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[rocknrolldaughter]

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hi everyone! for my debut post on tumblr, I'd like to ask if anyone is interested on giving me support or feedback on my recently published (small) collection of poetry on my wattpad. the username is lexelvis and the actual piece is titled A Pink Miseducation, any criticism is welcomed with my open arms. but no pressure to do so. lots of love, lexie x

[rocknrolldaughter]

Sorry I just disappeared, this cheeky dickhead broke my phone because I rejected him so I've had to deal with all that business

[rocknrolldaughter]

Until The Day I Die

Description: Elvis and reader discuss their future together, and end up ahead of themselves.

Warnings: Fingering, cheeky p in v, breeding kink, sort of a housewife kink, mention of children and pregnancy (yes that is a warning), mention of marriage, the word 'daddy' being used, dom!elvis, GOODBYE THIS IS DIRTY Do I have a breeding kink? Do I just wanna be someone's beautiful wife? I don't know.

You and Elvis were sat on a field surrounded by serenading trees, the pair of you were side by side, your hands clasped together.

"This is so nice, E." You whispered.

"What is, darlin?" He replied, his eyes turning to focus on yours.

"Just being here with you. No cameras. No personas. No screaming girls." You let out, as you heard Elvis let out a sly chuckle next to you.

"Well, I don't mind the screaming girls." He joked, watching as your face filled with a playful anger.

"Elvis!" You laughed, gently smacking his arm as he sat up to reach your level. You two shared a doleful silence for a few moments, until he spoke up again.

"Ya know, mama, I'm gonna put a ring on that finger one day." He said promptly, rubbing your thumb against his sweetly. You felt your legs numb and your cheeks suddenly become more flustered.

"Oh yeah?" Was all you could think of.

"Yeah, darlin. Maybe I'll give you a little baby to match it. Wouldn't ya like that? Our own little baby?" He muttered softly, cooing in your ear.

"That's be nice."

"It would, wouldn't it, baby? You could be my pretty little wife and take care of all my babies." He smiled. "Ya know, you'd just look awful pretty pregnant. All swollen and big with me. Just bursting with my seed. Those other boys wouldn't look at ya twice, let the whole world know that I love you so much I knocked you up."

You had to take a moment to process this. Were you ready to marry Elvis and have children? Of course you were.

"E, that's all I want. I wanna be your pregnant little wife and take care of your babies. I'll be as full as you want, all you gotta do is put one in me." You moaned out, watching as his eyes widened with excitement.

"Oh, mama, that's all I've ever waited for." He drawled out, gently manoeuvring you onto the grass, as he climbed on top of you. His lips caressed yours, as he pulled your dress from over your shoulders, to reveal that you had no panties or bra.

"Oh, you dirty girl. You wanted me to do this, didn't you? You wanted me to put a baby in ya. Oh, gorgeous, you'd just be such a good little wife. Wear no clothes around the house, only that little ring on ya finger to show everyone you're mine." He began to stroke down your neck.

His soft touch finally reached your breasts, as he began to kiss the skin between them.

"So pretty, darlin, I can't wait until they're so sensitive and full of milk." He whispered, as he finished with your chest and moved onto your cunt. He smiled against it.

"Oh, darlin, so pretty. So wet for me and I haven't even done anythin. Aren't you daddy's good girl?" He cooed in your ear, as you nodded eagerly. He forcefully shoved two fingers inside of you, as you felt your eyes roll back into your head.

"Oh, darlin. So sensitive. We could live like this forever. Just you and me. You can sit at home, no clothes on, just big with me. All barefoot and pregnant, oh Lord. You'd be my little housewife. Well, not little, once I've got my seed in ya." He smirked, continuing to curl his fingers inside of you, feeling your wetness gather on his fingertips. You could barely hear what he was saying. It felt as if you had transcended. Then, he pulled his fingers out of you, and unbuckled his trousers.

