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[satninroses]

NSFW Alphabet| A.B x Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Austin is all about aftercare! Honestly, he might just enjoy taking care of you more than the actual sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He definitely doesn’t have a favorite part of your body. He loves every inch of you so much, it hurts him. His favorite body part on himself is probably his arms and hands. He loves to manhandle you in bed.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Nothing gross. He’ll cum in your throat but that’s about it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to make a sex tape with you. He thinks you’re beautiful and he could get off to the same video of you for weeks on end.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Pretty experienced. He’s had a few girlfriends before you so he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position is missionary! He loves to look at your fucked-out expression while he makes you feel good. He would also probably like to have you ride him. He really enjoys anything where he can look at you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely falls on the goofier side. He loves to make your intimate moments something special for the two of you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s groomed very well. He isn’t completely shaven but he takes good care of himself.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s so intimate with you! He loves you so much, it physically pains him. He’ll hug you close while he fucks into you and never let you go.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a typical amount for a man. Sometimes, he likes when you do it with him. When he was filming Elvis, he had a polaroid of you, naked, in his phone case.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He enjoys praise and dirty talk, and maybe a little bit of spanking. Other than that, he’s pretty vanilla but is willing to experiment for you!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His favorite place to have sex is your guys’ shared room. He loves to set a sensual mood and enjoy his time with you. On the contrast, when he’s in a more “rough” mood, he’ll take you in the car or on a kitchen counter.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves when you tease him. Maybe while you’re both at a little get-together, you’ll sit in his lap and wiggle around to get his attention.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’ll never hit you. Besides spanking on the ass, he would never hit you anywhere else. He’s also not really into the idea of public sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definitely likes both. While he loves when you go down on him, he absolutely loves to be in between your legs giving you the thrill of your life. I think given he’s had a few other partners, he knows what to do.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. He can make love to you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world. Like one harsh move and you disappear. But he can also fuck you like it’s your last day on Earth.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He could but does he want to? Not really. He wants to take you nice and deep.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As previously mentioned, he’s pretty vanilla but he’s totally willing to step out of bounds for a moment with you. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable with it before anything else!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could go for a good few rounds. If you were showing signs of fatigue and drowsiness, he would definitely stop and get you off to bed.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does not own toys for himself. However, if you bought him one, he would not be mad. He would also use any toys you have for yourself on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease you in a mean way! He might rile you up a little but he would never leave you hanging. He always finishes what he starts.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He groans here and there but other than that, he’s not all that vocal.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has definitely bottomed for you before. Maybe it wasn’t intentional and you guys didn’t talk about it beforehand but, he definitely slid into a bottom position and let you do whatever you wanted to him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s bigger than average. Probably ~8 inches. He’s circumcised and has a little bit of pubic hair at the base.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like on the spectrum of yearning, he’d fall right in the middle. He’s not so high that he would take you in whatever location you’re in, but it’s high enough that he would drive home just to fuck you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep until you’re all taken care of. He’ll place you back in bed and clean himself up. He’ll climb under the covers and hold you close to him as you both fall asleep together.

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[vintageshanny]

Elvis Top Three - Horny/Sexy Songs

Thank you @xanatenshi for the idea for this next question! Of course with Elvis being the sexiest man to ever exist, sometimes (a lot of times) that appeal oozed out into his music, especially when he would make those…noises. You know what I mean. 😉 So what are everyone’s top three sexy/horny Elvis songs? 🥵

Shake, Rattle and Roll (full version) - The verse that was edited out (“the way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin’ through, I can’t believe my eyes, all that mess belongs to you”) reminds me of what Elvis supposedly said to Kay Wheeler when they met - “Is this all you?” Oh my god, I would just die if he looked at me and said something that sexy. 🥵 Even without that verse, the song is full of innuendo and I love it. “You make me roll my eyes and then you make me grit my teeth.” I’m picturing a very specific scenario with that line…

Steamroller Blues - Whew, hearing Elvis sing blues just does something to me, and again with the innuendo on this one! Please, Elvis, shoot me full of rhythm and blues or whatever else you want. 😉 Also I love how he pronounces cement like semen lol.

It Feels So Right - Basically the whole Elvis is Back album is off-the-charts sexy, but this one in particular drives me wild. His intense vocal delivery makes me feel some kind of way, and I wish I could’ve seen him belting this out in the studio. “Nothing could be wrong that feels so right.” Describes my love for this man. ❤️

Let’s hear your hottest takes on sexy Elvis songs! Anyone join in! 😘

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[everythingelvispresley]

Oh ladies Elvis is looking fine here. 🔥🔥🔥🥵🥵

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[burnthheparaphilia]

---Elvis manga---

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To all my followers and few people that I follow and I adore 💗💗.

Im starting a proyect that basically is a manga where elvis has superpowers and the Protagonist (Katherine) needs a piece of his power to defeat one of the most strong gods(?) (im not sure about what type of human or monster is gonna be this villian but i'll start working on that!!) and she is the only one that can withstand that type of power without dying or destroy all the earth....

But elvis won't give that piece of power so easily, Challenging her to a duel where if she wins she can take that little piece but... If she loses... She dies.

SOOOO basically Depending on the jumpsuit that he wears he has different powers (example; the burning love suit, with that he can spit fire or use fire) and I would love that you will vote for an extra jumpsuit or era (because I already got like ten jumpsuits and eras for this manga but this one is just for you 💗).

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---OPTIONS---

Adonis Jumpsuit

G.I Blues

Karate Elvis

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I'll tag some people but feel free to vote if you want :-D

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[the-ugly-swan]

.𓂃□ :💽: 𓏲 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ᠑ 𓏹 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 !

□□. ॰ 𖥔ؗ ̟ ﹅💽 : 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈‘𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 ❝𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝❞ 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ★ॱ ✦ 💿 ｡

💽 ꗃ. 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 ⋆ ➩. @precious-little-scoundrel @lindszeppelin @vintagepresley @mydarlingelvis @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love @ab4eva @aliengoth3 @prompted-wordsmith @satninroses @whatstruthgottodowithit @kiankiwi @elvisabutler

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[satninroses]

Caught In The Act

(A/N): Almost done with the old fics! I’ll be onto some old requests and some new ones as well. Thank you to everyone who has stuck along! I love you very much!! As usual, I hope you enjoy it :-)

Summary: You and Elvis get caught in the deed by Gladys. You get lightheaded and pass out.

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

Word count: 1,857

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Penetration, (F. Receiving) Riding, Fingering, Swearing, Mentions of Passing out, Mentions of injuries, Crying, Slight Angst.

Your meeting with Gladys had been quick. At that moment, she was cooking dinner for the family in celebration of your arrival. She gave you a hug and a kiss on the cheek and you both talked for a few minutes. Elvis was getting antsy and bratty so she sent you on your way. You wanted to talk to her a little bit more but Mr. Impatient in the pink button up couldn’t contain himself. He practically dragged you by the collar up the stairs and to his bedroom. Once you stepped in, he shut the door.

In an instant, his hands were all over you. He raked his fingers through your hair and slid them down your back. His hands met the small of your back where he pushed you into him- hard. He wanted to be as close as possible to you. While one of his hands stayed on your back, the other found its way to your ass and gave it harsh slap. You let out a surprised yelp and gave him a fake-annoyed look. Your pursed your lips at him and squinted your eyes.

“I think that’s enough hitting for one night Mr. Presley.”

“I don’t think it’s enough.”

His lips slammed into yours in a animalistic and feverish kiss. His hands came together again and began to unbutton the blouse portion of your dress. You had already kicked your heels off to make the process easier and quicker for him. He got to the last button and harshly shoved the top of the dress of your shoulders and onto the floor, leaving you in your lacy bra and panties.

“It’s like you knew. Good play doll.”

He disconnected from the kiss and pushed you onto the bed. He also made quick work of his clothes as well leaving him in just his boxers. He got on top of you and pulled you into another kiss again. Both of his hands snaked their way around your back to unlatch your bra and let your twins go free. He then slid his hands down and removed your panties. His hands found their way to your pussy where he paid the most attention.

You bucked your hips into his hands while he rubbed fast circles around your clit. He pulled away from the kiss to attach his mouth to one of your nipples. You placed one hand on his shoulder and the other one raked through his soft jet-black locks.

“Mmm.. Elvis. Please stop teasing! Please just give it to me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled away from your body completely to stand upright. He removed his underwear and threw it down into the ever-growing pile of discarded clothing. He grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer and rolled it over the length of his cock. He stood back up and pulled your legs so you were right near his aching cock. He spit in his hand and stuck two fingers into your hole.

“Oh! Elvis! Could have warned me!”

He chuckled and pulled out. “Sorry Darlin’. Just couldn’t help myself”

Before you had the chance to respond, he pulled his fingers out and replaced it with his cock; submerged himself into you fully. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try and muffle the pornographic moan that escaped your mouth.

He didn’t wait for you to warm up to him. He went straight in- rough and fast.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t had sex with him before. Usually he tries to ease you into it by going slow and gentle but tonight was just one of those nights. You weren’t mad at him and it’s not like it hurt. Quite the opposite actually. It felt so good. Maybe a little too good.

“Fuck! Take it baby. Take this fat cock come on, moan for me pretty girl.”

You let out soft moans that had a hint of pain laced into them. You were feeling a little woozy and light headed. You thought this was just a part of it.

“Yeah! Yeah you’re such a pretty little slut. Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock? Say it! Say you’re gonna cum!”

His grunts were on the verge of barbaric. You wanted to groan in pain and tell him to stop but you just couldn’t.

“Mmm. Elvis I’m gonna cum. Please make me cum! Uhh you’re so thick please make me cum E!”

Elvis increased the speed and strength of his trusts. He gripped your thighs and pushed them up as far as he could go to get a better angle of your G-spot. Once he found it, he didn’t stop hitting it. Your eyes were so far in the back of your head that you could practically see your brain.

Your senses were invaded by him. All you could see and hear and feel was him. And you loved it.

“I’m so close! Oh god, Elvis! Please make me cum GOD!”

With one final thrust he pushed you over the edge and into cloud nine. He didn’t stop his ministrations though. He kept fucking you through your orgasm until you saw stars.

While you couldn’t deny that this was the best you had ever felt, your lightheadedness was taking over. You felt like you could pass out right then and there.

He pulled out and breathed for a moment. “Are you ok?” You nodded slowly before sitting up. When you sat up, you didn’t feel his seed leak out of you like it usually did. “Wait, you didn’t cum?”

He smiled bashfully. “No. I wanted to try something new with you. I want you to ride me.” Your heart pounded in your chest at the confession but so did your head. You really didn’t want to press your luck with his headache but you also didn’t want to leave him to count on his right hand to finish the job.

You nodded again before moving next to him on the bed. “How do I do this?” He’s hand grasped yours. “Go ahead and get on top of me. I’ll help you out. You wanna make that that pretty cunt is right over me. I’ll take it from there and then I’ll tell you when to sit on it, ok?” You nodded at his direction.

You did everything he asked you too. You sat over his cock and slid it along your sensitive folds. You finally found the hole and began to push down. You kept going until you bottomed out on him. In this new position, it felt like he was reaching new spots inside you that had never been discovered before.

