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elvisabutler · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"La petit mort."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 11 months

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A king's true love.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x chubby reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turns out, you had every right to.

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

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

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ilovehobi101 · 2 years

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Little mama

Warning; infidelity, Grammar errors, breeding kink, daddy kink, creampie, pussy slapping and degrading kink, manhandling. Unprotected sex (guys wrap it before taping it) Just filth you know how it is. This is my first time writing so please give me feedback and please if I forgot something, do tell me. Anyways onto it. Audience for 18+ and older.

Part 2.

The first time you met Elvis was when you were pick up empty drinks from the tables during his every first show at international hotel. He was in the middle of singing 'Love me tender' before he jump off stage and kisseing every women close to him. Someone had pushed you to get to Elvis well it happened quite the opposite, you run right into his chest

" l-l'm so sorry sir i-" you cut yourself when you saw his stare; it was like the world stoped. He started leaning closer so close you could feel his breath against your lip and your eyes almost fluttering closed before another woman pull Elvis to her and kissing him like her life depending on it. Taking it as your cue to leave. You speed walked; more like running and heart beating so fast. You never forget that day after even a year and a half ago.

After that day Elvis had called your manager and said he wanted you as his personal server.

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As always you waited backstage for Elvis to be done. not that you mind such a thing oh no, watch him was like a blessing seeing how much he loved to sing and being himself upon that stage. You smiled as he joked with the audience before performing his last song for the night. When the golden curtains finally touched the ground Elvis stood up, breathing heavily as someone from his Memphis Mafia threw him a towel to wipe his face and he did so while walking straight to you.

'Damn it.' You cursed at your beating heart 'must you always do this with him close?! ' "Darlin?" Elvis chuckled as he pulled you from your thoughts "Yes?" You reply trying to seem calm "Meet me my suite in a minute" Elvis said smiling at you before heading to his dressing room. Finally after waiting you enter the elevator trying hard to remember to breath; nerves biting at your body. You let out a relieved sigh at hearing the ding alerting that you reached his floor 'God I hate elevators' you thought stepping out into his suite.

You looked around a little before you notice Elvis; seating on the couch, head leaned back and eyes closed. Almost alike he sense you were there,Elvis turned his head towards your direction and those ocean eyes meet your gaze. He smiles "c'mere lil darlin'" he said softly in that beautiful southern drawl of his and patted the spot next to him, walking almost in a trance you round the couch to find him what it appears to be only in a robe and suddenly a feeling of heat rushed to your core.

Elvis watched as you nervously sat next him and looking at anywhere besides him, Elvis put a ringed cladded hand under your chin and gently turns your head towards him. He smirked as you finally look at him "sugar I call ya up here to confess somethin'" he said his thumb slightly rubbing your chin, his gaze zoned on your lips. " since I met you, I can't seem to get ya out of my head. Look 'm gonna be straight with ya, I want you and I want to love on you. Whatcha said baby" he whispered almost afraid to scared you away eventually his eyes meet yours it was like you couldn't say no looking into those hypnotic icy blues but part of you knew it was wrong, this was wrong.

" What about Priscilla? " you say looking at him "I know you feel somethin' too..jus let me love ya" that was it. You couldn't say no, you didn't want to say no. before your mind can think about a reply your body made one for you. You kissed Elvis. The kiss soon turned passionate Elvis's tongue licked and swirled around your tongue; exploring your mouth.

"Bed." He growled making your already wet underwear into a pool when he let go of the hold he had on your chin you shot up like something burned you and headed to his bedroom. You knew the way because he'd order breakfast in bed some mornings when he particularly was in a good mood. Reaching said room you look around, having not really pay attention when you served his breakfast 'beautiful..: you thought while you sat on the amazing soft lage bed not long after you Elvis walked in hands working to untie the knot on his robe

'I'm really gonna do this?' The robe fall off his shoulders and pooled around his feet and any thoughts you had before vanished. You were right..nothing was under that, your eyes look at that part of him 'h-how is that gonna fit!' He had to be at least 7inches and quite wide, his tip red and leaking pre-cum there was a little bit of pubic hair but it was groomed and his balls heavy with cum that he was happy to give.

Seeing this made you hurry and take off everything. you didn't care if it can't, you'll make fit. You panted slightly in desperation; you wanted him- no need him. You both stare at each other in unbearable silence his hooded lustful gaze locked on to your desperate one before he moved to get on the bed and between your parted legs. He kissed you with so much passion it dazed you. Running his right hand down your pump body he had found what he wanted; your clit, he didn't hold back using three of his fingers he rubbed figure eights on your poor button of nerves. "F-fuck." you whimpered as Elvis started sucking on your neck.

He did this for what felt like hours before he slid two of his fingers into you thrusting them as hard as he can. You silently gasped as he ripped his digits away " Need to be in ya mama" he said while slowly running his dick up and down your folds, teasing the opening to your pussy "p-pleas-" not even letting you said the whole word out he slammed his cock inside hitting your soon to be sore cervix. You both groaned at the feeling. He slowly started to thrust "Fuck. Such a pretty cockslut for me" Elvis grunted as he puts your legs close to your head, manhandling you in mating press. It wasn't long before he was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow by this time you couldn't barely speak from the pleasure of being fucked by Elvis Presley.

Letting go of your leg and putting it on his shoulder his fingers found your clit once again. " T-too much! Gonna-" you cried out as your ball of pleasure was close to snapping "Do it lil mama, cover Daddy's cock with your cum" he growled as he slap your pussy, driving you over the edge. You loud moans turn into whimpers as your hips stutter as you came down from the high.

Elvis didn't stop no. He had a mission. "That's it sugar! 'M gonna fill ya up, make ya a mama! Be so p-pretty carryin' my babies..wanna see ya big with me!" Elvis grunted the southern accent thick as he thrusted one last time, he filled you with his cum while panting and sweating like he ran a marathon. "Goddamn..ya alright darlin'?" All you could do was nod, eyes barley open and lazy, blessed out smile on your face 'I wouldn't mind carrying his baby' you couldn't help but think happily.

Elvis smiled before reluctantly pulled out. He placing a sweet kiss on your lips as he got up to get a towel to clean you both up. "Goodnight lil mama" Elvis whispered.

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powerofelvis · 2 years

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powerofelvis’s masterlist

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

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Started: 09/21/2022

Updated: 08/04/2023

elvis aaron presley.

One Shots

blue jumpsuit.

need to know.

fever dream.

the jaycees.

take me to church.

chocolates and cream.

pledging my love.

why marry.

the act of love.

ménage a trois.

wherever you go.

slice of cherry. sweets for my sweet.

aloha to my heart. a surprise amidst war.

Drabbles

everlasting love. thanksgiving at graceland.

drunk on you.

you’re not alone.

rubberneckin’.

no one loves you more.

the jungle room.

timetraveler!elvis

bookworm!elvis

earlyfame!elvis

elvis x quiet!reader

Headcanons

meeting the family.

birthday shenanigans.

Series

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

Sweet Inspiration | elvis x black!reader

part two

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

Part 2 | Part 3

no longer the housewife.| elvis x f!reader

part two | final.

elvis presley’s movie characters.

One Shots

coming soon.

Drabbles

vince everett x reader (1)

Series

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

austin robert butler.

One Shots

the finer things.

good for you.

love without shame.

Drabbles

drabble one.

drabble two.

drabble three.

drabble four.

drabble five.

drabble six.

My requests are open. Feel free to send me a message or hit up my ask box for requests! Thank y’all for being patient with me and I hope that you all enjoy my works!

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cootiekat · 9 months

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The Best Medicine: Elvis

Warnings: None :)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem! reader

Genre: Teeth rotting fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Treat me like a fool.”

“Treat me mean and cruel.”

“but love me”

“wring my faithful heart”

“Tear it all apart”

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

“Elvis is the best medicine.”

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

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venus-haze · 2 years

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Funnel of Love (Austin!Elvis x Plus Size!Reader)

Summary: Your well-meaning friends convince you to go to the county fair with them. You’re not sure you’ll have a good time, until you find out your friend Elvis will be there on one of his rare weekends off from touring. As the night goes on, you finally realize that he wants to be more than friends.

Note: This is based on an anonymous request. The reader is plus size and a woman, but no other specific descriptors are used. Inspired by the Wanda Jackson song (also Wanda and Elvis toured together [and dated!] early on in their careers, and he convinced her to switch from singing country to the rockabilly she became best known for. Her version of ‘Let’s Have a Party’ is also in Dead Poets Society. I’m a huge fan of hers but I’ll stop now lol). Do not interact if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: None.

If you were being honest, you felt as though you were a little too old to be spending a Saturday night at the county fair with your friends. Yet, after unsuccessfully trying to convince them to go to one of Memphis’ many nightclubs instead, you found yourself squeezed in your friend Tina’s boyfriend’s car with half a dozen other people on the short drive to the fairgrounds from Tina’s place.

The car was starting to feel claustrophobic in the fifteen minutes it took to get to the fair, and you didn’t hesitate to jump out as soon as it was parked, barely paying attention to Tina mentioning that a few other friends were meeting you there. She rattled off a handful of names, and you perked up when she mentioned Elvis, since you hadn’t seen him in a few weeks.

It always amazed you how the otherwise unassuming field that served as the county fairgrounds could be transformed into something so unrecognizable and almost magical. Okay, so maybe you weren’t too old for the fair, the scent of fried food and sound of the carnival rides bringing back nostalgic memories. It still wasn’t at the top of the list for how you wanted to spend your Saturday night.

As soon as you and your friends approached the entrance to the fair, you saw Elvis waiting by the ticket booth with Scotty and Bill. You didn’t see much of them on the weekends anymore since they were busy touring. Sometimes Elvis would call or write to you while he was on the road, and you thought it was nice of him to keep in touch. You heard rumblings among your friends about Elvis’ recording contract getting picked up by RCA, but you wanted to hear the news from the man himself.

“You didn’t tell me Y/N was gonna be here,” Elvis hissed at Bill, trying to find some reflective surface to check his hair as you approached.

Bill merely snickered in response at his friend’s reaction to seeing you. Everyone knew Elvis had a thing for you, well, everyone except you, apparently. You were either too oblivious or too stubborn to realize it, and unfortunately Elvis took this to mean you weren’t interested, though he still pined after you. He knew the Colonel said that appearing to be available to fans would help his career, but he couldn’t help how his stomach flipped whenever he was around you.

