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Part 1°

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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.😂😭

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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!

ALL SUITS PART 3

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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.

Hi guys is been so long, Im so sorry i can't post so much in this period because now i started School so i will be more slow than before but i will post anyway! How are you doing? I hope you are doing all okey! 😭😭😍😍❤️❤️

I hope you are doing all okey and dont worry if you want to ask something that you want to read you can ask!

“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! 😂

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