who are some excellent elvis writers you can recommend to someone who is just now getting into him?
Hi omg there are so many talented people on here and I can't possibly list everyone I absolutely love but just to name a few for you to get started (welcome btw!💕) are:
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Pairing: Elvis x Innocent!reader (Austin!Elvis if desired)
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Series Summary: As Elvis finishes up his time in Germany he meets a sweet little thing like you, and entertains himself by spending time with you, but as time goes on he finds himself beginning to obsess over the little things about you, such as your innocence and purity.
Chapter Summary: Reuniting with Elvis after being grounded for a math grade doesn't go as well as either of you would have liked. After unwanted hands make their way to your body from a familiar friend.
Chapter Warnings: Attempted s/a, angry Elvis
General series warnings: 7 year age gap, eventual smut, obsessive themes, eventual yandere!elvis
Elvis frowned at you as you avoided eye contact, he gently lifted your chin to look at him with his pointer finger,
"Honey, you're gonna start payin' attention in math from now on right?"
You nodded with a frown. After you'd told Elvis you wouldn't be able to see him in person for a few weeks till you fixed your grade he seemed almost disappointed in you, usually a friend being disappointed in you over something like a grade wouldn't bother you too much, but Elvis was different.
He was your friend, he was your special friend, he was someone you'd begun to grow emotionally dependent on, he was someone who you wanted to make proud.
Elvis smiled softly and pulled you in to hug him, his hand petting your head as your face was pressed against his chest. Elvis mumbled into your ear with a smile on his lips,
"My little girl is so smart, I know she is…"
You relaxed into his body with a smile as he rocked the two of you back and forth. You two hugged on the porch of the two-floor house where Elvis and a few other soldiers lived, the door was open as Elvis would soon go back inside, just wanting to send you off first.
As the two of you held each other the distant hums of the music playing inside could be heard along with the impatient toe-tapping by the car of Elvis' friend who always drove you home, Ronny.
But your peaceful moment with Elvis was interrupted when a girl from in the house called Elvis' name. The two of you turned your heads to see a girl in a very short, very tight, orange dress. She smiled as she waved Elvis over,
"Elvis, it's getting cold inside hurry up"
Elvis looked back at the girl with a smile as he still kept his arms wrapped around your smaller frame,
"I'll just be a moment Mathilda"
You looked back toward Elvis as he smiled down at you,
"I wish I could hold ya longer bug, but I got entertainin' to do"
You nodded up at him sweetly as you always did when your goodbyes with Elvis were usually cut short by a girl in an even shorter dress.
Elvis wrapped an arm around your waist as he walked you to the car, waiting on the other side was Ronny smoking a cigarette, he sarcastically asked with a smile as Elvis opened the car door for you,
"Ya gonna go help Mathilda warm up EP?"
Elvis lifted an eyebrow at Ronny and laughed,
"Well, I'd be an awful host if I didn't help her out"
By now you'd gotten yourself seated in the car and Ronny chuckled as he opened his car door and flicked his cigarette to the snow covered concrete.
You never understood the humor between Elvis and his friends. Usually, the topic which they found humorous was Elvis helping out a girl. You didn't see what was so funny about that though?
You looked over as you felt Elvis bend down to the car level to press a kiss on your cheek gently. You smiled up at him and spoke,
"Well I think you're an amazing host, and for that girl, Mathilda, you should tell her that if she does something to get her blood pumping it will warm her up fast. I read it in a book"
You stared up at him with those big eyes of yours and that oh-so-pure smile. Ronny joked off-handedly mainly for Elvis' ears,
"Oh don't worry, he'll help her get her blood pumping"
But Elvis didn't even react as he stared at you incredulously. Moments like these really reminded him what a jewel you were. Moments like this made him think about the way he acted, and made him question if he was wrong for leading a little thing like you with a big heart like yours on.
But before he could question his conscience and morals further he felt a hand on his lower back and turned to see Mathilda staring at him with that smile that all the girls gave him. The smile that said she wasn't wearing any panties underneath that dress.
Elvis stared at you once more as you continued to smile at him sweetly, then he shut your car door, and just as he was beginning to walk back to the house with his arm around Mathilda's waist he turned back one more time as he heard Ronny's car start, and he saw the way your perfect side profile looked so angelic and obedient through the window, as snow covered the surroundings of the car and you stared down at your lap with a soft smile.
