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elvisalltheway101 · 4 months

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Summary: Elvis deals with insomnia and it’s hard enough as it is. When he wakes up in the middle of the night randomly, he looks over at you. In all your glory and beaut. When his thoughts linger and wander, his body can’t help but react. Instead of disturbing your beauty sleep, he decides to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

Author’s note: I was supposed to write out a different thing and post it, “My Sweet Remedy,” but then I got a huge idea for this… don’t ask, what the hell does this gotta do with this song. And the title’s got nothing to do with it…don’t ask, because my answer will be too far intelligent for understanding. No actually because I cannot give you an answer, since my ass doesn’t even know.

Author ain’t go shut up yet: Also, this is my second time writing smut…so cut my ass so slack or better yet, gimme some ass cuz your girl has nothing but a flat board- This is definitely a little different than what I had in mind but enjoy anyway! Oh! And keep in mind, I’m imagining Vegas Elvis in this and this is 2nd-ish point of view!

warnings: masturbation (elvis doing this), dirty thoughts.

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Elvis lets out a soft groan, turning in the silky and red sheets of his king-sized bed and wakes up slowly. His eyes flicker up, squinting into the dark to adjust his vision. He can make out the side of where his baby darlin’, Pillow, lays. He’s called you “Pillow” since the day you both started dating, for two good reasons. The thickness of your body and the swells of every perfect curves you’ve got on that damn body of yours. And 2, because your heart was as soft as a damn feather. Uncalled for reason #3 was also because you were pretty damn ticklish and giggle.

Elvis reaches over with a grunt, stretching out his arm to switch on the light. The light switches on and he lets out a hiss as the sudden brightness shines onto you both. The light’s dim but bright enough to make out of everything. His eyes roam around the room, looking at the tv across from the bed and over to you.

His eyes can’t help but travel from your pretty little head, to your itty widdle feet that journeyed on, walking around to fulfill duties he gives you. But this night particularly, he really can’t help it. Can’t help the way his eyes watch your body, and hear your soft breaths you take every moment. You sleep so peacefully and quiet, but also deep.

Since your back is faced to him:

His eyes watch your long, thick hair splayed against the pillow your cute lil pink cheeks lay on. Your curls shine under the moonlight that peaks through the room’s curtains.

How it would be to hold and grip em while making sweet, sensual love to you.

His mind wanders, and he cant help the small smirk that comes upon his lips. His eye continue to travel lower, seeing your perfect shoulders, and down to your waist. You didn’t have an hourglass figure…or did you? The way you lay on your side, and your waist dips down, bringing your hipbones to stand curvy and mighty.

Oh, your hips.

Your love handles that he’d just love to grab while he ravishes into your sweet pussy.

Fucking hell, your pussy.

He clenched a fist and bites down hard on a knuckle, breathing in a sharp breath to keep a groan in.

Where can he start?

His eyes keep at the delicious swell of your ass. So plump and thick in all its glory. And only his imagination would have to work right now on your beautiful flower thats not far below your belly button.

Elvis can’t help the twitch in his pants. Hell, he didn’t even notice it til he finally got into his head. One of hands balling the sheets into one fist while he chews his knuckle on the other, and he only now realizes that he’s become painfully hard.

He takes his eyes off you to quickly and gruffly untie the strings of his pajama pants. When he lowers them, his eyes quickly dart back over to your ass. Oh, he’d love to just dip his tongue and press against your little pink hole that he sees whenever you arch your back. Only times he sees your second tight hole, was when he’d spank you for being a naughty girl or when he’d take you from behind. Lord, did he wanna bite your ass cheeks right now.

From all his shuffling, you start to wake up slightly. Letting out a hum and shifting onto your other side, now that’s the sight Elvis can stare at for the rest of his life.

Your soft hair that’s showered and lays almost a veil onto your calm and soft facial features. The sight of your perky and tender breasts that smoosh against eachother as you lay, and your legs crossed over the other.

He lets out a soft whimper, grabbing his cock with no hesitation. His length is stiff as stone, a pretty pink is his veiny shaft and his pretty tip that peeks under his foreskin, wags back and forth. When his thumb swipes across his tip, it already has his hips stuttering.

Seeing more than enough for his imagination to wander and work, he turns his gaze to his throbbing cock. His right tan hand bobs up and down on the poor “little” fellow in rhythm with his breathing. Elvis closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to keep his breathing steady.

How it would be to just fuck you senseless. Your tight hole swallowing him deep. Your- oh and then to have your pretty little ass hole hug his long fingers snug and perfectly.

He lets out a soft gasp, speeding up his hand on his cock. Precum dribbles from his pretty cock and he uses that as a lubricant. He bucks his hips into his fist, until his balls slap and bounce slightly to his pinky knuckle and back.

His mind continues to come up with ideas of what he would do to you once you both wake up in the morning. Then, he glances and turns his head back to see your face. Your pretty plush and plump lips, your long dark lashes that tickle and rest against your upper cheeks and again, the hair that smells as rose and strawberry cupcakes.

His fist tightens around his cock and he doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t care if he wakes you up. Or even the damn neighbors. Not even if his mama or daddy can hear from next door. His tip off loads and drops more glistening and shiny arousal, and he twitches harshly in his hand.

How it would be to cum on that pretty little face of yours. To have your lips and fluttering, innocent and doe eyes that your long dark lashes shelter be coated with layers of his hot cum.

That does it for him, he lets out a high-pitched moan, taking both fists to squeeze both his shaft and his thumb to press firmly against his wet and sticky, hard tip. And his other hand to cup and squeeze his ballsacks.

He lets out a Yelp from how harsh he’s being to his own body, but his lower belly heaves and gets covered by his thick, warm ropes of white nectar. His hips stutter against the bed and he finally leans back.

He can already hear the stomping of his parents, and the groaning of you about to wake up…

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Hope you enjoyed! And May I add, I didn’t proofread this shit🫣

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oliver-do-the-twist · 1 year

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In honor of the Kings birthday I'd thought I finally share this

"Moody Blue" 20x24in done in oil

I think I'm in love with this one ngl, it took me a while to finish

Edit: I am currently working on getting a high quality scan so I can put this on my redbubble. Prints will be available soon, check out my pinned post!

#ohhh moody blue #tell me am i getting though 🎵#elvis #my art #oil painting #olive scribbles #tcb #elvis presely #elvis art #original painting #click for better quality wth #elvis 2022 #austin butler elvis #austin butler #elvis presley

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asshlyyyy · 1 year

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Lil Baby Presley (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Hi! This is heavily inspired by @fandom-imagines. Is this based off a resident evil fic? Fuck yeah it is. You can’t stop me. I love Resident Evil. You are more than welcome to read what inspired this. I will leave a link here.

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Leaving Elvis, Like... very little angst, fluff, spelling and grammatical errors most likely

Word Count: 1.8k

As Elvis pulled open the door to Graceland, he felt as if something was off. He closed the door behind him and peeked around the corners. You weren't in the living room... you weren't in the dining room. Where were you?

"Y/n?! Darlin'?!" Elvis called out to you. When he didn't hear your voice back he started to get worried. He took a look around the house. Mostly to see if you were hiding somewhere within the property, or if there was a note.

After having searched the whole entirety of the house, and backyard, you were nowhere to be found. Not to mention there was no note. He was certainly starting to freak out. There had to be a reason you weren't home. You had just spoken to him last night.

Sure, he was home way earlier than he told you he would be... but... you didn't mention going out the night before. He didn't want to think that you were just leave him, but you weren't anywhere to be found. All he could do is sit and wait.

"Y/n... are you sure you want to do this?" Your friend asked with a soft-spoken voice. "I mean... he loves you like crazy."

With your gaze fixated out the window, you let out a sigh. You closed your eyes and turned your head to face your friend. As you opened your eyes, you started to speak. "He's always busy, Bunny... I can't just force him into parenthood."

Bonnie knew there was no way to change your mind. You had seem to have already made it up. She just wished that you wouldn't push yourself through this by yourself. "Well... then your secret is safe with me... I promise."

While Bonnie didn't want to promise such things, she knew that she had to. You needed a friend right now, and lords know that your family would be upset with the whole matter. You were essentially homeless right now, and you had no idea what to do.

"I should get going. I have to get to my brother's house and ask him if I can stay there."

"Why not stay at mine?" Bonnie looked a bit hurt. You trusted her enough with your news, and yet you wouldn't come stay with her?

"Because you're married. You guys are still in the honeymoon phase. My brother is married with kids. I'm basically a free babysitter to him. Plus... It will help me get ready." Bonnie sighed once more and nodded. It seemed like you had it all planned.

