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This was everything

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.

I-i..... I need air...

Payback

Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Summary: You and Elvis despise one another, and when you get the opportunity to embarrass him during a business meeting, you can't help but take it.

Warnings: everything- smut, swearing, oral (m. recieving), 18+ only plz

word count: 2k

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“Are you fucking kidding me right now” Elvis screamed at you as he paced around his hotel room at the International. “Fuck, Elvis what do you want me to say! I’m looking at your accounts and the money that’s coming in can’t compensate for how much you’re all spending” you reply. 

Elvis had hired you as his financial advisor a few months ago, and you worked tirelessly to clean up the financial mess he and his family had gotten themselves in. You and Elvis had come to despise each other- he was a stubborn asshole that wouldn’t follow the budgets you set for him, and you were sick of having to deal with a hillbilly with a god complex. 

Today you woke up to a beautiful charge on his account for a new carpet on his plane, but of course, Mr.Presley is always right. “Jesus woman what do you want from me” he exclaimed, slamming his drink on his large oak desk and sitting down behind it. You walk up to his desk and slam the bills down on it “why did you hire me in the first place then huh? If you had no intention of following a single fucking thing I say”. You say, shoving the papers in his direction. He picks them up and looks at them, rubbing his temples as he sighs, defeated. “Fuck look I'll talk to Jimmy about this ok?” You take a deep breath, lifting his drink from the table and taking a long drink from it. You feel his eyes on you as you drink the amber liquid, enjoying the burn as it goes down your throat, leaving your insides warm. “I’m on your side here Elvis” you explain, putting the drink down. “If you don’t listen to me, the only person you’re hurting is yourself”.

He gets up from his desk and walks slowly around to you. His eyes are burning into yours as he makes his way around to you, standing so close you can smell his cologne. You feel your heart beat out of your chest, doing everything in your power to be calm. You hate this man, why is your body betraying you? He lowers his mouth down to your ear, feeling his lips brush your skin, and he whispers “you sure think mighty highly of yourself don’t ya darlin'?” You feel your blood boil as you step closer to him, bringing your lips so close to his that you can feel his breath on you. looking him directly in his eyes you smirk, whispering “you may sing pretty Mr.Presley, but you don’t know the first thing about economics- and your bank statements show it”. He sneers at you and you step away from him, going back to his desk to collect the statements.

He comes around and sits on his chair again. He goes to pick up one of the statements, sitting back with it in his hand, taking a big swig of his drink as he looks at you with a defying smirk. “Give it” you say harshly, stretching out your hand. “No” he says, feigning boredom as pretends to read over the statement. You roll your eyes and walk around his desk to pull the paper from his hand “can you stop acting like a five year old for two seconds?” You sigh exasperated as you two both grip the piece of paper back and forth. The battle goes on for a while until he pulls too hard and causes you to drop all of your papers on the floor, falling all around and under his desk. He has the audacity to sit there in his chair with a smug expression as you crawl around picking up the papers. “I fucking hate you” you mumble as you get them all. “The feeling is mutual sweetheart” he says between sips of his drink. 

You are about to reach for the last paper that was under his desk as you hear the door-handle turning to his room. He turns his chair to you and whispers “get up”. You crawl deeper into his desk and whisper back “I can’t what if they see me getting up from under your desk”. He’s about to bite back when the you hear his door opening and hear voices. Elvis sits further down on his chair, “come on in and have a seat gentlemen” you hear him say. The only voice you recognize is the colonels, and after listening to the conversation go on for a minute, you realize it’s just a boring meeting between them and the hotel owners. 

At least 10 minutes have passed and your legs are getting numb from having them tucked under you. Elvis of course has both of his legs comfortably spread out, leaving you no room to move around. You harshly push one of his legs away from you to allow more space for you to stretch your legs, but in turn he returns the favor by giving you a light kick, spreading his legs again. Against your better judgement you decide to crawl to the center of the desk, as its the only place you can have some space. You stupidly didn’t consider that this new position would have you staring straight at his crotch- too late now. You can still hear their conversation going on, and it doesn’t seem like its gonna end anytime soon. Elvis noticed your change of position, and decides to piss you off by scooting his chair closer into the desk, once again leaving you with no space. You have each one of his thighs on either side of you, and you have a perfect view of his member straining against his pants. You could see the outline of his dick, and you couldn’t help but notice that it looked gigantic. 

In that moment you had an idea. Never in hell would you actually put your mouth on him, but it would be fun to tease and distract the “king” during his business meeting with his employers. You repositioned yourself so that you were closer to him, and lightly traced your finger from his calf, all the way up to his inner thigh. You heard him stumble over his words, and smirked to yourself- its working. You laid your cheek on one of his thighs, lightly rubbing up and down on it, while still tracing patters on his other thigh. He opened legs a little bit more, and you looked forward to the outline of his cock, bigger and harder than a few minutes ago. You smirked to yourself as you lifted your finger to trace the outline, and you felt heat rush to your core, cursing yourself for letting this have an effect on you. You’re just teasing him, embarrassing him as payback. Nothing more. You traced him with more confidence now, using your full hand to rub at his length. You felt him cover up a moan with a cough, and smirked, bringing your lips to his covered length and peppering it with kisses. You rub your thighs together trying to release some pressure, and you find yourself needing to be closer to him. You rub your face confidently on his crotch, loving the feel of his leather pants on your skin. 

You promise yourself that you’re not actually gonna touch him, just leave him a horny mess. His voice still sounds way too stable, so you reach up and undo his zipper. He then lightly lifts his butt up from the chair, pretending to show the men some papers, allowing you time to pull his pants down. Poor thing he actually thinks he’s gonna get sucked. 

He sits back down and you go back to work, rubbing him through his boxers. You bring your face close to him, peppering kisses on his dick and fondling his balls. You take a big whiff of his covered dick and you’re intoxicated with the smell of him. There’s a wet spot on his covered tip and you lick it. You’re not thinking clearly anymore when you reach in and pull his dick and his balls out of his boxers. He’s so big it slaps you in the face. You remind yourself that this has gone much further than you intended, but you don’t care when you have such a perfect cock mere inches away from your mouth. His dick is red and veiny and so very hard. You take his head in your mouth and have to stop yourself from moaning. He tastes so good and stretches your mouth out so nice. You take him further into your mouth, sucking him harshly as you go down. You hear his speech becoming more breathy and disoriented the more you suck, but in all honestly you hoped he wouldn’t stop you from what you were doing. You were enjoying yourself far too much. You resist the urge to touch yourself, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from moaning. 

You decide to give his cock a break and move onto his balls, you spit on your hand and jerk him off as you alternate between sucking his balls into your mouth. They feel so pillowy and soft, you couldn’t wait to drain them and feel his babies down your throat. You continue sucking him, loving the smell of his junk as your face presses into his pubic bone. After a few minutes of making love to his balls you pop them out of your mouth to give his dick some much needed attention. You feel his hand sneak under the desk twisting in your hair, silently begging you to go deeper. You could never deny him, so you relax your throat and take him all the way down. That’s where you stay for a while, savoring the feeling of his head kissing your throat. You hear a man ask Elvis if he’s okay, and he tells the men that he is feeling under the weather and that he would like to reschedule the meeting. You only take that as encouragement rub your face on him, and then back off a bit to go back to bopping up and down. You suck him like your life depended on it, never wanting this to end but also desperately needing his cum. You lift your hand to fondle his balls, and suck him harder and faster than ever, feeling him tense up. You then bring his head to your tongue, wanting to taste all of him. You feel the first rope of cum hit your tongue and you can’t hold back your moan. He tastes so good and you know you’re addicted. You swallow it and feel him slide down your throat, only to be met with more and more ropes of cum, feeling his balls get lighter by the second. After what seems like minutes of nonstop cum-shots, he finally removes himself from your mouth, pushing his chair back to look at you- apparently the men had left. 

You look at him through your eyelashes and open up your mouth, showing him all his milk that was still in there. You slosh it around, gargle it, and try to blow a bubble with it. Some drips on your chin but you pick it up and shove it back in your mouth. He looks at you through hooded eyes and says “for someone who seems to hate me you’re sure havin’ a lot of fun with my cum aren’t ya mama”. You nod as you finally swallow it, loudly moaning as it goes down your throat- feeling full with his babies in your tummy. He sneers as he lifts you off the floor and places you on his lap. “You think this is funny whore? Suckin’ my soul like that while I’m in a business meetin’, tryna make a fool out of me”. You lick your lips and look at him innocently “I have no idea what you’re talking about”. He laughs darkly as he grabs you by your hair, lifting you off of him and slamming you down on the desk. He lowers himself down so he’s flush against your back, whispering against your ear “you knew exactly what you were doing you little cockslut, and now you’re gonna pay”.

Austin, Elvis x reader!

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Elvis being in a bad mood for the colonel, Apology, cuddle, love

𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆: You just got up, the morning was long, Elvis was still sleeping, when you start having breakfast he wakes up but he got up badly, he start to respond badly, you understand that it was not his day and you decide to go out to let him calm down, when you got home he try to be forgiven, as only he can do.

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You could feel the wind slowly caressing your face, it was 7:30 am, you raise your head from the pillow to look around, seeing the sun that was hitting in your face, the heat that you feel everytime you wake up was something that you liked since you were a little baby, you turned to your right noticing that Elvis was sleeping peacefully.

You decide to get up, you went to the bathroom and started washing your face and teeth, after the cold water hit your face you wake yourself up immediatly, you then walk out the bathroom and notice that Elvis didn't even flinch, he was sleeping like a rock, it was strange because Sometimes when you got up, the noise could wake him up, he had always had a light sleep, only when he arrived home late that he arrived with sweat flowed on his forehead could sleep until the next day, but today it seemed strange to you.

You brush it off because maybe he was really tired, you walk out the room and went in the kitchen to eat something.

You switch the fire on, taken a pan and put eggs to cook, after a while you hear footsteps approaching, you turn around and see Elvis come out from behind the door, he had just got up, his hair was all messy, you chuckle a bit for his sleepy face "good morning Love!" you said with a big smile on your face, he didn't respond, This makes you a little sad, but you continue asking him "so.. You want some eggs? Just to start the morning in a energic way?" you said joking around.

Nothing... He didn't even look at you in the eyes, didn't kiss you once, it was strange so you faced him again, in the same time he sit in the chair and put his hands on his face, he let out a groan.

The eggs were cooked and you put it in the plates, and put his one in front of him "well i hope you like it, if you want some coffe just tell me i- " he didn't let you finish that "i dont need anything" he said with a cold and angry tone, youre face went pile, you dont know why he was like this, like in the morning, you didn't even start to talk about the day, he was just pissed with you for just no reason.

You felt a little out of the world in that moment you didn't know what to do so you thought that maybe he woke up in a bad mood, so you try to "enjoy" your breakfast as much as you could because you could feel the pressure that was starting to grow in the room, you felt a little uncomfortable, but It was only a matter of minutes... Right?

