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Not A Lie ~ Elvis Presley
Summary: You could never imagine THE Elvis Presley to show up in your little diner. How can you tell your parents that…he’s your fiancé??
Note: IM BACK! I’m going to be graduating in February so I’m hoping I can get some writing out! I’m so sorry if this is a bad come back? I haven’t proofread yet! But I think it’s good 💙 missed you all so much!
Warnings: FLUFF!
“Y/N, you gotta stop lyin’! You know how much your daddy loves Elvis!” You huff out as you chase your mom around the kitchen island.
“Mama! Just listen to me! I’m being honest! I am enga-“ she put a finger to your lips as you both hear the front door unlock, opening to your daddy whistling a soft tune of Blue Suede Shoes.
“Not a word in front of him, got it?” You sigh loudly not wanting her to put you down.
“But mama! He’s comin’ ton-“ she cuts you off with an ice cold glare. You finally let it go, walking past your father to your room.
“God damn it all! Why won’t anyone ever listen to me?” The small phone in your room begins to ring, picking it up you sit on your bed. A certain southern drawl cheers you up.
“Hey there, lil’ lady. How’s my girl doin’? I’ll be there soon I promise. My parents are wantin’ us to get together and do some photos here at Graceland for the family album.” He chuckles while you heard his grandma in the back.
“Hi grandma! Um, pictures? Like engagement pictures?” You nervously hum, twirling the phone cord around your finger.
“Well, I did get you that pretty rock on your finger. And I think that means your stuck with lil’ old me, baby.” Your cheeks flush as he lowly whispers.
“I’ll see you soon. Lest your flirtin’ make my face flush!” His giggles are cut off as you hang up. Your face aglow. Your phone rings once again.
“Elvis Presley- if you don’t stop-“
“Elvis Presley?! I knew it!” Your best friend Amelia was on the other line….her screams of joy influence you to push the phone as far away from you as possible. You wince as she continues.
“Amelia Jones! You needa keep it down! What’ll you do if your mama says she won’t be gettin’ you into my mama’s salon this Thursday!” The other line dies down.
“You know your mamas the only one you can actually do my hair and make it look good!” You chuckle as she tries to explain herself.
“Yes! That’s why when I tell you the boy I’ve been datin’ all year and last year is Mr. Elvis Presley.” You state confidently as she squees softly.
“That’s why you wasn’t impressed when we saw him for the first time! You were kissin’ him!!!” Her giggles and squeals made you roll your eyes. Amelia was always into the whole romance and love at first sight tropes in the movies.
“Y/N! Get down here! Your mother and I need to have a talk with you!” You grumble and hope your mom hadn’t told your father about the whole engagement.
“Gotta go, Ames! Bye!” You hung up, smooth your skirt and make your way down the stairs.
“You know the policy we have on lyin’, young lady.” Your daddy was sitting on the couch with your mother.
“Daddy, I ain’t lyin’ to you! I really am-“ your mothers laugh breaks you off again.
“We are supposed to believe that Elvis Presley is coming tonight to meet us after askin for your hand?” She fans herself. Your mom usually was so supportive but you do have to hand it to her. This was kinda crazy.
“I ain’t! He’s really sweet! His mama and daddy are arranging a photo shoot for us to be in the Presley family album! I’m gonna be a Presley, daddy!”
“I wanna believe you but how did you even meet?”
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“And will that be all for you today?” The man in front of you was clearly flirting as you wrote off his receipt.
“Uh actually this is gonna sound weird but are you an angel?” You rolled your eyes, waving your hand.
“Hm, I’ve actually never heard of that one but I am very aware thank you. Bye!” You spun around on your heel and grabbed a new pad and paper. You fixed your hair in the reflection of napkin holder.
“You handled that well, Darlin’.” You jump a little. The voice was low and oddly familiar. You turned with a flush to your cheeks.
“ yeah well creeps like that don’t like the word no so-“ you paused as you finally saw the person speaking to you.
“It’s a shame cause he ain’t wrong. But he forgot to say you look like a goddess.”
“You’re-“ you stuttered holding your hand to your chest.
“Your future boyfriend I hope.” You must have looked like a tomato with how warm your cheeks were getting.
“Uh- are you serious? Is this a prank?.”
“Here’s my number. Use it wisely.” And with a wink he was gone as fast as he came.
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“I’m supposed to believe he came to our family restaurant when your mama and I were gone?” You nod desperately. You take your mothers hand and show her your ring.
“Oh my god, Y/N. That’s a real ring! How did you-“ your doorbell is going off before you can explain.
“Do you want to get that, daddy?” You ask softly, praying to whatever god that Elvis was standing at the door. He huffs as he sits up, making his way to the door.
“Afternoon- OH MY GOD. You-“ Your father brings your fiancé into a bear hug. Your father squeezes the poor boy as you giggle. Your skin flushing at the display.
“It’s really Elvis! What in the hell?” Your mom grasps your hands tightly as the boy walks into the house, more like pulled. You giggle as he finally sees you, a bit frazzled. He detaches himself from your father as he makes his way to you. His lips soft against your cheek as your body warms.
“Uh, mom, dad, this is my fiancé.” You spout awkwardly as Elvis slips his arm around you. Your father gleams with excitement.
“I understand why you didn’t ask for my blessin’, son! You can marry my daughter!” You’ve never seen your father so ecstatic in your life. Except the one time he won a ticket to see Elvis. Or the one time he heard Heart Break Hotel on the radio in his car. Huh….you are sensing a running theme…
“I really do love your daughter. It’s jus’ been rough tryin’ to get a time together to meet y’all.” He smiles boyishly at your parents. Your mom still reeling in the fact that you were telling the truth.
“D-did ya enjoy our family diner?” Your mom stutters out. You stifle laugh placing your hand over your mouth. You look at Elvis awaiting his answer.
“Of course, ma’am! Great atmosphere, great food, and even greater waitresses.” He bumps you with his shoulder as you blush.
“Well, don’t be a stranger, Mister Presley! Come on, we were just gettin’ ready for our meal!” Your father pushes Elvis to a chair at the table. You shakily sit next to him as your nerves still haven’t fully settled.
“Why our daughter?” Your breath hitches as your mom starts to plate the food.
“Lord, where do I start? She looks as if she walked right out of a Hollywood movie. An absolute starlet.” Your skin flushes as his hand drifts to your thigh.
“I wish! We met up with some of his Hollywood buddies and they were super sweet! They think Elvis has a real shot of hittin’ it big!” You smile as he laughs. His gaze focuses on you the whole time. How could he have found the most amazing thing to have come out of him having to hide from fans in a local diner? His eyes never leave your lips as you continue to sing his praises.
“I really think it’s a great idea to see you two married! Can you believe it, honey? We’d be related to the Presley’s!” Your dad claps as he excitedly dug into his food. Your mother still seems a little hesitant.
“What’s gonna stop you from chasin’ other girls around town? My daughter hasn’t even dated before you!” Your eyes widen as you take a bite of your dinner. You hadn’t really had that conversation with Elvis yet…
“I’m your first boyfriend?” You wince at his surprised tone. You turned to face him.
“Uh, yeah. I, uh, never really thought about the whole dating thing. Until you kissed me at that charity concert…I-“ his lips are soft against your cheek. Your hand shaking in his hand.
“You don’t need to explain nothin’, darlin’. Thank you so much for the lovely dinner but I best be goin’ soon I only had a it of time to spare.” He began to get up as your father rose from his seat.
“How about you go with him, sweetheart? Your mom and I are gonna have a talk about all this.” You nod, hugging him quickly. You all but ran up the stairs to get away from the tension.
“How cute. Pink really fits you.” Elvis smirks as his fingers traced your bed sheets. You scoff as you pack a small bag.
“I haven’t gotten to change my sheets since I was like 10, E. Give me a break. Do you really want to do this?” Elvis’ hand caresses your face, pushing a few stray hairs out of your face.
“I want you. Every day. Afternoon. And night. You are all I think about.” His voice just a bit above a whisper. Your eyes were heavy as you stare at his lips.
“Can I be yours forever?” His lips were soft as he pulls you close. The kiss was delicate but passionate as he grips your hair slightly.
“If you’ll let me.”
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ೃ࿔*･ 𝟏𝟕 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝟏𝟕 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞
Thank you for tagging me babies: @steph-speaks @lindszeppelin @thatbanditqueen & @elvisabutler 💕
Nickname: My bestest girls usually call me Dais or Flower 💕
Sign: Cancer ♋️
Height: 5’0 but I think I’m a bit taller tbh
Last thing I googled: Christmas Songs with the word Present in them
Song stuck in my head: Why Marry- Sweet Inspirations
Number of followers: 716 🥰
Amount of sleep: I usually get between 7-8 hours (perks of having a one year old)
Dream job: Forensic Psychologist with a sprinkle of Lawyer on the side
Wearing: Pajamas
Movies/Books that summarize you: I don’t really know, but I do love 16 candles so I’m gonna say that.
Favorite song: I have so many Elvis songs that I love honestly but my top three is the wonder of you, surrender, and I love you because.
Favorite instrument: I used to play the flute in school so yeah..
Aesthetic: one word: Mom
Favorite Author: My favorite author is Ashley Flowers
Random fun fact: I have a masters degree 😂
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Would y'all like another chapter of trouble? I began writing one awhile back but never finished it, if so, let me know!
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Can we just talk about how important friends who you can platonically say "I love you" to are????
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Let Me Show You (Elvis Presley)
Summary: Elvis is feeling a little insecure about his recent weight gain. You show him there is no need.
Note: I’m back! I hope I didn’t leave y’all for too long! I don’t know how much I’ll be uploading Drabbles and such again but I hope you enjoy this as an apology! Proofread once soooo hopefully it’s good!
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Warnings: 18+ oral (m,f receiving)
“Elvis, can you come zip me up?” You begin to stare at your figure in the satin dress your fiancé had bought you earlier in the month. You had definitely had begun to fill out your clothes a lot easier. You sighed as you caressed your stomach and tried to suck in. He swatted at your hands and wrapped his arms around you. His chin resting softly on your shoulder.
“Mm, you look divine as always, love” he kissed you on the cheek softly.
“Hm, do I really? I thought I was lookin’ a bit-“
“Weren’t you just sayin’ the other day that bein’ big is beautiful, lil’ mama?” He slips his hands upon your shoulders, caressing you softly.
“I wasn’t thinking’ nothin’ like that, baby. I’m just gettin’ a little fuller in some places.” You sigh, he begins to softly massage your chest as you lean back against him. His eyes no longer meeting yours in the mirror, watching his fingers disappear into the bodice of your dress.
“Mm, but I like you lookin’ fuller,” he groans as you palm him from behind yourself,” baby, didn’t you say that-“ you turn around swiftly, slipping onto your knees. Your hands working deftly to release him from his tighter pants. His shocked expression making you giggle.
“Those papers don’t know what they’re talkin’ about. Your weight gain has made you even hotter, Elvis.” His eyes flutter shut as he feels the chill of your hand against the warmth of his cock. He bites his lip hoping to keep his groan in. He fails as you flick your tongue against the head of his cock. His hand coming to grasp your hair.
“B-baby, we’ll be late to the party. Holy-“ you ignore his ramblings and take a deep breath. Cutting him off as you take his whole cock. The tip tickling the back of your throat as you batted your lashes at him. Your name caught on his lips as he grasped your hair tighter in recognition. You pull back gasping, jerking his cock as he struggled to stand.
“How about you lay on top of me, darlin’?” He nods laying down on your shared bed. You lay on top of him and squeal as he spins your body so your face meets with his erection. You feel a heat rush upon your cheeks. His breath hot against your clothed mound. The party for whatever the hell it was, long forgotten.
“E-Elvis, what in the lord’s-“ a moan is ripped out of your throat as you feel Elvis push your panties to the side and rub your clit with his finger. He chuckles lowly as you grip his thighs tightly, your body shaking from the small bit of stimulation. You begin to wrap your hand around his dick as he teases your clit and you let a teasing lick to his tip. He hisses at the feeling. You breathlessly laugh as he grips the sheet next to you both in restraint. You wiggle your ass in teasing glory.
“Two can play this game, honey. I’m gonna worship this pussy all night long.” You shiver at his words and feel his breath warm your quivering pussy. His tongue is hot as it flicks your clit slowly. You lurch forward, whining out his name in ecstasy. He grips your ass pushing your pussy closer to his face as if he can’t get enough of your taste. You can’t concentrate as you finally wrap your lips around his cock, gripping his thighs just as harshly as before. You know both of you will have matching bruises by the morning. A particularly hard suck on your clit has you screaming, your hand rapidly moving on his cock as you try to catch your breath.