So, you got up and reached for your coat. You wrapped it around your frame and pushed your arms through the sleeves. You looked at your best friend and sent her a smile. "Thanks for coming on short notice, Bunny. I appreciate it."

"Of course, you're my best friend. Call me if you can't stay at your brother's okay? I will convince Scotty to let you stay."

A light chuckle escaped your mouth and you shook your head. "I'll give you a call nonetheless."

"I love you."

"I love you too," you said softly and walked out of the diner. You looked down at your watch to catch the time and let out a breath. Elvis should be on his way home now. He was supposed to be home later tonight. Today was your last day to leave.

You walked over to your car and got in. A gift from your boyfriend you frowned gently. You loved Elvis will all your heart, and generally, you didn't want to leave. But, you didn't want him to put a stop to his career to help raise a kid. This was just the best option in the end.

After staying with your brother for quite some time, you ended up finding a place of your own. It wasn’t the best, but it was enough for yourself and your child. Who was now… roughly two years old. He was quite a rascal that’s for sure.

Of course, he just had to look exactly like Elvis. Why wouldn’t he? It made all the sense. You leave the only one you had ever loved, and your child ends up looking like him. You weren’t exactly complaining, because he was quite a cute papa. Floppy blond hair, dazzlingly blue eyes. He was the cutest toddler you have ever seen.

Yet, you were still lonely. Not to mention, it did get difficult at sometimes. Having to work and be a mother. It was all just one big… mess at some moments. You just wanted to be able to stay home. Be a stay-at-home mom, and not worry about the bills. You missed Elvis, and it sucked that your baby had to grow up without a father.

As you sat on the blue seat near the phone, you picked it up and rested it against your ear. You rang the number for your best friend and waited for her to answer. You looked down at Austin as he played around with his toys.

“Hey Billy, can you answer that!” Bonnie called out to her husband.

“Sure thing!” Scotty replied back. He made his way to the phone on the wall and answered it. “Hello?”

You let out a breath and hung up immediately. Scotty was still a friend of Elvis, no matter the fallout the two had when the band broke apart. If Scotty knew you called, then it would just give everything away.

“Who is it?” Bonnie wiped her hands on her apron.

“I don’t know… They just hung up. No one does that.” Scotty shook his head in confusion. Bonnie put two and two together and immediately knew that it was most likely you.

“Oh don’t worry about it, must’ve been a wrong number.” Bonnie laughed nervously and shook her head.

“You know something, don’t you… Bought, Y/n. Don’t you lie either. You two are best friends.” Scotty folded his arms against his chest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout.” She replied and walked back over to the kitchen. Scotty followed after her. A look of determination on his face. Whatever secret she was keeping, he would get it out. “Bunny, don’t you lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” she shrugged in return. Scotty let out a sigh and took the wooden spoon out of his wife's hand. Bonnie looked at him and glared. She was just trying to be a good housewife, and her husband was getting in the way.

“Was that Y/n who just called?” He asked. Bonnie shrugged her shoulders and turned to work on something else. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying. How could I possibly know? It could’ve been some teen's prank calling. I don’t fucking know.”

“You never swear, so what’s up.” Scotty trapped her between himself and the counter.

With nowhere to go, Bonnie met Scotty’s eyes. “I just can’t… I can’t tell you.”

“And why not?” He asked in return. He just wanted to put Elvis at ease. It’s better to know she left, instead of just dying.

“Because you’ll just go off and tell Elvis. I’m not stupid.” Bonnie rolled her eyes. She folded her own arms against her chest at this point. She hated being interrogated, especially by her own husband.

“Maybe so, because he thinks she’s dead!” Scotty admitted. That was the first time, Bonnie heard about that. She always just thought that Elvis thought she left. Not that she was simply just… dead.

“She’s not dead. She's alive and healthy. Just… preoccupied.” Bonnie replied the best she could, without revealing too much. Though, by the need, she knew she would spill the beans.

“She moved on? She just left him?” Scotty raised his eyebrow.

“She was pregnant! She didn’t want to bare Elvis with a kid all right?!” Bonnie admitted.

“She’s what?” Elvis’ voice erupted between the two. When did Elvis get there? And how did he get in? Then again, Scotty and Bonnie left their door unlocked all the time.

Both Scotty and Bonnie both turned their heads toward the rockstar. Elvis had been a mess ever since he came home. Sure, he still pushed himself to do movies and occasionally perform, but he was still heartbroken.

“I well- you see- uh-“

After you hung up the phone you turned your attention toward your son. You sat down on the ground and pulled him into your lap. With a smile on your face, you kissed his cheek repeatedly. A small giggle left his mouth, it just made you extremely happy.

You would have to call Bonnie back at some point, but for now, you weren’t going to call. Maybe for a few days… weeks… you just didn’t want to be called out. The last thing you need is for Elvis to find out.

After quite some time you heard a knock on your door. You looked at Austin and gave his head a kiss before you pushed yourself up onto your feet. You walked over to the door and opened it up. Before you could fully see what was at the door, they pushed it open and walked in. You blinked in disbelief and looked at the person.

“I- Elvis-“ You couldn’t even believe your eyes. Elvis was standing inside your apartment. Did Bonnie snitch? That fuckin-

“Y/n, wh-why? I mean I just- Why?” Elvis didn’t seem to be angry, but you knew at some point that anger will come out eventually. You let out a sigh and closed the door.

“I didn’t want to ruin your career, Elvis. It’s as simple as that.” You replied and shook your head.

“That wouldn’t have mattered. I would’ve made it work. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was scared okay? We were both still pretty young and everything was just happening at once. You were in California most of the time-making movies. It’s not exactly the best-case scenario.” You pointed it out to him.

“I would’ve had you come live with me up there. Darlin’… You shouldn’t have been going through this alone. I was a part of this. I should’ve been there to help.”

“No, Elvis… You should have followed your dreams. You should still continue to follow your dreams.”

“Do you know what it was like coming home? No note… no one in sight. I thought ya fuckin’ died.” Elvis admitted. You frowned softly and felt your eyes start to water up. Maybe you should’ve left a note.

“Look, I’m sorry Elvis… I just… I didn’t want to risk anything.”

“Do you still love me?”

“What- Elvis- of course, I do. I left because I loved you. I didn’t want to see you throw your whole life and career away. It was a decision I had to make and it fucking sucked.”

Elvis let out a shaky breath and walked closer to you. When you didn’t back away he wrapped his arms around you. “Please come back… Please… I want to be a father… I want to be a husband… Please.”

Hearing Elvis starting to cry broke you. This was exactly why you had to just leave. If you saw him upset you knew you would change your mind. You returned his embrace and ran your hands through his hair.

“I will… I will.” You replied softly and leaned your head against his. You closed your eyes and let your own tears start to fall.

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elvisabutler · 11 months

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Belle decorates Professor Presley’s classroom on Valentine’s day their first Valentine’s together and she’s a grinning mess through out class wearing his jacket and opening her legs for him to see what she is (or isn’t) wearing underneath only 😌 and just so much fluff and love and hot sex with big daddy elvis

my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand

summary: you decorate elvis's office for valentines and give him a bit of a present for the holiday. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: professor! elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x student! female reader ( nicknamed belle ) word count: 2837 warnings: big daddy elvis. elvis using a walking stick/cane. implied praise kink. student and professor relationship ( everyone are of legal age ). religious talk. oral ( f receiving ). p in v sex ( unprotected ). referring to lil elvis as a pacifier. use of the derogatory name jezebel, but in a playful way. public nudity. mild indecent exposure. belle being brazen as hell. reference/threat of caning in a sexual way/sexual punishment way. author’s note: this is several months late but hi anon this was adorable and i loved writing it to the point where it flowed embarrassingly easily from my fingers. hopefully you like it and as always y'all i love comments and screaming and prompts like this. truly they keep a woman writing and going.

The thing about holidays is that you've never really liked a lot of them. October led to Halloween which led to parties where people would talk and talk about you as if you didn't exist nearby. You might be friendly with most people but there was always that subset of people who have to judge you for your actions. Judge you for every little small thing you've done since you became a student at the college. November led to Thanksgiving and the entire campus being empty while you stayed because as much as you love your parents- you don't want to go home to see them more than once a year and especially not for a holiday that has all your family around asking if you've found a nice boy at college yet. After the first time you answered you found a nice man and not a nice boy- well they felt the need to offer more opinions. No, Thanksgiving was never worth it. December brought Christmas and Hanukkah for your family and the family friends you might as well call family. That's the set of holidays you don't mind. That's the set of holidays where you can let loose and relax and answer questions about your love life because they're peppered in with questions on how school's coming along. How your studies are going and warnings that if you do meet a nice man to make sure he had your best interests at heart.