"You want this, darlin?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. You knew he meant it. You nodded.

"Baby girl, I'm gonna need some words. Say yes, or I can't give you a baby." He said sincerely.

"Oh yes, Elvis! Oh, honey, just make me full of you already. Knock me up, darlin!" You practically screamed, becoming undone, as he began to laugh.

He gave his length a few strokes before pushing it deep inside you, relentlessly thrusting into you to ensure that you would be full of him. He grunted and moaned, and you were sure you could see his tip deep inside your stomach. Noticing it too, he placed a strong hand on your stomach.

"Ya see that, darlin? That's where you'll be growing our little angel for the next few months. I'll take care of ya the whole way through it, all ya gotta do is have it in ya. Trust me, baby, ya won't have to lift a finger. Just let me do everything for ya. "

He trusted deeper and deeper, a sensation that you had never felt in your life. Soon enough, you felt his hot cum seep into you.

"Oh, baby, do ya feel that? That's me making you pregnant. Give it time, darlin, then you'll be all swollen with me. With what I've done." He smiled, stroking your stomach as he began to slowly pull out.

When you felt parts of warm cum leak out of your pussy, he furrowed his eyebrows and shoved it back in with his fingers, pushing it back deep inside you.

"Can't be losing any, Y/N, my precious girl." He sternly announced. He collapsed onto you, kissing your neck as you stroked his gelled hair.

"You'll be the most beautiful mama ever."

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A War In My Mind

Description: Elvis attempts to relax the reader, after noticing she has overworked herself, near to death.

Warnings: Mentions of stress, not eating, academic validation, burn out. I guess this one is to soothe myself, with school and everything. It's just comforting to have somebody care about you in a way that makes them drop everything to ensure your needs are fulfilled.

Your life felt like death. The immense amount of studying and schoolwork had taken its toll on you, and began to warp your life. You became less energetic and lively, having to save your energy for your miserable nights spent glaring at words, trying to decipher what they mean. Being top of your class, the pressure to be successful was perpetually building, and one day it will collapse.

Your academic struggles were saved for the night, when Elvis was already deep in sleep. You knew he was already worried with the Colonel's demands and the amount of shows, the last thing he needed was to be burdened by your own failure.

You sat idly at the desk, your eyes boring into the flashcards as if they had souls. You glanced back over at Elvis, sleeping peacefully under the covers. You thought about how dramatic you must be; you were sat here crying over some test and he dealt with all his show business while having time to be with you. It was pathetic. You were pathetic.

Tears caught your eyes, your hand gripping itself into a fist as you bit your lip. If you started crying now, you would wake Elvis. You turned your face back to the book, making annotations and taking notes. But the words didn't even look like words anymore. It was just misery on a page. Out of frustration, your hand slammed against the desk.

Not realising what you had done, you heard Elvis begin to stir in his sleep.

"Y/N, that you?" He mumbled groggily, as you noticed his silhouette sitting up.

"It's nothing, Elvis, go back to sleep." You let out shakily, trembling at the knowledge that you had disturbed him.

"What are ya doing up, baby?" He called, rubbing his eyes as he let himself out the bed. He walked over to the light switch, flicking it on to reveal your sickly state.

"E.P, it's nothing, just studying." You whispered, as he quickly moved to you.

"Darlin, how long you been studying for? Are you alright?" He fussed, wiping your cheek with his thumb as tears formed in your eyes.

"El, I'm fine."

"No, you aren't baby. This isn't fine. When was the last time ya slept, doll?" He cooed, digging a hand into your hair.

"Oh, Elvis, I can't remember." You finally broke down, tears plaguing you as his soothing voice shushed you, feeling yourself being overtaken by his firm arms.

"Shh, pretty darlin, it's OK."

"No, it's not! Everyone wants me to be so brilliant, but I can't! I can't do it! Everyone's gonna think I'm so dumb, Elvis, I can't live like this!" You cried, as Elvis watched the girl he loved fall apart infront of him.