“Y/N, you look great,” Elvis said, immediately wanting to smack himself upside the head for not coming up with something better to say.

To his relief, your pretty face lit up at the compliment. “Thanks, you too.”

Elvis hung around you while you all ambled around the fairgrounds, checking out the rides and stopping to get food every so often. After about half an hour, you all decided to split up to go on the rides and play the games you wanted to, and then to meet up by the ferris wheel before the fair was over to head home together. As it turned out, you and Elvis ended up being your own group of two. Not that you minded, you always enjoyed Elvis’ company.

You knew you were probably exhausting him with questions about life on the road, but the thought of traveling as much as he did fascinated you. Still, he regaled you with stories of roaring crowds and being run out of towns you’d never even heard of before. When he asked you questions about your job, you had no problem telling him your own stories about the crazy customers you encountered at the shop you worked in.

The two of you meandered for some time, watching people play some of the games that were set up at the fair. You smiled when a man won a large teddy bear for his date, who accepted with a laugh at how it was almost as big as she was. Elvis didn’t miss your reaction to the exchange. It couldn’t be that hard to win you a prize and make you smile like that.

“C’mon, I’m gonna win you somethin’,” he said, pulling you over to the balloon darts game.

The back of the stall was covered in balloons of various colors, but to win a prize, you needed to pop at least two of the same color balloon. For a dime, you could get three darts, winning one of the larger prizes for popping three same-colored balloons. You and Elvis quickly realized that this was easier said than done as seventy cents later, he’d been unsuccessful.

“I think it’d just be cheaper to go to the store and buy one at this point,” you said.

He looked at you, determination in his eyes as he placed another dime on the counter. “Three more darts.”

To your shock and delight, he popped two of the three balloons necessary to win a prize, seemingly with ease this time. He picked out a medium-sized brown teddy bear with a heart in its hands and proudly gave it to you.

“This is too cute, thank you,” you smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He beamed, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “I told ya I’d win you somethin’.”

You did have to talk him out of trying the ring toss game next, saying that you wouldn’t be able to carry more prizes through the fairgrounds for the rest of the night. He only agreed once you promised that you’d left him win you an even bigger prize before you left.

The two of you shared cotton candy next to the merry-go-round, and you tried not to get any of it on your bear. You finally asked him about whether the rumors about his contract with Sun Records being sold to RCA was true, and he said that while it wasn’t official yet, his manager was working out the details. He figured it was only a matter of a few days. You were in the middle of congratulating him when you were interrupted by a nervous voice.

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but could you sign this for me?” a girl asked, her hand shaking as she held out a clean napkin and a pen. “I’m such a big fan.”

“‘Course, sweetheart,” Elvis answered with a smile.

He leaned against one of the food stalls to sign the napkin. Elvis was getting recognized more and more wherever he went, making it difficult to go many places with him, but you admired how dedicated he was to his fans, not hesitating to return their devotion to him. You’d heard of people meeting their favorite singers or movie stars and having horrible experiences, but Elvis made sure that was never the case for them.

“You’re so lucky,” the girl sighed.

“Oh, we’re just friends,” you clarified.

She gave you an odd expression as she looked at the teddy bear in your hand. Just before she could respond, Elvis handed her the now autographed napkin and the pen back, winking at her.

“Have a good rest of your night, darlin’,” Elvis said.

She nodded, a wide smile on her face. “Thank you!”

You watched as she ran back over to her friends, who all squealed and giggled upon seeing that she’d gotten his autograph.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he said bashfully.

“It’s alright,” you said. “Do you know where everyone else is?”

“I think I saw them at the scrambler, but I know Tina said somethin’ about bumper cars.”

You rolled your eyes. You weren’t ashamed of being plus size by any means and knew it didn’t matter to your friends, but it frustrated you when they seemed to forget that not everything was as accessible to you as it was to them. You were still having a good time at the fair, despite your hesitance to even go in the first place. If anything, you felt bad that Elvis was spending the night dropping money on rigged games and cotton candy for you instead of going on rollercoasters and ferris wheels.

When you and Elvis started walking around again, he kept his arm around your waist this time, holding you close to him, squeezing your side every so often. You supposed it was so you wouldn't get separated in the crowd of people, which had only grown as the night went on. He seemed a bit dazed, though, and at one point, he walked directly into someone, apologizing profusely before moving you in a different direction.

“You alright?” you asked.

“Yeah, sorry. I got distracted. The lights make your eyes look like stars,” he whispered.

You were taken aback by his comment. “I—thanks.”

“Earlier, when I said you look great, I meant to say you look beautiful. You always do.”

Still shocked and unsure of how to respond, you quietly thanked him again. You had never let yourself think of Elvis romantically before. You’d been friends for a long time, so you just assumed you weren’t his type, especially since you didn’t look like any of his past girlfriends. As you pondered this sudden shift in your relationship with him, the two of you walked a few feet more in comfortable silence until coming across a large rainbow wheel covered in lights.

“Young lady with the teddy bear!” the carnival barker called out. “How would you like to step up and spin the wheel of wonder? Free of charge!”

“Yes, she wants to,” Elvis said, volunteering you to spin the wheel.

You gave Elvis a playful glare as you handed him the teddy bear he’d won you.

The man waved you forward, and you spun the wheel with some enthusiasm, standing next to Elvis as you watched it spin and spin and spin, until finally stopping at—

“Complimentary tickets to the tunnel of love!” the man announced, grabbing the two ride tickets in question. “An appropriate prize for the lovely couple.”

You had no time to correct him before Elvis took the tickets, thanking the man. He looked pleased as he gave you the teddy bear back, until he noticed your expression didn’t match his.

“If you don’t want to go on it, we don’t have to.”

“We should do it. We haven’t gone on any rides tonight,” you said, trying to convince yourself that there was any way to go on the tunnel of love as just friends.

“You sure?” Elvis asked with a smile.

You nodded. “I’m sure.”

His excitement was contagious as he took your hand in his, running over to the tunnel of love, the giant, neon red heart atop the ride acting as a guiding star while the two of you weaved through the other fair-goers to the ride.

The tunnel of love looked like a giant Valentine’s Day card, covered in pink, red, and gold paint. The wooden cut-out of a cupid that pointed to the ride had the paint chipped off, but the big heart-shaped entrance was cute. A soft melody played inside, and Elvis handed the tickets to the woman operating the ride. She pulled back a lever, and a pink cart with faded red hearts all over it chugged forward on the metal tracks.

You and Elvis got into the cart, somewhat of a tight squeeze, you observed to yourself. The woman pulled the lever again, and the cart jolted forward into the darkness of the tunnel, which was soon illuminated by red and pink glowing lights. Various wooden cut-outs popped out every now and then. It was corny, but it had its charm.

“Sorry,” you whispered, noticing your thigh pressing against Elvis’ in the close space of the cart.

“You’re fine, darlin’, really,” he assured you, hoping you couldn’t hear his heart racing at being so close to you.

The next few moments or so of the ride was spent in awkward silence, and you sighed, suddenly feeling acutely aware of what ride you were actually on with him.

“I’m sorry if you’re not having a good time,” Elvis said.

You shook your head. “No, I just feel bad you got stuck with me and didn’t get to go on the other rides.”

“What? Y/N, I wanted to be with you. I asked everyone else to go on to those other rides so I could spend the night alone with you—not like that—I just mean, I like you a lot,” he confessed.

You giggled, hiding your face in the teddy bear he’d won you. All this time you thought he was just being nice to you; you didn’t even want to think about how many other times you’d completely missed him flirting with you. If your friends already knew Elvis was going to be at the county fair, you figured them dragging you along despite your clear reluctance was their weird way of being your wingmen.

“I hope you’re not laughin’ at me,” he said.

Quickly, you lifted your head, shaking it. “No, Elvis, I promise I’m not. I’m just embarrassed I didn’t notice sooner.”

“I guess that’s on me for not makin’ a move sooner.”

“Then do it.”

“Do what?”

“Make a move.”

He smiled, placing one hand on your thigh and the other on your cheek. His eyes fell to your lips, and he kissed you softly, sweetly, and you felt like you were in a movie as the romantic music played and warm lights glowed. Oh, this was why people liked going in here. As you kissed him back, he pulled you closer, and you had no other option than to practically sit on his lap.

The two of you were so engrossed in the kiss that you hadn’t noticed the ride stopped until the ride operator cleared her throat. You and Elvis awkwardly got out of the cart, but you smiled when you heard someone waiting in line utter, “Is that Elvis Presley?”

The man himself was practically glued to you as he led you through to the ride’s exit. Going back to the chaos of the fair was jarring, to say the least, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to goin’ through there again,” he grinned, brushing his thumb over your smudged lipstick.

“Me either.”

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headfullofpresley · 2 years

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Body and Soul

Pairing: Elvis Presley x plus size!reader

Word count: 5712

Warning(s): angst!!, body shaming, strong language, reader is insecure and battling inner demons, mentions of the colonel, SMUT; oral (f. and m. receiving), they fuckin’ duhhh.

Requested: nopeeee.

Summary: When the demons inside of your head try to drag you down, Elvis is there to lift you back up.

Author’s note: two fics in one night? whaaaa? must be a friday. (it’s 4am for me, ha ha ha). ignore the summary, it’s uglyyyy. n e way, enjoy my buttercups <3

masterlist

‘‘I wanna love me, the way that you love me. For all of my pretty and all of my ugly too; I’d love to see me from your point of view. I wanna trust me, the way that you trust me 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do; I'd love to see me from your point of view.’’

As you looked at yourself in the full length mirror that stood in the corner of your boyfriend’s hotel suite, you couldn’t drown out the demons in your head. Their voices were overwhelming, screaming so loud it made tears burn in your eyes. You shouldn’t be crying, not now. It was the opening night of Elvis’ residency at The International and he had even picked out your outfit for the evening, which you absolutely loved when you opened the box it was delivered in. But as soon as you put it on, a dark cloud hung above your head and you felt extremely uncomfortable. The short sequined halter dress in a shade of cool blue hugged your body perfectly, the length of the dress drawing attention to your legs. The white pumps that came along with the dress were gorgeous and fit like they were made just for you. From the outfit to the way your hair was styled and your make-up was applied, eyeshadow matching the color of the dress, everything was perfect─then why did you feel so damn miserable?