Honestly, this past December was your favorite with the secure knowledge that you had someone waiting for you back on campus. Your relationship might have been new and both you and Elvis might be walking around like baby deers when it came to doing anything to upset the balance of it but it's still yours. It's still a solid thing that has you smiling and has everyone insisting you've got to bring him soon, that it doesn't have to be a holiday- they just want to see the man who has their girl so happy. You spend New Years at home too but you make sure to call Elvis and hear him tell you softly that he misses you before you tell him that you do too and that you'll kiss him as soon as you see him.

Everything is fine until you realize that it's February and that means it's Valentine's Day. You can't decorate the lecture hall, though you want to but you can at least decorate the podium and his office. You can decorate those things and give him a surprise because you don't have any classes that day. You're free to do whatever it is your heart desires and if that's teasing the man you're sure is the love of your life and the man you want to spend the rest of your life with- well- that's your business isn't it.

It had occurred to you that this was a risky idea but there's something delightful in finding that Elvis has a pink jacket you've never seen him wear but covers you enough that if you want you can barely wear anything with it. Truly you just want to see his reaction to you practically naked underneath a jacket of his while in class. You choose a class that has less people in it, one of the upper level classes. You think perhaps you should sit in the front but you know that at the top of the room he could very easily see your exposed body while no one else would. So you choose a spot right in front of his podium on that very top row and wait until the middle of his lecture to do a single thing. His eyes haven't left you from the moment he walked in, placing a kiss on your cheek with a raised eyebrow that you just answer with a smile. His reaction the moment you open his jacket just enough to see what's underneath has you giggling softly.

You had chosen to where a skimpy set of underwear- one you know shows how wet you already are and shows just how much you want Elvis. You know he can see the faintest hint of your pussy and you know from the way his eyes zero in on it that in the back of his mind he's picturing his face being buried between your legs as you explain St. Valentine's to him. Or perhaps your end goal, perhaps that's what you want and you're just deciding that he wants it just as much. Your chest is more exposed, no bra in sight and the cold air of the room has your nipples pebbling, turning into targets that he wants to zero in on to suck and nip and turn puffy with overuse.

"I- I-" he stutters out, tripping over his sentence as he tries to wrench his eyes away from your exposed body before whispering to himself, "Christ almighty woman."

"Professor Presley?" You and him both hear the voice of a male student trying to get Elvis to focus and get back on track. "Are you alright? You look a little flushed."

A giggle threatens to escape you as you watch him swallow, trying to figure out the best way to answer that question without exposing your actions. You shut the jacket once more and Elvis's eyes narrow briefly before turning to the student. "I'm just fine. Ya know how it is when the weather's like this- half the damn campus is sick wit' somethin'. Nah, I'm- Feelin' fine, my boy. Now as I was sayin'."

And so it goes for the next hour with you teasing him over and over watching his hands grip the heart shaped decorations on his podium and watching as his jaw tightens and he practically growls when he sees a few students try and turn around to see just what he's looking at. Before class ends you slip out the back door and make your way to his office. You hear his booming voice bellowing about class being dismissed and can't help the way you laugh as you pull the jacket tighter around you. The extra key Elvis had given you to the office allows you to sneak inside and sit down in his chair at his desk. You expect him to be there in a few minutes but it takes closer to fifteen before you hear the door open and hear his rumbling murmur.

"Jezebel," he murmurs, practically stalking across the room till he stops at the desk, his cane somehow remaining far more quiet than it normally is. "Teasin' me like that. Oughta cane ya for that, darlin'. Give ya a lil punishment for actin' that way. Thought ya were gonna be all sweet wit' the decorations."

You lean back in the chair a little bit, not because you're scared but you're curious to see if he'll lean over you, if he'll remind you of one of the many reasons you fell for him. Remind you of how you are strong and can fight and put up with the best of them, but he- he is something else entirely. He is a bear of a man with strength curled underneath all that fat and bulk. Your body inadvertently shudders as he does lean over you his hands resting on the arms of the chair. Your words are quiet but only because you're trying to be coy. "I am sweet with them, Professor Presley. I wanted to make sure your office looked sweet so you could eat something sweet in here."

His eyes roam down to the sliver of skin exposed by his jacket and he takes his hand, opening it up to reveal what he'd like to call his Valentine's present. You in his pink jacket, inviting him in between your legs like a succubus craving her neck meal. Inviting him in like you're his salvation and damnation all at once. A breath leaves him shakily as he moves to grab your hand in an effort to get you out of the chair. "Desk, Belle. On my desk. Let me see the feast you've got for me. See how sweet my treat really is."

The way you practically scramble to get onto the desk is a little embarrassing if you're honest with yourself but when it comes to Elvis sometimes you do things you otherwise wouldn't. You're not subservient to anyone and yet sometimes with him you truly are. You keep the jacket on and allow it to settle on your shoulders as you lay down on the desk, exposing your breasts and torso and neck for him. A part of you knows you shouldn't touch yourself but seeing Elvis's pure lust written all over his face has your hand drifting down between your legs, fingers slipping between your folds easily. There's a moment where you're too distracted to notice Elvis watching you, too distracted to notice how his breathing shifts and how his cock is rising to the occasion the more he watches you until he grabs at your wrist and pulls it out. "Puttin' on a show. Ain't ya just my angel sent from above to be a lil devil," he moves your hand up to his mouth and licks at your fingers, causing your toes to curl just a little, "sweeter than the best pie I've ever had. Practically candy all on its own."

What happens next isn't what you expect, necessarily but you don't know why you didn't. Elvis drops down to his knees and you hear the slight crack in them before his hands- his always burning hands grab at your underwear, practically yanking them off as he pulls you to the edge of the desk. He licks his lips and inches his face toward your waiting cunt before taking a moment to just inhale the scent and to nuzzle at your folds with his lips and nose and chin, coating them in your already copious amount of fluids. A growl leaves him that you feel in the pit of your soul before he practically dives in, his tongue laving at your core, dancing around your clit in ways he knows drive to madness. Your hands move to his hair, sliding through and gripping with such ferocity Elvis growls once again against you. His intensity reminds you of an animal- a predator savoring their meal, devouring what's rightfully his. Your fingers pull and twist in his black hair, guiding him where you need him the most at any given second. You move him away from your clit, trying to make this last when you feel your body start to tighten, feel your legs start to tremble and tighten around his back, marveling in the strength of it as he continues his onslaught, giving your clit a little nip for trying to guide him away from it.

"Elvis-" you moan, trying to have your brain remember what it's like to say words, trying to remember what it's like to breathe, to think, to have a thought in your head that doesn't revolve around how his tongue and lips feel against your clit and your folds. "Need- Gonna-"

All he does is squeeze your hips, his rings digging into your skin as he sucks your clit one last time bringing you over the edge with a scream you can't hold back. For a brief moment you swear you see stars as you try and catch your breath. When Elvis pulls away from between your legs, leaning on his haunches you see how completely covered in your come he is and a shudder runs through you as you shakily sit up and try to grab onto him to pull him up. You want to kiss him and taste yourself. You want to have his body, his comforting warm weight against you. You want to feel the scratch of the hair on his belly against your soft skin. He catches what you're trying to do and helps as best as he can before finally getting into a standing position and pushing you farther up onto the desk where you can lay down. Your lips start to kiss at his neck, licking some of the sweat off of his skin as your hands claw and rip a button on his shirt trying to get it open. He chuckles, rutting against the desk a little as he helps you with it, shucking off his shirt as you decide to shift your focus to his belt instead. That you can do, that you can do so you can reach his cock. It only takes a minute before you pulling him out of his underwear and moving to try and suck it before he pushes you back against the desk.

"You ain't gettin' your pacifier today, Belle. Teasin' me like that deserves a punishment and I know ya love that thing too much. Nah, gonna fuck ya and maybe if ya real good for the rest of the day, maybe when we get home ya can have it. But right now? Oh, Belle, darlin', no suckin' on your lil' pacifier." His voice is practically a croon before he leans against you, the scratch of the hair on his stomach causing you to cry out softly and whine.

"Elvis- Why-" The words and the whine die on your lips as cock slides into you, filling you up as you thump your head against the desk lightly. You'd think you'd have gotten used to it. You'd think you would have gotten used to the stretch and the subtle burn of his foreskin catching inside of you but even now it's different. It slides through your pussy with ease and yet you clench around it as you watch Elvis's face contort and hear his grunts as his fingers tighten around your hips once more.