"Hey now, sweet girl, I don't wanna hear any of that. You are the smartest thing in the whole damn world, and no grade is gonna change that. Now, when was the last time ya eaten?"

"Like, a day ago." You muttered, watching his face fall even further.

"Baby, ya killing me. Come on, let's go get somethin to eat, put your books down, and we can go to bed, OK?" He said softly, rubbing your back assuringly.

"What about my test?"

"You'll pass it. Trust me, baby, it'll all turn out fine."

"OK, E." You finally gave in, retreating downstairs. You sat reluctantly, while Elvis made your favourite.

Afterwards, he held your hand up the stairs on the way to your bedroom. He coated you in your comfiest of pyjamas, and wrapped his arms securely around your stomach, infecting your neck and tear-stained face with kisses. You slept peacefully that night, with the knowledge that your boyfriend will always be there to hold your hand in times where you felt isolated from everyone.

He loved you.

[rocknrolldaughter]

The Girl That I Love Best

Description: Elvis finds himself growing more and more infatuated with Y/N, but fears that confessing his feelings will ruin their relationship. However, Y/N is having the same feelings.

Warnings: nothing much, female reader

this gif is so cute I can't cope

Elvis, one of your closest friends, looked up at you with an expression of pure intrigue while you began to re-enact a very drastic conversation you had with a friend earlier today. With each bold move, each new impression, his eyebrows raised, as if to convey disbelief. Your intricate movements and rambled storytelling made his heart fill with joy, excited by your passion for living. However, his fixation upon you eventually caused him to lose his grip upon your anecdotes. He couldn't quite recognise his feelings for you just yet, but, secretly, you were all he wanted.

"Would you ever believe it, Elvis?" You rushed to his side, instantaneously breaking his trance.

"No, baby, not in a million years." He laughed, hoping it had been the appropriate response.

"You know, Elvis, sometimes I feel like you're the only person I can trust." You exhaled, as he playfully threw his arm over your shoulder.

"Well, girl, I'm always here." He chuckled, as you retreated into his touch.

"Oh, Elvis!" You suddenly cried out, as his heart flew a bit at your quick change of mood.

"You okay, darlin?" He asked, as you trekked across your room to your record collection.

"I got a new record, Elvis. Oh, you just have to listen to it. Life changing." You smiled, handing him the record as he stared at it intensely.

"Trust me, girl. I will. If you like it, it's gotta be good."

Elvis had been the light of your life for years. All you ever wished for was for him to requite your feelings for him. But you knew it would never happen. You weren't as talented, or quiet, and you were too adventurous. While you could dream of a world where you two shared a life, it would never happen. Your trail of thought was quickly cut off, when your mother came in the room to announce that Elvis had to go home.

"Well, honey, I'll see ya soon." Elvis smiled, embracing you for a few seconds before waving goodbye.

"Elvis, wait!" You shouted as he began to leave your room.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Look after the record for me." You beamed, as he returned a larger smile and left, with the record tucked safely under his arm.

Then, you were alone again. Just you and your dreams.

Elvis made his way through the night down to Club Handy, where he and BB took a table at the back of the room.

"So, what's with you, man? You've been quiet as a mouse ever since you got here, what have you been up to?" BB asked, noticing Elvis's unusual silence.

"Well, you know, I've just been with Y/N today, hanging about her house." Elvis laughed, remembering the experience.

"Oh, yeah? She okay?"

"She's always fine, BB. You know that sadness could not reach that girl. She's always smilin, always laughin. Always up for a dance or a song. You know, she's got this new record-" Elvis began, his eyes lighting up at the mention of you.

"E.P, man, you can't keep pretending that you don't love her." BB sighed, placing down his drink as Elvis shot him a look of confusion.

"Pardon?" Elvis laughed, raising an eyebrow as he turned his full attention to BB besides him.

