both as an assistant and as someone he holds very dearly in his heart, so no matter the resulting outcome of your relationship he'll always try to have a positive relationship with you. As long as you can see past his famous and confident exterior, then it'll be pretty easy for him to let you in and see the real Elvis when no one else is looking.
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hey!! id love to get a Elvis x reader headcanons <3
young!elvis presley x reader headcanons
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • austin butler x reader headcanons ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
a/n: elvis is the love of my life and so i actually had to write for him. im gonna say this tales place in ‘54-56ish — and y’all can read this as elvis or austin!elvis hope you enjoy!! 💌🩰💋
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dating young elvis would include…
you guys met in memphis shortly after elvis’ rise to fame
he saw you at an event he was playing at where you hit it off immediately
he was actually really shy when he first came up and talked to you
which surprised you
he thought you were the most gorgeous person the room
and eventually you two started dating
he gets really nervous before shows and you always calm him down
he tries to keep you out of the public eye and is super protective of you its really cute
gladys (his mom) loves you so much
elvis made sure his mom was the first person he introduced you to
bc he loves her so much and wanted her to like you
he loves treating you
“elvis you didn’t have to buy me a car”
“i just want you to know how much i love you baby”
he loves it when you run your fingers though his hair
for your birthday he wrote a song for you
you get jealous sometimes because of all of the girls who fawn over him
a/n: yes i am one of those girls
but he always lets you know how much he loves you and how it all means nothing to him
HE SINGS YOU TO SLEEP
and calls you “baby” all the time 🤭
he is super gentle with you
and blushes so easy omg like you’ll give him one compliment
and that little SMIRK he does 👀 he knows what he’s doing
sometimes you just lay together for hours
you’re his biggest fan
and your support means the world to him
he always puts a hand on your waist or your thigh or on the small of your back
AND HIS HANDS— ✨🙈
he’s actually the best nurse and can’t stand to see you upset
“baby, what’s wrong?”
he’s actually really ticklish
when he’s tired after a long day he just loves coming home and cuddling with you
he just loves you so much and can’t wait to marry you someday <3
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ˋ°•*⁀➷ i hope you guys enjoyed this!! love elvis sm and if you want me to do headcanons for older!elvis x reader I’m down for that!! hope you have a wonderful day/night my elvis fans 🍓
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Only Ones Who Know — an Elvis Presley x Reader slow burn series (chapter two)
Pairing: Austin Butler!Elvis Presley x f!Reader
Type: series (chapter 2 / ?)
Warnings: fluff, some angst, pining, long lost lovers, slow burn, a very intense sexy makeout, brief discussions of racial tensions
Prompt: You and Elvis grew up together; he was your best friend and first love, but he and his family moved away. Eight years later, Elvis walks into the diner where you work…and he doesn’t recognize you. But there’s an intense connection between the two of you. Should you let things between you play out organically, or should you tell him who you really are?
Word Count (by chapter): 5K
Rating (by chapter): M (mature)
A/N: Wow! I am so overwhelmed by the response to the first chapter of my new slowburn series! I wrote chapter two here in the car on a road trip with my family (lol) so excuse the typos. Things get pretty steamy here but actual smut to come, I promise y’all.
I wrote this fic visualizing Austin!Elvis, but you could also read it with real!Elvis as well if you prefer. The events of this series are kind of a combination of real life events from Elvis’ life and the events of the film; thus, it may not follow the outline of events exactly as they appear the film. Inspiration for the plot more closely but loosely resembles real life documentations of Elvis’ life in 1956.
Please for the love of all that is holy, comment/reblog/send asks if you want to see more of my writing—thank you in advance! ♡, Juni
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My first kiss with Elvis Presley was on the roof of his family’s house in Tupelo, under the stars of the Mississippi sky.
We were both thirteen, and he was my first love. Before that, he was my best friend, and before even that, he was just the boy next door.
But as I grew up and learned about the ways of the world, all the good and the bad, he grew up right beside me. We grew closer and closer. And by that summer, the summer of 1948, the War finally over…he was my everything, and I was his.
But that was back then. Now, eight years later, he didn’t even recognize me.
So what?
I left the benefit concert in a daze, with Elvis’s last words to me still ringing in my ears. “‘Meet me at Beale Street, tonight. Club Handy.” I took the bus home and changed as fast as I could. And I made my way to Beale Street.
I was no stranger to Memphis’s famous Beale Street—or infamous, depending on who you asked. Rich with history and culture, the bustling street was fueled by the memory of what it used to be and the hopes of what it might become. Increasing racial pressures from local coalitions and government entities threatened the commerce of Beale Street and the security of its people, but that didn’t stop its shop owners and patrons from persevering as they always had.
Beale Street was alive tonight. Music sounded from nearly every joint. And it felt like home to me, for the music that was birthed there was the music I grew up surrounded by.
The Independence Day excitement in the central city, where the benefit concert had been, must have transcended to the southside, where flocks of men and women filled the streets with invigorating zeal and a hunger for excitement. Every club was full, packed to the brim with dancing bodies and the beat of the drumset or the crowing of brass. There were so many people on Beale Street that they spilled out of the clubs’ entrances, doting each other on their arms, sweating and laughing and dancing.
I shouldered my way past the crowds on the sidewalk, scanning left and right for a figure that stood out—because surely, a man like Elvis Presley would stick out like a sore thumb at a place like this, a place in which a white man became the minority. There was no sight of him yet, so I meandered my way to the entrance to Club Handy. It already had a long line of people waiting, who looked at me in annoyance as I pushed to the front.
“Back of the line,” the bouncer gruffed when I approached him.
“I’m supposed to meet someone here,” I said, trying to sound convincing with a sultry tone. “So I was wondering if there’s anything at all I can do to cut the line here to get in?”
The bouncer gave me a once over, but he shook his head. “No can do,” he said. “Special performance tonight.”
I wondered who was performing. “Anything I can do to change your mind?” I asked, despite the glaring eyes of the people I had cut in line boring into the back of my head.
“Wish I could for ya, miss. But if you’re not performing and you’re not on the list, I can’t let you in. Owner’s orders.”
I left the bouncer to stand by the wall under the enclave, feeling miffed. Of all the nights I was to meet up with Elvis, and it was the busiest night you’d ever seen on Beale Street. I had no way of knowing if Elvis were already inside or not, waiting for me. And if I didn’t see him again tonight, would I ever see him again?
I thought again about the way he’d kissed me in the crowd, and then again behind the stage. The yearning in his eyes. He had the same expression on his face as the one he’d had eight years ago when his family had left Tupelo. If he didn’t recognize me now, all grown up, he had to have felt the same soul connection that I felt.
As if to answer my own question, a commotion from down the way caught my eye. Onlookers were gazing out toward the street, chattering with excitement. Curious, I peered out in the direction of their line of interest.
A shiny Cadillac had just parked on the street. A crowd was already starting to form around it—mostly women, but a fair share of men, too, all of whom were buzzing with excitement about the man in the Cadillac.
Who was, of course, none other than Elvis Presley.
He stood out—and not just because of the crowd, or the color of his skin in contrast to the rest. He glowed with an exuberance that was simply indescribable, albeit a different sort of glow than the one he’d had onstage earlier that night. He had changed into a shirt made a collared pink shirt made of intricate lace that would have looked ostentatious on anyone else, but on him, it looked exquisite. His black hair was perfectly slicked back. He regarded the crowd of fans warmly, shaking their hands and signing books, but he was scanning the street, looking for something. Or for someone.
For me?
For me.
Elvis’s eyes locked on mine. His whole face lit up like I was the only person in the whole world he wanted to see—which didn’t make sense, because in his mind, we had just met today. But that didn’t make it any less meaningful. My cheeks flooded with heat as he came striding right over to me.
“Missy,” he said in that unmistakable Southern drawl as he approached. “You’re here.”
It felt surreal again to be so near to him. “I thought you might already be inside,” I said in a rush. “But it’s packed. I couldn’t get in.”
“Oh, we’ll find a way in, darlin’,” Elvis replied. His eyes painted a lavish brushstroke down and up my body, soaking in my appearance, and I felt like I might implode. “Should be against the law to look that gorgeous.”
I glanced down at my outfit—I had changed, too, into a fitted dress with a wrapped v-neck bodice and a circle skirt, my favorite dress to go dancing in. And then I looked back at him, in his lace shirt and thin black trousers.
“I could say the same to you.”
Elvis laughed, showing his white teeth, and the sound was so musical it could accentuate the sounds of the blues pouring out from every club. “We make a helluva pair, then, Missy.” His silly nickname sounded so good coming from his lips. I silently thanked Ray, the cook at the diner, for coming up with the nickname while in earshot of the rocker. It was a good cover for my real name, which Elvis would certainly have recognized.
It felt so strange, living this alternate identity around Elvis as Missy. I found myself oddly freed by the notion of starting with a blank slate with him. He didn’t recognize me—so what? Missy could be anyone I wanted her to be.
And Missy, I realized with a smile, wants to have a bit of fun with Elvis tonight.
His entourage of fans caught up to him then, forming a growing crowd on the sidewalk behind him. Elvis smiled graciously at them, but he was attracting a lot of attention. A few of them were squealing, reaching out to touch his arms—
“E.P.!” The voice came from the doors to Club Handy, which had swung open, and a man was peering his head out. He beamed at Elvis. “That’s my man! Miles, let the guy in.”
Elvis beamed back, and suddenly he was grabbing my hand and leading me down. Before I had time to revel at the feeling of his skin on mine, he was dragging me through the crowd and up to the doors of Club Handy. “Is there room for the two of us?” Elvis asked.
“Absolutely.” The man let us in, closing the door, and began to lead us up the narrow stairwell. “It’s so good to see you, man.”
“Always a pleasure, B.B.,” Elvis replied.
I gaped. B.B. as in… B.B. King?
“I’m so glad you’re here,” B.B. was saying as we approached the sounds from the club up the stairs. He then turned and extended a hand to me. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure?”
“I’m—ah, call me Missy,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Missy, you and your date tonight are in for a real treat.”
Life was beginning to take on that same hazy, fantastical quality I had felt earlier that evening at the benefit concert. The kind of feeling you get when you feel completely disconnected from reality, at the whim of the world around you, and all you could do is just watch your feet move on their own and try to convince yourself you’re not dreaming. But when we finally reached the top and B.B. pushed open the door to the club, the feeling of complete unreality was set in for good.
The club was more packed as I’d ever seen it and nearly as hot as a sauna. But it was the kind of heat that made you feel energized, made you feel on fire with zeal. The ensemble of musicians at the front of the room amplified the heat with a sound like no other. The frontman was on fire, too, and once I spotted his makeup and attire, I immediately understood why Club Handy was so boisterous tonight; they were all here to see him perform. It was unmistakably Little Richard. I’d heard rumors of the flamboyant musician making the rounds through the bars of Memphis this summer, but seeing him in the flesh was a different level of Unreal.
Elvis turned and smiled at me. “You been here before?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the music and the crowd.