Seconds later the car had begun to drive off and he watched it as it disappeared down the snowy road.
He missed you already…
Elvis' body stiffened at the thought he just had, he missed you? No, no he didn't he couldn't have just thought that. He reassured himself that he only missed the entertainment you provided him with. That's all you were, just a little plaything that was meant to keep him entertained.
He didn't miss you specifically. He missed having something to entertain him.
And to prove that to himself he tightened his arm around Mathilda's waist and mumbled quietly to her with a blank look on his face,
"I got some new records up in my room, wanna see 'em Honey?"
Mathilda smiled widely at that and grabbed Elvis' hand as she quickly led him back in the house.
Elvis tried to continue telling himself that he could find the same entertainment you gave him anywhere else. And he was about to get it from Mathilda. Yeah, he didn't need to keep bringing you over, other girls could offer him what you offered as well.
As he got up to the room he let go of Mathilda's hand and went to pick up the records he had discarded to the floor during his time up here with you, to show Mathilda them.
But as soon as he'd picked them all up and had them all in his hands, ready to show it to Mathilda, he looked up to see her completely stripped of her clothing.
Elvis stared at her for a few moments as she smiled at him cheekily.
Usually, he'd be happy with this development. So what was wrong with him right now that he wasn't as happy as he'd usually be? Maybe because he thought he could spend the kind of time he spent with you with this girl.
He let himself hope that you weren't special. But as he stared at the naked girl in front of him he felt his hands tremble in frustration. And in one swift movement, he threw all the records to the wall, hearing a few of them break at the force at which he threw them.
Mathilda screamed at both the sight of the records flying across the room and the groan Elvis had let out.
Elvis grumbled something to himself before walking to take Mathilda into his arms, kissing her roughly, as he pushed her to the bed and swiftly undid his belt. She didn't seem to have a complaint as she began letting out loud noises of pleasure.
The way Elvis treated her contrasted greatly with the feather-like kisses he placed on your lips and the way he made sure to hover his body gently over yours, and check in on you the moment you let out the little whimper from the kiss earlier.
But that's because you were…
As much as he hated to admit it…
Special.
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You made sure to follow through with your word and studied hard every night. Your mom would often peek in on you and shake her head fondly at how hard you were working, all for some boy.
Somewhere along the way you also learned that she mistook Ronny as your date at the get-togethers you'd go to. You kept trying to tell her the two of you were just friends, but she wouldn't listen. Then again that makes sense she'd never seen or even heard of Elvis, you just hadn't felt the need to bring him up to her. So to her, it seemed as if you only went to those get-togethers with Ronny.
You and Elvis still talked on the telephone most nights. He was as sweet as ever and you'd often find yourself falling asleep as you tangled the telephone cord around your finger, and whenever Elvis heard you yawn he'd tell you to get some rest.
He was such a caring friend.
And he was just as excited as you were when after 3 weeks of working on your math grade and redoing a few tests, you'd brought your grade up 3 letter grades all the way to an A!
Then you told him that your mom approved of you going out now, so of course he happened to have a get-together coming up and he invited you.
And that's how you ended up in this familiar car with Ronny.
He'd been more quiet with you than usual though. When you tried to spark conversation after not seeing him for 3 weeks he gave curt answers. It made you feel a little upset since you and Ronny had been getting closer as friends before you got grounded.
Now it's back to ground zero.
You sighed softly and looked out the window.
Ronny's eyes flickered in your direction at the sound of your soft sigh, as he stared for a few moments he realized the car was beginning to swerve out of the white lines slightly, so as he tried to smoothly swerve back between the lines he mumbled a swear then began to pull over.
You looked around in confusion. You then looked to Ronny for reassurance,
"Is the car ok?"
Ronny didn't answer instead he just moved his seat back a bit and shuffled his legs. You figured he was about to get out of the car to check the engine or the tires maybe, but you realized you were sorely mistaken as Ronny reached over to put a hand on your cheek and began to lean closer to you.
You tried to back up, feeling a little uncomfortable at his touch but the back of your head hit the car window and you couldn't go back any further. You whined uncomfortably as his lips pressed against yours.