"Y/N, man!" BB exclaimed.

"The hell? I don't love her, BB, she's just my friend, that's all-" Elvis began, until BB quickly cut him off.

"Christ, E.P, you think I'm a fool? All you talk about is damn Y/N. Listening to the music she likes, reading the books she likes, watching the movies she likes. You're damn obsessed with that girl."

"No, man, she's...weird."

"Weird?"

"Yeah, BB, you know. She's strange. She stands out from all the other girls, she doesn't pass out when she sees me. She has her own personality, her own life. Her own story. She talks way too much, always ramblin about something or other. And when she laughs, it kinda makes me laugh too. I don't know, I just like her laugh. Her smile, man, don't get me started on it. She shows all her teeth, and her eyes light up, and good God man-"

"E.P, do you hear yourself?" B.B questioned. Elvis took a moment to analyse his own words, then realised he was describing everything he loved about her. He felt his face drop, and his heart somewhat lift.

"God, man, I'm in love." He finally sighed.

"You gotta get that girl." BB advised, as Elvis's face suddenly contorted into a look of pure horror.

"I can't, BB, I can't. What if she don't like me back? What if I scare her? I can't sacrifice our relationship, just because of some silly feelings." Elvis whispered, slightly panicking.

"Who cares, man? If she don't like it, move on. But you've gotta try."

Elvis promptly rushed out of the club, as if he was racing time itself to get to you. He swiftly ignored all the cheering fans on the street, hastily jumping into his Cadillac as he sped to your house.

You had been relaxing in your room, staring into space as you tried to get Elvis off your mind. Then, as if God had answered your prayers, you heard a knock at your window.

Slightly frightened, you walked over to the window, only to reveal Elvis hanging onto the ledge, with a grin on his face.

"Elvis? The hell are you doin here? It's 10pm!" You whispered, as not to wake your mother. You seemed angry on the outside, but deep inside you were nothing short of ecstatic. You let him in, watching him climb into your room.

"I missed you, baby. I wanted to speak to you." He smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets as he sat on your bed.

"Oh, yeah? About what?"

"Well, Y/N, darlin, forgive me if I sound outta line, but I... I think I love ya, doll."

"You do, Elvis?"

"Yeah, baby. I understand if you don't feel the same, but you've gotta know how much you mean to me. I love the way you smile, I love the way you dance, I love the way you can find interest in about damn everythin. I love your cooking, I love hearing your voice, I love when you call, I love seein ya. Because you're the most gorgeous girl in the world. And I'll be damned if anyone else comes close to ya. So, Y/N, girl, what do you think?" He poured his heart out, as each word made you even more unsure that this was real. For a moment, you stared up at him in awe, delighted and fascinated by his nature.

"I've wanted ya too, Elvis, for the longest time." You finally answered, wrapping your arms around him as he smoothed your hair.

Everything was fine.

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All My Dreams Fulfilled

Description: Elvis will always be there to reassure his girl, even when she thinks the worst.

Warnings: Reader being insecure, name-calling, general fluff, cheeky bit of suggestive language at the end. This is my first fic, so nobody call me a "cringe hoe" please. Many thanks!

You were strong. Everyone knew that. Stern, determined, passionate, a force to be reckoned with. Your friends couldn't get enough of you. God knows that your boyfriend, Elvis, could barely keep his hands off of you. But neither could the guilt and sorrow that resided in your insides and ate you alive. Being a rockstar's girlfriend was definitely a challenge, you knew that from the moment you first felt his soft lips press on yours. But, you never anticipated it getting this bad. You never thought that you would be sat on your double bed, having a breakdown over a shopping trip. Your boyfriend's envious young fans had come up to you at every opportunity, deeming you a "no good-whore", "an ugly slut" and "after his money". One woman even had the nerve to throw her coffee at you in the street, causing you to be an embarrassed mess, just in time for the paparazzi. You fled the scene, cameras flashing and girls wailing with laughter.

