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drtyelvisfantasy · 4 months

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Solider Boy💌🤍

parings: 50s!Elvis x female!reader

summary: Elvis has been stationed in Germany for 3 years, but to your love is the only thing that’s keeping you going

songs for the fic: Solider Boy- Elvis Presley, It’s Been A Long, Long Time- Kitty Allen, I Love You For Sentimental Reasons,m- The Righteous Brothers

The news of Elvis's deployment to Germany weighed heavily on you and Elvis’s hearts. You both sat together in your small living room, hands intertwined, grappling with the impending separation.

"I can't believe it's happening, El," you murmured, with tears in your eyes and your voice filled with sorrow.

"I know, baby. I wish I didn't have to go," Elvis said softly, pulling you into a tight embrace. "But duty calls."

She buried her face in his chest, clinging to him as if to delay the inevitable. "Three years... it feels like an eternity."

You looked up at him, your gaze searching his eyes for solace. "Promise me, Elvis. Promise me you won't forget. That you'll come back."

He stroked your hair gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I promise, darlin'. I'll write ya every day. Call ya whenever I can. You won't feel like I'm far away."

As the day of departure drew near, your home was filled with bittersweet moments. As you were packing your bags tears started to well in your eyes,

“I can’t believe you’re leaving, Elvis”, you say while wiping away your tears.

“Aw, c’mon now. Don’t cry, baby. It’s gonna be alright.” He says to as he hold you in his arms.

“Why do they have to take you away from me for so long? It’s not fair.”

At the airport, your last moments together were a silent conversation of love, spoken through tearful gazes and tight embraces. "I love you, Elvis," with tears rolling down your face as you whispered, your voice quivering with emotion.

"I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything," Elvis replied, holding her as if trying to freeze time.

When Elvis saw you crying he immediately comforted you. “Hey, satnin don’t cry. The last thing I wanna see is a sad lil face as I’m leaving.”

“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself? Please Elvis.”

“I promise baby. I’ll be safe. Take care of yourself too, okay?”

You nodded in agreement. Seeing him board that plane knowing you won’t see him for three years was the most heartbreaking thing ever. But his promises to write you letters and call you any chance he gets was the only thing kept you sane.

True to his word, letters from Elvis arrived regularly, each one a lifeline across the distance. Pages filled with his thoughts, his yearnings, his unwavering love for you. You cherished every word, reading and rereading, feeling his presence in every carefully penned line.

The phone became your sanctuary, the ring signaling the nightly connection across continents. "How's my girl doing today?" Elvis's voice would crackle through the line.

"I miss you, El," she'd reply, her voice filled with longing. "But your letters... they keep me going."

“I know, darlin’. Wish I could be there holdin’ you right now”.

“Me too El. But hearing your voice… it’s comforting.” You say wishfully.

“I reckon it’s the same for me, hearin’ your voice. Makes this place feel a little less lonely.” Elvis says with a smile on his face.

“You’re not causing a ruckus over there, are you?”, you say teasingly.

“Nah, just keepin’ my head down. But I’m countin’ the days ‘til I’m back home with you”

“Can’t wait for that day, El”.

“Me neither, baby. ‘Til then, just hold on tight. I’m right here, thinkin’ ’bout you every minute.”

Your conversation continued, each word spoken across the miles carrying the weight of the love the two of you shared, bridging the gap between them until the two of you could be together again.

Months turned into a year, then two. Yet, your love remained steadfast, growing stronger with each letter, each call, a testament to your unwavering commitment.

The day finally arrived when Elvis returned home. The anticipation, the nerves, the overwhelming joy—they all collided as you stood at the airport, scanning the crowd until your eyes met his.

Your reunion with Elvis was a whirlwind of emotions, tears, and laughter. You both held each other as if trying to merge into one, the both of your hearts finally reunited after enduring the agony of separation.

"You're home, El," you whispered, your voice filled with disbelief and joy.

"I kept my promise, baby," Elvis said, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I'm back where I belong—with you."

His embrace spoke volumes, reaffirming the love that had withstood the test of time and distance. As the two of you walked hand in hand, heading back to their shared home, you both knew that no amount of separation could diminish the love the two of you held for each other.