A knock on the door startled you out of your trance of hating everything you saw in the mirror in front of you and you quickly blinked your tears away when you heard Dee’s, Vernon’s wife, voice from the other side. You cleared your throat a little as you walked over to the door and smiling brightly at the blonde woman, letting that mask you wore most of the time slip back on like a second skin. You were so used it. Smiling and laughing along with everyone, as if you weren’t tugging at your dress under the table, or pulling at your shirt at the waist, making sure it wouldn’t be too tight.

‘‘You look beautiful, my dear! The show is about to start. Are you ready?’’ She asked as a sweet smile was planted on her face, as it always was. You knew Elvis wasn’t very fond of Dee, but she had grown on you and you actually like her positive spirit. As she held out her arm for you to take, you quickly grabbed your clutch and smiled as you hooked your arm through hers, letting her guide you down to the show. The curtain of the stage was still drawn and when people turned their heads to look in your direction, you kept your eyes straight ahead as you prayed they were looking at Dee’s extravagant hair-do. You caught some females whispering to each other and giggling as they looked into your direction and you swallowed the lump in your throat, trying your best to ignore it. You wanted nothing more than to give them a piece of your mind, but you knew better than to draw more attention to yourself than necessary. You also did not want to ruin the entire night for Elvis and your in-laws.

Vernon greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as you sat down in the booth that had the best view on the stage. You noticed The Colonel sitting a few booths down, giving you a small nod to greet you. You nearly rolled your eyes, giving the slimy toad a quick smile before you turned your attention back to Dee, talking to her while you sipped your drinks and waited for the show to start. The Colonel did not like you and you knew it─luckily, the feeling was mutual. You overheard him putting ideas in Elvis’ head once, going on and on about how he should break up with you to focus on his career and the shows instead. About how you weren’t the right fit for a man like Elvis. You trusted Elvis, but you were still grateful that you eavesdropped long enough to hear Elvis tell him to stop talking nonsense and that he was not going to dump you, because he loved you, and did not give a damn about what other people thought about that.

When the show started, it got your mind off of the uncomfortable feeling that lingered in your stomach. You had convinced Vernon and Dee to let you sit in the middle, so most of your waist would be covered up by the table and luckily, they didn’t question you on the request. You were enjoying the show, singing your heart out to every song and sipping on martini’s with your in-laws. You were having a genuine good time, right up until the moment your boyfriend began singing Love Me Tender. You knew exactly what was coming now and oh, how you always dreaded it every damn time.

As Elvis leaned forward on the stage, kissing girls that ran up to the front row and cupping their cheeks tenderly, you tried your best to keep smiling and swaying to the music. In all honestly, you just wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. You knew this didn’t mean anything to him, kissing those girls didn’t mean anything to him, but you were jealous. And the insecurities you had of your own body played a big part in that. All those girls were the blue print of beauty standards around the world─hour glass figures, perfect plumb lips, bright round eyes. Those standards were unfortunately very toxic, but you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning to fall in that category. Dee gave you a smile as she slipped her hand into yours, making you sway to the music with her as Elvis had gotten off the stage now, making his way through the crowd, kissing girls that would linger around him. You felt The Colonel’s eyes burning in the side of your face and you didn’t even have to look his way to know that he was enjoying every minute of this. He always hoped that this would push you further away from Elvis, hoping that one day your jealousy and insecurities would get the best of you and you would run away from all of this. But you loved Elvis too much, more than anything in this damned world, and you weren’t planning on going anywhere.

Girls were crowding in front of the booth you were in now as they saw Elvis making his way over and they were squealing and screaming, waving at your boyfriend. ‘‘Do you think we’ll get a kiss?’’ One of them giggled excitedly and her friend laughed in the palm of her hand, looking over her shoulder at you. You felt her looking at you, but you kept your eyes glued on Elvis, bright smile on your face.

‘‘Well, he kisses that Miss Piggy over there every night, so I’m sure we’ll be doing him a favor,’’ She laughed before turning back to Elvis who had reached your booth. You felt your blood run cold, a mixture of her words and those pesky demons in your head telling you ‘’Ha! I told you! You’re fat!’’ replaying over and over again. You tried hard to keep the smile on your face, but as Elvis looked at you, he didn’t miss the way your lower lip trembled slightly. He went in to hug his father, concern swimming in his eyes.

‘‘Are you okay?’’ he mouthed to you and you widened your eyes a little, immediately plastering that smile back on your face as you nodded heavily. He smiled softly, gently grabbing your chin as he placed a soft open mouthed kiss on your lips. You smiled sweetly at him, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze when you saw he was still slightly worried. He moved on to give Dee a quick kiss on her cheek before he continued singing, disappearing back into the crowd to make his way back to the stage. The two girls that talked about you stood there, completely ignored and annoyed. You couldn’t help but grin a little, sipping your drink.

When Dee and Vernon congratulated Elvis on the great show in the backstage area before wishing everyone a good night, you wished they could take you with them. You wanted to get out of this dress and put on your pajamas, crawling under the safe space of the blankets and in Elvis’ arms. But since it was the opening show, ofcourse there just had to be an after party. It was being held in the hotel’s casino bar which they had shut off for the public, only letting in people of Elvis’ entourage, people that worked at the hotel, the band, and so on. You loved most people here and felt comfortable around them, but still you couldn’t stop tugging at your dress and you were pretty sure you were annoying the hell out of the girls of The Sweet Inspirations who you were currently conversating with. The rational part of your brain knew that was not true, everyone was laughing and smiling, everyone liked you, but that other part was feeding you lies.

That dress is too short for you.

Can you feel your thighs touching? Disgusting.

Cover up your shoulders, don’t raise your arms.

Don’t smile so much, it’s not flattering for your cheeks.

Keep your chin up, remember that double chin.

Keep out of the bright lights, suck it in!

Mixed with the alcoholic beverages you had, you were starting to get overwhelmed. Elvis, who was on the other side of the room, could practically see the turmoil going on in your head as you pretended to keep up with the conversation you were having. He excused himself from the conversation and made his way through the crowd, slipping an arm around your waist. You gasped softly, his presence startling you but you calmed down the second you looked in his familiar eyes and saw his gentle smile.

‘‘Havin’ fun, sweetness?’’ He hummed in your ear as he kissed your temple, his fingertips sprawled out on your hips. While you usually enjoyed his touch, now it felt like his arm around you waist was weighing you down. As if it was burning right through your dress and you couldn’t keep your mind off of it. Was he disgusted at the feeling of your curves? The slight rolls that would appear in your side if you didn’t stand up straight enough? He squeezed you a little, awaiting for your response and you quickly smiled, nodding your head.

‘‘Ofcourse, hon. I always am,’’ you said, quickly taking a sip of your drink. You were about to change the subject and talk about the show, or the party, or anything, instead but when you saw him squinting his eyes at you suspiciously, you already knew he saw right through the mask you hid yourself behind.

‘‘Liar,’’ he simply stated, pulling you away from the girls. He leaned against the bar that you had been standing by and put the drink he was nursing on top of it, making you stand in between his legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You placed a hand on his chest as he pulled you closer to him, fingers slightly tightening around the rim of your glass. ‘‘What’s goin’ on, doll? I can see you’ve been stuck in there again,’’ he spoke softly, bringing his hand up to tap his finger against your forehead playfully and you laughed softly, swatting his hand away. You finished your drink and put the empty glass on the bar, grabbing his hands that were lingering on your hips.

‘‘Nothin’ baby, I swear. Just a little tired, that’s all,’’ you lied blatanly, smiling in his face. He hated when you lied to him. He was the one who could see right through you, so even though you knew lying was a lost cause with him, you kept doing it. Part of you was scared that if you would speak of your insecurities too much, he’d eventually grow tired of you and leave you. He’d do as The Colonel told him to do and move on to someone prettier, someone skinnier, someone better.

‘‘Okay, baby. Let me say goodbye to some people and we’ll go upstairs,’’ he said, pecking your lips as he stood up straight again. You quickly tightening the grip on his hands, shaking your head. ‘‘E, you don’t have to do that. Let’s stay and enjoy your party,’’

‘‘No,’’ he said simply, leaning in to peck your lips a few times. ‘‘We’re gon’ go upstairs so I can love all those worries out of your pretty lil’ head,’’

You felt heat flush both up your cheeks and in between your legs, watching him release your hands and wink at you before he turned around and made a quick round, saying goodbye to people. You stood there watching him for a little bit, a soft smile growing on your face before you decided to say your goodbyes too, not wanting to be the rude hostile girlfriend.

The door of the penthouse hadn’t even closed and Elvis was already behind you, moving your hair to the side and kissing the side of your neck. He couldn’t reach much skin due to your dress and his fingers quickly found the zipper on the back, sliding it down slowly. Your grip on your clutch loosened and you let it fall to the floor with a soft thump, goosebumps decorating your skin as he slipped your dress down, the fabric pooling around your feet. He took your hand in his and you stepped out of it, your eyes glued on his face as you followed him to the bed where he was guiding you toward. You felt anxious, exposed at the way you stood there in only your lingerie and heels. He sat himself down on the edge of the bed as he released your hand, his hands sliding up your waist as he looked up at you.

A lump was forming in your throat as his eyes were glued on every imperfection on your body, his big hands running along every detail─the stretch marks carved onto your skin, the dips in your hips, the softness at your sides. Your brain couldn’t stop itself from stressing out, questioning all of his movements, overwhelming you to the point of a tear slipping down your cheek.

‘‘Good God, you’re beautiful, baby,’’ he whispered, his fingertips pressing into your thighs.

As you suddenly stepped away from him, his eyes met yours and you quickly wiped the stray tear away with the back of your hand.

‘‘I don’t feel like it,’’ you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady as you swallowed your tears down, not wanting to ruin his entire evening. He leaned forward, quickly catching your hands in his as he pulled you back toward him. Your knees hit the bed and he made you sit on his lap, straddling him as his hands ran up your thighs, resting on your hips. He could feel you were trying not to put all your weight on him, but he wasn’t having it. Snaking an arm around your waist, he pressed you down further, cupping your face with his other hand.

‘‘I’m gon’ show you how beautiful you are to me,’’ he whispered, bringing your face closer to his as he captured your lips in a slow, gentle kiss. You let out a deep sigh as he deepened the kiss a little, his tongue exploring your mouth like he had done so many times before. You knew how capable he was of making you feel beautiful and as if you were a queen, especially when he was determined, which he seemed to be tonight.