"Fuck- Always like a damn vice grip 'round me. Always tight 'round me." A hand moves to grab at your chest, playing with your nipple as you keen at the sensation. "Too much? Ya want me to stop touchin' 'em? Leave 'em be?"

"No!" You cry out, your hips grinding against his, chasing after his cock as he pulls out and pushes back in. You try and wrap your legs around him before he shakes his head.

"Ya made yourself a pretty lil present for me. Let me enjoy it and show ya how much I love ya and it." His words are gruff, practically snarled out as he moves faster and faster, his hips acting like he's 20 something instead of the 40 something he is.

It's too much, you think. It's too much to feel how he stretches you as he fucks you. It's too much how his hand squeezes your breasts and your nipples. It's too much how his mouth slots against yours and how both your lips are kiss bitten and how your teeth keep sinking into his lip in between his nips to yours. It's too much how you feel his hips start to stutter a little like he's going to come. It's too much how you feel your body shudder and feel your hands clawing at his back, slippery against his sweat. It's too much how your skin slides against his and how your body relishes in the feel of his chest hair and the hair on his stomach. It's too much how his whole body weight has you pinned against the desk as if you're minuscule to him. It's- It's too much.

"Please." You mutter against his lips and you feel him pull away before the hand that had been playing with your chest finally slides down between your legs and rubs your clit just so that has your hips trying to lift up only to be stopped by his sheer bulk against it. You come with a whimper of his name and heaving breaths as you feel his come fill you with a certain warmth that settles deep in your bones.

Elvis collapses on top of you as he tries to catch his breath and you take the time to play with his chest, play with his chest hair with a small smile. When you've finally come down to Earth you manage to speak, whispering softly against his skin with a kiss. "Happy Valentines."

You watch as a smile crosses his face as he looks at you with such an intense love you can't help but bite your lip. "Ya know how to give presents for it." A beat. "Ya also damn lucky ya ain't in my class. Would've had ya tell me all about St. Valentine's while 'tween ya legs."

A smirk crosses your face before you kiss up his neck, stopping once you've reached his lips. "Maybe that's how I can earn my pacifier back tonight?"

Elvis's eyes become just a little bit lidded as his hand that still hasn't left your hip tightens its grip. "I think ya might have a deal, Belle."

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Pink Scarf - PART 9 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

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

TW: SEXXX. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 3k

A/N: Babies, I got some fluff and smut for y'all today! Don't know what else to say about it other than it's a bit sweet, a bit smutty, and a bit indulgent (but for good reasons, I promise).

Thank you for patience and sweet messages as I struggled a bit to get this out due to my stupid neck/back pain. I'm doing better, but am trying not to re-aggravate things, so the writing is still gonna be a bit slow going forward!

Once again, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments are giving me LIFE. I'm just so happy that I can bring a little joy (and lust) into your lives! This story (and EP) has taken over my heart and soul, so for those of you still with me, and to all the newcomers, I'm sending you all the love! And I promise there's more good stuff coming ahead, complete with more smut, angst, and tension.

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks since now I know how they work lol)! I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues.

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

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

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there, though it's not all updated yet!)

Those pesky butterflies are back, fluttering with excitement and a little fear in your stomach. You want more than anything to surrender yourself to the utter happiness and optimism that is rolling off Elvis in waves. His eyes dance with joy at your agreement to try out his plan, to have you become the newest part of his production here in Vegas. Or at least train to do so. You can’t think past that piece right now, not with the way he is looking at you with such unbridled care.

You want to drink in the feeling, to let it break over you and wash away all the doubt and anger and fear that threatens to overtake you. You need him to banish all that in a way that only he can do. And Elvis, somehow deeply attuned to your feelings even though they are unspoken, seems to know this. He pulls you close, resting his forehead upon yours, drawing you up into his arms. The warmth of him radiates around you, comforting your raw nerves, taking you off the roller coaster of emotion that you’ve been stuck on.

Your palm rests over his heart, the silky fabric soft and warm as his heart pounds rhythmically in his chest. Your other hand clings to the back of his neck, as if he is a life preserver that is keeping you from drowning within your own thoughts.

When he kisses you now, it’s as light as air, his full lips wisping over yours, as if calling you to join him. And you do. You match his lightness, his barely-there kisses, and you feel yourself being pulled away from all those scary thoughts, from all the ways life has scorned you in the last decade. It’s as if his innate power can just draw it out of you, throwing it all to the wayside.

His lips begin ghosting over your cheeks, eliminating the drying streaks of tears that had been forming there, erasing your sadness. Those lips find your jaw, but they are unhurried, undemanding. They are not asking anything of you other than your presence.

You sigh, almost more with relief than pleasure, relief that the weight is being taken off your shoulders. In this moment, for the first time, you actually believe that Elvis is going to take care of you, that he has your best interests at heart, and that he wants to be with you enough to move mountains. And that fills you with calm, a kind of peace that you didn’t know you’d been missing.

Elvis finds your mouth again, more gentle and sweet than he’s ever been with you. He coaxes you open, so softly and gradually you barely realize how taken you are with him. His hands wind around you, into your hair, but it is not frantic; no, you have all the time in the world.

Kissing him like this is spellbinding. You begin to explore him the way he is exploring you, as if memorizing every touch, every reaction, the ebb and flow of something beyond the pure desire that had defined your first few times together. You find yourself climbing into his lap, straddling his hips, in order to get closer to him. Circling your arms around his neck, your fingers comb through his hair, and his head falls back into them. His eyes flutter closed, but it is not purely sexual—it’s more of him finding comfort in the way you are touching him, almost like a cat being scratched. He succumbs to this as you massage his scalp, the dark strands surrounding your fingers. His hair is so surprisingly fine and soft and there is just so much of it that you can’t help but enjoy the feeling.

His hands are warm on your back, pulling you into him as you kiss his face—those beautiful long lashes, the straight bridge of his nose, those ridiculously high cheekbones—and when your lips reach his again, they are perfectly content to stay there as long as possible. Warmth is glowing in your belly, but it is something entirely different than what you’ve experienced with him before.

You aren’t sure how long you spend just making out there, as both of you are so content in each other that it could be minutes or hours. His mouth explores you as much as yours explores him. He drifts down your neck, your pulse fluttering under his lips before they fall down to your collarbone. He lingers there a while, nipping and peppering kisses across your chest as your arms wrap around his head.

Somewhere along the way, the flames in your belly begin to ignite in earnest, his hands more definitively coming to your waist, his mouth becoming hot as it begins to drag across your skin. Though your need for him is now more palpable, it is still unhurried because for once, you are in no rush.

When Elvis’ hands drift to your breasts, thumbing the hard buds of your nipples, cupping the weight in his palms, your tongue becomes needy in his mouth. You want more of him now, raising up on your knees so his mouth is near your chest. He understands fully, kissing first over the silk of your nightgown, then slowly pulling the straps over your shoulders. His lips follow behind the fabric as it slides down, lapping at your bare skin until you are exposed to him.

As his tongue circles your nipple, you feel it zing straight to your core. He suckles a moment before showering the other with the same attention, and you sigh openly, relishing the feeling of his attention. He does not linger to long in any one spot, however, his mouth working its way back to your lips, but now his kiss is deeper, hungrier.

Lowering back into his lap, you feel his burgeoning hardness against your core and it fills you with expectation. You respond by rolling your hips over him, your heat obvious through the lacy panties he bought for you. He cannot quite fully hold back the strangled groan that emanates from his throat. His jaw clenches and his hands grip your hips firmly, stilling them.

You can feel him growing beneath you, but he stops moving, stopping to look deeply into your eyes. What you find there is so much more than heat: it’s deep and endless but does not frighten you the way it should, no, instead you let yourself be pulled into the azure blue. It takes your breath away—he takes your breath away, the way he looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars, how seriously he regards you now even though you know he wants you as badly as you want him.

This is different. This is more of him than you ever expected or anticipated.

Your heart skips in your chest, fluttering quickly along with the heat-coated butterflies in your stomach. Before you can grasp too deeply at what it all might mean, Elvis smoothly rolls you beneath him, kissing you deep but sweet. He takes his time making his way down your sun-kissed skin, laying his long body on its side next to yours as he works his head all the way down to your feet.

You gasp and wiggle at the tickle you feel when he kisses each toe, which seems to absolutely delight him based on that quintessentially Elvis grin that spreads wide across his face. It’s boyish and mischievous and reminds you of when you first met him all those years ago.