#elvis presley x reader #elvis presley fluff #austin!elvis x reader #elvis presley #austin butler x reader #elvis presley x you #50s elvis #happy birthday Elvis

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liv-does-stuff · 9 months

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“Happy Birtday Dumbass”

Hasan Piker X Reader

Warning:cussing but that’s it

A/n: I’m so sorry for whatever this bullshit is I’m high asf right now and I proof read this as best as I could.

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You and Hasan rarely fought. Yes you argued over trivial things sometimes, but you could count on your fingers the amount of times you actually had a bad fight and boy was this a bad fight. It all started Monday, you had spent the whole summer so far trying to help your best friend move down to North Carolina, God knows why, with you being away for the a few months you had seen Hasan only a few times through June and July , but you made sure you would be there for his birthday. Now you may be wondering where the fighting came in and here’s the answer. One night you had been on the phone with your boyfriend, trying to find a cheap flight, but they were all pricey.

“Y/n don’t worry if it’s that big of a deal I’ll just buy the ticket.” Hasan said tired of your complaining. You were quick to shoot that down by saying, “Oh absolutely not It’s supposed to be your birthday party and I would feel bad if you bought the ticket.” He sighed, “Y/n, could just stop complaining then, I’m trying to be nice, but you’ve literally just bitched this whole call.” Normally Hasan wouldn’t have said something like this to 𝘺𝘰𝘶, but today had stressed him out, his stream was glitching and Austin was late to the podcast and it threw everything off. He never meant to bring his anger out on you, but he had and you weren’t about to take that, “Excuse me”, you said taken aback by his change in tone, “I’m so sorry that I was trying to do something nice for your fuckin birthday and yea what if I started complaining? These Flights aren’t cheap and it’s frustrating !” He sighed into the phone, “Then don’t come”, he said lowly. “What are you even saying?” You said quietly. “If it’s such an inconvenience the don’t show up.” He stated. You hadn’t meant to say it, but you did, “Fine”, you hung up the phone with a sigh.

2 days had past and Hasan hadn’t reached out. Too be fair you hadn’t either, but even so you still planned on making it to his party, which is why you were up at 3 am trying to book a flight for tomorrow and finally you got a good deal. Hasan was having a dinner around 7 with his friends and your flight landed at 5:30 so you decided to make a call.

“Hey Austin I need your help.” You said after he picked up on the 4th ring.

“Y/n what the fuck I was asleep!?” He said groggily trying to make sense of why you were calling.

“So yea can you pick me up and take me with you tomorrow?” You asked after explaining everything that had happened.

“Of course y/n/n, but seriously if you wake me up like this one more time I’ll beat you ass.” You snorted as he said that. After a few more minutes of talking you said bye and hung up.

After your plane landed you went to look for Austin and once you made eye contact you ran up and hugged him. “Oh my god I missed you so much bitch!” You both laughed. He broke the hug and led you to the car. You were nervous to say the least, you didn’t know if Hasan would still be pissed or if he would be happy to see you. You really didn’t want to ruin his birthday for him. Austin seemed to notice your worrying because he looked at you and said, “Don’t worry y/n he misses you he just wants to give you space.” You nodded and soon the conversation drifted off into how Austin’s love life was going which made the drive go by quicker, and soon you were parked at Hasans house. God you missed this place. Austin ran up the door, knocked and shouted, “Hasan it’s Austin I brought you an amazing present.” The door began to open, “Austin why the fuck are you thirty minutes la- y/n?” Hasan locked eyes with you, you wanted to hug him and run your hands through his curls right there, but you resisted. Austin walked into the house and winked at you. Hasan shut the door and you immediately fell into him not caring if he was mad or not you just needed him, he wrapped his arms around you. “Y/n I thought you weren’t gonna come.” He sighed. You looked up at him, “Hasan I’m so sorr-“, he cut you off, “No I am you didn’t do anything I was just being a dick.” You laughed, “Yea you kinda were.” He smiled and you got on your tip toes to kiss him. You giggled into the kiss and he whispered, “I love you”

“Happy birthday dumbass.”

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itsmyfriendisaac · 1 year

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♉ April 23rd: Cocky Boy, Austin Avery.