You tried to squirm away a little but his hands roughly cupped your cheeks and held your head in place. He mumbled against your lips,
"Fuck, I've been thinking about this for so long"
He lowered his lips down to your neck and began to suck on it harshly.
You whined again as your squirms grew more frantic as you felt one of his hands reach around your back and fumble for a zipper. Upon realization that your long dress was more of a slip-on than a zip up he roughly tore at the neckline of the dress, ripping it enough so that the pink straps of your bra could be seen.
"R-Ronny stop!"
You didn't like this. You and Ronny were friends, the same way you and Elvis were friends. But this didn't feel right in any way. It felt wrong. Everything about this felt wrong. You lifted your hands to try and push back his face but it was no use as he was much stronger than you.
In a moment of desperation, your hands flew to the door handle and you leaned back as hard as you could. As the door flew open you fell out, leaving Ronny still in the car leaning over onto your side as you lay in the mix of snow and dirt outside the car.
Only as your body was covered by the cold air and your hands were sitting in the snow did you feel the hot tears streaming down your cheeks.
Your beautiful long beige dress now had wet spots from snow and dirt stains on it, the neckline was ripped down the side and your pink bra strap was on display.
You felt a scared sob escape your throat as you sat there unsure of what to do or feel.
You'd never been in a situation like this. You looked up to Ronny who looked irritated, he sighed roughly then mumbled as he crawled back into his own seat,
"Get in"
You sat there for a moment, feeling scared and unsure. But then you flinched as you heard Ronny yell,
"Just get the fuck in! I'll take you to the party."
You sniffled and wiped your eyes as you tried to stand up, you felt a throb in your ankle but you didn't dare show the pain as you knew Ronny was in a very bad mood.
The rest of the ride was quiet for the most part aside from your continuous crying that you couldn't seem to stop. As soon as Ronny parked outside the familiar residence you thanked him quietly and tried to reach for your handle but just as you opened the door he roughly reached over and slammed it shut again.
"Stop crying then you can go in."
You looked at him with a wobbly lip, you just wanted to see Elvis. You just wanted a hug from the man you've been thinking about for the past three weeks non-stop. And you just wanted to get away from Ronny…
He stared at you blankly and mumbled,
"We're gonna just sit here till you stop"
And the two of you did, you sat there for a few minutes as you got your hiccups and sniffles under control. And only then did Ronny walk you inside, this time instead of him escorting you to find Elvis he just wandered off.
But as you began to walk around to look for Elvis you noticed a few soldiers staring at you weirdly, along with a girl or two and then you remembered your torn and stained dress. You felt yourself get teary from embarrassment and it was like that first night you were here all that time ago. You put your head down and covered your mouth to keep any cries from leaving your mouth as you quickly walked through the house.
No longer looking for Elvis, instead, you were just looking for a place to hide and be alone and cry.
But as you were quickly walking through you ran into something hard and made a soft noise of surprise and pain.
"Is that my little button?"
It was Elvis. But you didn't have the nerve to look at him as you felt tears teeter over the edge of your eye line. As you stood there silently looking down Elvis noticed your dress' rip and the way he could see your bra through the rip, he stood with his friends and couldn't help but feel upset that the other guys could see something like that on you, so he shrugged off his jacket and put it over your shoulders.
Not even sparing his friends a glance as he then wrapped an arm around your shoulder and quickly guided you to the stairs and then up to his room.
As soon as the two of you were alone with the door shut he put both hands on your shoulders and asked,
"What's wrong little bug? Did ya accidentally snag your pretty dress?"
As you stayed silent and continued to stare at the floor he took in the sight of the rest of your dress, it had dirt stains on it and it looked like it got run through a sprinkler as well.
As you remained silent he felt worried and lifted your chin to look up at him, but as he met your teary eyes, his soft comforting smile turned to a small frown as he asked,
"Babydoll, why ya cryin'? Did ya fall outside?"
You shook your head no as you blinked your eyes roughly causing tears to stream down your cheeks as he gently reached to cup them. You stared up at him and he looked helpless. Like he didn't know what to do.
"Did ya fall inside then?"
You sobbed softly as you tried to look away,
"N-no"
Elvis continued to look clueless and concerned but as he stared at you his body stiffened at the reddish-purple blotch that had been forming right above where your dress was ripped.
