Imagine:

Imagine:

You just finished a good and hot shower, you turn off the water, walk out and took a towel to put all over you, one for the body and one for the hair, you then walk out the bathroom and sit on the bed, you were starting to take off that towel and suddenly

Elvis got home in that moment and goes upstairs were you were walk in the bedroom and saw you like that, you turn around and jump because you didn't hear him... "Elvis god.. You scared me"...

Imagine him looking at you like that and saying nothing... 😳

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The night is not started yet

You will still get wet🙂

ALL SUITS PART 6

AAAHHH THE BLACK LEADER SUIT IS SOMETHING FOR REAL AMAZING! 🥵🥵✨✨😍😍😭😭😭

Hi my friend 🦆

Honey! How are you? ✨✨❤️❤️

Elvis x male reader!

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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!

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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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.

".. YES.."

Hi guys how are yall today? Im sorry if i been inactive for long, i just made this edit so i hope you like this... Enjoy🙂

Can i have all of them?...