“Elvis, please, oh god, stop, I’m too ticklish!” you giggle and gasp, trying to get free of the hold he now has on your feet.

“What’d’ya mean, y/n? I ain’t doin’ nothin’,” he drawls, batting his lashes at you, feigning innocence, running his fingertips along the bottoms of your feet.

You squeal, laughing, trying to flail but he’s holding your feet fast, enjoying teasing you way too much based on the hiccupping chuckle coming from him.

“Oh my god, Elvis! Stop, stop! I’m gonna pee if you keep doing that!” you wail, so overstimulated you can barely hold it together.

This makes him laugh harder, that amazing peal of unbridled joy that when he gets going makes everyone laugh with him. He does stop torturing your feet, but now you are laughing at him laughing at you until both of you are sniffling and gasping for breath.

“Oh, god!” he hiccups, “Please don’t do that!” Then he snorts, making him laugh even more, sending you into another fit of giggles.

You haven’t laughed this much or this hard in a long time and it releases something from you, though you’re not sure exactly what, but as you wipe the tears of laughter from your eyes, you feel lighter. Watching his beautiful joyfulness fills you with the same.

Every time he looks at you, he starts laughing again, which sends you into hysterics all over again. Eventually, the hilarity begins to abate as you both calm down, though he has to cover his eyes and not look at you for a while in order to do so.

Finally, silence falls between you, and you can look at each other without falling apart. He leans on his side, head near your thigh, leaning on one hand, while the other trails up your leg. You jump a little at the sensation of his fingertips, senses still heightened from his teasing, but quickly your feelings shift, tendrils of heat following his hand as he gets closer to the place you yearn for him most.

However, Elvis is patient tonight, and runs his hand up and down your leg again and again, seeming to commit every inch of you to memory. Smoldering embers light into flames when he finally lifts your nightie and reaches his hand under the waistband of your panties, fingers dancing, exploring every part of you. He is eager, curious, but not demanding.

Your thighs slide open with a breathless sigh. He watches you, carefully marking each response as he rubs featherlight circles over your clit and then runs those long fingers up and down through your increasingly slick folds. He truly plays with you, taking his time, exploring, as you hum and your eyes flutter closed. You relish in all the sensations, your hips beginning to move with him. He dips a finger in and out of your pussy, but never long or deep enough to satisfy you. It’s as if you are his instrument and he is tuning you, discovering all the ways he can play you to get the sound he wants.

A gradual heat builds in your core, yearning for more, your body swathed in warmth. You are following his lead, even though your need for him is becoming almost unbearable. When he finally pulls your now-soaked panties down and off your legs and turns you on your side so he can begin lapping at your clit, you moan fully, desperate for anything he has to give you.

Still, Elvis remains steadfastly unhurried while his mouth lavishes attention on you, working you up slowly. He begins with soft kisses and the gentle tonguing of that sensitive bundle of nerves. You cannot stop the slow roll of your hips into his mouth, so he wraps an arm around each thigh in order to control you. This action in itself, him encompassing you, guiding your hips in the way he wants them as he flattens his tongue against you and licks a long strip over your slit sends a thrill over your whole body. You want to buck against him hard and fast, so wanting of him, but he holds you still as he begins to devour you.

His tongue licks through your folds like you are an ice cream cone on a hot day, and he relishes every taste. Sometimes firm, sometimes light, he eats you, savors you, driving you absolutely mad for him. Just when you think you can’t handle it anymore, he’ll switch his attention, nibbling at your clit, kissing and sucking, holding your writhing body to him.

You moan fully, uncaring if anyone hears, when he spreads you open with his fingers and begins fucking your hole with his tongue. No, that’s not quite right, you think as he brings you to the edge and back again over and over. He isn’t fucking you at all. He is worshiping your cunt, worshiping you.

That thought, coupled with the burning, tightening coil in your belly has you hungering for him in a way you haven’t before. Your need for him is untenable and he is making it quite clear that he’s not done eating you out, and then it becomes obvious; in fact, it’s right there in front of you.

You’ve heard of this before, but have never done it, since your sex life before Elvis was rather mundane, but in your current state of bliss and need, you care neither for the impropriety nor for your inexperience. You just need him.

Distracted by Elvis’ attentions, all you do at first is nuzzle your face into his crotch, feeling his rock-hard length under the silk of his pajama pants. You feel him as he jumps, pauses, entirely surprised by your attention to him. In response, you begin kissing up and down the length of him, and you feel him moan against your clit, his hips rolling towards you.

This is all you need to know you are on the right track. He goes back to concentrating on your pussy, letting you do what you want with him. You respond by palming him a few times, ghosting your mouth over the tip, noticing the wet, slick precum that has already stained his pants. The idea that he wants you so badly but is still solely focused on your pleasure has you grasping the top of his pants and sliding them down over his ass.

He springs forth, and you grip his length, eagerly pumping him, running your thumb over the already glistening tip. You don’t wait, or even give him a chance to adjust, because you want (need) him so badly that you just let your instincts drive you. The scent of his distinctly Elvis musk fills your nostrils as you envelop him into your mouth. He cannot help but buck into you, filling you, his deep groan of surprise vibrating in the most tantalizing way over your clit.

This might be the most intimate thing you’ve ever done with a man, opening and letting him slide down your throat as he consumes your pussy with a new fervor. It’s obscene, naughty, shocking. And you like it. It’s sending a deep, new wave of pleasure through you, winding around the already tight coil in your pelvis. You reach around, gripping his ass, taking as much of him as you can.

Elvis responds by showering more attention to your pussy, eating now as though he is starving, plunging his fingers up inside you, moaning against you. You can’t help but roll against him, and he lets you now, before needing to come up for air yourself, swirling your tongue around and over him again and again.

Oh, god, this is so fucking hot, how is this so hot? you think almost absently as he begins to fuck your mouth, though you know he is holding himself back by the way he latches onto you and pours more energy into sexing your pussy. His devout mouth and fingers, coupled with the way his dick is sliding down your throat, nearly choking you, is bringing you quickly to the brink. You couldn’t have more of him if you tried, and you desperately want to be filled with him, to be as close as humanly possible to him.

His fingers are deep inside you now, pumping, curling, drawing you close in the way only he seems to know how. You ride his face in desperation, his mouth suckling and lapping and that deep baritone vibrating at your clit as he growls, losing all sense control. He clings to you as you cling to him, as though your lives depend on it, fucking each other’s mouths with a heat and passion you have never experienced before.

You lathe your tongue flat against his dick, moaning onto him as he hits the back of your throat, and the ecstasy you feel as you hit the top of the immense wave of pleasure coursing through you is everything. Heat and sparks explode through you with violent shudders and you dig your nails into his ass to keep yourself tied to him. Elvis’ cock muffles your scream as your orgasm rockets through you, and you are certainly nowhere near the earth as he fully engulfs you with his mouth, his tongue replacing his fingers. His own muffled cries of pleasure vibrate through you, not allowing you to come down and you just ride, ride, ride that wave of immense, tantalizing gratification.

Elvis stutters into your mouth, heavy and hard, and you take him as deep as you can, wanting, needing, him up here in the sky with you. You gag around him, and he lets out a primal cry, clutching your body. You feel him pulse again and again, his cum coating your throat, salty and viscous. You’ve never swallowed before and now you don’t have the choice, but you don’t really care—you will take every bit of him you can get.

You are both riding your climaxes high, together, writhing against each other, consuming everything you can of the other. The intense heat coursing through you finally begins to dissipate into a warm, floaty feeling. Leaning back, you both come up for air, chests heaving with exertion and perhaps a little surprise at the intensity of your coupling.

After a moment, Elvis maneuvers his body back up to yours, leaning over you with a concerned look in his eyes.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he says gently, his fingers tracing the outline of your cheek.

“I wanted to,” you say quietly, which is the truth, though you are a little shocked at yourself. “Did you like it?” you ask, suddenly worried that you’d done something wrong.

“Did I like…? Honey, that was incredible,” he says into your ear, his breath tickling you. “Did you like it?” he asks almost hesitantly.

“Oh, I liked it very much,” you say, kissing the tip of his nose. His heavy-lidded eyes travel over you, making sure you are being honest with him, not just saying it to please him. Then he nods happily, accepting your response.

You can’t help but smile wide because you feel amazing and not just because of the sex. You feel lighter than you have in ages. You feel wanted and safe as he pulls you in close, wrapping his long body around yours. You feel cared for.

And as you drift off into a dreamy haze, the only thing on your mind is the terrifying wish that this could be yours, forever.