“E-Elvis, slow down. I don’t wanna come yet, baby.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your voice gets louder. Your moans driving Elvis to thrust his hips into your hand harder as he whimpered into your pussy.
“Oh lord, baby. I want you to cum so bad.” He moans into your folds and you cry out. Once again resting your head on his thigh. How has he never done this? His tongue was so fucking good. Your thoughts are interrupted as he tried to pull you impossibly closer to his face.
“E-Elvis, calm down, baby. I-I can’t- you’re too fucking good.” You whine as you spit out onto his cock to lubricate your wild movements on his cock. He pulls away for a moment to groan out deeply.
“You taste so fucking divine, baby,” he dives right back in as if it’s a sin to the lord to not be buried in your cunt,” ride my face, darlin’. Fuck my face.” Your eyes roll back as your pussy clenches at his words. God bless that this man is yours. You wrap your lips around the head of his dick and and hollow out your cheeks. You move your hips slowly and he all but growls into your dripping folds. He slaps your ass to make you move faster, your hips moving on their own accord as he stopped moving his tongue.
“P-Please, Elvis. More. I’ll do it. I’ll-“ Before you can finish the starved man is back on his feast in seconds. His tongue is thrashing against your clit while his hands grip at your ass to grind against his face. Your body begins to quiver as you moan against his length. You feel your orgasm drawing near as Elvis becomes more vocal mumbling into your pussy.
“Taste so fucking good.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Ride my face, Y/N. Just like that.”
“Suck my cock just like that, Darlin’.”
“I’m s-so close, Elvis.” You whine as you can feel the snap in your abdomen approaching. Your legs begin to shake around his head. He nods vigorously as he is too.
“F-Fuck, Y/N. I’m close too, baby. Please, cum on my face.” His begging turns you on as you start to grind yourself against his tongue and take him back into your mouth. You both begin to cry out in pleasure as your highs edge closer. Elvis continues to thrust in your mouth as he cries out. You roll off of him as he chuckles holding his hand to his forehead. His chest rising and falling harshly with each breath. Sweat rolling down the both of you.
“Holy fuck, E. Where did you learn that?” He smiles as he kisses you softly. You hum as he pulls you back to him.
“I did say I was gonna worship you.” He simply shrugged as he sat up and you followed suit.
“Please, worship me every night?” You batted your eyelashes as he bit his lip.
“I’ll worship you again, right now!” He presses kisses against your face and you giggle. His teeth scraping against your neck blissfully. You try to push him away, a pile of papers sitting on the edge of the bed falling in the process. You pick one up to see a headline, “Elvis’ Pelvis Slowed Down!”. Your hand covers your mouth in disgust, gasping.
“Baby, why wouldn’t you show me this?” You turn to see him anxious. You place a soft hand on his cheek.
“I-I didn’t want you to laugh at me like the whole world is, Y/N. I-I just wanted one person on my side.”
“ I am on your side! You ain’t slowin’ down! You’re as energetic as you’ve ever been on that stage! And clearly in bed! Just cause you got a few pounds don’t mean nothin’, Elvis!” You huffed as you read on and your heart broke in a million pieces.
‘When will his fiancé leave Presley now? When he loses his weight or he dies?’
“Baby, give me the paper.” Elvis tried to reach out for the god forsaken page in your hands.
“No! I’m tellin’ your daddy right now to call them bastards! This is shit and you know it! Probably that damn colonel tryin’ to make another mouthy move since we left!” You couldn’t contain your anger as you read on.
“Baby, please. I shouldn’t have even brought it in. I just wanna be with you right now.” You sigh and throw the paper, letting him lay on your chest.
“I’m sorry, Elvis. You shouldn’t have to deal with this. You know I’m tellin’ you the truth right? I love you inside and out. You are my handsome soon to be husband.” You kiss his forehead softly as he smiles holding you closer.
“I love you, my beautiful soon to be wife.” He kisses you and lays his head on your chest. You sit there in a few minutes of silence before you take one of his shirts and begin to change into it. He looks at you confused.
“What? I’m about to have an important call and have your daddy back me up!” He rolls his eyes as he watches you leave. You are determined to let these damn journalists get a piece of your mind!
“Lord, I can’t wait to marry her.”
#elvis presley#elvis 2022#elvis#rosecoloreddesire#elvis film#elvis presley smut#elvis smut#elvis x reader#elvis imagine#elvis movie#lord have mercy#elvissmut#elvisfluff#elvis presley x reader
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The Hold You Have Upon Me
Summary: Your best friend Olivia gets you in on her big role in a new movie and you gladly accept the offer. Little did you know the job had a lot more to offer than it lead on.
Note: I’m so sorry for being so inactive! Please forgive me y’all! Should this be my first Austin series??? But the new pics from behind the scenes??? LORD HAVE MERCY!
Part 2
Warning: FLUFF! Also I only read through this twice so I’m sorry for any errors!!
“Y/N, c’mon! You’re doing great! I’m so proud of you for being here for me.” Olivia wraps her arms around you in a warm embrace.
“You know I wouldn’t have denied being an extra in an Elvis movie,” Olivia rolls her eyes as her makeup finishes,” and wouldn’t have denied seeing my best friend have the role of her life!” She smiles as the finishing touches are applied and twirls around.
“Time to line up, girly!” She takes your hand and leads you to set. The booming echo of the band thumps within your body as you watch Baz record them up close. Olivia tugs on your arm and points at the corner of the set. There he was.
“Holy shit, Liv. He’s Adonis…” you hadn’t had the time to see Austin as Elvis yet. The sight of his tanned skin adorned in black leather pulling the air from your lungs. She laughs and pats your back as a set manager pulls her away from you. You can’t keep your eyes off of him as workers surround him to make sure he looks perfect. That shouldn’t be too hard you think. His cobalt eyes are stoic as he finally catches you staring. His smirk eliciting a squeak from your lips as you go to find the same set manager that stole Olivia away from you.
“Got enough of gawking Mr. Butler in for one day?” Mia asks as you walk up next her. You sigh and rub your hands on your face.
“He saw me and probably thinks I’m a freak.” She cackles as she’s reads the list in front of her. She pulls you along with her.
“Well, this freak is front of stage. Have fun, love.” You whip your head to glare at Mia.
“‘Mia?! Are you kidding me? This is insane! Please, put me closer to the back or something.” Mia shrugged her shoulders and looked through the papers on her clipboard. You try to look over her to no avail.
“They dressed you up just like the girl in the original ‘68 comeback that sits right there! Soooo, no can do, love!” She waves at you as you sit down. He’s going to be dancing right in front of you. You place a hand on the stage and drag your fingers on it softly. This is insane.
“Good luck, Y/N. You got this!” Olivia looks beautiful as she shakes your shoulders.
“Knock ‘em dead, Priscilla.” She smiles and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. You smooth your skirt down as other extras begin to fill in next to you. Your heart begins to beat out of your chest as Baz calls for action.
“And here he is, Mister Elvis Presley!” The applause sign lights up as you begin to clap. Ignoring the total arousal that seeps through you as you see him begin to bend to grasp his guitar. He sits down and begins to sing and your heart all but melts. You could see he put everything into becoming Elvis and he looked just like him. You could feel tears well in your eyes as you remembered watching Elvis with your grandma when you were younger. Never understanding why she’d get so emotional. Now here you were seeing double. You smile as the song comes to an end and wipe your eyes. Baz calling cut so that he could move things around for a better shot. He smiles at you as he makes his way to Austin. You nod and turn to where Olivia is sitting. She shapes a heart with her hands and you return it as you take a deep breath.
“Quick touch up break!” Makeup artists swarm in as cast members make their ways to chairs. Some stay seated and some grab something to snack on. You watch as Austin sits down panting as staff use towels to lightly dab onto his face. He smiles and his lips curl as he listens to Baz and his flailing hands.
“Hey, why don’t you just try talking to him?” Mia startled you, your hand shooting to your chest. She grabs onto your shoulder as you grasp your surroundings again.
“M-Mia, I’m one of how many extras trying to get to know him? Give me a break! Not gonna happen-“ you choke on your last words as you make eye contact with the aforementioned man. His gaze could pierce stone as you squirm in your seat. He nods to the artist powdering his face and he rises from his chair.
“Welp, I gotta go! Have fun, darling!”
“Hey, you’re Olivia’s friend right,” you nod as your throat dries,” I’ve seen you on her Insta page. You’re uh, you look gorgeous.” Your eyes widen as does his.
“Thank y-“
“ I’m sorry if that was weird, darlin’.” His voice lowering as he rubs the back of his neck. You laugh, shaking your head.
“No,” your voice squeaking, you clear your throat,” no! Um, I think you’re gorgeous too.”
“It’s just the get up, I feel.”
“I mean the get up is a plus-“
“A plus? You really like it that much, doll?” He stepped a little closer to you. You move back a little scared he’ll hear the pounding of your heart. You place a hand on your chest as your cheeks flush.
“Austin,” his hand slips around your waist as his other hand rests tenderly against your cheek. His fingers softly move against the soft skin,” I-I do.” You splutter out meekly.
“Good. ‘Cause I’m really liking the get up you got goin’ on to.” Before you can say your weak attempt at a joke his soft lips are upon yours. His grip slowly tightens as you sigh into the kiss. You rest your hands on his chest as you feel your legs begin to weaken. His entire being yearns to be as close to as possible. He pulls away and uses the hand still on your cheek to move your face to the side. His lips finding solace betwixt your jaw and neck. You begin to giggle as he hums against your skin.
“A-Aus, what are you doing? You’re gonna have to go on soon.” He continues to hum into your skin. Not leaving any marks but leaving a slight tingle in his tracks.
“They can wait, darlin’. I just can’t get enough of you.” His phone buzzes in his pocket as he finishes his rasping speech.
“I don’t think they want to.” You wink as he pulls away from you with a pout. You stand to your tippy toes and lay a chaste kiss to his nose. His skin flushing pink within seconds.
“I’ll find you after, Y/N.” He holds your hand until ultimately he has to let it go. You sigh heavily and lean against the wall as you collect your thoughts.
“That was….adorable!!!” Olivia squeals and wraps her arms around your shoulders. You yelp and she covers your mouth.
“How could you?! Did you see all of that?!” You take her hand off your mouth.
“Hey! I was tasked to come find Elvis and found Elvis I did!” She wiggles her eyebrows as you groan. You both make your way back to set. Your seat open in the front of the stage as he winks at you from it. You take Olivia’s arm.
“I’m not sitting back up there. I just kissed him and I gotta act like that didn’t happen?” You groan once more as Olivia shrugs.
“Hey, at least it’ll help with the fan girl in love look.” She smiles as she leads you back to your seat.
“Liv, I feel like I’m gonna hurl.”
#austin butler#austin butler fic#austin butler drabble#austin butler x reader#austin butler elvis#elvis 2022#rosecoloreddesire#elvis movie#elvis film
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Sneaky Suspicions
Elvis x Reader
Summary: You kissed Elvis on a whim thinking you’d never do it again in your lifetime. Why would you ever think he’d show up at your door begging for you to kiss him again? Maybe because that’s what currently lies in front of you.
Note: This is my first smut in a LONG time. I apologize for any cringe! I had this in my drafts for awhile but I’m still working on chapter 4! Enjoy, lovies! (This can be any iteration of Elvis you want btw!)
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Part 2 ;)
Warnings: FILTH; NO MINORS! If you are uncomfy with smut I suggest not reading this entirely!
“Elvis if my mama finds out you’re here,” you let out an exasperated sigh as he continued to smirk,” you wipe that smirk of your face, Presley!” He chuckled and placed his hands on your waist.
“C’mon, baby. You were at my show last night practically askin’ me to come find you again. That kiss…Darlin’, you can’t lie and say there wasn’t a spark.” His hands started to make their way to your ass as he continued his unwavering attempt to get your guard down.
“E-Elvis we kissed. That’s it! Why would someone like you care about someone like m- ahhh!” A sultry moan is ripped out of your mouth as his lips assault your neck. His hands beginning to grasp and massage at your backside. You placed your hands on his chest and weakly pushed. Your legs shook like the water beds you saw on TV. You felt your protests become mute as he began to leave marks in his wake.
“Please, baby. Lord, I can’t imagine how the rest of you tastes. I’ve wanted you bad, Y/N.” His normally icy blue eyes seemed to darken as they met your E/C docile ones. You felt yourself slip a little bit forward on the step you were on and he smiles.