His hands fell from your cheeks as one gently cupped your jaw to move your head at a different angle and the other ghosted over the bruised-looking skin. But of course, Elvis knew what it actually was.
You felt your lips tremble. You knew that when boys kissed girls sometimes it would leave a mark and from the way Elvis was examing the spot that Ronny had his lips locked onto you could tell that it must've left a mark.
Oh no, Elvis said stuff like kissing was only for special friends. And he told you to only do it with him. Does that mean he was going to stop being your friend? Stop being your special friend?
You sobbed at the thought as you looked away. Bringing your hands up to hide your face in them as you cried.
"I-I'm sorry- I knew he wasn't a special friend, and, and I know you said only you were my special friend, but, but he wouldn't stop and- I didn't mean to let him kiss me!"
You continued to cry into your hands that you didn't see Elvis stand in front of you with a blank look and his fists clenched as they fell to his sides. Nor did you hear him the first time he asked,
"Who was it?"
You continued to cry and avoid looking at Elvis.
But he abruptly yet gently cupped your head with his hands to make you look up at him as he stared at you with a look of urgency. You sniffled and hiccuped as he stared at you,
"Just breathe little one, take a breath"
You listened and took a few breaths. Then after you weren't on the verge of hyperventilating anymore he gently smoothed back your hair with shaking hands. He asked once more,
"Baby, who did it? Who touched you? Was it Ronny? He lay a hand on you?"
Your lips began to tremble again, and that was enough of an answer for Elvis. His jaw clenched as he slowly backed up, trying to calm himself down but failing miserably as he let his anger get the best of him and pushed everything off the top of his dresser with a yell.
You flinched at the sight of Elvis' anger and watched nervously as he stood facing the door and pinching the bridge of his nose. He was breathing heavily.
"I-I'm sorry, Elvis. I know you said not to let anyone but you-"
Elvis cut you off as he walked back to you shaking his head and mumbling 'no' repeatedly. As he reached you he pulled you against him into a tight hug. He held you close as he mumbled into the top of your head,
"This isn't your fault Babydoll, none of it."
Elvis tried to take a few deep breaths to calm himself in front of you. His body trembled with anger as his blood was pumping so fast from frustration.
He couldn't help the guilt he felt. He's the one who trusted Ronny.
How could this happen to you? His sweet little innocent angel. What could someone like you have done to have something like this thrown your way?
Elvis sighed shakily into your hair before pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. He pulled back and picked you up to swiftly move you to sit on the dresser so that he wouldn't have to crouch to be at your eye level. He asked you with 100 percent seriousness,
"Did he touch you anywhere else? Did he take his clothes off?"
You shook your head no and watched as Elvis sighed in relief, he leaned forward against the dresser, standing between your legs as he rest his head on your shoulder for a few moments. In the moment of silence, you heard him whisper,
"I'm so sorry Button"
You heard something along the lines of a soft groan as you felt Elvis' head nuzzle into your shoulder. You tried to comfort him by hugging him.
"It's ok, nothing that bad happened, it was just, scary…"
Elvis shook his head into your shoulder as he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist.
"No, it's not ok, you're my baby and I should've been there to do something, I should've…"
Maybe what really made Elvis react this extremely is the fact that ever since the last time he saw you before you got grounded 3 weeks ago, he'd been going through a mental crisis. He'd realized that other girls, even though they could get him off physically, he didn't feel satisfied mentally. Yeah, he may find a girl with an exceptionally nice ass and exceptionally nice tits, and while it made it easier for him to finish, as soon as he did he felt this emptiness overcome him.
As he'd look at the girl laying next to him he'd wonder why he got this empty feeling, then he'd just roll over and fall asleep, and sometime through his sleep the girl would sneak out, then sometime through that week the papers would have something to say about this girl who claims to have slept with him.
And of course, the girl who would make that claim usually did sleep with Elvis, but it just made him feel even more empty as he'd realize that the girl slept with him so that she could say she slept with Elvis Presley, she didn't sleep with him because she liked just Elvis.
What may have also enhanced his feelings at the moment was the realization that as he now viewed you as his special girl, he wouldn't be there to protect you all the time. Especially since his service was very quickly coming to an end.
With this moment he realized what a rarity you were, you and your innocence was something to be protected. It was something that belonged to him. And he'd make sure everybody knew from now on.