You looked at him and he was eating slowly like he was in a sort of trans, maybe he was still asleep, but why then he woke up if he was still tired? you couldn't think about any questionable reason of his attitude, so you just staring a little at him trying to study every moviments, you feel bad because if something bothered him you wanted to help.

At some point he looked at you in the eye and open a little his mouth just like he was saying something, but then he brush it off and continue to eat his eggs, his eyes left yours and you were a little worried at this point.

"Elvis.... Are you okey love?" you asked "yes" he said hitting you with his freeze tone "are you sure because it looks like you had something on your mind? If anything bother you just tell me and i wil-" he cut you off like "I said i don't need anything, just stop being so clingy" he said while stare at the plate of his eggs, you went white, his reaction makes you freeze on the spot, you know that something could have happened at work that maybe made him so angry that he even got it the next day, but you didn't think he could get angry with you.

You stare at him for a little and then got up from your chiar, you didn't even clean up the plate and the pan, you just didn't care, walk in to your room and took a jacket and you made your way to the front door.

You didn't want to leave him like that, But you know it was right that way, he would calm down on his own and then you would quietly return to your routine, so you were there to open the door when you saw his shadow that was quickly walking towards you, you turn yourself to see Elvis in front of you "w-where are you going?" he said and you could see that he was breathing faster "Elvis dont worry i Will come back just try to relax okey? I dont know whats bothering you but i can feel that is something important, and if you dont want to tell me is fine really but, i cant see you like that and you know, i don't deserve this attitude like is the first thing in the morning..." you said letting out what you felt before, you continue "now try to do something for that attitude okey?" you kiss his cheek and left the house, you left him there standing like a scared deer for the light of a car.

After a while you were walking down the street trying not to cry, you felt a little bad for how you treat him but you couldn't stand that bad mood anymore, so you were walking and wipe away the tears that were forming in your eyes, then you stop in front of a diner, you decide that was time to eat something, because from the breakfast you "had" at home you didn't eat much, so you want to bring something light just to full your stomach a little so you can feel better after.

You enter the diner, you sit down and ordered a milkshake, after 5 minutes your drink arrived and you started drinking, you were always thinking about how Elvis was feeling right now, you knew that after a while the fire will shut down alone but you were feeling bad for before.

You're head was full with million of thoughts like why would he be such un ass for nothing you know that everything that can get on your mind you two were always there for eachother, you didn't understand why he was like that... But maybe you have some ideas, obviously that you didn't like but well.. You cant do nothing about that

After you finished your milkshake you then thank the bartender and walk out the diner, you were still walking down the street and start get really annoyed, for pass the time you start sing and whistle "moody blue", singing that Song make you happy but at the same time melancholic... You want to get back, but you resist the urge and kept walking.

After an hour that you were walking alone in the city, you decide it was time to go finally home, you hope that maybe the mood will be different now.

After you return home you opened the door and walk inside. You didn't see Elvis in the livingroom so you were thinking that maybe he was out, but after 5 seconds you feel the touch of his hand on your shoulder, and a very big hug from behind, you let out a gasp for the sudden contact and then you felt a kiss on your neck, you turn slowly around to see his face placed between your shoulder and neck and a big smile that was forming on his lips.

"ehy y/n... I miss you..." he said caressing your stomach, "mh... You did?" you respond like you were still angry at him "yeah.. And.." he then left you and walk in front of you and his smile left his lips and a serious face take the place "I-im so sorry for before....Really... I was just i-i was just" he didn't know how to express the heavy feeling that he had from this morning, his stomach was turning upside down for the anxiety, you let out a big sigh and finally talk "Elvis listen, if you dont want to talk about what is wrong because maybe is something so big and strange that maybe you dont want to talk with me or maybe because you dont think im enough for help you, just tell me you dont wan-" he didn't let you finish the sentece that he start again" NO! No-no is not that y/n really! Is just... The colonel... You know, he t-talk about how our relationship is going and that i have to left you because my fucking carrier is going to die and other bullshit! I just dont! *sigh* i just I FUCKING LOVE YOU! And Im so sorry that i make you sad before i didn't mean it, i was just so pissed with him that my entire mood make me act like an idiot.... Im so sorry... And you know what he's saying doesn't mean anything to me.... Really! I would never leave you behind just for my carrear... You are my everything! You are my world! Im so sorry y/n... Forgiven me please.. " he finally let out everything that he had in his stomach and now he felt very reliefe, but he didn't want to upset you anymore, he knows that he make you sad and would do everything he can to make you happy again.

You stare at him in his blue ice eyes and feel a tear falling down you cheek, your cheeks becoming red and you lungs went out of hair... "No no! Dont cry please! I-Im so sorry i-" he was saying but you finally pull him in a passionate kiss, your lips were crushing together in a dance of love and lust...

Your hands were touch ing every part of your bodys, You let go just to get air, your eyes meet again and you were sure that you saw a sparkle in his, you spoke "Elvis you dont have to say sorry, i know how stressfull can be your work and your life, and you know what i think about the colonel, and i know for sure what you want and what you feel, for this reason i left you calm down because i know that you didn't mean all of that, obviously you took me off guard this morning but it doesn't matter... Really... I love you Elvis.... And i know you love me... That is the only thing that matter to me.... " his left hand on your hips and his right on your neck and with his thumb that was caressing it he than spoke " i love you so much...i would die without you, really, you know me so well i would never change anything of what we have for just some stupid fucking clown..." he said and put his head between your neck, you then let out a little gasp and you could feel his lips turning in a grin.

"next time you can punch me if i behave like that again" he joke and you laugh a bit "i would do that for free" you said back with a grin on your face and he than lift his head up and look at you with a shocked face "ehy! Youre evil!" he joke around with a little chuckle, and you look at him in the eyes and with a huge grin said "yeah... Im your devil in disguise" and kiss him on the lips "i love you my little cute devil" he chuckle and hug you tight "i love you too my love...."

He was the right one, the only one that you could ever love, you know him well enough and you would never change anything, you were his obsession, he was always there for you, he love you and won't never leave your side.

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Finally Another one! I love how it turned out i hope you like it too, tell me if something bothers you so... anyway i hope you have a great day!

See ya guys! ❤️⚡

Oh my god thats so good i just-Im crying🥺✨

But my god... 🤤

Break me😩

Just Waiting

Elvis x brat!reader

Warnings: smut (bye-bye minors), dacryphilia if you squint, spanking (a lot of it), Jealousy, implied age gap, dom/sub dynamic, Bulging. If I missed anything lmk.

SDE OWNS MY ASS

Word count: 1.8k

“You here all by yourself?” the concentration I’d had on my glass of ice water, is broken. I look up to see a waiter not much older than myself offering me a smile.

“I guess you could say that,” I pause. “I’m waiting for someone.” Which wasn’t a lie, I’d been waiting for my boyfriend, Elvis, to finish his performance. Which despite being one of the most amazing things you’ve ever witnessed, was growing to be mundane. Every day I sat in the same booth, in the same row, in the same hotel, ordered the same meal (which was my choice, so there’s really no room to complain there), and watched as women fawned over my boyfriend. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough to watch him stick his tongue down their throats. The only thing new was this waiter.

“Well, if you asked me there’s no reason why a pretty lady such as yourself, should be left waiting.” He says topping off my glass of water.

“Can’t say I disagree with you,” I glance at his nametag. “Tony.”

“M-my shift ends, when the show does, and it’s gonna wrap up soon.” I look up at the stage, making eye contact with a not-so-pleased Elvis, who is making his closing remarks. “We can grab a drink if you’d like, it might cheer you up a bit.”

I open my mouth to respond, but I’m interrupted by the frightened look on the boy’s face. I briefly whip my head around, to see Elvis, dripping with sweat, making his way to my table. “ Don’t stress yourself out worrying about that old man,” I say turning back to face Tony, who’s already beginning to make his way out of the situation.

“What exactly, do y’think your doing little lady?” I feel my boyfriend’s tight grip on my waist.

“Trying to get a drink,” I state trying to wiggle my way out of his grip. “Without you.” I finish, crossing my arms and giving up on flailing out of his hands in the process.

I hear him sigh “I take my eyes off of you, for what, an hour or so?” I feel his grip tighten around my waist. “And you start flirting with the first boy you see.”

“I wasn’t flirting, I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to talk to boys my age.” And with that he picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder, slapping my ass in the process. “You’re sweaty and gross, put me down” I half-assed protested, not really wanting to walk.

Continua a leggere

omg i was gonna send a request in but almost forgot to ask if u are taking request, are u taking requests?

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Yeah yeah of course honey! You can ask all you want! Dont worry! ❤️⚡

Imagine:

You and Elvis are in a bar and you just got up to take a drink, a little later a guy approches you and you start talking with him waiting for your drink to get ready, he was charming and very funny and you were laughing at his jokes, he was really a funny guy.... But... At the table there was your boyfriend,Elvis,that was not so happy with the view...

Imagine him looking at you like that and when you turn around you felt chills down your spine and you were like: "oh shi-"....

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SIR... SIR....🥵

IM NOT OKEY RIGHT NOW

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! 😭❤️🌼

So cute jesus! 😩😭

Elvis reaction to his daughters first period ?? 😂

I feel like he would be ALL over the place

A/N: I am imagining that this happened whenever you were out of the house.

Elvis was hanging up a few of his suits when he heard a scream from the bathroom. He immediately dropped the hangers and ran to the door, “Charlotte? Lottie, you alright? What’s going on honey?” He was in absolute panic. “I’m bleeding! I’m bleeding! It’s in my panties dad!” Lottie wailed out.

Elvis’s stomach began to turn, “What the-“ Surely it couldn’t be happening now, he didn’t know what to do! “Hold on! I am gonna help!” He said, rushing down the stairs and into your shared bathroom. He grabbed everything that he thought was feminine product and raced back up the stairs, “Lottie, here.” He tossed the items in quickly through the crack of the door

“daddy can you please pass the salt” with Elvis and ur dad LMFAOOOO

OMG YES!😂😳 I love it!

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You were at your parents's house because they had invited you to have dinner with them to know your boyfriend.

The time was passing well, you had a small talk with Elvis, it was Fun, it was your dad that was like questioning everything to Elvis, like "what do you want to do in the future?" "what is your current job?" and other question like this, your mother was smiling and talk a little too, obviously Elvis was super polite and always answer the questions with a little smile on his face.

After a while you were now almost finish and at some point you wanted to eat a salad but you couldnt find the salt, you then ask involuntarily..

"Daddy can you please pass me the salt?" after that, "yes sugar" "yes honey" they respond at the same time and moves their hands to grab the salt, the action was so fast that they didn't hear each other, your dad's hand grabs it first and then he looked over Elvis with a dead stare and Elvis was now freezed, you then look up from your plate and look at the situation that obviously you didn't expect, you blush.