“M-My room is the second on the right. Don’t waste anymore time, Elvis.” He didn’t need another word as he scooped you up into his arms. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you thought. You were FINALLY going to sleep with Elvis Presley. Who the hell did you think you were? He closes your door and you find your heart beating faster than ever before.
“That dress looks sinful on that body of yours, lil’ mama. Lord knows I wanna rip it off ya.” He pushes you lightly to lay on the bed and you comply. You find comfort in the smell of his cologne as it invades your bedroom. He smiles as he gazes upon your body.
“Please, Elvis. I need you so badly right now.” Your breath comes out in short breaths as he crawled up your body. He blew his warm breath along the column of your neck. You shiver, pulling him closer instinctively.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m tryna keep myself calm but god you look like an angel.” He pulled the top of your bodice down. He sighed before he attacked your chest in love bites. You arch your back as he catches your nipple in his mouth. You whine as he bites down softly. Your hands thread through his raven hair and tug slightly. He gives the same attention to your other nipple. You arch into his body , yearning for more. He leads his kisses down your stomach. He pushes the bottom of your dress up and bites at your thighs. He pushed your panties to the side and circled his finger around your neglected clit. Thought you were trying to regain your senses. You were a waitress at a local diner in Memphis. How come Elvis was so interested in you of all the girls he could ever have?
“E-Elvis. W-We can’t my ma-” You grab his face and kiss him wildly. His tongue slipping into your awaiting mouth. Your body acting on its own will. Your senses really failed you on this one. Your mama was gonna kill you if she found out ‘Elvis THE Pelvis’ was in your bed!
“Calm down, sweetheart. You’re flutterin’ like a bird. You are so wet.” He whispered and continued his worship of your body with his mouth. A whimper left your lips as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. His warm breath hitting your pussy, a quiver running through you.
“Elvis, please.” Your voice shook as he continued to tease around the spot you needed him most. He really was going to tease you like you teased him with that kiss last night.
“Keep sayin’ my name, darlin’.” The feeling of his tongue between your thighs made you squeal. Licking up your wet folds as he sucked onto your sensitive clit. Your hand gripped his hair again as you tried to make sense of the ramblings coming out of your mouth. If you weren’t already crying out the groan that fell from his lips as you pulled his hair would have made you scream. He pressed his mouth as close as he could get into your folds like you were his last meal.
“Elvis. Babyyy. Slow d-down. Oh god.” You felt the vibrations of his moans and growls in your pussy as he never missed a beat. He gripped your thighs as you tried to pull away slightly. His nose pressed against your clit as he heard your moans get higher and louder. He pulls away for a second panting like a beast. You bit your lip.
“You taste divine, baby. C’mon, cum for me, darlin’.” he dove right back between your thighs, scared he might miss too much of your exquisite taste. A burning sensation started to form in your lower abdomen. Your hips began to buck against his face as he became more desperate in his ministrations. You felt your orgasm nearing and you threw your head back. A finger pressed against your opening and you cried out. You nodded when he prodded a second finger to your entrance.
“I-I’m gonna- fuck-” Elvis groaned as you began to push at his head as your body shook with extreme pleasure. He lifted his head from beneath your thighs and shot you a glossy smirk.
“Damn, baby. You taste amazing-” You cut him off by colliding his lips with yours. Anything to keep this moment in your brain. The taste of yourself veiled on his tongue and lips. He smiles into the kiss and pulls away, standing up. Before he can adjust himself you fall to your knees in front of him. His adamant protests die in his throat as you rub him through his suit pants.
“C’mon, Elvis. Can’t I have a little fun now?” You begin to unzip his pants as his breath quickens at your words. Pulling his cock out you give it a chaste kiss to the tip. Your hand stoking him up and down. Elvis inhales a quick breath of air as you giggle.
“Keep lookin’ up at me like that darlin’. Fuck, you look sinful, baby.” You smiled before wrapping your lips around his cock. You flatten your tongue dragging it along the base up to the tip. You watch as his eyes roll back into his head, a loud groan leaving his pink lips.
You pull away as he takes a deep breath. His wide dark lust filled eyes meeting yours. You pumped his cock in your hands, sticking your tongue out to slip around the head. His breath gets caught in his throat as his hands move to the back of your head. His fingers collecting your hair into a fist. You giggle and relax the back of your throat before taking a deep breath yourself. Hope he was ready. You gag as he thrusts into your awaiting mouth. Saliva pooling around his cock and your mouth as he all but sobs into the silence of you bedroom. His eyes never leave your lips as your lips graze the base of his cock. His mind becoming numb as he can only think of the feeling of your throat.
“Holy shit, baby. I-I thought you ain’t ever been with- fuck.” You look up at him and his hips stutter forward. A whiny moan leaves your mouth, sending a vibration through Elvis. You nod at him as he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth. Strings of curses and mumbled words of praise tumble out of his mouth.
“So good for me.”
“Fuck, lil’ mama. Your mouth feels like heaven.”
“That’s my girl.”
“I’m gonna cum, baby.” He gasps as you seemingly take him deeper into your throat. He looks down at you once again, his eyes rolling back as you stare right back. His body begins to shake and his hands leave the back of your head. His climax hitting him as you continued your ministrations. He soon pulls you off with a pop. You kiss the sensitive tip once more as he winces at the feeling.
“Was that kiss last night worth it, Elvis Presley?” He chuckles pulling you closer to his body, once again laying you on your bed. His lips find solace against yours. You feel yourself become dizzy with desire as he ground his cock against you.
“It was so damn worth it, darlin’.” He begins to growl into your mouth as you wrap your legs around his waist. God, you never wanted this to end-
“Y/N L/N! Have you seen that Presley boy is in town again?! Damn greasers! Y/N?” Your mama’s voice rang through the house and you flinched. Of course, right when you're getting down to it, wait your mama’s home! Your eyes widen and Elvis breathily chuckles in your ear. You try pushing him off of you so you could think of a paln but he’s still grinding against you. He moans as you try to still his hips.
“Shh! We gotta get you outta here, Presley!”
“Not without another round!”
“Elvis!”
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Never Know How Much I Love You (Elvis 2022)
Austin!Elvis x reader
Summary: Your friends tell you it’s now or never to lose yourself to the pleasure of a one night stand. Though, what would you do if that one might stand was newcomer, Elvis Presley?
Note: Thank you for 200 followers! Just wrote this small thing while college finals were killing my brain last week so I hope it makes sense and y’all like it! This is supposed to mimic desperation and naïveté in one night stands :)
Warnings: SMUT! Minors DNI!
“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me, Kath! I can’t do that! I’d be embarassin’ myself in front of that Memphis boy if I did that!” You covered your face in mortification.
“Come on! You gotta admit y’all two had a real good connection on that stage! He was only lookin’ at ya! Ain’t that right, Patti?” Your older friend elbowed the love struck nerd in the side rather roughly. She wheezes out the air she was sobbing out earlier.
“Y-yes, Y/N. Go seduce that Presley boy so I can stare at the other talents.” She waved her manicured hand in the air as you rolled your eyes and huffed in defeat. What the hell were they thinking sending you to the hotel door step of THE rising star of the Louisiana Hayride?
“I gotta great idea! You can borrow some of my clothes! And Miss Dreams-a-Lot can do your makeup? Sound good? Good!” She stops you before you can even answer. You sip your milkshake in annoyance even if Kathy was buying. Why you out of this group? You all thought he was hot!
“Hey, you gotta live a little! Your parents ain’t gonna kill ya for havin’ a little fun! What do you thank they were doin’ at our age, purity!” You scoffed at the nickname and gulped the rest of your milkshake down.
“Fine! I’ll prove I ain’t no innocent little one time girl! Doll me up, chicks!”
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“I-I look so good. Holy smokes!” You pose in the mirror as the girls put the finishing touches on your seduction outfit of the night.
“You look like ya ready to snatch a man’s soul tonight!”
“Or his wallet.”
“Patti-“
“Sorry!” She raised her hands in defense as you twirled around. The dress was just tight enough that if your parents saw they’d keel over right that second.
“Y’all really think this is gonna work. That boy prolly has a type. And I don’t think this is it. “ you gesture to your whole body. Kathy pushes you and fixes a stray curl on the back of your hair.
“That boy has hundreds of girls falling at his feet. C’mon, it’s a worth a try. You may never get another chance! Also that lingerie underneath is too die for!” Kath places a gentle hand on your shoulder and gives you a soft smile.
“And hey, maybe he likes sleepin’ with the same girl. He seems like one of those innocent churchly types, ya know?” Patti fixes her lipstick and Kath elbows her again. Her lipstick going up her face. The two begin to bicker as you watch from your motel window. You watch as Elvis passes by. He’s unbuttoning his shirt and you bite your lip. The blue lace shirt looked ethereal on his skin in the pale moon light. You looked down at yourself once again and took a deep breath. You looked back at the pair and they continued to fight as you slipped out as quiet as you could. You watched as Elvis retreats into his room.
“Breathe, Y/N. We got this.” You smoothed your dress down to your body. You look through the small crack in his curtains. His shirt unbuttoned all the way and wincing on the phone. You could see the heart shaped paper on the rotary numbers. He has to be talking to his girl back home. What the hell were you thinking? God, he looks good though. All of your conscience is void as you wrap your knuckles to the door. The wood cold against your sweating hand. You begin to turn and try to forget you ever wanted to do this.
“Hey Scotty, I-“ his breath hitches as he notices your not his friend and band mate but something better. You smile up at him softly and walk in, dragging your hand along his bare chest as you pass.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m sorry if this is too forward but-“ Elvis’ hands are on your waist in seconds as yours fall around his nape. He stares down at you, biting his lip. His eyes are beautiful in the dark room as you feel your legs threatening to give out from beneath you.
“You are one brave chick for walk-in’ in like ya did. I like that. You a fan?” You shake your head as he chuckles.
“I-I mean yes but I ain’t one of those ones that sits outside your door waitin’ for ya. Sometimes they mistake my room for yours! It’s somethin’ awful!” His eyes flicker from your mouth to your e/c orbs. You decide to say screw it and pull him down towards you.
“You talk a lot, doll.” He smiles and you flush. Your hand drags down his chest as his breath hitches. Your hands are cold against his warm embrace.
“Then shut me up, Elvis.” A growl rips from his throat and his lips are on yours in seconds. He’s clearly just as new as you are to this but it feels otherworldly. His hands can’t find a place to sit and grasp your body wherever he can reach. His tongue traces your bottom lip, a moan squeaks from your throat as his tongue delves into your mouth. You take his hand and place it on your chest. His hand pulls the top of your dress down and all but tears your bra.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Y/N. Lord, bless me for you walkin’ your pretty little ass in here.” He bites his lip to stop from groaning. His lips and teeth attack your throat as he tries to calm himself down. Your neck and chest were wet and bruised as Elvis tried to clutch onto any sense of reason.
“E-Elvis, more. Please. Make me yours.” His hands are gripping your waist so hard you’re sure bruises will be the harshest reminder of what you’re getting yourself into. His eyes hardly leave your tits as he gulps audibly. His lips are hot and wet as he twirls his tongue around your budding nipple. A sharp gasp leaves your reddened lips. His grasp is harsh on your thighs as he spreads them apart.
“Look at you, baby. All this for me? You’re my pretty little play thing, right?” You nod desperately as you claw at his chest for any sort of touch. His lip caught between his teeth, a moan raring to leave his lips. He drags a finger up your dampened light blue panties. You whimper as he pulls them to the side. He blows his hot breath against your pussy, your voice caught in your throat. A smirk spreads across his face as he places a soft kiss to your begging clit.
“P-please. Elvis- AH” his mouth is on you before you can even get his name out from your mouth. His tongue is slow, teasing. His grip on your thighs are still harsh and commanding. Your grip on his hair makes him chuckle and the vibration sends you into a frenzy. He pulls away as quickly as he started and looks down at you. Unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. Rubbing up and down your pussy. You grip his shoulders, the warmth of his body was the only thing left to ground your mind as you slowly delved into this sinful act.
“I’m sorry, mama. I need to feel you is that alright? We can sto-“ a growl is torn from his chest as you take his cock in your hand and push him inside slowly.
“You are so big, fuck. Shit, more please.” He nods and places his hands beside your head on the pillows.
“You look and f-feel divine. Lord, you are so fuckin’ hot.” His head falls between your neck and shoulder. His teeth scraping against your throat. Was he this possessive with all those girls at his door? Your nails are sharp on his back as he hisses at the feeling. His hips bucking tougher than before.
