Pink Scarf - PART 3! (Elvis/Austin!Elvis X Reader)

Pink Scarf - PART 3! (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read Pink Scarf - Part 1 here and Part 2 here)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Sex. Oral (f receiving). Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.  

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)   ||     Word Count: 2611

A/N: The smut is finally here, y'all! I'm gonna be totally honest--I've never put smut on public display before, so I really hope it's okay/readable. Thank you again for all your support, reblogs, and comments--they sincerely make my day so much better and keep me excited about writing! Just so you know, Part 4 will be a smutty continuation of Part 3, if y'all want it...

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

The knock at the door startles you and you sit up straight, your heart pounding so hard it shakes your ribcage.

Relax. There’s no way. He wouldn’t leave the penthouse…he never goes anywhere without the entourage. He probably just sent Jerry down to check on me, you try and convince yourself, but the pounding of your heart does not subside.

The knock comes again, sharp and insistent, prompting you to warily make your way to the door and open it.

Elvis.

Your heart stops.

Elvis stands there, leaning against the doorjamb, with ferocity in his eyes before pushing his way into the room.

You barely have time to be surprised as you stumble backwards to counter his advance.

“Honey, we weren’t done talkin’,” he says sternly. His annoyance is obvious in the way he is clenching his jaw and his eyes are narrowed.

Your mouth opens and closes but no words come out. You cannot believe he followed you down here.

“I don’t like hearin’ you’re unhappy, y/n, so I’m settlin’ to fix that.” His accent is stronger than usual, tainted with his frustration. He shakes his finger at you, that signature gold bracelet of his, the one encrusted with diamonds that spell out his name, glinting in the lamplight.

You suppose you should feel angry yourself, with him barging in here like this, but instead, his hotheadedness is making you feel something else entirely.

“And how exactly are you gonna do that, Elvis? How are you gonna make me happy?” you finally speak, the challenge coming out sultry, your breathing quickening. You are shocked at your own boldness, but that coil in your belly has wound its way into your mind, dampening your usual propriety and common sense.

He steps towards you, but this time you don’t back up, only raising your eyes to meet his. The annoyance in his eyes transforms into that heated, dangerous look from earlier, blackening his usually bright irises.

His long pointer finger raises up to trace the lightning bolt on the gold and diamond TLC necklace you’d forgotten is still hanging around your neck, the necklace he’s given you that marks you as one of the elite women in the inner circle around him. The necklace which you almost never take off.

“I take care of what’s mine,” Elvis says, voice deep and vibrating. The implication is clear, sending a pleasurable shudder down your spine.

You know you are off the rails now. Every cell in your body is screaming for him, his touch. Your breath is shallow, quick, waiting for his next move. And all your concerns and objections from earlier are burned away, forgotten, buried somewhere deep below the spell he has you under.

But when you look into his eyes now, all you see is fire, well controlled fire, which sends a thrill into your belly. Those blazing eyes never leave yours as he slowly pulls on the tie of your robe, undoing the knot, letting it fall open. The room’s cool air rolls over your warm body, sending a visible, trembling shiver through you. He gently pushes the robe over your shoulders, watching as it slips down your arms, finally pooling at your feet.

His fingers, calloused from so many years of guitar playing, flit over your collarbone and down your bare arm, his thumb brushing the satiny fabric of your nightgown along the way. Your heart flutters at the contact, starved for him, but unable to move. Gooseflesh rises on your skin, both from the cold of the heavily air-conditioned room and from the sensation of his touch.

It does not go unnoticed that your nipples have hardened under the thin fabric. Elvis smiles a coy little smile, his hands finding your waist, and then he walks you backwards, bringing you with him to the edge of the bed. He pulls you down onto the bed with him so smoothly, you barely have time to register the change because you are so focused on the heated way he’s looking at you.

His lips meet yours at the same exact moment he trails those fingers deftly over the satin, over the hard bud of your nipple, causing your mouth to open to him as your body arches up, desperate for his touch. He sucks briefly at your bottom lip and your entire body is dowsed in heat.

He goes achingly slow, completely in control, nearly driving you mad. Nibbling his way down your neck, he takes the thin strap of your nightie in his teeth, dragging it down your shoulder. You can’t help the little gasp that escapes you as he kisses and licks his way back up and over your décolletage to do the same to the other strap. Gravity wins as the top of your night gown slips down, leaving your breasts bare before him.