“Try to bounce on it or move your hips. If you need help, let me know, ok?

You flashed him a knowing smile and began to gently pump yourself up and down on him. His moans from beneath you were deep and guttural. His hands found their way to your hips and began to slam you down on his cock.

You were getting that feeling again. That floaty feeling like you were being suffocated, but this time it was much stronger. You pressed your hands onto his chest to ground yourself but you were already too far gone.

Just then, the door to the room swung open. In walked Gladys. “Elvis, baby! Dinner is re-“

Simultaneously, you three screamed. You tried to cover yourself but it was too late. The scare that had been set upon you pushed you over the edge and you passed out.

Elvis not realizing that you had passed out let you lay limp on his body as he pulled out. As soon as he let you go, you fell off the bed and onto the floor where you hit your head.

Gladys stood paralyzed at the door. She could not believe what she was witnessing. She almost passed out as well when she heard Elvis.

When you fell, his cock slapped his stomach and he let out a loud groan. He stood quickly and bent down next to you. “(Y/N)?! (Y/N)! Wake up sweets!” He jostled your body in an attempt to wake you up.

Gladys rushed over to be of some assistance. “Did she hit her head? If so, how hard?”

“I-I don’t know! I just let go of her and s-s-she fell off!”

In that moment, it had dawned on him the gravity of the situation. He was kneeling next to your hickey covered body, naked, in front of his mom. His cock bobbed gently and was so achy. He wanted to cum so bad it hurt.

Elvis let out a sob and leaned his head next to yours. “I’m so sorry mama. I didn’t mean for you to s-see me like this.”

Gladys didn’t care that her son was naked and erected in front of him and that his girlfriend lied passed out on the floor. “Baby it’s gonna be ok. We’re gonna get you both cleaned up and we’re gonna get her all patched up. Just take a few breaths in for me and go out on some clothes.”

He nodded and stood up to exit the scene quickly. Gladys stayed by your side and attempted to administer CPR to you. Miraculously, it worked! Your eyes fluttered open slowly and your hand went straight to cover your eyes because of the brightness.

Once your eyes adjusted to everything, you finally took in the scene ahead of you. You were naked, covered in hickeys and bruised finger prints in front of Elvis’ mom. Your hands raised to cover yourself.

“Oh g-god! Mrs. Presley I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry! This is so unladylike.” She placed a hand to your mouth. “It’s ok. Elvis will be back with some Tylenol and water for you. For now, let’s get you dressed and back into bed.”

She helped you up off the floor and slowly walked you to the bed. She helped you button up one of Elvis’ shirts and put your panties back on.

Elvis returned to the room with medicine, water, and a pair of his pajama pants for himself. Once he saw you up and conscious, he made a beeline for you. He put the items down before wrapping his arms around you. “(Y/N), baby! You’re ok! Im so sorry I let this happen. I should have been more careful.”

You smiled gently and grasped his hands into your hands. “It’s ok. I should have said something. It’s not you.”

He hugged you harder and you hugged back; albeit weakly. Gladys stood from where she was stationed at the bed. “I’ll give you guys some time. Dinner is ready and on the stove if you want any.”

Elvis turned to he was facing his mother. “We’ll come down in a minute. Thank you mama.”

Gladys smiled and let out a chuckle. “Any time baby.” She turned to walk out by stopped in her tracks right outside the door.

“Oh, and..?”

Elvis listened intently for what was to come out next.

“Please be safer next time.”

You and Elvis let out tired and knowing laughs.

“You can say that again.”

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[satninroses]

Behind Unlocked Doors: Pt. 2 | E.P x Reader

(A/N): The long awaited sequel is here!! I had initially started working on this pre-overhaul. It’s been sitting in my drafts for a little bit so I’m SUPER happy to have it published. I hope you all enjoy :-)!

Summary: Elvis confronts you after the run-in during part one. He shows you how much he loves and adores you.

Link to Pt. 1

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem! Reader

Word count: 4,682

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Crying, Little bit of angst, Dirty talk, Fingering, Penetration, (F. receiving) Oral, (F. receiving) Hint of orgasm denial.

You didn’t join the Mafia for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Whenever there was a recording session, you sat in the corner of the studio and read a book quietly as to not draw attention to yourself. There were times when Elvis would stop you in the hall but you would act like you couldn’t hear him or see him and practically run back to your room.

Elvis on the other hand, hated this new treatment. You were already quiet and reserved. He knows he just made it worse. He desperately wanted to ask Jerry if he could talk to you but he didn’t know how he would react to Elvis watching his little sister masturbate.

At some point, Elvis had reached a breaking point. He needed to apologize or talk to Jerry. While he really didn’t favor either option, it was only chance at salvaging what he had ruined.

That night, Elvis had approached Jerry. Jerry smiled and waved.

“Hey boss. What’s up?” Elvis’ heart dropped. He would feel bad if Jerry already knew and he was telling him but Jerry really had no clue what was going on.

“Hey. I really need to talk to you about something. It’s not easy to talk about either. It’s about (Y/N).”

Jerry’s happy smile turned into a confused expression. “What do you mean?”

Elvis sucked in a breath. “I’m gonna tell you this. Please hold your anger til the end.” Jerry was really curious and a little worried.

“Ok?”

“The other night when you guys went to the casino and I stayed back, I walked upstairs to talk to her and walked in on her… relieving some tensions…” Elvis trailed off.

“I don’t understand Elvis.”

Elvis internally groaned. He knew he had to rip it off fast like a bandaid.

“I walked in on (Y/N) using a dildo on herself. She kinda… squirted everywhere. Even on me. I didn’t move and I watched but honest, I didn’t mean too. I know this probably isn’t something you wanted to know. However, she’s been acting off since then and I really need you to convince her to talk to me. I need to apologize real bad.” Elvis exhaled a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding. He waited for a response.

“I…” Jerry was at a loss for words. He didn’t know whether to be angry or surprised or all of the above. Before Elvis even had the chance to react, Jerry had slapped him across the face. His hands dropped to his side and he also exhaled.

“That’s for watching her and probably scaring her shitless. I’ll go talk to her but you better apologize IMMEDIATELY.” Elvis nodded quickly and out his hands out in defeat.

“Without a doubt. Thank you for doing this.”

Jerry nodded and walked out of the room. Elvis sat on the nearest and chair and took a moment to calm down. He knew he needed to make it clear to you that he wasn’t disgusted or uncomfortable with you. And, by the sound of his name pouring out of your mouth, you weren’t uninterested either. He had to think of a way to address the situation without coming across like a creep.

You sat on your plush bed and read some of your books. You needed a way to take your mind of everything that happened. “What if he thinks I'm disgusting or perverted?” You thought out loud to yourself. It was never your intention for him to walk in and see you in such a vulnerable state. You didn't mean to keep fucking yourself even with his eyes on you. Since then, you had been locking the door to every room you go into. Your room, the bathroom, the dressing rooms, sometimes the studio doors. (You don’t mean to do that. It’s a force of habit.)

There was a gentle rap at your door. You froze before tip toeing to the door to look out the peephole. It was Jerry. He wore a not-pleasant expression on his face. You opened the door and peeked out.

“Jerry? Are you ok?”

“(Y/N). I know what happened the other night. Elvis told me. I know it was unintentional and I’m here to pass on a message from Elvis. He wants to apologize, but he wants to apologize to you in person.”

An unhappy look spreads across your face. “Oh.” You simply stated. You cheeks begun to heat up in embarrassment and shame from being confronted by your big brother about something so private. You feel tears well up in your eyes at the idea of him being disgusted by your lack of self-awareness. You SHOULD have locked the door and you SHOULD have covered up and ignored the burning heat in your pussy. But you didn’t.

“I-I can try. Is he downstairs?” You ask through your heaving breathing and tears. “Yeah.” He replies. You rip your eyes away from him and look to the side. This was humiliating. How could you be such a prude?

“Sis, I’m not mad at you. Is that why you’re crying?” You sniffle again before the waterworks begin. He pushes the door all the way open and envelopes you in a hug. “I feel disgusted with myself Jerry. I feel like a whore and Elvis probably thinks I'm a whore too. I'm sorry Jerry.”

“Oh (Y/N). It ain't your fault. He came to me apologizing a whole lot. He didn't mean to make things weird. Listen, why don't we head downstairs and you can talk to him. I'll be right behind ya, ok?”

You stood there for a minute, held against your brothers chest thinking. Eventually you made a small noise to show you agreed and released him from the hug. “Please just give me a moment to collect myself.” He nodded. “I'll be downstairs.”

You entered your room again and took a deep breath to calm yourself down. You walked to your bathroom and fixed your hair and makeup. You changed from your pajamas to a cute, white babydoll dress. You threw on a big fluffy cardigan along with your frilly socks and Mary Janes. You made your way out of the room and took the elevator to the ground floor.

You arrived in the lobby to be met with an abnormal amount of people. You made your way around the sea of bodies to the V.I.P lounge where Elvis and the mafia were usually stationed. You walk up to the bouncer and tap him gently on the shoulder.

He looks down at you and smiles. “Hey (Y/N). Here to get a drink?”

“Not exactly. However, that's also welcome.” You both laughed softly. He lifted the bar and let you in. “Have a good night sweets. Stay safe.”

“Thank you Hank!” You gushed sweetly at him and waved. You made your way down the little hallway and into the lounge itself. It was littered with all kinds of people having a good time. You walked around for a minute before finding the booth that your brother was in. In the booth, Elvis sat at the end followed by Billy, Scotty, Jerry, Joe, and Charlie. Billy was the first to notice you.

“Hey (Y/N)! Came down to get a drink with us?” At the sound of your name, Elvis and Jerry shot their heads up. Elvis blushed and smiled at you but you sported a nervous look. You walked over and stood awkwardly by Charlie at the other end of the table. Charlie look up, confused, as to why you were just standing there.

“God damnit fellas, make some room for her! Scoot down Charlie!” Charlie followed by everyone else scoot down a seat leaving space right next to Elvis. He pat the spot invitingly and you sat down. You clenched your hands between your thighs and cowered. You were nervous. You didn’t want him to be doing this out of pity or because he was about to make fun of you. Your knee bounced up and down rapidly out of anxiety.

Jerry cleared his throat and you looked at him. He raised his eyebrow to ask ‘Are you ok?’ You nodded and looked away. Jerry flagged down one of the waiters to get you a drink and some food for the table.

“(Y/N), what do you want to drink?”

“Uhh… May I please get the Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri?” The waiter nodded.

“Anything else for the table?” Elvis perked up.

“Yeah, let us get 2 baskets of fries and onion rings each,” he leaned over you to speak privately to the waiter. “Oh and…get the lady some of those fancy chocolate covered strawberries.” Elvis slipped him a few $50 bills before he walked off.

While he was leaned over speaking to the waiter, his hands found their way onto your thighs as support. He played it off as trying to steady himself but you could see through that. While he grabbing the bills from his pocket, he grabbed onto your inner thigh to stead himself from falling. He leaned a good bit of his weigh onto you and let his hands slip up to in between your upper thighs. A dusty pink blush spread itself across your face as you let him hold you this way.