“More. Fuck me, Elvis!” You scrunch your eyes closed as his cock delves deeper inside you. You want to remember the feeling of Elvis inside you. Lord knows that this will be the first and only time you’ll have this sensation deep within you. Elvis is whimpering now as you tighten around him. No longer keeping his moans hidden as he loses himself.
“Fuck, I wanna- can I cum inside you?” Your hands are gripping the pillows beneath you as you nod. God, you didn’t want this night to be over but holy hell was this boy doing a number on you!
“I’m gonna cum!” The two of you are sweaty as Elvis lays on top of you. His cum drips out onto the hotel sheets and he apologizes while grabbing some towels. He grabs a satin shirt of his and helps you into it as he placed a soft kiss to your head.
“I-I don’t usually do that sorta thing, mama.” You smile.
“I don’t either.”
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“YOU LEFT HIS HOTEL BEFORE HE WOKE UP? You’re kiddin’!” Kath all but screams as you enter the door way to y’all’s room. You pulled his shirt tighter to your body as she scanned you.
“Look at her, Kath! She’s covered in bites! She really did do it! Look at you, purity!” Patti comes up to hug you and you wince. Your shame was rising higher by the minute.
“You do know we’re followin’ him to the next show right?” Your jaw dropped.
“KATH! We are not! What in the sam hell do you think you are? You tell me to go do somethin’ and I did it!” The two girls sit you down and help you cover up the marks on your visible skin and obvious bags under your eyes. You sigh.
“At least this one tonight, Y/N? Maybe, he liked ya! And he’ll wanna see you more?” You rolled your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror feeling a pity that sunk its claws within your features. It was dark last night there was no way he’d be into you. You weren’t anyone’s type.
“Let’s go. As long as y’all are gonna get me a milkshake after.” The pair hug you and rush to their suitcases for their clothes.
“Deal!”
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“Backstage?! C’mon girls. You have gotta be pullin’ my leg here!” Kathy takes your hand and you three sit on a bench in the back watching as Elvis performed. You’d never tire of seeing it as the electricity of his passion shot through your very being every time. Soon you find yourself thinking of last night. The way he gently caressed your body and then grasped it like you were going to disappear. His lips…how full and sweet they tasted. You drift off and tune back in when you hear familiar panting.
“Thanks, guys. Was that good? Is that wigglin’ thing really all that?” His band mates were handing him towels and water as he stood drenched in sweat. You turn to tell Patti you needed to go and that’s when you see the two had left you. You try to hide your face but it’s too late as you hear a light laugh coming from the boy.
“I-I- think the wigglin’ was just fine, Elvis.” Your voice is meek as he stalks closer to you. His hand curls underneath your chin.
“You’ve got a lot of bravery comin’ back to me a second time, lil’ birdie.” His eyes are dark and firmly on yours as you stutter a response.
“I-I’’m sorry I didn’t think you’d want me to stay-“ His lips and tongue are harsh as he covers your body with his. The heat of his body is dizzying as you grab onto his suit jacket with all your strength. His body isn’t close enough. His taste is addicting. The clothes on his body needed to be off.
“Who said you weren’t mine, lil’ birdie? Didn’t you say you wanted me to make you mine,” your eyes are glossed over as he pulls your chin to lessen the gap between you both. You gasp as he forced you to look at him, “Hm? Give me an answer, mama.” You nod as he gives you a stern look.
“Yes. Yes, Elvis.”
“That’s my good girl.”
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Part two of sneaky suspicions. Where as soon as Elvis pulls out to cum on y/ns naked body, the mom walks in but Elvis can’t stop and is moaning (partly from embarrassment) as his dick is twitching with cum squirting out and the mom is in utter shock and is frozen just staring with mouth open as her daughter is screaming get out trying to cover the two of them with a blanket but she doesn’t leave maybe she starts yelling at them right there and Elvis is a panting mess but still hard and on the verge of another orgasm under the small blanket they are covering with.
Sneaky Suspicions, PT 2
Note: Damn Anon 🥵 y’all givin’ some good ideas! I hope this serves ya well!!! Thanks for the idea! ❤️ (I wrote this so fast on my phone y’all. So it might be a little rough. I am speed…)
Warning: FILTH!!! Minors DNI! 18+!!
“Elvis, my m-mama’s gonna come up here! Please,” Elvis continues to rut against you, the tip of his cock rubbing just right against your clit,” E-Elvis. Oh my god.” You panted as he all but growled as he felt your wetness coat his cock.
“Baby-,” he groans into your neck, littering your throat in even darker marks,” Y/N, I’m sorry I can’t stop myself. Fuck, darlin’. You’re so wet!” His voice came out whiny and breathy as his thrusts became faster and harsher. The pressure of his cock rubbing between your folds has got you gripping his shoulders harshly. Your fingernails scraping down his toned back. You lip caught between your teeth.
“Please, Elvis. I want more. Please. I’m gonna cum, Elvis~“ His lips cut you off as your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the white hot haze shakes your body.
“Oh god, darlin’. You look so fuckin’ good. Holy shit- I’m right there, baby.” His hips seem to sputter as you whimper over the overstimulation of the head of his cock repeatedly rubbing you in the most sensitive thought. Your thoughts running rampant. He needed to be inside of you right now. He pulled away from your body and jerked his cock off above you. His voice cracked as he released his climax onto your tits. His hips still thrusting in the air as his release continues. You’re about to drag a finger through his cum but-
“Y/N L/N! I’ve called you-“ A scream fills your room as Elvis continues to pant above you. He looks between you and your mama as he still moans as his cock twitches above your stomach. His groans amplified as his body flushes in embarrassment. Your mother looks as white as a ghost as you clumsily grab a small blanket that covers at least the more graphic side of you two. You try to explain yourself as you rack your brain for answers.
“Mama get out! Get out!!!”
“Y/N…I-“
“Mama it isn’t what it looks like!”
“It looks like your banging a damn greaser in my house!” She threw her hands in the air in defeat. Elvis’ cock grinds against the back of you. You smack him but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t know what’s come over him. His sexual desire can’t cease as he can still see your bare skin. He sat up a little bit and your mama gasped.
“Not just any damn greaser, ma’am. Nice to meet ya, Mrs. L/N. I’m, uh, Elvis Presley.” He smiled as your mama scoffed. That’s when the unexpected happens. You’d been so focused on the adrenaline of being caught and your mama seeing Elvis Presley CUM on you. You gasp as you feel the tip poke at you. You try to ignore him as your mama continues to rant. His cock breaches your entrance and you slam a hand to your mouth as Elvis whimpers softly into your ear.
“Elvis Presley?! I need a minute to think about this, young lady. God damn kids.” She shuts the door as she leaves and Elvis changes your position so he’s on top of you once again.
“I’ll need a minute with you as well,” he thrusts his hips forward slowly as your back arches,” a little more than that, lil’ mama. Fuck, you look like a d-dream. I-I’m sorry you just feel fuckin’ amazin’, baby.” He stutters as you clench down onto his cock. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist trying to pull him closer into you.
“Fuck, Elvis. Gimme more, baby. I need you to fuck me so bad.” You cry into his neck as his pace picks up. His groaning becoming louder as if daring your mother to try to say something again. You feel his cock twitch inside you, leading his hand to rub your clit.
“Cum on my cock, darlin’. That’s it, baby,” He sputters as your pussy clenches on his cock,” Fuck baby I’m gonna cum if you do that. Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good. Like it was made for me.” You nod and pull him as close to you as you can. You whine as his cock grinds into you at a harder pressure than before.
“C-Cum in me, Elvis. I wanna feel it, Elvis. Please, I need it-“ you continue to beg and he cuts you off with a particularly hard thrust and that same feeling from before overwhelms your senses as your body convulses. A stream of thank you’s flow from your mouth as his brutal pace continues. A smirk flashes across the man’s face as you continue to babble and moan. Tears flowing down your face. His hips halt and you feel the blazing hot sensation as he twitches inside you.
“H-Holy shit, Y/N. God damn, mama.” His body and voice shakes as he pulls out of you. He smooths your hair down and shushes you as you continue to shake.
“I’m right here, Y/N. I gotcha,” you grasp onto his body as he lifts your dress up and smooths it. He kisses your head and carefully gets off your bed. You grab his arm, worried,” what is it, darlin’?”
“W-Where are you goin’?” He smiled and placed a soft kiss to your trembling lips.
“I’m gonna get you some water and apologize for flashin’ your mama. I gotta make sure she’s alright with me datin’ her daughter.”
After that whole show you weren’t too sure she’d agree. I mean that was one hell of a show…Elvis the Pelvis had a whole new meaning…
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The Hold You Have Upon Me, 2
Summary: Your best friend Olivia gets you in on her big role in a new movie and you gladly accept the offer. Little did you know the job had a lot more to offer than it lead on.
Note: I’m trying to be more active but I’m a little stuck on Sugar Daddy Blues! So please let me know if y’all have anything you’d like to see in that series! Also Happy Holidays, darlin’s!
Warning: Fluff, Small Steamy Makeout sesh!
“It’s like I have this sin I must confess…and lord have mercy that sin is you.” Olivia read the text out in a low gravely voice as you tried to suffocate yourself with your pillow. She rips it off your face as she giggles.
“What do I say to that, Liv? God, he’s even hot over text? I’m done for!”
“Done!”
“What do you mean done?!”
“Then come confess and atone for those thoughts of yours, baby.”
“I’m gonna kill you.”
Earlier in the week Austin had asked for your number and you tired not to reply out of embarrassment of the kiss you two shared. Now you were going to regret it.
“Hey, uh I got you’re text about wanting to meet up for script reading?” Olivia smiled as she waved at you.
“Yep! With Mister Adonis over there! Have fun!” You pale as you can see the makeup artists working on Austin once again. You squirm and wring your hands in anxiousness. He smiles as you get closer. He takes your hand as all the others leave.
“Hey, darlin’. Heard you were gonna help me with some lines. Olivia’s probably fed up with hearin’ me all day.” He chuckles and places the script page in your hand. Your hands began to shake as he stood.
“Why do you need to practice?” He shrugged as he tapped the seat next to him, praying you wouldn’t see through his charade. You crossed your legs as you twirled the stray hair that fell across your forehead.
“I wanna make sure everythin’ is perfect for the Presley’s, ya know?” You nod as you take the pages in your hands. The sweaty feeling of them spiraling you into nauseousness. He nods at you to begin reading. You find the pencil mark next to the sentence he wanted you to start at. You clear your throat and take a deep breath.
“-And then they were going on and on about that photo of you and Natalie wood riding around on that bike in Memphis, and…” you take a quick gasp as Austin’s eyes never leave yours,” And then what I said…And I said this really calmly, I said, ‘listen, okay. He’s just really lonely. And quite frankly, so am I.’And then they didn’t really know what to say after that, so I went upstairs and I went to bed.” You shrugged as Austin leans on his hand, gazing at you incredulously.
“ I have never met anyone like you.” He speaks softly as he begins to inch closer to you.
“Well I’d hope not.” You giggle through your trembling lips as he smiles,” Soooo, what’s Natalie Wood like?” You swing your feet back and forth as Austin rubs his chin. An adoration shining through his boyish smile.
“She’s nice, you know. She’s been writin’ me about actin’. I’ve been askin’ her stories about…Workin’ with James Dean and…God, I just hope to one day be as good as him, you know?” He rubbed the back of his neck as he walked past you a little ways. You get up from your seat, reading the next line.
“You know, I think if you dream it, you can do it.” He stared down at you, his eyes slipping from yours to your lips as you spoke.
“You do?” His voice barely above a whisper as his hand lilted warmth against the small of your back.
“Yeah.” Your voice was even quieter as he finally closed the gap between you both. His lips were gentle but his grip on you was harsh as if you’d fly away if he let go. You could barely believe it yourself. You’ve kissed Austin Butler twice now and you were supposed to be causal coworkers? He finally pulled away and his fingers traced circles into your jaw as your cheeks burned. You take a deep breath and step back for a minute.
“I think I’ve got that scene down pat now, baby. Thank you. Hey, I also wanted to-“ Mia interrupts your movie moment and tugs on Austin for a second.
“I needed you on like yesterday, Aus!” He nodded and popped his collar. Not before fibinf you a quick kiss on your hand.
“You’re giving me a run for my money as Priscilla, Y/N!”
“WERE YOU WATCHING AGAIN?!”
“That’s hat friends are for. Vouyerism.”
“I need a drink.”
“I know a great plaaaace!”
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“He’s actually coming over?! I’m not even ready!” You rush to your bathroom as Olivia’s laugh echoed through your apartment.
