REQUESTED VIA TUMBLR: Hi, I really loved your headcanons for how Elvis would talk about an innocent reader to his friends, and I was wondering if you could write an imagine or short fic going more in depth on the mafia guy's not-so-pure feelings for the reader?
Everything always manages to fly right over your pretty little head
Dirty jokes, condescending comments, telling looks
Even when someone has to sit you down and explain to you what's going on, sometimes you just still won't understand
Even though you try to understand, sometimes you'll nod along with wide eyes and those pouty lips, at everything that's being said just to try and seem like you're convincing someone, anyone
But it's what makes you utterly adorable to Elvis
And to the rest of the Memphis Mafia
You're so goddamn clueless and innocent that you instantly make anyone with a bit more knowledge than you feel special
You'll cling to them, ask them questions, listen to every word they have to say and try and understand it
And you'll make them feel like they're the most important person in the world to you at that moment
And goddamn, that's an addictive feeling for any man to feel
So it only made sense when Elvis moved you into Graceland with him and you became Elvis' little darling
And the Memphis Mafia's little darling by default
They're all infatuated with you in some way
And Elvis knows
He knows that he's got the prettiest, sweetest, most adorable little thing in the world
So he knows he ain't gonna be the only one to be blown away by you
There's a policy of "look but don't touch" when it comes to you
For no reason, other than your safety, should any of the Mafia try to get handsy with you
But oh boy, do they dream about it
They know better though, they know how possessive and protective Elvis is of you
"I catch any one of you fellas tryin' it on with my Y/N and I swear there'll be goddamn hell to pay."
Elvis tells them on afternoon
You never notice the stares from all of the men
Or the looks they exchange with each other whenever you twirl around or bend over slightly too much and your pretty little panties become exposed
And whilst as a collective, they intimidate many
How else did they get the name, 'Memphis Mafia'?
They don't intimidate you
No, in fact, you'll sit by Sonny all night during a poker game, having him explain the rules and help you with your hand
You'll ask him questions like he's the best poker player in the world all night
And he'll feel incredible because of it
You'll babble and babble at him with questions and he has to try and not laugh as he finds it just so endearing how clueless you are
But how totally determined you are to be able to play with all of the men
And when you play a great hand at the poker game because of Sonny's help, all of the big, old men will suddenly shower you with praise, making you blush and get all nervous and shy at the onslaught of attention
"Atta girl!"
Sonny will chuckle
And you giggle that angelic giggle and give Sonny a hug, thanking him for his help
Only for Sonny to be aware of the unspoken and invisible policy that hangs over your head and he catches Elvis' eye from across the poker table, and he's watching you and Sonny like a hawk
"Why don't you go show EP what you did, hey hon?"
Sonny will suggest, letting you run to Elvis who smiles warmly at you, and engulfs you in a cuddle
A cuddle that makes you feel practically giddy with delight as he effortlessly brings you onto his lap, holding your tummy with his strong arm, keeping you in place
"My clever girl."
Elvis coos in your ear as you sit in his lap, making you smile bashfully and squirm about
Many of the Mafia members watch Elvis' interactions with you and whilst they wouldn't admit it, they were jealous
So goddamn jealousWishing it was their laps that you would settle in
That it was the rings on their fingers that you'd absent-mindedly play with when the men were talkin' about things you couldn't understand
Wishing it was them that would end up taking you upstairs and undress you
That it would be them that you'd giggle to as they kissed your body all over
That it would be them that would fuck you endlessly and they'd hear your sweet little cries and moans all night long
Only for you to say thank you at the endBecause you're such a good girl
But it isn't them that gets to experience that, and it never will beIt's Elvis, it's always Elvis
He has your heart
But the members of the Memphis Mafia will settle for having even just a conversation with you
Because even if Elvis has you, at least they have their sinful thoughts of you
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Elvis Presley Imagines
FanfictionA bunch of requested and non-requested imagines about Elvis Presley. If you have anything you'd like me to write about, you can request in the comments or send me a message! Find me on Tumblr where I publish these first at www.tumblr.com/wanderinge...