"Little one"
"Yes Elvis?"
"I'm gonna go downstairs for a bit, you stay up here alright? M'just gonna do somethin' real quick"
It’s 4:14 in the lovely land of Ohio. It is also August 16th😢
I’ll keep it brief. Elvis has changed my life in ways that I did not possibly think were possible. He’s changed my life morals, my music taste, (my taste in men😉), and my whole being as a whole. Through watching his performance and listening to his music, the message he spreads about his ethical values have definitely integrated through mine.
Elvis has also been a MASSIVE point of my work as an author. I’ve written about other people/fandoms but I’ve never actively attempted to make a schedule for them like I have for for Elvis.
Lastly, through the Elvis community I have met tons of amazing people that I can communicate with and also share work with. I’ve enjoyed every minute of it as well.
The last like… idk… 3-ish weeks have been very draining mentally and I’ve dealt with some death in the family. I feel like a very neglectful author so I’m so sorry!
Hopefully, yes! I want to write more but I’m just at a standstill in life for the moment.
I love your whole dynamic with innocent reader and elvis, so I had this idea and was wondering if you found it inspiring and wanted to write something on it, only if you want to, I'll love whatever you write even if it's not this haha <3 But because the Memphis mafia knows that Elvis cares about reader a lot and knows Elvis likes it when the mafia distances themselves from reader maybe when they invite a friend whose not familiar with the terms that come with being around Elvis and reader to Graceland the friend oversteps one of the boundaries that Elvis usually has set for the mafia. It could be anything like maybe the guy hurts reader's feelings or makes her uncomfortable, or is too nice to her for Elvis' liking, etc!
LOVE this, thank you so much!
🧚 Masterlist 🧚
Word Count: 2,790
Pairings: 60s!Elvis x Innocent F!Reader
Warnings: Attempted se*ual assault, mild mentions of violence, cursing, possessiveness, isolation of reader
Of course Elvis wanted you to be happy, he wasn't a monster, but he drew the line at your happiness coming from another man. If this made him selfish then so be it, he could live with himself being selfish if it meant he was the only source of your happiness.
But this meant there were guidelines for the Mafia, so to speak. He'd had a word with Jerry, who Elvis deemed to be the most understanding of the group, to pass on the message and make it known that whilst no-one should ignore you, you certainly shouldn't be entertained by anyone but Elvis.
Naturally, being the sweet and somewhat dumb little thing you were, you had no idea that there was this unspoken rule in place. You simply thought the Mafia weren't very fond of you so you liked to stay right by Elvis' side, just where he wanted you to be.
You'd actually voiced your concerns to Elvis, expressing to him how you felt a bit nervous in a group with all of them but Elvis would always softly assure you that, "Of course they like ya honey, who wouldn't?". But you were still never quite convinced.
So when all the Mafia and their partners were over at Graceland for a summer cookout, and Charlie Hodge had brought his friend Jonny for the first time, you were absolutely determined to make a good impression and try and make a friend out of him.
You and Elvis both loved cookouts, you enjoyed hosting and Elvis would always praise you for being his "pretty lil' hostess" and making sure no-one ever had an empty drink.
"Elvis, Y/N, this is my friend Jonny, he actually flew in from Texas this mornin', the son-of-a-bitch basically begged me to bring him here!" Charlie joked, the cursing making you flinch a little.
You didn't like it when people cursed. For you, cursing was just a sign of aggression that you'd only experienced as a little girl from your father after he'd had maybe one too many whisky's. Elvis knew about how cursing had become a bit of a trigger point for you, he'd promised to never curse at, or around you.
"Well..." Jonny chuckled with his face growing beet-red at Charlie exposing his desperation to come to Graceland. "Wasn't quite like that was it, Char?" Jonny stammered uncomfortably.
Elvis, always being the best host, eased Jonny's embarrassment, offering him his hand to shake as he introduced the two of you and welcomed Jonny to the cookout. You squeaked hello, giving Jonny a cute little wave you held Elvis' hand with your other hand.
The cookout was going brilliantly, and of course it would, with Elvis cooking and you making sure everyone's drinks were full, the afternoon was always perfect.
Once you were satisfied that everyone had been accommodated, you dashed back into the kitchen, getting ready to prepare the next jug of homemade lemonade for your guests.