#birthdays #taurus #earth signs #austin avery #media #boyfriends

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dearaustinbutler · 2 years

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Thank you Baz for sharing so many amazing photos 🔥

#austin butler #elvis #happy birthday Austin #august 17

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pascow · 9 months

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I think beauty is less of an objective thing than it is a way in which we experience the world, because when you think about it, you could walk by a beautiful rose and be having a bad day and you won’t appreciate it. Or, you walk by it a thousand times and stop seeing it for what it is. But when we take the time to really be present, and actually take in the world with all of our senses, there’s so much beauty around us in every place. I think it’s more of the filter through which we see the world.

#austin butler #austinbutleredit #usermattz #mancandykings #actors #happy birthday to this babe!!!#gifs by christine

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austinbutlermischief · 6 months

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So the beginning part of 2024 I will be finally taking a trip to Memphis, TN to visit Graceland. I have an amazing best friend who is helping make this happen!

#elvis presley #graceland #i cant wait #best gift for my birthday next year #josaustingifs #joeykinzaustingifs #austin butler elvis #austin butler

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randomluck-ofthe-universe · 8 months

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"the man that this man is..."

I share every single word Tim said.

You truly are a special human being.

Happy Birthday, Armie ♥️

#armie hammer #happy birthday #timothée chalamet #austin 2018

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Late Birthday Present

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician, RPF, Elvis Movie

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader [can be Elvis and Priscilla if you want]

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Original Male Character

Word Count: 3197 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: All she wanted was to make Elvis’ birthday special

Tags/ Warnings: Semi Public Sex, Kissing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Arguing, Angst, Jealousy, Double Standards, Doggy Style, Hollywood, Elvis’ Birthday, Birthdays, Clubbing, Drinking, Alcohol, Jealous E, Set in the 70s, 70s Elvis, Established Relationship, Marriage, Love, Fluff, Possessiveness, Slight Breeding Kink, Slight Dom Elvis, Smut,

Notes: It’s the main man’s big day so how about some smut?

The room was spinning as I placed my forehead against the cool tile of the bathroom stall feeling the effect of the alcohol hit me all at once. I hadn’t realised just how tipsy I was until I was alone in the bathroom with the harsh fluorescents baring down on me. It was my husband Elvis’ birthday and though he didn’t like a fuss I had wanted to make it special and decided to treat him and our friends to a fancy dinner at one of our favourite spots in West Hollywood. The only downside to this was that once we were out we started drinking and soon enough someone suggested we head to a bar and then another and now I was sitting with my head between my legs in a club toilet. After I finished peeing I freshened up and headed out into the bathroom to assess the damage. Surprisingly, I looked okay though the harsh lights made me look a little washed out. I washed my hands and topped up my lipstick before I headed back out into the dark club.

It was busy but not so much that I couldn’t make my way through the crowd. Elvis and his boys were tucked away in a booth at the back of the club with ongoing table service so I spied my chance to get myself another drink. If I switched to water now in front of them I’d surely be deemed as a bad sport so I pitched up at the bar and flagged down the bartender for a bottle of water. As I stood there I felt a presence beside me and I looked to find a man watching me with a kind smile. I smiled back politely before I took my bottle of water and told the bartender to stick it on our ongoing tab. As I took a sip of my drink I glanced to my side again and found him still looking at me.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked as I put my bottle on the counter. ‘Yeah,’ he said turning to me properly, ‘I just feel like I know you from somewhere.’ ‘Oh probably just one of those faces,’ I said. ‘Yeah probably,’ he said eyeing me a little closer, ‘are you an actress?’ ‘No,’ I said, stopping myself from following it up with ‘no but my husband is’ in an attempt to avoid having the same old conversation that gushed about my husband. It’s not that I minded his fans. It was just that having to answer the same questions over and over again got a little tiring. As he watched me I noticed recognition flicker in his eyes which was confirmed as he said, ‘wait you’re Y/N Presley, right?’ ‘That’s me,’ I said with a forced smile. ‘See I always remember a pretty face,’ he chuckled. ‘Just not a name right?’ I ribbed making him laugh. ‘Hey, I got there in the end,’ he smiled which faded a little as he said, ‘so what brings Y/N Presley out on a night like tonight?’ ‘Oh, we’re sorta celebrating,’ I said watching as he looked at me to continue, ‘it’s my husband's birthday.’ ‘Really?’ he asked, ‘wait, is he here?’ ‘Yeah,’ I said turning to point towards the back of the club. ‘No shit that’s awesome,’ he said. ‘Are you a fan?’ I said. He shrugged. ‘I like his music,’ he said though he stopped hesitantly. ‘But?’ I asked. ‘His movies aren’t really my scene,’ he said. I nodded. I couldn’t blame him. If I was being honest Elvis’ movies weren’t really his scene either. He longed to get himself into something more serious, something he could really get his teeth into, but the studios didn’t want that. They knew he would draw a crowd no matter what the content of the film so they relied on old formats and cheap production to capitalise as much as possible. I knew it hurt Elvis that his acting career hadn’t turned out the way he wanted which was why I had been so happy to see him back doing what he did best, performing. There was no way anyone could interfere with his performance when he was on stage. He wasn’t confined to what he was given. He was in total control.

