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Business Practical
A/N debated writing this bc i already have so many things in my draft i want/need to finish but the new Elvis movie has completely taken over my mind. Austin Butler’s Elvis only though, real life Elvis is super sus. Also this may not be perfectly historically accurate,, but we’re accepting that bc it is not that deep and not worth my stress!! Also this taught me that I will never understand the spelling of ‘colonel’ like it just doesn’t sit right with me.
Summary: After the release of your hit single, you think that the rest of your career is set. Or at the very least, you’re guaranteed an easy release of your next album. Too bad your label thinks your record’s going to fail if you don’t find someone famous enough to record a duet with you. Fortunately for you, your squeaky clean, America’s newest sweetheart image is just the kind of thing Elvis needs around him to protect himself from his own controversy. (i set this up to have a part 2 but i’m on the fence about it lol, so ig if you’d like to be tagged lmk)
Update: Chapter II
Y/n’s POV
I may not know everything, but I know music. I know my music, and I know I know how to perform my music. That’s the only reason I’ve never experienced stage freight when it comes to performing. Because of that, people assume that I’m confident all the time. Now, I’m not one to shy away at the drop of a hat, but my nerves have been tangling my stomach since this morning.
Will had made it sound like the easiest thing in the world when he pitched his idea in my living room. The label’s sending you to his show, you’ll be escorted backstage right after. It’ll be easy for you since we both know you don’t know how to take ‘no’ as an answer. Everyone in my house was ecstatic. Sure, there’s controversy around him, but no one can deny his talent and success.
I might be pushy when I need to be, but it’s not like I can strong arm a phenomenon into recording a song with me. I insisted that he’d be better suited for this. Will is a professional and he looks the part. I still feel like a child whenever anyone starts talking business. Will said that was all the more reason to go. It’d be a learning opportunity and feel much more natural.
Maybe I would have fought him harder on it if he hadn’t dangled those tickets in front of me. Everyone in my house knows how badly I wanted to see Elvis perform.
I didn’t think this through. His performance was as captivating as I thought it’d be, which is a bad thing. There is no way I can go backstage and ask him to record a song with me. I know that his manager is expecting something, but I don’t think they’re picturing me. There’s a good chance that I won’t even get backstage--I look like most of the other girls here.
“Y/n, you alright?” I can feel Maisie’s cool fingers on my forearm. “He’s definitely back there, and I think you should hurry before you miss him.”
I’m frozen, not even my best friend’s voice is enough to snap me out of this. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t? He was amazing, and you saw the way the crowd reacted, he’s perfect for--”
“I know, that’s exactly why I can’t.” She doesn’t release my arm. “He’s like a real famous person and I--I thought coming to the show would be fun, and it was, but now I can’t stop thinking about how good he was and--”
Maisie’s walking forward, pulling on my arm as she moves. “I have never seen you scared to do anything.”
“Maisie,” I sigh, trying to resist her, “This is different. This isn’t some school presentation or even performance. It’s--ugh, it should have been Will. He’s the professional.”
She’s completely ignoring me. Maisie continues to walk, forcing me to take a few steps. “You don’t need Will, you don’t need anyone. Now go back there and don’t take no for an answer.”
I start walking, but Maisie doesn’t release me. I guess it’s fair, a part of me still wants to escape. With each step towards the back of the venue, my stomach drops a little more.
Maisie’s confidence can’t be faked, because she’s not even bothered by the security guard that’s standing in front of the door that leads to the backstage area. She continues forward like the large man in black isn’t going to attempt to stop her.
He does, of course, he’d be terrible at his job if he didn’t. Two young girls who just have to have a word with Elvis Presley after his show, that’s not suspicious at all.
“Excuse me, ladies, you can’t come back here.”
Even now, Maisie remains determined. “You should be expecting her.”
The man looks me over with little reaction behind his eyes. “I’m here on Will Walters’ behalf.”
He blinks at me. “You his daughter?” I shake my head, preparing to explain the situation. “Niece, then? Distant cousin?”
“No, sir, I--”
“Oh my,” a voice gasps, “Y/n L/n.” A girl I’ve never met before with styled mousy brown hair. “I heard your radio interview the other day! And don’t even get me started on your song!” She turns towards the security guard before I can speak. “Let her in, David, and her friend, too.”
Maisie squeezes my arm gently. The security guard, David, looks me and Maisie over again, and then he steps out of the way. Being recognized by someone because of my music has brought back some of my confidence.
I approach the girl that waved me in. “Thank you for that.” Part of me wants to let her know how much she’s actually helped me, but that feels awkward, especially considering the way she’s looking at me.
“Oh, don’t even think twice about it.” with a flick of her wrist, she dismisses it all. “If someone like me’s allowed by here, someone like you should be more than welcomed.”
“Someone like you?”
She smiles politely, “I’m not anything special, I just follow the tour around. I’m dating someone in the band.” I nod, following her as she begins to walk. “My name’s Annette.”
“Oh, I’m Y/n, but you already knew that.”
“And I’m Maisie.”
“Well, nice to meet you both.” She pauses long enough to give me a chance to look around. For a private space, it’s surprisingly crowded. I guess that makes sense when you factor in how many people probably have to work on the show and how many have girlfriends and family members in the area or on tour with them. “Now, you must be here t--”
Everything, including Annette’s voice, fades into the background. It all blurs into white noise that I don’t care to distinguish because now that I’m looking at him, everything else feels like it doesn’t matter. I thought most of his enthralling nature came from his stage presence, but now that he’s only feet away from me he’s just as attention drawing, and somehow even more attractive now that I can really see his facial features.
Of course his presence would melt away the tiny bit of confidence of developed, reducing me into the fan girl that can’t help but squeal at his existence. I clamp my mouth shut to avoid falling prey to my destiny. Look away. Stop staring. I don’t seem to have enough self control because my gaze remains frozen.
At least he hasn’t noticed...and he’s turning his head. Of course he’s turning his head, anyone could sense the kind of staring I’m subjecting him to. It’s only when our eyes meet that I find the strength to look away. But those few seconds of actual eye contact...I could write an entire song just about the blue of his irises and the chill that just ran through me.
Maybe I’m not insane, maybe he has this kind of affect on everyone. Maisie moves to grab my forearm, which is a good indicator that she’s seen him to. “He’s over there,” she whispers.
Okay, she sounds shocked and slightly in awe but nowhere near as mesmerized as I am--was, because I’ve snapped out of it, and I’m going to stay that way. I can’t imagine seeing Will again and telling him the reason I didn’t ask his question to Elvis is because he was cute I just couldn’t get the words out.
“Yeah,” I nod, dropping my head, “I see him.”
Annette hums once. “Oh, that makes sense.”
Heat runs through my body. “Oh, no--no, it’s not--” My stuttering isn’t convincing her, and it’s not like that’s unfair. “My manager actually set all this up--”
She nods, “Go on up and talk to him. He’s real nice, not too egotistical like some of the other singers I’ve met.”
I can feel Annette’s warm eyes on me and Maisie’s still squeezing my forearm and everything feels like it’s rushing to my head. “Okay,” I say, making absolutely no effort to move.
Maisie’s hold on me loosens. “Y’know, hon, to talk to him you’re gonna have to walk up to him.”
Good point. I mean he’s just standing there, and the person he’s talking to is walking away. I pull my arm away from Maisie while rolling my eyes. “I would’ve never guessed.”
I start walking forward, forcing myself to take even breaths as I approach him. He turns to face me a little quicker than I expected him to. My mind goes blank, no coherent sentences forming in my mind.
My mouth opens. “Hi.” Really?
The corner of his mouth turns upwards, like he’s trying to keep something in. “Hello, Miss...”
He’s offering me a space to provide my name, but before I can speak, a low sounding squeak interrupts us.
“You’re her,” a soft voice gasps, “Oh, you’re as cute in person as you were in that magazine photo.”
My smile feels awkward. The last thing I need right now is for Elvis to think I staged something to make myself look like a bigger deal than I am. Will has some connections and after my song took off, I did two interviews, both different magazine features. “Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.”
“I love your song,” she continues, her voice raising enough to catch the attention of others near us. “Is it true you wrote it yourself?”
I struggle to not fidget. “Yes, I--”
“Aren’t you the July song girl?”
My posture straightens under the new scrutiny. “Yes, that’s my song--”
“Oh when is your album coming out?”
My lips part, but I have no good way to answer that. “If everything goes well, soon--” After that, the voices of a cluster of strangers beat me out.
“How’d you get your hair like that in your magazine shoot? I’ve been trying for days, but--”
“Do you dress yourself? I love the modern modest look with all that lace detailing, it’s--”
“Are you and Elvis together? You’re both--”
“Your makeup--”
“When’s your next song coming out?”
I swallow. This is what rabbits must feel like when they’re trapped by predators. Where’s Maisie when I need her? She’s under no obligation to be polite to anyone and has more than made it clear that she has no problem telling people to give me some space.
“Hey,” the deepness of Elvis’s voice cuts through all the overlapping rambling with practically no effort, “Let’s give Miss July here some space.”
He places a warm hand on my shoulder. I dig my nails into my palms to avoid melting. With all the confidence in the world, he guides me away from the semi circle that formed with no notice. Elvis keeps his hand where he first put it as he leads me down a narrow hall. I can’t see Maisie but I know I’ll never hear the end of this.
Elvis stops in front of a wooden door and opens it casually. He leads me inside, lets go of my arm, and moves to sit on a stool in front of a lit vanity. It takes me a moment longer than it should to realize we must be in his dressing room. The reality of the situation crashes into me--Elvis Presley just walked me to his dressing room and closed the door behind him.
Okay, I’m being kind of ridiculous. He took me here to save me from having to answer a thousand questions. A thousand questions that people were asking me backstage at his concert. “I am so sorry Mr. Presley, I don’t even know what happened back there. I swear I--”
“I’m just surprised someone managed to pull away that much attention from me.” The corner of his mouth tilts upwards again. Okay--he genuinely doesn’t seem mad. “No need to apologize for keeping me humble, but if you’d like to make it up to me, I’d appreciate it if you told me how you managed that, Miss July.”
His easy going words paired with that half smile of his are enough to almost make me forget why I’m here. Almost. “Well, I should probably start off by letting you know my name’s not July. It’s Y/n L/n.” His expression still hints at just barely being amused. “That girl was just referencing the title of a song I--”
“So you’re a singer?”
The assumption feels false coming from someone like him. I fold my hands in front of me. “Trying to be, at least.”
“Considering the way people reacted out there, I’d say you’re doing a little more than just trying.”
The implied compliment warms my chest, but I’m here on a mission. “I’ve only released the one song.” My hands unclasp, falling uneasily at my sides. “That’s actually part of the reason I’m here. Well, at least the reason I’m backstage here, I wanted to come see your show before I’d even really written anything.” Shaking my head briefly, I take a settling breath. “I’m rambling, sorry, everyone at home’s always calling me out for it.” I try to force a polite laugh, but I think it comes out as more of a sigh. “I um--there’s kind of a long story about my label and my manager that I should probably preface what I’m about to say with, but I know you’re a busy man, so I’m just going to say that my manager sent me here to ask if you’d be willing to record a song with me.”