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Confession & Connection Time

I know many of us are shaken to the core about the sudden death of Lisa Marie.

I read the tribute from her friend who was also a grief counselor and in it, he wrote about Lisa dedicating herself to supporting other grieving parents, including their plans to do a podcast. It inspired me to go out of my comfort zone in her honor and in honor of that commitment.

I am tremendously upset by Lisa’s death and cannot stop thinking of Priscilla and bursting into tears. Because I know what it is to lose a daughter. My only child was killed in a wreck two decades ago and I have never been the same. I almost didn’t survive it and was fully incapacitated for many, many years. In the past few years I have been coming into a promising new phase of grief and life, one that is difficult to navigate but one for which I am grateful. But any time I hear of a parent losing a child — whether it’s someone I know personally or not — it affects me tremendously. School shootings and celebrity deaths can be just as upsetting for me as for someone I know, albeit shorter lived since someone I do not know is not connected to me daily. But the universality is still there. Only other parents whose children have died know the suffering when their child is gone before them, regardless of circumstances and regardless of age.

Sadly, ironically, this is why I blurred out the letter I wrote for Elvis’s birthday when I posted it. After thanking him for his life and talent, I asked Elvis to hug my little girl for me. I think we all know he of course would do that. It’s making me cry again to write this now, imagining him scooping up my precious sweetheart (she was only 8) in his fatherly arms. I also asked him to find my mom and to tell them both I feel them with me always. As sensitive and kind as everyone is in our fandom, it felt too personal and vulnerable to share these details among a cyber community.

But here we are now. Lisa is dead. Priscilla’s heart is shattered. The family is devastated. The Elvis film family is floored. And the world is in shock. And I imagine that Austin is grieving in a strange and unique way, having come to love her as a “daughter” through his character work but also by feeling a maternal bond from her as well after they met. I acknowledge my thoughts about Austin are speculation on my part and I do not want to suggest I actually know what he is feeling. I don’t want to disrespect him with a formal assumption. Only to share that these thoughts and feelings have bubbled up for me by way of concern for his tender soul, whether or not they are accurate, and I’m sad for him, too.

Personally I must and do believe Lisa is in her father’s loving and long-awaited embrace and that she is also reunited with her beloved son. I know that I long for the day I will be with my daughter again on the same energetic plane — even though I connect to her constantly across the ethers. It was, in fact, that intense pull to be with her that made my life so precarious for so long after her death. And something I deeply understood about Lisa when she referred to how hard it was for her without Benjamin, including her intense feelings of guilt.

I decided to post this in case there are any others in the fandom who have survived a child and who need the extra support & understanding that a fellow bereaved parent shares. Also, after seeing Mel make a post about caring for ourselves and each other, and the many other anguished tributes that are showing up in my blog. Amongst the many posts I have spotted a few comments, tags, and reblogs that have the resonance of someone who knows a parent’s grief. So just in case someone else here is facing that, too, and in honor of Lisa, I decided to bare my soul.

Please feel free to comment, reblog, DM, or send me an ask. In between my own self care (which includes pacing myself on social media), I am also in ongoing recovery from a recent hospitalization, which is a factor in the amount of time I’m on tumblr right now. Otherwise I am available and at your service in compassion and solidarity.

I want to acknowledge a few of my fandom anchors @karamelcoveredolicity @ash-omalley @troubleinapinksuit @burninlovebutler @succsessions and everyone else who is posting, caring, sharing, and hurting. To any other bereaved parents, we know there are no words that adequately convey our experience. We only have the recognition and companionship of one another as fellow travelers on a journey we never, ever imagined we would be forced to take.

Love,

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im-all-shook-up-for-elvis · 2 years

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5 o'clock shadow (Austin!elvis x fem!reader)

(not my gif)

Warnings: none

Summary: Elvis had been up all night trying to write "if I can dream" for the Christmas special. Poor thing was tired he couldn't even keep his eyes open. You convinced him to get to bed.

Sleep deprived, and head pounding, Elvis Presley lays flat on his back, mumbling the lyrics he had written and erased on his now crinkled paper. His eyes were slowly closing but he refused to go to sleep, he had to finish this.

You had just walked into the room he had been in for hours, hoping to catch him knocked out on the couch. Unfortunately, your wishes didn't come true. Your eyes scanned over your poor husband looking like a zombie on the floor. Sighing, you seated yourself beside him and rested your hand in his hair.

"Baby, please come to bed. You're workin' yourself too hard."

Elvis removed his eyes from his paper to look at you sleepily, a small frown on his face. "I've got to finish this first, honey. 10 more minutes and I'm done I promise."

You brushed stray hairs from his face, noticing his 5 o'clock shadow that was starting to make its appearance on him. "It's passed midnight and you look like you could fall asleep while standing."

He sighed and set the crinkled paper aside, sitting himself up, and rubbing his drooping eyes. Finally getting himself to stand up, while letting out a yawn.

You stood up right after him and wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping your eyes locked on his. You felt arms snake around your waist and pull you into his chest. "You're comin' to bed right?" You mumbled against him.

He hummed and pressed a soft kiss to your head, and you took that as a yes. The poor man ended up falling asleep once he pulled you close to him under the covers. You noticed as you tried to tell him goodnight, and got a snore in response, causing you to laugh softly and drift off to sleep yourself.

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kisseskae · 2 years

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45 years ago the world lost a piece of itself 🤍 may elvis rest in peace and be forever missed

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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Kinktober Day Four

Orgasm Control - Elvis Presley

so this is super short, but it definitely gets to the point. I hope everyone is enjoying kinktober and thank you all so much for all the love on yesterday's part! <3 reblogs and likes are very much appreciated!! (also if you applied to be on the taglist and aren't, your URL didn't pop up when I added it, so make sure it's correct in the response you send.)

pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), use of vibrator, orgasm control, orgasm denial, nipple play, edging, fingering

word count: 690

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Your heart is racing and sweat is beading your forehead. It feels like Elvis has been at this for hours, torturing you. Every time you’d teeter towards the edge, he’d pull away. God, you could burst right now. He hasn’t even bothered to take off your underwear because he loves watching how wet you get. Your cute underwear is definitely done for now.

“So wet for me, hmm, kitten?” Elvis smirks, circling your clit with the vibrator in his hand.

“Please let me cum,” you cut the niceties and dirty talk and go straight to begging this time.

Elvis mock pouts, pressing the wand harder against you, “You were a bad kitten tonight, so you’re being punished.”

He’s right. You had been teasing him all night at dinner with important people, causing him to blush and stutter a few times. So your punishment is warranted, although it feels like it’s been dragged out for long enough.

“But it’s been so long, I need-” you moan loudly at the feeling of the vibrator being placed on one of your nipples, the bud sensitive from lack of stimulation.

You wiggle and try squeezing your legs together, but Elvis places his large hand on one of your thighs to keep them apart. You’re whimpering, squirming, and getting so close to cumming, but then he pulls the vibrator away. You growl at the loss of sensation. Elvis rubs at your clit with his fingers, circling slowly and teasingly. He pulls your underwear to the side and starts to lick softly at your entrance, gathering the endless amount of arousal before aiming for your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping like your life depends on it. You grind on his tongue as the feeling of warmth spreads to your lower abdomen. You grab at your breasts with your free hand, pinching at your overly sensitive nipples. You’re chasing the orgasm you’ve been hoping for, but then Elvis pulls his mouth away just as it’s about to wash over you.

“Elvis, please,” you whine, reaching down to touch yourself, but he bats your hand away.

“Only when I say you can, alright, darlin’?” Elvis finally gives in, grabbing the vibrator again.

You nod and sigh in relief. Your hips jerk upward from the sudden contact of the wand, but Elvis presses his arm onto your hips to keep you still. He vigorously rubs your clit with the wand, causing you to become almost incoherent with your moans. It feels so good, and waiting was almost worth it. The sound of your slick and the vibrator moving at an alarming speed is the only sound in the room other than the loud vibrations. No sound comes out of your mouth, just desperate gasping as you grip the sheets. Elvis turns the vibration up a notch.

“Please, please, please,” you let out a high-pitched cry, biting your lip so hard it draws blood.

“You wanna cum for me, kitten? Gonna be good from now on?” Elvis looks up at you before pulling the wand away briefly to move your underwear to the side again.

“Yes, I-I’ll be good, Please, I wanna cum,” you beg, the direct stimulation of the vibrator on your clit is about to drive you over the edge.

Elvis slips two fingers inside your soaking pussy as he continues to swirl the wand on your clit. He curls his fingers against your g spot, and your toes begin to curl.

