Elvis X Male Reader!

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! 😭❤️🌼

Like it looks he's 18 years old like JEEZZ BOY, man what were you thinking when you wrote that text like i think you have eyes to see that this man is all but not a old-looking🥵

i just can't get behind 60s elvis. he's so greasy and old looking. bleh

WOAH WOAH WOAH. I can respect people having different taste, but calling a man in his late 20s/early 30s "old-looking" says more about you than it does about him I'm afraid. You don't have to find him attractive, but I encourage you to find another adjective. Because "old-looking"?? REALLY???? ARE WE SEEING THE SAME MAN??

Hi my friend 🦆

Honey! How are you? ✨✨❤️❤️

ALL SUITS PART 4

The last one tho.... 🥵

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.

ALL SUITS PART 6

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