He released your thighs and you curled back into yourself. For the time that you had been waiting for your drinks and food, Elvis and guys had been talking up a storm. They cracked jokes, told stories, planned for different shows and all around had a good time. While it didn’t seem like it, you were also having a good time. You didn’t make any comments but you listened and giggled quietly at the appropriate times. These last few days of secluding yourself from everyone were boring. It was nice to hear people talk for a change.

The time passed slowly though. It had felt like forever since you ordered your drinks but like clockwork, they showed up. A few of the guys had ordered some beers to the table along with the food and your pretty drink. The waiter sets down your drink last before turning back to the cart. He pulls out a pretty pink heart-shaped dish with an assorted variety of chocolate covered strawberries.

You cock your head in confusion. “Oh, I’m sorry. We didn’t order this?”

“Mr. Presley ordered them.”

‘That’s probably what he was telling the waiter,’ you thought to yourself.

“Doll, they’re for you.” Elvis adds quietly. You turned your head and face him for the first time in a few days. You blushed again and opened your mouth, but shut it. You murmured a quiet ‘thank you.’

For a few minutes, you didn’t touch the strawberries. You just slowly sipped on your drink and thought about stuff. Finally, after 10 or so minutes, you started to eat. You took small bites to savor the flavor as these were the BEST chocolate covered strawberries you had ever had.

Elvis had watched as your face contorted from an uncomfortable look to a much more relaxed and content look. He leaned over to Jerry.

“I think I’m gonna talk to her now if that’s ok? Watch our drinks please.” He whispered in his ear. Jerry nodded his head but gripped Elvis’ sleeve.

“If she comes back crying again we’re gonna have to have a talk.” Elvis nodded and stood up. He wasn’t used to being bossed around by his right hand man, but he understood his protective instinct over his little sister and respected that.

“Darlin’. Would you mind comin’ with me? I need to talk to you real quick.”

You glanced up at him and back at your brother for help. Your brother plastered a reassuring smile on his face and nodded. You gulped and stood up to get out of his way. He you offered his hand to you and you took it, following him out of the lounge and into a back hallway.

“Is everything ok, Elvis?” You asked quietly. You were nervous as to what was to come. Was he about to fire you? Was he going to tell you that you needed to find somewhere else to go because you can’t travel with them? Was he going to fire you AND Jerry because of what happened? All these possibilities and thoughts clouded your head and you became visibly distressed.

“Yeah. I needed to talk to you about the other night.”

Oh god. It was happening. The media would find out about this and your lives would be destroyed. Everyone would find out how much of a whore you are. You would never be allowed out in public. People would call you names and mock you.

“Yes?” You replied shakily.

“I want to apologize. I should have knocked. I know I made you uncomfortable and I really don’t want that to be the way you think bout’ me. I’m real sorry yittle. I hope you can forgive me.”

You widen your eyes at his confession. ‘He thinks he made me uncomfortable?’ You feel an overwhelming sence of guilt take over.

“I-I.. I don’t know what to say. I thought I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t want to face you because I was afraid you would send me away. I’m so sorry Elvis.” You took a deep breath to calm your shaky breaths. Before there was a moment to speak, he enveloped you in a tight hug.

Your hands laid limp at your side for a moment but eventually, you wrapped them around his torso. His head laid in the crook of your neck and he breathed your scent. This nose breaths on a sensitive part of your neck and you push yourself into him and made a whimpering noise. He raised his head and stared down into your eyes. You stared back. You felt a sense of intimacy in this moment. You searched for the love in his eyes and he in yours.

“(Y/N)… Can I kiss you?” You didn’t respond. You made a bold move of initiating the kiss. You stood on your tippy toes and snaked your hands up and around his neck. He kissed back and deepened it as well. His lips were so soft and plush against your own. He stuck his tongue in your mouth to turn the kiss into a more sensual one. He tasted like rum and coke. His scent invaded your senses. The smell of his typical cologne- Lenel For Men- had hints of citrus and spice. You were intoxicated by his scent, taste, and the feeling of his body wrapped around your own. You could simply sit here forever and be stuck in his being forever.

He felt the same way about you. You were so pretty like this. So pretty when you look into his eyes. So pretty when you whimper. So pretty when you let him paw at your thighs. So so so so pretty when you squirted to the thought of him. Since that night, he wanted to fill you up and make you his own. He loved you and he yearned for you. He needed to make things right before he could act on his primal urges.

His kisses got more erotic and desperate. He wanted to be as close to you as possible. He wanted to be IN you. His hands slipped from your waist to the small of you back. You move your hands so they’re right up against his chest. You moan quietly his hands move further down and onto your ass. He gives it a squeeze and then a slap.

“E-Elvis! Maybe we shouldn’t do this right here…” You suggest timidly. You want him right now but you would rather not be caught by random bystanders.

“You’re right doll face. Wouldn’t want people to see what’s mine.” Mine. The word replayed in your head like a ringing bell. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. You could feel your panties become wet from his sultry and deep southern drawl. “Oh Elvis, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about this! I need you right now!”

He chuckled and pulled you into a secluded laundry room. He locked the door behind him and set you on a folding table. “Doll, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this either. When I saw you the other night, pretty little cunt out I wanted to fuck you on that bed. I wanted to replace that silly little toy with myself. I want to be your man and I want you to be my woman.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. With some kind of newfound confidence and bravery, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. He didn’t hesitate to return the kiss. His hands went straight to cradling your cheeks. He squished them slightly and deepened the kiss. One of his hand snake down to your dress-clad breast and begins to gently massage it. His fingers find their way the the bottom of your dress and bunch it up to your waist.

“Take it off baby.” He demands. You nod quietly and pull the dress over your head and on the floor next to the legs of the table. His hands and mouth are all over you. His mouth begins to suck and nip at your collarbone while his fingers pinch and prod at your tits and nipples. “Oh, Elvis! Oh g-gosh.” You stuttered out. You felt him smirk against your collarbone before moving his mouth and hands down lower. He kisses the space in between and above your breasts before finally taking one of your nipples in his mouth.

His hands felt like lava on your skin as they pushed you down further onto the table. Your back hits the cold granite and it archs. You tits were pretty and perky in his mouth as his whole body moved to match yours- like a puzzle piece. His hands move from your stomach to your groin where he traced your pelvis bone with his rough, calloused fingers.

“Elvis, please. Please take me I need you.” He got a lopsided grin on his face and nodded. He pushes himself back from you and leans down so he’s eye level with your cunt. “So pretty, baby. You want me to take this pretty pussy? All’s you gotta say is yes and I’ll have you pretty girl.” You feel wetness pool in your panties and you nod frantically “Yes, please! Need you inside Elvis!”

His ego was being stroked and he let that show through. He pressed his fingers to your panties and let the wetness coat his fingers. The feeling of his hot fingers on your pussy sent an electric shock down your spine and you shivered. He stuck said fingers in his mouth and stared you down while he devoured your juices. He pulled them out with a pop and smirked. “You’re so sweet baby. Gotta taste the whole thing.”

He made quick work of your panties. He slid them down and put them in his pocket haphazardly. The cool air hit and your legs instinctively shut themselves around his hand. He pried them open with ease. “Gonna make you fall apart on my tongue baby.”

He let his fingers run through your silky folds and once again glaze his fingers. You moaned out his name and sat up. Your elbows supported most of your weight as you watched him with hooded eyes.

His mouth replaces his fingers as he dives head first into your cunt. His warm mouth wrapped around your pearly bud almost immediately after he started. Your arms buckle and you fall back onto the table. You back arches and you move your hands to where is head is stationed in between your legs. “Elvis! Oh god! Oh it feels so good Elvis don’t stop!”

He moves his fingers to your achy hole. At first, he was spreading your lips with his fingers but decided he needed to open you up before you took his cock. Using your wetness as a lubricant, he sticks a long finger in you. You let out a high pitched moan and vice gripped his hair. He took this as a sign to keep going. He sticks a second finger in you and begins thrusting then in and out.

You juices mixed with your velvet walls and his fingers made a sort of squelching sound that was only turning you on more. “Oh god Elvis. I’m so close, mmm!” You pushed your head against the table and began to clamp your thighs around his head.

As if the devil himself had possessed the black-hairs sex god below you, he removed his mouth and fingers from your burning heat. An empty feeling replaced the god-like sensation that was driving through your body. Your head shot up and you stared at him with a confused look. “W-why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“No baby. I want to fill you up with my cock though. I also want to cum with you.” You shivered at his words and nodded. He placed one of his hands on your tits and massaged them. Your mouth opens and silent gasps fall out at the feeling of him. He began to unbutton the shirt his shirt and unbuckle his pants with his free hand. He threw the shirt on the ground and kicked his pants off- leaving him in his boxers. He removed his hand from you and pushed his boxers down.

His hardened cock slapped his stomach and leaked with precum. “Ain’t it bigger than that silly toy? I know you wish it was me instead of that little thing.” You shuddered and nodded. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his cock. You felt a little embarrassed but you just couldn’t stop looking.

“Are you ready pretty girl?” You nodded again. Your eyebrows furrow and your lips make a small ‘o’ shape. He prods the tip at you and begins to push it in. Inch by inch, you could feel yourself stretching out dramatically. While you have used dildos and other phallic shaped objects on yourself, you were still a virgin. You had never had a man fully inside you before- obvious by the pained moans that left your mouth.

“E… Please slow down it h-hurts.” He nodded and bent down to you. His torso lay over yours and his head was right near yours.

“Such a pretty girl. Such a sweet, angelic little thing. You have nothing to be afraid of baby, I’m gonna take real good care of you, right darlin’?” His sweet nothings were like a molasses to your ears. “Mmm, E? You can move now.”

Once he bottomed out, he began a stead, rhythmic pace as he thrusted into you. Little babbles and coos left your mouth. He just felt so good. All these months of lusting after him were really showing through now. All those nights when you rode that little dildo couldn’t compare to your position right now.

“Faster, please!” His thrusts picked up from a leisure stroll to a light jog. His hands moved from your hips, up onto the sides of your breasts. He balanced his weight before giving them squeezes, pinches, and prods.

“God darlin’. This pussy was made for me. Just molds around me so well. Gonna be mine forever.”

His pace increased sharply, as did his force. It felt like he was pounding you into the table and it hurt so good. He moved his hands to your sides and ceased action again. He pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He pulled you to the edge of the table so your legs dangled over the side. He re-entered again and rushed back to the pace you were at before. In this new position, he could reach even deeper into you so he could show you just how good your body could feel.

“Oh god! Elvis! Harder please!” He obliged and strengthened his pace. He placed both hands on your ass and pounded harder. “You gettin’ close baby? Gonna cum on me?” You let out a high-pitched ‘Mhm!’ Your hands stretched above you to hold the other end of the table with a tight grip. His hands squeezed the globes of your ass and he bent over you again. “Gonna make you cum so good baby. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to do anything but moan my name. Make you my little dumb angel. Like the sound of that?”

You nodded and moaned. “Yes Elvis! I’m close! Please make me cum, mmm!” He could feel the way your cunt tightened around his cock signaling your release. “Come on baby, cum with me. Cum on my cock. Come on.”