“Cum, baby.”

Hot white light washes over you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your body jerks and trembles from the intense orgasm you’ve been waiting for all night. You scream as Elvis keeps the wand on your clit and continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. Eventually, another earth-shattering orgasm comes over you, and you completely melt into the mattress. Elvis finally pulls away and leaves to get a washcloth. He comes back and cleans you up as you remain still, trying to catch your breath as you twitch and throb. That was the most insane orgasm you’ve ever had. Maybe you should misbehave more.

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caitlin1996 · 1 year

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How many books do you read in a year is a debatable question

For real though big love to @missmaywemeetagain

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asshlyyyy · 1 year

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Metal Love

I could have sworn that I posted this like months ago. I guess I kind of just forgot about it. I looked through my archive here and I didn't find it so... for now this is being posted. If someone finds it, let me know please!

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Pairing: Elvis (Or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Suicide, Colonel Stink Face, Grammar and Spelling Errors. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1k

You weren’t like other girls. Well, you didn’t want to just flat-out say that. Yet, it was the truth. You wore piercings, mostly because you thought they looked cool. Many other people disagreed with that. In fact, people have told you multiple times to kill yourself.

In the end, you didn’t understand what the big deal was. It’s not like your whole face was just piercings. You had your septum, nostril, and eyebrow, and sometimes you even wore your lip piercings. So, it was not even that much. Well, you also had your ears pierced… put a lot of girls had that.

When you met Elvis, he was intrigued. He himself has never had a piercing… from your understanding. Maybe he had a secret one… It is like a tattoo. You could incision someone without a tattoo, and then boom! A tattoo that was hidden under their clothes.

Elvis always asked questions though. Like, did it hurt? He would then turn that into that crappy pickup line. Yeah… that one. Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven? Blegh. He would also ask what made you decide to do it. He then would endlessly compliment you. Because he genuinely liked them, and you were happy he did.

Now, his manager… well… for starters, he didn’t like that you were even in a relationship with Elvis. Second off, he didn’t like the fact that you did have piercings. Like many others, he wanted you to kill yourself because you looked disgusting.

You just pushed past the rude comments and went on with your day. The comments never really got to you, mostly because it was your body. As long as you felt hot, then that was okay. Plus, not to mention… your hot boyfriend thought you were hot so- jokes on everyone else. You scored the hottest man in the world currently.

“My boy, come here.” Elvis turned towards the voice and saw the Colonel waving him over.

Elvis pressed his lips against your cheek, “I’ll be right back, darlin’.” You gave him a nod and watched as he left. As Elvis got closer to the Colonel, he sapped his hand against his shoulder.

“We got to talk my boy. Y/n’s got to go. She’s bringing ya image down.” The Colonel spoke. Elvis looked at him confused.

“How is she bringin’ ma image down?” Elvis asked back. The colonel rolled his eyes and pointed towards you.

“She’s got all that metal shit on her face. No one finds metal on a girl's face attractive.” Elvis rolled his eyes at the Colonel’s comment. He didn’t want Elvis to date anyone, but it wasn’t like he could control that. Elvis dated whom he wanted, and he wanted you.

“‘M not breakin’ up with ma girlfriend just because you don’ like her piercings,” Elvis told him and pulled away. “Now, ‘m going to enjoy my time with my hot-ass girlfriend.”

“My boy-“ the Colonel tried to pull Elvis back, but Elvis was having none of it.

“Can it,” Elvis pulled away and walked back over to you. You looked at him and smiled.

“Hey beautiful,” Elvis said as he wrapped his arm around you. You hummed in response. You could tell the Colonel did something to piss him off. It was written all over his face.

“Was it about me?” You asked. Elvis shook his head, but you knew that he was just trying to keep you from getting hurt. “Elvis, I don’t care what people think about me. I like my piercings, and you like them. That’s all that matters in the end.”

“I just don’t want the words to hurt you.” Elvis sighed lightly. You smiled softly at his response. You appreciated Elvis’s caring side, and you really appreciated when he looked out for your mental side. It showed that he loved you a lot.

“Oh please, they’re just jealous that I have you. Colonel hates me because I’m taking you away from him.” You pointed out to him. Elvis let out a hum and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s true.” Elvis smiled softly and pressed a kiss upon your head.

“Let’s just enjoy the premier, watch the movie, and then head home… yeah?” You suggested, well… more like that was the plan. Go to his movie premiere… watch the movie… maybe have some dinner and then head home.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” He nodded.

So, that’s what the two o you did. Elvis went around answering questions and ignored those who tried to talk shit about you. Then you two went ahead and enjoyed the movie Elvis worked so hard on. Then, afterward, you went home. Besides the part where Colonel tried to get Elvis to break up with you, it was pretty much a successful evening.

“What do ya want to do?” Elvis asked as the two of you finally got home. You let out a hum and looked around. You two didn’t end up going for dinner, so you decided that you should make dinner. Then maybe afterward you guys could cuddle upstairs and watch the television. That sounded nice.

“Well, I need to make dinner. Probably won’t be anything too fancy.” You said as you got out of the car. Elvis nodded and headed over to your side. “First thing is first though, I’m changing.” You gave him a look of discomfort.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like wearing dresses. You liked dresses, it’s just that this dress was a bit too much for your liking. It was tight in weird places and you just felt discomfort the whole nice.

Elvis chuckled and took his hand in yours. “I think I’ll join ya.”

It didn’t matter how much the two of you went through. You knew down the line you would change your piercings, and maybe even remove them. You knew how kids can get when they see shiny things. So, if you two plan on kids you’ll definitely remove them.

Your piercings are what made you… well yourself. No one can remove that from you. Neither can they remove the love that Elvis had for you. No matter how much hate and threats he will receive to leave your ass behind… he stays. That is because he loves you for who you are.

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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would you consider doing a professor presley request on the first night belle slept over? her insecurities making sure he really wants her there, she isn’t taking up space and him needing her to be there in the morning, holding on tight all night and that one little scene where she goes up to go pee and he times her. i love them so much

lover, be good to me

summary: your first official night staying over at graceland as professor's presley's girlfriend manages to go far better than you think it will minus a small hiccup. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t just for a brief implication of sexual activities pairing: professor! elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x student! female reader word count: 1219 warnings: big daddy elvis. elvis using a walking stick/cane. student and professor relationship ( everyone is of legal age ). use of the nickname belle for the reader. brief mention of past traumatic experiences with past partners. brief mention of imagined violence toward intimate partners. brief concerns about being abandoned. author’s note: so i almost made this not just pure fluff. thought briefly about adding a little bit of smut to it before i decided against it mostly because it felt like that wasn't the point of it. that it really needed to just be the pair of them. once again, this is part of the professor presley universe, see the tag for all the parts and such and never worry about sending me stuff about them because i love them and these two are so near and dear to my heart. picture austin as elvis or elvis, i'm not picky even though i know i see real elvis more. also if you want to be on my taglist for anything, click here and fill the form out. responses are anonymous when it comes to me getting your email, obviously i'll know the tumblr name though.

You know better. You both actually should know better if you honestly think about everything for too long. After everything the two of you have gone through you honestly shouldn't be moving this fast. You've been burned enough times and he's old enough that you both should know better. The two of you shouldn't be wrapping yourselves tighter and tighter around one another as the hours go by. Perhaps though, perhaps you always were wrapped around one another. Perhaps from the moment you sat in his class the two of you caused what would be just a flicker of light- an ember of desire from afar turn into a roaring fire of something akin to love. Who were you kidding, there was nothing akin to about your love for him and his love for you. Nothing small and reserved about how you worried about him and how you both fit so naturally against one another. Almost as if you were made to find each other at this moment in time and no other.

It's only been a week since you had broken down in Elvis's office. A week of bliss between you going to your classes and him teaching his own. A week of bliss that you didn't dare ruin by asking or agreeing to spend the night with Elvis because you know what would happen. Old habits die hard even when presented with such love it threatens to choke you from the sheer intensity of it. Old habits die hard and you're so terrified of waking up to Elvis regretting everything and kicking you out. He wouldn't hurt you but when you sleep sometimes an image of him using his substantial bulk and weight against you, dragging you out of bed, smacking you with his cane until you left comes to unbidden. It terrifies you.

It's Noelle who finally tells you to just try one night with him. One night where you don't leave out of fear of a wake up call he's unlikely to give. You almost tell her you refuse to, that you'll go on doing this stupid little dance where you love him and show him affection and would do anything for him but where you refuse to even consider sleeping at his house overnight. Except after she tells you to try he asks over lunch with such an expectant look that you can't help but say yes. You can't help but feel warm from the inside out as he grins at you and looks like he wants to pick you up and twirl you, his leg be damned.