Your hands tangled in his hair as his hands roamed down your body, squeezing the flesh of your ass in his palms softly as he pushed you harder against him. You could feel his bulge pressing against you and he hummed into your mouth when you grinded against him, creating a slow rhythm of delicious friction. As he pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes fluttered open as he looked at you with a small smile, hands guiding your hips. He just looked at you, taking in the way your hair framed your face so prettily, lips parted as your hands were gripping onto the collar of his shirt. He planted tiny kisses among your jawline, tasting your perfume in your neck, the smell making his arousal grow even more.

When he firmly wrapped his arms around your waist and switched positions, laying you down on your back, you gasped softly and looked up at him. He leaned back, taking off his shirt and you crawled further onto the bed, leaning against the ridiculous amount of pillows that were placed against the soft, nearly wall covering headboard. You watched him like a hawk as he kicked his shoes off and got onto the bed with you, making his way over to you with determination in his eyes. In your state of nerves and arousal, you completely forgot you were still wearing your heels, only reminded by it when he picked up your feet and took them off one by one. He placed soft, open mouthed kisses on the bridge of your left foot, kissing his way up your leg and to your thigh as he lowered himself in between your legs. Your hands were already squeezing the sheets and he grinned softly as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you down a bit more, making you let out a soft squeal. You giggled softly, your head rolling to the side to look down at him, biting your lip as he placed kisses on your inner thighs, fingers hooking underneath the hem of your panties.

He had been in this position so many times before, but it always made you nervous. You were always afraid that your thighs would be suffocating him whenever the pleasure got a little too much and you’d squeeze your legs together. You were afraid that your tummy would put him off when he was looking up at you while eating you out. Elvis on the other hand, loved it. He loved when you’d squeeze his head in between your delicious thighs, loved peeking over the curves of your body to hold intense eye contact with you when he made you feel good. He couldn’t get enough of it and he wanted you to know that. He wanted to make absolutely sure you were aware that he loved you, body and soul.

Your panties were removed and thrown somewhere across the room and you blushed heavily at being so exposed in front of him. You cursed yourself for not having more drinks, loosening you up a little more.

‘‘Relax, baby,’’ he whispered, his hands running up your sides. He could feel how tense you were under his touch and God, he hated that. It wasn’t always like this, but he figured something must’ve happened tonight. He knew how stubborn you were and how you were always thinking of him, not wanting to worry him, but he also knew you would tell him whenever you were ready. Right now, he was focused on having you give yourself over to him and his love.

‘‘I’m gonna make you feel real good, angel,’’ he hummed against your skin as he was kissing up and down your inner thighs. You tried your best to keep your mind out of this and put your body in it instead. He always knew what set you off and when he gently wrapped his lips around your clit, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He could slowly but surely feel you relax under him as he parted his lips, dipping his tongue through your folds. His hands found your breasts, massaging them in his palms as his thumbs caressed your nipples and you couldn’t stop yourself from covering his hands with your own, squeezing a little harder. His eyes were glued on your face, watching it contort into pleasure as he was eating you out like a starved man, picking up the tempo.

It didn’t take him long to have you a writhing mess in the sheets, clawing at your hair and the pillows around you. Your worries and insecurities were slowly fading into nothingness as pleasure clouded your brain, the only thing you could focus on your boyfriend’s tongue and mouth that was latched onto you like it had always belonged there. He had pushed your legs up, fingers sprawled out against your thighs and you weren’t even worried about how your tummy looked in the position. He hummed deeply against your pussy, the vibrations making you shake as your toes curled in the air. Your arms reached down, trying to either pull him closer or push him away─honestly, you weren’t sure. He made you feel as if you were losing your mind and it felt extraordinary. You had no idea how he always managed to make you this far gone with just foreplay, but you couldn’t be more thankful for it. You could never share a bed with another man again, that you were absolutely sure of.

‘‘E-Elvis.. Fuck! I’m gonna c-cum,’’ you cried out, your thighs trying to squeeze together to soften the blow of your approaching orgasm, but as he responded by groaning into your folds, you knew nothing could save you now. You looked down at him as you grabbed onto his hair, pushing him against you as your hips moved along to his tongue as much as they could, thighs shaking pathetically as you came undone on his tongue. He slowly lowered your legs and grinned in your folds, making sure he lapped up all of your juices. You placed your foot in between his shoulder blades, whining softly as you were trying to catch your breath. He slowly pulled back and you looked down at him, your heart leaping against your ribcage at the sight of him smiling at you with half of his face covered in your arousal. Truly a sight for sore eyes.

‘‘You always taste so good, doll,’’ he hummed and you laughed softly as you placed your legs back on the bed. He crawled up and leaned down, lips ghosting over yours. You caught his bottom lip and sucked on it, not caring that you tasted yourself. If anything, it only got you riled up all over again. Elvis wasn’t the first man you had slept with, but he was the first one that could make you do things you had never done. And he definitely was the first one that always made you feel so good, not only by giving you amazing orgasms, but also by soothing your mind and making you feel like you were his perfect little porcelain doll. You never thought you’d enjoy that feeling so much.

‘‘I love you,’’ you sighed, pushing some of his hair out of his face and he grinned at you, kissing the tip of your nose. ‘‘I love you more,’’ he whispered, going in for another kiss but you placed your hands against his chest, pushing him back and he let himself fall on the bed as he realised where you were going with this. As your hands fumbled with his pants, his hand reached out to the light on the bedside table. He knew how much you hated sucking him off, or riding him, with the lights on and even though he wanted to show you you had nothing to worry about, he did not want to make you feel completely uncomfortable, or force you into doing something you didn’t like. You grabbed onto his wrist, stopping him.

‘‘Leave it on,’’ you told him with a smile.

‘‘Baby, are you sure? We can turn it off, I don’t mind,’’ he assured you and you inhaled a deep breath, giving him a nod. ‘‘I’m absolutely sure. It’s okay..’’ you leaned forward, giving him a quick kiss before you pulled his pants and underwear down.

As he got comfortable and you wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping him a few times, his head fell back against the headboard. Eyes fluttering shut when you took him in your mouth, tongue teasing around the tip, he let out a deep moan. When you took him in deeper and softly gagged around him, he looked down at you and gathered your hair together, keeping it out of your face in a makeshift ponytail. While you usually hated going down on your man with the lights on, worried about the view he’d have on your back side, you were able to enjoy it now. Especially with the way he was looking at you and complimenting you like he was doing now.

‘‘God, you’re so beautiful, Y/N,’’ he groaned, tongue swiping across his lower lip before sinking his teeth in it. His free hand grabbed yours, lacing your fingers together as he gave your hand a soft squeeze. ‘‘You’re doing so well, baby girl. Always treatin’ me so well,’’ he hummed, grinning softly as he noticed his praise was making you speed up a little, your movements growing sloppy and desperate. You were starting to enjoy yourself, so much so that you stuck your ass up in the air a little when you changed positions. He admired your body as he gently pushed you further onto his cock, moaning deeply when he heard you gagging. He repeated the action a few times, until he let you catch your breath by loosening the grip on your hair.

‘‘My perfect girl,’’ he smiled down at you, hand squeezing yours a little harder and you could feel him twitch in your mouth a little. You continued, wanting to make him cum undone with your mouth, but he seemed to have other ideas. Tugging at your hair softly, you took the hint and let him slip out of your mouth, inhaling a sharp breath of air as you looked at him. He smiled lovingly and leaned forward, releasing your hair as he kissed your lips. ‘‘Get on your knees, sweetness. Face the window,’’ he told you, nodding his head to the large floor to ceiling windows of the hotel suite. Giggling, you immediately did as told and got on your knees and hands, facing the window. You caught your own reflection in it through the twinkling lights of the city of Vegas that was still bustling underneath you and your face fell a little, worry creeping back into your veins. He positioned himself behind you and ran his hands up your ass and back, hand wrapping around your throat gently as he leaned himself forward.

‘‘Look at yourself, baby girl. You look so gorgeous right now,’’ he whispered in your ear, his eyes looking at the window. You met his eyes in the reflection and swallowed. You had to admit the position was hot to look at, but before you could drown them out, the voices were back.

Why do you even think he wants you like this? Because then he won’t be able to see your stomach, obviously.

Once he’ll see your ass jiggle, he will be turned off immediately.

Better hope he won’t be distracted by those stretch marks on your hips.

‘‘Don’t listen to them,’’ he whispered again, as if he could read your mind. You swallowed thickly, squeezing your eyes shut as he kissed your cheek lovingly. You had told him about those voices before, how they haunted you at times, how they would make it hard for you to even look in the mirror. You would never really tell him when it was happening, but somehow he managed to always find out when they were feeding you lies again. He knew you better than himself, could see it in the way your eyes would fill with worry, body tensing up.

‘‘They’re nothing. It’s all lies, baby. Listen to me instead,’’ he told you, moving some hair out of your face as he leaned himself on one hand and his knees. ‘‘I love every inch of this beautiful body of yours. You’re my girl, Y/N, and only mine. I love you, I love all of you,’’ he chanted into your ear in a whisper, leaning down to your neck to plant soft kisses against your skin, telling you he loved you over and over again. A tear slipped down your cheek, but you still wanted him. You didn’t want this to come in between you and Elvis─you wanted to make love to him, in every position, with the lights on. You nodded your head, turning to look at him and kiss his lips.

‘‘I wish I saw myself from your point of view,’’ you whispered against his lips and he smiled softly, pecking your lips once more before he gently grabbed your chin and turned your face back to the window. His eyes met yours through the reflection, cheek pressed against yours. ‘‘This is my point of view,’’ he whispered, leaning back again to align himself at your entrance. Your teeth sank into your tongue as you watched him behind you, waiting for your approval. His hand was caressing your hip, fingertips tracing your stretch marks and as you gave him a silent nod and he pushed himself inside of you, you gasped softly and just let it all… go. The worries, the voices, the feeling of not being enough… as soon as he filled you up and started thrusting, all you could think about was him. Him, him, him. He was everywhere, clouding your brain and sucking you into a state of bliss along with him. He went easy on you, until your moans got louder and you were pushing your hips back at him, trying to meet him half way.