I feel myself deflate as the question comes out. My own words sound beyond childish and naive in my own ears. What could he possibly get from recording a song with me? One radio popular song is nothing compared to what he has. Even with all the controversy surrounding him, he can fill up any venue he books.
His silence forces me to hold my breath. “Like a duet?”
“If you’d be willing, but I realize who you are and the kinds of things you’re working on and Will, my manager, just insisted I give it some kind of chance, so I did.” I nod awkwardly, taking a step back. “I won’t take up anymore of your time, Mr. Presley. Thank you.”
My hand reaches for the door handle of the dressing room. This may be the most mortified I’ve ever felt. I’m never listening to Will again. From now on, business is business and performing is performing. He takes care of his end and I take care of mine.
“You gonna give me a chance to answer before runnin’ off on me?” His words come so suddenly I almost convince myself I imagined them.
I release the door handle. “Does that mean...you’re considering something?”
Elvis pauses, studying my expression. “It means I’m considering considering something.”
That’s more than I thought I’d get. “Really?”
“Anyone that can cause such a stir up with a single song’s worth consideration, Miss July.”
The fact that he called me that again makes something in my stomach flutter. “I really appreciate that, Mr. Presley.”
“If you wanna work together, you should get used to the idea of calling me by my first name.”
The invitation is coy, edged by his sharp blue eyes and something else I can’t distinguish. “You’re right. Thank you, Elvis.”
He smiles a little easier at that. “Now, I can’t promise anything, I’d need to talk to my manager and then depending on that he’d talk to yours and then they’d try to work out the legalities for both our sakes.”
“I owe you a thank you regardless. Thank you for not laughin’ me off and thank you for pulling me outta there when I didn’t know what to say.”
Elvis’s expression isn’t easy to read. “Like I said, no need to thank me.” He hesitates before searching the vanity for a spare scrap of paper and writing utensil. He finds an old receipt and a pen after a minute. “Just leave your contact information and then your manager’s.”
I barely manage to take the pen from him in order to give him what he needs. After that, I say a quick goodbye, not wanting to give him a chance to regret his actions, before leaving.
I close the door behind me when I leave. There are a million things I should probably be thinking about, but the only thing on my mind is getting back to Maisie and telling her everything.
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Narrator’s POV
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The Colonel and Elvis were back at it again, discussing how to turn anything into ‘snow’ in order to move Elvis’s career even further forward. After all, his ability to keep his audience entertained isn’t enough to combat large scale public opinion or keep him out of jail.
Though their conversation veered away from long term strategy in favor of discussing new merchandise and tour opportunities. Elvis even managed to bring up that girl, the one with the soft appearance that seemed like a magnet to everyone in her presence. He mumbled her request to The Colonel, expecting it to get brushed off.
It’s a shame in a sense, the girl, y/n, seemed as warm as the July from the title of her song. He liked the idea of having the excuse to reach out to her. He kept that receipt, tucked it into the pocket of his pants the second she left the dressing room.
“The girl--is she the same one that had all those people after her?” Elvis nodded, unsure about his manager’s interest. “Her manager told me she was coming. He didn’t give me any specifics. I wonder if that was planned or if he wanted to leave it up to us.”
Elvis sat up a little straighter. “Are you saying you think it’s a good idea?”
Tom Parker shrugged. “You know music and I know snow, and with you, that girl could be turned into a blizzard while she fixes our problems.”
“I’m not following.”
“I saw her in the newspaper. She wears knee length skirts and she smiles when she’s supposed to smile. She’s what America wants to love, you are what they do love. Paired together, America feels like they can love you.” Elvis drew his eyebrows together, still confused. “She could be the treatment your image needs.” The colonel stopped, playing through ideas in his head. “I need to make a call and I need you to trust me.”
Business Practical: chapter II
A/N can't believe people wanted to be tagged in this :))) thank you for the feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments are always super appreciated!
Series Summary: After the release of your hit single, you think that the rest of your career is set. Or at the very least, you’re guaranteed an easy release of your next album. Too bad your label thinks your record’s going to fail if you don’t find someone famous enough to record a duet with you. Fortunately for you, your squeaky clean, America’s newest sweetheart image is just the kind of thing Elvis needs around him to protect himself from his own controversy.
Chapter I
Chapter Summary: Y/n receives an unexpected phone call.
(this chapter is kind of short but the idea I have for chapter 3 is a lot of fun and i wanted it to be its own separate thing)
Y/n’s POV
The night of the Elvis concert, I came back with a strange thrill in my chest. I came home with the kind of foolishly optimistic excitement that you keep to yourself. The kind of excitement that you only let yourself revel in at night when you’re completely alone.
Everyone at home was on me the second I walked through the door. My mother wanted to know all about the business side of things (did he say yes? did he seem like someone you could work with?) and my sister wanted to know about Elvis (did he look like he does on the television? did you actually speak to him). Even my niece stayed up past her bedtime just so she could ask me what it was like.
I kept my answers brief and excitement level low. After all, nothing was guaranteed. It was a miracle Elvis even said he’d consider considering something. Even though the rational part of me knew that there was a high probability that he was just being polite, I couldn’t help but keep myself next to a phone at all times for the next three days. I intercepted every phone call I could, even though each time I answered and it wasn’t anyone important a little part of me began to lose hope.
Elvis was a long shot anyways. I should probably schedule a meeting with Will and see if there’s anything else we can do to appease my label. Maybe there’s a more attainable artist for me to work with or a certain type of song that they think will be successful.
Still, I’m not ready to deal with it all. I’ll call Will eventually, but if he was really worried about my deal with the label, he’d have called by now. I have some time before I freak out so I should just focus on things I can control. Like what I’m doing tonight. Maisie’s cousin, Rose, is in town and I haven’t seen her in forever and they’re expecting me over for dinner.
“Y/n!” My mom’s voice rings up from the stairwell.
Sighing, I push the bathroom door open without looking away from the mirror. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to make my hair work with me for the last fifteen minutes. I was supposed to be at Maisie’s house ten minutes ago. “Yes, mama?” Frowning, I stick another pin into my hair. “I can’t babysit tonight, Maisie’s expecting me for dinner!”
“No, it’s not that--it’s--” There’s a moment of long silence before she finally says, “Someone’s on the phone for you!”
My first assumption would be Maisie, but she practically expects me to be late and my mom would have just passed along her message. Maybe it’s Will, calling me to finally give me some sense of direction.
I exit the bathroom, walking down the short hall and into my bedroom. Sitting down on my bed, I pick up the extension that’s on my nightstand. “Hello?”
“Is that you, Miss July?”
Oh my god. He called. He actually called. I press the receiver into my chest, roll over, and quickly squeal into the nearest pillow I can grasp. Recovering in less than a second, I sit up. “Mama! I’ve got the phone, can you--”
“Already walked away from the living room extension!”
Thank goodness. The last thing I need is my mom monitoring this conversation. I’m surprised she hasn’t already scared him off. Lifting the phone to my ear I take a deep breath, “Y’know my name’s Y/n.”
“If I didn’t know it before, I certainly know it now.” I’m not sure I understand his words or the partial laugh that follows, but that’s okay, because it only takes him a moment to elaborate. “Your mama sure does like talking about you.”
I let myself cringe, grateful that he can’t see my expression. How long was my mom on the phone with him? What did she say? I wouldn’t put her past telling him a story about when I was little or something even worse. She knows about my sister and I staying up late on school nights to watch his live performances.
Adjusting my hold on the receiver, I suppress a groan, “Oh, I can feel all the damage that’s been done.”
He laughs a little more freely. “No damage. She’s nice and proud a’ you.” I’m not convinced. “She also told me an interesting story or two about you, your sister, and a few lates nights on my behalf.”
My face feels hot. “Of course she told you about that.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, I always love talking to my fans.”
I sigh, resting my back against the headboard of my bed. “Think I might reconsidering my position on that.”
“Wow, and here I was calling you to let you know I wanna record song with you only to find out you’re already over me. You’re breaking my heart.”
I nearly drop the receiver. “Hold on--you--you wanna record a song with me?”
“Don’t sound so surprised, I told you I’d consider considering it, and then that turned into considering it, and then thinkin’ about it, and now I’m calling you.”
I sit up a little more, placing my feet on the ground beneath me. “If I’m being honest, I thought you were just being polite.” Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I think through of all the things I could say. “You said you’d have to speak to your manager and that they’d speak to mine, and since mine didn’t call I really wasn’t expecting anything, especially not today.”
Oh, yeah--today. Maisie and her cousin are still waiting, but they’ll definitely excuse my lateness for this. “That’s on me, I wanted to be the one to tell you.” He clears his throat, “I um--there’s a lot of details to sort through, mainly artistic ones, so I figured we’d need to talk.”
I’m about to respond when I recognize a familiar, soft breathing. Rolling my eyes, I already feel my future embarrassment. “Maria, get off the phone.”
My niece’s breathing picks up. She’s weighing her options like she has any. “You’re on the phone with Elvis Presley!”
“Elvis, I’m so sorry, my niece knows she’s not supposed to listen in on other people’s conversations.” I sigh as I turn my attention back to Maria. “Maria Anne, Get off the phone before I tell your mama you’ve been eavesdropping again.”
“But Auntie,” she whines.
This is the first time I’ve ever wanted my sister to actually follow through on punishing her. She’s a good kid, but has absolutely no concept on boundaries. “Your name’s Maria?” My niece’s name feels strange coming from him.
Maria enthusiastically replies, “Yes.”
“Well, Maria, I’m Elvis,” He pauses long enough for both of us to hear Maria’s poorly concealed squeal. “If you listen to your Auntie and let us talk a little business, I promise I’ll meet you real soon.”
“Really?” She gasps. “Alright. Goodnight Auntie, goodnight Elvis.” Maria practically giggles her name before I hear her leave the line.
I laugh softly when I’m sure she’s gone. “Sorry about her, she’s a sweet kid, she’s just going through a phase where she thinks she’s all grown up and doesn’t want to listen to anyone.”
“No need to apologize, she seems like a cute kid.” He’s quick to clear his throat. “So, about discussing things, I’m in town for a few days, takin’ a bit of a break.” He stalls as he says that. I wonder if he’s thinking about the papers and the accusations. That kind of controversy must take a toll on a person. “You doing anything tonight?” My mind briefly flits to Maisie and Rose. “I was gonna meet some friends somewhere familiar in hopes of working through some things.”
I know what mama would say if I asked her if I could go meet Elvis and his friends this late in the afternoon. The sun’s practically set, I’d have a better chance at being excused from Sunday service. My mama cares about my career more than practically anything, but she’d insist I reschedule somewhere professional. She’d insist that there’s a way to do things like this in order to make sure I don’t seem like one of the ‘easy looking’ girls she can’t. help but subtly point out on occasion in public.
She may be accepting of Elvis in the sense that she understands his appeal and respects his level of success, but she doesn’t want me to be exactly like him. As the world has proven, it’s not marketable and it’s not socially acceptable. I’m not sure which fact would bother my mother more.
She’d also tell me all the stories of young girls who believed themselves to be women and so they went out with men, not letting anyone know where they are. Good things rarely happen to those girls.
“Somewhere familiar?”
“It’s a good place for music,” he says, “I can pick you up if you’d like.”