Once you got home, you ran upstairs, surpassing everything and only focusing on getting to the door of your bedroom. You took off your bra, feeling free afterwards, and then putting your shirt back on. Running your hands through your hair, you let yourself drop onto the bed. Secured by the comfort of a bed, you just let everything go. The tears you had been saving for a thunderstorm suddenly broke out in a second, soaking your pillow as you dug your face into the soft surface and screamed for everything you had. Why did you deserve this? Was it a crime to be in love? The questions preceded one another, until you finally reached the epitome of self-loathing. "Am I good enough for him?".

Elvis had told you time and time again that you were his only girl, but was he capable of lying? Did he have thousands of desperate girls lined up outside his dressing room, each one more than willing to replace you? What did he see in you? You knew he was bound to leave you. The tears flooded the bed, sinking your head further down in shame into your beaten pillow.

Elvis had been working late at the studio recently, so you had no worries about him returning to see your sullen state.

Or, you thought.

Midst your breakdown, you heard the front door slam shut.

"Y/N, baby?" The Southern drawl called out, as you tried to put a pause on your meltdown. Was it 8pm already? You desperately clawed at your face, trying to eradicate any evidence of sadness, while Elvis called out for you.

"Darlin, there you are-" He started, but his smile faded the moment he saw your tear-stained face. He rushed to your side, his firm hand stroking your shoulder as he tried to pry you from your ball. He planted tender kisses along your neck, sensing that he should relax you before trying to explain the issue. His kisses wiped away glassy tears, his soft breathing soothing you as final sobs fled. "Oh, baby, oh, you pretty girl." He shushed you, trying to calm your crying.

For a while, you dug your face into his chest, hoping for the moment to never end. His large hand ran up and down your back, calming your whimpers. Whenever you shook or breathed unevenly, he held you closer, tighter. His lips left calming kisses along your hair, as his thumb gently caressed your face.

"I'm so sorry, Elvis, I'm so sorry." You whispered out, digging your nails into his back as you held onto him with all your strength.

"No, baby, don't be sorry. I just wanna know what's wrong, s'all." He muttered, his hand continuing to run along your back. "Are you ready to tell me, darlin?" He carried on, lifting your chin up to face him. It broke his heart to see you like this. Your face stained with tears, your eyes dead, your smile gone.

"I-I was out today, and these girls came up to me, callin me a no-good whore, and u-ugly. Sayin you were gonna leave me." You whimpered out, tears threatening to fall once again. And, they did. More violent tears erupted from your eyes as you remembered the event, breaths cut off by your murderous sobs.

"Shh, shh, baby." He cooed into your ear, keeping a firm grip on you as you trembled in his arms.

"Darlin, you're the light of my life. No other girl could ever come close to you. And those girls, they're jealous. Jealous because you're my one and only girl. You, my darlin, are an angel. Heaven-sent. God, I should be the one cryin, every day I'm scared of losin ya. Baby, don't do anythin stupid. Ever. Even if everyone else on the planet hates ya, I'll always love ya more than life itself. You got that, girl? " He reassured you, stroking your hair as he kissed your neck. You smiled, nodding slightly.

"Oh, sweetheart, I love seeing ya smile. You should do it more." He teased, winking as you looked up at him.

"Only for you." You joked.

"Oh no, girl, smile for the world. It makes it brighter." He smiled. "But then again, that's the only thing of yours you can share with the world. The rest is mine, baby." He added playfully.

"Please give an example, Mr Presley." You laughed, watching his eyes fill with desire. Desire for you.

He flipped you over, so that you were underneath him. He began to pry your shirt from your shoulders, but insecurity overcame you, and you pulled it down fiercely.

"Don't hide, darlin, you're beautiful. My beautiful girl." He mumbled, pulling the shirt over your head, only to reveal that you were lacking of a bra.

"Oh, you dirty girl."