He pace quickened again and he maxed out. His was growling in your ear and nipping your neck. All of a sudden, he hit a soft spongy part inside you that made you perk up. He hit it again, and again, and again, and again. You were seeing white spots and stars in your vision as you chased your release. “Gonna cum baby. Cum with me!”

His words pushed you over the edge and your orgasm hit you like a freight train. His orgasm hit him as well and he slammed his hands against the table. “FUCK!” he released deep into every nook and cranny of your pussy. His arms gave in and his full body weight was leaned against your back.

For a moment, neither of you said anything, just heavy breaths and small whimpers. He pushed himself up and off you and stood up straight. He took the panties out of his pants pocket and wiped his cock with them. You leaned up with what little strength you held.

He took the panties and wiped your pussy from behind with slow and gentle strokes. You let out overstimulated mewls.

“Are you able to stand doll?” He asked quietly. You slowly flipped over so you were on your back and touched your feet to the ground. You stood for a moment with wobbly legs and stumbled over to his arms.

“Barley.” You both laugh. He holds you close to him as he gets your dressed again. He puts on the cum soaked panties and pulls them up your legs. You push your thighs together and hold onto his shoulder. “You did really good baby. So proud of you.” He puts your bra on you and clasps it together. With the help of him, you slip on your dress and socks before sitting down on the table to wait for him.

He throws his boxers, pants, and button up back on. He puts his socks and shoes on and holds a hand out to you. “Let’s head back. If any of them ask, just say you cried a little bit.” You giggle and nodded.

“Oh, and doll?”

“Hmm?”

“I was serious. I want you to be my girl. I don’t want to spend another moment not with you.” He confesses quietly.

You gasp and look at him. Your big (E/C) eyes bore into his pretty ocean blue ones. “I want to be with you too Elvis. I love you so much.”

He smiles and kisses you sweetly. You return the kiss. You held that position for a few minutes before a loud voice calls down the hall. You let go of him and retreat to his side.

“Mr. Presley? Mr. Schilling was looking for you and Ms. Schilling. Should I tell them you’re alright?”

Elvis lets put a hearty chuckle and hugs you closer to his side.

“Tell him we’re more than alright.”

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Elvis’s white swim shorts become completely see-thru. Making y/n be able to see ever detail of his cock and surrounding goods. Y/n shyly whispers to elvis to let him know and he looks down mortified at just how much detail you can see of him like he might as well be naked. he is so embarrassed moving his hands in front of his crotch. Before dragging y/n somewhere private to figure out what to do about it. (Maybe it leads to smut somehow)

Wet White Shorts

(A/N): Hi 🙁. To be honest, this is probably my worst one. I’m just in a little low at the moment. I really, REALLY hope that I can climb out of this rut soon. Thank you all for your patience :)

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1,475

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of exposed bodies, like… super mini smut?

Note: Because this was taking me forever, I decided to publish it as is. At some point, I’ll probably come back and add more to it.

“Cannonball!” Came Billy’s booming voice as he splashed everyone in the pool. There were a few agitated ‘Billy!’s and groans from the guys as they wipe their eyes clear of the water. Billy resurfaced for air and laughed heartily at everyones displeasure. “Should have been quicker!” He spoke amused.

As one of the guys had tackled him in the pool and was basically drowning him, You and Elvis were walking out the back doors of Graceland hand in hand. “Gosh, we leave them alone for 5 minutes.”

Elvis laughed at your remark and nodded in agreement. “Never have too much trust in them. They’re all a buncha’ school boys.” You giggled and his comment and kissed his cheek. “Go have fun with them baby! I’ll be by the poolside.” Elvis nodded and kissed you back. He unhooked his arm from your and jogged over to thwete thebrest if the guys were.

“Elvis! Make Billy get out! He’s been splashing us all day!” Spoke one of his buddies, clearly agitated. “Just splash ‘em back?” Elvis replied.

“He’s right guys. GET HIM!”

The boys, including Elvis, ambushed Billy in the pool. It was truly a sight to behold. Multiple grown men turned teenagers splashing around in the water.

You sat on a lounge chair, watching them have fun and splash each other. You were laid on your back, reading a magazine about Elvis and his up and coming career. The media were ruthless sometimes. Calling him a hill-billy who probably wouldn’t make it out of preforming at local clubs or bars? That’s silly! He had just recently bought Graceland and had given you, his girlfriend of 3 years now, a place to call home.

He was finally in a position to take care of his friends and family and he wasn’t going to waste a second of it. With the purchase of Graceland, a pool was to be added in the backyard as well. As of about a week ago, the construction on the pool had been finished and Elvis had proposed a get-together with some of his crew and you.

His friends had arrived tonight and they threw a little party. You guys had some food, played a couple games, and then went out to the pool. You were in a plain white two piece bathing suit. The bra portion tied in the back and the bottoms sat right in the middle of your stomach. You didn’t need to worry about dressing modestly while you were with Elvis. In fact, he loved it! He thought you looked like an angel with it on. He would also be lying if he didn’t think about ripping it off of your and fucking you senseless in the lounge chair.

There were no prying eyes, flashes of cameras from the paparazzi, screams of fans, or nosy media people trying to get a scoop of your life.

Elvis had on a pair of white shorts. Now, he had swore up and down that they were swim shorts, and you believed him. However, part of you had your doubts. It wasn’t that they were “see-through”, it just didn’t look like the material of typical swimwear. He looked so handsome though. He was a little tan from all these days in the sun that he’s been spending, and his hair was perfect and glistening from the water. You loved him so much, it hurt sometimes.

After about 10 minutes of switching between reading your magazine and watching them dork around, you stood up to stretch. You popped a cramp in your back and elbows and walked towards the pool. One of his friends noticed you before him. “Hey doll! Need Elvis?” You smile and nodded. “Thank you!”

“Elvis! Your girl needs you!” Elvis whips his head around and sees you bent over the pool. He walks, albeit very slowly, to you. He pushes himself up on his forearms and catches your lips in a sweet kiss. You allow yourself to sink deeper into the kiss. He slowly wrapped one arm around your neck and tugged you into the pool with him.

You dove headfirst into the water and resurfaced next to him. His friends were giggling at your misfortune. You wiped the excess water out of your face and looked at him with irritation written all over your face. You pursed your lips and pushed yourself out of his grip.

“No kisses ever again for that Mr.”

“Noooo, baby! I was kidding. Here, let’s get out. I’m sorry baby.”

You smiled at his whiny apology and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. You pulled yourself You both make your way to the tiny steps to get out of the pool. With the help of his hand to keep you steady, you step out of the pool first and rush to your seat to grab your towel. Elvis follows directly behind you and makes his way to grab a towel.

You sat on your chair and waited for him to catch up to you. You stare him down as he gets out. Your smile widens when you rake your eyes down his body. They stop at his bulge and your smile falters.

Your eyes bulge out of your head at the sight. His white shorts, completely see through now, clung tightly to his body. Your mouth gapes and you catch his eyes. He smiles at you and walks in your direction.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He joked with you.

“I did. And it’s phallic shaped.” His laughing stops and he looks you in the eyes. “What?”

“Elvis… wrap a towel around your waist we need to go back inside.”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

Should you tell him now or bring him inside to save him from any embarrassment?

“Baby. What’s going on?” He says sternly. Normally, his deep sultry voice would have you whipped for him but now was not the time.

“Your shorts are becoming see through! I can see your… you know.” You whispered shyly to him. He looks down at himself to confirm your statement. A tick is placed in his jaw. Not only was he fully exposed, but he was hard.

“So what are we gonna do about it?” He asked. He placed his hand on his crotch to try and cover himself a little bit. “Let’s go inside and we’ll figure this out.”

You both walked quickly - almost a light jog - back to the house. You both walked through the doors of Graceland and he promptly ran upstairs. You followed slowly behind him. You reached the top of the steps and called out to him. “Elvis? Baby, which room are you in?”

A grunt was heard from one of the doors. You know you shouldn’t go in, but you really wanted to check on him. You tried the door on the left but it was locked. Then, you tried the door on the right. It was unlocked. You stepped in the dimly lit room. “Elvis? Where are you?”

The grunt your heard before grew louder as you came closer to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. “F-fuck. (Y/N).” His melodic voice rang out. You knew all too well what that meant. Your hand rested against the door as you watched him do his business. He sat on the side of the tub with his long legs spread. One hand worked up and down his hard cock while the other kept himself steady on the edge of the tub. His shorts had been discarded somewhere around the room, probably leaving a puddle.

“El?” You pushed open the door to be met with the scene face-to-face. Elvis jumped at you entering the room. However, he did not stop, only slowed his actions. “(Y/N)… Baby” He groaned out at the sight of you. The bottoms of your swimsuit were bunched around your crotch area and it was driving him insane.

“Baby. I need you so bad.” He reached his hands out for you and beckoned you over with two fingers. Without wasting anymore time, you rushed over to stand in-between his spread legs. His hands were on you in an instant, as was his mouth. He nipped ad your collarbone and worked his way down to your swim top. His hands reached around to the back of your neck to pull the straps loose.

Your soaked bra fell off and created a puddle on the floor at your feet. His mouth returned to you. He took one nipple in his mouth while he fondled with your other breast. You placed your hands on his shoulders and moaned out to him. “Oh, Elvis! I need you so bad!” You mewled out to him. A smirk forms in his lips and against your tits as he pulls away.

“Oh baby, I plan on takin’ ya.”

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Reader accidentally flashes elvis her bare pussy (not just a flash but she doesn’t even realize she is just sitting there completely exposed to him). elvis debated whether to tell her because he didn’t want to make it awkward (and he secretly is enjoying the view and complete cluelessness of y/n just basically spread out) but then he thinks in case she realizes it would be way weirder if elvis just hadn’t have told her.

Over Exposed

(A/N): Hi! Busy week this has been 🙃. I know I haven’t been super active and I apologize! Between transitioning from part-time to full-time and home life, there hasn’t been much me-time lately. I promise I am working on requests!! I love you all very much and I appreciate you all sticking with me and my inconsistent schedule.

Note: This one probably isn’t good. Long story short, I wrote two versions to this story and didn’t really like either of them. It’s a little messy but please understand that I am just having an off week. Things should get better with this next request. (hopefully)

Summary: You accidently flash Elvis and it causes a stir.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2,245

Warnings: Swearing, Flashing, Mentions of Smut (But not really any smut), Implied Male Masturbation, It’s a little rough.

You traveled around with Elvis and the Memphis Mafia as a personal assistant. You could do paper work, you could pick up Elvis’ jumpsuits from the dry cleaner, you could even make food whenever they didn’t want to go out. You were basically their Jack-of-all trades.

You enjoyed your job a lot. Not only was the pay good, but you got a lot of perks like being in the presence of Elvis Presley himself. He was never rude to you, he always treated you with respect and kindness. There were days where he would be on edge from stress and dealing with fans, or nosy press, or himself, but he would still treat you with kindness.