The guy took my silence for offence and instantly started backtracking, ‘I mean not that there’s anything wrong with them per se. I mean I’m not some Hollywood director or anything-’ ‘Don’t worry about it,’ I said waving him off. I changed the subject to move past the feeling of awkwardness, ‘so if you’re not a Hollywood director what do you do?’ ‘Actually, I’m a baseball player,’ he said. ‘Oh, that’s cool,’ I said instantly feeling bad for not recognising him, ‘sorry I don’t follow baseball much.’ ‘I figured,’ he chuckled, ‘don’t worry I expect being married to a living legend keeps you a little busy.’ ‘Just a tad,’ I giggled.

As he went to speak I noticed people around us moving and turned to find Elvis striding through the crowd until he got to us with a few lingering glances following him. His gaze flicked between me and the guy and his jaw clenched. The man didn’t seem to notice as he broke into an expression of wide-eyed wonder but I did and I could tell he was pissed.

‘Hey man. I’m Joe,’ he said sticking his hand out in front of Elvis who shook it quickly, ‘wow, um, nice to meet you.’ ‘Yeah,’ Elvis said somewhat dismissively, his normal suave charm absent. ‘Baby-’ I started. ‘Where’ve you been? I’ve been sitting on my own for nearly twenty minutes’ he said now ignoring Joe and looking at me solely. ‘I went to the bathroom and then I was just getting a drink,’ I said gesturing to the bottle of water on the bar. ‘Sorry man that was probably my fault. I kept her talking,’ the guy said. ‘Must’ve been a damn interesting conversation,’ Elvis said curtly though his volume was a little louder than before causing more heads to turn in our direction. I stepped towards him and placed my hands on his chest. ‘Baby people are lookin’,’ I said quietly noting that several of the boys were now behind him trying to see what the problem was or if they needed to intervene. ‘Let 'em,’ he said, ‘I don’t care.’ ‘Well I do,’ I said. ‘Maybe they were already looking at you flirting with another guy why your husband is sitting all on his own,’ he said looking down at me, anger flaming in his bright blue eyes. ‘Look man it wasn’t like that,’ Joe said from behind me catching Elvis’ attention. ‘I ain’t your man,’ he said, ‘and don’t try and pretend like y’all weren’t cosied up at this bar together. I saw you.’ ‘We were just talking,’ I said indignantly as irritation bubbled through me. ‘Well I don’t like it,’ he said, ‘and it ends now.’ ‘What?’ I gaped pulling back. ‘You heard me,’ he said. ‘I heard you being ridiculous,’ I said, ‘do you think you can just tell me who I can and can't speak to?’ ‘Y/N I am your husband,’ he spat. ‘Not for much longer if you keep being so ridiculous,’ I snapped. And with that, I grabbed my purse from the bar and strode through the crowd and out towards the front door.

As I stepped out into the fresh air I felt a rush come over me. Everything became a little more disconcerting. My feet started to ache in my shoes as they walked along the concrete floor and I could hear the blood whooshing through my ears as the cold January night air hit my system. I didn’t slow down though. I couldn’t. I was too mad. I knew he could be jealous. I knew he was a little overprotective and that it was even worse with the alcohol now running through his veins. But did he really think that if I wanted to stray I’d be doing it in public with him meters away? Or even so, did he think that all it would take to turn my head would be a conversation with some random guy?