"e-ehm..." Elvis clear his troath and moves away his hand, a little pink appears on his cheeks and he continues to eat his plate obviously embarassed, your dad was still staring at him then looks at you with a forced smile, you took the salt and thank him with a little voice, how awkward... Your mom was now looking at both of you and smile a little, your dad hum and put his hand on his nose, probably controlling himslef, you could feel the tension in the air....you were staring at your plate and you were sure as hell you wanted to disappear from there.

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If I was in that situation I would have already died inside! JESUS HOW EMBARASSING! 😂

Well i love taking request like this so keep going!

Tell me what you want me to write and i will, obviously i'll try my best to post soon as i can,so dont worry!

Elvis x male reader!

Requested: @mothshabby

Warnings: fluffy, some tease, kisses

So i never wrote a story with a male reader so i hope this will be good enough!

Tell me if you want something else or if i did some errors ✨

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Another Elvis show was about to start, people were sitting at their tables, you had just taken the best seat of all, you were right in front of the front row of the stage, and you were also the closest compared to the others, you sit down and meanwhile to wait the waiters come to ask if you wanted something, you have already eaten at home so you were full, after like 5 minutes the Lights went out and the spotlight pointed directly to the center of the stage, you were all fire, you never went at a concert before especially not that of ELVIS PRESLEY.

You were lucky to find the last 5 tickets, one of them was given to you by one of your friend because he couldn't go there anymore for some problems, but after you took it you could feel your hands trembling.

You have to admit that he was very handsome and a very good looking, it was perfect! you couldn't deny the reason why the girls always went after him, and it was the only singer that you had a "little" crush on...

Then the presentetor announced:" Girls, ladies, boys and gentleman thank you for coming tonight, an amazing show is waiting for you! And now without take any more time Im happy to announce you all.... The King of rock'n'roll!... Elvis Presley!" you were excited you couldn't believe, all the people that were there were screaming and clapping their hands like animals!

Obviously there were some groups of fan girls all over the edge of the stage, fortunately there was a little space and you jump off your sit to put it in there, you couldn't believe it yet, it was all amazing! The excitment that you were feeling all the emotions and the atmosphere it was amazing! And all of a sudden you see him.... Walking on the stage with his unique style, he was wearing a Black suit with a Black fular, my god you could feel the fire that was growing inside you, it was ALL different in person, you were always used to see him on tv so it was spectacular.

He walk in the centre and than wave at all of you and a smirk grows on his face and you hear all the crowd scream from excitment, you were smiling like a little baby,and then he start singing "heartbreak hotel" you knew that Song for the radio,so he started and you were like smiling with 80 teeth lips that goes ear to ear.

Well, since my baby left me, Well, I found a new place to dwell...

Well it's down at the end of Lonely Street at, Heartbreak Hotel, Where I'll be, I'll be so lonely, baby...

He was moving his hips like it was the last thing he have to do, and after he hear what he did at the crowd he smirk and continue his song, with the smirk you were dead, he was so fascinating and well.... The wiggle thing was... Something...

You were enjoying the show, at some point you didn't notice but you were staring at his eyes now, all you could care wasn't the The kicks and pushes of the girls in heat , but his eyes, his blue shiny eyes that were now glittering you dont know how with the spotlight, it was like looking in to a god's eyes... But... At some point you were push out of your thoughts for the move that his hips made towards you.

Now, the bellhop's tears keep flowin', and the desk clerk's dressed in black..

The hip trust made you wake up and jump a little,obviously the girls were screaming and your ear were calling for help, suddenly his eyes met yours... You screamed internally in that moment, Elvis was looking directly at you and your face became all red, you could feel his stare, you dont know why but after that he then return to his song but you noticed that he always took a look at you and some move was always towards you.

After the show finish you make your way to the table and all the girls were still there to try to touch his legs and....other things but anyway..the presentetor shows up and Elvis make a bowed for everyone and there were applause and whistles, some even threw roses at him, but the thing that shocked you the most that made you heat up was that Elvis after he waved at everybody he than smirk and Wink at you.... You were now like freezeing in the spot.

After 5 minutes all the girls were there talking about how it was amazing and etc... But you were at your table staring at nothing, you didn't know what happened but it wasn't true... Elvis could never look at you, it was maybe something to be nice to his fan... You were happy, excited and well... Something more that only you could feel.

At some point you were ready to leave that your friend was so gentle to drive you home after the show but after you walked out the palace you felt strange like someone was watching you, after a while you walked down the street to wait for your friend but you couldn't find him so you just sigh and start waiting in a corner of a house.

Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder you turn around and your face was sure as hell now as looking like a tomato.... In front of you there was this great and handsome guy with a great pompadour and a smirk that was the one that could melt even rocks... You were shocked, in front of you there was Elvis Presley, it was so much taller than you so you had to turn up your neck to look him in the face, but in that moment you couldn't think properly...

"ehy littl' boy, what are you doing all alone? You're waiting for someone?" he asked with his famous grin in his face, you couldn't even think about a answer you were just staring and blushing, he noticed your red cheeks and start biting his lips in that moment you were feeling butterflyes and chills down your spine " honey i dont bite" he said joking around watching you "h-hey like hi-Mr Presley Im fine thanks i was-" he cut you off "Elvis honey, you can call me Elvis" he said and winked at you, you were burning inside "oh-o okey... Elvis" you said and stare now at his shoulders, my god his outfit was making you crazy, he was stunning in all black and obviously he noticed that you were staring at his outfit "you like my suit?" he said "y-yeah you look amazing in This" you answered "if you're not busy i can ride you home, is that okey?" he asked waiting for an answer.

You were having a Battle inside of you like why would he even think about talking with one like you? or even is this really happening? To me? Am i real? Jesus help me! The only thing you did was stare at him and answer with an enerigic "YES" it was too enerigic and you then clear your troath and look away in embarassement, he chuckle at your reaction, it wasn't too late, there were still the sun in the Sky.

Before you could think about something he cut you off your thoughts and speak "before we go i want to show you something, i saw the way you were acting for the show so i think you might like it" you didn't know what to say, it was really too much but you couldn't deny and obviously you were curious about what he was talking.

He took his hand and place it on your back and guide you in his Dressing room, you notice that every step you were taking more his hand was now falling down slowly Almost touching your ass. You arrived in front of his door and he opened it for you, he make a gentle move to make you pass first, you thank him and walk in, after you were looking like a little Child you were so excited to be in there, youre eyes were shining, looking all his object and suits, he was smiling at your reaction and then you speak out "so.. Elvis.. What you wanted to show me?" you asked and before you could turn around you hit the wall behind you and there was, Elvis that was now 2 inch away from your face, you could feel his breath on your face, his hands were Next to your head holding himself on the wall, he had trapped you... You didn't mind tho..

"Elvis...? What are you doing?" you asked a little scared "oh honey dont you see?..you are so beautiful.." he said with his famous smirk, you were now blushing so hard that you could melt in front of him.

You dont know why but you were a little confuse because you always see him with girls all around and you didn't expect this to happen, your face now was a little concern , he notice your change of mood so he asked "the cat eat your tounge?" and you then respond "n-no is that you know... I dont know whats happening is like jesus... You always out there with girls all around you and you are always with them i-i dont know if This is r-" he cut you off with a kiss, your eyes wide in shock, he start touching you with one hand behind your neck and with the other on your hip, he pulled you close and your hands were now on his shoulder...He kissed you with so much passion and lust, he was eating you out you let out a little moan and he groan at your response, he then put his tounge on your lips to ask permission and you open your mouth to let him in, he didn't esitate and with a move his tounge was now dancing with yours, he let go after a while for air and look at you with a smile "if i was really in to girls would i ever do this?" he looks at you and smirk "you're right.."you said and looked away for the tension of his eyes, he the chuckle for your reaction, grabs your chin with his hand forcing you to look at him" don't worry honey Im not going to hurt ya'" you nod and in one second you were now pulled down in his sofà, you let out a little "woah!", you looked up at him and all you could see now were his eyes that weren't anymore the shiny blue that you saw on the stage, they were Black full with lust, you were feeling all excited, you couldn't believe it yet, Elvis Presley, was with you and he was in to you... Crazy... You couldn't think properly in that moment.

"so..." he started staring at your little form, you look up at him Red like a tomato but feeling the desire..."you want to do something about this honey...?" he finished and you noticed his erection from his pants.... You were staring at his bone and he notice and giggle a bit, he start unlock his belt and now his pants were on the floor, his underwear were not helping his form.

"take off your clothes honey..." he said smirking at you....

TO BE CONTINUED

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AAAHHH i didn't finish it but i hope its good! I never done one before so if you want the continue i Will finish this dont worry!❤️✨

Tell if something is wrong or you dont like it.

when i write I tend to put a lot of details, I don't know why but I try to imagine the scene in my head so when I write I tend to do the same thing to try to identify the person in the story as much as possible😅

i really hope u do male reader as well because i really wanna request elvis presley x male reader where elvis sees reader and his awakening starts immediately, and he cant help but try to get u in private to admit

THANK YOU and still even if u dont do this, thank you 🙏🙏🙏

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Hi! Of course i can! I never done one before but i Will try it! And Im sorry but im stupid asf what do you mean by "his awakening start immediately" Im sorry! 😭❤️🌼

HOLY MOLY WHAT A READ

I WANT MORE

TEACHER.

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prompt : Elvis teaches you how to slow dance.

warnings : (M) smut - filth. 18+. slow burn teasing, body worshipping. fingering. no penetrating, just e worshipping you.

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As you looked at yourself in your new dress in the mirror, you sighed contently. Hours upon hours of going to all the top fancy dress stores in your area seemed to take a toll on your mind. You didn’t know how the topic even came up but you had told your friend Elvis that you’ve never slow danced, or even danced rather, in your lifetime. Somehow that ended up in the man inviting you to meet him up at Graceland for private lessons. Private. That was the thing running through your head the most, your heart always quickened when you took the time to think about it. It wasn’t any secret to your friends that ever since you met Elvis years ago, you fell in love with his charm instantly, among every other girl. You always managed to suppress yourself, you were never alone alone with him but now - now you were preparing yourself to being way closer to him than you ever imagined.

You sighed once more, trying your best to convince yourself that you had more self control than you give yourself credit for. You hoped, anyway. You shook your head at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing out the soft material of your dress and prepared yourself for the unavoidable. You caught a cab in a hurry, letting your heels take you up to the long porch. You took a breath before raising your hand up to knock on the door only to be met with Elvis in front of you. He wasn’t wearing anything fancy - just a black button down shirt with his chest on full display, and a pair of dress pants to match, but he still looked good.

It was way worse that you were practically matching, feeling tiny as his eyes drifted down your frame, how your dress hugged all the divined areas. “C.. Come on in, darlin’.” His lips curled up into a sly smile - a little too ready for the night to come. Especially when you wore a dress that left everything to his imagination alone. And oh, was his mind working in all the wrong ways as he trailed slower this time up and down, orbs never leaving as you finally stepped inside.