"Need a hand?" A low voice asked, making you jump and giggle as you saw Jonny in the doorway to the kitchen.
You offered the man a beaming smile, eager to not have another member of the Mafia become hostile to you. "Oh! Um, it's okay, but thank you! That's real kind of ya, sometimes it's a bit crazy but, um, I think everythin' is under control really! D'ya want another drink or somethin'?" You offered sweetly.
"I'm okay love, y'know, Elvis sure is one lucky fella to have you as his girl." He admitted, making you blush at the sudden compliment.
"Oh well, I don't know about that, I think I'm real lucky to be with Elvis. He's so talented and kind and all, and I'm just-" You paused, chewing on your lip. "Well, I'm just me, s'pose."
Jonny could tell that you were a shy, insecure and innocent little thing, in fact, anyone who met you could see that in you. You couldn't read social cues as well as others, even now, it was going right over your pretty head that Jonny was trying to pursue you and had less than favourable intentions towards you.
"Well, I think 'just you' is quite alright doll. Hell, more than alright, even Charlie was sayin' in the car on the ride up here about how beautiful and sweet you are and he sure as hell weren't lyin'." Jonny said, making you blush a little as he walked towards you as you stood by the counter.
A soft giggle left your lips at his words. You thought he was being awful silly, Charlie barely spoke to you. "But Charlie doesn't even speak to me!" You giggled. "He wouldn't say that!"
Jonny looked down fondly at you. He'd read things about you in the paper and heard multiple stories about you from Charlie and it was never really the King that Jonny had wanted to meet, no, it was you - the King's little princess.
You started to feel a little nervous at how close he was to you, but you tried to brush the feeling aside, figuring that he was just being friendly and oh boy, you really were desperate to get on Mafia's good side and have at least one 'guy friend' of the lot. And even if Jonny wasn't really in Elvis' circle, it was a good enough start you supposed.
"I'd say you were probably the most beautiful girl, I've ever laid eyes on." Jonny said, making your eyes widen at how forward he was being.
"Oh, um, gee, that sure is kind of you." You said softly, nerves bubbling up, no-one but Elvis spoke to you like this.
"And I sure don't wanna miss an opportunity like this, to be in the presence of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and not even try n'get a kiss outta it." Jonny muttered lowly, wrapping his big arms around you, locking you into him as your heart rate picked up and panic quickly set in.
"No, no, I don't wanna give you kisses, no I don't kiss no-one, just Elvis, no." You stammered, suddenly very frightened as you tried to wiggle away in his hold.
Your breathing quickened as your tears began to fill your eyes. "Oh honey, it's just a kiss, you're really gon' deny me one lil' kiss?" Jonny chastised.
You gasped in shock and immediately jolted away as he leaned in towards you, attempting to kiss you as you began to wrestle and thrash in his grasp, desperate to get away from him. Still, it was useless, he had a tight grip on you.
You didn't know what else to do but elbow him as hard as you could, causing him to cough loudly and stumble backwards, letting you go as he held a hand up to his torso where your elbow had hit him. You couldn't help but feel bad, even though you knew it was the only thing you could do, you just panicked, the interaction scaring you so much.
Suddenly, Jonny's demeanour wasn't as friendly and affectionate as it had previously been, his eyes dark as he spat on the floor in front of you, a scowl on his face. "You little bitch." He spat, making you flinch, before turning his back on you and exiting the kitchen without giving you another look.
You exhaled in relief as he disappeared as the tears began to roll. There were so many emotions travelling through your mind. You sat down at the little table in the kitchen, covering your face and letting out the soft sobs before you decided you needed to gather your composure.
There was no way you'd go back to the party, not yet anyway. No, you decided you were going to stay put and try and stay as composed as you possibly could. Everyone always looked forward to a cookout and you didn't want to upset anyone by ruining it, even if it wasn't you that had spoiled everything.
For the next half an hour or so you kept yourself preoccupied with little tasks, from polishing some silverware that you were going to use for dessert later on to organising flowers that you'd picked in the morning.