“Once or twice,” I replied. My roommates and I have come a couple of times prior for music and dancing. But never on a night like this.
B.B. led us to a reserved booth seat at the back of the venue. The air in the club was thick with heat and cigarette smoke and the smell of booze, but even sitting across from Elvis in the booth, all I could suddenly smell was his cologne.
“Who would have thought we’d have two of Memphis’s biggest stars gracing our presence on the same night?” B.B. King said.
Elvis waved him off. “I’m getting away from all that tonight.”
“Hardly. I saw all your fans out there, E.P. They love you.”
Inexplicably, Elvis’s expression became bashful. “If only I had half the talent as this guy,” he said, gesturing to Little Richard on the stage, who was putting on an enthralling show for the little club.
“A man like Little Richard could have your talent four times over, Elvis, and he’d still never become a big shot the way you have. All because of the color of his skin.”
I listened as Elvis and B.B. engaged in conversation about the performer. There was a pitcher of alcohol, containing something sweet and made of rum, and I poured myself a glass. But before long, B.B. was standing up and bidding us farewell.
“Enjoy your date,” he told me with a wink. “You know where to find me, E.P.”
As he departed, Elvis scooted down the booth so he was seated right next to me. “This guy up there,” he spoke in my ear so I could hear him over the noise. “He deserves all the money and fame in the world.”
“He’s amazing,” I said in awe. “I can’t believe we got in tonight.”
“I’ve got my connections,” he drawled.
“Clearly you do!”
We watched Little Richard, wailing his heart out as the band launches into a new tune, one you recognize as Tutti Frutti. “They’re calling him the Architect of Rock and Roll,” Elvis says after a while.
“They’re calling you The King,” I noted.
Elvis shook his head. “They have it all wrong. Guys like B.B. and Richard, they’re the real kings. If I could let them take my place, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
I studied his face. There was a layer of something new to his expression, something I hadn’t seen this afternoon at the diner or during the performance. Something must have happened after the show. I wondered what it was. Did he get flack from his manager about the benefit concert?
His face now reminded me so much of the Elvis Presley I’d once known. The scrawny, shy kid from Tupelo. The one who used to run to my house to bring me half of his dinner when my family couldn’t afford enough for a meal.
Such humble beginnings, and look at us now.
He saw me staring. And he smiled.
“I’m glad you’re here, with me,” he says.
“Why?”
“Because when I met you at that diner, I thought to myself that I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t try to see you again.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. “You’ve only just met me, you know. You could have found any other girl to dote on your shoulder.” I said it derisively, but with a sly smirk, so he knew I was flirting.
And sure enough, it captured his attention like a moth to a light. He couldn’t take his eyes off my face, my smile. “Maybe so,” he drawled. “But I’m glad it’s you.”
“But you don’t even know me, Elvis Presley,” I accused him. “And I frankly don’t know you either.” Not anymore, at least.
He pursed his pretty lips. “That’s the thing,” he said, his voice suddenly husky against my ear. “I feel as though I’ve known you a long, long time.”
Hmm, I wonder why? I thought bitterly to myself. “I’m just a girl who works at a diner,” I dismissed him.
“But there’s just somethin’ about you…”
I couldn’t explain why, but the notion of Elvis’s attraction to me was equally as infuriating as it was compelling. Of course, I felt the same toward him, but for him to be drawn to me without a single thought in his daft head that he should remember who I am? I wanted to slap him. I wanted to kiss him. Instead, I just downed the rest of my glass with a big gulp and stood up.
“Where ya going?” he asked. I observed the fear in his eyes that I was leaving for good. But I just flashed my teeth at him.
“To dance.”
Emboldened by the alcohol, I sauntered to the center of the club, feeling the burn of his eyes on my back. What with the dim lights, the crowded bodies, and the haze of smoke, it didn’t take long to become completely engulfed by the crowd.
I joined them in movement with the beat of the music. The movement came like second nature, especially under the influence of the booze. I didn’t care who watched, although as I danced and danced, I hoped it wouldn’t be long until Elvis came to his senses and caught up with me.
Sure enough, after a while, I felt a tall presence from behind me, followed closely by the smell, a warm, sultry musk, and I knew he’d finally come to find me. I turned my head to look up at him through my periphery. He was tall, and by the sway of his body, I guessed that he’s had a couple of drinks of his own.
And suddenly, we were dancing together. At first, I felt just the slightest of brush of his body beside mine as he finds his rhythm, but as the music progresses and the press of the crowd gets closer and closer against us, he has no choice but to press his own body closer and closer to mine. Still facing away from him, the both of us watching Little Richard up by the stage in appreciation, we carefully avoided each other’s eyes. But I couldn’t ignore the feel of his hips against my backside. And then, the feel of his hands on my waist.
The tension between our bodes became so thick it was almost palpable. I rested my hands on his, giving him permission to press his fingers more firmly into my hips.
Before long, my back was flush against his chest while we danced. The band launched into a new song, something slower, heavier, sultrier. Elvis took the lead, then, pushing my body away only to grasp my hand and twirl me around so I’m facing him. The man’s eyes soaked me up, drew me up toward him, drew me in, held me captive. I soaked up the sight of him as well. He looked so undeniably handsome, even with—or perhaps, especially with—the way the sweat glistened on his brow and how a lock of his hair had fallen out of the neat pompadour.
And then Elvis was moving with me again, effortlessly keeping time with the sway of the music, the motion of my hips. He smirked at me, a cocky, enrapturing gesture, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Looks like you don’t need a stage to make those hips move, cowboy,” I purred.
“Easy to dance when I’ve got a pretty gal to dance with,” he quipped back. His eyes, piercing blue and still lined with the residual blackness from his makeup from earlier, were hard to look away from. Not that I wanted to. He was easily the most charming, captivating man I’ve ever been near.
And he was very, very near, then, as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed his hand into my lower back, pulling my chest against his. I allowed my hands to snake up his arms, feeling his lean muscles beneath my fingertips. My heart hammered in my chest as he brought his other hand up to my face. His hand was so big that I could rest my cheek in the palm of it while his fingers curled against the hair at the nape of my neck. When I leaned into his touch, he tilted my body forward into a dip, exposing the skin of my neck and chest to the ceiling. He trailed his lips an inch away from my body, and then pulling me back upright, I felt his mouth against my earlobe. His hot breath sent a wave of chills across my body, despite the heat of the club.
“Tell me your real name,” he demanded in a low rasp.
“I’ll never tell,” I replied, my voice just as thick as his. I was suddenly aware of just how turned on I felt, with his hips against mine, his warm breath on my neck, his hands against me so surely. God, I suddenly wanted his hands all over me.
“Why not, darlin’?” Elvis squeezed my hip, ever so slightly, but enough to make me melt like chocolate in his arms.
“Because I like it when you call me Missy.” Surely, with the direction this was going, he’d be satisfied with at least that for a name to call me.
A name to call me when we…well…
Maybe the disorientation of my dissociation was slowly fading, because I suddenly had the delicious, terrifying realization of where this could go.
“If that’s what you want, then, Missy,” Elvis murmured, his hips still moving against mine with that sensual rhythm. “I’ll call you anything you want tonight.”
“And tomorrow?” I cooed.
He chuckled a bit. “What’s tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow can be whatever you want,” I said suggestively.
His eyes widened. “Well… Tomorrow, I’ll insist on your real name. But tonight, Missy will do.”
We couldn’t make it to the end of the song.
Elvis dragged me through the crowd, along a back corridor of the club I hadn’t seen at all when we first came in, which led to what looked like an emergency exit by the windows. It was dark and obscured from the view of the dance floor. And there was nobody here.
Elvis kissed me for a third time. But it was less of a kiss and more of an attack of his mouth against mine, an attack I was more than willing to endure. He pressed me roughly against the brick wall and I lost all sense of reason as his lips assailed me with a harshness and yet a simultaneous softness I’ve never experienced before. I let out a little squeak of surprise, which he consumed with a wanton growl of his own.
My silent wish from earlier came true, the wish to have Elvis’s hands all over my body. He touched me as if he were parched and desperate for the oasis of my body. I gripped at his hips, pressing him more firmly into me as he moved his lips to my neck. There was a shared feeling between the two of us, between our two bodies, partly the feeling of gratefulness for the sliver of privacy here in the dingy corridor, partly the feeling of intense and critical mutual need for the other. Whatever the feeling, it made me dizzy with desire.
“So gorgeous,” he groaned as he kissed my neck. I didn’t say anything back, couldn’t, the words seemingly caught in my throat where his lips were. They trailed up my neck to my ear, where his teeth brushed against my earlobe before he whispered, “You hear me, darlin’? You’re so beautiful.”
The only breathy response I could muster in return was his name.
He was pressed against me so intensely that I was practically sitting on the thigh he had me straddling against the wall. The movement of his leg elicited a steady warmth in my body that pooled between my legs. I arched into him and clawed at his body, my mind completely blank of any thoughts except right here, right now, and…
“Wanna get outta here, luv?”
The meaning behind his words was a defibrillator to my heart. Reality crashed upon me. Where I had been existing in a haze all night, I suddenly became aware of the world around me, aware of Elvis’s body, aware of my own again.
Aware of who he was, who he had once been.
I stiffened in his arms.
Elvis, readily listening to my body language, immediately leaned away. When he saw my expression, he took half a step away from the wall, and I regained my balance.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“I can’t,” I said. My heart was suddenly racing, and it wasn’t just from desire anymore.
Elvis’s face dropped. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, darlin’,” he said softly.
I gulped. “I know, it’s just—“ I scanned for the exit. “I—I just can’t do this, Elvis.”
“What d’ya—?”
He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before I was pushing away from him and heading toward the exit in a rush. But he grabbed my hand, gently tugging me back to him, not in coercion or with mal intent, but in confusion, in an attempt to glean an answer.
“Hold on, hold on,” he said. “What happened? Was it something I said?”
“Thank you for the ticket to the concert,” I said, “but I can’t do this. I…I have to go.”
“Please,” he urged. “Don’t leave—Missy. Talk to me.” His scours my face for any semblance of an answer for what he’d done wrong.
In truth, he hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. I knew that, of course I did. But suddenly, I couldn’t bear to let him be with me under the l circumstances. I couldn’t ignore the pain that he didn’t recognize who I was.
I could tell him. I knew I could. I could tell him, and he would know. And even if he didn’t recognize me, he certainly hadn’t forgotten. How could he have forgotten the way I had professed my love to him like a stupid kid?
But once he knew who I was, how could I face him now after where we’d left things eight years ago?
Meeting Elvis organically was an act of serendipity. And the shared connection we had was unlike anything else. But how could I let this go further without him knowing who I really was?
Before, I had felt confident stepping into the mystere of the Missy identity. But now, it just felt disingenuous to him.
I couldn’t let myself give into the temptation. It wasn’t meant to be.
“I have to go,” I said again sadly.
It must have been something in my tone that led him to finally drop my hand.