He slipped your hand in his, leading you to the grand living room that had been dimmed, candles lit around the room. You assumed it was only to set the mood - how naive you were. With your hands still connected, he pulled your body closer to him, his eyes absorbing your every feature, every freckle, the beautiful shade of your eyes. “Didn’t expect ya to dress up, baby.” He trailed on, a steady finger tracing circles around your hips making your breath hitch right there in your throat.

“I just pulled this number out of my closet. Stuffed in the back, for uh, for some reason.” Your voice was shaken, unsure of the lie you had just spoken from your lips. The dress definitely didn’t look like it had been just simply stuffed in your closet, it had been pressed, steamed, fit to your curves sharply. Rather he believed such obvious lies was beyond you, his face was hard to study as he peeled his eyes away from your body and into your sparkled orbs. He was silent, accessing the moment before only letting out only a small hum from the bottom of his rasped out throat.

“Let’s not keep it bunched up in the back, doll. Fits too good.” He finally spoke, his voice just as deep as his hum that he let out only moments before. You were startled at first when he turned your body around, pressing your smaller figure into his chest. You cleared your throat at the contact, confused as to why you had to be turned in the first place but you were too frozen to point out otherwise.

“Now first..” His breath was hot against your skin, his hands ghosting up your curves to softly grab onto your hips with ease. “You gotta’ get yourself in the swayin’ of the music.” He freed one hand from your hip, starting the classical record he already set for the evening, his hand moving to its rightful spot again. His hands guided your hips to match his own, back and fourth agonizingly slow, his fingers wrapping so tightly around you - as if you were fragile and he just couldn’t break you.

You opened your mouth to protest his actions, your lips slamming shut as he pressed you closer to his body, leaving you speechless at the wake. His hands ghosting up and down your figure before grabbing your hips once more to spin you around so you were now facing him. Fingers ghosted up your arm to eventually intertwine your hands, him pulling your arm up so both of your hands were in the air, his other arm wrapped securely around your waist. He pulled you closer again by your waist, his grip tighter but still firm.

“Then.. ya just connect the movements.” You looked anywhere but his eyes, you knew that as soon as the contact of your orbs hit, you’d be in danger. Lucky for the moment he didn’t seem to care or notice. He let out a chuckle, he noticed. “Like this, doll.” He instructed, guiding your hips again as they swayed only a tad bit faster from the set pace before. He reached out for your other arm, making you wrap it around his neck and used the swift motion to only pull you closer, your chest practically suffocated by his, you were sure a boob was threatening to spill but you had no power to look down unless you wanted to see what you shouldn’t.

“Ya kinda have’ta look at your dance partner, though, baby.” Elvis purred, his hand freeing from your waist to tilt your head up so the gaze was returned. “There’s that pretty girl.” His lips curled into a smirk, arm flying back around your lower waist. You were surprised you hadn’t stepped on his feet yet in your clumsy state, letting his own movements guide you when it came to what you couldn’t see. “Good girl.. learnin’ so well.” He hummed against the shell of your ear, a shiver running through your body at the name before his arm detached from your waist. He acted as if he hadn’t said anything wrong, like it was second-hand nature to just go around calling his friends intimate names countless times, only humming again as he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Now. This is called a twirl. You’re gonna’ have’ta trust me on this one.” He snickered, letting him grab ahold of your waist again with his free hand, starting to shift your hips away from him. You let his movements send you flying, his hand that was holding yours with a white-knuckle tight grip caught you as you detached from his body, pulling you back into him. The smirk never left his lips the whole time, you could just tell he was enjoying this more than he thought he was - you definitely were. “Now.. Ima dip ya’” He cooed lowly, his hands grabbing ahold to both your hips now to dip you down in front of him, circling your hips in his palms as you came back up to snap closer to his face, his lips rather.

You swallowed a breath as nervousness hitched in your throat. He didn’t dare to move from this position, instead moving his thumb steadily across your glossed bottom lip. “Y’know, doll. For someone who doesn’t know how’ta slow dance, you’re sure movin’ like a natural.” He muttered, his lips only centimeters away as he moved so slowly to eliminate the gap. His lips hooked onto yours in a sloppy but thoughtful kiss, as if he’d been waiting this whole time to do such an action. He pulled away reluctantly only after a few seconds, your bottom lip slipping from his as he looked down at you, his arms fully secured around your waist.

“Been’ waitin to do that since the moment ya walked in.” The raven-haired man mumbled against you, his voice low and his eyes glossed over with only an emotion you remembered to be lust. You were sure your eyes showed the same, you never had been one to hide when you’re in that mood. An emotion that was never verbally spoken, his hands untying themselves from your waist, a smirk popped on his lips at your wanting eyes shining up to him with worry. “Does the pretty lil’ doll want somethin’?” He teased, knowing exactly what you wanted but he’d rather you say it after such a night filled with unspoken desire.

You were motionless until now, pulling him into you by his shirt collar, his eyes wide at your sudden action as your lips slid back together with ease in a desperate filled kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel what he wanted to do to you all this time. “This. I want all of you, E.” Was all you could muster before he let his bubbled desire reach the surface, grabbing you by your inner thighs and lifting you so you were prompted around his waist. You had no idea how such a lesson ended up with you desperately locking your lips on his, pulling at his shift as if it was the only obstacle in your way, breathing against his lips as they parted yours for only a second more. His hands never left your body as he led the two of you upstairs to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him before moving you almost instantly on the silky bed. He pulled away to look at you as you laid below him, lips plumped and swollen red, shared spit running down your chin. You looked sinful, a smirk slipping onto his lips as he continued to admire your messy state. Never did he believe he actually would’ve been able to act upon his attraction, yet here he was, too stunned that he didn’t know where to start.

His fingers smoothed across the material of your dress, taking his time to smooth up the pattern dawning your boobs and the same down to your hips. “You really are a pretty lil’ thing, ain’t ya?” He smirked down at your body, snaking his hands behind your back in order to slip the zipper down, watching as the material got baggy around you before slipping it completely off. He swiped it onto the floor, taking in your appearance for the millionth time that night with hungry orbs. You couldn’t reply to his actions, just as starstruck as him that he somehow managed to get you in his bed in such a vulnerable looking state, but you weren’t one to ever complain.

He wasted no time anymore, sliding your underwear and unclapsing your bra with ease, discarding them both on the floor with your dress. His hands smoothed up your sides, dipping his knee on the bed to fit right between your legs, cooing as his hand started to trail up your inner thighs, dangerously close to where you now needed him the most. “Elvis..” You hummed under your breath making him quirk a sneaky brow up in your direction above him, a chuckle reaching his lips.

“What, doll? You wan’ be touched..” He trailed off, a finger pressing softly against your clit, his chuckle deepening in value as you squirmed beneath him. “Here?” He purred. You frantically nodded, making him submit and finally give you what you wanted, his hands gripping at both your thighs to prompt them on his shoulders, his hot breath gazing your pooling heat. He gave in just as easy, his tongue getting to work almost immediately.

His tongue seemed to fit perfectly into you like a glove, the tip flicking your clit slowly. His fingers started to trace your glisten before pushing themselves into you, a gasp escaping your lips at the action. Your hand flew up to tangle into his ravened hair, eliciting a sinful moan as the vibrations hummed against you. His fingers started the most sinful of paces, curling up into you as he swallowed your whines as they slid out like an angelic chorus, almost pure music to his ears.

Your ears started to ring as he managed to push a third finger inside, stretching you out completely which left you completely at his mercy. His pace somehow managed to pick up speed that had proven to be ungodly at this point in the night making you tighten up around his fingers, a groan slipping his lips. You mewled at his actions, arms swiping down to grip at his hand in a lame attempt to stop him only for him to use it against you as a way to move faster inside of you.

“Elvis!” You gasped out, letting your hand slip off of his wrist, gripping the silked sheets below. Your knuckles had been white due to clinging on for dear life, his body lifting so he was hovering over you. “Feel good, doll? Look so pretty like this..” He moaned in your ear, your teeth sinking down into your bottom lip with a slight nod to his question. He knew you were close, even when he didn’t know the way of your body yet. You let yourself go with a weak whimper, him intently watching as your release started to coat your fingers. He swore he could do the same at the sight, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead to take you back down to earth.

“And here I thought you couldn’t get any prettier, lil baby.” He cooed, bringing his three fingers up to his mouth and desperately started to swipe his tongue at your wetness. You were numb at his words, only finding the energy to muster up the smallest smile that made his heart itch in his chest.

You didn’t have many thoughts but you only had one that bubbled to the surface - you were definitely going to become a teacher’s pet.

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A/N : can do a pt 2 eventually if wanted 👀

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Just in Time | one-shot

・❥・Pairing : Elvis Presley x reader

・❥・Genre: Time Travel!AU, angst, fluff,'70s!Elvis, loosely based on the TV show 'Timeless.'

・❥・Word Count: 7.6k

・❥・Summary: You are a part of a small team of people whose job is to time travel to the past, to prevent someone and his gang from changing history. But on a mission to protect a certain famous figure from the '70s, things take a turn. You are left to face the consequences of bringing the king of rock 'n roll himself to the year 2023.

・❥・Ratings & Warnings : SFW. A lot of angst, mentions of death, brief period of Elvis being unconscious, mentions of health conditions. Nothing too major though, don't worry.

・❥・Author's Notes: Hi! So this is my very first one-shot, I guess? I've never written one before and I have no idea what is the appropriate word count for one, if I'm being honest. This can also be read as Austin!Elvis if you prefer. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! Also I want to mention that this is not cross-posted anywhere else. This is my writing, please do not copy this.

@literally-just-elvis-fics

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“They are taking too long, “ You said, as you nervously fiddled with your fingers. 

“They’ll be back soon. Don’t fret too much Y/N, “ Your boss, Francine, replies with her arms crossed as she portrays all confidence and calmness. You still can’t believe that it’s been three years since Francine recruited you as part of her team, and how long it took her to convince you that it wasn’t a practical joke. 

After all, who the hell would believe someone who tells you that they are offering you a job to be a time traveller? It sounds like a classical plot from a sci-fi movie, you thought. But something in the corner of your mind, perhaps that wishful thinking of the child version of you - brought you to call Francine from the number left on the business card she gave you. 

Once she met you at what she labelled the headquarters, which was really an underground bunker that seemed to be reminiscent of the dystopian movies that were once popular, you began to believe her. Well, and then she showed you a circular-type of metal vehicle with it’s contents inside involving three seats with multiple seatbelts and all the technicalities of the engine and the buttons to operate it. Then and there, Francine told you it was the time machine - and the only one ever in the world. She then told you that it has been test-driven before by herself and the scientists and engineers involved in its creation. 

And so, you accepted. 