"Hey there baby, where ya been gone? Yer missin' the food little one." Elvis said, sauntering into the kitchen, a tone of concern in his voice, you'd not appeared in the garden for quite some time which was unlike you, you loved being in the garden and the sun for the cookouts, chatting to all the other women about all sorts of things and standing by Elvis has he cooked the meat, making sure you were doing your best to help by offering to pass him any utensil he needed, just like the good girl that you were. "You okay, honey?" Elvis checked.
"M'okay..." You said softly, focusing your attention on the flowers you were putting into a vase, flowers that you thought were awful pretty lookin'.
Elvis studied your face as he realised you were avoiding eye contact and trying to distract yourself from something with your pretty flowers.
Elvis sighed a heavy sigh before you felt yourself being spin to face him, as he then picked you up from under your armpits and sat on the counter, right next to your flowers and opposite Elvis.
Naturally, it was no secret that there was a size difference between you and Elvis and he'd always been able to overpower you and man handle you and in truth, you didn't really mind. No, you didn't really mind when Elvis would just suddenly pick you up and place you in his lap, or pick you up and spin you around after a show, you just felt looked after but on occasions like this, you did wish that he wasn't able to play with you like a rag doll.
"Now, baby, you know I can't help you feel all good n'better if ya don't tell me what's botherin' you, dontchu?" Elvis cooed, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up so that you could look at him.
You gulped a little, nervous when you were put on the spot like this, but you nodded compliantly, of course Elvis was right, he was always right.
"Shall we try that again then hm?" Elvis asked and you nodded once more, your eyes becoming ever so glassy with little tears threatening to trickle. "What's got my little love all quiet and sad?"
You opened your pink, plump lips but a heavy lump in your throat sabotaged you, leaving you unable to voice what had just happened to you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried again, Elvis gently rubbing your arm, his concern growing as he watched your state become more and more fragile.
"Y'know Charlie's friend, um, J-Jonny?" You feebly said, you voice barely louder than a whisper. Elvis simply hummed in response, letting you continue. "He um, h-he, well, he was bein' real' friendly see, and, u-um, well I was chattin' to him and then he tried t'kiss me, and, and, I promise I wasn't tryna be a flirt, I p-promise," Your voice cracked at your words, your fear that Elvis would somehow think that you were leading Jonny on, but Elvis knew you were telling the truth the moment the words left your lips.
See, Elvis knew what a good girl you were, you wouldn't hurt a fly nor would you dare lie to him, the only time you'd lied to Elvis was for his birthday when he correctly guess the present that you were getting him was his favourite cologne. You lied and told him he was wrong to keep up the surprise but the guilt of lying to Elvis wracked through you which you'd eventually told Elvis, and you'd even asked him to drop you off at Confession as you just felt so bad for the white lie you told.
So there was no doubt in Elvis' mind that the little thing that was all sniffly and shy in front of him, would even think about flirting with any other man. He did however believe the idea that a man that was unfamiliar with the guidelines Elvis had set out regarding you, finding you irresistible and vulnerable enough to try and take advantage of you.
"Ssh, baby, it's okay, I know you were just bein' polite honey, dontchu worry about that." Elvis hushed, tracing his fingers along your hairline, trying to soothe you and trying to be as gentle with you as possible, even if there was a hell of a lot of anger bubbling up inside him.
He watched as you visibly seemed to relax a little at his reassurance, but the ordeal had clearly overwhelmed and scared you.
"Can you tell me what Jonny did to you, baby?" Elvis asked you as you nodded your head shakily, using the sleeve of your top to wipe away stray tears, something Elvis would've scolded you for if it were any other occasion.
"H-He, um, he tried to um, to kiss me Elvis, and I tried to push him away, bit he wouldn't, he wouldn't let me go and I elbowed him, and I f-feel, I feel real bad about it because I didn't wanna hurt him, I promise Elvis, I r-really promise but um, it was just so s-scary, I just got scared, I didn't know what to do, I didn't wanna kiss him, I only kiss you." You cried softly and oh, how Elvis' heart broke.
He blamed himself, he should've known better than to let a stranger into your home together.
"Then, um he, he called me the 'b-word', I don't wanna say it, but you know the one-" You stopped speaking when Elvis nodded, understanding exactly what you were saying. "And then he left and I was just, I guess I just got scared he was gonna tell you I hurt him and I didn't mean to, and I just got upset, I just wanted to make a good impression and make friends with him." You let out a wobbly sigh, exhausted by what had happened. "I just wanted to make friends, m'sorry, it was just the first time one of the guys seemed to like me and I s'pose I just misunderstood." You trailed off, so sad that your attempt at making friends with a guy had backfired so much.