“ I’ll pick your outfit out ‘cause I love you!” You roll your eyes as you start the hot water, now alone with your thoughts. What if he was just like other actors and was just playing around. What if he was actually serious and wanted to be with you? Could you handle either outcome. You end your shower and begin to do your hair. The thoughts swarming through your head like a buzzing colony of bees.
“What did you pick, Liv?” She chuckles from the other side. You take the clothes from her hands as you finish playing with your h/c locks. You pick up the red cardigan slowly. You sigh out a breath of relief and get dressed.
“It’s appropriate!” She sang from beyond the bathroom door. You smiled to yourself as you opened the door. She rushes in to grab your makeup brush before you.
“And I’ll help with the finishing touches!” You smile and sit on the edge of your bath tub while she helps you.
“So, what am I gonna say when he gets here? Like, I’m sorry about that Olivia is trying to ruin my life before it even starts. I’m Y/N.” You lean back almost slipping while Olivia rolls her eyes.
“Well, he already knows your name soooo,” it was your turn to roll your eyes,”Austin’s always talking about you during shooting now. C’mon you just have to believe me a little bit.” You nod as she finishes your makeup, blushing your cheeks.
“I know I’m sorry, Liv. I’m just terrified. I haven’t been in a relationship since college and that was horrific.” She winces at the mention of the guy.
“Ugh, he who shall not be named was so stupid. You were honestly doing charity work, Y/N. What grown man would splash you with water at a party because he wanted to make sure you were pretty under the makeup? Ugh, still mad he bled out on my first punch.” She huffs, crossing her arms. You chuckle and give her a hug.
“Well, that’s because he clearly wasn’t a gentleman.” A gruff voice broke you from your laughing. Austin’s cheeks were flushed red as he leaned against the door frame. Olivia straightened up and smiled.
“Sorry, I also texted him your door code! Have fun, kids!” She all but ran out of your apartment as Austin’s eyes never stop taking in your body. He finally looks at your face and blushes again.
“Im pretty sure, I’m older than her? You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N.” He takes your hand in his, the cold metal on his fingers sending a chill through you as he laid a kiss on your hand.
“Thank you, Aus. You look absolutely stunning.” You laugh breathlessly as he leads you to sit dine on your couch.
“Olivia told me she ordered some take out for us.” He said as scrolled through his phone. The blue light illuminating his face. You nodded.
“Y-Yeah. She said earlier she wanted this to be a, uh, perfect first date.” Austin hums and wraps an arm around your shoulder, cuddling closer to you. His warmth was intense as you leaned on his shoulder.
“I wanted to let you know, Y/N. I have all the intentions of a gentleman and taking this relationship as slow as possible”, his hand made its way to your waist, pulling you over his lap,” but lord, I have got to kiss you or I may die right here right now.” You nod as you stare down at the man you used to wish you’d be in this position with. He grips your waist with one hand, the other slipping past your cheek into your hair. You take the first step and crash your lips against his. The desire floods through you as he threads his fingers through your hair.
“Aus-“ He doesn’t let you pull away for long as he sits up and grasps you closer, moaning into your mouth. You grind yourself against him at the sound of it. He whimpers, pulling away.
“Fuck, Y/N. Baby, I-“ he doesn’t even get his sentence out before he begins to kiss the side of your neck. A broken moan elicited from your throat, makes him bite down on your skin. His brain in overdrive as he groaned seeing the marks begin to form on your skin.
“Aus, more.” You gasp as he nods against your neck trying to calm himself down. His eyes were dark as he pulled away.
“We gotta take this slow, Darlin’. I-I gotta take you out to a nice-“ You’re about to whine when the doorbell interrupts the two of you. You get a text from Liv saying ‘Delivery’. Austin smiles, laughing underneath you. You sit back on the couch.
“Well, go get it, Mister Take Things Slow.” You tease as he gets up. He raises his hands in surrender before mercilessly tickling your sides. You yell at him to stop and try kicking him back. You swear you wanted to stop time just to keep this moment. The doorbell rings twice as Austin stands, clearing his throat.
“Thanks! Have a great night.” He smiles as he brings the boxes towards you. He sets them down on the coffee table in front of you both.
“I think she may have ordered from our favorite Mac and cheese place. I’m sorry it’s not fancy, Austin.” He waves a hand at you and begins opening the boxes.
“I like this cozy date. I think it’s more down to earth than most I’ve been on.” You smile as he begins to plate some food.
“That’s sweet of you to say. Wanna watch a movie?” He nods while get the cheese off his fingers.
“I’ve got the perfect movie.” You laugh as he hovers over your collection of Elvis movies on your TV. He finally picks ‘It Happened At The World’s Fair’. Your face lights up as he turns to look at you with a smirk on his face.
“That’s my favorite Elvis movie! How’d you know?” You cuddle back into his side placing a blanket over the two of you as he set the plate down on your lap. He sighs, embarrassed almost.
“Remember when I said I saw you on Olivia’s Instagram? I kinda, sorta, maybe looked at yours and saw you watching this on your story a couple times.” He rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks reddened.
“That’s adorable, Aus!” You kiss his cheek softly as he takes a bite of his food.
“I’m glad you think so.”
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Call Out My Name (Austin Butler)
Summary: Needy Austin has missed you while filming Elvis and only you know the way to make him feel better. And maybe because your manager is the best wing person ever.
Note: Hi y’all! I’ve got midterms rn so writing was a bit slower this week! Hope y’all enjoy this quick blurb! And I’m kinda struggling on ideas for part 3 of SDB :/ but I’ll let y’all have your fill of Austin ;) SMUT AHEAD!
“So how’s the filming going?”
“It would be going better if my gorgeous girlfriend would be here with me,” he chuckled into the phone softly. Your heart fluttered and you smiled to yourself,” C’mon, modelin’ all day in that gorgeous Prada…or Gucci....has got me missin’ you a whole lot, baby.” His southern drawl from playing Elvis still thick. You smiled as you continued your walk. You and Austin had been dating for a couple months now as you met at a party your friend had planned.
She brought a bunch of A listers and that’s where you saw Austin for the first time. He had his long hair yet and you curled your fingers in it immediately. He chuckled as you had sat next to him in the dimly lit penthouse.
“Oh wow, you’re Y/N! I just saw your cover piece on Vogue the other day! You looked amazing. I really love the whole vintage vibe you’ve got going on.” He smiled as you puckered your lips and placed a hand on under your chin.
“You flatter me, Mr. Butler,” he shook his head as he stared down at his drink,” now what’s a nice man like you doin’ sitting her all alone.” His eyes twinkled in the soft lighting as he blew out a smoke cloud.
“Um, I just auditioned for a movie a couple days ago and I haven’t heard nothin’ so I’m gettin’ a little nervous.” His hands moved with his slow pace of speech and you found yourself suddenly anchored to the cheap bar stool you found yourself sat upon.
“Hey, I bet you did great! I still get nervous getting gigs just for shooting commercials. I can’t imagine actual movies, ya know? What did you audition for?” You placed a hand on his arm, the heat between your two bodies seemingly stopped time around you as the party’s ramped up noise silenced all at once.
“Uh, Elvis. I auditioned to play him. Which, in hindsight, probably ain’t gonna be me but that’s alright.” Your eyes widened and you put a hand to your lips.
“I’m such a huge fan of Elvis! You know that Vogue cover you were talking about? Most of that was inspired by the whole Presley family! You’re kidding! That’s amazing! Honestly with the black hair I think you’d be a dead ringer, Austin.” Your skin began to heat up as he stared at you in bewilderment. You had just fangirled over Elvis Presley in front of *maybe* Elvis Presley reincarnated. You hid your face in your hands as his laugh was drowned out by the pulsing music in the room. He took one of your hands and laid a soft kiss to your knuckles.
“I don’t think I’m that nervous anymore, Y/N. I hope I do you proud.”
“Hey, you’ll survive a little time without me.” You giggled into the phone as you pulled an ID card out of your new purse. The security guard in front of you smiled, giving you a nod. You move the phone to your other ear as Austin continued to whine as you giggled.
“God, Y/N. Your manager sent me a picture of you in that outfit today and god I think they know what you do to me, gorgeous.” Once again you snicker as you place the ID card around your neck. You fiddle with it as you turn the doorknob slowly. The door reading Elvis Presley. He has your f/c scarf around his hand as he talks to you. His back facing you as you close the door.
“How about you stop playing with my scarf you stole and you play with me, Mister Butler?” His whole body tensed at your sultry voice. The dressing room phone was all but thrown out of his way as he strode toward you. His hand threading though your hair and pulling your head back. His teeth scrape against your throat as your hands drag down his chest. His desperation evident by his panting moans. Those lace shirts from him filming Elvis were really doing a number on you. And you think they’ve been doing a number on him as his nipples perk up at the small act of attention. He clears his throat as he breathily chuckles.
“You look fucking perfect.” His voice came out shaky as if he was trying to stop himself from ravishing you right then and there. He takes the faux fur coat that decorated your shoulders so he could take a quick minute to control himself.
“Mm, and I bet I look more perfect being fucked.” You whispered as he stared down at you, eyes darkening by the minute. Your hands intertwine at the nape of his neck and play with the back of his hair. The black strands of hair falling in front of his face as you winked.
“Dirty words, princess.”
“Only for you, baby.” A intercom call breaks the tension between you. Austin reluctantly lets go of you and you are fully aware of how heated your skin is. How wet you are. How fucking hot that jet black hair is as it drapes just perfectly against his forehead.
“Austin Butler to set. Beale Street Chase Scene,” you sit on the table right next to him as he stands in front of you,”Y/N L/N may come too.“ he smiled as you began to sit back in your dress showing that you had no panties. His voice caught in his throat as he tried to ignore the director’s many texts.
“Baby,” he whispered,” Yes, I got your message for rehearsal, Baz. I-“ Austin cleared his throat as you began to push the straps down on your top. He stopped the voice message. He was mesmerized and wasn’t even paying attention to Baz anymore. The texts however continued brutally as you got down on your knees. Austin bit his lip as you palmed his growing bulge in his pants.
“Touch me, Aus.” You whisper as he puts a finger to his lips. He slips the top of your dress across up your shoulders and you pout. He takes one of his many jackets and places it on your shoulder.
“I-I gotta go, darlin’. I-I’ll make it up to you I promise.” You nod as he helps you off the floor. You walk to the mirror and smile. You fix the little bit of makeup that moved around your face and took Austin’s hand.
“Y/N! There’s my girl!!” You feel arms wrap around you as you squeal. The older woman fixed your hair as you flush. She looked as beautiful as ever and you still couldn’t believe she called herself your friend!
“Mrs. Presley! Oh my lord!” You put a hand to your chest as she giggled. You give her a big hug as she continues to laugh at you.
“I was wondering where our Elvis was! When did you manage to get back?” She put her hands on her hips as you flushed. Lisa Marie makes her way to stand next you as you hug her just as lovingly as Priscilla.
“Well, Alix managed to help me get a flight from London to Australia real quick. They are my favorite right now. Though it was a VERY quick last minute decision…thank the lord my designers like Austin. Otherwise I think I’d be here in only a jacket.” You smiled as Priscilla gave you a knowing look. Lisa scoffed at her mother’s teasing gaze.
“Well, you look gorgeous. I can see why he was late, Y/N.” Your skin felt ablaze as you heard Baz call for filming the scene. You and the girls found a place to sit to watch Austin’s performance. Austin looked amazing. The cadillac roared to life as the camera man got sat in next to him in the passenger seat. Austin smoothed his hair back and his jaw went slack. His eyes darkened as Elvis became the forefront of his whole façade. A chill ran down your spine as the tires squealed, the anger that rested heavily in his eyes sending a blaze through your skin. You didn’t think this would be as hot as it is but boy were you wrong.
“Hey, ladies,” a soft whisper brings your dream state to a pause as you turn,”Y/N? When did you get back? You look great!” Tom wraps an arm around you and hugs you into his side. You lean onto his shoulder and Baz yells for a cut. The extras being flooded onto the next scene.
“I just got back today! I wanted to surprise Aus. Though I think I may have surprised more than just him.” You smile as Priscilla chuckles beside you. You look back up and see that Baz is showing Austin how the scene was looking and by the look of Austin’s face he was ecstatic on how it went. His boyish smile curled against his lips as Baz patted him on the back.
“Take five! I gotta figure out the placement for everyone real quick! Thank you!” Austin all but ran to you as Baz organized the extras on the streets. His warm fingers fell deftly against your cheek and he kissed you softly.