It turned out you weren’t the only sceptic though. Francine approached two other people to be part of her team, and eventually, just like you they accepted. The actual job itself was not time travelling for the sake of time travelling. Each mission entails that you and the two other people - Ashton and Colin - were to prevent a particular man by the name of Max and his gang from changing history. They were ruthless and would go above and beyond to create havoc. With each mission, you held your breath and hoped and prayed that the three of you would return to the present time unscathed. That and successfully completing the mission. 

The three of you would always go on the missions together, as without one of you - it’ll be harder to achieve the aim. Until Francine noticed that you were more tired than usual and had a fever running, which she then decided that Ashton and Colin go ahead without you. It is not that you didn’t trust them, it’s just the anxiety of the waiting. 

And so, here you were pacing back and forth. 

“I should’ve gone with them.” You looked at Francine, in which she shakes her head. 

“You and I both know that you weren’t well enough.” 

“But I’m perfectly fine now!” 

“Now, yes. But a while ago you passed out on the couch.” 

You know that she has a point, but it still didn’t settle the nerves in your stomach. Like something has gone horribly wrong with the mission. 

You sighed, “I just have this sickening feeling that something did not go well.” You admit to her. 

“The mission was simple.” Francine argues.

You shake her head, “No, it’s not. Going back to 1972 to track down Max and his gang from possibly murdering a famous star - is anything but simple. What if they got themselves caught? Got themselves killed? What if they did more harm than good?”

“Have faith, Y/N. Ashton and Colin have done this a thousand times.”

Despite her efforts to calm you down, your anxiety cannot help but build up and you spill your thoughts. 

“Not without me they haven’t.” You say, running a hand through your face now.

“I mean, if I’m being honest why the hell is Max targeting Elvis Presley?” You shoot Francine a confused look. 

“I don’t know. We don’t know. But I do know that Max is a deviously smart man. He doesn’t do things just because.” Francine answers. 

All our past missions that you embarked on were self-explanatory. Abraham Lincoln’s assassination, The Watergate Scandal, Henry the VIII, The Second World War, The Moon Landing etc. If you ever had to protect a specific historical figure, they were mainly previous presidents, part of the government, members of monarchy for example. Never have you and the team ever encountered a mission whereby the focus is on an entertainer. Sure, it is undeniable that in the world of performers and actors, they are some that are famous no matter what. Those ones that are still so well-known despite no longer being on Earth. Elvis Presley is one of them. But you are so frustrated on why you cannot figure out why target him? Of course, there is no denying of his impact on music. But music is simply just music. 

Also, not to mention, you have been an Elvis fan since you could remember. Growing up with your grandparents endlessly playing his records whenever you would be at their house. So, although you cannot visit as often as you used to when you were younger, those same records played in your own apartment. This in itself just adds to your frustration because how could you, a very dedicated Elvis fan - not have even an inkling of an idea on why Max and his gang would target him? 

“They are coming!” One of the tech people behind the computer yells, both altering you and Francine who share a look of alert. 

A strong gust of wind blows against everyone as the time machine appears out of thin air, effectively standing still on the empty ground just opposite you, Francine and the team of tech people and scientists behind their computers. You smooth out your hair from the havoc caused by the strong wind. The engine stutters to a silence. 

You feel your heartbeat racing impossibly faster than ever. This is it. Once the door opens, you’ll have your answers to your questions. But what those answers may be - that you are unsure of. 

The door to the time machine slides open, revealing the people inside. You sigh in relief to see your colleagues and friends - Ashton and Colin. Both are breathing and are very much alive, but are sweating profusely and appear to have gone through hell and back. In summary, both are alive but it was definitely not an easy mission. But your breath gets caught up in your throat as your eyes cast over the unconscious figure that has their arms wrapped around Ashton and Colin’s shoulder. 

“Please, do not tell me that’s who I think it is.” You say in warning, clearly rhetorically. Because anyone, you don’t even have to be a fan to know that is definitely him. Sure there are hundreds of Elvis tribute artists out there, but knowing what you know in the nature of your job - that is most certainly an unconscious Elvis Presley that they are carrying. He is wearing that infamous white jumpsuit, the one with all the intricate details of the gemstones and a blue silk scarf wrapped around his neck. Rings upon rings adorned his fingers. 

“Surprise?” Colin says half-joking, half- terrified at the glare you are shooting them two. 

“You-” 

“We can explain.” Ashton interrupts, putting his hand up. 

“I defended both of you against Y/N’s concerns, you better have a good explanation for this.” Francine speaks up, her forehead suddenly knotted. 

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“. . . now do you see why we had no choice?” Ashton finishes explaining. You have been listening to their explanation for the past thirty minutes, as the famous rock ‘n roll star remains unconscious on the bed. His chest rising and falling. 

Initially, they were both sent there to protect Elvis Presley and to do it quietly. But in a turn of events, both reasonably couldn’t have avoided, they had no choice but to carry him to the time machine and just go, just as the bullets of Max and his gang rained on the exterior. They hoped to find Elvis Presley awake, but Max had other plans and planned to hurt the star while he was in his slumber in his Las Vegas penthouse. Luckily, Ashton and Colin were a step ahead and figured his plan out - but they had no second to waste. They had to act fast, with no time to really think about the consequences. And now, after hearing their story, you really couldn’t blame them for their choices. You feel that you would’ve done the exact same thing. 

“I just heard word that Max has time jumped again. November 22, 1963 Dallas,Texas.” Francine reports. 

“The assassination 0f JFK.” You respond quickly. 

All three of you begin to stand up from your seats, ready to head towards the wardrobe to change into clothing suitable for the period of time that you are about to enter. Francine, however, stops you all from getting to the door before anything. 

“Ashton and Colin go. Y/N, stay here.” Francine says. 

You begin to protest, “What? No-”

“You watch over Elvis here. You know the most about him compared to all of us here, plus you are medically trained.” Francine says. 

She was right. When Elvis wakes up, it’s not like there is the option of rushing him to the hospital in case of anything. And the usual doctor and nurse that were hired by Francine, have already left as Friday evening is quickly approaching. It was only down to you. You graduated with a bachelor’s in History and then went on to graduate from nursing school. It is only logical that you stay behind and look after Elvis. 

But, you being naturally stubborn, still persist to protest. 

You were about to argue that Ashton and Colin may need to rest as well, but seeing as they luckily obtained no injuries, left out that argument. 

“But they won’t have a historian with them.” You attempt to argue. 

Knowing that Francine saw how anxious you looked while awaiting Colin and Ashton to return, she must hear you out this time round. You don’t think you can bare another moment of that nerves of knowing it was only them two navigating their way through such a point in American history. It can’t be handled lightly. There is no way. 

“She does have a point, Francine.” Ashton says.

“Yes, they will.”

“Who?” Colin speaks up, curiously asking. 

“Me.” Francine smiles confidently. 

“I-”

“Come on, it’s only one trip. I am a historian myself, should I remind you all.” She explains, which is true. You asked her yourself when you were newly-hired on why she hired you, when she could just go on these missions herself. Her reasoning was that she was the main manager here. She is handling and managing not just the team, but the other employees and the entire operation. So, she went on to look for someone who will solely focus on fulfilling the role of historian. Luckily for her, she found you to be well-versed in history and medically competent. 

After a while of back and forth conversation, you sighed in defeat and agreed to Francine’s decision. All three of them soon boarded the time machine and disappeared into thin air. You just hoped and prayed that they all come back successfully soon. 

As Ashton and Colin have explained, they escaped with Elvis when he was in deep sleep, which he still is. Although he is not injured in anyway, you believe that it doesn’t hurt to still do your checks on him when he wakes up. It is not everyday that someone from the past travels 50 years into the future. And not to mention, someone who you know has several health conditions. 

Now that they were gone, your focus was solely on the raven-haired star that remained asleep on the bed. There were only three rooms in the underground headquarters, in case anyone in the team wanted to sleep here instead of going back to their own house. Even whilst asleep, you cannot help but admire him. Tanned skin, infamous black hair, and not to mention his many jumpsuits. You feel that even without all the glitz and glamour, he would still look effortlessly handsome. 

A groan disrupts you from staring at him, a sound that came from him. 

Shit. You think to yourself. You were still so caught up in trying to process the happenings of the last few hours, you actually haven’t mentally prepared a script or something on how you’ll respond from his questions. Because you know he’ll have questions, any sane person would. 

“W-Where am I? Goddamnit, Red! Why is the damn light so bright in here?” He curses, his hand quickly shielding his eyes from the brightness of the light above him. 

“Um. . . I-I’m sorry. I’ll dim them a little.” You say, hardly recognising the timidness of your voice. You go to the light switch and click the button to lower the brightness, then frantically go back to your chair beside him. 

But now it’s different. Now Elvis Presley has his eyes open, a beautiful blue that you only saw in photos and old videos on youtube. His eyebrows are quirked up in confusion with his eyes squinting at you, as if trying to make sense of the situation. 

“What. . . “ He trails off, “You’re not Red.” He mumbles. 

“No, I’m not.” 

He begins to sit himself up, but you were quick to stand up and gently encourage him to lay back down. 

“Please, lie back down. I promise I won’t hurt you. I-I just need to do a few checks.” You say, attempting to bring back the confidence in your voice. But with his gaze so fixated on you, as if he is studying every inch of your face, you feel yourself heat up. 

He fortunately follows your instructions, but his questions spew out. 

You get out your pen-light from your pocket and shine it into each of his eyes, noting down ‘pupils equal and reactive.’  You then instruct him to try and push back from your hands, and to raise his arms and legs. This is to test his strength and ability to follow instruction. You note down that all are normal and are competent. 

Elvis sighs, “What’s your name, honey?” He says, southern drawl prominent and you feel a weakness in your knees. 

“Y/N.”

“Beautiful name. Y/N, can you please tell me what’s goin’ on?” 

You nod, still avoiding eye contact, “I will. I just need to check your vitals, okay?”

He nods. 

You fit a blood pressure cuff around his arm and take a stethoscope, listening intently to the systolic and diastolic beats. You are aware that due to his cardiac condition, he is hypertensive. The reading shows ‘140/90.’ Although you do not know his normal range, your clinical judgement says that these figures ring true with hypertensive patients. 

You then continue on to check his other vitals; heart rate, respiratory rate, oxygen saturation, temperature. All seem to be within his normal range, although he is presenting a little tachycardic - which is normal for him, and as you have yet to tell him what’s going on, you are sure anxiety mixed into it too. 

“Okay. All seem to be fine.” You conclude. 

“Can I sit up now, doll?” He asks, and you finally look at him. 

“Yeah, of course. But take it slow.” You warn him and decide to place your arms around him, helping him sit up. Once he does so, he leans against the wall and you return back to your seat. 

He looks around the room and you know that look in his eyes. The look that he is aware something bizarre is happening, his face glances to the modern technology. A flat screen TV and laptop on the table.

“I’m not in the hospital, am I?” He asks a smart question as you have just performed a nursing assessment on him. 

You shake your head, “No, you’re not in the hospital.”

