peaceloveelvis

[peaceloveelvis]

Oh Shanny, you beautifully put into words what I feel in my heart, and I'm sure I can say how all of us feel about this beautiful man 🥹🥹🥹

How Did I Exist Without You?

I feel this shame that I knew of your existence in this world, but I never took the time to explore your artistry, your humanity, the essence of your being

Now that you have seeped through every molecule of my life and taken over my heart, you are the very air I breathe, your laughter echoes in my ears, your beauty is every vision that I’m seeing

My heart breaks with yours for every ounce of pain you endured, every frustration, every criticism of who are as a man

But I also soar in the clouds with you to celebrate all of your triumphs, all of your joy, the way you always do the very best you can

I will spend the rest of my days basking in the light that radiates out from every facet of you, there is no part that I do not accept and take delight in witnessing

I only wonder what passion and joy and fulfillment my life held before the melody of your love filled me up – how was I existing?

Poetry tag list: @lookingforrainbows @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @arrolyn1114 @elvisalltheway101 @xanatenshi @jhoneybees @atleastpleasetelephone

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis aaron presley #i love you elvis #we love you elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel

[peaceloveelvis]

OMG Shanny I'm having a heart attack over here!!! 🫠🥵

Um, excuse me? How do I function with you looking at me like that? ❤️

#he makes my heart flutter #and…um…other body parts #so sexy #so beautiful #i love this man #elvis #elvis presley #daddy elvis #big daddy elvis #my body is ready

[peaceloveelvis]

THAT FINGER 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Elvis Presley during a press conference at the New York City Hilton, June 9, 1972.

#elvis presley #elvis #i love you elvis #big daddy elvis #daddy elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel #blue was definitely his color #hes so beautiful i could cry #beautiful inside and out

[peaceloveelvis]

Oh my gosh Sissy, this story!!! I love it! I can't wait to read the series you have coming up!! Thank you again! 🥰🥰🥰

Hi Sissy! If it’s not too late, could you do a Fic of Elvis based on the song “Help Me Make It Through the Night?” Like Elvis and you know you’re not good for each other, but you can’t stay away. Can develop into smut but if you’d prefer not, that’s okay too! If it’s too late, I completely understand! Thank you! 😊

@peaceloveelvis Hi! Definitely not too late! First of all, this is one of my most favorite songs. I actually have a series planned to go with this song later, so stay tuned. But also, I haven't written anything without smut in a LONG TIME. This one came out this way and I might revisit it to expand on the smut later if there's interest, but I kind of like it without it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this ficlet!

Help Me Make It Through the Night

Warnings: none really, cussing, mentions of sex

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Elvis has been a part of your life since you met him during his Timex special with Frank Sinatra. The only thing you did more than make love relentlessly was fight endlessly. The nights were hot, but the mornings never failed to conclude with both of you yelling and at least one of you crying. There was no end to the way you loved each other or the way you managed to drive each other insane. There was always something to fight about and you left each other every time swearing you'd never be together again. But somehow, you'd end up in the same place and before you knew it you were naked in an elevator or in his backseat or in a bathroom or a hotel bed in some sketchy by-the-hour kind of place. Even after he got married, you didn't stop. Your pattern of fucking and fighting stayed the same.

In 1969, though, you had a particularly spirited tryst that ended with both of you saying things you regretted almost instantly. But you were both too stubborn to admit it, so instead you threw a shoe at him and screamed at him to get out and he called you a name and swore he'd never end up in your bed again. This time, the pain you caused cut so deep that you both insisted you'd never give in again. It was over, for real this time. The hurt was too much to make the good times worth it.

So, you did what any self-respecting woman would do. You married someone else.

When he heard about it, he broke an end table and all the things sitting on it in a fit of rage and jealousy and something else he was afraid to admit.

On your wedding night, you cried yourself to sleep with your new husband snoring quietly next to you in the bed.

Then, in 1971, you find yourself walking down the street and come upon a loud and frantic crowd. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you look to see what all the commotion is about. The crowd parts like ill-meaning clouds and he looks up at just the wrong moment.

His blue eyes pierce you straight through to your soul, even from across the street. Something inside you jumps and your hand goes to your throat. Memories of every time you've ever been together slam into you like a freight train and you're somewhere between ecstasy and wanting to die. By the look on his face, you can tell he's experiencing something similar. Everything inside you is screaming at you to go to him, but you feel the cold little ring on your finger and know that you can't. You turn and walk away as quickly as you can. He fights to get away from the crowd around him, but by the time he does, you're gone.