“How’s my best girl,” Priscilla poked him in the side and he laughed. His hands went straight up into the air,” I was talking to you, Priscilla.” His voice dripping into the southern drawl you were addicted to. The two Presley’s laughed as Austin scratched the back of his neck bashfully.
“I’m just messing with you, Austin. I’m going to go and grab us some waters quick, Y/N.” You’re about to protest when Austin shushes you.
“Do you know how hard it is to focus when I know you're here in this beautiful thing? Lord, you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” You smile as you trail your fingers down his chest as he hums. You could feel his heart wanting to beat right out of his chest as adrenaline pumped through him.
“Want me to make it harder for you?” You place a small kiss on his neck. Careful not to leave a mark from your lip-gloss. His lip is caught between his teeth as he imagines every damn possibility of having you on this set.
“We’re ready for you, Elvis!” You smile as he groans in defeat.
“Oh, Mr. Presley. I think someone needs you! I’ll need you more later, Elvis.” You push his shoulder lightly as he grasps at his chest feigning an illness. You roll your eyes as he kisses your cheek.
“This isn’t over, L/N.” He whispers into the shell of your ear and turns around. His posture straightening up but the tenseness still visible in his shoulders. Priscilla’s hand rests on your shoulder and your heart skips a beat.
“Nice play, Y/N.” She winks and you melt into your chair in embarrassment.
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“Aus, wait- ah!”
“I thought I was Elvis to you, little girl.”
“You seriously want to play this right now, Aus-uhn!”
“You look so pretty spread out like this. “
“Aus, please. I-I’m sorry. Just fuc-”
“Ah ah! No dirty words, darlin’.”
“Austin please. Ah- don’t stop.” You gripped his shoulders as he pounded mercilessly inside of you. His cock dragging deliciously along your walls. His lips busy sucking your hardened nipples into his mouth. If the sound of his cock thrusting sloppily into your wet pussy was any hint to what the two of you were doing, the groan as his lips popped off of your tits would.
“Call out my name, Y/N.”
“Austin! Please! More! Austin~!”
“Fuck, I’ve missed your pussy, baby doll.” Your eyes rolled back as he played that damn Elvis card again. Your nails drag down his chest as he pushes you against the wall, roughly. Nobody better walk past this damn closet. Austin’s hand trailed from your chest to your neck, fingers twisting around your throat as his thrusts plunge his cock deeper within you. You arch your back in the small space making Austin let out a stuttering moan.
“Austin, p-please! I’m gonna cum! Plea-“ His lips are soft against yours compared to the thrusts rubbing you against the door. You begin to tear up as white dots fill your vision.
“Let me see you cum, pretty girl,” his unrelenting pace pushes you to the delicious edge you crave,” that’s my girl. Fuck, you’re so tight. Shit, baby.” His eyes never leave yours as you squeeze around him. His pace stuttered as you drag your nails along his chest and nipples. His climax nears as he shouts. The searing release flooding inside you.
“Aus, you’re so big.” He chokes on his groan and stops pulling out of you. You giggle as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts.
“Baby, I might not stop if you say shit like that again…Y/N..” Your sultry moment however is interrupted by the intercom like earlier.
“Mr. Butler to set. Mr. Butler to set. Miss L/N to his trailer please so he can actually focus this time?” Baz’s belly laugh echoed and you push Austin away. Your skin flushed from the embarrassment and the ecstasy of your orgasm. With your dress finally on you give him a quick kiss. He helps you situate the whole thing and he kisses your neck softly.
“Mm, if I had more time I would’ve taken my time to taste you, baby.” His lips were still glossy from your earlier endeavors but the intercom speaker squeaked and you opened the door to the closet and winked.
“See you later, Mr. Presley!”
“You’re gonna be the death of me, doll!”
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Sugar Daddy Blues, 3
Summary: You’ve been told to stay away from strangers before but…this one sounded like a dream come true. Sending you money for school, clothes, and pictures. You were living on cloud nine and somehow Elvis Presley was gonna take you all the way there.
Warnings: Daddy Kink, Older!Elvis, Younger!Reader (by 10 years), Innocence Kink, P in V (wrap it up y’all!).
Note: Thanks y’all for all the love on SDB! If you guys have any ideason how to further this series pls let me know! I was also writing a separate story and hope that I didn’t put the name in this lol. My DMs and requests are open! My finals for college start sometime this week! Love y’all!
“Soooo, what happened when you left me at the entrance, Y/N?” Your skin flushed and you all but spit your drink out at the bar.
“Emily! I didn’t do nothin’! Jerry just asked me if I saw a girl's missin' purse! That’s it!” You fold your arms and a pout decorates your lips. She scoffs as she raised the tickets in her hands.
“Well, jokes on you! We’re going again tonight! They’ve got more songs to film!” Your heart skipped a beat as she placed the ticket in your palm. You hadn’t talked to Elvis since that night out of pure humiliation.
“Really?! Now, we’ve gotta go find some new clothes to wear!” You push your empty glass toward the bartender and he nods. How the hell were you gonna face the King of Rock N Roll?! You just sucked him off and went away! How was he gonna react to that? Why did you have to say it like that?
“Well, I’m a good friend and wanted your suga’ daddy to go absolutely wild! This is just the bee's knees, Y/N!” Your best friend draws a leather dress out of a shopping bag and squeals. Your jaw all but dropped as you took the coarse fabric into your shaky hands.
“I am not wearin’ this, Em! You have lost your goddamn mind! I’d much rather ask them to dress me!” Your cheeks burned at the thought of how Elvis would react to you trying to match his all-leather get-up. Your mind ran rampant as you thought of him bending you over and proving then and there that you were his and his only. You shook your head as Emily giggled.
“C’mon! At least let me help you model it for a few pics! My aunt designed this dress and she said she needed it for a model!” You sighed but heavily agreed. You begrudgingly walk into the bathroom and pull the leather trap on. You huff as it hugs at your curves and you smile at yourself in the mirror. You look good….no! No, you can’t wear it to his special. Lord knows what he’d do or that damn manager would do!
“A lot tighter than expected but I got it on.” Emily clapped as she brought out her Polaroid camera. You pose the best you can while people in the bar are staring at you. You’re aware of the eyes but they don’t put you off but spur you on to keep posing.
“These are perfect! Now you don’t have to wear it tonight we can change real quick and call for a taxi to get there in time!” Emily grabs your arm and pulls you back into the bathroom. As you both change she helps you with her makeup. You feel an unnerving guilt bubble in your chest as Emily pats down your eyeshadow.
“I almost slept with Elvis Presley.” You freeze as Em drops the eye shadow brush in her hand. She scrambles to push her makeup away. Her hands grasp yours harshly.
“ALMOST?! Why didn’t you?! The Elvis Presley wants you,” you wince as you see the cogs turning in her head,” HE’S THAT GUY! Your suga’ daddy is Elvis?!” You shush her and place your finger on her lips. Her vision is ablaze with excitement.
“Could you scream any louder? Damn, Em! You know I’ve never done nothin’ with no one! How am I supposed to do that with Elvis?!” She continues your makeup and shakes her head. Your head swam in thoughts of every position you could think of Elvis putting you in. God, your daddy would kill you for these thoughts.
“Did you ever think of talking it out with your man? He knows you're younger than him so why wouldn’t he think you're a virgin? Maybe he’s into that?” She shrugs as she finishes your makeup and you sigh. You should’ve talked to him about it but you couldn’t get past your own pity. You brushed your clammy hands across your skirt and let your shoulders sag as she finished her hair.
“M-Maybe if I get the chance tonight I’ll talk with him. Though I doubt he’s gonna wanna talk to me after what happened.” Em took your hand and she placed a comforting hand across your cheek.
“You are burnin’ up, chick! We really gotta get him to notice you! And I know just how!” Before you can ask why she’s grinning so devilishly she pulls you along once more. You soon find yourself face to face with Jerry once again and he beams softly down at you. You nod and Emily tells you to hold her seat. You locate your seat and realize you are directly next to the stage…again. Great.
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“Where were you,” it was more of an injunction than a question,”He just started so hopefully they don’t catch us on film…What-“ Your scolding is interrupted by a further entire set. He looks magnificent as he strides in a black satin shirt and red scarf.
“Wow, he looks hot, Y/N.” She nudged your side with her elbow as you can’t tear yourself away from his stature. The filming seems to go by fast with him changing multiple times. Lights behind him glow red in the dimly lit space in his name. Chills run down your spine as you acknowledge this wasn’t a Christmas song. He went against his manager again. Though instead of being worried for him…you wanted him to keep doing this kind of thing. It made him seem more…alive. More him. His voice was blaring and controlling in the resonant space. Extras and staff stared on in awe as his emotion grew and the room filled with a sense of perseverance. A gospel scene is next and you feel awful as you feel the searing desire fill your veins. And who are you kidding? A whorehouse? He knew what he was doing at that point!
The filming ends as soon as it starts and claps erupt in the studio as he stands in absolute disarray of emotions. His life was hanging in the balance of this but you could see how much he tended to the melody of this special. Individuals are being placed back by the stage as Elvis grins. He waves you over and your skin is alight with craving at the short action.
“Did ya like it, baby? I still feel like I’m shakin’.” He allowed you to wander aside from him to his dressing room. You peek around to make sure no one was tracking you both or just observing. Your eyes dart up to where Elvis was gaping earlier and make eye contact with Elvis’ manager. His eyes bore voids through you as Elvis clutches your hand.
“I-It was great, E. Um, are you still filming today or was this just a trick by Emily and your friend?” Elvis lowers your hand and chuckles.
“I do have a little filmin’ yet to do. Though mostly it was to trick you back into my life. I was worried you weren’t ever gonna talk to me, princess.” He began to unbutton his pants as you stood there frozen.
“I-I didn’t think you’d want me. I mean we met once! I just wanted to give you an out-“ His lips are fierce against yours as his hand sifted through your H/C hair. You sigh as he jerks his fingers scarcely. His desire spills into your mouth, your fingers grip the collar of his shirt severely.
“I want you so bad that it hurts, princess. I need you to want me just as badly. God, darlin’.” His gaze never leaves your lips as his statement dangles in the air. Your fingers shake as you help unbutton his shirt. What the hell were you doing? Your fingers curled around the red scarf wrapped around his throat.
“I want you, Elvis. Please, just- I’ll come to wherever your stayin’ after your filmin’ is done, alright?” Elvis’ face lights up and a brief kiss is laid upon your cheek.
“I’m gonna film this so quick, darlin’!”
“Don’t ruin your filmin’, Elvis!”
“C’mon!”
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“Soooo, bar time? Or suga’ daddy time, Y/N?” Emily fixes her pant leg as the two of you begin to walk out of the venue. Jerry is standing next to an expensive black car and waves at you fondly.
“Um, screw it! I’m gonna sleep with Elvis Presley.” You state confidently as Emily hoots and hollers.
“Well, you go have fun, chick! Call me and tell me everythin’!” You nod as you step into the car and thank Jerry. The ride is quiet but comfortable as you drive to Elvis. Jerry keeps small talk at a minimum as you feel your nerves rise within your body. Your skin feels hot as your body shakes.
“We’re here, Y/N.” Jerry helps you to the door of Elvis’ room and then excuses himself as he hears his friend’s footsteps beyond the door. Elvis is all smiles as he opens it. You follow him inside and he stops by a vanity in the corner. He takes a swig of whiskey and looks at you from the mirror.
“Look at you, princess. I think you should’ve come in this.” Your skin heated as he turned to you. He was wearing a robe once again but he had pajama pants on. Sadly. Stop it, Y/N. Polaroids fall out of his hands and scatter to the floor. You knew Emily was going to utilize those against you.
“My best friend told me her aunt needed a model. That’s all. How did you even get those?”
“Mm, I need one too. How about you model to me what you’ve got under that cute little piece you’ve got on.” He leans against the wall with a smirk as your eyes widened. You were going to kill Emily once this was over. How the hell did she even get those to Elvis?
“I-I’m not um. Wearin’ nothin' cute.”
“I think anythin' on your pretty body is cute, darlin’,” he walks towards you as you try to collect your thoughts. His large hands are warm as they gather at your waist. His skin burning through your clothes,” I want you so bad, lil' mama. Please, let me have you.” You nod as his body presses against you. Your conscience flying out the window.
“Fuck me, Elvis.”
“Who?”
“Please, daddy.”
“That’s my girl.” His hands are calloused and rough as they lay against your throat. Leading you to lie against the bed in his room. It’s adorned in silk sheets and velvety pillows. You smile up at him as your arms wrap around the nape of his neck.