“Where then? How’d I get here?” 

You took a deep breath, “Some people tried to harm you and so, my colleagues, they had no choice but to bring you here. You are safe here.”

“Where exactly is here, honey?”

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating on how to explain it all to him. Or how much you can really say to him, as it is already such a danger that he is not in his time now. But then you remember the device that Francine told you about, a device that will help him forget about all this before he goes back. 

So then you explain it to him as best as possible, leaving out a few details of course. You tell him that he is in the year 2023 and about the nature of your job. You then tell him that someone was out to get him, and that’s the only reason why he has been brought here and now. You of course left out the details about Max and his gang, and also did not mention why you have this job in the first place. You simply told him that you time travel to protect history, to make sure that everything is how it is. No further detail. Afterall, once you return him back to his time period, he will naturally forget about all of this. 

Surprisingly, he took it better than you thought. Well, he initially thought that he was in some form of afterlife due to the unusual presence of modern technologies he had never seen before. But then you reassured him that is very far from the truth. Then he thought that someone was playing a prank on him, one of the members of the MM as he said, but you quickly shut down that theory of his. But then pretty soon after all that, he was calm and believed the truth of the situation. As a fan, after reading through many books written about him, you knew that Elvis was an open-minded person. He always believed that there is always so much more than what there is, so it didn’t come much to a surprise to you when he eventually did believe that time travel is real and he is indeed half a century into the future. That and also, unbeknownst to you, how could you not believe someone so beautiful and gentle with him? He was checking you out, and you oblivious as ever, did not even realise it. 

Elvis reveals that he is hungry, just like you predicted. The entire staff has decided to do a group order from a fast food place, in which you ordered two burgers, one coke, and one pepsi. A knock resounds on the door as one of the tech people hands you what you’ve ordered, so you thank him and settle back down to your seat. 

You hand Elvis a burger and a pepsi, “Thanks honey, I could eat.” He says to you, a grin finally showing on his lips. 

You smile back at him and eat your own burger. He is quiet for a while, savouring the flavours of the food in his hands. 

He takes a sip out of the Pepsi and smirks at you, “Hmm. . . how’d you know I like Pepsi?”

You should’ve seen that question coming. You didn’t even ask what he wanted to eat and drink, and yet, you have gotten it exactly right. It can be seen as a lucky guess, but the fact that you are a fan of his - now that is a much more believable reason. 

“Uh, lucky guess I suppose, Mr Presley.” You say, completely lying to your idol. You decided you didn’t really want to reveal to him that you were a fan of his, it did not seem to be professional. 

He whistles, “Mighty guess that is. Please call me Elvis, Mr Presley is my Dad.” He chuckles, and you nod. 

“Right. Sorry, Mr Pre- uh, I mean Elvis.”

You avoid eye contact again, feeling flustered by his intense gaze. You take a sip out of your bottle of coca cola. 

“You look out of sorts. C’mere, honey.” He says. 

“What?” You turn your head back to him, so much out of avoiding eye contact. 

“Sit next to me. “ Elvis says, patting the empty spot next to him on the bed. 

You hesitate. Sitting across from him in a chair was already making you flustered, and now he wants you to sit beside him? You don’t know how you could cope - the fanatic in you and the work version of you are suddenly at war. 

“C’mon, I don’t bite. “ He smirks. 

And so you sigh in defeat, standing up and sitting beside him on the bed with your back leaning against the wall like him. He smiles now in triumph. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask a reasonable and professional question. 

You have never brought back someone from the past to the present time. Lord knows what the possible side effects could be, what those could do to the person’s body. Even more so, someone you know is already experiencing challenges with his health back in his time period. It does not go unnoticed by you that Elvis’ breathing is abnormal and it is evident in the way he talks, how he would mumble his words before pronouncing them clearly. But you know that this is not a time travelling side effect, this is how he was back then - his known respiratory issues. Nevertheless, you feel your heart pinch at the reality of seeing it all before you. 

“Better now I have something to eat. Now, I’d much prefer to talk about you.” He says his flirtatious ways are not a surprise, but nevertheless you feel your face heat up. 

You spend the next hour just talking with Elvis. You find yourself mentally pinching yourself every now and again, as the reality of it all feels incomprehensible to you who is an Elvis fan. You find him stuttering from time to time and mumbling his words, but that boyish charm and that all too well-known southern drawl in his tone. You found yourself laughing, and you are pretty sure that your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. You’ve heard about Elvis’ sense of humour, but experiencing it yourself is a different matter. 

However, you found that no matter how much you try to divert the conversation back to him, he persists on getting it back to you. In which you found yourself involuntarily blushing as he gazed at you intently, his eyes drifting from your eyes to your lips from time to time. An action you know could very well indicate something, but before that could really go anywhere - you turn your head away very swiftly and clear your throat. 

Reminding yourself that this is work. You are at work. Work that so happens to now involve being in a room watching over Elvis Presley. 

“I-uhm-” You sputter, trying to find something, well anything really to change the subject of conversation. Your prayers seem to have been answered by the door opening and in comes Francine. 

“How’d it go?” You quickly ask her. 

She nods, “Good. All good.” Francine replies, going with a short answer knowing that she needs to be cautious with her words, as confidentiality is key with someone from the past being in the room. 

You sighed in relief at the news, “I’m glad.” 

Francine shuts the door behind her and approaches Elvis, they exchange introductions. But you know that Francine will receive a report from you later on about how he is really doing, in terms of health. 

“Y/N, can I please talk to you outside?” Francine asks, glancing back at Elvis very briefly. 

You nod and look back at Elvis, “I’ll be back, okay?” 

He smirks, “I’m not going anywhere, honey.” 

Once you exit the room and are now in Francine’s office, you are shortly joined by Ashton and Colin. They proceed to explain the details of their mission, but all your brain could focus on is the rock ‘n roll star that is sitting down by himself only a few feet away from you. Nevertheless, you pay attention to their explanation enough to know that the mission was a success. 

“So, how has he been?” Francine asks, you know she’s referring to Elvis. 

You nod, “Fine. Nothing too crazy, which is lucky, given that he was dragged into a time machine and dropped 50 years into the future.” You emphasise, as you shot both Ashton and Colin a look. 

They both just shrugged. 

“Hey, that’s good news right.” Ashton says. 

You sighed, “We need to get him back as soon as possible. Keeping him longer than necessary, well the fact that he is even here at all is already madness itself. “ 

Even though deep down in your heart, your fan heart, you didn’t quite mind that you get to spend time with him. But you know that this is not his time, he has to go back. 

Francine nods at your words, “I agree with Y/N. The longer we keep him here, the more possible consequences it could have to the past. We can’t have that.” 

Colin speaks up, “But how do we know that Max isn’t going to go back for him?” 

You become quiet. He does have a point, one you didn’t really think over. If he is returned now, how do we know that Max isn’t just going to repeat what he already attempted the first time around?

You all grow quiet for a few seconds. 

It was Francine who was the first to speak up, “We can’t be certain. But I do know that Max’s patience is not the greatest. If he does go back, he would’ve done it by now while we are here talking. Look how fast he time jumped to JFK. I have a feeling he won’t be returning for Elvis.” She confidently concludes. 

Colin slowly nods, “Fair enough. But I say we wait a while before returning Elvis back, just to make sure.” 

“Yeah, I agree with Colin.” Ashton says. 

You all then conclude that Elvis will have to spend three more hours before he is returned back to 1973. It is now just gone 10PM, which means all three of you need to go home now and get some rest, because you never know when Max time jumps again and you need all the energy you can when that happens. On that note, Colin and Ashton go home and you are now walking back to the room with Francine to say goodbye to Elvis for now. Francine informed you that she has called back the Doctor and Nurse to watch over him in the meantime, while you go home to rest. 

You both enter the room to find Elvis has fallen asleep. You quietly approach him and tap his shoulder gently, preparing to say your goodbye. He instantly wakes up at your action, as you know that he is a light sleeper - as his chronic insomnia being one thing he tried to fight. 

“Hi, darling.” He instantly grins at you. 

“I just wanted to say goodbye.”

He frowns at your words, “Goodbye?”

“Only for the meantime. I need to go home to get some sleep, but I’ll be back in a few hours.” You smile at him. 

But your words don’t seem to ease the frown on his lips. 

“Can’t you just stay here?” He asks, voice soft. 

Francine clears her throat and you almost forgot that she is in the room. 

“Don’t worry, Mr. Presley. I have the most competent medical professionals that will look after you while Y/N is resting.” Francine says.

But Elvis shakes his head, “No thanks, Ma’am. But I’m perfectly fine with Y/N.” 

You sigh at his stubbornness. 

“I assure you, they’ll take good care of you.” Francine repeats again. 

“I need to rest, Elvis. You’ll be fi-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Elvis grasps your hand and you gasp. 

“What if I come with her?” He asks, looking at Francine. 

You and Francine both share a look of shock, eyes widened. 

“Elvis, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You say, knowing that this is an insane idea and judging by the look on Francine’s face she’s sharing similar thoughts. 

“Mr Presley, with all due respect, I don’t think that is a safe option for you. Y/N will return after three hours, and then we’ll get you back home.” Francine explains, hoping that it is enough to convince him. 

Elvis’ eyebrows furrowed, “You’ll take me back to my time in three hours?”

You nod, “Yeah, the hours will go by fast.” 

He is silent for a while, his head down low in thought. You exchanged looks with Francine, perhaps he’ll finally agree. 

“Even more reason why I should go with Y/N.” He speaks up and you sigh. 

“Ma’am, I appreciate your concern about my health.” He looks at Francine, “But I-I’m most comfortable with Y/N. She’s the one I know the most since being here. I promise I won’t be trouble. It’s like you say after three hours, I’ll be gone.” He pleads, eyes hopeful. 

You slightly understand his stubbornness now. He does have a point somehow, if you look at it all from his perspective. It’s not a normal circumstance at all, and the person that he really knows was you. He only trusts you. And who can blame him? It was such an unusual situation, and you know in yourself you’d be acting the exact same way if you were in his shoes. 

You are snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Francine finally say something.

“Alright. I trust you to keep your word, Mr. Presley.” Francine says, giving him a look of warning. 

Elvis smiles in triumph, “Thank you, Ma’am.” 

Francine then turns to you, “Are you okay with this, Y/N?” 

You nod, not really being able to say anything right now.

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Oh my god, this is actually happening. You say to yourself, trying to calm down and not freak out. Before leaving the headquarters, Francine was quick to warn you. She knew that you were a fan of Elvis, and of course by him being in your apartment - that is definitely crossing the line you’ve made between work life and personal life. But this is it. 

The drive to your apartment was anything but quiet, as even in the night time, the difference between the ‘70s and 2023 are strikingly standing out. This of course meant that Elivs was gawking at the difference in buildings, and the signs, the clothes people wore, and not to mention the cars that you drove past. It made your heart hurt a little to see him so excited, knowing that this will be the only time he’ll really live to see 2023. 