He turned merciless, thrusting into you so hard you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore. You leaned down on the bed, cheek pressed into the sheets as your arms were stretched out in front of you, clawing at the sheets. It seemed he was just as far gone as you were─hands switching between holding onto your hips and digging his fingers into your skin, and squeezing your ass that jiggled so deliciously. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of your body and the way your face was flushed with pleasure, your walls clenching around him every time he thrusted forward.

‘‘Fucking hell,’’ he groaned as he threw his head back, hips stuttering as he came undone inside of you while you were hit with your second orgasm of the night. You pressed your face in the sheets, letting out a high pitched moan as your toes curled. You were sucking him in, desperate for him not to leave you although you were hit with slight overstimulation. He slowly pulled out of you, both whining softly in sync and as you let yourself fall onto your stomach, he let himself fall on his back next to you. You both laid there for a few minutes, catching your breath until you raised your head and looked at him. The both of you looked absolutely fucked senseless and you laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair to get some out of his face.

‘‘Thank you, E,’’ you whispered and he rolled his head into your direction, looking at you with a soft smile. ‘‘For what, baby?’’

‘‘For loving me for me,’’ you said, crawling closer to him. He opened his arms and you leaned on his chest a little. Again, he felt you trying not to put all your weight on him so as he closed his arm around you, he pressed you down onto him more. You laughed softly and kissed his chin. ‘‘Don’t be silly, little one,’’ he laughed softly, looking down at you as he caressed some of your hair behind your ear. Repeating the action a few times before it stayed in the way he wanted it to.

‘‘Guess I am a little offended that you’d think I would see you any differently because of your body, though. But now I know that you think I’m a small minded asshole, thanks a lot,’’ he sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes as he looked away from you. You lifted your head and widened your eyes at him. He wanted to keep the act going for a little bit, but couldn’t when he saw your face, letting out a laugh.

‘‘I’m kidding, Y/N baby,’’ he grinned, pecking your lips playfully as he wrapped both arms around you, squeezing you in his embrace. ‘‘I will always love you. Always, always, always,’’ he laughed, rolling you around so you were on your back, planting kisses all over your face. You laughed, trying to fight him off, although you thoroughly enjoyed his attack of love.

‘‘E?’’ You questioned as he stopped kissing you and was smiling down at you like a fool. He hummed softly in response, laying his head on your chest. Your fingers ran through his hair as you grinned softly to yourself. ‘‘Wanna take a shower together?’’

At this, he lifted his head so fast you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled a muscle. You never really showered together, because the harsh lighting of the bathroom made you want to jump right out of the window. Looking at you with big eyes, a smirk tugged at his mouth. ‘‘Oh baby, I should be showin’ you how gorgeous you are more often,’’

With that, he was up and ready, pulling you with him. You laughed as you followed him into the bathroom, watching as he turned on the shower excitedly, stepping in right away even though the water wasn’t on temperature yet. He grabbed your hands and pulled you in, making you scream at the cold water. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly, stepping you both under the water when it was a little warmer, kissing you. ‘‘You’re my favorite person in the world,’’ you grinned at him as you pulled back, squishing his face in your hands a little. He stuck his tongue out, chuckling as he slapped your ass playfully.

‘‘You’re my favorite person in the universe,’’ he grinned back at you, peeling your hands off of his face so he could kiss you again.

It was going to be a long night, with the lights on.

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

Warnings: mentions of death, grief.

Word Count: 3K

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

Have you read Part 5?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you ever get lonely?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pinky promise, Cheeks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bet on it, princess.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y–you do?” You asked rhetorically.

“Do you take me as being dim-witted?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End of Part 6.

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austinstyles · 1 year

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Love me, for me

Austin!Elvis x plus size reader

Note: I decided to write a plus size reader fanfic, since I myself am also not very slim. And you can imagine the reader however you want them to look like. I am not sure how many words for those of you how want the word count. And the reader uses she/her pronounce.

Warning: kissing, spelling mistakes, making out.

Y/n pov

The year was 1961 and me and Elvis have been dating for a year, after coming home form the army Elvis asked me out and we started our relationship after the first date. Today was our 1 year anniversary, and we were going to celebrate it tonight. I was getting ready and putting on my blue and white polkadots dress the dress was one of Elvis favorite dresses on me. The dress fits perfectly on my curvy body, and around my butt I look in the mirror and feel like tonight is going to be a good night. Down stairs I heard a nock on the front door. I can hear Elvis voice talking to my mother, and I walked down the stairs and see Elvis in a pair of pink pants and a black shirt. He looks so very handsome tonight.

In the car we were going to the park for our picnic in the night sky. It was a beautiful night and the stars were so amazing on this night. “ Here we are y/n” Elvis said as he parked the car. “It is a beautiful place for a picnic Elvis.” I told him and kissed his cheek.

Elvis pov

Y/n is so beautiful tonight, I can’t believe I meet this amazing person and the love we have for each other s so strong. I am falling for her more and more everyday. I put the blanket on the ground and we sit down on the blanket and start putting the food out, we started to dig in the two of us. My momma had made the food and help me pack the basket before I picked up my girlfriend. I love calling y/n my girlfriend. Here curves are one of the amazing things about her and she is confident in herself.

After eating we cleaned up the whole leftovers and packed the basket up again, we walked to the car and I opened the door for her and closed and sat in the car on the drivers side. We both toured to face each other and our lips touched and we were kissing. Sparks were flying everywhere.

Y/n pov

Kissing Elvis is the best felling In the entire world, and we started making out and we don’t stop for for the next minutes. We start to pull away and I look into his eyes and immediately “ I love that you love me, fore me Elvis. You are the best boyfriend in the world.” My mouth blurted out, and I meant everything I said. “ I am the luckiest in the world to love you y/n and I love you so much.” Elvis told me and my heart melted, he is amazing. And I love him and his singing. “let’s get you home before your parents get mad at me for breaking your curfew.” Elvis told you and you agree even if you don’t the night to end.

Elvis dropped me off at home and walked me to the front door and we shard a goodbye kiss and I walked inside my house and saw Elvis driving away to his own house. I saw my parents sitting in the living room and heard “Who was the date tonight?” My mom asking with a smile. “ Amazing night with Elvis everything was perfect.” I said smile and thinking about the beautiful night with my boyfriend. “ I am going to bed good night.” I tell my family and go to my bedroom and get ready for bed.

2 weeks later.

Elvis pov

It is date night today and I am so excited to see my beautiful girlfriend again, we have not had a date night in a while so I am very excited.

I pick up y/n and I drive us to the restaurant, we had a reservation and we get there. We ate our food and get in the car and I drive us to a parking spot and turn to y/n and we started kissing. And kissing led to making out. And we were at it for 5 minutes and pulled away.

“I am the happiness person a live Elvis. I am so happy that you love me for me. “ “ I could never get enough of you my loving girlfriend. You are the best girlfriend in the world.” We told each other.

And started kissing again.

Best day of my life was the day of our relationship started. And I am so happy everyday I have her in my life.

Hope everyone enjoyed this fanfic. Feel free to request a fanfic you want me to write.

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luvrgirlfanfics · 2 years

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INSECURITIES | v. hopper

pairing: vance hopper x plus-size!reader

author notes: this is written for women with thicker thighs and a more “chubby” stomach.

warnings: body shaming, panic attack, and very ooc vance.

You had never hated your body, sure you were bigger than most girls, and sure you had your days where you didn’t even want to look in a mirror, but at the end of the day you had a loving boyfriend who loves you.

You and Vance were going to the arcade today, it took a lot of bribing to get him to go, but you finally succeeded.

You heard a knock on the door and your mother welcoming Vance into the house. Your mother always loved Vance, she liked the way he didn’t put on a filter around her, like most guys would.

You could hear his combat boots stomping down the hallway and into your room. “Hello, my love” You said as he walked into the room.

“Hi.” He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist watching you finish up your makeup. “You don’t need makeup you know” You smiled and put down your lip gloss.

“I know. But it makes me feel better” You smiled at him. He leaned in and pecked your lips, messing up your lipgloss. You chuckled at the red stain on vance’s lips and wiped it off with a makeup wipe. “Ready?” Vance nodded and grabbed your hand walking out the door.

It wasn’t a long walk to the arcade, but enough to make your ankles sore. You sighed as the cold air from the arcade hit you.

You walked up to the change machine and got your coins before quickly making a beeline to ‘Street Fighter’

“Why are you so obsessed with this game?” Vance chuckles as you continue to play.

“This is my pinball” You smile as you heard him laugh. “Yes!” You cheered as you beat your high-score. “Vance look! Look!” You pointed at the screen like a kid in a candy shop, pointing at the candies.

“I’m proud of you!” Vance kissed your cheek before pulling you to the air hockey.

“You going down” You stated as you stood across from him.

“Wanna bet?” You chuckled.

“You win, i pay for you Pinball. But if i win, you pay for my Street Fighter, and a slushie” Vance chuckled but nodded and started the game.

“I let you win.” Vance grumbled as the two of you walked away. You laughed as shook your head. The final score was 7-5.

You guys continued to play games, you winning everytime, except for Pinball, of course.

“I’ll be right back, i gotta fix my makeup” Vance nodded and pecked your lips before watching you walk away.

As you walked into the bathroom there was a group of girls standing and talking. You didn’t think anything of it as you walked to the mirror and pulled out your lip stick and lipgloss.

“Oh my gosh. That’s a fat girl that Pinball Vance is dating” You tried your best to ignore the laughs and giggles that came after that.

“It’s sad to think Vance actually likes that thing” That was your last straw, you quickly applied your lipgloss and walked out hearing the girls laugh.

You quickly found Vance waiting and grabbed his hand pulling him twords the exit.

“Hey. Hey. Are you okay?” Vance pulled you to stop. He turned you around and saw your glassy eyes. “What happened?”

“Can we just go…please” You begged as you watched him nod and begin to walk with you.

“Why are you to back to early? Did something happen?” You didn’t answer and walked to your room.

“What happened?” Your mother asked Vance as he stood there.

“I don’t know, that’s what i’m trying to figure out” Vance sighed and watched your mom nod and signal him to go find out.

Vance walked into the room and saw you taking off your makeup and taking down your hair. You hadn’t seen him in the reflection as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Tears fell as you brushed your hairs and slid down the wall, the hairbrush falling out of you hand.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. What happened?” Vance said as he sat down and pulled you into him.

“Bathroom. Girls. My Body” You stated through your ragged breathes. You could feel yourself slipping into a panic attack, and Vance could sense it too.