******

You're pacing the floor of your living room when the phone rings. Even several hours later, you haven't recovered from your encounter. You pick the phone up aggressively, annoyed to be distracted by the call.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Presley would like you to meet him tonight at the Presidential Motel at 11pm." Your blood runs cold.

"Why?" The line clicks with no answer. He's left the ball in your court and you hate it. You won't meet him. You just won't. He's impossible.

But at 10:45pm you're in your car. You've spent the last several hours trying to remind yourself of all the reasons you hate him. You finally decide you're going to see him just to tell him that you don't care what he says; you were serious last time. This is not a thing anymore and it never will be again.

At 11:06pm, you sit in the parking lot of the motel, a battle raging inside you.

"This is stupid." You mutter, finally getting out of the car. At the desk, you ask which room Mr. John Burrows is staying in. The clerk tells you and you stomp towards his room getting more and more angry as you walk. The nerve of him to think he can just summon you like this.

You pound on the door with every ounce of rage your body can contain flowing through you. The door opens slowly and your heart skips. Why does he have to look so good?

"You came."

"What the fuck could you possibly want to say to me?! The last time you saw me you called me a whore and said you'd rather swallow a knife than see me again. So, whatever you have to-"

"I miss you."

"You... what?" He speaks again slowly and deliberately.

"I miss you." It feels like your stomach has fallen to your kneecaps. "I'm lonely, honey."

"Call your wife."

"Will ya just... no. I want you."

"Have you forgotten-"

"No, I haven't. And I'm sorry." He's never apologized to you before. You stand in stunned silence just outside the door.

"You're-"

"Sorry. Yes. Now, will you come in please?" You stand there completely lost. Finally, he grabs your arm and drags you into the room, shutting the door behind you.

"What the hell, Elvis?!" He pulls you close to him and presses his lips to yours. For a second, you melt into him. Then, you remember why you were mad and pull away angrily.

"No, I'm not-" He pulls you in again, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you more deeply this time. You fight to get away, but he holds you tightly. Eventually you're able to escape his grasp and you push him backwards. He goes to grab you again and you slap him across the face. Your hands go to your mouth in shock and he looks at you stunned.

"Oh god, I'm-"

"I guess I deserved that." He walks to the bed and sits down. "You actually hate me, don't you?"

You stand there for a few seconds before sitting down beside him on the bed.

"No. I don't. But we said this was done."

"I know. I'm just... I'm alone, honey. And I miss you so much it hurts worse than being with you." You look at him, but he won't meet your eyes. It comes to you that he must be pretty desperate to put himself in this position.

"You're alone?"

"You know how it gets for me. There's people everywhere, but I just... I miss you."

"Why me?" He rolls his eyes and looks at you finally.

"You gonna make me say it?"

"Yes. If you want me to stay here, then-"

"I love you. I've been in love with you since I met you. You're the only one I want when I feel like this and it's been so long-" You reach out and put your hand on his knee and he looks down at it, setting his on top of yours, gently wrapping his fingers around yours.

You're used to these vulnerable moments from him. They're what has brought you together over and over throughout the years. So when he breaks down and sobs, you pull him into your arms and hold him without thinking. Somehow you end up lying in the bed with him cuddled tightly against you, head on your chest. You stroke his hair and hum quietly. This is a familiar position for the two of you and you've missed it more than you care to admit.

Eventually, his breathing evens out and you realize he's fallen asleep. You kick your shoes off and snuggle in to spend the night. As angry as you were, you can't deny him what he needs because the truth is you love him too and you always have. You kiss his forehead and hold him tightly. You've missed this too.

******

In the morning, you make love and it's sweet and sensual and exactly what you've both been needing. And this time you don't fight. Somewhere in the year you were apart, you grew. The love that you have is more important than anything that might separate you.

And as you lay naked together, the world opens up for you. He talks about leaving his wife and you decide your husband will be better off without you.

Will it happen? Will you finally find a way to be together in a way that works for you both? You don't know.

But you made it through this night together. Something tells you that you can make it through anything now.

******

The end?