You’ve planned to go home to rest, but you really do think you won’t have much sleep. You’ll be too busy trying to worry about Elvis. You break out of your thoughts as you open the door to your apartment, letting Elvis enter first and then you. You quickly lock the door and flick the light on. 

“Make yourself at home. I’m just going to get changed, okay?” You tell him. 

Elvis smiles, “This is a cute place you’ve got here, honey.”

You change out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable - the typical sweatpants and sweatshirt. You then opted for letting you hair down, out of the strict ponytail it was previously in. You quickly to your night skin care routine, and went back to the living room. 

You see Elvis not on the couch, as you expected, but in front of the Google Home Hub that was on your kitchen counter. His eyebrows were furrowed as he muttered curses to himself, frustration so evident. You bit back a smile at his confusion.

You walk over to him, “Hi, what are you up to?” 

He looks over to you, his eyes briefly glancing at you from head-to-toe and not in a subtle way either. He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck and points at the Google Home Hub. 

“This. The hell is this thing? What’s a tiny television doing on your kitchen counter?” He asks, and you can’t help but laugh at his assumption. 

“It’s not a TV. It’s like a um. . .  how could I describe it,” You mumble to yourself and then snapped your fingers.

“It’s like you know a very thin computer screen? Well, it’s that. You can search any information that you want to know, it’s like an encyclopaedia. But instead of having a keyboard attached to it, you can just tap with your fingers. But on this version, you can use your voice.” 

Elvis tilts his head at you, “Honey, I don’t know what the hell you just said.” He laughs.

You cannot help but laugh at his adorable confusion. 

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Your eyes open, awakening from slumber. You yawn, quickly glancing at the clock in your living room as it reads 12.30AM. In just thirty minutes, you’ll be meeting back up with the team at the Headquarters - ready for Elvis to go home. Speaking of, you look around in a slight panic, but sigh in relief once you see Elvis on the couch with his eyes wide open as he stares at the ceiling. You originally thought about just sleeping in your own bed, but decided it wasn’t the best idea if you wanted to keep an idea on him. Instead, you opted for sleeping on the other couch right across from him in the living room. 

You spoke for a long time before you fell asleep. Both of you are so caught up in your own conversation. After of course trying to explain to Elvis the technology of today, in which he failed terribly at, but you both just laughed at it. He then went on to ask about what other ‘future things’ are available that differs greatly from the 1970s. But you also explained to him that some trends have been going in cycles and are coming back, like fashion for instance. He was quick to find your collection of vinyls, which inevitably led to him discovering your numerous vinyls of his records. He was quick to tease you about it, in which you shyly admitted that you were in fact a fan. 

But then the conversation turned from light-hearted to something a little heavier. You just weren’t prepared for it at all. Elvis noticed how whenever he would make a comment about him being an ‘old man’ in this time, you would grow silent very quickly and refuse to look him in the eye. Then again when he would question and wonder how he’d be living in this time period, so far from the young man that bursted into the scene in the 1950s. On how many people really are a fan of him, how many people remember him. Remember his music, he means. As he presumed that he retired from the music industry and just settled into family life. That is all his presumption of where he is in 2023. 

But then he caught you simply nodding hesitatingly at his theories, and he knew then and there that there was something you were hiding. You knew that before he leaves this time, his memories will be erased anyway, and so you told him. You told him about his unfortunate ending in this world. 

It was difficult for you to tell him, as you saw how watery his eyes got in seconds and how he was shaking his head in refusal of the truth. You couldn’t help but approach him and wrap your arms around him, wishing and hoping that it was different. You know that hugging him is not professional, but this one time, you had to make an exception. 

You saw that it was already 11PM now, it was time to get rest. You knew that your eyes were growing heavy, but you were worried about Elvis, knowing that sleep never was easy for him. But he assured you to not mind him, and just close your eyes. 

Now, it was 12.30am and you are curious to know if he had any shut eye. 

“You’re awake.” You say, and he turns his head to you with that smile of his. 

“I woke up just a little while ago, don’t worry.” He replies. 

You nod and you are unsure of what to say. Your last conversation before falling asleep was a heavy subject. 

“You know, I wished you lived in my time.” He jokes. 

“Why?”

“I-It’s hard to find people to talk to about all the stuff I wanna talk about. You know, they brush it off and are never really interested in it all.” He says, referring to earlier times when you let him speak extensively about all the spiritual books that he’s read and his questions about the universe, and the world in general. 

You are unsure how to respond, “I’m sorry. “ knowing that he always found it difficult to have someone to talk to about his interest, as everyone, even his closest friends laughed at him and didn’t really listen. 

“It gets so lonesome sometimes.” He continues, and you feel pain in your heart for him.

“And I ain’t stupid, you know. I know when a girl is pretending to be listening to me just because they want something else from me. But not you. And I don’t think it’s because it’s your job,” He shakes his head, “I think it’s just cause you are a good person. I can see that.” 

You smile, glad that he feels that way. 

“Thank you, Elvis. But you really are smarter than you give yourself credit for. Nothing you ever say can be too much or crazy.” You say to him, and he stands up and approaches you. 

He is silent, but his gaze keeps flickering from your eyes and your lips.

“Damn, how I wish I’d met you in my time.” He whispers, and then slowly you find him planting a kiss on your cheek. Your face heats up as he pulls away, and he is grinning at your flustered expression. 

Not long after, you receive a call from Francine that it’s time to meet back at the headquarters. You quickly change into your work uniform, grab your car keys and head out the door with Elvis. The drive back to the headquarters was quiet. 

Once entering, you immediately are greeted by Ashton, Colin and Francine. Francine tells you that she has decided that you join the team now in returning Elvis to his time period, after all, he’ll forget about this all anyway once you land there. Francine instructs you that to wipe his memory, you’ll have to wrap a bracelet around his wrist, which will make him fall into a slumber. Once he is asleep, the bracelet will shine green indicating that his memory from this event has been successfully removed, and you can then take off the bracelet. 

“Well, it was nice seeing 2023 even if it was short.” He says, grinning and then goes on to thank Francine. 

You were surprised at first on why Francine told you that Ashton won’t be coming on this trip. It will only be you, Elvis, and Colin. But Francine explained that Ashton opted out to get more rest, and besides, there’s only three seats in the time machine. Colin and Elvis went ahead on being seated and putting seatbelts on. 

This is when you pull Ashton aside, “You are the most energetic person I know, Are you okay?” You bombard him with questions. 

Ashton chuckles, “I’m more than okay, Y/N. “

“Then why did you-”

He leans over to your ear to whisper, “You are a huge fan of his. This will mean more to you than it will to me.”

You look at him in surprised, “Thank you.” You say to him sincerely. 

He simply smirks and ushers you to hurry, “Go, now. Before the machine leaves without you.”

“Oh, shut up.”

It was quick. Next thing you know, you have landed. After regaining initial shock from being in the ‘70s, you feel yourself become upset at the prospect of saying goodbye to Elvis. You know that you have to do this. But from all the conversations you’ve had in such a short period of time, being that close to him - you wished it never ended. 

But it will now, because now you are both standing in his hotel suite. Colin already said his goodbyes, as he waited outside the door. 

“Quickest trip I’ve ever been on, a plane has nothing on that machine.” He jokes, in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

You simply chuckle. 

“So, this is the part where you’ll make me forget?” He confirms, eyes downcasted. 

You nod, “Yeah.”

He has already explained how the bracelet will work. 

“Do you have to?” He asks, voice soft and gentle and you almost want to say ‘No, I don’t want to.’

You smile a little at him, “You know I do. It’ll mess-”

“Mess history up, I know.”

Silence.

“What if you stay?”

How you wish it were that easy. 

You shake your head, “You know I can’t do that, Elvis.”

He sighs, knowing you are right. He belongs in this time and you belong in yours. It’s just such a cruel thing that the one person he feels connected to, more than anyone else, happens to be you - a girl very, very far away from him. He almost cursed at the universe on why it had to be this difficult. 

“Thank you for everything, Y/N. “ He finally says, as he takes a seat on his bed. 

“It was no problem at all. “ You say, words are suddenly hard to find. 

“Are you ready?” You ask, in which he nods and takes a deep breath. 

You place the bracelet around his wrist, and in a matter of seconds - his eyes close. You were quick to hold onto the back of his head, as you gently placed his head on the pillow. You then propped up his legs, so now that he was in a comfortable position as he sleeps. The bracelet turns green, and you remove it from him. 

Perhaps you didn’t realise it then, but now you do - tears spill from your eyes, slowly staining your cheeks. A whirlwind of emotions escape your heart - the last hours of being with him, and the reality of his ending. You wished you didn’t have to make him forget, in hopes that he’ll change his ways and live longer. But you knew you couldn’t do that. 

As you look at the raven-haired man in front of you, you gently leave a kiss on his cheek and whisper to him, “I’ll always remember you.” 

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Elvis is awoken from his sleep by Jerry, who tells him that rehearsals start soon and he should get something to eat. But Jerry’s words escape Elvis’ focus. 

“E.P?” Jerry says, trying to catch his attention. 

“Yeah?” Elvis replies.

“You okay?” Jerry asks, worry evident on his face. 

Elvis furrows his eyebrows, “Yeah, I'm good. I just had this really strange dream, man.” 

“What dream?”

“Well, I can’t really tell if it was a dream. It was dark but there was this voice, a woman’s voice.” Elvis explains, his forehead knotted in confusion. 

Jerry wanted to ask if it may be his mother. 

But Elvis confirms that it’s certainly not, “It wasn’t my mama. No, this voice is different.” 

Jerry crosses his arms over his chest, “What was the voice saying?”

Elvis shakes his head and looks back at his friend, “She kept saying the same words over and over again.”

“Which is?”

“I’ll always remember you.” 

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It has been a few weeks now since Elvis returned to his time, and so you went back to your normal life. It was hard at first, trying to process the reality of everything that happened. You know it’s different now though whenever you listen to his music, a different kind of feeling. 

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that again?” You say into your phone. You were on the phone to your best friend, who was planning a surprise for their partner, and so he needed your help. Now he was saying the address to the surprise location, and you frantically were trying to find a piece of paper to jot down the address. 

You go through magazines and post-it notes filled with phone numbers and random lists written down. You finally find a small blank piece of paper, slipped in the very corner of one of the magazines on the coffee table. You click your pen and are ready to scribble down the address, but pause when you find out the paper isn’t exactly blank as you remove it from inside the magazine. 

Your eyes quickly trail off the words written, “Um sorry, can I call you back?” You say to your friend on the phone, in which he agrees and you both end the phone call. 

You gasp in disbelief because there on the paper was his handwriting. It read:

‘Thank you for listening and being there for me. You helped me more than you think, Y/N. Don’t forget me.’ E.P.