The offer hangs there for a long second. Out of all the facts to consider, I can’t help but think about Maisie. She’s never once stood me up, especially for a guy, but I can practically hear her in my head. Don’t play it so safe you keep yourself out of the game. Don’t waste this opportunity.
“You have some friends coming?”
“Just a few familiar faces, nothing you should be nervous about.”
That makes sense. He’s back home, of course he’d have some friends he wants an excuse to meet up with. “Actually, I was wondering if you’d mind if I brought some friends.”
“Anything you want, Miss July.”
“I’ll give you the address.”
I resite Maisie’s address into the receiver. After a moment he tells me he’d be by in about 30 minutes. I’m not sure it’s possible for my plan to work in work in 30 minutes, but I guess it’s going to have to. After he hangs up, I rush into my sister’s room.
Thankfully, Maria’s bedtime isn’t for a little while. She’s still in the living room, which means my sister and I can talk freely. “Wanda!”
She looks away from the book she’s reading. “Yeah?”
“Mama’s leaving to visit her Uncle James tonight right? And she has to leave around 8:00 to make her flight?” Wanda nods, unsure about my sudden interest in our mother’s travel plans. She planned this brief trip about a week ago after Great Uncle James had heart surgery. He’s fine, but she’s using the last of her vacation days to be with him and make sure everything’s running the way it’s supposed to be. “Okay, well, I need you to help me find something to wear.”
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guys i was so close to being done with chapter 3 of business practical and it was SO LONG but then tumblr glitched and erased all my progress 😭 like PAGES of content deleted !! making this update so i don’t cry about it tbh
but...i also have two different smutty (i can write smut like twice a year bc i feel so awkward doing it bc in person i’ve barely looked at a man😭) elvis fics sitting in my drafts that are closer to done so one of them might be out first
i thought i’d give you the summaries of the two separate smutty drafts just so yall know what i’ve been working on and to let me know if you wanna be tagged in anything lol
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- Draft one: Vegas! Elvis x Makeup artists! younger (but of consenting age)! reader
The reader is confused about her relationship with Elvis because he’s always treating her like a girlfriend or like one of the girls he keeps on rotation even though they’ve never done anything super sexual because reader takes that super seriously and she’s scared of falling in love with him (she basically is already 😭) because with the way he’s taking care of himself, he’s not going to be around for long. After finally snapping and telling him that she’s worried about him, Elvis gets a lot closer to her. After two weeks of them basically acting like a newly wed couple, Elvis is forced to take drastic measures bc reader has lowkey been ‘innocently’ teasing him
- Draft two: Vegas! Elvis x younger (but of consenting age)! reader
you guys know that song that goes ‘i need him like water, he thinks that i’m alright’ well IT REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF HIM so i made a fic inspired by it but with a happier vibe/ending where it’s just about the reader having an insecure moment after Elvis is a tiny bit toxic (let’s face it, he would be lmao) and she thinks that he’s not going to care about her feelings because it doesn’t make sense for them to be together in any capacity, but once he notices, there’s like an angry ‘i love you’ confession and the reader is like ‘shut up, ik i just broke every casual hookup rule bc of this mental breakdown, you don’t have to pretend’ and that just makes him more mad and then he’s like do i need to fck u into understanding that i’m in love with u?? bc i will
Little mama
Warning; infidelity, Grammar errors, breeding kink, daddy kink, creampie, pussy slapping and degrading kink, manhandling. Unprotected sex (guys wrap it before taping it) Just filth you know how it is. This is my first time writing so please give me feedback and please if I forgot something, do tell me. Anyways onto it. Audience for 18+ and older.
Part 2.
The first time you met Elvis was when you were pick up empty drinks from the tables during his every first show at international hotel. He was in the middle of singing 'Love me tender' before he jump off stage and kisseing every women close to him. Someone had pushed you to get to Elvis well it happened quite the opposite, you run right into his chest
" l-l'm so sorry sir i-" you cut yourself when you saw his stare; it was like the world stoped. He started leaning closer so close you could feel his breath against your lip and your eyes almost fluttering closed before another woman pull Elvis to her and kissing him like her life depending on it. Taking it as your cue to leave. You speed walked; more like running and heart beating so fast. You never forget that day after even a year and a half ago.
After that day Elvis had called your manager and said he wanted you as his personal server.
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As always you waited backstage for Elvis to be done. not that you mind such a thing oh no, watch him was like a blessing seeing how much he loved to sing and being himself upon that stage. You smiled as he joked with the audience before performing his last song for the night. When the golden curtains finally touched the ground Elvis stood up, breathing heavily as someone from his Memphis Mafia threw him a towel to wipe his face and he did so while walking straight to you.
'Damn it.' You cursed at your beating heart 'must you always do this with him close?! ' "Darlin?" Elvis chuckled as he pulled you from your thoughts "Yes?" You reply trying to seem calm "Meet me my suite in a minute" Elvis said smiling at you before heading to his dressing room. Finally after waiting you enter the elevator trying hard to remember to breath; nerves biting at your body. You let out a relieved sigh at hearing the ding alerting that you reached his floor 'God I hate elevators' you thought stepping out into his suite.
You looked around a little before you notice Elvis; seating on the couch, head leaned back and eyes closed. Almost alike he sense you were there,Elvis turned his head towards your direction and those ocean eyes meet your gaze. He smiles "c'mere lil darlin'" he said softly in that beautiful southern drawl of his and patted the spot next to him, walking almost in a trance you round the couch to find him what it appears to be only in a robe and suddenly a feeling of heat rushed to your core.
Elvis watched as you nervously sat next him and looking at anywhere besides him, Elvis put a ringed cladded hand under your chin and gently turns your head towards him. He smirked as you finally look at him "sugar I call ya up here to confess somethin'" he said his thumb slightly rubbing your chin, his gaze zoned on your lips. " since I met you, I can't seem to get ya out of my head. Look 'm gonna be straight with ya, I want you and I want to love on you. Whatcha said baby" he whispered almost afraid to scared you away eventually his eyes meet yours it was like you couldn't say no looking into those hypnotic icy blues but part of you knew it was wrong, this was wrong.
" What about Priscilla? " you say looking at him "I know you feel somethin' too..jus let me love ya" that was it. You couldn't say no, you didn't want to say no. before your mind can think about a reply your body made one for you. You kissed Elvis. The kiss soon turned passionate Elvis's tongue licked and swirled around your tongue; exploring your mouth.
"Bed." He growled making your already wet underwear into a pool when he let go of the hold he had on your chin you shot up like something burned you and headed to his bedroom. You knew the way because he'd order breakfast in bed some mornings when he particularly was in a good mood. Reaching said room you look around, having not really pay attention when you served his breakfast 'beautiful..: you thought while you sat on the amazing soft lage bed not long after you Elvis walked in hands working to untie the knot on his robe
'I'm really gonna do this?' The robe fall off his shoulders and pooled around his feet and any thoughts you had before vanished. You were right..nothing was under that, your eyes look at that part of him 'h-how is that gonna fit!' He had to be at least 7inches and quite wide, his tip red and leaking pre-cum there was a little bit of pubic hair but it was groomed and his balls heavy with cum that he was happy to give.
Seeing this made you hurry and take off everything. you didn't care if it can't, you'll make fit. You panted slightly in desperation; you wanted him- no need him. You both stare at each other in unbearable silence his hooded lustful gaze locked on to your desperate one before he moved to get on the bed and between your parted legs. He kissed you with so much passion it dazed you. Running his right hand down your pump body he had found what he wanted; your clit, he didn't hold back using three of his fingers he rubbed figure eights on your poor button of nerves. "F-fuck." you whimpered as Elvis started sucking on your neck.
He did this for what felt like hours before he slid two of his fingers into you thrusting them as hard as he can. You silently gasped as he ripped his digits away " Need to be in ya mama" he said while slowly running his dick up and down your folds, teasing the opening to your pussy "p-pleas-" not even letting you said the whole word out he slammed his cock inside hitting your soon to be sore cervix. You both groaned at the feeling. He slowly started to thrust "Fuck. Such a pretty cockslut for me" Elvis grunted as he puts your legs close to your head, manhandling you in mating press. It wasn't long before he was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow by this time you couldn't barely speak from the pleasure of being fucked by Elvis Presley.
Letting go of your leg and putting it on his shoulder his fingers found your clit once again. " T-too much! Gonna-" you cried out as your ball of pleasure was close to snapping "Do it lil mama, cover Daddy's cock with your cum" he growled as he slap your pussy, driving you over the edge. You loud moans turn into whimpers as your hips stutter as you came down from the high.
Elvis didn't stop no. He had a mission. "That's it sugar! 'M gonna fill ya up, make ya a mama! Be so p-pretty carryin' my babies..wanna see ya big with me!" Elvis grunted the southern accent thick as he thrusted one last time, he filled you with his cum while panting and sweating like he ran a marathon. "Goddamn..ya alright darlin'?" All you could do was nod, eyes barley open and lazy, blessed out smile on your face 'I wouldn't mind carrying his baby' you couldn't help but think happily.
Elvis smiled before reluctantly pulled out. He placing a sweet kiss on your lips as he got up to get a towel to clean you both up. "Goodnight lil mama" Elvis whispered.
I-i..... I need air...
Payback
Austin!Elvis x fem!reader
Summary: You and Elvis despise one another, and when you get the opportunity to embarrass him during a business meeting, you can't help but take it.
Warnings: everything- smut, swearing, oral (m. recieving), 18+ only plz
word count: 2k
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“Are you fucking kidding me right now” Elvis screamed at you as he paced around his hotel room at the International. “Fuck, Elvis what do you want me to say! I’m looking at your accounts and the money that’s coming in can’t compensate for how much you’re all spending” you reply.
Elvis had hired you as his financial advisor a few months ago, and you worked tirelessly to clean up the financial mess he and his family had gotten themselves in. You and Elvis had come to despise each other- he was a stubborn asshole that wouldn’t follow the budgets you set for him, and you were sick of having to deal with a hillbilly with a god complex.
Today you woke up to a beautiful charge on his account for a new carpet on his plane, but of course, Mr.Presley is always right. “Jesus woman what do you want from me” he exclaimed, slamming his drink on his large oak desk and sitting down behind it. You walk up to his desk and slam the bills down on it “why did you hire me in the first place then huh? If you had no intention of following a single fucking thing I say”. You say, shoving the papers in his direction. He picks them up and looks at them, rubbing his temples as he sighs, defeated. “Fuck look I'll talk to Jimmy about this ok?” You take a deep breath, lifting his drink from the table and taking a long drink from it. You feel his eyes on you as you drink the amber liquid, enjoying the burn as it goes down your throat, leaving your insides warm. “I’m on your side here Elvis” you explain, putting the drink down. “If you don’t listen to me, the only person you’re hurting is yourself”.
He gets up from his desk and walks slowly around to you. His eyes are burning into yours as he makes his way around to you, standing so close you can smell his cologne. You feel your heart beat out of your chest, doing everything in your power to be calm. You hate this man, why is your body betraying you? He lowers his mouth down to your ear, feeling his lips brush your skin, and he whispers “you sure think mighty highly of yourself don’t ya darlin'?” You feel your blood boil as you step closer to him, bringing your lips so close to his that you can feel his breath on you. looking him directly in his eyes you smirk, whispering “you may sing pretty Mr.Presley, but you don’t know the first thing about economics- and your bank statements show it”. He sneers at you and you step away from him, going back to his desk to collect the statements.