"Oh dolly, you didn't know any better, did you?" Elvis cooed as he looked down on you. You were a teary albeit beautiful sight to behold. You shook your head in agreement. "He clearly had bad intentions baby, just tryna' take advantage of my little girl."
"I don't think I should have man friends no more." You said gently. "I just wanted some more friends, but I think I should only have girlfriends, I don't wanna be friends with no more guys no more I don't think." You said softly, babbling your thoughts out loud, but it was music to Elvis' ears hearing you believe you shouldn't be surrounded by any men other than him.
"I think that's a very good idea little one." Elvis agreed, cupping your face in his large hands. "I ain't ever gon' let you be in a situation like that again, never." Elvis promised you, his tone so, so serious.
"Now, I don't think you're in any fit state to be entertainin' sweetheart, and I ain't exactly in the best o'spirits right now, so you're gon' head on upstairs f'me, get undressed and get the bathtub goin', I'm gon' tell all of them outside that party's over, they all gotta go, then I'm gon' come find you and give you a bath and then we're gon' go to the Jungle Room and watch whatever you wanna watch on the television set, okay? Just us." Elvis said and you nodded, certainly liking that idea far more than going outside and being faced with Jonny again, although you did feel bad for ruining the cookout, even if Elvis would later assure you that it was not your fault in the slightest.
Elvis pressed a kiss atop your head before allowing you to jump down from the counter, doing as you were told after cuddling Elvis and running upstairs to yours and Elvis' room.
As the tub was getting full with water, you couldn't help but peek out of the curtains, watching as each of the guests departed.
The last guests to leave were Charlie and Jonny and even though they were in the car and a little hard to see, you could've sworn Jonny was driving away with a busted lip and black eye. But when you asked Elvis about it nervously, he reminded you that you'd had a very overwhelming day and you weren't thinking straight and you nodded, realising that he was probably right.
I feel bad that I need to post this but I want to share some ideas🙏🏽
I’m not one to do commissions for my work. Truthfully, I don’t think my writing is good enough to be paid for by other people. I also can’t stand people who demand commission money for mediocre content. (SNS)
However, I think i might start a little tip jar?? I can’t do the Ko-Fi thing cus I don’t qualify??
Anyways, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO TIP! I work for 3 hours a week (Not like I have the option to change that, mine you.) and I make $11/hour. Unfortunately, as a senior with ambitions after high school that just isn’t enough. Being a student both during the year and the summer + Marching Band + Working any time I’m not at band or school is incredibly difficult to balance. I want to continue to post for everyone but, it’s not easy given my circumstances. I read everyone’s requests but there’s not much I can do with them at the moment.
I understand the stigma around people that beg for money is not a good one.I understand and AGREE that a lot of my problems could be solved by quitting and finding another job. Unfortunately, there’s very few options outside of fast food in my town. Going from Mcdonald’s where I get paid BARLEY over the minimum wage for Ohio to go to a Taco Bell that pays even less is not an option on the table for me.
I seriously apologize for making a post like this. If I lose followers, I completely understand an seriously apologize.
i loveeee your writing! i was wondering if you could do prompt 27? just the thought of elvis… the dream
You quietly scampered over the bed, wrapped delicately in the pink slip dress you knew he loved. It was his birthday and you wanted to surprise him with a little something. Accompanying the little slip were a pair of white tinted pantyhose, a ribbon choker, and a bit of light makeup dusted over your face. You had spritzed a little bit of perfume on before making your way over to the bed.
You sat on your knees with your thighs facing eachother. You let your hand run through your hair to give it more volume.
Your heartbeat quickened in your chest when you heard the bedroom door open. In walked Elvis, clad in a white button up and black dress pants. He looked so handsome - he always did.
He shut the door behind him and sauntered over to you. A smirk danced on his lips as he took in the sight of you - a gift ready to be unwrapped. You smiled sweetly at him as he stood at the edge of the bed.
“God Doll. You look like an angel. So ready for me, ain’t ya?” You giggled quietly at his words and returned have him a small smile.