I gave him one last, long look before I slowly turned and left the club, leaving him alone in the smoke and the haze.
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The Presleys were moving to Memphis.
Elvis didn’t even have the guts to tell me himself. I’d had to find out through our classmates, who whispered the news throughout the hallways like weeds spreading through a garden. I didn’t even have to confront him about it to know that the rumor was true; he had been avoiding me all week, and that alone spoke volumes.
I was thirteen. I was in love. And my heart was about to get broken.
On the day the Presleys were supposed to leave, I concocted a plan. When my parents had gone to bed for the night, I snuck into the hallway closet and took the one decent suitcase we owned. I took it back to my room and started packing my belongings.
I snuck out the dusty window in the kitchen. And I hauled myself and the suitcase down the dirt street to the Presley residence. Parked in front of their house, their 1939 Plymouth was already loaded up with their trunks of belongings.
The light to Elvis’s bedroom on the second floor was on. I gathered a handful of stones from the dirt road and threw them up to the window until he appeared in the frame, frowning down at me.
He was the most beautiful boy I had ever known. And he was leaving me.
When he finally emerged by the back door, the first thing he said to me after a whole week of silence was, “You can’t be here, Y/N.”
“Yes, I can,” I argued.
Elvis looked furtively back toward the house. “No, you can’t. If Mama saw me out here talkin’ with you, she’d kill me.”
“I don’t care.” I gripped the strap of my suitcase tighter. Elvis’s eyes tracked the movement.
“What are you doing with that?” he frowned.
I straightened my shoulders. “I’m coming with you to Memphis.”
“You’re—” Elvis stepped over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders degradingly. “No, Y/N. You can’t come with us.”
My name came out of his mouth like a disappointed sigh. But I just ground my heels and gritted my teeth.
“I’ll hitchhike to Memphis, then,” I insisted. “And then we can be together there.”
“You don’t understand, Y/N,” he said with a groan. He threw his hand to his forehead. “You have to stay here, with your family. And I have to go, with mine.”
“Yeah, but—”
“We can’t be together,” he said definitively. “Ever.”
As his words sunk in, fat tears welled in my eyes. “But I love you, Elvis. We’re meant to be together.”
Elvis just stared at me. “You…love me?” His mouth formed a hard line. But I saw his eyes glisten, too. “You can’t.”
“But I do!”
“Go home, Y/N,” was all he said.
I heard his Mama, then, calling for him from inside the house. He looked back nervously, and then he looked at me. He shook his head as he watched me cry, but it looked like he was trying not to cry, too. And then he turned and went back inside the house.
I sat behind the bush across from their house on top of my suitcase and cried as the Presleys loaded into their car that night, and without another goodbye, drove away to Tennessee, leaving their life in Tupelo behind forever.
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Great! So could I request some headcanons about Austin!little elvis with reader, if you like it reader could be yandere. Maybe he slips to a pretty young headpsaces and we're taking care of him but elvis is kinda cranky and throw a big tantrum?
little!austin!elvis x female reader headcanons.
“ brats don't get cuddles. ”
okay so.
elvis is usually a good boy, like, a very good boy.
he obeys you, follows your every step and smiles at everything you do / say.
so you don't understand why is he being such a brat today.
first, when you woke up, you notice he was hugging his bear so tight you wonder how the teddy bear didn't explode. you immediately knew he was in his little space when he went to bed.
you woke him up as carefully as you could, cooing at him and brushing his rebel hair out of his face.
but. you were met with a frown, him pushing your hand away as he smashed his face to his pillow, mumbling a “ don' wanna. ”
you frown, confused at his hostile behavior but you decide to drop it as you insist on him waking up.
he does, after some minutes, not without throwing his teddy to the ground and walking to the bathroom.
you stand up, telling him you'll help him bath but he closes the bathroom door with a bang.
you take a step back. if you were shocked before now you were petrified.
of course, you knew how overworked he was and how the colonel could be a big dick to him but he never lashed out on you.
deciding to making him feel better, you go downstairs to make him breakfast. his favorite sandwich with some homemade orange juice.
he arrives as you put the table.
“ baby-. ” “ not hungry. ” he snarls before plumping himself to the couch.
you stand there with a plate in your hand as he turns on the tv, ignoring you.
okay, perhaps he had a bad day yesterday so it's okay. you could fix it.
you walk towards him, standing next to the tv. “ baby, i did your favorite. ” you say with a tone of excitement. elvis doesn't acknowledge you so you continue. “ toasted and with lots of jelly, just how you like it. ”
he sighs, “ are you gonna stand there and talking if i don't eat? ” he says with a harsh tone he usually wears when he is mad at someone. you're left speechless but you nod.
he turns off the TV and walks to the dining room, takes the sandwich off the plate and walks to the couch.
“ elvis baby, you'll get crumbs. ”
“ so what? ” he asks with his mouth full of bread, you frown in disgust.
“ don't talk with your mouth full. ” you cross your arms, looking at him with your best stern look.
“ why? don't ya like it? ” he sticks his tongue out.
you gasp. “ elvis! ”
he just scoffs, eating again.
the next time you notice him being mean without any reason was the last straw.
it was a few hours later, elvis had the day off so you didn't care about the colonel. you wanted to focus on your little boy.
seems like elvis had other ideas as he only wanted to watch TV.
you sat next to him, in hopes of talking and solving whatever that was going on with him.
“ elvis-. ”
“ what. ”
you close your eyes, trying to remain calm.
“ i want to talk. to ask you what's going on. ”
“ no. ” he whispers. but then he looks at you and that makes you feel hopeful.
“ i wan' cuddles. ”
you sigh before shaking your head. “ no, elvis, we need to talk. ”
he whimpers, making grabby hands at you. you deny again.
“ come on! ” he screams at you.
“ no, brats don't get cuddles. ” you sternly say. making him get angrier.
he stands up.
“ i'm doing what you want! ” he answers as if that was an argument. “ like always you gotta be the boss of everything-. ”
“ ELVIS AARON PRESLEY, DO NOT TALK TO ME THAT WAY! ” you finally snap at him, screaming as you point at him.
silence fills the room.
elvis gulps before his lip trembles. he runs upstairs while sobbing.
you sigh, caressing your forehead with your fingers as you pace around the room.
you don't understand why elvis is being so mean. but, like the good momma you were, you're gonna solve it.
you walk upstairs, knocking on the door. “ elvis? it's me. ” sobs are heard through the door. “ it's momma. ”
the sobs stop when he answers. “ come in. ” he sniffs after saying it.
you enter with soft steps, afraid of making him afraid. you sadly smile at the sight of his curling body.
elvis was always sensitive, even if he wasn't on little space, so you understood his tantrum. what you couldn't understand was why was he being such a bad boy right now.
“ baby. tell momma what's wrong. ”
elvis sniffs as you sit on the bed, he crawls to you, placing his head on your lap.
“ colonel was mean. ” his voice is enough to break your heart, he sounds so sad.
“ he was? ”
he nods. “ yes. he was mean to el. ”
you coo at the sound of his nickname, hugging him closer to you. “ oh, my baby boy. ”
at your comfort, elvis breaks. “ i had to be big, momma. ” he sniffs, hugging you tightly. “ he screamed at me. he was so-. ” his sobs interrupt him and you have to hold your tears.
seeing elvis in such a state makes you want to get up and punch the colonel with as much strength as you can.
but now, you have to focus on your little el.
“ he's a mean man, baby, you're right. ” you whisper as you caress his hair, which successfully calms him down a bit. “ but i am here now. you don't have to be big, you don't have to force yourself to be a big boy. ”
he nods, you see him trying to hold his sobs back. “ 'm sorry, mama. ”
“ it's okay. ” you whisper, kissing his head before making him sit correctly; you hold his face in your hands. “ but next time, tell mama. don't be mean to her, 'kay? momma doesn't like to see you like that. she wants to fix it. ”
elvis nods with a pout before hugging you.
“ love you momma. elvis loves you. ” he whispers.
it makes you smile.
“ momma loves elvis more. ” you kiss his cheek before breaking the hug.
“ now. what you say if we go downstairs to draw while momma makes us some snacks, huh? ”
elvis' eyes brighten up and his smile grows.
“ yeah! ” he exclaims before grabbing your hand to take the both of you downstairs.
elvis was such a spoiled boy.
but you didn't care a bit. just as he was happy.
you just want him to be happy.
#elvis x reader#elvis headcanons#elvis 2022#austin elvis x reader#austin elvis fandom#austin elvis headcanons#elvis presley headcanons
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bookshop and cafe date with jason todd <3
𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
someone headcanoned that jacob elordi is jason todd and i can't get it out of my head .!!.
models in this moodpboard are not any depiction of s/o, just the aesthetic of the photos
#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝#jason todd x gn!reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x reader#jason todd imagine#jason todd smut#jason todd x y/n#jacob elordi felt ‘dead inside’ making ‘ridiculous&039; ‘kissing booth’ movies#jacob elordi addresses rumor that he’ll be the next james bond#jacob elordi icons#jacob elordi gifs#jacob elordi details grim diet for elvis presley transformation in priscilla#jacob elordi#saltburn 2023#saltburn#batfam incorrect quotes#batfam x reader#batfam headcanons#batfam shenanigans#batfam poll#batfamily#wfa#wfa spoilers#batman wfa#batfam wfa#wfa webtoon#wfa season 2#batfam#dc robin
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At his mercy.
Rating: 18+ MDNI. You read at your own risk.
Pairing: dom!Austin Butler x shy!girlfriend!reader
Summary: Austin fucks you in his ‘The late late show’ suit.
Warnings: NSFW. SMUT. this is PURE FILTH; age gap; austin is definitely a DOM in this (you can't tell me otherwise); swearing; pet names; fingers sucking; oral (m receiving); size kink; praise kink; austin referring to himself as daddy (just twice); unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it); creampie; cockwarming (sorta??).
a/n: English is not my first language, this is the first time I’ve written from Italian to English and after two months of writing and translating this work I really don't know what came out, so please forgive any mistake✨ leave a comment down here and let me know what you think✨
Enjoy!
It's late at night, the lights outside are already out, and the street lamps are the only ones left to light the wet road while everything around is sleeping and waiting for a new day to come. Not a sound, not a noise is bothering the atmosphere outside except for the sweet rustles of trees on the street as a black Range Rover nears the driveway.
Shortly after, the sudden noise of a door opening makes you skip a beat, taking you off-guard and waking you from your sleep. He is back.
Your eyelids open slowly and you instinctively look at the alarm on the nightstand. 1:30 am.
"As usual," you think.
It takes you a little to realize that you fell asleep too early and didn't wait awake for him— as you always do, but you had a very stressful day at college and you couldn't help yourself to give in to the comfy bed beneath you.
So you decide to wait for him to make his way into the bedroom before you can close your eyes again.
You hear him from upstairs while he tosses the keys on the side table at the entrance, then a series of muffled noises follow.
And then, again, silence.
You feel your eyes getting heavy and you know that you'll fall asleep soon. But not without him.