You were certain that it was his handwriting. You can’t believe it. There you were thinking that you’ll only have a memory of him, but now there is this. Something that you can treasure forever and you can’t help, but think that sometimes life has it’s way of gifting you small miracles. . . just in time. 

𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁. elvis presley

PAIRING ➨ elvis presley x f!reader

GENRE ➨ smut

SUMMARY ➨ when you get accepted to play the role of ellie corbett in blue hawaii, you never knew how a single role in your entire career could change your life.

WARNINGS ➨ smut, oral (m receiving), spanking, fingering, multiple orgasms.

SELENE NOTE ➨ another spur of the moment thing, you can imagine it with either austin butler!elvis or irl!elvis, but it's supposed to be elvis, nonetheless.

MASTERLIST

you seemed to be getting bent over things recently. just yesterday, elvis had you bent over his knees, spanking you as hard and fast as he could for the scene the two of you had to shoot, and today, once filming had been done, he had your head bent over the side of his bed, dangling off as he thrusted himself deep into your mouth, your hands gripping onto his thighs as tightly as you could without stopping any circulation. his skin tasted sweet, rubbing along the length of your tongue, while the tip was salty, precum dripping along your tongue to the back of your throat. 

a while ago you stopped taking the deep breaths your lungs screamed at you for, burning deep in your chest as your esophagus was being abused by the singer. any other man and you wouldn’t have allowed them to use you like this, wouldn’t have allowed them to brandish their teeth marks against your skin as their cock imprinted its size and shape into your throat. but here you were, doing just that, and you would feel elvis’ guitar fingers rub against the folds of your cunt, going in fast circles against your clit to give you the pleasure you so greatly sought, and whenever you would gag around him, the firm slaps he would place against them. he’s brought you to however many orgasms to the point where you could feel the now cool cum pooling underneath your ass, sticking to the inside of your thighs, all while your throat has taken so many of his own orgasms to the point where all you could feel was the viscous liquid keeping your passageways lubed up for him. 

he would often pull out to let you breathe and regain your composure, as well as releasing his cum onto your cheeks or tits, taking his free hand to rub it into your skin. you knew for sure that you weren’t going to be able to speak as well as you normally would the next day, the abuse he had put on your poor throat would eventually show up as soreness and the occasional rasp you would surely have. 

but as of right now, with elvis singing praises into the night air, you really couldn’t give two shits. not when he was saying your name in such a way that brought tingles to your pussy.

you had started as a minor actress in large movies, usually playing background characters, before you finally got your big break in a streetcar named desire next to marlon brando, and shortly after that, loving each other’s performances and the casting directors noticing the natural chemistry the two of you had, they began casting the two of you opposite each other in other films, usually as the leading couple.

despite the slight repetitiveness of it, the two of you had remained good friends, and even having to go as far as the repeating that many times whenever you two would give interviews to the press. not a single person bought it, of course, as they only ever saw the two of you on-screen, and not in your day to day lives. he usually lived in his mansion in los angeles while you lived in a quaint apartment in new york, preferring to save your money in case any career problems arise. it was finally in 1960, almost nine years since continuously filming romance movies with marlon brando, with the odd role where you were just friends, you had finally landed the role of ellie corbett in blue hawaii opposite elvis presley, and to say that you were excited was an understatement. in all honesty, you have left a nice y/n sized hole in your bedroom ceiling after having jumped on your bed too high. 

not that you would tell elvis that. 

meeting him had been a fever dream. the man that had been around since 1956, making it big within a couple of weeks of releasing his first album, was incredibly down-to-earth and polite. he made sure to shake your hand and ask your name when you were introduced as his co-star. 

when everyone had down time from filming, he would pick up his guitar, immediately strumming a familiar tune to everyone, and he would sing, loud and clear, for everyone to hear before the director called for everyone to get in their places. 

the scene you were most anxious to film was the drowning scene, where your character would run out into the water before elvis saved her, giving her a punishment shortly after for doing such a thing. however, it wasn’t the fact that it would be elvis spanking you that made you anxious, it was your reaction to it. something that you had found out years prior was the love for the feeling of someone marking their handprints on your ass, and seeing elvis strum his guitar did nothing to help that. his hands were big, strong, capable to lifting both yourself and your co-stars whenever the scene called for it. 

you had gotten obsessed with the way they felt, when they would push you away from him, as the script said, and whenever they pushed your hair back from your face when the wind picked up. they were warm too, you realized, when you had to be picked up onto a counter, and he had gotten a little too close to your breasts, thumbs rubbing against the bottom as his hands encased your ribs. he surely felt all of the air rush out of you, leaving you breathless and peering deep into his eyes, trying to seem like a scolded child and not a some aroused woman.

“you know what you need?” he asked, anger pouring through his eyes. he was indeed a good actor, you had realized these past few months. “a good ol’ fashioned spanking.” this had awakened something in your core, and you tried everything in your power to not let the smirk make its way across your face. 

“m- maybe i do,” you had cried, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. “nobody ever cared enough about me, even for that.”

“alright, eleanor, if that’ll prove that somebody does care,” he roughly pulled your arm, causing you to bend over his lap, gripping onto his thighs as you looked down at the ground. “you wouldn’t dare!”

“wouldn’t i dare? wouldn’t i?” his hand raised up, landing firm smacks against your soft bottom, and you cried as you were told to do, but sometime in the middle, when you had finally stopped caring for the noises you were making, a moan had finally erupted from your mouth, and with burning cheeks, you realized what had made you do that. 

sometime during his harsh spanks, elvis had lost his hand placement, and had landed a firm smack against your cunt, sending pleasure shooting along your already too-stimulated body. thankfully, none of the others caught on to it, and the two of you continued the scene like nothing happened. when norman taurog finally called, “cut!”, you scrambled out of the singer’s lap, looking down at your feet as you rushed to your dressing room. 

embarrassment burned against your cheeks, and you wished that a hole would swallow you up to get away from elvis. you knew he had heard your moan, as when it had come out, he landed another firm smack against your cunt and you had seen him do his little left-sided smirk when you looked back at him. “please don’t,” your eyes had pleaded to him. he knew of your crush on him, one of the crew members had told him one drunken night while they watched everyone else ate s’mores around a fire.

he could tell from the way your eyes looked at him during certain scenes, when your character was trying to find a way to get his character, chadwick, to fall in love with her. 

he decided to follow you back to your dressing room, quietly as he followed the pink chiffon robe you had been forced to wear. when you had tried closing your door, he stuck his hand out to stop it, a loud bang! emerging from the interruption, and you had jumped around to face him. “elvis, what are you -” you had only begun before he smashed his lips against yours, his long arms wrapping around you to get you closer to him. 

his hand had come down to grip your ass, and he felt himself smirk when he heard you moan against him. 

“maybe you really do need a good ol’ fashioned spanking.”

I NEED MORE AUSTIN BUTLER FANFICS PLEASE!! LITERAL IT'S LIKE AIR FOR MY LUNGS AT THIS POINT, IF I DON'T HAVE MORE I'M GOING TO PASS OUT!

Serenade

blurb of austin being an amazing husband and dad to actress!reader and little Presley🫶

Warnings: I couldn’t resist naming their daughter Presley for obvious reasons, but of course you can change it if you want, reader is very exhausted, unedited again I know I’m horrible🫣 other than that it’s fluff to the max and it makes me want to cry❤️

you had been in your’s and Austin’s shared office for most of the day preparing for an upcoming role in one of the biggest films you’ve had the honour of working on. The only time you had spent outside of dim lit room was in the morning when you and Austin had made breakfast for your four year old daughter. He and Presley had been left to fend for themselves for the past week while you worked tirelessly on your preparation.

You gazed exhaustedly at the wall clock on the opposite side of the room from where you were hunched over on the small couch, book in hand. Your brained was officially fried. The words on the pages began to float around and you had to re-read a sentence at least five times to process the information. Not to mention the soreness in your neck and back from the uncomfortable position you had acquired about two hours ago.

You attempted to blink the tiredness from your eyes, but you couldn’t shake the utter exhaustion that had settled in your body and mind. So, like any person who isn’t completely insane, you decided to take a break. You knew that this break could possibly end with you passed out in your king sized bed, but you frankly didn’t give a shit.

You sat up from your awkward position and stretched, all of your bones cracking in unison. As you began to make your way to the door of your office a soft melody floated into the room. You made your way quietly down the dark hallway that lead to your spacious living room. Just as you thought, at the grand piano sat your husband with your baby girl on his lap. You wouldn’t be able to tell that Presley was there if it wasn’t for the little pieces of blonde hair that stuck up above the piano.

You leant your stiff shoulder against the wall so you could observe the precious moment without disturbing.

Austin began to play, effortlessly hitting every note correctly. You noticed the song as Unchained Melody, one of Austin’s favourite Elvis tunes and one he would sing to your daughter quite often. The bond between Austin and Presley was everything you had hoped for. Austin was an absolutely incredible dad and always made the effort to be with Presley whenever he could. You were beyond grateful for such an amazing husband.

Once Austin was about halfway through the song, you slowly made your way over to the piano. He didn’t to notice you as he was too immersed in the song until your arms tenderly wrapped around his shoulders. Your head heavily rested on top of his as you continued to listen to his beautiful voice.

After another minute, Austin’s fingers stopped moving along the keys and moved up to softly rub your arms.

“you okay, honey?” he whispered, the rasp of his voice causing your heart to skip a beat.

“mhm,” you hummed in response, “just tired.”

Austin nodded and let go of your arms after moving them off of his shoulders so he could rise from the bench with a sleeping Presley in his arms. You giggled softly and Austin smiled.

“she fell asleep half way through the song.” Austin laughed quietly, trying his hardest not to wake her up. He began slowly walking towards the stairs and up to Presley’s room, beckoning you to follow him.

Once your daughter was tucked in her bed, Austin turned to you and engulfed you in a warm hug. Your head heavily leant against his chest where his heart was as you sighed. You were finally beginning to relax.

Austin kissed the top of your head tenderly as he said, “I think you need a break tomorrow.”

A grin slipped across your lips as you looked up at him. His bright blue eyes shone beautifully under the light of Presley’s lamp.

“yeah, I think so too.” You simply responded before lifting onto your toes, delicately grabbing his face in both your hands and laying a gentle kiss on his lips.

You could feel him smiling against yours as you pulled away and gazed amorously into his eyes.

“but only under one condition.” You smirked.

A soft laugh left his mouth, his mind wandering to places they probably shouldn’t have while standing in your daughter’s bedroom.

“and what would that be?” He questioned, genuinely curious as to what you were thinking.

“you have to sing unchained melody for me again” you stated more than asked, already knowing that Austin would do anything for you.

“of course, sweetheart.” and he sealed the deal with another kiss.

hi guys! okay so i know i rarely post and yous are probably shocked that i am but i am just curious if the blog ‘sweet-villain’ is working for yous if you were to go into it ? its as if they’ve gotten banned so i wanted to ask if it was working for you 💞