There's something different about purposefully falling asleep next to him though. Something different about curling up next to him as he reads, his glasses perched on his nose and hushing you when you tell him that it seems a little too dark in the room. You distract him enough that his book is forgotten no more than ten minutes later and you find that both of you are a little sweaty as you lay your head down on his chest, hand playing with his chest hair almost rhythmically until you doze off to the sounds of his snores.

His grip on you is tight, his hand cupping your hip in a way that you're not too sure if his fingers are going to leave bruises. It would be disconcerting when anyone else does it but it soothes something inside your chest. It soothes that angry and scared monster beneath your breast that snarls that he doesn't want you here- not really- and that you're going to need to leave soon before he kicks you out. It soothes the smaller voice inside your head that tells you that you're making him uncomfortable laying on his chest like this. That you're the reason for his snoring and that you should detangle yourself from him before he detangles himself from you. His grip on your hip and the way his arm fills around you and the way his body heat is right next to you has everything quieting down and narrowing your thoughts to just the two of you.

Well. The two of you and how much you kind of need to use the bathroom. You're loathe to leave him but you know better than to try and sleep when you need to go like this. It's a recipe for having to wake up at best ten minutes after you fall back asleep. A pillow is unoccupied behind you and you shimmy just a little to grab it, noting how Elvis shifts in his sleep a little, his grip tightening as he growls in his sleep. Your heart twists at the knowledge that he's going to likely realize you're trying to get up and think maybe you're leaving again when nothing could be farther than the truth. Nothing could be farther than the truth because all you want to do is just stay curled up against him, listening to his heart beat only for you in this moment.

It takes longer than it should to detangle yourself and replace your body with the pillow but when you finally slide off the bed you let out a sigh of relief and start to tiptoe to the bathroom when you hear a sleep addled voice that you realize you want to hear every night for the rest of your life- though perhaps not sounding so hurt.

"Where ya goin', Belle?" He asks, his sleepy eyes somehow still betraying quite a bit of anger.

Your answer is briefly caught in your throat as you frown. "I have to use the bathroom. I'm not- I'm just going to the bathroom."

His arm tightens around the pillow as he stares you down and frowns. "Wait til mornin'."

It almost sounds like a plea, like he doesn't trust that you're going to come back. That his body that's already trying to pull him back into the land of dreams and if he shuts his eyes you'll leave him just like you did that one night. Your chest feels tight just thinking about it as you move close to cup his face, watching as he nuzzles his cheek into your hand.

"I'll be back in a minute, Elvis. I promise. I'm not," you start before bending down to kiss him and place a hand on his chest, "going to leave you. Your heartbeat's lulled me to sleep so well. I've been in such a deep sleep."

His own eyes are starting to shut again, something about your touch comforting him but he can't help the next words that slip from his mouth even if he doesn't mean them. "I'm timin' ya."

"I better get going then, shouldn't i?" You retort, continuing your tiptoe to the bathroom finally and taking less time than you ever think you have in there before coming back out to the pillow where it should be and his arms open for you to burrow back into them. His breathing's evened back out but you can't help but kiss his chest where his heart would be even as your hand moves to play with his chest once more before you fall asleep. As you're dozing off you say three little words.

"I love you."

You swear he says the words back even as he sleeps.

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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years

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Oh GOD I am having feelings about this

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bits-and-babs · 2 years

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𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑! 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍!𝐄��𝐕𝐈𝐒

-> OCT. 17 : PUSSY SLAPPING

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. Dom!Austin!Elvis, fingering, spoilt orgasms, mentions of the cum-back special ;)

WC: 1015

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Elvis’ mother used to say that his hands were a gift from God. That he had bestowed upon Elvis a Midas touch. Everything he touched became invaluable. A microphone, his guitar, his skill bled into each of his instruments and created art with such ease.

Elvis’ skills with his hands weren’t limited to his musical equipment. He reduced you to a sobbing wreck with such ease every time he touched you. He could play you, make you sing with the simplest of touches. He once pulled the most earth-shattering orgasm from you, exhausting you with his fingers alone when he murmured into your ear; “That’s my favourite song.”

However, Elvis wasn’t above punishing you for your bad behaviour either. The look on his face when his Comeback Special filming wrapped made it clear to you that he was less than pleased with the attitude you had been displaying. It’s not as though you’d been rude, or shown distaste towards the film crew. No, you’d just been eyeing him up during his renditions of Hound Dog, dragging your eyes down the length of his body and making it achingly clear whilst he was up on that stage and could do nothing about it that you wanted him.

What you hadn’t accounted for was how worked up Elvis would get. The strain in his voice, the ad-libbed moans he often did during Trouble suddenly a lot less theatrical and a lot more needy. By the time he was handing over his guitar to his security, you were feeling both giddy and guilty about what was in store.

“You, little miss, are comin’ with me,” he insisted, his thick southern drawl sending a chill down your spine with the way he ordered you around. You weren’t given much choice regardless, his hand firmly taking you by the wrist and pulling you behind stage to his dressing room.

The slam of the door told you that you certainly had crossed a line in the best way possible, his palm at your back pushing your chest and face into the surface of his dressing table. Elvis, never one to care much about his valuables, pushes the expensive colognes aside, their glass bottles only prevented from shattering by the thick rug under your feet.

“Elvis-“ You gasp as he rips your jeans down your hips, taking your underwear along with them. He’s angry, you like him like this.

“Little miss thought that she could mess around like that while I was on stage, hmm?” He muses cruelly, his hand winding its way around your front and settling at the apex of your thighs. “Thought she could make a scene and not be punished?”

You whimper softly, his index fingertip gently rubbing slow circles around your needy clit. Fuck, you were so horny, seeing him dance around on that stage in that leather suit that suited his body so good. His ass had looked incredible-

“Made me fuckin’ cum in my nice new suit, darlin’. Made me cum in front of all those people. And you liked it, didn’t you?” He sneered, his already soaked fingers slipping into your cunt with such ease. The cold metal of his horse-shoe shaped diamond ring bumping up against your entrance and causing you to gasp out loudly at the way he managed to find your g-spot almost instantaneously.

“I-, Oh- I’m sorry-“ You attempt to bargain, attempt to plead for mercy. It’s all part of the game and you know it. He’s not going to forgive you, you both like the punishment.

“No you’re not,” he laughs out, his fingertip rubbing up against that mind numbing spot that makes your jaw drop and your eyes roll back into your skull. “No you’re not!”

He swiftly withdraws his digits from your puffy, needy cunt and harshly slaps your clit so hard you swear you see stars, crying out his name and grasping at the edges of the dressing table so hard your knuckles go pale.

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Wanted me to cream my fuckin’ pants on national tv. Wanted to be the reason Elvis Presley looks like a fuckin’ idiot didn’t you baby?” He murmurs into your ear, his body draped across your back in order to get as close as possible. You can feel his hard cock through the leather jumpsuit he is still wearing pressed against the curve of your ass as he slaps your cunt again, causing your body to jolt in shock.

“Answer me darlin’,” He insists, pulling his hand away as if to gear up for another spank of your poor, tingling cunt.

“Y-Yes! Yes it was what I wanted!” You cry out, grasping onto the table and whimpering softly as Elvis settles his hand over your pussy gently and carefully begins to rub circles over your clit again. You sob softly, body curling inwards slightly as he begins to build up your orgasm.

“See? That weren’t so hard was it?” He coos, his other hand slowly sliding up your sternum and underneath your shirt before squeezing your breast with his calloused palm. “You gonna apologise to me?”

“I’m sorry, Elvis,” you moan, sounding completely unashamed as you focus on your growing orgasm. Your toes curl in your shoes as you feel the peak grow and grow, Elvis’ dexterous fingers throwing you into the mind-numbing feeling.

“You gonna cum for me, little miss?” He whispers softly, the plump flesh of his lips gently tracing the shell of your ear. It’s as though his Southern accent crawls down your spine, settling in your lower abdomen and dragging you towards the edge.

“Ahh- Yes! Elvis-“ You gasp, bracing yourself for the fall.

“No you ain’t,” Elvis mutters, delivering a sudden and harsh spank to your clit. Your orgasm obliterates you, the stinging pain spoiling the pleasure somewhat despite the fact you double over with it, a loud wail of despair leaving your throat.

“Mhmm, see, now you know how it feels sugar,” Elvis muses, pressing gentle kisses to your head with a smirk. “You’re gonna have to ask nicely if you want another.”

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