And noticing he's still not gone upstairs yet you decide to get down to him.
You rise from the bed and a breath of wind wraps around your shoulders as soon as the blanket leaves your body, leading you to wear your white satin robe before going downstairs.
Your bare feet meet every cold step unnoticeably, the high temperature difference between the two floors causing you to shrug.
You're searching for him, your eyes are looking at every corner of the living room while waiting to catch his figure until your feet finally touch the ground.
You see him.
Standing in front of the cupboard against the wall, bottle in his hand as he pours himself a large glass of whiskey.
Austin.
He is wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit from Prada that perfectly matches his blue eyes, the jacket left open to reveal a black mesh shirt, half undone and barely covering his toned, tanned chest.
It suits him heavenly.
His eyes look up to meet yours as soon as he feels your presence.
“Hey” he murmurs in a low and raspy voice.
“Hi” you respond and get closer to him, trying to greet him properly.
Seeing you lean in he puts the bottle back in its place and in no time you feel his arm around your waist. Austin lowers his head for his lips to meet yours in a chaste and tender kiss, the first one after an entire day away from each other.
Your hand travels up his spine, reaching the nape of his neck and starting caressing it, your fingers sneaking between his hair gently as you hold yourself closer to his chest. His body is so warm against yours, his warmth filling your heart completely and making you feel safe in the tight grip of his strong arms.
You’ve missed him so much.
The last period has been very exhausting for him, every day passes between interviews, photoshoots and premieres and he's terribly busy, and considering that you too have your things to do with college and all, you're both forced to be apart from each other. But despite all of this, you always try to do your best to support him, following him at the events when possible or watching him on TV, waiting for him until he gets home— like you should've done today too.
Soon your lips move away with a tiny 'pop' and your eyes meet, a shy smile appearing on both of your faces.
“How was your day?” you ask, breaking the silence.
“Great, just a lil tiring” he sighs, caressing your hip gently “have you seen the show?”
You nod without hesitation.
“Of course I did,” a sense of pride overwhelms you seeing him smile slightly at your obviousness “just for you.”
“Really?” he grins, pretending to be surprised as his eyes look down at yours and you nod again.
“Yeah”
“Good girl” he places two of his fingers under your chin, lifting it up for your lips to meet his again in a quick kiss before he pulls away from you and takes the full glass of whiskey in his hand.
You shudder thinking about the pet name.
Good girl...
“And what about you? How was college today?”
Your gaze never leaves him, following each one of his movements while he reaches the couch and takes a seat between the black leather cushions. A shiver runs down your spine, stopping right on your lower stomach. Your mind gets fuzzy, distracting you from his question.
Legs wide apart, broad shoulders resting on the back of the sofa, his right hand on his knee and thigh as the left one brings the edge of the glass towards his mouth, needing a sip. The bitter and yellowish liquid runs down his throat, and his eyes shut just for a second until he swallows it, licking his plump lips after.
You feel yourself throb around nothing at the sight of him manspreading, and your thighs instantly rub together at the thought of every single time you've seen him doing that same thing: eyes closed, lips and tongue wet— not from whiskey.
You don't know why, you don't even know how to explain it to yourself, but seeing him like this sparked something inside you since you saw him on ‘The Late Late Show’ tonight. Something able to keep your mouth shut and your eyes glued to him.
He looks so confident. So dominant. So powerful. Right now, he could move mountains at his pleasure just by lifting a finger if he only wanted to.
And that damn suit... God, you want to sit on his lap so bad.
You'd do it immediately if only you weren't so shy to stand still at your place, merely biting at your lower lip while fantasizing about the mighty man in front of you, a gesture so simple but not enough to go unnoticed— not to him. Not to Austin.
His icy eyes linger on you again and this is the exact moment where you come back to reality and blush.
“What's up?” your awkwardness leads you to open your mouth and talk before you can remember a very important detail.
You still haven't answered his question.
“I asked you” he emphasizes, his tone sharp and deep as he takes in another sip and his tongue runs over his lips to wipe them more slowly and languidly than before, never taking his eyes off of yours “how was college today, angel?”
A mischievous grin appears on his face, the name that always knew how to make your stomach twirl makes you understand everything.
You got caught.
“G-good...” you stutter, coughing slightly as your cheeks are on fire for both arousal and embarrassment in front of that one clear consciousness.
You have a lot on your mind at the moment, a thousand thoughts are running through your head and Austin can read every single one of them.
And you know that he can, you know that he knows what you're thinking about.
Austin knows everything about you.
Because he knows you too well.
He can see from a mile away that something inside you snapped. Your body language is enough to let him know what you want and what you need.
He's tired, the only thing he needs at the moment is to finish his drink, take his clothes off and go to sleep with you, but seeing you wearing nothing but that white silk robe that barely covers your thighs as you bashfully bite your lip, thinking about all the shameless things you want him to do to you, is enough to drive him crazy too.
Because he'll never get enough of you.
He lifts his right hand and two of his fingers gesture you to get close.
“C'mere” his order is like liquid gold for you. You walk towards him without blinking, reaching the couch, stepping in front of him as if you've been waiting to all day.
Austin quickly swallows the last drop of whiskey, leaving the now empty glass on the table before grabbing your wrist and putting you between his spread legs.
His fingers manage to undo the tight bow of your robe, taking it off of you to reveal a lovely black satin nightie under it, one of the many he bought you to make up for the many others he ripped off of your body: soft to the touch, lightweight, with thin stripes and lace hems, short enough to leave your ass exposed.
No doubt that it's his favorite one. You're a goddess in it.
His forefinger traces a line up your thigh and reaches the hem of your nightie, your cheeks reddening as soon as he lifts it up, giving you goosebumps.
Austin feels his cock throb in his pants at the sight.
You aren't wearing panties. As he wished.
“No panties, mh?” you shook your head no, feeling the heat starting to pool right on your bare center and your heart pounding in your chest.
You feel so exposed under his touch, so weak, so small, so vulnerable at the feeling of your skin burning under his lingering hot gaze. Your body is completely at his mercy, poorly covered by that tiny piece of fabric while Austin still has his suit on, fully clothed from head to toe, looking at you like an uncompromising master who's thinking about the right treat for his good submissive. And in the darkest and deepest part of yourself, you're loving it.
You love that he always wants to be in control. You love being controlled by him.
At the moment you just want to follow his rules, please him, worship him, be punished if needed, because you want to be a good girl for him and him only.
“Get on your knees, angel.” and when his order comes, you can do nothing more than obey.
Your knees fall to the floor with a soft thud, hands anchored on his thick thighs as you're face to face with his crotch.
Austin's fingers are under your chin again, a gentle reminder for you to pull your gaze up to his face, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.
His baby blues are darkened, filled with craving and lust as they meet your shy and innocent ones waiting for mercy, for him to choose their fate and what is better for them.
Like an angel at God's feet.
“You're such a good little girl for me, you know this?” his voice gets deeper enough to make you feel soaked as he tucks your hair behind your ear.
“So submissive” he praises you in a whisper, his calloused digits moving to caress your cheek, allowing you to surrender to his touch by resting your head on his thigh.
“So responsive” the intense feeling of the cold gold of his rings hits your warm skin and your spine tingles.
His voice is so soft, yet so firm while he praises you that a weak moan leaves your parted lips, Austin taking advantage of it to shove two of his long fingers in your mouth. You know what to do so you embrace them with no hesitation and start sucking, wrapping your lips and tongue around his knuckles as the metallic taste grows strong in your mouth.
“So greedy...”
You are a vision to him, you look so tempting that his hand falls on his crotch to palm himself, his growing erection begging to be freed from his slacks and swallowed up by your throat.
“Bet your pretty little head's just thinking about one thing since I came home, doesn't it?” you nod frantically, his wet digits still in your mouth before he retracts them.
“Use your words.” authority drips from his tone and you sigh.
“Y-yes...” not enough.
“Yes what, angel?” your head lowers again in front of his request but he holds you still in place, grabbing your jaw “Look at me”
“I...” words get stuck in your throat, too shy to let them slip out easily.
“C'mon, don't be shy. Wanna hear you say it” he spurs “what's on your mind?”
Your heart keeps pounding as never before, and at this point, you don't even know how but you say it.
“I want your cock.”
“And where do you want it, angel?” he smirks as he adjusts himself between the cushions, your thighs clenching together to hide the wetness between them.
You love everything about him and the thing you love most is that he's able to read your mind without talking, but right now it seems like he has forgotten about this ability of his own. And you're hating him for this.
Because you know he's doing it on purpose.
He wants to hear your voice.
He wants to hear you beg.
He wants to hear your innocent mouth tell him the dirty things you want from him, the things he knows that make you feel all small and weak.
For this reason you swallow thickly, and gasping with your heart on your sleeve, you answer.
“In m-my mouth.”
“Then take it.” his words are the only green light you needed to put your shyness aside and leave room for the actions you're going to do in silence.
You reach the fly of his trousers with both hands, unzipping it and slipping between the black fabric of his briefs, freeing his cock.
You take it in your hand, he's already hard as it springs free against his stomach, the contact of your fingers against his weak flesh making him gasp.
You feel him. Long, warm and veiny, the tip already reddened and leaking with precum.
Your mouth waters at the sight. You need to make him feel good so bad.
You sit better on your own thighs, adjusting yourself to avoid the feeling of your knees pressing against the carpet before running your hand along his shaft.
Your strokes are slow and gentle, your fingers applying a small amount of pressure, making him breathe heavily.
“Angel...” he's so eager to feel you, the way his hips are bucking up to meet your strokes is silently proving it. So you decide to indulge him.
You lean forward and your lips start kissing his length from the base to the tip. You tease his slit with your thumb before starting to leave kitten licks on his head, feeling his salty taste exploding on your taste buds.
“Mmm, little one...” a deep groan falls from his lips and goes straight to your soaked center, making you shudder in your place “I love feeling your mouth on my cock...”
He seems so much weaker than before, and a strong sense of power washes over you.
“Fuck...” he swears, adjusting the blonde locks falling on his forehead.
The sensation of your warm mouth around his girth already sending him into a state of pure bliss “I'm not going to last long”.
You take a deep breath through your nose and start sucking, slowly moving your head up and down his cock as far as you can, trying your best to please him. His hand ends behind your head, his fingers holding you close to him as he'd never let you go.
“Yes, baby” he grunts “you feel so good”
Arousal is growing more and more inside of you, your pussy getting wetter as juices start flowing out of you because of hearing him moan.
You feel so bold right now, a sense of euphoria takes over you all of a sudden and makes you grind uncontrollably, searching for friction to ease the ache between your thighs while your head bobs faster around him.
“Yes, just like that, keep going baby...” you do as you're told. You keep sucking, and Austin's grip between your hair tightens.
The cool metal of his rings presses against the nape of your neck, his knuckles turning white and his protruding veins popping out as he applies more pressure to guide your hips at his own pace, making you feel trapped under his grip— under his control.
Right now you're the one giving him pleasure but it doesn't matter. He'll always know how to control you and be in charge.