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[peaceloveelvis]

Karate Elvis is one of my downfalls 🫠

karate elvis 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

inspired by @from-memphis-with-love

#70s elvis #elvis presley #elvis #elvis aaron presley #elvis karate #big daddy elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel #he can do karate demonstrations on me any day #i love this sweaty man endlessly

[peaceloveelvis]

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧...

#elvis presley #elvis #i love you elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel

[peaceloveelvis]

I have such a soft spot for E during the Clambake Era because of all the turmoil he was going through at that time. I hate that he felt like he had to lose weight so drastically on so many occasions. In my opinion, he looked healthy in Clambake (not that he ever looked unhealthy prior to Clambake). I see the vulnerability in his eyes and I just want to hold him and tell him he's loved so much. I don't have any children, but the Mama Bear instinct comes out of me so many times when I look at photos of him 🥹

Elvis Presley in a wardrobe check for Clambake; 1967.

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis history #elvis presley history #clambake #60s elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel #i love this sweet boy so much #i just want to protect him from the world #he was too good for us

[peaceloveelvis]

OMG the gloves again 🧤🥵🤭

The jacket… The hands on his hips.. Those beautiful baby blues.

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis fandom #does anyone else just like sigh out of a content when they see this man? #he’s so beautiful #I can’t #daddy elvis #what is it about him wearing gloves?! #im crazy #but he makes me this way 😅 #my guardian angel #love of my life

[peaceloveelvis]

We can never have enough chest photos of Elvis, my Big Daddy! I can only imagine how good he smelled and how soft but firm his chest was 😭

Elvis chest hair appreciation 😋

#elvis presley #elvis #i love you elvis #daddy elvis #big daddy elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel #let me just snuggle into his chest #and rub my face against his chest hair like a purring kitten #i just want to love on him #is that too much to ask #ill treat you right big daddy elvis

[peaceloveelvis]

Part of me is like, "He can't blow dry his own hair?", but then I'd run over a hundred people for the chance to blow dry his hair if he asked 🤭🤷‍♀️

okay but how unfair is this… A TOWEL AROUND HIS WAIST!? AND HE ASKS THEM TO DRY HIS HAIR.

#elvis presley #elvis #i love you elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel #i think a lot of times it was a test for him to see what he could get people to do #he could play me like a fiddle and id beg him for more

[peaceloveelvis]

I may or may not have watched the first GIF for 5 minutes straight...

ELVIS (2022) dir. Baz Luhrmann

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis movie #austin butler #elvis austin butler #omg #that butt clench #im on my knees #daddy austin

[peaceloveelvis]

I love these acapella videos of Elvis! I wear my headphones and I feel like he's singing just for me 🥹🥰

#elvis #elvis presley #love of my life #my guardian angel #this is so beautiful #elvis fandom #70s elvis

[peaceloveelvis]

I'm going down my Elvis in Leather Gloves Rabbit Hole again, and I never want to get out...

#elvis presley #elvis #daddy elvis #big daddy elvis #i love you elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel #elvis fandom #elvisaaronpresley #why does him wearing leather gloves turn me on so much?! #hes so daddy #the things id let him do to me #*cough* put those fingers inside me *cough* #did i say that out loud? #yes yes i did

[peaceloveelvis]

Me with Elvis

this is me all day

#elvis presley #elvis #i love you elvis #daddy elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel #elvis fandom #elvisaaronpresley

[peaceloveelvis]

Some days I look at him and I can’t help feeling inadequate to him. So many times I think to myself, “There’s no way he would’ve been interested in me,” or “I don’t think he would’ve thought I was pretty,” but that’s what I get for living inside my head so much 🤷🏻‍♀️🥺

#elvis presley #elvis #i love you elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel #elvis fandom #elvisaaronpresley #I’m probably totally crazy for feeling this way #but this is what he does to me

[peaceloveelvis]

Oh my goodness Cherise! I've never seen this photo before! Bless you! 🙏🏻😍🥵

just spotted my favorite little rainbow 🌈

#this jacket #only Elvis #elvis #elvis presley #elvis aaron presley #daddy elvis #big daddy elvis #love of my life #my guardian angel

[peaceloveelvis]

I've never wanted to be a guitar so much in my life...

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis aaron presley #daddy elvis #big daddy elvis #jesus lord almighty #he knew what he was doing #just imagine #like I need to be more of a weak mess for this man #aghhhhh I need him #I’m begging at this point #id do anything for him