He comes around and sits on his chair again. He goes to pick up one of the statements, sitting back with it in his hand, taking a big swig of his drink as he looks at you with a defying smirk. “Give it” you say harshly, stretching out your hand. “No” he says, feigning boredom as pretends to read over the statement. You roll your eyes and walk around his desk to pull the paper from his hand “can you stop acting like a five year old for two seconds?” You sigh exasperated as you two both grip the piece of paper back and forth. The battle goes on for a while until he pulls too hard and causes you to drop all of your papers on the floor, falling all around and under his desk. He has the audacity to sit there in his chair with a smug expression as you crawl around picking up the papers. “I fucking hate you” you mumble as you get them all. “The feeling is mutual sweetheart” he says between sips of his drink.
You are about to reach for the last paper that was under his desk as you hear the door-handle turning to his room. He turns his chair to you and whispers “get up”. You crawl deeper into his desk and whisper back “I can’t what if they see me getting up from under your desk”. He’s about to bite back when the you hear his door opening and hear voices. Elvis sits further down on his chair, “come on in and have a seat gentlemen” you hear him say. The only voice you recognize is the colonels, and after listening to the conversation go on for a minute, you realize it’s just a boring meeting between them and the hotel owners.
At least 10 minutes have passed and your legs are getting numb from having them tucked under you. Elvis of course has both of his legs comfortably spread out, leaving you no room to move around. You harshly push one of his legs away from you to allow more space for you to stretch your legs, but in turn he returns the favor by giving you a light kick, spreading his legs again. Against your better judgement you decide to crawl to the center of the desk, as its the only place you can have some space. You stupidly didn’t consider that this new position would have you staring straight at his crotch- too late now. You can still hear their conversation going on, and it doesn’t seem like its gonna end anytime soon. Elvis noticed your change of position, and decides to piss you off by scooting his chair closer into the desk, once again leaving you with no space. You have each one of his thighs on either side of you, and you have a perfect view of his member straining against his pants. You could see the outline of his dick, and you couldn’t help but notice that it looked gigantic.
In that moment you had an idea. Never in hell would you actually put your mouth on him, but it would be fun to tease and distract the “king” during his business meeting with his employers. You repositioned yourself so that you were closer to him, and lightly traced your finger from his calf, all the way up to his inner thigh. You heard him stumble over his words, and smirked to yourself- its working. You laid your cheek on one of his thighs, lightly rubbing up and down on it, while still tracing patters on his other thigh. He opened legs a little bit more, and you looked forward to the outline of his cock, bigger and harder than a few minutes ago. You smirked to yourself as you lifted your finger to trace the outline, and you felt heat rush to your core, cursing yourself for letting this have an effect on you. You’re just teasing him, embarrassing him as payback. Nothing more. You traced him with more confidence now, using your full hand to rub at his length. You felt him cover up a moan with a cough, and smirked, bringing your lips to his covered length and peppering it with kisses. You rub your thighs together trying to release some pressure, and you find yourself needing to be closer to him. You rub your face confidently on his crotch, loving the feel of his leather pants on your skin.
You promise yourself that you’re not actually gonna touch him, just leave him a horny mess. His voice still sounds way too stable, so you reach up and undo his zipper. He then lightly lifts his butt up from the chair, pretending to show the men some papers, allowing you time to pull his pants down. Poor thing he actually thinks he’s gonna get sucked.
He sits back down and you go back to work, rubbing him through his boxers. You bring your face close to him, peppering kisses on his dick and fondling his balls. You take a big whiff of his covered dick and you’re intoxicated with the smell of him. There’s a wet spot on his covered tip and you lick it. You’re not thinking clearly anymore when you reach in and pull his dick and his balls out of his boxers. He’s so big it slaps you in the face. You remind yourself that this has gone much further than you intended, but you don’t care when you have such a perfect cock mere inches away from your mouth. His dick is red and veiny and so very hard. You take his head in your mouth and have to stop yourself from moaning. He tastes so good and stretches your mouth out so nice. You take him further into your mouth, sucking him harshly as you go down. You hear his speech becoming more breathy and disoriented the more you suck, but in all honestly you hoped he wouldn’t stop you from what you were doing. You were enjoying yourself far too much. You resist the urge to touch yourself, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from moaning.
You decide to give his cock a break and move onto his balls, you spit on your hand and jerk him off as you alternate between sucking his balls into your mouth. They feel so pillowy and soft, you couldn’t wait to drain them and feel his babies down your throat. You continue sucking him, loving the smell of his junk as your face presses into his pubic bone. After a few minutes of making love to his balls you pop them out of your mouth to give his dick some much needed attention. You feel his hand sneak under the desk twisting in your hair, silently begging you to go deeper. You could never deny him, so you relax your throat and take him all the way down. That’s where you stay for a while, savoring the feeling of his head kissing your throat. You hear a man ask Elvis if he’s okay, and he tells the men that he is feeling under the weather and that he would like to reschedule the meeting. You only take that as encouragement rub your face on him, and then back off a bit to go back to bopping up and down. You suck him like your life depended on it, never wanting this to end but also desperately needing his cum. You lift your hand to fondle his balls, and suck him harder and faster than ever, feeling him tense up. You then bring his head to your tongue, wanting to taste all of him. You feel the first rope of cum hit your tongue and you can’t hold back your moan. He tastes so good and you know you’re addicted. You swallow it and feel him slide down your throat, only to be met with more and more ropes of cum, feeling his balls get lighter by the second. After what seems like minutes of nonstop cum-shots, he finally removes himself from your mouth, pushing his chair back to look at you- apparently the men had left.
You look at him through your eyelashes and open up your mouth, showing him all his milk that was still in there. You slosh it around, gargle it, and try to blow a bubble with it. Some drips on your chin but you pick it up and shove it back in your mouth. He looks at you through hooded eyes and says “for someone who seems to hate me you’re sure havin’ a lot of fun with my cum aren’t ya mama”. You nod as you finally swallow it, loudly moaning as it goes down your throat- feeling full with his babies in your tummy. He sneers as he lifts you off the floor and places you on his lap. “You think this is funny whore? Suckin’ my soul like that while I’m in a business meetin’, tryna make a fool out of me”. You lick your lips and look at him innocently “I have no idea what you’re talking about”. He laughs darkly as he grabs you by your hair, lifting you off of him and slamming you down on the desk. He lowers himself down so he’s flush against your back, whispering against your ear “you knew exactly what you were doing you little cockslut, and now you’re gonna pay”.
"o-oh my god"
Lovely in Lingerie
Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader
OMG thank you all so much for the love on my last post!! I was not expecting that at all! I was working on this when I was writing that one as well, but I’ll try to write a part two if some of y’all want…😏
Summary: You decide to try on some sets of lingerie early in the morning.
Word Count: 2K, a bit of a short blurb.
Rating: E (Explicit) Not too much though, just a little bit. Minors, away please.
Warnings: Nothing too bad, just harmless smut. Or if anything, slight voyeurism.
Let’s dive in, shall we?
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Oh my god thats so good i just-Im crying🥺✨
But my god... 🤤
Break me😩
Just Waiting
Elvis x brat!reader
Warnings: smut (bye-bye minors), dacryphilia if you squint, spanking (a lot of it), Jealousy, implied age gap, dom/sub dynamic, Bulging. If I missed anything lmk.
SDE OWNS MY ASS
Word count: 1.8k
“You here all by yourself?” the concentration I’d had on my glass of ice water, is broken. I look up to see a waiter not much older than myself offering me a smile.
“I guess you could say that,” I pause. “I’m waiting for someone.” Which wasn’t a lie, I’d been waiting for my boyfriend, Elvis, to finish his performance. Which despite being one of the most amazing things you’ve ever witnessed, was growing to be mundane. Every day I sat in the same booth, in the same row, in the same hotel, ordered the same meal (which was my choice, so there’s really no room to complain there), and watched as women fawned over my boyfriend. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough to watch him stick his tongue down their throats. The only thing new was this waiter.
“Well, if you asked me there’s no reason why a pretty lady such as yourself, should be left waiting.” He says topping off my glass of water.
“Can’t say I disagree with you,” I glance at his nametag. “Tony.”
“M-my shift ends, when the show does, and it’s gonna wrap up soon.” I look up at the stage, making eye contact with a not-so-pleased Elvis, who is making his closing remarks. “We can grab a drink if you’d like, it might cheer you up a bit.”
I open my mouth to respond, but I’m interrupted by the frightened look on the boy’s face. I briefly whip my head around, to see Elvis, dripping with sweat, making his way to my table. “ Don’t stress yourself out worrying about that old man,” I say turning back to face Tony, who’s already beginning to make his way out of the situation.
“What exactly, do y’think your doing little lady?” I feel my boyfriend’s tight grip on my waist.
“Trying to get a drink,” I state trying to wiggle my way out of his grip. “Without you.” I finish, crossing my arms and giving up on flailing out of his hands in the process.
I hear him sigh “I take my eyes off of you, for what, an hour or so?” I feel his grip tighten around my waist. “And you start flirting with the first boy you see.”
“I wasn’t flirting, I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to talk to boys my age.” And with that he picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder, slapping my ass in the process. “You’re sweaty and gross, put me down” I half-assed protested, not really wanting to walk.
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i really hope u do male reader as well because i really wanna request elvis presley x male reader where elvis sees reader and his awakening starts immediately, and he cant help but try to get u in private to admit
THANK YOU and still even if u dont do this, thank you 🙏🙏🙏
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Hi! Of course i can! I never done one before but i Will try it! And Im sorry but im stupid asf what do you mean by "his awakening start immediately" Im sorry! 😭❤️🌼
“daddy can you please pass the salt” with Elvis and ur dad LMFAOOOO
OMG YES!😂😳 I love it!
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You were at your parents's house because they had invited you to have dinner with them to know your boyfriend.
The time was passing well, you had a small talk with Elvis, it was Fun, it was your dad that was like questioning everything to Elvis, like "what do you want to do in the future?" "what is your current job?" and other question like this, your mother was smiling and talk a little too, obviously Elvis was super polite and always answer the questions with a little smile on his face.
After a while you were now almost finish and at some point you wanted to eat a salad but you couldnt find the salt, you then ask involuntarily..
"Daddy can you please pass me the salt?" after that, "yes sugar" "yes honey" they respond at the same time and moves their hands to grab the salt, the action was so fast that they didn't hear each other, your dad's hand grabs it first and then he looked over Elvis with a dead stare and Elvis was now freezed, you then look up from your plate and look at the situation that obviously you didn't expect, you blush.
"e-ehm..." Elvis clear his troath and moves away his hand, a little pink appears on his cheeks and he continues to eat his plate obviously embarassed, your dad was still staring at him then looks at you with a forced smile, you took the salt and thank him with a little voice, how awkward... Your mom was now looking at both of you and smile a little, your dad hum and put his hand on his nose, probably controlling himslef, you could feel the tension in the air....you were staring at your plate and you were sure as hell you wanted to disappear from there.