Your throat is becoming sore and dry, some locks are covering your sweaty forehead and falling on his pubic bone as little tears are forming at the corners of your eyes.
You're a complete mess.
“My pretty little angel- shit, I'm going to fuck your pussy so good” his promise hits you right at your core and a choked moan escapes from your lips, the vibration is so intense against the head of his cock that he jerks frantically.
“Oh god!” his eyebrows furrow, his tight grip around your neck forces you to swallow more of him until he's hitting the back of your throat.
You can't take it anymore. You pull away from him, your fingers never stopping to rub his cock. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you breathe feverishly, searching for air to fill your lungs but Austin is quicker than any move you can make and leans toward your lips.
“Wanna cum inside you.” he tugs you into his mouth hungrily and you moan in both surprise and excitement. You are both panting at the same pace, his tongue slides into your wide-open mouth starting a steamy make-out session where your lips crash between grunts and bite each other without mercy.
Austin moves both his hands on your covered back and you sit up to climb on top of him. Your legs surround his thick thighs and your hands run everywhere on his sweaty chest and around his neck.
“I love you” he breathes on your lips, between heated kisses “so much”
“I love you too, Aus- ah!” his throbbing cock pushes against your soaked folds, making you gasp and jolt. The thrill is too much, you're so desperate that you start grinding against him, searching for friction to stop the hundreds of shocks running down your spine and hitting your womanhood repeatedly.
Your skin burns under his touch. You want him. You need him. You crave him.
And he knows it.
His hand stops on your asscheek, underneath the fabric of your nightie as his teeth keep biting your bottom lip voraciously, his fingers squeezing your flesh before grasping the hem of your nightie.
Austin takes it off of you and tosses it to the side.
Now you're fully naked on his lap, your breasts are pressed against his half-covered chest and your stomach shakes at the sensation of being so exposed while he's overdressed.
He leans forward a bit enough to bring his hands behind his back and take off his jacket.
“No!” your voice leaves your throat in a worried shriek, bringing out a primal emotion hidden in the deepest part of you.
Austin halts and looks you in the eyes, urging you to give him reasons. You blush.
You can't run away.
“L-leave it on...” you swallow thickly, hair falling on your face, hiding your awkwardness from him. Right now you're ashamed to death for this implied confession and his silence is not helping to ease your feeling.
He simply keeps staring at you, with those damned eyes that know how to make you melt, and without saying a word he kisses you again.
His tongue hungrily pushes itself into your mouth, giving you goosebumps as his fingers slide down straight between your folds, coating in your juices.
Now he can feel it.
“Fuck, you're dripping” his touch is so slight and lasts only for a moment, making you moan against his lips "all this wet just for sucking daddy's cock and seeing him in this suit, mh?"
“Please, Aus...”
“Who knew a stupid suit would make my little girl so eager?”
You don't answer and your shyness seems to no longer exist.
You just keep grinding against him, more desperate than ever while his tip rubs against your throbbing clit; he grasps his cock with his hand, adjusting himself on the couch and lining up with your slit, teasing it as your heart aches in eagerness and you can do nothing more than keep begging him shamelessly.
Hearing you beg is making him crazy, he swears he could stand still for hours only to hear you beg with your tear-filled eyes, but right now he just wants you too much to do it.
“Please, I need you”
You don't need to say anything else. His tip pushes inside your cunt and right after he grips your waist forcefully. His entire length slides inside you slowly, your mouth curving in a perfect 'o' from which nothing comes out as you pull away from his lips. Your breath hitches as he makes you sink onto him until you feel his pubic bone hitting against your swollen clit.
You're stuck, unable to breathe. You squeeze your eyes shout and cry out.
“Oh!” you feel so full. Full of him.
He gives you a few seconds to get used to his presence inside you and a heavy breath releases from his chest.
“Shit, you're so tight” he curses under his breath, bottom lip between his sparkling teeth and eyes closed for pleasure.
And then he starts guiding you onto him and you let yourself get carried by his hands, feeble like jelly as you meet his thrusts, moving slowly, moaning weakly.
“Aus” you whimper, each one of your moves against him only stretching you open more.
“Shh angel, you can handle it” he coos softly in your ear, leaving sweet kisses behind your lobe, helping you to ease the pain.
Your thighs are trembling as they wrap around his and your fingers slide between his blonde locks, trying to hold him closer than ever.
From this position, you can feel him completely. Every inch, curve, vein, and single part of him is inside you to the brim and is filling you perfectly with a combination of pain and pleasure that only Austin can give you.
You open your eyes and look at him. He's already staring at you and now your gazes lock together, making you both feel more connected with your soul than just your bodies and skin.
Your breaths mingle, your lips only a few inches distant from each other and ready to touch again with each thrust.
“You're taking me so well” he murmurs.
His forehead is sweaty, his lips are plump and red like yours, his jaw clenching as he watches you fall apart on his cock and babble something in response before moaning, struggling to take him.
You feel that familiar coil growing in you, your walls clench around his girth and you feel the base of your stomach burn every time his tip caresses your cervix.
It's too much for you. You stop, ready to surrender to his touch, but Austin holds you in place.
“Ah-ah. Stay still, pretty girl.” his fingers force you to sit straight, impaling you more and more on his cock.
“I-i can't...”
“C'mon little one, don't be a brat” he warns you as he starts guiding your hips again, with slow but intense strokes, the stimulation leading a whine to escape your lips before you stop again.
“Hmmph... t-too much...” you babble, it's the only thing you're barely able to say. You can't even talk.
It's so good, you just wish you had the strength to ride him faster but his cock's hitting you so deep you swear you could die in his arms.
Suddenly something draws his attention and forces him to look down.
You feel his hand press on your belly and you gasp in surprise. So you lower your head as well and see the outline of his cock poking out of your stomach.
The vision makes his cock twitch and your walls squeeze around him. He's in your guts.
“God, you look so hot like this” his gaze is burning on your skin, and you can say he definitely loves the sight in front of him. His pupils are dilated, and his breath is getting heavier. He's addicted “Small, desperate, and full of my cock”
You moan hard, turned on by his words and seeing how much he's going deep inside you with every stroke.
“‘s so deep inside you, uh?” he mocks you, his thumb rubbing your tummy as your eyes meet each other again.
“Y-yes! S-so deep” hearing your voice cracked and desperate leads him to one conclusion.
“Think you need daddy's help” suddenly his grip on your flesh tightens and with no warning he pushes you down onto him brutally, slamming his cock into you, bucking his hips upwards to start thrusting deeper, harder.
In a matter of seconds, your nails dig into the back of his hands and you scream, tilting your head back in pleasure.
“Aus- oh, god!” you moan louder, your mouth wide open as ecstasy takes over you, leading you to shake uncontrollably against his hips, making him grunt and moan.
“Keep moving, angel, don't stop...” he whispers as you try to follow his orders as far as your body permits you.
His cock is buried in you, he is fucking you so good you're barely able to move properly.
“Yes, just like that, baby, you're so good” his words keep hitting at your core, only spurring you to push yourself to your own limits as he starts leaving wet kisses on your throat “My good girl...”
"Please, please, please!" the fire inside you is ready to burst, your peak is getting closer and you want more.
“You wanna cum, angel?”
“Yes, yes please, n-need to cum!” hot tears start streaming down your cheeks and you moan again, again and again, scratching his hands and leaving bruises on his knuckles.
Everything seems to be so intense. Sweat is soaking your bodies, immersing you both in a hot-as-hell shower. The wet sound of bones and skins slapping floods your ears, your juices flowing down your thighs ruining the fine fabric of his expensive trousers.
You're so close and so is he. You feel in heaven.
“Then cum baby, cum around my cock” his voice shakes you inside, his tip hits that sweet spot in you and your vision goes blurry.
“Austin!” you cry out, your throat rips apart for the strength of your climax. Your orgasm washes over you and you convulse, the shocks running through your body are too strong and leave you powerless as you collapse on his chest.
“Fucking god” soon a growl of satisfaction slips from his throat, and his abdomen tightens underneath you. His grip loosens, thick ropes of his white cum spill inside you and paint your walls, making you shiver.
The room is now filled with silence, interrupted every now and then by the racing breaths escaping from both of your lungs.
You're exhausted.
“You did so good, angel, so good” he starts caressing your head gently, his praises warming your heart as you try to recover from the passionate fuck you two just had, but before you can say anything he picks you up and gets off the couch.
You whimper in surprise, finding the strenght to tie your legs and arms around the soft fabric of his suit as Austin's cock is still hard inside you.
“Let's go t' bed, baby” he announces, a wicked grin crossing his face “Wanna see how deep I can fill this pussy if I let you ride me on the mattress”
a/n: okay sooo… what do you think? would you like to read anything else? i got five or six ideas to write in my drafts already 👀
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happy valentine’s day from jacob 💕
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Y/n is Feyd and Paul's childhood friend; rather than choose one, why not have both?
Yours Truly, Feyd - Feyd-Rautha x Reader (Bridgerton-inspired AU)
Feyd-Rautha, who hasn't felt the need for marriage, attends a courting ball to keep in his uncle's good graces. Y/n, on the other hand, has dreamed of her first courting ball, her debut to all the eligible lords. But falling in love with someone without intentions of marriage while thinking they don't reciprocate your feelings is silly, right?
Our Na-Baroness - Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Duncan Idaho
Y/n is arranged to marry Feyd, and her lover Duncan goes as her personal guard to keep her safe. When Feyd learns of the lover's relationship, he ensures everyone understands where they belong.
His Sweet Kiss - Feyd-Rautha x Reader
Y/n witnesses the attack on Arrakis, hoping to escape and find Paul. She is captured by the Harkonnen soldiers. And the future Na-Baron takes an interest in her.
Sandstorms aren't all that bad - Feyd-Rautha x Reader
When Feyd-Rautha and Y/n are stuck in a cave during a sandstorm on Arrakis, they both confess their feelings for one another and find a way to pass the time.
Elvis Presley
Looking for Trouble - Austin!Elvis x Reader
After Elvis is arrested for his rebel defiance to perform 'Trouble', his girlfriend, Y/n, bails him out of jail.
Major Gale
Kiss me hard before you go - Major Gale x Reader
Gale doesn't want to leave his newlywedded wife, Y/n Cleven, so he gives her one last thing to remember him by until he comes home from the war| coming soon
Tex Watson
Benny
Jake Pearson
Feyd-Rautha looking after sick reader headcanons | coming soon
Dune men reacting to their so saying " i love you" | coming soon
Dune men looking after reader on their period | coming soon
#austin butler x reader#austin butler#major gale#elvis presley#feyd x reader#tex watson#jake pearson#smut#fluff#oneshot#headcanons
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𝐍𝐘𝐄 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 🥂 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
Warnings: strong language, alcohol consumption, el and the guys being unhinged with fireworks, clubbing, drunk elvis and drunk reader (can you tell i need a night out? lmao), tiny mention of the colonel, drunk parents, lil bit of smut at the end, mention of throwing up, hangoverssss.