Elvis, pleased with his work, looks you over hungrily. You tremble in response, so incredibly aroused that every small touch feels monumental, so when he takes a taught nipple into his mouth, you think you might actually pass out. The moan that comes from you is indecent, and his response of swirling your nipple with his tongue causes you to dig your nails into his shoulders.

Bolder now, you grab at the pink scarf he is still wearing around his neck, pulling him up to kiss him deeply, your tongue needy in his mouth. This finally gains you the response you’re after—a low growl against your mouth, rumbling up from his chest as he loses a little of that self-control, pinning you down on the bed with his long, lean body.

One hand is at your neck, winding in your hair, his thumb caressing your jaw as he devours your mouth, while the other explores your breasts, your back, your waist. Every one of his touches leaves a trail of fire on your body, snaking down towards your core.

You need more of him, yearning to feel his skin on yours. Groping for the buttons on his jacket, you are eternally grateful for his daring fashion choice of not wearing a shirt, because once you succeed in popping the buttons, he is already bare for you. Your hands do what they’ve wanted to all night—raking up his torso, feeling the dark hair of his chest beneath the palms of your hands, the pounding of his heart that gives his true feelings away.

Elvis rips away from you just long enough to shirk off the jacket, leaving you to admire his tan skin and lightly sculpted arms in the process. You notice how flushed he is, the pink of his lips as they curve up into that million-dollar smile. His brilliance blows you away even more now, because in this moment, he is all yours: all that brilliance is directed at you, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced in your life. If your body wasn’t so desperate for him, you might be frozen in awe at the gorgeous man above you.

Taking that silky scarf from around his neck, he kisses you deeply. While you are leaning up to meet him, he slides the scarf around your neck pulling you into him. Then he begins a barrage of kisses down your body that leaves you sighing his name like a mantra, his lips so soft but oh so hot as they blaze over your breasts and your belly. He surprises you then by sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you, opening your knees and sliding his body in between them.

Holy shit. Is this really happening?

He lifts your nightie up and nibbles at your hips over your black cotton panties, sending a shockwave over you as you twitch up into him. Then Elvis’ head is between your thighs, kissing the sensitive skin from your knee all the way up near where you want him most. You prop up on your forearms to look down at him, wild with anticipation, but with that upper lip curving into a sly smirk, he quirks his eyebrow and skips over to your other thigh, kissing all the way back down to your knee. He looks so fucking sexy doing it, you forgive him for teasing you, laying back with a sigh.

He massages up your legs now, and when his thumbs just barely graze under the cotton of your panties, you nearly levitate off the bed. You are already embarrassingly wet, which when discovered, earns another pleased smirk from below. Now he teases you, first with the tip of his thumb tracing your panty line, then peppering kisses over the same spot. The heat swelling inside you causes you to white-knuckle the covers on the bed with growing desperation.

In response, he gives you just a little more, tonguing your most sensitive spots through the wet cotton, driving you fully mad and sending you writhing up against him. You scratch into his scalp, begging for more, but he pulls away slightly, pressing a hand into your pelvis to keep you from trying to follow.

“Is there something you need, lil’ mama?” His voice is so raspy and low that the vibrations from it alone threaten to consume you.

You groan in response, clutching the covers once again.

“So stubborn,” he tsks with a grin, “Use your words, baby.” His hot breath dances over the core of your panties, and the anticipation is so intense, the heat so powerful, you feel like you could combust from the inside out.

“Please, Elvis, please,” you finally relent, panting.

His eyes, blown dark and mischievous and playful, dance at you. “Good girl.”

Finally, he loops his fingers around your panties, dragging them down and off your legs. If you weren’t so on fire, you might feel bashful about the slick they bring down your thighs with them, but the moment they are off and he pulls you forward to the edge of the bed, all thought ceases to exist. He places your knees over his shoulders before returning his attention to you.

The moment those soft, plump lips of his kiss your clit, the fire in your belly roars, sending your hips flying and a whimper escaping your lips. You feel him smile against you, delighted with your response.

Elvis knows what he’s doing, and it surprises you a little. You’d never taken him for a generous lover, you just always assumed he didn’t have to be with all the women falling at his feet. But obviously, he’s learned some tricks along the way—God knows he’s barely touched you and you are already putty in his hands.