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If I was in that situation I would have already died inside! JESUS HOW EMBARASSING! 😂
Well i love taking request like this so keep going!
Tell me what you want me to write and i will, obviously i'll try my best to post soon as i can,so dont worry!
Elvis x male reader!
Requested: @mothshabby
Warnings: fluffy, some tease, kisses
So i never wrote a story with a male reader so i hope this will be good enough!
Tell me if you want something else or if i did some errors ✨
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Another Elvis show was about to start, people were sitting at their tables, you had just taken the best seat of all, you were right in front of the front row of the stage, and you were also the closest compared to the others, you sit down and meanwhile to wait the waiters come to ask if you wanted something, you have already eaten at home so you were full, after like 5 minutes the Lights went out and the spotlight pointed directly to the center of the stage, you were all fire, you never went at a concert before especially not that of ELVIS PRESLEY.
You were lucky to find the last 5 tickets, one of them was given to you by one of your friend because he couldn't go there anymore for some problems, but after you took it you could feel your hands trembling.
You have to admit that he was very handsome and a very good looking, it was perfect! you couldn't deny the reason why the girls always went after him, and it was the only singer that you had a "little" crush on...
Then the presentetor announced:" Girls, ladies, boys and gentleman thank you for coming tonight, an amazing show is waiting for you! And now without take any more time Im happy to announce you all.... The King of rock'n'roll!... Elvis Presley!" you were excited you couldn't believe, all the people that were there were screaming and clapping their hands like animals!
Obviously there were some groups of fan girls all over the edge of the stage, fortunately there was a little space and you jump off your sit to put it in there, you couldn't believe it yet, it was all amazing! The excitment that you were feeling all the emotions and the atmosphere it was amazing! And all of a sudden you see him.... Walking on the stage with his unique style, he was wearing a Black suit with a Black fular, my god you could feel the fire that was growing inside you, it was ALL different in person, you were always used to see him on tv so it was spectacular.
He walk in the centre and than wave at all of you and a smirk grows on his face and you hear all the crowd scream from excitment, you were smiling like a little baby,and then he start singing "heartbreak hotel" you knew that Song for the radio,so he started and you were like smiling with 80 teeth lips that goes ear to ear.
Well, since my baby left me, Well, I found a new place to dwell...
Well it's down at the end of Lonely Street at, Heartbreak Hotel, Where I'll be, I'll be so lonely, baby...
He was moving his hips like it was the last thing he have to do, and after he hear what he did at the crowd he smirk and continue his song, with the smirk you were dead, he was so fascinating and well.... The wiggle thing was... Something...
You were enjoying the show, at some point you didn't notice but you were staring at his eyes now, all you could care wasn't the The kicks and pushes of the girls in heat , but his eyes, his blue shiny eyes that were now glittering you dont know how with the spotlight, it was like looking in to a god's eyes... But... At some point you were push out of your thoughts for the move that his hips made towards you.
Now, the bellhop's tears keep flowin', and the desk clerk's dressed in black..
The hip trust made you wake up and jump a little,obviously the girls were screaming and your ear were calling for help, suddenly his eyes met yours... You screamed internally in that moment, Elvis was looking directly at you and your face became all red, you could feel his stare, you dont know why but after that he then return to his song but you noticed that he always took a look at you and some move was always towards you.
After the show finish you make your way to the table and all the girls were still there to try to touch his legs and....other things but anyway..the presentetor shows up and Elvis make a bowed for everyone and there were applause and whistles, some even threw roses at him, but the thing that shocked you the most that made you heat up was that Elvis after he waved at everybody he than smirk and Wink at you.... You were now like freezeing in the spot.
After 5 minutes all the girls were there talking about how it was amazing and etc... But you were at your table staring at nothing, you didn't know what happened but it wasn't true... Elvis could never look at you, it was maybe something to be nice to his fan... You were happy, excited and well... Something more that only you could feel.
At some point you were ready to leave that your friend was so gentle to drive you home after the show but after you walked out the palace you felt strange like someone was watching you, after a while you walked down the street to wait for your friend but you couldn't find him so you just sigh and start waiting in a corner of a house.
Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder you turn around and your face was sure as hell now as looking like a tomato.... In front of you there was this great and handsome guy with a great pompadour and a smirk that was the one that could melt even rocks... You were shocked, in front of you there was Elvis Presley, it was so much taller than you so you had to turn up your neck to look him in the face, but in that moment you couldn't think properly...
"ehy littl' boy, what are you doing all alone? You're waiting for someone?" he asked with his famous grin in his face, you couldn't even think about a answer you were just staring and blushing, he noticed your red cheeks and start biting his lips in that moment you were feeling butterflyes and chills down your spine " honey i dont bite" he said joking around watching you "h-hey like hi-Mr Presley Im fine thanks i was-" he cut you off "Elvis honey, you can call me Elvis" he said and winked at you, you were burning inside "oh-o okey... Elvis" you said and stare now at his shoulders, my god his outfit was making you crazy, he was stunning in all black and obviously he noticed that you were staring at his outfit "you like my suit?" he said "y-yeah you look amazing in This" you answered "if you're not busy i can ride you home, is that okey?" he asked waiting for an answer.
You were having a Battle inside of you like why would he even think about talking with one like you? or even is this really happening? To me? Am i real? Jesus help me! The only thing you did was stare at him and answer with an enerigic "YES" it was too enerigic and you then clear your troath and look away in embarassement, he chuckle at your reaction, it wasn't too late, there were still the sun in the Sky.
Before you could think about something he cut you off your thoughts and speak "before we go i want to show you something, i saw the way you were acting for the show so i think you might like it" you didn't know what to say, it was really too much but you couldn't deny and obviously you were curious about what he was talking.
He took his hand and place it on your back and guide you in his Dressing room, you notice that every step you were taking more his hand was now falling down slowly Almost touching your ass. You arrived in front of his door and he opened it for you, he make a gentle move to make you pass first, you thank him and walk in, after you were looking like a little Child you were so excited to be in there, youre eyes were shining, looking all his object and suits, he was smiling at your reaction and then you speak out "so.. Elvis.. What you wanted to show me?" you asked and before you could turn around you hit the wall behind you and there was, Elvis that was now 2 inch away from your face, you could feel his breath on your face, his hands were Next to your head holding himself on the wall, he had trapped you... You didn't mind tho..
"Elvis...? What are you doing?" you asked a little scared "oh honey dont you see?..you are so beautiful.." he said with his famous smirk, you were now blushing so hard that you could melt in front of him.
You dont know why but you were a little confuse because you always see him with girls all around and you didn't expect this to happen, your face now was a little concern , he notice your change of mood so he asked "the cat eat your tounge?" and you then respond "n-no is that you know... I dont know whats happening is like jesus... You always out there with girls all around you and you are always with them i-i dont know if This is r-" he cut you off with a kiss, your eyes wide in shock, he start touching you with one hand behind your neck and with the other on your hip, he pulled you close and your hands were now on his shoulder...He kissed you with so much passion and lust, he was eating you out you let out a little moan and he groan at your response, he then put his tounge on your lips to ask permission and you open your mouth to let him in, he didn't esitate and with a move his tounge was now dancing with yours, he let go after a while for air and look at you with a smile "if i was really in to girls would i ever do this?" he looks at you and smirk "you're right.."you said and looked away for the tension of his eyes, he the chuckle for your reaction, grabs your chin with his hand forcing you to look at him" don't worry honey Im not going to hurt ya'" you nod and in one second you were now pulled down in his sofà, you let out a little "woah!", you looked up at him and all you could see now were his eyes that weren't anymore the shiny blue that you saw on the stage, they were Black full with lust, you were feeling all excited, you couldn't believe it yet, Elvis Presley, was with you and he was in to you... Crazy... You couldn't think properly in that moment.
"so..." he started staring at your little form, you look up at him Red like a tomato but feeling the desire..."you want to do something about this honey...?" he finished and you noticed his erection from his pants.... You were staring at his bone and he notice and giggle a bit, he start unlock his belt and now his pants were on the floor, his underwear were not helping his form.
"take off your clothes honey..." he said smirking at you....
TO BE CONTINUED
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AAAHHH i didn't finish it but i hope its good! I never done one before so if you want the continue i Will finish this dont worry!❤️✨
Tell if something is wrong or you dont like it.
when i write I tend to put a lot of details, I don't know why but I try to imagine the scene in my head so when I write I tend to do the same thing to try to identify the person in the story as much as possible😅
i really hope u do male reader as well because i really wanna request elvis presley x male reader where elvis sees reader and his awakening starts immediately, and he cant help but try to get u in private to admit
THANK YOU and still even if u dont do this, thank you 🙏🙏🙏
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Hi! Of course i can! I never done one before but i Will try it! And Im sorry but im stupid asf what do you mean by "his awakening start immediately" Im sorry! 😭❤️🌼
I LOVE IT! ❤️❤️✨✨🦋🦋
Just Let Me Adore You.
[ you can't watch what their doing to him any more. He's overworked. Exhausted, and pumped full of pills to keep awake. ]
TW: mention of drug use, vomiting, blood, mild sexual content.
Elvis/YN, or Austin!Elvis/YN if preferred
"Where is he?"
Your voice is sharp, demanding, and Vernon looks fearful almost as he takes a small step behind the colonel.
"Don't get all twisted up, sweetness. He's resting, was a big show tonight."
You didn't think you could hate anyone quite as much as you hated the man in front of you. From the minute he stepped into the picture, he only had one intention: bleed Elvis dry for everything he had.
It didn't matter how much you tried to warn him. Elvis saw him as a second father figure of sorts, and refused to say a bad word about the old bastard.
You had no such qualms.
"I want to see him, you twisted monster," you spat, glare hardening.
The ridiculous show schedule they had him on was taking its toll. Tonight more than ever. He looked awful up there, even if he did sing and perform just as perfect as ever, but even that made your chest ache. He would kill himself before he would let down his fans. You could see it backstage, between songs, where he would all but stumble to the waiting chair, letting them slip him pills and needles and shoving his face in ice water until he was gasping for breath, hurriedly reapplying his eyeliner before the next song.
He was dead on his feet. A puppet on strings doing everything he was told, consequences be damned.
"Now listen to me-"
"Let her in," that was Vernon's tired voice cutting in, avoiding your face, but you could see the guilt there anyway. "She might be able to settle him down," he continued, even softer, and you felt your concern grow worse.
Parker huffed, muttering something incoherent but stepping aside away from the door to the penthouse. You kept your posture tall, giving him a brief nod before pushing past and locking the door behind you.
There was silence for a few moments, and then a half moan, half sob. It was unmistakably him.
You followed the noise to the bathroom, and found your lover on the floor covered in vomit, sobbing dejectedly over the bathtub.
"Elvis, sweetheart," you gasp, dropping to your knees. He recoils almost, curling in on himself miserably.
"You need to go, mama. Can't- Can't be having you 'round when I'm like this," he moaned, burying his face away in his legs.
"No, baby. This is exactly the times I should be around," you say, moving close enough to wrap your arms around him. His reaction is almost automatic, even if he does try to fight it. His arms curl desperately around your waist, face buried in your chest as he cries, begs for unnecessary forgiveness.