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY LOVES!!! 🎆 be careful with your lil fingers and don't forget to drink lots of water before bed to fight off that January 1st hangover ;)
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New Years Eve at Graceland is even more rowdy than Christmas.
Everyone is there; the guys and their partners, family from both your and Elvis' side, friends from outside of town and even some local fans that you got friendly with throughout time.
Before everyone arrived, you and Elvis made sure valuable things were locked away just in case things would get a little crazy (or more so, if someone got a little too drunk).
Elvis allowed you to create a photo corner in the music room – you'd hung up a mix of gold and silver tinsel curtain in front of the curtains by the window, creating a fun backdrop for the pictures.
You went all out, disco balls and photo props included.
Naturally, you and Elvis matched as he was wearing black and red and you were in a little black dress with red heels.
Drinks and food were served all through the night, keeping everyone satisfied. You and Elvis were good hosts and you liked seeing everyone having fun at your parties.
With the year 1970 only a few hours away, everyone's spirits are high and it doesn't take long before the drinks started doing their job.
Vernon is visibly loosened up, along with your father, trying to get the attention from your female friends even though both their wives are dancing their little hearts out near the dining room.
Both men were rather tough cookies to crack, so you enjoy seeing them like this, even though they are being typical men.
As long as your girlfriends aren't uncomfortable, you're fine with it.
You and Elvis have a full on photoshoot in the music room, with a tipsy Sonny as your photographer.
“Guys, can’t you ask someone else? They keep comin’ out all blurry,” he'd giggle, throwing another failed polaroid on top of the covered piano.
“’S because you keep wigglin’ on those giraffe legs of yours. Give it to me,” Elvis allowed his friend to go back to drinking as he took the camera out of Sonny's hand, turning back to you.
You could've easily used the digital camera, but you wanted to use the polaroid because you liked the aesthetics of it more.
And what Elvis' baby wanted, Elvis' baby got.
You'd pout at him when he told you to pose because you wanted him to be in it, but you did as told and put a glittery '1970' headband on your head as you posed for the camera.
After a few pictures, you switched places and took pictures of him as he used other props to pose with.
More people joined in on the fun and Joe eventually managed to take some cute pictures of you and Elvis, before you posed with the group and so on.
Because there were so many people at the house that wanted both your and Elvis' attention, you two would often be lingering around other people.
You'd catch up with your girls and family and joke around with his fans, while he'd be belting out laughter and jokes with other people.
The more he drank, the louder he got but as long as he'd stay away from the beer and champagne, you knew he'd be fine.
He'd catch your eye from across the room and mouth the words of the song playing to you, or shoot you flirty winks which you gladly returned.
Well before midnight, he found his way back to you and had you pressed firmly against his side as he took you in the kitchen where it was a little less crowded.
The two of you didn't have any special traditions other than a midnight kiss on NYE, but he had recently read something about a Mexican tradition that he wanted to try.
“Or was it from Spain? I don’ remember, honey, but basically we eat twelve grapes and make twelve wishes,” he'd grin as he held up the grapes in front of your face.
“Aren’t we supposed to do this at midnight?”
“Yes, but I really jus’ wanted some grapes,” he'd giggle boyishly, holding out a grape in front of your mouth.
You weren't sure if this was really how the tradition was done, but he made it his own as he'd feed you a grape and make a wish for you instead for himself when he did so.
You went along with it, doing the same as he did.
You were probably doing it wrong, but you liked this little moment you and him were having away from the party.
The Colonel wasn't a big fan of NYE bashes, but he showed up a little before midnight to wish Elvis and the others a happy new year.
You didn't give him much attention; serving him a drink and wishing him an early happy new year, before you made your way outside where Elvis and the guys were setting up the fireworks.
Ofcourse, you had stolen one of Elvis' coats to keep you warm as you sipped on your drink and got your sparklers ready.
Most of the fans were outside as well; the ones attending the party keeping you and some other friends company, younger fans watching excitedly from the other side of the gates.
As the countdown on the TV started, the guys came back to the house to find their way to their partners and to be there to wish everyone a happy new year.
Elvis was right there beside you, his arm swung over your shoulder, apples of his cheeks flushed due to the alcohol as he was smiling brightly while counting down the seconds loudly.
You counted with him, already moving closer to his face to close the distance between you.
When the clock struck twelve, everyone roared out a “Happy New Year!” and kissed and hugged.
As every year, Elvis kissed you deeply, sensually and probably longer than anyone else kissed their respected partners.
“Man, it’s the first kiss of the year. That’s my good luck charm right there,” he'd grin as Jerry and Red eventually pulled him off, pecking your lips a few more times before he allowed himself to be dragged away and onto the driveway to light the fireworks.
Having lit half of them on Christmas Eve, the show wouldn't last as long as usual but they still had enough to draw everyone's attention.
You wished everyone around you a happy new year, sneaking your way inside when (ofcourse) Elvis and the guys found themselves in one of their firework wars again.
You spend some time with your family, wishing them a happy new year and making sure they were still having fun.
At 1 am, all the fireworks had been lit and as the guys made their way back in the house, some people were leaving to attend other parties or go out clubbing.
You, Elvis, the guys and some fans left to go to TJ's Nightclub to dance the night away and go see Alan who was unfortunately working tonight.
Some family stayed behind at Graceland, as they would be staying the night. You weren't worried at all, knowing your mother was sober.
You and Elvis had been repeating yourselves for about an hour when you arrived at the club.
Wishing everyone a happy new year and so on.
Elvis had rented out the place until the early morning hours, but some people that had been invited hadn't been at the house so you were happily greeting old and new friends.
Alan was happy to see you, Elvis and the others, knowing that Elvis wouldn't let him work too hard.
Which he didn't; Alan soon left the work to his co-workers, sneaking away from the bar and into the dancing crowd.
When clubbing, Elvis was usually the type to sit in one of the booths with the other guys and join you for a dance or two... if you were luckily.
This time, he didn't leave your side once – probably because of the drinks he had already nursed at the house and because he wasn't blind, he saw the way some of his male fans were looking at you.
Come to think of it, he figured they were probably your fans rather than his.
You were oblivious to the attention and happy that you didn't have to beg him to dance with you, happily following him as he twirled you around to the rhythm of the music.
“I have a 13th wish for you,” he'd yell loud enough for you to hear him, smiling down at you as he'd have his arms wrapped around your waist.
“What is it, El?”
“My wish for you is that you’ll always be happy and that all your dreams’ll come true. Whether that’s with me, or not,”
“Oh shut it, you big idiot. Ofcourse it’ll be with you,” you'd laugh at the way he slurred his words a little, rolling your eyes playfully.
“I know, jus’ wanted to hear what you were gon’ say,”
He'd grin like a fool, twirling you around again before you even had the chance to reply, laughing at his antics.
Shots shots shots!
So many shots.
Both you and Elvis hadn't learned from your Christmas morning hangover.
It's only NYE once a year, isn't it?
You'd try pretty much every shot on the menu but when you two downed a couple of shots of tequila, you could barely think straight anymore.
Every time someone would walk a little too close to you or look at you for too long, you saw Elvis' jaw clenching and him shooting them the dirtiest look he could muster, no matter to who it was.
You managed to distract him every time though, making him dance or asking him for a lighter even though you had one in your purse.
Thankfully, he kept himself under control.
At around 5 am, you mentioned to Elvis that you were hungry and now the both of you couldn't stop thinking about food.
Most of your friends weren't ready to leave yet, so the both of you snuck out of the club.
Probably not the smartest idea, but since neither of you could drive, you started to walk through downtown Memphis on the hunt for food.
You found it at a 24 hour diner, which was completely empty apart from the people who worked there.
After some autographs being given out by Elvis (which took him a little longer than usual) and small talk, the two of you indulged in the greasiest burger on the menu.
In that moment, your drunk self felt more happy than on any other day and Elvis seemed to feel the same.
But after stuffing your face and going outside for a smoke and some air, it dawned on the both of you that you didn't have a ride back home.
Graceland wasn't exactly walking distance, especially not in the state you were in.
Going back into the diner with Elvis to call your mother to ask if she could pick you up, you felt like a teenager again.
Especially when your poor mother pulled up in her pajamas, laughing at you two after she playfully scolded you.
“’S all Y/N’s fault, ma’am. I didn’t do nothin’,” Elvis laughed from the passenger's seat, fumbling with the radio as your mother kept slapping his hand away, which only made him laugh harder.
“Zip it, Presley,” glaring at him, you'd slap his shoulder.
He would then reach his arm out to you and try to grab you, leaning over his seat which made your mother's scolding turn a bit more serious before she'd crash the car.
Back at the house, it was a surprise you and Elvis managed to make it into the bedroom.
Once you were undressed and freshened up, you were wide awake as you lay next to each other.
Now sex with Elvis while he was this drunk, was do-able. Sex while you were both in this state? A disaster.
You couldn't stop laughing the entire time, making him laugh as well; even when he was balls deep inside of you.
“Goddamnit woman, will ya stop laughing? I can’t focus,”
This would only make you laugh harder, your muscles tightening around him as you did and while he was still laughing, he couldn't hold back a moan.
You had to clasp a hand over both your and his mouth as he decided to fuck you into the mattress nonetheless, your drunk mind praying your family wouldn't hear you.
Your laughter soon died down as he hit your g spot with every thrust and he came inside of you when your muscles wouldn't stop squeezing him.
The both of you were dizzy after; high on colorful cocktails, shots and delicious orgasms.
“Love you, little,”
“Love you too, baby,”
You forced yourself (and him) to clean yourselves up again and once you got back into bed, it didn't take neither of you long to drift off into a deep slumber.
You were more than happy to sleep the first day of the new year away, snuggled up to your man.
The only time Elvis and you did leave the bed, was to run to the bathroom to take turns throwing up the contents of your stomach.
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Elvis Presley Dating Headcanons
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• Elvis would feel as though he’s met something of divinity in real life, especially as he’s the type of person to figure out what kind of relationship he’ll have with them from the first meeting. He’s a people person so he can instantly tell that you’ll be good to and for him.
• He’d want to get to know you immediately and would be more than willing to spend all of his available time with you if he could. He wants to know everything about you and leave no stone unturned in his pursuit of happiness.
• Elvis would try be i retested in just being with you for a short time. If he’s wanting to be with you then it’s with the intention of being with you for a long time, and hopefully becoming life long partners.
• Commitment and loyalty would be a core factor in your relationship with Elvis, and this only increases as time goes on. His life gets to a point where he feels unstable and out of control, so you being his constant provides him with the comfort he needs.
• Elvis wouldn’t mind children; although, he would prefer not to have them too early on in your relationship. He’d rather find some time to settle down and be able to have an active roll in their upbringing if you were to have children together instead of being always busy due to his lifestyle.
• Argument with Elvis would usually end up with both of you sulking at each other for quite some time. However, because of how much you need each others company it wouldn’t last too long as an apology always comes through soon enough from either end.