Today was no exception. The Colonel called you and him into a meeting the night before a big press conference. He had requested that you were both up bright and early, which wasn’t your favorite but, you could handle it. You went to bed sometimes around 7 P.M. that way you could wake up with enough time to shower, do your hair and makeup, and paint your nails. In retrospect, you didn’t think that your clock would malfunction and go off at 8:30 and not 7.

‘I want to see you both in the lobby at 8. I do not want to be late, understood?’ You nodded enthusiastically and wrote it down in your notepad. ‘(Y/N), I want you down here a little earlier. We need to go over the plan once more before my boys big day.’

You thought it was cut and dry. Go to bed early, do your morning routine, go down to the lobby. Apparently not.

“God damnit!” You shouted angrily. You threw the blankets overboard and hopped out of bed. You stripped away your night dress and hopped in the shower. (I know showers take a minute but you will never understand how concentrated on cleaning yourself you are when you don’t have a 5 minute time limit.) You washed away all of the dirt from your body from the previous day and brushed your teeth.

You washed and conditioned your hair, washed yourself, and hopped out. You grabbed the nearest towel to yourself, not knowing that it had probably already been used, and scraped any and all moisture off your figure. You threw the door to the bathroom open and began to rush around your room for some clothes.

At the bottom of the basket in the corner of the hotel room, you pulled out a white button up blouse with large flow-y sleeves, a black pencil skirt, a pair of silk-lines pantyhose, and some black heels.

You ran back to the bathroom to apply some quick moisturizer and makeup. You rubbed some kind of face cream all over, applied some subtle eyeliner, some red lipstick and a little bit of mascara. You grabbed your purse off the bedside table and practically teleported downstairs.

In the lobby, things weren’t much better. Colonel was pacing and muttering angrily to himself. Elvis and Jerry sat on a couch and went over the game plan. Some of the other Mafia members were at the hotel shop grabbing some snacks for the ride.

“Where is that woman! I told her she needed to be the first one downstairs and she’s the LAST!” Colonel had finally snapped, drawing attention from the other hotel guests. “Damnit, give her a break! Everyone has an off day. It’ll be fine.” Elvis had replied defensively. “I’m sure she’ll be down in just a second.”

Right he was! You stumbled in the hallway, clothing a little uneven, hair wet, and a stressed out look on your face. “I’m so sorry Mr. Presley! I-I didn’t keep track of time I’m so sorry!”

Elvis chuckled and stood. “Darlin’, It’s ok. Happens to the best of us.” Colonel had overheard the conversation.

“Things like this do not happen to people like her. She should have known better.” He finally turns to acknowledge you. “Do better. Your job is on the line.”

Elvis’ amused expression turned to one of disdain. “You don’t make the rules here. Anyways, Billy said the limo’s here. Let go.”

You nodded and followed after him at a brisk pace as to not anger anyone else today. Once you, Elvis, Colonel, and the rest of the mafia had made it outside, a valet driver stepped out and opened the door for all of you. Elvis placed a hand on the small of your back. “Ladies first.” You smile sweetly at him and nod your head.

You throw your purse in one of the seats and and begin to step in. The roof of the door was a little bit shorter to your - or anyone else’s- liking. You bent down in front of Elvis to get it not realizing the show you were putting on for him.

Elvis eyed your bare cunt as you bent down to get in. His eyes are glued to the way your pretty snatch looks so moist and soft.

He practically waged a war in his mind to get himself to look away. He can’t be hard before one of the biggest conferences in his career.

One by one, him and the rest of the mafia get in and take their seats. Jerry sits to the right of you leaned against the door while Elvis sits to the left of you with his thick legs spread. The rest of the mafia fills in some empty spots.

“(Y/N). Can you add something to my agenda?” He speaks lowly. You nod and retrieve the notepad and pen from your purse. “Yes Mr. Presley! What would you like added?”

“We’re gonna go out to to eat after this conference. I want some BBQ. What do we say fellas? Do we want BBQ for dinner tonight?” Some of the mafia utter a few ‘Hell yeah’s!’ You nod and add it to lined paper before turning to look at him again. “Any thing else Mr. Presley?”

“Yeah.”

“What would that be?”

“Stop calling me Mr. Presley. You can call me Elvis.”

You turn to him and blush. “Sorry…” You looked away bashfully. “S’alright doll.” He replies softly. You smile at his words and turn to look at him again.

After about 10 minutes of quiet ambience and small talk between the guys, you had finally arrived at the convention center. Elvis pushed his sunglasses up his nose and nodded at everyone in the car. Colonel was the first to exit. He stood by the car door and let Elvis out. The screams of fans, flashes of cameras, loud voices asking his questions filled everyone’s senses. You followed out after Elvis and everyone in line behind you got out in an orderly fashion. Colonel shut the door and followed the group.

“Mr. Presley! When will your newest single be out?”

“Soon.”

“Mr. Presley, is it true that you were spotted outside the international hotel with a woman? Who was that woman? What relationship does she have to you?”

‘Gosh, I could never be a celebrity. People are just so nosy’ You thought to yourself. Awaiting Elvis’ answer, the interviewer tried to block his path. The colonel caught wind of this and pushed his way up to where you and Elvis were. “We have places to be. That was his personal assistant (Y/N). Move along now.” For once in your life, you could thank the colonel for such a heroic act.

Once you guys pushed through the crowd, Elvis leaned down to you. “(Y/N). Put something on my agenda please.”

“Sure! What would you like to add Mr. Pre- Elvis.” You corrected yourself before he had the chance too. He chuckled at you and clapped a hand on your shoulder. “Good girl. Anyways, I need you to figure out who that guy was back there. Send Jerry or Billy to him and have them tell him to never do that again.”

You nodded. “Yes Elvis, right away.” On the notepad, you wrote ‘Find scary guy. Have Jerry give him the what-for.’

Once you guys had made it to the resting rooms in the convention hall, everyone sat down to relax. Going from the car to a room shouldn’t have taken as long as it did or be as stressful as it was however, if you’re traveling with Elvis, that’s sure to be a huge factor.

Once you set your stuff down, you made your way over to the rest of the mafia. “jMr. Schilling? May I have a word with you?” Jerry’s head shot up at your quiet request and he nods his head.

“What’s up (Y/N)?”

“Mr. Presley has requested that we find out who the gentleman was that got in the way earlier. He would like you to have a word.”

Jerry nods his head. “You got it. We’ll give you guys some time to get ready. We’ll be back soon. Come on guys! We’re going out”

Jerry and the rest of the mafia exit the room leaving you and Elvis. Colonel had made his way out to talk to the organizers of the event a few minutes before.

Finally. It was quiet. You could relax for the first time since this morning. You sat down on one of the lounging chairs and crossed your legs. Elvis would be back from the restroom in a second so it’s better to be ready to cover the plan once more before the conference. The door to the bathroom opens and out walks Elvis.

He sauntered to the other couch before collapsing with a groan. “Wish we were back at home. It’s a little too cold out here.” He commented. You giggle and clasp your hands together. “This feels just like when I was younger. It feels good to get out of the Tennessee heat.”

“Hey, watch it!” He pointed a accusingly at you. You let out a little laugh and a quick apology. You felt less tense around Elvis. You felt like you could loosen up a bit. You stood from your spot on the chair and looked at him. “Do you want anything from the minibar?”

He nodded his head. “I’ll come with. Might find something I like.” He stood as well and you both walked i got the second room of the suit to the fridge. You opened it and immediately felt a sense of relief. You could detox with a little drink.

“Doll, could you get me the Pepsi-Cola from the bottom shelf?” You nodded and bent down.

Elvis had forgot about the incident from earlier, when you were in the same position. Your skirt lifted a little bit to reveal your pretty ass and pussy. He gulped harshly. He could feel his pants tighten at the sight.

“E, I don’t think this is Pepsi! It’s some other one. Do you want me to look for something different?”

Not wanted the moment to end, he denied your offer. “No, I swear it was back there, look more in the back.”

He could slap himself for the way he had been acting but he really couldn’t help it. He’s always wanted to fuck his cute little assistant and now she’s in a position where it could happen. Bending down to reach the bottom of the fridge mean that more of your body was exposed to his eyes. He wasn’t expecting you to bend down further just… keep bending down. The skirt rose higher to completely uncover your ass and cunt. He caught a better glance at it this time around than

He found your obliviousness almost laughable. Could you not feel.. the air or the coolness hitting your ass? Now, as a decent human being, it would be instinct to tell you and let you know that he wasn’t mad. However, a small part (which was slowly turning into the majority) of him enjoyed the view. He wanted nothing more than to keep you there and fuck you before the conference.

In the midst of his daydreams and fantasies, you stood up and handed him a cold bottle of Pepsi- Cola. “You were right. There were some in the back. Sorry about that!” You spoke sheepishly. You took in his appearance. You noticed the look in his eye that screamed animalistic.

“Elvis? Are you ok?”

Your soft voice broke him from his trance. His eyes gazed down at yours and they widened. “Yeah! Sorry darlin’. Something caught my eye is all.” He spoke quickly. You nodded your head and smiled. “That’s ok! However, the guys will be back soon. We should go over your responses, alright?”

This would be fine if he wasn’t painfully hard. He looked down quickly and turned so his back was to you. “Yeah that’s fine. I gotta use the can again. I’ll be fast.”

You nodded again. “I’ll be on the lounge chairs waiting for you!” You said enthusiastically.

He slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. He put his hand on the counter and the other on his forehead. How was he gonna get this all out before everyone got back? Why does he feel both guilty and not about this? Whatever the reason for his feelings were could wait. He needed deal with his erection first.

He sat on the side of the tub and pulled himself out from his black slacks. He signed in pleasure before rubbing his hand over the tip.

“God damn her. She’s gonna be the death of me.”

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Best Seat In The House

(A/N): Hi! I hope you all enjoy this one :-) Attendance question: What year was the best for Elvis?

Summary: You sit on Elvis’ lap while having dinner with his friends and family. This leads to a first time for you.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem! Naive Reader

Word count: 2,450

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Male Masturbation, Tiny bit of voyeurism, and swearing.

You rushed around your room in search of your fancy mascara. Tonight was a special night! You were going to see Graceland for the first time and meet Elvis’ parents! You guys have been dating for a little under a year and decided that now would be a good time to introduce you to them.

Finally, after 5 minutes of flipping your room upside down in search of the mascara, you found it an applied it at thunder speed. You put it back on your vanity and rushed down stairs.

You had trouble slipping into your heels but you got the hang of it. They were this pretty good and white low-pump heel that Elvis had gifted to to you for your six-month—anniversary.

You were so giddy and excited! You could finally meet the parents of your amazing boyfriend! When he told you he wanted you to meet Gladys and Vernon, you were like an excited puppy. You asked a million questions.

“Does your mom like pound cake? Oh! Maybe your daddy can meet mine! Do you want me to bring a house warming gift? What should I wear? Maybe I could wear that fancy pink dress you got me! What flavor of pound cake did your mama want again?”

He just chuckled and pat you on the head and stared adoringly at you. “Such a sweet girl. You don’t have to do all that. Maybe bring the pound cake though.”

