#elvispresley

"In 1958, Elvis Presley wasn't just making music—this was a rebellion wrapped in rhythm. A reminder that life doesn't always have to be serious. Sometimes it's about letting go, shaking off the weight, and getting lost in the Dixieland Rock. No overthinking. No turning back."

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~New Experiences~

(1960's!Elvis X Reader)

(TW: 18+ MDNI! Pegging, crude language, use of Ma'am in a sexual manner, Submissive!Elvis, Sub/Dom play)

(I can not stress enough how sorry I am for disappearing for so long, but I hope this is okay! Forgive me, Anon for not getting this out earlier...)

"Now, Darlin," Elvis started, taking a few steps back away from you whom in which was holding a thick, wooden paddle in a "threatening" manner. "You don't know what you're doin', Girl. I ain't done nothin' to receive a punishment." He had claimed. You raised a brow at his comeback, stepping closer to him inch by inch. "Babe, just existing warrants a punishment. You're in desperate need of a whooping, El." You responded, cocking your head to the side as he pointed a finger at you. "Naw, Honey- I ain't ever done anythin' wrong! You're exaggeratin' things!" "I want you under me, Elvis. I want you squirming and moaning like a bitch in heat. Can't you give me that? Be my little subby-bubby?" You pleaded, sticking your tongue out in exaggerated expression. Elvis snorted at that, shaking his head. "'Subby-bubby'? The hell you on, Baby?" "I thought maybe that would get you..." You muttered, though mainly to yourself.

"Well, you assumed wrong."

Summary: You and Elvis just can't keep yourselves away from one another.

Word Count: ???

Warnings:

Author's Notes: Am I back??? Possibly. I had a dream about this. I've been looking for inspiration and a tale where Elvis has an obsession with Reader... A gentle sexy obsession plus a lot of protection.

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"Why am I here? I shouldn't be here?" You say to yourself.

You smooth out your dress four more times before looking at the front door of Graceland. You place your hand over your heart. Plus, fluff your hair a few more times before walking up the stairs.

You know you should be home before he gets there. You know how Nathan's temper will flare when you aren't personally bringing him his dinner, but you push all that aside for now. You never get to really leave the house or the jailhouse more like it. Only to work your lousy nine to five job, get groceries, and go to church. If Nathan allows it. It's time to have some fun.

You place your hand on the cold doorknob, letting the sounds of the cheerful house welcome you into the party. You smell a slight scent of smoke and Memphis barbecue in the air. The smell of home. Chatter and laugh fill the air, plus some music gently playing in the background.

You slowly walk in, almost like you're trying to avoid someone. It's almost like you're trying to avoid... him. Nevertheless, you ease your way through the sea of unfamiliar faces, kindly smiling as you pass by them.

You made your way towards the kitchen to get a drink. Then, someone grabs your arm, turning you around to face them.

"Y/N?!" She asks.

"Sandy?!" You respond, giving her the biggest hug.

Sandy is your old friend from way back when you had more of a social life. You needed her hug. It lightened your soul.

"Y/N, friend, I'm so glad you made it. I missed you," Sandy says, smiling from ear to ear.

"It's good to see you."

"Y/N? Is that you?" A voice says from behind you.

You turn to see who's asking.

"Jerry?"

"Hey, Y/N," Jerry says, wrapping his arms around you. "It's great to see you. Welcome back."

"It's great to see you both," you say. "How long has it been?"

"Seven years," Sandy says without hesitation. "You missed so much."

"Oh, yeah? Such as?"

"Such as my and Jer's wedding," Sandy says, holding her left hand up, displaying her ring.

Your eyes widen, and your mouth drops open in shock.

"Whoa. I have missed a lot. Congratulations," you say, hugging the both of them.

"Jerry," Sandy says, glazing at her husband. "Could you get us something to drink?"

Jerry nods his head. He knows that you and Sandy have a lot to catch up on. He kisses her forehead and walks away, leaving you both alone.

"I sent you a wedding invitation. Why didn't you come?" Sandy asks.

Should I tell her I was in the dark? That I didn't know about the invitation? Would she believe me?

"I... I'm sorry I missed it. I wish I"

"Don't worry, it. You're here now. I'm glad you're here. I'm happy you're here now."

You smile and nod. Jerry comes back with three glasses of champagne. The three of you cheer to the good ole days and the better days ahead. The champagne is the best thing you've sampled in a while. It melts on your tongue like cotton candy.

"Oh, Y/N. Have you seen Elvis yet? I'm sure he'd love to see you."