“Hey. Look at me” Vance said as he grabbed your face. “Five things to see.” You tried to open your mouth but couldn’t talk. “You have to try to calm down. Come on you got it. Five things you can see”

“I-I can see…” You cut yourself off with a sob. “Y-You. U-Um, My p-posters.”

“Three more” Vance said as he wiped your tears.

“M-My R-Record player. My Brush” Your breath got more quick making Vance worry.

“One more, baby. Just one more” Vance quickly stated.

“M-My u-um, my bed” Vance put on a smile smile, making you calm down a bit.

“Four things you can hear” Vance said as he sat next to you and put your head on his shoulder.

“M-My heart beat. The-The wind. Foot-Footsteps,” You took at breath. “E-Elvis Presley” Vance smiled at the song playing in the background. ‘Falling in Love’ by Elvis Presley.

“Theee things you can feel”

“Your hair. The floor. Your-Your ja-jacket”

“Your doing so well” Vance praised as he grabbed your hand. “Two things you can smell”

“Your C-Cologne, and Oranges”

“And one thing you can taste” Vance was happy you were calmed down.

“My left over lipgloss” You stated as you got your breathi mg back to normal.

“Good job. I’m proud of you” Vance grabbed you face turning your head to look at him. He wiped your tears with his thumbs and held your face in his hands. “I’m not gonna ask you what happened right now, but i wanna talk about it later if your okay with that”

You nodded as went to stand up but your body was weak. “Here.” Vance said as he picked you up. Vance was strong, from all the fights, but also from all the times your mother forced him to help her re-arange the house.

“I’m too heavy, your gonna hurt yourself one day” You muttered as her set you on the bed.

“Hey. If you were to heavy i wouldn’t be carrying you” Vance smiled as he went to your closet and got you some more comfy clothes. “Here” He set them on the bed and helped you remove your shirt and shorts. He turned around so you could take off the rest and put on the new clothes.

“Done” You stated as you put your clothes on the floor and layed down on the bed. Vance got on the bed and layed his head on your chest, his arms going around your waist.

“If you ready to talk, what happened at the arcade?” Vance asked quietly. You took a deep breathe and burried your hands in his hair.

“I was fixing my lips and then a group of girls that were in the bathroom already started making these mean comments about my body, and how it’s weird to think that you would like a thing like me” You stated. Vance sighed and shook his head.

“Don’t believe them. And if it makes we weird to like you, then i’m weird, so what. But your beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Your mine, and I’m yours. That’s all that matters right now” Vance said as he lightly ran his fingers over your stomach feeling the goosebumps come up under his fingers.

“I love you” You stated making Vance sit up and look at you.

“What? What did you say?” Vance stated with a big smile on his face. You laughed as his eyes teared up a bit.

“I love you idiot” You smiled softly and took in his features.

“I love you” Vance smiled as he hid his face in thr crook of your neck. You giggled as he kissed the side of your neck. As you two layed there in scilence, listening to ‘Falling in Love’ by Elvis Presley on repeat, the two of you though about your future together…

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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

called ya, didn't i?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 1 year

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Too Beautiful.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x plus sized reader

Requested: yes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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chaussetteblanche · 2 years

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masterlist

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

fluff : 💕 angst : ☁️

• PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS • Luke Castellan training with Luke 💕 I hate you ☁️💕 deception ☁️ sweatshirt 💕 finally 💕

• SPIDER-MAN : INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE • Hobie Brown hobie taking care of drunk!you 💕 "I can't do this anymore," ☁️

Miles Morales the view 💕

• STRANGER THINGS • Eddie Munson: Hawkins Camp pt. I Finn Wolfhard: bus rides ☁️💕 feeling weird ☁️💕

• HARRY POTTER • Fred Weasley rotten riddles 💕

• ARCANE • Sevika: someone better 💕 sevika patching you up ☁️💕 Vi: hot sauce and orange juice 💕 baby, it's cold outside 💕

• ELVIS PRESLEY MOVIE • Austin Butler: supermarket 💕 stepping on toes 💕 around the dining table 💕

• HEARTSTOPPER • Kit Connor : tired of it 💕 coming out as bi to kit ☁️💕 comforting kit after his tweet ☁️💕 boyfriend!kit headcannons 💕 kit taking you to the gym 💕 plus-sized!reader gets hate on social media, kit comforts her ☁️💕

• MARVEL • Tom Holland: ‘just good business’ series PART I, PART II ☁️💕 Peter Parker: stay with me 💕

• THE GRAY MAN • Sierra Six: the truth ☁️💕

• OUTER BANKS • JJ Maybank: waves series PART I, PART II, PART III, PART IV, PART V, PART VI, PART VII, PART VIII, PART IX ☁️💕 “i just want an answer, goddammit!”, part two ☁️ Rudy Pankow: “what on earth are you wearing?” 💕

• STAR WARS • Poe Dameron: ‘the mechanic’ series PART I, PART II (rest coming soon!) “you’re trembling,” ☁️ “i’m gonna keep you alive whether you like it or not!” ☁️ “your bedhead is really cute,” 💕 “i don’t owe you an explanation,” ☁️ “i thought you were dead,” ☁️💕

• DEADLY CLASS • Marcus Lopez Arguello: marcus tending to your wounds 💕

• LORD OF THE RINGS • Legolas Greenleaf: just like the wind series I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X ☁️💕

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rebelminxy · 4 years

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Not So Blue Christmas

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 1952

Warning: Fluff and then SMUT!

Trope: Sexy Santa Dress

Rating: Mature Audience

A/N: Ok, ok, I had to at least get one smut for the trope @supernaturaltropecelebration Christmas Mini Bang. Images are not mine, they were found on Pinterest and Google, so credit goes to their original creator. I hope you enjoy!

A/N 2: I hope EVERYONE had an awesome Christmas and a Happy Holiday! That you got to spend time with those you love and enjoy the holidays. Now let’s get ready because 2020 is right around the corner!!!

My Masterlist

You stood back in the darkest corner of the hall while you watched the fans sing along with Richard and Rob as they sang Holly Jolly Christmas. It was a week before Christmas and the Supernatural cast was doing their last convention for the year. You were supposed to be out in Paris for a fashion show your new plus size clothing line was highlighting in, but you really miss your man after being away from him for the past four months because of work. You hadn’t told him about your arrival just in case you weren’t able to make it, but after the phone call with Gen. you knew you had to make it to the convention.

“Gen told me you were supposed to arrive tomorrow,” Jared’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

“I caught an earlier flight and came straight here once I landed,” you replied, smiling up at him.

“Well, good thing you arrived tonight. Jay was planning on leaving tomorrow to Paris right after our photo op. Took a lot to convince him to wait on buying a plane ticket.”

“What time will you guys be heading back to the hotel?”

“If it all ends on time, we should be back around eleven. Everyone wants to at least have a few drinks before we head back since a few cast members are leaving in the morning.”

“A few drinks?” you asked cautiously.

“I know Gen told you he was drinking a bit more than usual because of your time apart, but I promise I won’t let him go back drunk to the hotel room,” Jared responded with a chuckle as he pulled a card out of his jeans pocket, handing it to you. “He really misses you, ya know.”

“Yeah, same here. But seriously, don’t let him get drunk, I’ve got some news to share and I need him sober.”

“I’ve got ya, darling,” Jared winked at you, causing you to smile.

That’s when the crowd broke out in applause, causing you both to look up at the stage to see Jensen walking across it, waving at the crowd. You felt your heart warm at the sight of him. Compared to the constant Skype calls, they were nothing to seeing him in person. He sat on a stool next to Rob which had a mic in front.

“I need to go backstage, but have fun tonight and make sure he is at least ready for midday tomorrow. Good luck with the news.”

You smiled at Jared as he walked away towards the door he used to get to you. You turned to look back at the stage as Jensen spoke.

“Well, hey there everyone! Hope y’all enjoying tonight’s music.”

The crowd went wild with screams as he took the guitar Richard handed him.

“Since Christmas is right around the corner, we all thought it would be fun to just sing holiday songs. But I gotta admit, I’m not feeling so great this season.”

“WHAT’S WRONG JENSEN?” someone screamed out from the crowd.

“Well, as you all know, (Y/N) my girlfriend, is currently in Paris for a fashion show that is presenting her new clothing line,” he replied, which caused the crowd to go wild once again.

“I heard her plus size clothing line has been doing great and she is planning on doing a spring line inspired by the Supernatural family,” Rob added.

“That is true,” Jensen responded. “But because of our busy schedule, this will be the very first Christmas we won't celebrate together.”

The ‘awws’ resonated through the crowd. Jensen smiled weakly at everyone.

“So the only song I could think of singing tonight was Elvis Presley’s ‘Blue Christmas’ to convey my feelings. I hope y’all don’t mind singing along with me.”

The crowd went silent as Jensen and Rob began to play their guitars, the band joining them as they played the song. When Jensen began to sing, you could feel the same sadness you felt for the past months, being separated from him. Your friends made fun of how attached to the hip you and Jensen were, but you couldn’t help how much you loved the man, and how much he adored you. As the crowd sang along with him, you made your way out of the hall. You smiled to yourself as you held onto the card Jared gave you, knowing what you had planned would be perfect.

It was around ten-thirty at night when you heard Jared outside the suite.

“Dude, they promised to unlock the door in the morning.”

“Then how will I get dressed? What am I going to wear to sleep? All my belongings are in that room!”

“They made sure the suite would have an extra pair of pajamas for you and they will get your things out first thing in the morning. Let’s not have what happened in Montreal again.”

You could hear Jensen grunt on the other side as he unlocked the door. You quickly ran over to the living room of the suite and sat down on the gigantic couch that took up half the room. You heard the door shut and his heavy footsteps as he walked towards the living room area, which was in the direction of the bedroom. You smiled as you watched him freeze at the entrance, staring at you in disbelief.

“Hey there, babe. Miss me?” you said flirtatiously.

You sat there wearing a thigh-high velvet Santa dress you made two weeks ago, right after you made the decision for your flight back home. The dress showed off your deliciously thick thighs, and you wore black thigh high stockings and ankle-high black six-inch heel boots with gold buckles on the side. Your hair was curled and loose, and a Santa hat pinned to your head. Simple makeup to finish the entire look, but was underneath the outfit was the real surprise.