There was a beep outside your house. You ran to the living room to kiss your mama and daddy a goodnight. “You stay safe out there, ok? If you come back with even a scratch, I’ll have a few choice words for that Presley boy.” Your daddy spoke menacingly. “I promise nothing will happen to me! Elvis takes real good care of me.” You offered a kiss on the cheek before turning back to your mother. “Have fun dear! Tell Mrs. Presley we send our thanks from our home!”

“Ok mama! I’ll see you both tomorrow!”

The car beeped again. Grabbed your little purse and cardigan and rushed out the door. You turned to face what you thought was Elvis in his big truck. It was a pink Cadillac.

“Oh my gosh! Elvis! It’s the car you told me about! You got it!” You rush over to Elvis who was stationed in front of the passenger side waiting to open it and let you in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him smooches all over his jaw. “I’m so excited to meet them. I hope they like me!” You spoke with such innocence and naivety.

“Don’t worry. I’ve told them all about you. They love you already.” You smiled and offered little kiss on his lips.

“Let’s go then! I don’t want to be late!” He chuckled while opening the door and letting you sit down. He shuts your door and walks back around to the drivers side and hops in.

The ride to Graceland was a short one. You remember driving past the outside of it one time but you had never seen it all up close and personal. It was late enough that there weren’t many people gathered by the gate like there usually were. Maybe 2 or 3 girls and a journalist. He waved them down and entered into the gates of his home.

He pulls up in front of the front door and kills the engine. He hops out of his side and jogs to your side to open the door. He shuts the door again and follows behind you. You grabbed his bicep and held it close to you. You felt a wave of anxiety hit you. “What if they don’t like me?” He smiles reassuringly at you. “I promise. They’re gonna love you.”

He opens the door to his home and greets the other partygoers. He waved at a few men that you had never seen in your life. He took you around the corner to the living area. There were beautiful white couches and carpets. There was stained glass around the room and at the end of the living room sat a white piano. Your eyes widened at the sheer lavishness of his home. “Elvis! This is absolutely beautiful!”

His smile grows from the ego boost you offered him. He squeezes your hand and leads you further into the room. On the couch sat an older woman and man, who you could only assume were his parents. 6-7 men were scattered about carrying on their own conversations.

“Mama! I’m back. I brought someone I wanted you to meet” Gladys head perks up at the sound of her sons voice and she smiles. Her eyes travel to your form and her eyes widen. She smacks Vernon on the shoulder and sets her drink on the coffee table.

“Oh my goddess! She’s even more beautiful than you described. You must be (Y/N)! I’m Gladys. This is Vernon! Vernon, say hi!” Vernon smiles gently at you and shakes your hand. “Nice to meet you. You must be the little lady Elvis is always talking about ear off about.”

Elvis shot Vernon a look before returning his gaze to you. You had a big smile on your face and you nodded eagerly.

“Oh yes! It is so nice to finally meet you two! Elvis tells me all about you guys. I was so excited to meet you!” You smiled so warmly at both of his parents. You were so glad that this was going well! You thought his mama was the sweetest woman around. Vernon was quiet but very polite!

“Elvis, dear. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna steal (Y/N) for a little bit. We’ll be back in soon” Elvis nodded at his mama and smiled back at you nicely.

You waved before Gladys dragged you to the kitchen to talk about deserts and different recipes. “She’s quite the looker. Real sweet too. You treat that girl good, alright?” His dad spoke firmly with a hand on his shoulder. Elvis nodded and offered a smile. Vernon returned the favor.

In the kitchen, Gladys had you on decoration duty. You were helping to ice the cake. It was a pineapple and pecan cake with cream cheese frosting lining the border. While you had worked on making his cake look perfect, Gladys was talking your ear off about Elvis. She had basically recounted every embarrassing moment and told it to you. Several times you had to stifle a giggle because of what she was telling you. ‘I’ll be sure to mention these to him later.’ You though to yourself.

You finished up the cake and followed behind Gladys into the dining room. When you arrived, there was a large table. Elvis was seated at the end on the other side. He gave you that precious lopsided grin that he always had on. You set the cake down and headed to his end of the table. While you were making the trek back, one of his friends, who you did not know, had gripped you by your sleeve. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him curiously.

“Listen girly. Today is a big day for Elvis. Sometimes when men are having a good day, they want a pretty little doll like you to sit on their lap. Elvis sure as hell wants you too.” You look back at him and he gives you a confused look. You put on a determined smile and walk back over there.

He looks at you funny. “What was that all about baby?” You sit right in his lap. you dressed your back against his chest and laid back. He swallowed harshly. “What are you doing?” You simply smiled at him and gave him a hug.

He got a few funny looks from some of his friends and his dad, but nothing he couldn’t handle. He shrugged it off as you just being cute.

What he couldn’t handle was the amount of movement from you. You would wiggle your hips to adjust your seat, or even bounce yourself lightly on your tippy toes. He made little noises to try and catch your attention so he could tell you to stop. He could cough, sigh loudly, or even make a humming noise. Either you were doing this on purpose or you didn’t understand. He chose the second option.

He spread his legs a little more open to give you more room to get comfortable. It wasn’t until you were scooting back on him that he could feel his pants strain. He let out an agitated groan and grounded your hips. He wrapped his arms around your midsection and smelled your hair. “Baby…” he started but didn’t finish because you cut him off.

“Elvis? Somethings poking me. Did you leave your keys in your pocket?” You asked innocently. You turned to fade him a little more and in the process, rubbed up against his hard cock again. “I-It’s nothing. Say, mama? I like this cake. What did yo-,” you cut him off again. “E! It feels weird it’s like I’m sitting on a rock.”

He looked horrified at your words. He looked for some backup but saw his friends laughing at him ‘They know. Assholes.’ He thought. He felt you wiggle your hand out of his grip and reach down towards his crotch and grab him. You gripped his hard on and tried to pull it like it was a rock or something.

Elvis opened his mouth and immediately slapped a hand over it. He looked around the table and saw the flustered faces of his parents and the amused faces of his friends all staring back at him. He abruptly stood up and grabbed your wrist. “I’m sorry everyone. Please give us a moment.”

He stomped out of the room and dragged you along with him. As he was walking out he could hear the surprised gasp that came from his mother finally seeing what was wrong. The tent in his pants was protruding pretty far when he stood to the side.

He was annoyed, embarrassed and so horny. He didn’t want to be mad at you because you just didn’t know any better. When he tells you what’s wrong, he’ll try not to be as mad with you.

“Elvis? What’s wrong? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you!” You felt so bad sm that he was frustrated with you. You truly meant no harm.

He rushed upstairs with you in tow and threw open the door. He pulled you in and slammed it shut. “Do you see this? Do you see what you’ve done to me?” He points down at his fully erected cock. You gasp and try to turn away. “I-I’m sorry! I really d-didn’t mean too!” He releases you with a heavy sigh.

Your turn to face him again-still blushing. “It’s ok doll. But, you got me into this, you’re gonna watch me get out of it.”

You cocked your head to the side curiously. He smirked and began to strip. He took off the pretty pink button up he was wearing. He unbuckled his belt and kicked off his pants. He stood before you in just his underwear. You blush and go to turn your head. Elvos senced your next move and gripped your chin. “You’re gonna sit here and watch. Got it?”

You gulped nervously and nodded your head. He motioned for you to sit on the chair across from his bed. You sat with your thighs clenched to ease the tickling in your core that you felt. He pushes his fingers at the waistband of the underwear.

He pushed them down and let his cock slap his stomach lightly. He moved them so that it sat right under his balls. He sat down on the edge of his bed and spread his legs.

You watched him place one hand on his balls and the other near his mouth. He spit in his hand and brought it back down to his cock. He spread some of it on his tip and the rest of hit down the length of his cock. He began to pump his cock at a medium speed. Below, he was massaging his balls nice and gently. You sat in your chair feeling bubbly and warm feelings as you watched your boyfriend masturbate.

“Fuck. (Y/N). You don’t know how hard you got me. I should have fucked the shit out of you in front of everyone there. You sat there.. wiggling those hips and digging that ass into me. I should’ve taken you right then and there”

You whimpered at his dirty words and clenched your thighs tighter together.

“God. Look at you right now. I could just come over and eat you right up.” He hit a particularly hard thrust and lister his hips.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna watch me cum, got it?” You nodded eagerly.

His pumps were becoming harsh and uneven, as did his breathing. “Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

He finally released in long, thick ropes of white all over his hand and bed. It looked sticky and warm. You gasped, surprised, and suddenly quite aroused. You both sat there for a moment while he caught his breath. You abruptly stood up and pushed the chair in.

“D-do you need a hand?” He shook his head and laughed. “No baby. It’s ok. Just… head downstairs and sit in a chair.” You nodded quickly and exited. You stood outside his door for a moment. You took a few deep breaths in and out before beginning your trek downstairs.

Gladys and Vernon had stepped outside to enjoy some quiet time. Elvis’ friends and band mates remained downstairs chatting and playing cards. You walked in quietly and took a seat in the chair, flattening out the wrinkles in your skirt.

One of the boys whistled at you. “You enjoy your time with Elvis the Pelvis up there?” You blushed and hid your face embarrassed. “Yeah, we did. You’re just jealous you can’t get any.” Elvis’ booming voice entered the conversation. The men around them laughed at the first boy who simply rolled his eyes and turned the other cheek.

Elvis came up behind you and rested his chin on your head. “Ain’t that right sweetheart?” You let out a shy giggle and nodded. He bent down close to your ear.

“By the way, I hope you know that tonight I plan on taking you. Be ready.” You shuddered at his dirty confession and nodded. He was such a dirty minded boy.

You were his perfect dirty minded girl.

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Behind Unlocked Doors| Elvis x Reader

(A/N): Favorite request yet! This one was super dirty😫!! Part 2 to this request will be coming out soon! Hope you enjoy :-)

Summary: Elvis walks in on Jerry’s shy little sister using a dildo on herself.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Jerry’s Little Sister! Shy! Reader

Word Count: 1,221

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Female Penetration, Masturbation, Swearing, Squirting, Tears.

You wouldn’t lie and say that you haven’t thought about him as more than just a friend of your older brother. You had imagined him as someone who would fuck you into your bed. You wanted nothing more than to be his pretty little cock slut but you just weren’t bold enough to act on it.

Your older brother, Jerry, knew about your little crush on his best friend. At first, Jerry teased you about it. Every time Elvis would enter the room, Jerry would elbow you in the side or make eye contact with you. Every time he did that, you would blush and scamper out of the room to calm yourself down.

Tonight was special. Elvis had just finished a show in Vegas. He and the Mafia talked about hitting up the casino afterwards and enjoying their night in the world famous Sin City.

When Jerry had asked if you wanted to tag along, you denied taking this as an opportunity to have some alone time. You wished them all a farewell and headed back to your hotel room. You shut and locked the door and began to strip your dress; leaving you in just your bra and panties.

You lit a candle and began to play a record on the player in the corner of the room to set the mood a little bit. You arranged your pillows in a nest-like formation in hope to make the atmosphere as comfortable as possible for yourself. You pulled your suitcase out from under the dresser and opened the flap on the opening of the luggage

Inside was a 6-inch dildo. You used it more frequently back when you had the time, but with all the shows and constant plane rides, you’ve neglected it.