Not only that but the double standard of it all really hurt. He had thousands of women throwing themselves at him all the time. Panties littered his stages and numbers were scrawled on walls outside our home and I was expected to be fine with that but he couldn't take seeing me merely speak with another man. It just didn't seem right to me.

The limousine we had taken to the club was still parked outside, the driver leaning against it as he puffed away on his cigarette which he put out as he saw me approaching. As I got close to him he moved to open my door for me but before I could get inside I heard Elvis.

‘Where the hell are you going?’ I turned to find him standing several paces behind me with his hands on his hips and a face like thunder. ‘Home,’ I said turning back around and climbing inside. He was there in a shot, talking to the driver in a low whisper before he climbed inside forcing me to shuffle up along the seat. He slammed the door shut looking at me with irritation.

‘What?’ I said. ‘You walked away from me,’ he said simply as the car started to move. ‘Because you were being an ass,’ I said folding my arms across my chest. ‘You’re flirtin’ with some guy and I’m the ass?’ he asked incredulously. ‘I was having a polite conversation with a guy who knew I was married so yeah I’d say this is on you,’ I said. ‘Well the two of you seemed pretty cosy up there,’ he said. ‘It’s a club!’ I said loudly as my irritation bubbled up more, ‘I could barely hear what he was saying as it was. Which was probably a good thing because all we seemed to talk about was you anyway. Like always,’ I sneered. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ he scoffed. ‘That I spend my life as the wife of Elvis Presley. Every conversation I have seems to revolve around you,’ I said. ‘What so you hate being married to me?’ he said running his tongue along his teeth. ‘Of course not!’ I said my volume dropping a little as I sighed, ‘I just…sometimes it feels like that’s all I am. Like I’m not my own person…and when he came up to me he didn’t know me as that. I wasn’t Y/N Presley. I was just a girl at a club, and yeah I’ll admit at first he might have been trying to hit on me, but I wasn’t really bothered about that. I was just happy someone wanted to talk to me as me and not as your wife.’

Elvis fell silent for a moment, his face softening from the anger he had felt before. He moved towards me, pulling me close to him until his face was inches from mine.

‘I didn't know you felt like that,’ he mumbled. ‘Yeah well, sometimes I do,’ I said, ‘I love you don't get me wrong it’s just-’ ‘Hard?’ he said and I nodded. ‘Honey I know the feeling,’ he said with a sad smile. ‘I wouldn’t change it for the world though,’ I said, ‘that’s what annoyed me…how could you think that I’d have the slightest bit of interest in that guy when I married the best man on the planet.’ ‘You marry someone I didn’t know about?’ he joked making me smile. ‘I mean it,’ I said, ‘you know I’m only yours.’ ‘I know,’ he said kissing my forehead. Now his eyes weren’t on me I felt braver. As if I wanted confirmation he felt the same way and soon enough the words were spilling from me, ‘and anyway it's not like I don't have reasons to get jealous but I don’t. I mean if I got mad every time a girl threw her panties on stage for ya I’d never get anything done.’ ‘You know they don’t mean anything honey,’ he said. ‘I know…you’re all mine right?’ I said as he pulled back and looked at me. He smirked for a moment and then his lips hit mine and he pulled me into him. He kissed me deeply, holding me against him as if I was a life preserver and he was out at sea. When we broke apart I was breathless.

‘What was that for?’ I said. ‘Well, I figured I could tell you that you’re mine or…’ ‘Or?’ I said feeling excitement in my core as he leaned in with a cocky smirk and said, ‘I can show you.’ I nodded and allowed him to kiss me one more, my arms wrapping around his neck as he moved me to lean against the car door. As he kissed along my jaw and neck, his hands caressing my chest through the material of my dress, I became distinctly aware of the driver mere feet away.

‘E,’ I whispered making him pull back. ‘What?’ he said. ‘What about him?’ I said nodding towards the driver's cab. ‘Forget about him,’ he said resuming his course of action. I tried to resist as I thought about the man sitting a stone's throw away but then his hand trailed up my thigh and across the front of my lace panties and my mind went blank as I moaned. Elvis chuckled against my throat eliciting another moan from me before he climbed onto the floor of the limo and parted my legs. I looked down watching him closely as he pushed my dress up around my hips, gesturing for me to lift up so he could get it as far up as possible and my panties down. I could feel the cool leather against my ass which contrasted with the heat that was exuding from between my legs. He teased through my slick folds for a moment, smirking as I shivered with anticipation before he set to work kissing down each thigh from my knee upwards until he placed one on my pussy.