• Being in the public eye is a way for him to show you off to everyone and to show how happy he is to have you as his own. However, he would also get overwhelmed and would much rather spend time with you like a normal person every now and then rather than being hounded every time he went out.
• Quality time is high on the list of things Elvis needs, especially when it’s been a tough week or he hasn’t seen you as much as he’s wanted too. Being able to relax with you and take time off is all he ever asks for so it’s not too much of a demand when the opportunity finally arises.
• Elvis makes a huge effort on dates and anniversaries/occasions as he’s naturally very romantic and sentimental. This means you have a continuous loop of happy memories with him and they’re all proof of how much effort he puts into keeping you happy and compensating for not being around as much as he wants to.
#elvis#elvis x reader#elvis x you#elvis x y/n#elvis headcanons#elvis presley x reader#elvis presley#elvis presley x you#elvis presley x y/n#elvis presley headcanons#elvis movie#1950s#1960s#1970s
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masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
looking for a specific fandom? i present, my specific masterlists…
╰┈➤ {smosh • friends • thomas barrow • ray manchester }
➳ requests are closed
➳ some facts about me! my name is hayley and im just a silly little fangirl who loves reading, writing, drinking tea, feeling nostalgic, and obsessing over + living vicariously through fictional characters 🎀
➳ my goal on this blog is to write for everyone i can especially less popular characters because i know the feeling of looking up a fic and finding it doesn’t exist and i feel like i owe it to my twelve y/o (and current!!) obsessive self to fill the void
➳ find the list of fandoms i write for at the bottom of this post. i don’t write smut. all of my fics are x fem!reader unless specified otherwise
➳ feel free to ask anything and i hope you have a lovely day/night ✨🍓🩰
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fluff: ♡ angst: ✧ requested: ☽
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ oneshots ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
ray manchester…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Stuck || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽
word count: 3.5k
warnings: none
summary: you, an aspiring-fashion-designer, get trapped in an elevator with captain man on your way to a job interview
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Secret Identity || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽ ♡
word count: 3.8k
warnings: i think i cursed once
summary: you and ray have been dating in secret, due to your shyness and secret identity, but when there’s a change in your relationship, it may be time to let everyone know
ˋ°•*⁀➷ My Valentine || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽ ♡
word count: 3.8k
warnings: none
summary: when you start working at junk n’ stuff, ray is immediately attracted to you and wants to do something special for you on valentine’s day
monica geller…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ The One With Phoebe’s Sister || Monica Geller x Phoebe Buffay’s younger sister!reader • ☽
word count: 3.1k
warnings: none
summary: phoebe introduces the friends to you, her younger sister, you are instantly attracted to monica but don’t know that monica is equally smitten with you
joey tribbiani…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ The One With the Baby Girl || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ☽ ♡
word count: 1k
warnings: childbirth
summary: joey helps you through the birth of your daughter
ˋ°•*⁀➷ The One With The Pie || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ✧☽
word count: 6.6k
warnings: some references
summary: after your crush on joey ends before it can begin, you start to move on. but maybe, just maybe, the story of you and joey isn’t over just yet
ˋ°•*⁀➷ The One With the Ex || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ✧☽
word count: 3.2k
warnings: presumed cheating, drinking, suggestive material
summary: after joey cheats on you and breaks your heart in high school, you run into him again years later and find out the past might not be exactly what you thought it was
remus lupin…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ In This Together || Remus Lupin x reader • ♡✧
word count: 2.1k
warnings: none
summary: when remus resigns from the position of dada teacher and leaves hogwarts, he decides it’s finally time to tell you the truth about himself and his ‘furry little problem’
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Stolen Glances || Remus Lupin x student!reader • ✧☽
word count: 3.1k
warnings: age gap but it’s legal
summary: remus finds himself drawn to you against his better judgement even though you are one of his students
ian hecox…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ First Fake Date || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽
word count: 2.5k
warnings: none
summary: Ian finds out his ex-girlfriend is going to be at an upcoming event and when you volunteer to go as his fake-date things don’t go quite as either of you planned
ˋ°•*⁀➷ More Than Friends || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽
word count: 3.5k
warnings: mild cursing
summary: you have been ignoring your growing feelings for your best friend ian, but when you are chosen to do a romantic scene together will those feelings stay hidden?
angela giarratana…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Misread Signs || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽
word count: 2.2k
warnings: none
summary: when you start to become really close with courtney, angela takes this as a sign that you aren’t interested in her, until unusual circumstances cause you both to realize each other’s feelings
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Love Hurts || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧☽
word count: 3.9k
warnings: angst
summary: you have been in love with angela for months and upon finding out that she is dating someone else, heartbroken you start to distance yourself from her and everything else in your life
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Jealousy, jealousy || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽
word count: 1.3k
warnings: hickeys
summary: angela finds herself jealous when another member of the cast flirts with you and she decides to let you know that you’re hers
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Sleepyhead || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽
word count: 0.9k
warnings: none
summary: a sleepy angela wakes up with you and refuses to let you get out of bed
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Second Chances || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧☽
word count: 3.3k
warnings: none
summary: when the smosh cast goes on a company retreat and you and angela are forced to share a hotel room you have the opportunity to rekindle an old romance
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Sweeter than Pie || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽
word count: 1.1k
warnings: none
summary: when you’re tired from work , angela cooks with you
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Princess || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽
word count: 2k
warnings: sick fic
summary: when you start to feel sick during a game night with angela, you let her take care of you for once and she gets to see a different side of you
courtney miller…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Kiss the Nurse || Courtney Miller x sick!reader • ♡☽
word count: 0.6k
warnings: sick fic
summary: courtney takes care of you when you’re sick and is rewarded with a kiss from their patient
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Stay With Me || sick!Courtney Miller x reader • ♡☽
word count: 0.7k
warnings: sick fic, mild swearing
summary: when courtney calls and cancels your date night due to a stomach bug, you don’t hesitate to drop everything and take care of them
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Only You || Courtney Miller x reader • ✧☽
word count: 1.2k
warnings: none
summary: when you begin to get jealous of courtney and shayne’s relationship, courtney assures you that you’re the one they love
shayne topp…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Worth the Wait || Shayne Topp x reader • ♡☽
word count: 1.1k
warnings: mild swearing
summary: shayne is determined to find out what your Halloween costume is this year but you won’t tell him, and when the holiday is finally here he finds it very much worth the wait
julio rodríguez…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Luckiest Man || Julio Rodríguez x reader • ♡☽
word count: 1.2k
warnings: none
summary: julio has just won the world series and been named mvp and yet his biggest prize is you, his new fiancée
thomas barrow…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Even || Thomas Barrow & reader • ☽
word count: 3.4k
warnings: cursing, homophobia because it’s jimmy
summary: when you, a ladies maid who thomas has never got along with in the past, catch thomas making a move on jimmy you’re forced to decide wether or not to help him out
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thomas barrow…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ It’s Nice to Have a Friend || Thomas Barrow & friend!reader • ✧♡☽ (finished)
╰┈➤ { Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 }
word count: 4.8k
warnings: some mild swearing
summary: when you start working at downton abbey as a new maid, thomas takes a liking to you and an unexpected relationship forms between you
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ other writing ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
ˋ°•*⁀➷ You Can’t Change the Past || an Elena of Avalor inspired short story
word count: 6k
warnings: i was a child when i wrote this 🤭
summary: jacques, chancellor of emelda, plagued by regrets, is used to helping his cousin run her kingdom. but when he meets some ghosts of his past and a villain returns is he ready to face it all?
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ headcanons ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
dating…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ James McAvoy ♡☽
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Carswell Thorne ♡☽
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Austin Butler ♡
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Smosh-
Shayne Topp ♡☽
Damien Haas ♡
Ian Hecox (part 1) ♡☽
Ian Hecox (part 2) ♡☽
Spencer Agnew ♡☽
Anthony Padilla ♡☽
Angela Giarratana ♡☽
Amanda Lehan-Canto ♡☽
Smosh Women ♡☽
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Joey Tribbiani ♡
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Chandler Bing ♡☽
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Jacques Snicket ♡
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Jack Edwards-
part 1 ♡
part 2 ♡☽
part 3 ♡☽
part 4 ♡☽
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Megara ♡
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Elvis Presley ♡☽
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Simon Cowell ♡
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Chancellor Esteban Flores ♡
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Jarred Kelenic ♡
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Seattle Mariners (Jarred Kelenic part 2, George Kirby, Julio Rodríguez) ♡☽
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Ray Manchester/Captain Man-
ray manchester x reader ♡
ray manchester x smart!reader ♡☽
friends + family…
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Thomas Barrow-
thomas barrow & friend!reader ♡✧
thomas barrow & teen!sister!reader ✧♡☽
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Will Truman ♡
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ fandoms i write for ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Downton Abbey
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Harry Potter
ˋ°•*⁀➷ A Series of Unfortunate Events
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Smosh
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Hercules (1997)
ˋ°•*⁀➷ The Lunar Chronicles
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Elena of Avalor
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Friends
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Will and Grace
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Elvis Presley + Elvis (2022)
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Seattle Mariners
ˋ°•*⁀➷ and probably others i’m forgetting so shoot me an ask <3🍒💌
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last updated: 4/29/24
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HI I LOVE UR WRITING SM could you please write head cannons for dating Elvis?
coming right up ~
Dating Elvis ♥
When you first meet him, Elvis literally can’t take his eyes off of you because he thinks you’re the most beautiful, enticing person he’s ever seen
and before you’re dating officially, he makes every excuse to touch you…brushes his hand against yours “accidentally”, picks a (nonexistent) eyelash off your cheek, brushes your hair out of your face 😭
You play coy with him just to see what he’d do, and he works in overtime trying to impress you
He even writes you a goddamn song 😳
When he finally wins you over, he’s even more obsessed with you than he was in the first place
He wants to tote you everywhere with him…to every show, every recording session, every photoshoot
When you’re out in public together, he walks around with you everywhere with his arm slung over your shoulder
He introduces you to everyone as “my girl”
Speaking of which…his terms of endearment for you also include “baby,” “pretty mama,” and “darlin’”
And of course, simply your name. It’s become his favorite word in the whole world <3
His ideal date with you is driving around in his Cadillac, blasting the radio, dressed in equally chic matching outfits (heavy on the colors pink and black), and ending the night on Beale St.
(and he would keep his hand on your thigh the whole drive)
(and he would kiss you at every red light)
Elvis is a major cuddler. Not only does he want to be touching you at every waking moment, but he wants to be close to you…often nuzzling his nose into your neck, and pulling you in for hugs so your whole body is pressed against his chest
But he’s still a mama’s boy at heart….and guess what? His mama loves you ♡ She couldn’t imagine a better person for her precious boy
Every time Elvis kisses you, he does it like it’s the last thing he do, like it’s the only thing he wants to do. He often kisses you by holding your entire face in his massive hands, smiling down at you with those icy eyes, pressing his lips as tenderly as humanely possible to your own, and telling you “Baby, I’m the luckiest man alive”
He’s absolutely keen to your every want and need, and he regards you like an absolute goddess on earth.