"Hate myself, baby. I'm- I can't- I need to let you go, mama. You need'a run. Run far a'ay, you hear me?"
You shook your head, rocking him and pressing kisses to his damp hair, running your fingers over his back.
"Don't say those things. Please, Elvis. Don't say those things. You're amazing, baby. You did so well up there tonight," you knew it was what he needed, ultimately. He was so terrified of failing, of disappointing those flocks of people who scream and cry for him, as if he ever even could. You were convinced he could sit and talk for a few minutes about the blandest topic in the world and they would still go wild.
It was his greatest fear. That's why he let them fill him with drugs and take half his money. Consequences be damned, as long as he was making the people happy.
He all but mewled against you at the praise, slumping further into your warmth, mumbling a broken "you rea'ly think so?"
It shattered your heart, and you nodded, kissing his forehead.
"So good baby, but you need to rest now, for a little while. Till you're all nice and better, sweetheart."
Predictably, he shook his head, although anything he planned on saying was cut off with a harsh gag, and he was pulling away from you quickly to cough up a sickly mix of bile and blood over the tile floor.
He was pale, skin clammy, and while you winced in sympathy you couldn't help but be slightly relieved at the ejection of those horrible pills from his body.
He was apologising again, words slurred and body wracked by violent shakes.
"'Nother show, a-at t-ten. Colonel said demand was enough for it, I'm gettin' two shows a night," he sounded proud, despite being half dead on the floor like a weakened animal, eyes half shut and muscles tense, twitching incessantly.
"No," you spoke firm, leaving absolutely zero wiggle room for compromise, "you can't go back out there tonight. A few nights, maybe even a few weeks. You're going to kill yourself," it was brutal, perhaps a little harsh, but what else could you do? How else would he ever come to accept how bad the situation was, if not even one person in his life could be honest?
"If it's how I go, it's how I go."
Anger fluttered in your stomach, and you pulled him up to sit against the wall, sitting directly in front of him, hands clamped on his shoulders. You watched his eyes drift and struggle to focus on your face despite the close proximity.
"Don't you dare! What about Lisa, huh? You gonna have me explain to her where her daddy's gone? Want me to tell her how he loved them more than her? The Colonel, the fans, whoever the hell else! And- and what about me?! You just- you just gonna leave me, like that? After everything?!"
You didn't realise quite how worked up you had gotten, nor the tears streaming over your face, until he lifted a hand to cup your cheek, trying to thumb the wetness away as if he could make it all better just by cleaning up your hysterics.
It was him pulling you in this time. You wanted to fight. You were so damn furious, still - but his hands left you powerless, reducing you to a palatable mess who sunk against him in a bone heavy heap, hiding your face in his neck.
"Sorry, mama. Sorry. Not leaving either of yas, what kinda man would that make me, huh? What kinda daddy, or husband? Needa look after ya better, don't I? Look after my best girls."
You nod against his damp skin, a mix of tears and sweat as his body struggles. Your breath hitches when you feel how shaky his hands are running through your hair, and you pull back enough to wipe at your eyes.
"Let's get you to bed, baby. Let me look after you this time," you say quietly, running your thumb over his jaw. He blinks at you, a small smile tugging his lips, even if it is a little forced.
He looks pained and so, so exhausted. You never thought yourself capable of violence, but you wouldn't hesitate to kill Tom Parker for what he's done to your man. You remember those early days, back in memphis, back when his momma was alive. He was so bright then - so happy and carefree.
The years since had only served to beat him down. The shows and the fame and the fucking colonel- they only ever served to break him, and here he was now. Broken. He would never again be that nineteen year old starry eyed boy you first met, but that was ok. You loved him no matter what, just like you always swore.
You help him to his feet, and between yourself and the bathtub he makes it up on trembling legs. You wrap your arm secure around his waist, and you notice his slight wince, an insecurity spurred on by those awful pills. You tighten your grip, kiss his cheek to reassure him you don't care in the slightest.
It's slow, but you get him to the bed. He all but collapses into it with a groan, eyes already fluttering shut.
"Let's get you some clean clothes, baby," you encourage, and he obeys so easily as you strip him out of the soiled jumpsuit, tugging on some briefs in its place and some softer sleeping pants.
"Shirt, mama?"
It's not cold in the room, and the vulnerability in his eyes makes the shattered pieces of your heart burn.
"Don't need one, baby. I promise. You're gorgeous. All my gorgeous man, daddy," you assure, kissing his collarbone all tender and letting your hands move careful over his sides.
He shivers, squirming a little on the bed under your touch.
"You sure baby? Not quite as pretty as I useta be," he mumbles, and you huff a little, continuing to kiss downwards, on your knees all but worshipping every piece of visible skin.
"So gorgeous, daddy."
"What'd I do to deserve ya, huh?" Elvis whispers, and you chuckle a little against his skin, and his smile this time feels much more real.
"Somethin' diabolical, I'm sure," you tease, pushing him gentle until he lies down.
"Think I must'a been a saint or somethin," he drawled, and you smile.
"Or somethin."
You dip to press a kiss to his forehead, which still feels awfully hot. You decide a cold towel might help, but as you go to grab it he grips your hand.
"Where ya goin?"
He's giving you those puppy eyes, fingers linking with yours.
"Gonna get a towel, try to cool you down some. You're burning, baby," he shakes his head, whimpering a little, pressing his lips to your hand.
"Stay, mama. Ya all I need, you'll fix me right up with ya pretty lips. Just wanna hold ya, is all. Ya my medicine," he murmurs, and you sigh softly, perching on the bed and running your fingers through his hair.
"I'll only be downstairs, baby. Just one moment, ok?"
Reluctantly he loosens his grip, pressing a weak kiss to your thigh as an almost wordless agreement.
You rush downstairs and search for a towel, wetting it with cold water. You grab a bowl from the kitchen incase the nausea hits again, and a glass of water. You're just gathering up the things to take upstairs when you hear voices from the bedroom.
You quickly grab the supplies and go up, only to find Elvis now half sitting, struggling to get all the way up, breathing rough like he's panicking and trying not to cry. The colonel stands at the foot of the bed, cigar between his lips puffing clouds of smoke, arms folded over his chest as he watched, almost bemused.
"What the hell are you doing?" You spit, almost dropping the glass in your haste to reach your man. You place the water on the bedside, the bowl on the floor, and ease the towel around his neck, whispering reassurances as you direct him to lie back down. You can see in his eyes that he doesn't necessarily want to, but his body is far too weak to fight your guiding hands, and his head lands back onto the pillow with a soft thump.
"He's got a performance in a half hour. We need him downstairs for sound check and wardrobe," Parker states, voice void of any sympathy. He's looking at the sick man with something akin to frustration and anger, and you can see how it hurts him, can feel him try to sit again under your hands only to be physically incapable.
"He's not going on that damn stage," you growl right back.
"It's none negotiable, little girl. He signed a damn contract, he honours it!" Tom hissed, getting into your space.
You didn't back down, grabbing your lovers hand to assure him you were ok when you felt him try to struggle to his feet again.
"He's half fucking dead, you dimwit! You're working him to death, can't you see that? He's a human being! You can't just stuff him with drugs and push him onto a damn stage night in night out! He needs rest!"
The Colonel shook his head, chuckling. He looked at Elvis, who was glaring up at him now.
"You letting your girl fight your battles now? Letting her make the rules?"
He glances your way, tightening the grip on your hand.
"She's right. It's too much," it felt almost relieving to hear him finally say it. "Tell them I'll resume I'm a few days but not tonight."
You hoped you could convince him for a little more than that, but it would do for now.
The colonel seemed to of realised he lost, storming out with a promise to make us both pay.
The door slammed, and you climbed onto the bed immediately, wrapping yourself around him and kissing his lips sweetly, letting your hands draw patterns over his bare arms.
"I do good, baby?" He hummed quietly, and you nod, the tension melting from your body as he nuzzles into you, linking your legs and bringing his arms around your waist to tug you closer.
"The best. I'm proud of you," you murmur into his hair, peppering his face with gentle kisses.
You both lie like that for a little while, and eventually you can feel him snoring softly against you. You let yourself drift off too, feeling impossibly safe in his arms.
Elvis x male reader!
Warnings: Recieving head (m, reader), teasing, fingering,
Im sorry if i made you wait so long but im very busy and Im trying to reconnect all my things for the starting of School you know, so i won't be so Active like before but i Will try always to post so dont worry✨🦋
Well.. Here is the continue so enjoy⚡❤️
CONTINUE
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"take off your clothes honey...." he said smirking at you.
You could just blush even more, you were really in the Elvis's room with him that was now naked? Oh my god you couldn't believe it, you could faint in that moment, you continue to repeat at yourself that you were dreaming but when you felt the gentle touch of his hand on your cheek.... Oh boy you were sure as hell that, that night was real 100%.
He caressed your cheek and made you look up at him, he had a devils smirk on his face "dont worry littl' boy this night will be just for us" he said in a deep tone, his voice was very different from the show it was more dark and sexy, suddenly he was slowly spreading your legs, and his other hand was now touch your boulge that was very visible, you yelp at the sudden contact, you were unable to move but dont worry it wasn't a problem, Elvis that never took off his eyes from you just smile for your reaction, he unzip your pants and pull it out the way, he caressed your erection that was now pulsing under your underwear, it was now hurting but the feeling was something that you never experienced ....
He then pulled your face with his other hand that was on your cheek and went behind your head, pulling your hair with a little force for your head to go back and show all of your neck, he then proced to place all kisses starting from your jaw to then go down to your neck and behind your ear... "Ah !" you moan for the contact and you could feel his mouth became a smile because he just found your sensitive spot.... All the room was now filled with your little whimpers and moan, he was still playing with your erection and kissing and biting your spot.
After a while that now a wet spot was created on your underwear he took them off and you could feel the cold air that was hitting you down there, he then took of your shirt and start kissing all of your chest and stomach, you were breathing heavily, you couldn't stop you were now surre that if he want to continue like this it Will be the end of you,he moves near your ear and whisper "i Will make you feel so good now honey" chills running down your spine and you were now heating up like a vulcano.
He then brings your erection in his hand and start kissing your top, you were shocked.... But you couldn't even create a phrase in your head because the feeling that was now creating in your stomach was too much, you were now moaning and breathing faster and faster, you were disperate you needed him so bad "E-Elvis... Oh - fuc- Please..." you beg disperetaly, he know what you wanted, Before you could understand he put a finger in you "OH GOD" you scream, there was pain, you cried out a little and he moves slowly, After a while you calmed down as the pain left and become a real pleasure, youre hips were now moving against is finger, he was teasing your top and moving inside of you with his finger, after some seconds he putt Another finger in, you were sure by the sudden fiction that he was making, that you were tearing apart, you were moaning like there was no tomorrow, all your body was hot and your face was full of pleasure and lust, he was staring at your contorted face, he knew what was doing, you close your eyes feeling all the heat that was growing inside you.
After a teasing while you were now sure you were going to cum in a second, Elvis noticed your raised of voice so he just stopped the moviment, you made a disappointed noice and opened your eyes to look at him with a sad face, you wanted more, MORE OF HIM.