Then he licked a flat wide stripe from my base to my clit, swirling his tongue around it as he did and making me moan loudly which made him chuckle against me sending a sweet vibration through me. He set to work and my fingers knotted in his hair enjoying the way his tongue worked expertly against me. He didn’t even break away from me as he threw my legs over his shoulders, pulling me into him by my thighs so I couldn’t move anywhere, and I was stuck squirming against his touch.

‘E,’ I panted as he flicked his tongue across my clit. He pulled back for a moment making me almost whimper at the loss of him though my arousal didn't wane as I caught a glimpse of him, a smile on his face and my juices on his chin. ‘I’m not E tonight baby,’ he said, ‘I’m Elvis Presley you got that?’ ‘Yes baby,’ I whimpered. ‘Who do you belong to?’ he asked. ‘Elvis Presley.’ ‘Good,’ he smirked, ‘and I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it okay?’ ‘Okay,’ I said. ‘In fact,’ he said, ‘I’m gonna spell my name out with my tongue.

I nodded and watched as he dove back in his tongue moving against my sensitive nub in a few vertical flicks. My race to the finish line was back on encouraged on by his new technique and the fact his long fingers were now inside me curving gently against that sweet spot every time they moved in and out.

‘Fuck,’ I panted earning a throaty hum from him. I could feel my climax coming and then he sucked on my clit and I was gone, trembling around his ears as my hips bucked in his face riding out that white-hot pleasure. He pulled back, unhooking my legs from his shoulders, and smiled at me wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘That feel good honey?’ he said. I nodded, unable to string my sentences together. He laughed, ‘good. Because now it’s my turn.’

I couldn't move. I was completely blissed out. I didn’t think my legs would hold me up if I even attempted it. He seemed to notice my hesitation and pulled me up until we were against one another, him kneeling on the floor of the cab and me sitting. I could feel him. At some point, he’d taken himself out of his pants and his cock was now pressed against my bare sex leaking precum. The touch of him against me seemed to rev my body into action and I reached my hand down and locked it around him, jerking him softly. He groaned against my neck and bucked up into my hand.

‘Fuck baby,’ he panted, ‘need to be inside you.’ ‘Need you too,’ I cooed. ‘On all fours honey,’ he said moving out of my way. I nodded and clambered off the seat until I was kneeling. I leaned forward against the seats that were facing us, bracing myself against them as I felt him come up behind me. His arm wrapped around my torso, keeping me in place, as his other held his cock, teasing my slit with his head before he plunged into me with a groan.

‘Oh God Y/N,’ he grunted. I could’ve tried to rev myself up again. To match him so we could come together but I didn’t. I like how much he was enjoying himself. ‘Do I feel good baby?’ I cooed. ‘Like you were made for me,’ he said. ‘All for you Elvis,’ I moaned. ‘All mine?’ he said. ‘Always,’ I replied. His rhythm was faltering a little his breath coming in heavy pants as his hands moved to my hips gripping them tight enough to leave bruises. ‘Fuck I’m gonna cum,’ he said. ‘Cum in me baby,’ I said. And that was enough to send him spiralling over the edge with a loud groan. He hovered over me for a minute, his hands on either side of my body on the bench before he pulled back and out of me. As he tucked himself back into his pants I reached for my underwear and slipped them on trying to ignore the dampness between my legs. I was sitting on the floor of the cab, leaning against the seats, when he came to sit next to me. I turned so my back was resting against him and he slung his arm around me, his thumb tracing circles against my thigh.

‘That was hot,’ he said after a beat. ‘I know. We should fight more often,’ I giggled. ‘We are awfully good at making up,’ he chuckled. I turned my head to glance at him. ‘Maybe this wasn’t making up,’ I said. He looked at me confused, ‘maybe you can count this as a late birthday present.’ ‘Best damn present I ever got,’ he chuckled.

#my writing #elvis presley #elvis #Elvis Presley Fic #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley smut #elvis x reader #austin elvis x reader #austin!elvis x reader #reader fic #late birthday present #elvis fic #elvis presley x priscilla presley

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