And the sex? Good god…he’s passionate. Maybe more on that in another prompt 👀
Last thing? Elvis secretly loves being the little spoon 💕
#elvis presley#elvis presley x reader#elvis presley fanfiction#elvis presley headcanons#elvis presley imagine#elvis movie#elvis 2022#elvis#works by juniper
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his baby doll
pairinlg: austin!elvis x little!reader
summary: you’re elvis’ baby doll. his princess, his little, his everything. and no matter what, he’ll always be there to love and spoil you.
warnings: none, just lots of fluff with little reader and caregiver elvis
word count: 1,604
note: this is my first fic with a little reader! i was nervous to post this to be honest because i understand that this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but these type of fics personally bring me comfort but if you dislike it please skip past it and don’t spread hate on my page. i have part two ready and feel free share any feed back you have for me. love you all. <3
you stared at elvis’ back as he sat at his desk, your frustration increasing by the second. he could hear your occasional grumbles and whines but he chose to ignore them nonetheless. You rolled on your stomach, stuffed animal tightly between your hands, and kicked your feet against the pillows at the top of the bed.
“daddyyyy,” you whined for what felt like the thousandth time.
“yes, baby girl?” his response was quiet and patient as ever, but it only annoyed you even more.
“m’ bored,” you whined again, dragging out the words for as long as you could before you ran out of breath.
“i know baby, i know,” he said quietly, eyes never leaving his papers. “just five more minutes, okay?”
“i don’t want to wait,” you complained, kicking the pillows harder. elvis continued to ignore your tantrum until finally, with an exasperated huff, you threw your stuffed animal across the room. it hit the wall next to a vase with a silent thud and you dropped your head onto the mattress in frustration.
“y/n,” elvis’ voice was still calm, but much more stern, and you could already hear the underlying threat in it. “look at me.”
“nuh uh,” you mumbled, voice muffled by the mattress but you shook your head in order to make your point clear. you could hear him stand up and walk over to where you were and when his voice came again, it was much closer.
“you want a spankin?” he asked and you immediately shook your head, though you still didn’t look up. “then look at me.”
you let out another huff of frustration but obediently looked up, your chin resting on the mattress as you met elvis’ blue eyes. he was kneeling down on the floor in front of you so he was eye level. his expression was serious, but he didn’t look angry. you waited for him to speak.
“you gon be a good girl for daddy while he’s workin?” he asked quietly after a moment. you were tempted to not answer, or maybe even say no, but you didn’t want to get yourself in any more trouble. you nodded silently so he continued. “do good girls throw tantrums?”
“no, but-” he raised an eyebrow at your before you could continue arguing, silently warning you. “no daddy,” you mumbled, settling to simply pout instead.
elvis sighed and brought up a hand to your face, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone. you leaned into his touch but still glared at him unhappily, making him chuckle. “i know you want my attention right now, baby girl, but i really have to finish this. i promise you i’m almost done. just give me five more minutes and then i’m all yours. we can do anything you want.”
your expression changed from irritated to hopeful, but you tried to contain it and narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. “anything?”
he nodded. “anything, babydoll.”
“go to the park?” you asked, a smile slowly finding its way to your lips from both the offer and the use of your favorite pet name.
he smirked a bit but nodded in agreement, “yes, we can go to the park.”
you let out a squeal of excitement that made him laugh and wrapped your arms around his neck. going to the park was your favorite, and you didn’t get to do it very often. “thank you, daddy,” you hummed, nuzzling your face against the crook of his neck in appreciation.
“you’re welcome, pretty girl.” he rubbed your back gently before pulling away enough to look at you properly. “now give daddy a kiss so he can go finish what he was working on.” you obediently leaned forward and pressed a loud kiss against his lips, your tantrum effectively subdued and your previous annoyance replaced with excitement.
elvis stood up again to walk back to his desk, pausing briefly to pick up your stuffie from the floor and hand it back to you with a warning smile. you took the stuffie with a quiet “thank you,” and avoided eye contact, the warning intimidating enough without you having to meet his gaze.
you rolled onto your back and held the stuffed animal in the air. it was a simple brown teddy bear with a cute pink bow tied around its neck. out of all the stuffies you had, and you had a lot, this one was your favorite. it was the very first one elvis had bought for you. he loved to spoil you rotten with all sorts of presents: stuffies, dresses, bubbles, bath bombs, and tea sets. you name it, he’d probably bought it for you at least once. but the amount of the gift never made them less special. they always reminded you that he was thinking about you, and it gave you something to look forward to when he would go on tour or have to travel to other cities for shorter periods of time.
in all honesty, the gifts made you uncomfortable at first. you knew he had the money to buy them for you, he was the king of rock and roll after all, but that was part of the problem. you knew he had money, he was an artist that was quickly rising up in the charts and showed no signs of coming down any time soon, he was famous, and most people would do anything to be connected to that type of publicity. but you didn’t want him to think that his status is what attracted you to him if anything, dating the king was complicated. it meant dealing with long hours of rehearsals and meetings, being away from each other for days or weeks at a time, and not being able to come over without dealing with six other people in the house. but it was worth it, or rather he was worth it.
and after countless conversations of “you don’t need to spend money on me” and “but i want to” you gave in and learned to accept that gift-giving was just a way elvis expressed his love, especially when he couldn’t physically be with you as much as he wanted. and it was kind of hard to argue when he would say things like, “let me take care of you darlin, providing for you makes me happy.”
“daddy,” you whined, patience once again beginning to wear thin.
“patience, baby,” he replied quietly, “two more minutes.” you let out a small grumble and he sighed. “how many seconds are in two minutes, baby doll?” he asked.
“ummmm,” you thought for a moment, “120?”
“mhm,” he hummed in approval. “good job, sweet girl, can you count to 120 for daddy?”
“uh huh,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you, but you still sense his smile as you began counting. “one…two…three…”
elvis had always been remarkably good at keeping you entertained and subduing your boredom and tantrums, even before you fully embraced your relationship dynamic. he always acted like “such a daddy” and when you told him that one day he just grinned and said, “you should call me daddy then.” at the time, you weren’t sure if he was serious or not, so for a while, you would only do it teasingly, saying things like “yes, daddy” “okay daddy” “whatever daddy says.” but it didn’t take long for it to turn serious, especially when his response was to say things like “thank you, babydoll” or “that’s my good girl.” you think that all hesitations broke the first time he called you “his little girl” though, you’ve never gone into little space so quickly, and his smile told you he knew exactly what he just did.
you never really had to talk about it. it was more of a trial and error type of experience that was filled with a lot of “is this okay?” and “how do you feel about this?” there were a few times where boundaries were overstepped or things weren’t handled well, but safe words existed for a reason.
“a hundred and ten, a hundred eleven, a hundred twelve…” you could see him applying the last few signatures on his documents and beginning to put his papers away as you went through the final ten seconds. “a hundred seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!”
elvis turned around in his chair and looked at you with a teasing smile. “if you’re only at twenty that means i have a hundred more seconds.”
“daddy!” you whined loudly, making him laugh. you weren’t nearly as amused.
“i’m kiddin darlin, i’m kiddin.” he reassured you as he stood up. “c’mon, we gotta get shoes and socks on so we can go to the park.”
“but i don’t want to wear shoes,” you complained, pouting as you moved into a sitting position on your shared bed.
he shook his head silently as he walked over to the closet and grabbed a pair of white socks and pink slippers. “you are so difficult today huh doll,” he muttered under his breath. “you need a nap?”
“no.” you defended yourself quickly, and rather unconvincingly.
elvis chuckled as he kneeled down in front of you. “alright baby, whatever you say.” you glared at him silently but didn’t argue, you really wanted to go to the park. he helped you put your socks and shoes on, one at a time. “alright darlin,” he said standing up, reaching for a pair of sunglasses to wear. “you ready?”
“uh huh!” you nodded and jumped up quickly.
he held out his hand for you to take and gave you his signature smile, “let’s go baby doll.”
pt. 2?
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Okay, just...imagine CG Elvis feeding his little while she sits on his lap or in a large highchair.
This is super cute! I'm gonna make it a headcanon:
🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻
Pairings: CG!Elvis x Little F!Reader
Elvis loves to feed you, and you love being fed by your Daddy
Elvis always wants to make sure you're well fed, so mealtimes are the most certain thing in the day, despite Elvis' ever-changing, hectic schedule
He knows all he needs to do is pat his thigh and you'll come running, clambering up onto it so you can straddle it
You're usually always well-behaved, sitting on your Daddy's knee whilst he wraps a strong arm around your tummy, his large hand gripping your side to keep you in place
He'll use his other hand to feed you, passing you bits of fruit or spoon-feeding you your meal
You're soft natured and pliant, which Elvis loves, making meal times a tender and intimate moment for you two
That doesn't mean it can't get messy, oh boy, it can get messy
Sometimes you're just feeling too little, and you miss your mouth when trying to feed yourself, causing Elvis to intervene
"Hold still, will ya baby? Whatchu got? Ants in yer pants?" Elvis chuckles, teasing you as you giggle
He'll end up taking a damp cloth and wiping it across your face at the end of the meal as you giggle at the tickling feeling it gives you
Your set up of eating whilst sitting on your Daddy's lap never changes and you both love that
Even if there are guests
You'll be quieter than usual, naturally shy at a lot of attention directed in your direction, even if it is mostly at Elvis
But Elvis will rub soothing circles on your tummy, or have his thumb trace your sides, discreetly albeit comfortingly
He'll pass you your food or feed it to you, and you'll concentrate just on that, thinking about the grown-up conversation going on at the table would just be too much for little, sweet, you
Elvis knows when you're full, it's when your head is lolling on his shoulder, your whole body relaxed and melting into his
But that's usually before you've finished your vegetables, with them still scattered on your favourite, pink plate that has pictures of bunnies on it
"Just got ya vegetables left, sweetpea." Elvis reminds you gently
"Can't do it, Daddy, m'full," You mumble
"You can do it, Daddy knows you can, you gotta eat your greens." Elvis reminds you, with a slightly sterner tone, and you know that you're not going to win this battle, even if you don't like vegetables
"Now, open that pretty little mouth for Daddy and finish your plate, like a good girl."
You'll reluctantly yet obediently open your mouth, letting Elvis feed you the final vegetables, even if it does take ages, Elvis will wait it out to make sure you're being healthy
Elvis will whisper sweet praises in your ear, which he knows will make you just melt
Once you've swallowed the last bit of veg, Elvis will always kiss the top of your head
"What's for puddin', Daddy?" You'll ask sweetly, fiddling with his rings, distracted and feeling small
Elvis will chuckle at your delicate state, he loves meal times as much as you do, it's the time when he feels most like a caregiver to you
"Thought your tummy was all full, little girl?" Elvis says, raising an eyebrow at you
"Still got room in my tummy for puddin', Daddy." You giggle
And he always gets you pudding
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