“You bring these fancy things with you everywhere?” He laughs and places a chaste kiss on your lips. A playful smirk glistens on his face.
“Only when I know I’ve got a pretty lil’ thing in my sight. Now I need to have you, princess.” His lips are soft and wet as he ravages your neck. You grasp a tuft of his hair as you let out a loud cry. His teeth scrape at the sensitive spot on your neck, shivers of desire running down your spine.
“E-Elvis, I’ve never-“ he interrupts you as he slips your shirt off your body. You stutter as he bites his lip, taking you all in.
“I know, lil’ mama. I’ll be gentle. God, you look divine.” You nod and grab his shoulders holding him close.
“I-I got myself r-ready before seeing you, daddy.” Elvis’ eyes roll into the back of his head as a broken whine etches from his mouth. He lifts your skirt and rips your tights apart. His finger circled around your clit. Your thighs shake as his eyes blacken observing you plunge into lust within moments. His lips are urging against your throat, lapping at the newly made marks.
“God, with that mouth. I gotta have you right now, baby.” You nod as you writhe around the pillows. The sensation of his finger alone has you begging for him.
“Please, I need your cock, daddy. Please. I’ll be good.” His hand finds solace around your throat and he bites his lip. He finally strips down and runs his cock between your folds.
“You gotta be kiddin’! I really wanted to be nice, darlin’! Fuck-“ Elvis plunged inside of you and your breath hitched. Your heart races as you get used to being filled up all at once.
“Elvis-“
“Breathe baby. You’re doin’ so good. That’s my good girl.” His hands rest on your waist as he continues to push inside of you. Your nails take down his back and he hisses in pain. He pants as you squeeze him tighter. His cock throbs within you.
“I-I,” you take a deep breath as you try to get used to the feeling of being split open,” you’re too big, daddy.” Your legs shook against his waist as his hips bucked forward. His resolve was dissolving as your bare skin rubbed against his. Your innocence was fleeting as your stripped body drew him in.
“You’re gonna kill me, doll,” his lip tight between his teeth as he stares down at you,” Fuck, can I move, darlin’?” He huffs out a shaky soft moan as you try to adjust yourself to his size.
“Please, I wanna feel you.” A deep growl thunders deep in his chest as he desperately clutches at your waist.
“I gotta have you now, princess.” His eyes are dark and commanding as he thrusts forward harshly. Your back arches and he compels you back down onto the delicate sheets. Your skin is burning against his as he lays his body against yours. His hips are furious among yours as he pumps his cock in and out of you. Watching as your pussy swallows his whole cock, your name drips off his lips as he cries out.
“Fuck! Elvis, you feel so good,” you grasp at his back, your manicured nails raking down his back. Hissing, Elvis bites your shoulder as his pace picks up,” please, more, daddy-“ his voice is deep, layered in need as he howls into your collarbone. His intoxicating need is being smudged in purple across your chest. His eyes never leave your body as he commits every single curve and every dip. You were made to be his sugar baby. Made to be his everything.
“You are gorgeous, Y/N. You’re mine. My baby. My baby to spoil, right?” He accented his words with deep, harsh thrusts. You yelp as he flips the two of you over. Your body is on full display over the top of him now. His hands gripping your ass as you whine at the new angle of his cock. Your walls flutter around his cock as the desire in your core tightens.
“Yes, yours. All yours, daddy. Please, I wanna cum.” He nods as he slips his thumb to rub your clit. His eyes never leave your bouncing tits as you chase your neverending high on his dick. You roll your hips hungrily wanting to be marked as his as deep as possible. His thumb circled your desperate clit rapidly.
“Oh, baby. That’s it. My pretty little pussy. Such a good girl for daddy.” That’s it. Your body quivers with warmth and pleasure as you throw your head back. His hands wrap around your waist trying to keep you grounded. Your body convulsed as your orgasm seeps through you. A cry rips from your throat as he arranges his legs beneath you to pound into your dripping cunt. His legs shuddered underneath you as if he didn’t want this moment to end. His hand envelops your throat, you hold his arm as you try to anchor yourself. Another orgasm rips through you as quickly as it came. Your body shakes above his, grabbing you he brings you closer to his chest. Your bodies rubbing against each other.
“Please. Please. Cum inside me. I want it!” Continuous babbling falls from your lips as drool begins to pool on your skin. Elvis groans and his hips begin to stutter as his release begins. He’s grasping at your body like you’ll leave the minute he comes to. His teeth gnashing and gnawing on any expanse of your body that isn’t bruised and red. His hips continue to pump slowly in and out of you as his clarity slowly returns.
“That was not the way I planned our first time together, darlin’. God, you're still so wet. I’m sorry-“ you cut him off with a quick kiss on his nose.
“Well, you can show me for our second time together, Elvis.” You wink as you let his length slip out of you. He winces at the overstimulation and grabs a towel on the bedside table. He cleans you off softly, as he bites his lip. His seed poured out of you onto his sheets. You cover your face as he tickles you. Your giggles filling the space.
“Mm, I’m gonna stay your sugar daddy?”
“Have you found a reason not to spoil me?”
“I can’t say I have.”
“Then no! Thank you, Mister Presley.”
“Mm, Round 2?”
“I thought you’d never ask, Elvis.”
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Sugar Daddy Blues, 2
Elvis x Reader
Summary: You’ve been told to stay away from strangers before but…this one sounded like a dream come true. Sending you money for school, clothes, and pictures. You were living on cloud nine and somehow Elvis Presley was gonna take you all the way there.
Warnings: Smut, Oral (m!receiving), slow burn ;) and I mean slowwwww, and daddy kink! Short to tease y’all ;;))
Part 3
“Y-You’re my first kiss, Mister Presley.” You couldn’t take your eyes away from his lips as he chuckled.
“Wow, my darlin’ waited just for me? You are just precious,” his hand was decorated with many rings that made you hiss at the cool feeling,” Oo, baby. I’m gonna need ya do make that noise again.” His smiled hypnotizing you as he played with the jewelry that adorned your skin.
“Thank you so much for all the pretty gifts, Mister Presley.” Your skin felt afire as his eyes never left your body.
“Call me Elvis, baby.” His lips are the only thing you can focus on as you finally remember you left your best friend hanging outside the venue.
“Oh my gosh! I-I have to go mis- Elvis! I left my friend back there!” You pick up your bag and try to leave. Elvis stops you in your tracks and places his hand on your back.
“Darlin’ don’t worry. I had Jerry take care of all of that. I wanted to see my baby so bad. God, you look divine in that number, baby.” He sat in the velvet chair in front of you where your purse was just sat. His hands rest on your calves as he looked up at you.
“I-I haven’t ever really done this before, Elvis. Are you sure this is what you want? That I’m what you want.” His soft chickle sends butterflies around in your stomach. He pats his lap and you straddle him without any second thought.
“Mm, I’ll teach you, baby. I want you so bad. I wouldn’t have been callin’ ya every damn night if I didn’t. I really didn’t mean to call you the first time but wow your voice was like a song, Y/N.” He nuzzled his head into the crevice of your neck. His breath quickened as you adjusted your seating on him. His fingers grasped at your thighs roughly as you squealed out a moan.
“E-Elvis, I-I’m sorry I’m gettin’ a little hot.” His tongue is searing hot as it traces the light bite he quickly gave you.
“Baby, you’re alright. Let me just hold ya a bit. You are just the prettiest darlin’ I’ve ever seen.” His long calloused fingers twirled themselves in your H/C strands of hair. Your head tilted and you tried to nuzzle into his hand.
“Elvis, I um, I-I really like ya. You don’t wanna mess up ya career for a college girl like me.” He let out a sigh as you squirmed around in his grasp.
“I wanted ya when ya accidentally called me the first time, precious. Then I wanted ya the minute I saw ya wearing this pretty number I bought ya. And the jewelry I bought ya too?” He leans back in the velvet chair and groans. You laugh at him, finally carefree.
“You really are as charismatic as they say, Presley. I can see why I was so infatuated with you over the phone.”
“Mm, I can make you even more ‘infatuated’ with you right here on my lap, darlin.” His hands ghosted over your ass as you bent down to meet his dark gaze.
“You are so fuckin’ hot.” The filter you once had was thrown out the window as you traced over his plump lips with your finger. Your eyes only looking at them, hungrily.
“Oh, darlin’. Watch your mouth.”
“Yes, daddy.” His breath caught in his throat as he grasped your waist as tight as he could.
“Darlin’, you better stop right now. You don’t know-“ you cut him off with a chaste kiss to his lips as he lets out a deep breath.
“What you’ll do to me, daddy?” A deep guttural growl reverberates through his chest. His hand finds solace in your hair as he pulls you forward.
“You were warned, little one.” His lips were soft het commanding against your mouth, his addictive charisma invading your senses. Heat rose from your stomach to your chest as he pulled you closer. You laid your hands on his chest and pushed the satin robe off his shoulders. His eyes met yours as he pulled away for a second to see how you were reacting to his advances.
“Please, kiss me more.” You whispered softly against his lips. Your voice was airy and broken as he smirked. Your whole body tingled with the overwhelming desire to have his whole body. Not just his lips. The kiss was hungry and intense as you both pulled at each other and he pushed your dress up slightly. You finally noticed through the hazed of clashing teeth and alluring tongues that your fingers were working deftly on the tie of his robe. His skin was smooth and the heat that radiated from it, added to your neediness.
“Baby-“
“I want to, Elvis.” You slipped down his body and let the rest of his robe fall off his waist. His breath is shaky as you spit onto your hand and wrap it around his cock.
“F-Fuck, you look like you were meant to be on your knees for me, baby.” A whine leaves his lips as your hand pumps up and down his shaft, painstakingly slow. His hips buck into your hand as you smile softly.
“Can I taste you, daddy?” His whimper didn’t go unnoticed as he cleared his throat. He nodded quickly and ran his fingers through your hair.
“Lord, forgive me. Please, babydoll.” You look up at him and see his tanned skin glistened with sweat. The way his chest rose and settled as he planted at your teasing ministrations. Your lips glistened with spit as you lowered your head to his pelvis. You start with a teasing lick from the base to the tip as he takes in a wincing breath. You smile as you meet his eyes.
“I-I hope it feels good, Mister Presley. I’ve never done this before.” He could’ve cum right there at your soft voice as you continued to pump his cock slowly.
“Baby, please let me feel your mouth already.” Elvis begged, and not one to deny your daddy you finally give him relief. You take your time sliding his cock between your soft lips and hollow your cheeks. You glance up through your eyelashes as he groans at the feeling of your warmth. His hips buck slightly in anticipation of your mouth moving and you moan around his length.
“Shit, can I,” you nod the best you can for whatever he’s asking and his pace picks up heavenly,” holy lord, your throat is-fuck.” He swallowed the dryness in his throat as he tugged his lower lip between his teeth. The sounds of your gagging against his cock and the saliva running down his shaft was quickening his heart beat. He needed to be inside you. His hands find grip in your h/c strands of hair. This was wrong he barely knew you. Though the way your mouth felt on him made him want to keep you forever.
“I wanna fuck your throat, baby.”
“Let daddy take control.”
“You’re such a good girl.” You press your thighs together as he smirks. His cock twitches in your mouth as you whine and salivate all over his dick. A soft knock soinds on the door and the two of you ignore it as Elvis whimpers with his eyes shut tight.
“Cum in my mouth, daddy.” His eyes roll into the back of his head as your mouth returned to its rightful place on his dick. He pushes your head one last time as his cum heats the inside of your mouth. He taps your cheek as he pulls out of you.
“Let me see, darlin’,” you open your mouth with your tongue poking out,” That’s my good girl, huh? Now swallow for daddy.” You nod and swallow what he had blessed you with. He tips up your chin and you smile as your brain is still reeling that you are on your knees for this very man.
“Thank you, daddy.” You giggle and he sits back in his chair about to place you on his lap when-
“Elvis, we need to talk about your singing of the ‘Here Comes Santa Claus.’ None of that today was Christmas!” You assumed it was his manager at Elvis’ eye roll. He wraps the robe around him and puts a finger to his lips.
“I’ll be right back, darlin’.” His lips are even softer than before as he pulls back. His eyes searching for any sign of regret. Your hands rest at the nape of his neck as the two smile against each others lips. The kiss searing the desire that laid deep down inside you as you pulled him closer to you. His tongue swiping the bottom of your lip begging for entrance. Another pounding noise came and you pushed Elvis a little.
“Better find out what Christmas song you’re gonna sing tomorrow, Mister Presley.”