Then he flattens his tongue against you, licking a long, hard stripe over your slit before rolling it over your clit like a fucking pussy-eating magician.

“Elvis!” you cry, unable to contain yourself, digging your fingers into his soft black hair, lest he try to tease you again. He must get the hint because his tongue dances, flits over your sensitive nub, building the heat inside you. He runs it through your folds expertly, sometimes lightly, sometimes with more pressure, coaxing you right where he wants you. It feels like he is tracing lyrics into your clit with his tongue, occasionally darting it up inside you, tasting you from the inside. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter, but he senses it, not letting you go over the edge.

You roll against him, hands in his hair, praising the gods as he fucks you with his beautiful mouth, finding yourself closer to the sun with each breath.

Suddenly, he leans back on his heels, and you whine in dismay, propping yourself up to look at him with a pout. He looks so handsome, his mouth slick with you and eyes on fire, that you almost forgive him. Then, watching your reaction carefully, he slides a long finger inside of you without warning.

Throwing your head back, you gasp, hips bucking in surprise, not expecting the penetration. You are so wet that he slides in easily, but you are very taut around him.

“So tight for me, baby,” Elvis purrs. “Goddamn, when was the last time you got fucked, lil’ mama? You just been waiting for me?” He gently pumps his finger inside you, feeling you out, stretching you, observing every little response. Then he curves his finger, testing, until he finds that spot that makes you fly.

“Yes, oh god, yes,” you groan, his filthy words coupled with his deft finger sending a wave of intense pleasure crashing over you. You honestly don’t even remember the last time you had sex and you feel so starved for it, you begin to pump against his hand. The wet noises coming from you are absolutely obscene, but you don’t care at all. You don’t care about anything in the world other than the way Elvis Presley is making you feel right this moment.

This seems to make him happy. When he returns his tongue to the attention of your clit at the same time he plays you from the inside, it is not long before you are careening to the edge. This time, he lets you. He hums against you, then he slides a second finger into you with a low growl, pumping only a few times before you see stars.

Your body tenses against him, and your breath hitches so hard that your heart skips a beat. You fall so hard and so fast that you feel like you’re thrown out of your body, moaning as that coil of fire in your belly finally unravels and blissfully explodes inside you.

It's been a long, long time since a man satisfied you, and not one had ever made you see stars.

Elvis continues with gentle strokes as you come down from the heavens, easing you back into your body. Puling those long fingers out of you, he replaces them, lapping up your orgasm with his tongue. The overstimulating sensation nearly has you over the edge again.

Oh my god, oh my god, ohmigod, you think, then realize you are murmuring it aloud as he sits back with an altogether content and heavily aroused look on his ridiculously gorgeous face.

He leans back, then crawls up the bed to join you there, kissing you long and deep. You can taste yourself on his mouth and it drives you wild.

Your body trembles with aftershocks, doused in hormones. You cannot believe that Elvis-Fucking-Presley just gave you the best orgasm of your entire life. You begin giggling uncontrollably at the absurdity, at how good you feel for the first time in ages, putting your hands over your face to try and stop laughing.

Then he’s above you, looking at you with almost a shy smile, his eyes shining with arousal, and it sends you into another peal of laughter.

“I’m sorry, oh my god, I can’t stop…it was just…I mean, that was…wow…just…wow,” you try to explain, gasping with giggles, praying he doesn’t think you are laughing at him.

“I made you happy, didn’t I, honey?” he asks, voice soft and low, eyes searching you as he brushes your hair off your face.

Your giggles subside when you realize he did exactly what he said he was going to do. “Yes, Elvis, you made me very happy,” you reply more seriously, giving him another kiss.

Then he’s lying next to you, chuckling with you, his laugh breathy and boyish and somehow musical at the same time.

“That’s good, baby, cuz I ain’t done with you yet,” he adds huskily.

A shiver of anticipation runs through you.

This is gonna be a long night.

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Rules: Shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks!