"w-wha-" you trying to say but he put his finger on your lips and shush you "shhh dont worry honey, Im going to take care of your" he said and in a second you were now turned with your belly faced down, your ass was near his hips, he groaned at the contact and you were now trying to move your hips in to his, he stopped you and you jump a little "not now boy, This is not the right night" he then spred your legs and brings your dick again but now it wasn't gentle as bifore he was now faster, and you were now trembling at the friction of his cold rings and hands with your dick, you were moaning very loud you were trying to cover your mouth but he Lock your hands on top of your head and continue stroking your dick, tears were falling down your cheeks your Vision was now blurry and your scream were more long and guttural.
He bite your neck and you scream at the sudden action, he was now groaning against your ear and you were now full of sensetion that you were broking apart, suddenly he took his hand away and start rubbing inside your ass, you were crying out loud and maybe someone that was passing by was now hearing your embarassing sounds, but you didn't care about that, you were in Heaven.
"P-pleas-" you didn't even finished your begging that he touch your sensitive spot, your eyes now were open tears that were running like waterfalls, your dick that was now pulsing and you sense a pre cum that was coming out "o-oh please oh fu-"you yelp you then hear Elvis say "c'mon ... Cum for me honey" and "Oohh you such a needy dont'ya?" after hearing his deep voice that was tickling your ear you then let out a last scream, you scream his name as much as you could, all your body was pulsing and trembling, you were now blind for all the tears that you made, you felt a wet sensation in front of you, you made a mess on his couch, he then pull out his finger and start kissing you gently, caressing your back and hair, he then gave you a new pair of his underwear and start cleaning you up "you did so good honey, i never found someone like you, the first time i saw you staring at me at the show i felt something y'know..." he confessed, you were now trying to understand what he was saying and at the same time trying to not faint for the heat "well...next time you know where you can find me littl' boy..."
You were now sitting in only shirt and underwear on Elvis's couch, staring at nothing trying to say something, he chuckle a bit and then pulls you in a passionate kiss.... You where now meltung at his touch, he was perfect...you then finally spoke out.... "mhh sir..." he then looks at you with big and dark eyes, adevil and creepy smirk form on his face... well you are in big trouble now boy... A second round maybe is going to start...
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O jesus i finally finished it! I hope you like the second part, i was out of ideas but i hope its still good! Im working on Another Elvis x male reader so dont worry there will be other ones!✨🦋
And jesus what a tease 🥵
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Imagine...
For what you knew Elvis was still at work, he had to make an interview and record new song, but it was still at work... Okey so you came back home after have a big day of university so you were tryin to relax, you put on new underwear and a long shirt, after a while you just sit down on the sofà and trying to Watch tv... Nothing special were in it so you turn it off and start looking at your Phone, after a while you were really sleepy so you decide to go to your bed to sleep a bit.
You then enter your room to find this...
Imagine seeing Elvis that was looking at you like this and in fact was waiting for you...you blush and you couldn't even look at him, his blue ice eyes were staring at you..
"OH Elvis! why you're still here?didn't you have some work to do?" you asked him trying to not look anxious for his stare "mama dont worry, i was waiting for ya, now won't you come here with me littl' mama? Come here" his voice, his accent, it was deep, but very charming and relaxed you became red but a big smile cross your face, you then put yourself on his lap and hug him very hard and put your head in his shoulder he hugged you back and put his head on yours and smirk....
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MY GOD LIKE CAN YALL PLEASE EXPLAIN HOW CAN I NOT LOOSE MY MIND WITH THAT IMAGE.... AAAAAAAAHHHH PLEASE IS AAAAAAAAHHHH 😭😭🥵🥵
"My love"
HI LOVE HOW ARE YALL!
i have something to ask, would you be Interested in a new serie that i have in mind like Elvis that is still alive now in the 2022,i have some ideas like he has a Phone that he can't understand and is always near you to ask for help😭i want to know what yall think! It Will be appreciated?
A big thank you again for all the love and support! ✨💕❤️
The image... Im dying right now🥵
SIR PLEASE...
Imagine continue..
Part 1°
https://at.tumblr.com/el-velvis/imagine/eysbl4qvawx6
Okey so as requested i Will continue this Serie of "imagine".
Im really happy you all like this idea because i dont know sometimes Im sitting on my sofà or just staring at nothing and my mind just Run so all the photos that i have made me think about various scenarios.😂😭
So a big thank you for all the love and support! I love you all❤️✨⚡
Requested: @agrz
Warnings: A little smut, fluffy, kisses, teasing
Part 2°
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"God Elvis.... You scared me!" you said and he looks at you with a big smirk that was forming on his face and remaning silent...He just admire your lines that were covered with that towel,and god only knows that he wanted to tear it away for sure.
"Elvis?.." you call him out, he finally made eye contact and you could feel chills down your spine in that moment, his eyes were dark and had big pupills, it was like looking in to a Wolf's eyes when he finds his pray, his smirk never left his face, so you call him out again "Elvis? Are you okey?" you walked near him and put a hand on his cheek, in a second you were now grabbed by the waist and pushed on the bed, you let out a little "ah!" for the impact, Elvis was now staring at you and your body, your towel was.... Not working at all because it was now all open and it covered only your intimate part, you looked at it and sigh and then made eye contact with Elvis that was staring at you hungrily.
"Elvis... W-what's wrong?" you said trying to cover your breast but then he said firmly "dont cover! Put your hands away darlin'.... You have to understand that you can't walk half naked around the house.... Someone will might see ya' and i don't want that... You're only mine.." his voice was so deep that you were trembling under it, he was still staring at you and your curves and at the same time, he was getting off his clothes, continue the eye contact, you were feeling the stare and start blushing hard and you look away, after some second you feel a big hand on your leg... You were trembling and he noticed that and lean over you... Half naked now, with only his underwear he put his mouth near your ear and speak slowly, making you feel all his breath on your neck it was hot and makes you chills everytime you hear him, he said "oh dont worry baby, Im not gonna hurt ya, justt want to make you feel so good.... now relax baby.." you could feel the heat that was encreasing down your stomach, you were burning and you felt your underwear became all wet just from his words... trying to listen to him but the only thing you could do was blush and moan at the heat of his breath, you were now all fire, you wanted him so bad and sure he wanted you too, he smirk under your neck and start put sloppy kisses all over your shoulder and jaw, going down and down slowly until the stomach were he stopped himself and looked at you with big eyes trying to find confirm to continue, with eyes full of lust for the view you nod slowly and start feeling more hot, he doesn't need more that continue kiss all your body.
When he finally arrived in front of your panties he than stood up and took off his underwear, you were just staring at him were now down there he had a noticable erection, you became a tomato and look away fast, he was smirking for your cute reaction, after he was now all naked he come again on top of you and put a kiss on your lips, you groan in his mouth and he smiled, then he positioned himself in front of where he was before continuing what he had stopped, with his thumb he began to create circular movements on your underwear, a wet spot was widening more and more, you were under his control his every movement was ecstasy "oh.. Y-yes..." slowly he lifted your underwear and started massaging the area, he was teasing you, you were moaning at every contact and every second.
"p-please E-E" you wanted to talk but you couldn't for the stimulation, you want to feel him in you, feel his body on you, you wanted to embrace him, kiss him and just feel his love. The stimulation was so much that you couldn't take it anymore you were about to cum, he was now kissing your clit and you jump a little for his sudden action, you couldn't anymore you were moaning now very loudly and you were now feeling the heat and a strange feeling that was growing in you "mama please come for me" he said and you didnt even heard him well but you didn't even care because you were trying to not collapse, suddenly he put a finger in you "OH GOD ELVIS!" the sudden act made you jump and scream at the same time, he was bumping in you faster, your hands was now gripping very hard on the sheets of the bed like someone was about to kidnapp you, before you could process he put another finger in And you were really about to come "PLEASE ELVIS IM-" before you could say anything you feel his tounge inside you and after that you were screaming his name with all the air in your lungs, eyes shut and you your hands moved on his hair to push him closer, you came on his face.
You where there exausted for what just happened, you open your eyes slowly and saw Elvis stand up from you and lick your fluids on his face, the view it was something that was making you blush and embarassing at the same time.
You were about to close your eyes again but then you saw that he didn't finished... "Elvis com'here.." you said with a cute smile, he smile back at you and kissed you slowly with lust and passion, you wanted to make sure he enjoy it too so you continue kissing him, slowly touching his chest caressing his shoulder and slowly went down, his abdomen, his hips until you get to his erection.
You stroke his tip and slowly create long movements up and down, he moan in your mouth to your sudden action, you then move him and make him lie on the bed next to you, you start kissing his chest slowly going down until you got down there, you start kissing him all, and with your hand you help yourself with the movements.
His hand takes your hair and caresses you slowly, he was breathing heavily, you continue to start speeding up your movements, he continues to hold your hair by guiding you faster, his size was touching your throat, you were starting to create faster and sloppy moviments.
He was groaning much louder now "God baby..." he said and for his words you hum on him Creating vibrations inside your mouth, with the vibrations he begins to breathe faster and adds the second hand on your head guiding you faster, you feel his cum on your mouth and down your chin, you begin to accelerate and help you with your hands, you pull off and start working with your hands, "f-fuck..." he curse under his breath, he was close.
Your moviments were faster and faster until he then pull his hips up and with that you put your tounge on his tip and start lick it, he couldn't take it anymore and curse your name out and cum on your face "oh FUCK!.."
He was now trying to catch his breath, he then looked at you and kissed your lips "sorry honey I'm going to get something to clean you up" you wait on the bed and he immediately comes back with a towel and starts cleaning your face, after he gave you another kiss on the head and he went to change, he put on his black bathrobe and brought you one too, he helped you wear it and picked you up and snuggled up next to him, you felt warm and loved near him, he begins to caress your back.
"i didn't expect to find something so beautiful at home that was waiting for me looking like... You know" he chuckle and you slap him on his chest "ow ow okey! Im sorry!" he said smirking down at you "i love you Elvis" you looked up at him "i love you too littl' mama".
Well for the next time you you know that if you want to have his attention more you should come out of the shower naked, but that will be another story...
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I FINALLY FINISHED IT! 🥵
Im glad you all like my imagine serie, i Will make more if you want and even the continue of these, so how are you guys? I hope you are feeling well!
Anyway thank you so much for the support and the love! I love you all!
Elvis x reader!
Warnings: sadness, m. of death, anxiety, fear of abandonment, mention of self harm, angst!
Story: You are locked at home, something is wrong, you dont feel the same...loved anymore....Elvis is some where outside and you are alone...
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"Found you when your heart was broke,
I filled your cup until it overflowed,
Took it so far to keep you close,
I was afraid to leave you on your own"
Tears were falling down your cheeks, lying on the bed hugging the pillow listening to this song that was like a friend to you,from the middle school this song was always there in your headphones, you wanted to fall in to a dark and deep hole and disappear from everyone and everything, you were sure that this day has been last more that it should have.
Your room was dark from the courtains that you closed after you returned home, your face was a mess, your makeup was now rolling down your cheeks and under your eyes, your ponytail was now soft , no longer on how at the beginning of the day.
"Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there,
Feeling so high but too far away to hold me,
You know I'm the one who put you up there,
Name in the sky,
Does it ever get lonely?"