"No, I'm... I just want to spend time with you and Jerry. Catch up with my best friend."

Sandy smirks and lifts her glass to yours, clinging them together. Then you hear it. That familiar laughter in the other room. His laughter. How it brightened every dark corner of your being. You're not an evil person, but when a dark shadow looms over you, there's no light in your life. But he is.

Something Sandy doesn't know is that you may have not seen her in the last seven years, but you saw Elvis one year ago. That laugh reminds you of why you hesitated coming into the house. There's so much in that laughter that your heart aches. His laughter has an effect that makes others want to laugh with him or smile.

"I wonder what's so funny," Sandy asks, snapping you out of your daydream.

"I think I'm hungry," you say, holding your stomach with your hand.

"Well then, let's eat," Sandy says, intertwining your arms together.

She guides you through the party to the kitchen. You see more familiar faces that you hadn't seen in a long time. It was like a family reunion in Graceland. You got more attention in the last hour than you have the last seven years with your husband. Or at least not the attention you like.

"Y/N, as I live and breathe!" A familiar voice shouts at you.

"Sonny!" You shout and laugh as he picks you up and spins you around.

"Well, damn girl, we missed you. Where you been?"

You're hesitant, but you answer.

"I... home. If not at work."

"What's keeping you home? You got kids?" Another asks.

"No. No kids. Just... busy. I'm gonna get me another drink," you say, rushing off towards the kitchen.

You take time to compose yourself and breathe. You feel overestimated by everyone, but you enjoy being with everyone. You love being away from Nathan more than you love him. He was a good man at first or so, it seemed. Then he changed.

You start pouring yourself another glass of champagne, and a strange feeling comes over you. You pause. Like there's another presence in the kitchen with you. You ignore it and place the bottle back on the counter. You place the glass on your lips. Then...

"Y/N," the voice says.

You freeze in place. You don't dare turn around. So many feelings pass through your being, knowing he's in the same room with you. You remain still for fear that you'll do something you'll regret.

"Y/N?" Elvis says again.

He's right behind you now. You feel the heat radiate from his body. You place your glass down on the counter. Words don't come to you. You have no idea what to say to him.

"Hi, Elvis" is all you can manage.

Elvis gently grabs your arm, turning you around to face him. You avoid his eyes. If you look into his eyes, you're a goner.

"That's all I get, Y/N?" Elvis asks. "Hi, Elvis? I haven't seen you since that night we were together and that's all I get?"

"Elvis, please don't do this."

Elvis grabs your face, forcing you to look in his eyes. Oh, his blue eyes that bewitch you. You quickly close your eyes as if he were Medusa.

"Baby, you're shaking. Why? Are you afraid of me?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Y/N, look at me," Elvis demands. His tone even.

You open your eyes to look at him. Those beautiful baby blues capture your soul. Elvis can see the true soul of a person when he looks into their eyes. The very reason why you didn't want to look him in his eyes. Yet you believe you can hide certain things from him.

"If you're not afraid of my, darling, why haven't come by to see me in over a year? Why haven't you called me?" Elvis beseeches you.

"You know why?" A stray tear escapes your eye.

"Because I was honest with you about how I feel about you? Because I said I lo..."

You clasp your hand over his mouth.

"Elvis, no." You whisper to him. "What happened was a mistake. I'm a married woman."

Elvis gently moves your hand away from his mouth.

"As I recall," Elvis starts. "You're unhappily married. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you didn't miss me."

You can't lie to him. You can't lie to yourself. There's a large part of you that wants to throw your arms around him and embrace him. You want to kiss his soft lips and make passionate love to him. Elvis is an example of a real man compared to the man you married.

"I can't lie to you, Elvis."

Elvis smirks that irresistible smirk that warms your core and pulls at your heartstrings. He kisses the palm of your hand. You press your fingertips against his cheek. The heat between you both burns hot. You can't deny Elvis' charms. You want him. Your lips barely touch one another then...

"Y/N?" Sandy calls.

She snaps you and Elvis back into reality. You pull yourselves away from each other as Sandy walks into the room.

"You get your drink yet?" She says, popping her head into the room.

Sandy spots Elvis leaning against the wall, eyeing you. You grab your glass and smile.

"Yeah, I got my drink. I was just..." You drift off looking at Elvis. "Catching up with Elvis."

"Well, come on. We're waiting for you," Sandy says, grabbing your arm.

You take one last look at Elvis and her mouths the words...

"To be continued."

Elvis Aaron Presley 🎶 the King of Rock and Roll