Without waiting another second, Jensen walked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours as he dropped down to his knees in front of you. As you looked at him, he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close into a deep, passionate kiss. A kiss you had been craving for the last few months. His lips pressed against yours, so soft and plump. He kissed you with such force, the force of a man that missed his woman. His tongue begged for entrance, licking the slit of your lips, which you gave so willingly. Tongues clashed against each other as they danced for dominance, the dominance you always gave in to after you teased him a bit. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck in turn, your fingers grasping his short hair. You moaned into his mouth, wanting more, but you knew you had to wait, at least until he was fed.

Sadly, you broke free from his kiss, hooded eyes looking at each other as you smiled at him, stroking the back of his neck.

“Missed you so much babe,” he groaned out, his hands gliding over your curvy hips to your round bottom.

“Same, babe, you don’t know how much I wanted to just leave everything behind to be with you.”

“But you’re here now,” he whispered back, his own smile breaking free. “How did you get away? I thought you had to be there for the show?”

“Left Angela in charge, and they don’t really need me there. It’s not like Paris will miss me,” you giggled. “Now, I ordered us some food that should still be warm so let's eat first, and then we can spend the rest of our time together.”

Jensen only nodded in response, his hand holding yours as you got up and guided him towards the dining table not far from the couch.

You were wrapped in Jensen’s arms, sitting on the couch after dinner. After having a long conversation playing catch up, you finally felt it was the right time to give him your news. But before you could speak a word, Jensen beat you to the punch.

“I wanted to ask you if you wanted to move in together?”

You stayed silent for a moment.

“Look, I know our jobs consist of us traveling constantly, but I was planning on buying a house in Austin, have a more permanent place out there. And I was wondering if you would like to move in your stuff so that when you aren’t traveling, you have a permanent home...with me.”

He began to ramble about how much he loved you and wanted to spend more time with you instead of being in separate homes in different states. Explained how Austin would be a perfect place to settle at and having a home together would be wonderful.

“You don’t have to answer right now. Figured you might be leaving back to Paris since you did say you had an…”

“I’m not going back to Paris, not anytime soon anyway,” you interrupted.

“What do you mean? When you left you said…”

“I know what I said, but traveling to Paris will make things a bit more difficult.”

You got up from his arms and stood before him, taking in a deep breath. Looking into his eyes, you began.

“The reason why I can’t go to Paris is that I am taking some time off. About a year off actually.”

“What’s wrong?” Jensen asked anxiously. “Is everything ok?”

“Everything is fine, babe. I just don’t know how you will take it,” you replied, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Remember the two weeks before I left? That trip to Miami?”

“Yeah, we decided to enjoy those weeks before we went back to work.”

“Well ...simply put it….” you began to stutter.

Jensen took hold of your hands in his and gave you his typical silly grin.

“I had forgotten to get a refill of my pill and didn’t take it during those days. I thought because my period was over that we would be safe and I would just get the refill in Paris!” you blurted out in one go.

Jensen’s eyes narrowed before growing wide, realizing what you were saying.

“I had a doctor monitor me out in Paris and since you were so excited with directing a few episodes, I wanted to wait until I was out the three-month danger zone to tell you. Plus, I know how dedicated you are to your career right now…”

“Wait so you knew this entire time and didn’t tell me?” Jensen said, his voice rising.

“I was scared, Jay. You know my history with miscarriages and I didn’t want to get my… our hopes up if this was another one,” you replied with a whine.

“Babe, even if it was, I would have been there with you every step of the way. Even from Vancouver, I would have wanted to be with you through it all.”

“I know, it was just my fear. I was afraid to have you see me break down.”

Jensen got up and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

“I love you so much, (Y/N). I get you were afraid, but remember, I love you no matter what.”

“I know, Jay,” you replied softly. “And that’s why I’m back in the states. I couldn’t wait any longer to tell you the good news and fought so hard with Gen about…”

“Wait, you told Gen but not me?”

“I told her about a week ago. Asking if she could help me through all this as someone who has two kids of her own.”

“Ok, that’s good,” he answered.

“Plus, she is the one looking for the best obstetrician in Austin…” you mumbled, hoping Jensen heard you.

“Wait, Austin?”

You looked up at him through your lashes, a tint of red dancing across your cheeks.

“I was hoping tonight that with this news you would be open to living together, but you beat me to the punch with that… AHHHHH!”

You screamed out as Jensen picked you up in his arms and began twirling around the room, his deep rumble of a laugh vibrating against you as you held on, laughing along with him from joy. Suddenly, he stopped and put you down, dropping to his knees as he touched your stomach.

“I’m sorry, are you both ok?” he asked with a worried tone.

“We are fine, babe. I just flew seven-plus hours in economy. I think a quick moment of joy will be ok.”

“Economy! Nope, our flight to Austin will be first class. You and the baby need space and comfort.”

“Our? I thought you were heading back to Vancouver after the con?”

“Nope, we are all off for the holidays and won’t be back to shooting till January. So, since you are here and staying, wait, you are staying right?”

“Silly bean!” you exclaimed in laughter. “I did say I was taking a year off.”

“Good, because I want you both safe and sound in our new home. The home we will search for once we get to Austin.”

You smiled down at him, feeling such warmth radiate through you as he carefully rubbed your belly. Thinking back on how you felt when you first saw that pregnancy test, you knew this was all worth it. You leaned down and kissed him on his forehead, hoping he felt the same joy you were feeling at this very moment. But that joy was then replaced by desire, the desire to show him how much you loved him.

You turned in his arms and asked for him to unzip your dress. He got up from the floor and slowly did so, his fingertips caressing your skin underneath the cloth inside. Once unzipped, you slid the velvet sleeves down, letting the dress pool down onto the floor. You heard Jensen gasped softly as you turned and faced him.

You wore a silk red see-through full body lingerie set. The piece showed off your curves, a red silk belt wrapped underneath your breasts into a bow. It had peacock patterns all over it and garter belts held up your black stockings. It was a set you saw in Paris and knew you had to buy for tonight’s meet up.

“Baby, are you sure we can…” Jensen began as his eyes grazed over every inch of your body.

“Positive, plus four months is too long, and I need you now.”

You pulled Jensen into you, kissing him desperately. Lips mashed against each other, tongues entangled in desire. You clutched onto his shirt as if grabbing on for dear life as you felt your body turn into jelly just from his hands gliding over your curves, his mouth dominating yours. You unbutton it, pushing it off his shoulders once he was free. Feeling his hot skin under your hands felt so good, like a craving finally being pleased. You knew you couldn’t wait to reach the bedroom, that place can wait for later. You needed him here and now, and by the way he pressed into you, the feel of his length against your stomach, you knew he felt the same.

You stumbled to guide him over to the couch, struggling to remove the rest of his clothes. He eventually helped you, finally stripping him down bare. You smirked as you saw how hard he was, pushing him to sit on the couch, his eyes never leaving you. You climbed onto his lap and began to rock your hips against his length. He threw his head back in pleasure as you put more pressure against him, his eyes closing as he began to lift his hips up to feel more. You grabbed the couch as you picked up the pace, enjoying how delicious it felt as his length rubbed against you, causing you to grow wetter between your legs.

You were so close to your high, but Jensen grabbed your hips and picked you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He kissed you roughly, nibbling your bottom lip as he guided you both to an open area of the living room space. He slowly got down to his knees, never letting you go. Once he kneeled, his hands grabbed the back of your lingerie and he ripped it open, letting your breasts bounce free as he reached for your front and ripped that down.

“That was silk,” you groaned out between the kisses.

“I’ll get you a new one,” he grunted back as he began to trail kisses down your jawline to the crook of your neck, his hands ripping the rest of the piece from you.

“Don’t care about it, only want you,” you huffed back, arching your back in pleasure as his kisses dropped down to the top of your breasts as the piece of silk finally slipped off your body.

He cupped each breast in his hands, juggling them as he licked and nibbled at the top of them. You dropped down with a grunt, splayed on the floor for his view, legs still wrapped around his waist. You could hear him say the word delicious before burying his face between your breasts, licking and nibbling his way to one nipple. He took that nipple into his mouth and bit down hard, causing you to scream out, your fingers digging into his hair. Switching from one nipple to the other, he gave both the same pleasurable treatment, causing them to stand perk at attention. Removing a hand from his head, you slid it between your bodies and grabbed hold of his swollen length, pumping him as best you could from the angle you were at. You grinned as you felt his body jerk at your touch, his moans growing louder as you moved your hand faster.

“I want you inside me,” you mewled into his ear, spreading your legs open.

Jensen lifted his hips, letting you guide him towards your entrance. You teased yourself with his tip, sliding it up and down against your soaking entrance. He then pushed through, slowly and taking his time, enjoying the missed feeling of your wet warmth around him. He groaned out a ‘fuck’ as he finally filled you up entirely, keeping still for a moment. You felt his body shake above you and you wrapped a leg around his waist again, whispering in his ear to move. And he complied, moving out of you to then push back in.

It was a slow start, just enjoying the feel of your bodies flush against each other, but control was soon lost as your groans grew louder, edging him on for more. His thrusts became faster, rough and with total need. You were so close, right on the edge, groaning out his name when he whispered in your ear.

“Come for me, (Y/N).”

His deep rumble pushed you over the edge, causing you to tighten around him as you screamed his name out. A few more thrusts from him and you felt as he came inside you, your name bouncing off his lips as his entire body went tense over you.

As you both fell from your respective highs, Jensen dropped his head into your shoulder, using his arms to not put his entire weight on you. You laid there, enjoying the only sound of your heavy breathing. After a minute, Jensen pulled out his already softening length from inside you and fell beside you. You moved over to lay against him, his arm coming around you to pull you close.

“Best Christmas gift ever,” Jensen finally said with a chuckle.

“It’s not even Christmas yet,” you replied softly. “I have a gift for you though.”

“I will take tonight and the baby as an early Christmas gift.”

You both laughed at his response, his fingertips grazing over the slightly raised skin from the possible carpet burn on your back.

“Seriously though, this is the best gift anyone could give me, and I am so happy it's with you that I finally start a family with, (Y/N).”

“Love you too, Jay. Happy super early Christmas, babe.”

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Honey I Just Wonder What You Do There in the Back of Your Pink Cadillac (Austin!Elvis x Plus Size!Reader Smut)

Gif credit to @karamelcoveredolicity

Summary: Elvis takes you on a date to the drive-in, and when your movie choice ends up being a dud, the two of you find a way to keep yourselves entertained in the back of his pink Cadillac.