“Oh gosh. It’s just you and me now!” You made quick work of your bra and panties. You laid back on your bed and let the dildo lazily circle your clit a few times to gather some wetness. You tugged are your own nipple to create a secondary sensation.

Finally, you pushed it into yourself. Weeks of not being able to relieve yourself really weighed down on you. All the press conference and concert stress withered away at the feeling of fucking yourself. You let out breathy, high- pitched moans and quickened your pace.

Several Stories below you, Jerry and Elvis were sitting in the lobby of the hotel chatting away. They talked about concerts and tours, conferences and photo shoots, and you. Elvis had one thing on his mind whenever you were around. He wanted to kiss your neck and make his way down your body until he was eating you out. During his off time, he would take time to pleasure himself with quick masturbation sessions. Recently, all he’s been able to think about it you.

“Listen man. I really think you need to just tell (Y/N) how you feel. I don’t think she would ever tell you if she liked you. She’s just too shy.”

Elvis considered what he said for a moment. “I just don’t want to scare her off.” Elvis let out a defeated sigh before standing up.

“I need some fresh air. Let the boys know i’ll be gone for a little bit.

Upstairs, you were getting it on. You had switched positions a few times from your back, to your front, to suctioning it to the floor and riding it. You laid back down on your back and sped up to the best of your power.

You felt your stomach tighten in knots for a moment. Then you thought of him.

Elvis stands before you with his cock out. He smirks down at you and grabs you by the ankles to pull you closer. You spread your legs nice and far for him, granting him full access.

“God angel. You’re so pretty like this. I should have done this months ago. Are you ready for me to pound you so hard you can’t even remember your name?”

You were so deep in your fantasy that you didn’t acknowledge the door being knocked on and eventually opened.

Everything happened all at once.

You opened your eyes to be met with a pretty pair of ocean blue eyes looking back at you. You didn’t stop.

You knew he was watching but your brain couldn’t stop. You were so close. You stared at him, unable to stop.

Your peak was here. You lifted your hips off the bed and released hard. You felt a strange sensation of what felt like pee being sent out. You were squirting. (could not keep a straight face while writing this)

You released with a loud, whiny moan of his name. You kept fucking yourself through the orgasm and the moans turned to wheezy pants. Your arousal had reached across the room to the table, it pooled under your but in a puddle, and some of it hit him.

While you were absolutely mortified, Elvis couldn’t remember a time he had been more horny and turned on than he was at that moment. Even while staring right in his eyes, you kept fucking yourself. Part of him wanted you to keep going and the other half wanted to take the toy and give you the real thing.

His senses were overflowing with arousal. Something that didn’t really process in his mind was how you had moaned his name what you came. ‘Was this a sign?’ He thought to himself.

You tried to just pull the dildo out quickly but your body was rejecting the action. You clenched harshly around it in attempt to keep the friction there.

You stared at the surprised look at his face and felt horrified. You grabbed the closest body-covering item you could get your hands on and wrapped it around yourself tightly. It was only then that you realized there were big fat tears rolling down your face out of pleasure and pure embarrassment.

Elvis, the man you longed to take you, had just watched your most vulnerable moment. He watched you fuck yourself in front of him without stopping. What made you really upset was the fact that you moaned his name. Very loudly.

Not wanting to sit here and have a staring contest with him you yelled.

“Get out!”

Elvis stood there for a few more moments in shock. He really wanted to fuck you right now. He came back into reality once he heard a harsh sob escape you.

“GET OUT!”

Elvis took this as a sign to get the hell out of there. He slammed the door to your room shut and rushed around the corner of the hotel and to his room. He opened his door and shut it quickly. He stood in front of his door recounting what had just happened.

He was worried that he really scared you off this time. He paced around his room wondering if he should call you and apologize or leave you be. He later decided on the Latter.

However, one this was for certain. He was incredibly hard.

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Big Daddy🤍

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Bro Agent Elvis literally makes me

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Elvis To The Rescue!

(A/N): Cute fluffy/ angsty request. I love protective Elvis!! Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: BDE! Elvis finds out you’re being bullied and harassed and is less than pleased.

Pairing: BDE! Protective! Elvis x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1,803

Warnings: Swearing, use of sexist terms, descriptions of violence, and descriptions of minor injuries.

Living at Graceland always seemed like a dream for you. If you would have told younger you that you would be living in a mansion in Tennessee, dating ELVIS PRESLEY, you would have probably told yourself to leave. This was no dream though. You had so much room to enjoy, so many clothes, many books, as much entertainment as you wanted, and of course, your loving boyfriend.

That being said, today you needed to run some errands outside of Graceland. You need to head to the record store, the instrument repair shop, and the fancy grocery story that you and Elvis enjoy. As you were getting ready to have the gates opened, there were a group of girls and paparazzi already crowded.

“Well. If it isn’t Miss Gold Digger. What have you done to be of use to society today? You know, when he’s done with you, he’ll come to one of us. You won’t be “Mrs. Presley” anymore. You’ll just be one of his past mistakes.” The girl snickered with her friends. You felt tears well up in your eyes but decided to continue on your way as if nothing happened. You step out of the gate and the same girl that had been berating you pushed you. You fell onto some harsh rock and skinned your calve pretty bad.

“P-please stop. I’m sorry. I’ll go.” You stood up and dusted yourself off and made your way quickly down the street to the record store.

When you got there, you stood in the alley way behind a dumpster and cried. They had always been mean to you but they had never once put their hands on you. You wish you could tell Elvis but you really didn’t want to be another problem on his plate. You wiped your tears and took a few deep breaths to control yourself. You walked up the steps and opened the door.

The record store was always somewhere you enjoyed visiting. It’s actually where you met Elvis.

It was 1968. The ‘68 comeback special was the most awaited televised special in the world. Elvis was on top of the world at this point. Yet, somehow, you managed to bump into him in this little record store you liked.

You had knocked right into someone and tripped. You look up to see who you slammed into only to be met with THE King of Rock 'n’ Roll. “O-oh my gosh. I’m so sorry! I’m so so so sorry Mr. Presley! Here, let me pick that up for you.” You had never been so nervous in your life. The first time you meet a celebrity and this was how you acted. He probably thought you were a dumb, clumsy girl. Afraid that you had angered who was probably the most famous man on the planet right now, you cowered under his burning hot gaze.

He removed the sunglasses he was wearing to reveal a very worried expression in his eyes. “I’m sorry Darlin’. I should have looked where I was going. Let me pick these up for you. What kind of man am I to go around tripping pretty angels like you? Don't you pick up a thing doll. I should have watched where I was going."

That was over 2 years ago now. You’ve never been happier either. Elvis was your rock and you were his. You loved him so much yet you were just too afraid to tell him about the stuff that was going on.

“Hey Mrs. Presley! How’s it going?” Robbie, the old store clerk greeted you. He had been there when you and Elvis met and was there every time you and him went to this record

store as well.

“I’ve been better, that’s for sure.” You tried to add a bit of humor to your answer but your voice was just to shaky to pass off as sarcastic.

“Is everything ok Ms. ?” You looked a little troubled when you first walked in. Your hair was disheveled, your eye makeup was slightly faded and streaky. Not to mention, you had a massive yellow and green bruise on your leg. You thought about his question. You felt like it had been a while since anyone had asked if you were ok. Maybe it was time to fess up about the stuff at Graceland. “No. There are these girls that stand out side the gates of our home and taunt me every time I leave. Sometimes, I can hear what they say when I’m trying to enjoy my time with Elvis and the Mafia. Today, they called me a “mistake” and pushed me down onto the ground. I want to tell Elvis but I’m so afraid of what will happen. He has a lot going on and I don’t want to add more to his plate.”

You exhaled after having confessed that all to Robbie. “Mrs. Presley, listen to me. I’ve known Presley for quite some time. He is a strong willed man. He would do just about anything for the people in his life. Helping you out wouldn’t be a burden to him. What might be a burden is you not telling him what’s going on. I think you should talk to him about it.”

He looked at you with a hopeful expression and held your hands in his. “Trust me. He’s a good man with respect in his heart. Tell him.”

You smiled weakly at Robbie. “I don’t know. I can give it a try. Anyways, I need a copy of For the Roses by Joni Mitchell, please!”

Robbie looked a little less hopeful before but still offered a kind smile. “Absolutely ma’am.”

Later that night, Robbie had been sat by the telephone contemplating a few things in his head. He decided with the latter. He rung up the Presley residence.

“Hello, this is Elvis Presley speaking.”

“Hey, Elvis! It’s Robbie! How have you been?”

“Not too bad. You?”

“I’ve been ok. Look, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about real quick.”

Elvis cocked his eyebrow up. At this time of night? “What’s up?”

“Your lady came in today. She looked pretty beat up. Looked like she had been crying. I asked her what was the matter and she had confessed that there was some type of harassment at your place.”

Elvis’ breath quickened. (Y/N)? Who could be hurting his precious angel?

“What do you mean?”

“She said that there have been a group of fans and paparazzi that have been camped outside your house. More than usual." He added with emphasis. "She said that every time she leaves the house, they’ve been calling her names. She said that today one of the girls shoved her to the ground. She didn’t show me but I would assume that’s where the big bruise on her leg came from.”

'My god. How have I sat here and let her be treated this way?' Elvis couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I have to let you go Robbie. Thank you for telling me this.”

“You’re welcome. And Elvis? Go easy on her.”

Elvis hung up and put the phone back on the receiver. He stood up and walked up the stairs to his room where his lovely flower lay waiting for him.

He had a plan in mind. He would ask her to run an extra errand tomorrow and catch this in the act.

He got into bed with you and wrapped his strong arms around you. "Elvis? Are you ok?" You asked. He looked down at you and placed a kiss on the crown of your head. "I love you so much. I hope you always know that."

The next morning, he asked you to run out to the dry cleaners and pick up a few of his button-ups. What you didn't know what that he had already picked these up yesterday while you were out. He forgot to tell you but he didn't want to make you go back out after you had gotten home. You looked a bit uneasy but nevertheless, you made your way out of the house and down to the gate.

Elvis wasn’t too far behind you. He took light steps in order to not scare the girls off and to scare you into thinking something was up. As he made his way down the path, he stalked behind a tree and zeroed in on the conversation.

“Aww! Look who’s back. Are you still playing messenger pigeon for him? See what I said last time? He’s bored of you. Doesn’t even want you at home.” The girls friends laughed along with her. They took turns telling you all the thighs that were better about themselves than you.

He had heard enough. He rounded the corner and briskly made his way up to the gate.

“You need to shut your mouth. You should be ashamed of yourself. What would mama's think if they heard you talking this way? (Y/N) has never done ANYTHING wrong for her to receive this treatment. I suggest you make your way away from my home before I call the police.”

The girl gasped and cowered slightly. Her little clique had escaped the scene before the confrontation went down. The girl began to tear up and she walked away quickly to hide away from the humiliation bestowed upon her.

Elvis placed his hand on the small of your back and walked you back up to your home. He opened the door for you and led you inside where you both sat on the couch.

“How long?”

You looked away humiliated. You murmured something quietly.