You thought that maybe today would have been different from others, but, it didn't change anything, you felt anger and sadness in your body, you wanted to cry again and scream and punch the pillow, but it wouldn't help in any way.
You knew very well that the week would go on getting worse, you didn't want to leave the house anymore, you felt like crap, you didn't deserve to be in that bed. Thinking about it you don't know why you felt like this, everytime you were trying to relax or have fun, some intrusive thoughts crossed your mind like a fast falling star in the black and blue sky.
"y-you stupid... It's all your fault ... W-wha-what is wrong with you" you said to yourself, your voice was broken, another tear left your right eye, you couldn't even create sentences that you were broking more.
"Gave love 'bout a hundred tries,
Just running from the demons in your mind,
Then I took yours and made 'em mine,
I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind"
This sentece makes you bursting into tears,your demons in your mind were the love that you always gave to the wrong person, you always tried to give the best for your partner but it never return anything back, your lips were now crushing together to hide the horrible hiccups that you were doing, you tightened the pillow more and more trying to imagine someone who would be for you always, at that moment no one came to mind, you just tried not to think about how unlucky your life was...
"p-piece of sh-hit...." other curse words comes out your mouth, insulting you for something you didn't even know what it was, but you wanted to believe that the reason for your hatred and sadness life was your fault.
At some point the phone ring and you jump from the sound, you didn't want to answer, your legs were weak and your body was trembling, you didn't have the force to get up from the bed... After some rings there were silence, you thought that maybe the person that was now calling would leave you alone, you didn't want to deal with some shitty chats on the phone like "how are you?" "whats wrong with you, is everything fine?" "how's life been doing?" etc...
Your vision was now becoming blurry from all the tears that were falling down your eyes, your pillow was now all wet and your makeup was now splattered on the pillow, youre lips were trembling, all youre body was shaking, and more you listen to the lyrics of the Song and more the thought to slap and bit yourself for just existing was growing.
At some point your mind began to wander through the memories, one of them in particular happened a week ago, it was the week when Elvis had just left and you then stayed alone at home, obviously you did not expect to suffer so much his lack but in a way you were also very happy for him because he had left the city to go and record one of his new piece, You were really very happy for him because you had helped him from the beginning to overcome the insicuritues that sometimes he had and for sure you state close to him.
In the following days it happened that you were coming back from school when at a certain point one of the popular girls approaches you and starts to disturb you, you obviously knew what they wanted to tell you so you tried to walk faster, but that was not enough to stop them so they approaches "hy! But how are you! What a randomness to see both after School! Anyway I don't want to rush things and say something that maybe I should not say but... I heard that someone has left you" she said with a cocky tone you in that moment were very perplexed because you did not know what she was talking about, she saw your interogative expression and showed you a journal to show you the "proof".
It was a photo of Elvis and a girl who are kissing on it, So you at that moment already knowing very well what were the intentions of the girls were so you immediately said "I know what you want to do! stop immediatelyand leave me alone! you are just jealous..." she does not make you finish talking and continues "you know I do not quite catch how it is possible that a boy like him has managed to find a girl like you.. I mean look at him..." this quotes hits you so hard, back then and even now... You didn't want to stay and listen to a fan girl that was just crazy over someone....
The quote burn in your head for all the weak, but you didn't know that it was not the only thing that would have been difficult, two days before you started to be bullied at school, you were just trying to take notes and learn new things but the popular's girls and other people started to tormenting you obviously because you were his girlfriend.. They always try to teased you, you ran and ran away but every day that passed it was more difficult to overcome the thing, your life was becoming hell.
You tried so many Times to call Elvis, trying to reach for comfort but.. No one ever answered the phone, and more the days passed and more your thoughts became more heavy.
Why he never called me back then..
What he's doing right now..
You started think that maybe it was your fault if he started to date someone else...you weren't sure about that but the photos were evidente enough... Maybe you were not enough, you were not worthy
you are not.
The bruises you had on your legs and belly were just the beginning... It was all becoming too much.
All of a sudden the phone ringed again, you stare at the direction were the phone was lying, you decide then to got up and slowly put yourself up a bit, you could feel the pain in your neck and your back, your troath was screaming pain for all the scream you had before, you pull yourself up slowly place on the sheets the headphones and start walking to respond the phone, you arrived in front of it and didn't know what to do, you stare at the cornet for a little and then your pale hand just moves, picked up and put the telephone near your ear , you didnt respond immediatly you just wait a little, your breath was now forcing to stay normal,it was sheaky your palms were now all wet for the sweat, then you heard on the other line somone.
"y/n? Y/n are you there honey?" you heard a familiar voice, a deep and gentle voice tone was now speaking "y/n! If you are there please answer me!" the boy said trying to get an answer from you, you remained silent staring at the void, your eyes began to get wet again and turn red, you didn't want to hear him, not him....you didn't answer him.
"baby please! Im here now! What's wrong? What's gotten in to you those days? Im so worried about you!" he said with a presumibly worried tone, you scoffed at that phrase and finally spoke "worried...mh..." he seem so happy that you answered "oh god thank you! You are here! I missed you so much hon-" you didn't let him finish the sentence that you scream at him "DON'T!" you could feel the troath that was now closing without saliva and felt the pain increase, there were a moment of silent before his response "honey?....what's wrong why are you-" he said "i. Said...." you take a big sigh "d-on't call me... Pet names..." you answered with your trembling voice, he was shocked from your reaction, he didn't realize what was happening and he was worried about you, but you didn't know that "listen Elvis.. I don't want to talk or... Even see you understand? Im not feeling good right now and i really dont want no one with me..." he than respond immediatly "what? Oh baby don't be like this plea-" "I SAID DON'T CALL ME THAT, I HATE THAT! just stop trying to make it like you care about me because all you ever have done was just caring about that stupid carrier of yours and never AND I SAY NEVER GAVE A DAMN ABOUT ME...." you started crying, tears were falling down like waterfalls and your voice was now cracking " i-i was... I-... Oh god.... " silence from the other part of the phone, you wanted to end your life right there in that moment" i-i never wanted something like this... I never did something bad to the world and i think... I don't deserve this kind of relationship... Maybe i am the wrong one here, maybe i deserve all this hate.... I don't know... I-i geniually don't have the idea why i-i..im like this.! .." your voice was now all high and hiccups... Your face was all red for the pain of your troath and for your tears..." you... Left me Elvis, i was so happy about you that i geniually didn't care about the long distante between is but, i heard.... Some rumors.... About you... An-and i j-just....didn't expect that, that's all" he realized what you were talking about because for his job he had to do so many works with other people, and most of them were girls...he started talk again "No no! Y/n i swear is not like that! It was only for work really!" he tried to explain but you didn't want to listen, weren't able anymore to talk and all he could hear was you crying and screaming, your knees get weaker and you fall to your knees, a tumb was heard from the other side of the call.
"i-i don' know... I-i just wanted to be loved and... And all i recived was nothing!...i-Im sorry i - if i did something wrong! I-i didn't mean too..." he remain silent, no words cane out of his mouth, he was just pissed with himself, all the words that wanted to tell you in that moment were now vanished from his mind, he wanted to tell you how much he missed you because... He loved you... His job was so messed up and uncontrollable that he had to stay away from you for so long, it never happened before, he didn't imagine such a thing, now hearing your cold and hurted words he just wanted to beat himself hard until he let the blood out of his temples, he never wanted such a thing to happen...
"y/n....believe me please, i didn't do anything.. And all you saw is just some stupid journalist that like to create new story even if they're not real.. Please, i would never do such a thing to you.. A-and" you could hear his voice trembling, his jaw narrow and tried to speak up " i didn' t know 'bout all of that...'m so sorry i wasn't there... You should have called me y' know.." he said "should have called you? Are-are you joking?" you said with all the air in your lungs "i-i tried so many Times Elvis but you weren't there... YOU WEREN'T THERE, EVEN FOR ONE CALL! So stop saying bullshit because we all know how it is..." you said with a cold and angry tone, your words were shiny and sharp as a knife.
Before he could respond after you calmed a bit yourself, took deep breath you finally spoke "I-i think... Elvis i think i better go now, maybe you are right, maybe it was just my imagination..." there was a time if silence of you too and then you chuckle a bit "you know... I always thought that one day i would be loved and for the first time i was just happy and all but, i think i was just stupid and egoista to think something like that... Maybe i dont deserve anything of This.... Maybe..." after that you said something that made chills ran down his spine "maybe i don't deserve this life..."
What you were talking about, he thought for a second and you continue ".... Thank you for everything Elvis .. I loved you..." you were breaking up with him, with your voice that was now all high and crucked you then didn't even listen to what he was saying that you end up the call.
You, on your knees, staring at nothing, tears that were still falling down your cheeks, your life now ended in a second, one call changed your life upside down... You got up weakly, trying to Sand with your hands on the wall and the start walking towards the bed, you fall on it and in a minute you were sleeping. All your life you had imagined finding a person who was always by your side, you were lucky enough to find Elvis, but going on with time as much as you could be close to him it seemed that he was moving away from you, all your memories with him were now just a black cloud that went away like a long rainy day that now disappeared.
That Magic sparkle that was growing in the beginning was now only a hole, a big hole in your heart.
you know that you wouldn't get up from that bed for a long time.
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Hi guys i hope you like this, in This period i dont feel so good, I wanted to represent the situation a bit, i hope there aren't much grammar error, let me know if you want a continue or if you have an idea for a next story, love you! ❤️
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queued fic of the week <3:
Favourite Elvis's songs
Tell me what's your favourite Elvis's songs, even if there are more of one it doesn't matter because They are all amazing so its really good to have more the one precisely! 🎵🎶
Mine:
- if i can dream✨
- fever💦
- can't help falling in love❤️
- you've Lost that loving feeling🔮
- suspicious mind💭
- heartbreak hotel🔗
OBVIOUSLY ITS ELVIS 😘😌
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Propaganda
Elvis Presley (Blue Hawaii, King Creole)—Those baby blues! That voice of the angels! It’s Elvis yall.
Peter Falk (The Great Race, Robin and the 7 Hoods)—let me just quote Frank Capra: "the entire production was agony ... except for Peter Falk. He was my joy, my anchor to reality. Introducing that remarkable talent to the techniques of comedy made me forget pains, tired blood, and maniacal hankerings to murder Glenn Ford (the film's star)." i also just find scrungly little guys to be the peak of attraction.
This is round 1 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.
Lord I wasn't gonna do this but now I HAVE TOO 😭😭😭
This is to the Priscilla fans that love to CLAIM that Elvis was a "bad husband" She herself admitted to parts of the "movie" are fake yet she still let the "movie" be released!!!! And in every interview I've seen of her she's changed the story or says that parts of the movie didn't actually happen in real life not only the movie but with her book (Elvis and me) just like I this interview!¿!¿!¿!¿! Like girl 👀👀 make it make sense!!!!! And it's been since Elvis passed this girl keeps changing "her" story over and over again and she's not even trying to do it on the down low she's changed it DRAMATICALLY to the point where it's getting annoying 🙄!!!! ANDDDDDD it's not the only part of "her" movie or her book it's with many more INCLUDING the INFAMOUS pillow scene!!!!! So for those who believed everything sorry to say it was ALL LIES 🤷🏻♀️🚫🤮