Note: This fic was majorly influenced by me listening to Bruce Springsteen’s song "Pink Cadillac" (which was actually inspired by "Baby Let’s Play House") a million times, so I recommend checking it out before reading. Reader is plus size and a cis woman in this. Also the reader’s body is described, but not in too much detail that it’s so specific. This is shorter than the other fics I’ve written because there just isn’t as much plot. As always, feedback is appreciated and requests are open🔮 Do not interact with my blog or posts if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Sexually explicit content. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Going to the drive-in with Elvis was always a treat, especially when he’d bring you in his famous pink Cadillac. With so many guys taking notes from your boyfriend’s style now, the pink car didn’t stand out as much as it used to. In fact, you could spot several pink cars of various makes and models parked throughout the drive-in. You were glad for it, in all honesty, it allowed you more privacy for dates like this.

He had given you the money to buy popcorn and drinks, knowing if someone caught a glimpse of him walking around, it’d be the end of date night. You returned to the car just as the movie was starting, handing him his Coke and sliding across the bench seat, resting your head on your shoulder. From the first scene, you could tell the movie was gonna suck, and you were going to get an earful from him for picking it.

Less than twenty minutes later, you were proven right when Elvis looked down at you, giving you a playful glare from the driver’s seat. Not even half an hour into the movie, and it felt like nothing had happened. The acting was horrible, and the plot made no sense. You supposed it was your fault for trying to give a movie you’d never even heard of before a chance.

"I told ya we shoulda went to Rebel Without a Cause," Elvis said.

"C’mon, we’ve seen that so many times. I wanted to try something different," you said, weakly defending yourself.

"Yeah, and it’s a snooze-fest."

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, before you said slyly, "I can make it up to you."

"I like the sound ‘a that,” he grinned.

You leaned close, kissing him softly while you rubbed his crotch. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping inside your open mouth. You could feel his erection beginning to strain against the fabric of his pants, smiling against his lips when he bucked his hips against your hand. Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss and nipped at the base of his throat.

“At this rate, I think you might come before we even get our clothes off,” you teased, using your free hand to run your thumb along his plump lower lip.

Without hesitation, he sucked on your finger, only releasing it when he let out the desperate moan you had been trying to pull from him, the one that came deep from his chest and drove you wild. It was almost too easy.

You focused on undressing each other, lips and teeth on bare skin as you discarded your clothes on the car floor. His breathing was heavy as he grabbed for your thick thighs, trying to pull you as close as possible to him.

“Fuck, baby, I gotta be inside you,” he groaned. “I gotta feel you.”

"I don’t know if there’s enough room up here," you said, looking at the limited space in the front of the car. Elvis never minded that you were plus size, but it did mean having to get creative when it came to sex outside of the bedroom, especially in tight spaces like storage closets or, in this case, his pink Cadillac.

"Just sit on my lap," he said, desperation evident in his voice. "You’ve done it before."

"Not in a car! Honey, my ass is gonna be bumping against that horn."

"Well," he said, biting his lip as he looked you over. "There’s plenty of room in the back."

You glanced at the backseat. He had a point. Only in your intimates, you began climbing into the back of the car, struggling to get your bottom half over the seat.

"A little help?" you asked, yelping when you felt him smack your ass. "Elvis!"

"Yes?" he teased, this time actually helping you get over the seat.

You laid across the leather backseat, watching as Elvis climbed over to join you, his arms on either side of your head to hold himself steady above you. He stared at your face, not doing anything for a few silent moments.

"Everything okay?" you asked, reaching up to caress his cheek.

He kissed the inside of your wrist, whispering, "You’re so damn pretty I don’t even know what to do with myself."

"Fucking me would be a good start."

"And I’m gonna have to do somethin’ about that mouth of yours later."

You laughed, pulling him down so he was pressed against you. You couldn’t believe you were self-conscious the first time the two of you had sex. You had no illusions that you were plus size, but you’d be damned if anyone made you feel bad about it. You ate what you wanted, wore what you wanted, and had developed enough of a "fake it till you make it" attitude that confidence came naturally to you.

Some men were jerks regardless of how you carried yourself, but you never found it difficult to keep your bed warm when you really wanted to. Still, Elvis wasn’t any man, he was the man who inspired an unprecedented lust in millions of women across the world, so when the time came for you to bare all to him, you were nervous. To your relief, there was nothing to worry about, he couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off of you.

Tonight was no exception, as he wasted little time in helping you get your panties off, and you reveled in the fact that you were the only one who got to see the truly unrestrained sexuality that the press just wouldn’t let up on. ‘Elvis the Pelvis’, if only they saw his—

You moaned when he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them so your back arched as you rolled your hips to get more friction. Your nails dug into the upholstered seats, feeling your breath catch in your throat as he used his thumb to rub your clit.

“Don’t stop, honey,” you gasped out. “Oh my god, don’t stop.”

You could feel your pussy clench around his fingers, and you choked on your own breath when he slipped a third finger inside you. Just as you were about to orgasm, he pulled his hand away, and you looked at him with widened eyes at his betrayal.

"What do you think you’re—"

"I’m sorry," he said breathlessly, pulling down his pants and underwear in one go. "I gotta feel ya when ya come, baby."

Quickly deciding that he shouldn’t get what he wanted so easily after denying you yours, you sat up a bit, taking his cock in your hand. Spreading the precum that was dripping from it down the shaft, you watched with satisfaction as his eyes fluttered shut, his bruised lips open wide as he moaned in pleasure.

You kept a steady pace as you pumped your hand up and down his cock. He’d jerk his hips every so often, his cock twitching as you drove him closer to orgasm. Noticing how white his knuckles were as he gripped the driver’s seat next to him, you took it as your cue to pull your hand away.

His eyes shot open, confusion written across his face as he stared down at you.

“Oops,” you mocked. You knew it was cruel to take that away from him, but part of you loved knowing you could really get him to beg for it if you wanted him to. This wasn’t one of those nights, though. Instead, you wanted him to ruin you.

He looked angry, eyes dark as they bore into the smug look you had on your face. You laid back down, raising an eyebrow at him as he glowered over you. Getting him this worked up was one of your absolute favorite pastimes.

"Don’t tease," he growled, the hypocrite that he was as he plunged his length inside you. You let out a sound that you didn’t even know you were capable of making.

"Harder," you whimpered.

"Baby—"

"I can take it."

"Fuck, you’re perfect," he groaned.

His pace was unforgiving, and you knew anyone within a few feet of the car would be able to know what was going on from how much it was rocking. Your fingers curled in his greased hair, pulling him in for a sloppy, desperate kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything else, but you loved it. No one made you feel the way Elvis did.

Your back arched when he licked the sweat that was dripping between your breasts, his eyes locked on yours as he did so.

“Elvis, don’t you dare pull away again,” you gasped out as you could feel yourself reaching orgasm again.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, voice raspy as he continued pounding into you. “Come for me, baby.”

It didn’t take much longer for you to climax, your toes curling as the sensation overtook you, and all you could do was moan his name over and over. He wasn’t far behind, your sensitive pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. You knew it wasn’t the smartest idea to have unprotected sex as often as you did with Elvis, but you loved feeling him come inside you, it added to the intimacy, and you were both turned on by it. You could feel him finish and pressed your lips to his for another kiss.

He pulled out, laying on top of you as you both caught your breath. Holding your hand in his, he pressed gentle kisses to your face, wiping away the sweat that had beaded on your forehead. After a few moments, he sat up, helping you sit up as well. You were still trying to catch your breath, feeling a bit light-headed from how much he got out of you.

“Will you hand me my bra?” you asked, noticing it on the seat next to him.

“You wreck me, ya know that?” he said, giving it over to you.

You smiled. “I could say the same to you.”

By the time the both of you had partially finished redressing, you realized the movie wasn’t even over yet, and you figured it hadn’t gotten any better. At least you knew you liked car sex now.

You settled against Elvis’ bare chest, not even pretending to watch the movie anymore. Instead, you played with his fingers which were resting on your thigh. You sighed dramatically to catch his attention.

"Bored again, Y/N?"

"Yes."

"Wanna try for a double feature?" he asked, a devilish grin on his handsome face.

"If you think you’re up for it," you said, glancing down at his clothed-again crotch.

He threw his head back, his hand on his chest as he feigned offense. "You wound me, darlin’."

Just as he was about to lean in and start kissing you, you were startled by someone tapping on the window. Immediately, Elvis grabbed his jacket, throwing it over his head and pretending to be asleep.

You rolled down the window a crack, confronting the carhop with a hostile, "What?"

"You and your fella gotta leave. We got complaints."

"Alright," you conceded.

"You got three minutes, or we’re callin’ the police about public indecency," he said before walking away.

You rolled the window back up, looking at your boyfriend, who was still hiding beneath his jacket.

"He’s gone," you said.

He sat up, and to your surprise started laughing. "That was close, huh?"

“Laugh it up, honey. You’re not the one having to do the drive of shame out of here.”

“Well,” he said, voice low and husky as he ran his hands up and down your bare arms. “I can think of some nice, secluded spots we could park. Won’t get no complaints from nobody.”

“Elvis,” you whined. “Not fair getting me all worked up again when I can’t do anything about it.”

He grinned, leaning back in the seat. “Better get to drivin’, then.”

You shot him a glare as you pulled on your blouse, not bothering to button it back up. He had to help you shimmy back into your skirt, which had gotten bunched up on the floor.

In a huff, you managed to climb over to the driver’s seat, half dressed as you turned the key in the ignition, revving the engine. He went back to hiding under his jacket, not wanting to risk being seen by anyone on the way out. You shot a glare at his covered figure from the rearview mirror as you pulled out of the spot and left the drive-in.

After a few minutes of driving up the street, he emerged from his hiding spot, leaning over the seat to give you directions. He reached over, making you think he was going to at the very least grope you, but instead he grabbed his Coke from the cupholder to take a drink.

You pursed your lips in annoyance. “You’re mean, ya know that? Making me talk to that man while I was half-naked and drive outta there like I was some kinda hussy.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, amusement evident in his voice.

“I’m not a hussy.”

“I know. You’re a very respectable girl.”

“Thank you,” you said. “Now where’s one of those secluded spots you were talking about.”

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