Mine are:

1. Light My Love by Greta Van Fleet

2. Mr. Taxi by Girl’s Generation

3. They Remind Me Too Much of You by Elvis Presley

4. Trivia: Love by BTS

5. Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA

6. Call Me Baby by EXO

7. Anyway You Want Me by Elvis Presley

8. Good Enough by Evanescence

9. A Pearl by Mitski

10. Thanks To The Rolling Sea by Elvis Presley

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I don’t really have mutuals, so I tagged three people whose posts I really enjoy :)

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rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 tracks

how i feel by fisheyedom, SID, skatter

wRoNg by zayn feat kehlani

live once by john the ghost

the principle by melanie martinez

lonely by justin bieber with benny blanco

feel me by selena gomez

book of love by tonight alive

we have it all by pim stones

burning in the skies by linkin park

songs i can’t listen to by neon trees

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y'all, i'm thinking about making an elvis presley tumblr account, with about 5 admins on it, myself included. i already have two (2) people in mind: @mesbouquins and @missmaywemeetagain

now, it will be a mostly interactive/photo/gif related page, so the lovely authors that I have already tagged can still use their own accounts to post their work, because you can see that they work very hard to write all of those fics they continuously release. please give them some love <3

it can be both austin!elvis or real!elvis or just plain old austin butler

Okay but his HANDSSSSS

#definitelymakingasmutabouthishands

#cHoKE MEEEE

@mamaspresley

Thank you for the tag!!!

When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley?

I was around five and my mom would play his music in the car, if I remember correctly.

What was your first impression?

Honestly don’t remember. My second impression had me having a crush on him at 12 years old, and the third impression was after seeing an Austin!Elvis gif set and had sent me into another rabbit hole.

Lace shirts or jumpsuits?

Can’t choose, both.

You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be?

Honestly…. The first white jumpsuit. With the white fringe hanging from the pants. 

 C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote?

The one where he’s imitating the doll’s laugh.

Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now)

Yes. Austin has some amazing lips.

What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated?

Agree with @mesbouquins

You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do? A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit” F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the juggler for that piece of trash.

E. But honestly @mesbouquins has me thinking lol

What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie?

Honestly can’t choose a favorite. But you know what wasn’t? Colonel Parker narrating.

You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be?

Elvis 2022.

How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here)

Like two. I don’t want the kid to be lonely (from an only child).

Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland?

Anywhere and everywhere.

What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you…

For me it’s 1960s-70s Elvis, but I love him at any age.

How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching)

I became a fan girl when I saw one of the promos at my old job at the movie theater. I stupidly quit before I could snag free tickets and had to wait until it came out on HBO Max.

What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair?

Can’t choose between 1950s or Vegas

Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South

Don’t know.

Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard?

Fluffy smut.

Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along)

You should never let this man go to waste.

Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration

Bestie im a Gemini. We adapt to our surroundings.

Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite?

Beggars can’t be choosers.

What are your odds for besting this man at karate?

None. I can’t fight for shit.

If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be?

I’d ask him if would finally venture out and do his more serious work that he wants to do.

What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis

I don’t really have any hobbies lol

What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it?

I am NAUGHT

What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs?

Thanks to the Rolling Sea, The Walls Have Ears, and Gonna Get Back Somehow.

If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be?

Also dying. Getting into drugs.

Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?

Elvis is the only one that can itch that scratch. Man’s Elvis.

How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

E and because I was crying really hard on the inside.

People I’ll tag:

@elvislittleone @presley-elvis

Elvis and Austin!Elvis Ask game:

Let’s start off gently shall we? Because this most definitely devolves into thirsty madness later, you’ve been warned…and also, we are all at various stages in the Elvis fandom, some of us have been suckling the gospel of EP from birth, others just had their sexual awakening with the 2022 movie, and then there’s the ones among us with frickin’ doctorates on the man. All are welcome, it keeps us colorful. Feel free to pick and chose which of these you want to answer

•When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley?

•And what was your first impression?

•Lace shirts or jumpsuits?

•You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be?

•C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote?

•Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now)

•What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated?

•You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?: A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit” F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the juggler for that piece of trash

•What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie?

•You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be?

•How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here)

•Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland?

•What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you…

•How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching)

•What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair?

•Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South

•Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard?

•Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along)

•Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration

•Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite?

•What are your odds for besting this man at karate?

•If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be?

•What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis

•What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it?

•What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs?

•If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be?

•Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?

•How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

•If you’ve got a favorite gif or photo insert it here and bless us all

Ok, now go and tag a couple mutuals