“Baby. Look at me. How long have they been out there bullying and harassing you.”

You faced him fully and revealed the tears rolling down your face.

“A while now. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“Baby. You should have told me. I’m here to protect you and make sure you’re safe.”

“I know. I just felt like it might be a burden if I would have told you.

Elvis grasps your face gently. “Nothing you could ever do is a burden. I love you so so much Satnin.”

He pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss.

“I love you too, Elvis.”

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Unzipped Bonds

(A/N): This is was my first request! It was fun to write. I hope you all enjoy :-)

Summary: The zipper on the back of your dress gets stuck. Elvis comes to your recuse but gets distracted.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Fem! Reader (Could also be imagined as Austin! Elvis)

Word Count: 2,537

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Oral, (M. Receiving) Penetration, Virgin! Reader, and Swearing.

At first, you zipped it all the way and tried to slip into it from the underside but that didn’t work. Your second attempt, putting it on backward, zipping it, and then turning the to the right side, was also all in vain. You sucked it up and tried to just reach behind and zip it from the back but it was only resulting in frustration and sweat.

“Would you please just go on?! Elvis will be here any moment,” you spoke to the dress. For a moment, you had considered changing to the slightly less elegant dress but decided against it as you didn’t want to look prudish in front of his family.

“(Y/N)? Are you in here? Party’s starting soon!” Your stomach dropped. “O-oh! Elvis! Yeah, I’ll be out in a second!” You assume that he didn’t hear you because he continued to look through rooms and call your name. “Good news! The Colonel made up some of these buttons and other knick knacks tosh-“

Before you could even react, Elvis had pushed open the door to your room.”Shit! I-I’m sorry!” You gasped and attempted to cover what he had already seen. He turned his head and stood there for a second. “Do you-you need help?” You hesitated to answer, however, you really did need the help getting it zipped up. “Yeah.”

There was an audible gulp from the other side of the room where he resided. He took a few strides to get to you. “O-Okay. Just hold still.” He placed one hand on your hip and the other was on the zipper. The zipper sat right about the globes of your ass and it took everything in you to not shudder in his hold.

He began to yank the zipper up your back but it got caught in something. “Hold still.” He pressed his body right up against your back. Every breath he took was right up against your neck. His warm hands made work of the zipper. Every now and then, his hand would slip to the small of your back but never further.

After a few minutes of toying with the zipper, he finally pulled it up. Only for the zipper to become loose on one side and unattached from the dress as a whole.”

“Ugh! I just got this dress! I really wanted to wear it tonight too.” You pout and look up at him with sad eyes. He smiles down at you sympathetically and holds you close to his body. “I’m real sorry doll. I didn’t mean to break it. I promise I’ll buy you as many dresses as you want soon.” You giggle softly. “I don’t know about ALL the dresses I want. Maybe just something as a placeholder for this,” you stated with a hint of humor in your voice. For a moment, you stood unmoving in his warm embrace.

Due to the position you were in, your ass was pressed pretty close to his pelvis. You could feel him hardening as he was also probably taking that into account.

Down below the surface, you could feel yourself getting wet at the friction between you and Elvis. You wanted to resist the urge to become turned on by your predicament but it was incredibly hard. Little to your knowledge, Elvis was feeling the same way. As soon as he walked in on you, he wanted nothing more than to rip the dress off your figure and pound you into the mattress.

He had always thought you were nothing short of angelic. You had the perfect features and it was all he could think about. Growing up, you had several boyfriends and he had several girlfriends. Neither of you could stand it but kept your mouth shut about it. However, deep down inside there was always a connection that you and Elvis had that you felt like you could never act on.

His hand moved their way from your sides where he held you in an embrace, down to your hips. He rubbed little circles while keeping his head down on your neck. “Elvis?”

“Yes, doll?”

“Can I kiss you?”

With no hesitation, he spun you around to face him and smashed his lips into yours beginning the first of many animalistic kisses that night. Your hands move to wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss. One of his hands moves to your ass while the other settles on your back. “God, babe. I’ve wanted to do this for years. As soon as I walked in on you and saw your back exposed, I wanted nothing more than to have a hand on it and fuck you nice and deep.”

Was it possible to become even more wet from his words? You move closer to his embrace and kiss him again. “Oh, El. Please take me. I need you so bad.”

He maneuvered your body to the bed and laid you down under him. His hands make quick work of the dress and his mouth is everywhere on you. He kissed, bit, and sucked on your neck til he found your sweet spot. You arched your back into his upper half and threw your head back. He continued to suck until a large pink and red hickey was formed. While the abuse upstairs was in full swing, his hands were on your breasts. He spent his time one at a time, making sure that both got an equal amount of attention. He moved his body so he was eye contact with your puffy nipples.

He took one in his mouth. His tongue lapped and swirled around the pearly bud in an attempt to maximize your arousal. You were a moaning mess above him. Your hands moved to the back of his neck again to hold him there. While he was working overtime with both his hand and his mouth, his free hand moved down to feel just how soaked he made you.

He had started by lightly rubbing your inner thighs but it got gradually rough and higher. Soon, his hand was cupping your heat over your panties and letting the wetness dampen his hand. “Gosh Darlin’, if I had known the effect I had on you, I would have made a move sooner.” Your giggle at his offhand remark was short-lived as he began to circle your clit at a medium pace. He pushed your panties to the side to let his hands graze over your soft lips. His other hand snaked down from his masterpiece on your nipples to his belt. He unfastened the buckle and tugged down his pants to reveal his lack of underwear. A loud and breathy moan greeted his ears as he appeared to have found your other sweet spot.

“Right there, pretty girl?” His hand was moving at thunder speed in an attempt to bring you closer to your first orgasm. Your groin subconsciously began to grind on his hand to create more friction. Suddenly, he pulled his hand away making you whine at the lack of touch.

“Why did you stop?”

“I wanna try something. Do you trust me?”

“Of course E!”

He grabbed your wrist, gently, and pulled you to sit up and face him. “Get on the floor in front of me. On your knees.” You swallowed heavily at the demanding tone of his voice but complied.

While you were getting untangled from the blankets, you decided to add a bit of tease and shimmied your panties off with a little shake. His large palm went down on your ass. “Cheeky girl,” he spoke with a smirk.

You moved to a comfortable position on your knees and look at him with a nervous glint in your eyes. “Put your hands in mine. I’ll show you how to please a man, angel.” You offered your hands to him and allowed him to guide them to the base of his cock.

The warm flesh was standing high and mighty right under his belly button. His tip was a pinkish-red that leaked with pre-cum. There were veins protruding from it and you could feel it twitch in your hands. You rubbed your thighs together at the sensation of wetness pooling.

“Move your hands up and down. You can add some pressure and speed but not too much.” You followed his orders precisely and began to jack him off. Every now and then, he would let out a low groan or a quiet whine.

“Baby, why don’t you try doing this with your mouth? No teeth though.” Once again, you followed his instruction. You started with small kitten kisses and licks to the tip and the underside. It progressed to you finally putting the tip in your mouth fully and moving your head back and forth at a comfortable pace and rhythm.

Above you, Elvis was his mess. He didn’t want your first time to be rough, but the urge to grab your hair and force your head down was eating at him. He settled at setting his hand right on the crown of your head and pushing down with a little bit of pressure.

You bobbed your head to his speed and began taking him deeper and deeper. You pulled up for air and he got a good look at your face; Sweat trickling down your body, drool at your mouth with a little bit of spit connecting his cock to your mouth. Your hair was messy and stuck to your face in places. There was no other way he could describe your face than beautiful. Even while looking like the pretty cockslut he could ever imagine, you were still the most elegant and angelic-looking girl he had ever seen.

You continued to bob your head up and down until he was wheezing. His grip on your hair loosened until he let go and gripped your chin the signal of a cease to your actions. He held his hand out and you took it, pulling yourself up and back. You laid down stomach up on the bed.

“I’m gonna do what I’ve been dreaming of baby. Is that ok?” You smile at him and nod enthusiastically.

Now, it had been all fun when it was just heavy petting and dick-sucking. However, you had never actually been penetrated. Even when you masturbated, there was still a lack of penetration and more of a focus on rubbing your clit til your wrist got tired. Nevertheless, you were determined to show Elvis that you were a big girl and could handle it.

He gripped your waist and flipped you over so you were ass up on the bed. You gripped a pillow close to you to ground yourself for whatever was to come. The dip in the bed where he had been previously disappeared as he went to grab his wallet from his pants and retrieve the condom that was in there.

He ripped it with his teeth and rolled it down the length of his cock until it hit the base. He lined himself up with your hole. “Are you ready? I’ll be gentle. Of course, you tell me how you want it.” You nod again and grip the pillow tighter.

He pushed his cock in, inch by inch. He was utilizing your slick lubricant to make the movement more smooth. He continued this until he was balls-deep in you. You were panting and clutching the pillow with a death grip.

“You ok darlin’?”

“Mhm. Just.. give me a second to adjust!”

He pats your ass as a ‘yes, of course, dear’. He wiggled his hand down to your clit and began to move in slow lazy circles in an attempt to stimulate you.

After a few minutes of the sweet nothings he would whisper to you and the friction of his rough calloused guitar-playing fingers to your bundle of nerves, you finally gave him the go-ahead to start moving.

At first, his thrusts were slow and gentle in an effort to make sure you were comfortable and got the hang of it.

“Mmm, Elvis. Please go faster, please,” you moaned. His thrusts began to pick up in speed and force. His hands had set gently at your waist to write on your ass cheeks. His left hand spread your cheek and the other grip pushed your back down further to make your arch higher.

You sunk your head deep into the pillow and let out a loud moan when he had finally hit your G-spot. He continued to abuse the little nub within you.

“God doll. You’re so perfect. I knew from the m-moment I saw you that I needed to make you mine. To mark you. To let the world know that you belong to Elvis Presley. So glad that dress zipper got stuck. Now I have you under me. You’re so perfect in every way Satnin.”

You didn’t know if what you felt was love, your high getting closer, or both. Either way, you could imagine that your eyes were hearts right now. “Elvis. You feel so good inside me. I wish we had done this sooner. I love you so much.”

He closed the gap between you and bent his body as close to yours as he could. He began pulling your hips back to meet his forward thrusts.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Harder Elvis! Please!” He listened. He began ramming into you at a force that began to jostle the bed.

“Take it (Y/N)! God, I’m gonna cum. Cum with me Satnin!”

With the demand and nickname, you were pushed over the edge. Your head shot up and you let out a near pornagraphic moan. Elvis let out a few more sloppy and unrhythmic thrusts before releasing his seed into the condom.

He took the condom off and discarded it into the trash can near your bed-side table. He collapsed into your back. Yours and his breathing were heavy and hard. After a few blissful minutes of sitting and embracing one another, he finally breaks the silence.

“I love you so much. I-I really hope this is the start of something.”

You giggled tiredly and look at him with hooded and dewy eyes. “Of course. I’m so glad I got to share that with you, Elvis. I love you so much.”

He brought your face to his in a passionate, gentle kiss. Your breasts were pressed into his bare torso as he deepened the kiss. He finally released after some time and laid you both down.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“I hope you wear that dress again.”

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