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Pretty When I Cry
Austin Butler x singer!Reader
Summary: You are a singer who landed an interview alongside actor Austin Butler on Jimmy Fallon. You show of your new song and Austin lets out a statement that leaves you shocked kinda into him.
Warnings: Just teasin’ and fluff!
Note: Thanks y’all for so much love on my writing! I can’t believe I get to write all this and y’all enjoy it thank you! I’m uploading this while I write a rough draft of chapter 4 of MDID! Enjoy!
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“You are kidding me, Kashyra! You got me an interview with him?! I can’t do this!” You turned to your publicist who was still grinning ear to ear. She still had her hands out shaking them enthusiastically. The most ridiculous jazz hands as she holds your hair extensions.
“What? I thought you’d be excited! Surprise,” you wanted to melt into the makeup chair you were in,” I knew you wouldn’t do the interview if you knew about the Austin Butler part.” She rubbed your shoulders as she continued to look at you through the mirror. She helped the stylists brush your h/c strands of hair.
“Shy, you know how much this song means to me. If I have to explain in front of Jimmy Fallon AND the guy I wrote it about? I’m gonna die!” You slouch into the chair and let out a deep sigh. You wrote this song in a moment of weakness. Some of your film producing friends had somehow gotten you invited to Cannes and that’s where you saw him for the first time. Honestly you didn’t know if you should’ve been looking at him or how gorgeous Priscilla Presley looked. Though when you got there all you could remember was:
“Oh my god I’m sorry. I-I wasn’t watching where I was walking!” You tried not to ruin your makeup that your team spent hours on when you looked up.
“It’s alright, darlin’. Are you okay? Was my movie that bad?” You could’ve died right then and there. You shook your head wildly.
“Oh my god no! I just got a message from a friend of mine. My boyfriend…hmm he thought a Jenner was a better pick than me. ” You panicked and your heart raced as you could see the flashing lights aimed at the both of you. His hand moved a piece of hair out of your face softly, which blocked your face from the line of photographers coming towards both of you.
“Don’t be. Come on I’ll help you clean up. I’ll tell the press you were moved by the movie,okay? Though you are so pretty when you cry.” Your heart skipped a beat and you paused. Who was this guy and why was he so….so mesmerizing?
“Thank you so much. You don’t have to do this for me, Austin.”
“Hey, I want to. Where’s that beautiful smile I saw earlier during that standing ovation? That’s my girl.”
You couldn’t get that out of your head for weeks after Cannes ended and now you were seeing advertisements and commercials all about him. And god if your crush on Elvis was anything….Austin Butler playing Elvis? Yeah, it didn’t help your case. So soon enough you found yourself writing a song, “Pretty When You Cry” which by god, you shouldn’t have let your fans name but sometimes they had good ideas...
“So you’ll be on in a couple minutes after he starts talking about ELVIS with Pretty When You Cry,” you placed your head in your palms and groaned,” I ain’t the one who named it, y/n! Then you’ll perform it and he’ll fall in love with you!” You rolled your eyes. You felt your hands getting clammy as you fixed your dress, being lead by the stage crew. Time to cringe and find it all over the internet tomorrow.
“Now that we’ve found out all about Elvis the movie, please welcome our other musical guest, y/n l/n! You look amazing!“ Jimmy comes around his desk to give you a big hug and you laugh. You almost swoon as Austin does the same. His cologne really as pertinent as the night you met.
“It’s so nice to be here and with the king of rock and roll I might add,” the crowd cheers as you point at Austin who puts a hand on his chest,” I saw the movie at Cannes and wow you did an amazing job bringing Elvis to the big screen!” He laughs as Jimmy agrees.
“Thank you for showin’ up! The 12 minute standing ovation really got me thinkin’ I did a good job with him.” He pointed to the ceiling and you smiled. He was so humble it was endearing.
“Anyone would’ve thought bein’ able to move your hips like that for almost three hours is impressive. And attractive I might add.” The sudden boost of confidence did nothing for your screaming brain however. What were you saying? His skin becomes flushed pink as he clears his throat.
“Wow you really think so? Sometimes I was shakin’ so bad I thought it’d look somethin’ awful!” He chuckled and Jimmy gasped.
“No way! Those outfits really helped pull all those moves together too! You looked great!” He praised Austin who flushed once again and rubbed his bottom lip shakily.
“Well enough about me darlin’. What about that amazing new song she released guys?” His voice dipping into a little bit of Elvis’ southern twang. He placed a hand on your shoulder as he gazed at you. You couldn’t describe the look in his cobalt eyes. The crowd erupted in cheers once again and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You begin to walk up to the side of the stage where your band sits.
“If you guys haven’t heard it! Here’s y/n’s new single “Pretty When You Cry”!!!” Jimmy applauds. The lights turn dim as you start. You feel nervous as the lights turn to reddish hue. You grab the mic and run your hand along the stand. Your heart beating a mile a minute while Austin leans forward and doesn’t let his eyes leave yours.
“All the pretty stars shine for you, my love. Am I that girl that you dream of?”
You close your eyes trying to imagine how it felt when Austin left you that night. The raw magnetism he had. The way that his charisma oozed pure confidence and spelled Elvis. The way his hand felt against your skin. That made you forget about your ex boyfriend. You could still feel the soft touch of his finger tips.
“All those special times you said that I’m your girl. You make me feel like your whole world.”
When he called you ‘his girl’ it was as if time stopped. You just found your ex publicly cheating on you and it was like it didn’t even matter. As Austin stared at you in a sea of cameras like you were everything that mattered. You opened your eyes and looked to the side as Austin leaned back on the couch. His whole aura was confidence as he bit his lip. You take the mic off the stand and walk a little closer to the camera. A single tear falling from your eye as you smirk.
“All those special times I spent with you, my love. They don’t mean shit next to all your drugs.”
Your ex ruined you. He ruined your image and ruined your self confidence all in one headline. His drugs and alcohol were always a problem because they came first. You were pissed of course but all that was mute to him. That model could deal with it all now.
“Because I’m pretty when I cry, pretty when I cry.”
Why? Because now you know you’re pretty when you cry. The song ends as you take the microphone off the stand singing the last few lines and swaying along. You send a wink to the camera at the last part. Not missing how Jimmy and Austin start fanning each other. You stride back to the couch and now simply as you sit. Austin places a hand on your back and you tense.
“So, y/n. You know everyone’s been dying to know since you released your single, what’s it about to you?” Jimmy looked like he was waiting on baited breath as you shakily chuckled. Austin places his arm behind you on the edge of the couch.
“Well my friends had invited me to this really prestigious event, right? And at that event I received the worst news of my life and this guy came to my side to comfort me,” you couldn’t slow yourself down until you realized the smiling actor beside you,” and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and this was the only way to get him out of my head.”
“Wow! Talk about love at first sight! Did you ever talk to him about the song? Or does he even know that it’s about him?” Jimmy gasped and rested his chin on his hand looking at you in awe. You gulped and looked at Austin.
“I think he knows now,” the crowd gasps and ooo’s as you realize you just set yourself up,” Oh my god, it’s not Austin!” Jimmy laughs as Austin puts his hand against his forehead.
“I’m wounded, y/n. I wouldn’t mind.” He winks at you as Jimmy sets up the commercial break. You get up as fast as you can to help your band take down. How the hell did you just ruin your life in ONE interview?!
“Hey, you handled that quite well. It just looked like playful banter! The song was amazing!“ Shy stops you as she helps you step onto the stage. You ask her to help with the zipper on your dress getting stuck on the mic pack.
“I hope it did. I hope I don’t mess up the words either! God, he’s gonna think I’m a love sick loser. The song isn’t even that good. Shy?” You feel large calloused hands on your back as your zipper lifts. You feel soft lips on the shell of your ear.
“I might be the love sick loser, darlin’.” You whip around and Austin’s warm hands find solace on your lower back.
“A-Austin I’m so so-“ he cuts you off with a soft kiss.
“I think you are so pretty even when you aren’t cryin’ , lil’ mama.”You feel yourself melt into his arms and he laughs. Walking over to Jimmy to continue his segment about becoming Elvis. And god those Elvis dance moves could make you cry. You try to focus on helping your band mates but:
“Well he did say I’m pretty when I cry…” You make your way back over and sit down watching him move. Lord, have mercy.
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Sugar Daddy Blues, 4
Summary: You’ve been told to stay away from strangers before but…this one sounded like a dream come true. Sending you money for school, clothes, and pictures. You were living on cloud nine and somehow Elvis Presley was gonna take you all the way there.
Notes: I’m so sorry for taking such a long break for writing! I was super busy and now I should have time to finish most of my works! Thank you for 200 followers!! I love y’all! Sorry if this update is too short!
Warnings: Smut! Sex in a church!!
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“Where you goin’ so early?” You groaned as you looked up from the bed. The sheets were cold on one side now as Elvis was fully dressed above you. You let the satin sheets fall from your bare frame.
“I’m goin’ to a sermon real quick. I got some things to do and I’ll be back before you know it.” He lays a soft kiss upon your forehead as you continue to pout. His laugh is infectious as you try to not crack a smile.
“You can’t take me with? I can be good!” You cross your arms and he chuckles menacingly. He crawls over the top of you and licks a stripe up your neck and began to leave agonizingly slow bites along the column of your throat.
“Mm, because I’ll want to do this the whole time I’m in church. I don’t need the Lord to see how good you are on your knees worshipping me.” You flush and hide your face under the covers.
“Elvis!”
“What,” he sighs longingly,” I can’t let the world know that I’m dating you, yet. I-I gotta figure out the best way-“ you cut him off with a chaste kiss.
“I like the secrecy. Makes it that much hotter, daddy.” You pull at the choker around his neck and he coughs for a second.
“Darlin’, I need you to tone it down. I-I’m gonna be late,” he gives you a quick kiss to the forehead and slides the blanket over your body once more. You wave as he begins to leave. God, how did you get this lucky?
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“So,” Emily starts,” you look debauched….thoroughly trashed.” She lifts your hair out of your face as she continues to curl it. You roll your eyes as you play with the skirt Elvis had picked out for you today.
“Hey, Em? Do you think I’m doing the right thing? Elvis,” Emily’s eyebrow cocked in question,”I mean, are we right? I mean I’ve never even been-“ Emily places her curling iron on the nightstand next to you. She slips her hands across your shoulder and shakes you lightly.
“He has how many girls throwin’ themselves at ‘im? And he buys you these cute clothes, necklaces with his name on ‘em, and even has asked you to move into Graceland! Wait,” she pauses her ramblings and fluffs the ends of your hair,” Did you ever give ‘im an answer?” You looked away from your best friend’s scalding gaze.
“I-I wanna b-but! I still live with my folks! How am I supposed to explain where I’m gonna live now! With THE Elvis?! The one they told me never to fall for? Lord, I’ve seen the papers, Em.” She sighs and takes your hands in hers. The bed bouncing as she situates her sitting position.
“Elvis chose you, Y/N. He’s older than you and by far has made a lot of mistakes. No one’s perfect, babes. And the stuff with his exes? Who cares! Their exes for a reason!” You sigh and fall back on the bed.
“Maybe you’re right. I-I’ll go see if Mr. Presley will take me to Elvis’ sermon.” She squeals and shakes her hips.
“Kinky.”
“EM!”
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“Amen. Thank you, Mister Presley for joining us today.” Elvis nods and shakes the father’s hand as the church filed out. He met with a few fans, taking pictures every so often.
“Hey there, EP. There’s a Miss L/N lookin’ for ya?” Elvis’ heart dropped and he began to walk to find you, little minx. He finds you talking to a few of the men in the church, his blood boiling as he sees you wearing the outfit he picked for you. His father began waving the men away.
“You won’t be findin’ no wife with her. She’s my future in law! Now back off, ya hear? You alright, missy?” You nod as you fan yourself. Not used to the attention from so many men that weren’t Elvis. You hear shoes click on the pavement as Vernon closes his car door. He excuses himself yo go convene with the pastor. A warm hand gripping the back of your neck rips you from your peaceful state.
“DIDN'T I tell you not to come here? And in what daddy chose this mornin’?”
“Sorry, daddy.”
“You’re about to be sorry. Get movin’, princess.” He takes your hand and pulls you up a flight of stairs. And once seated on a lone pew you look up and see the stain glass windows that decorate the walls. Your skin was hot as the realization set into your system.
“Wow its so pretty d-“ a hand is clamped to your lips as it sounds like more people are filling into the pews below. You hear men laughing and hollering. A buzz tickled through your body.
“They’re havin’ the men’s service. Pastor calls it absolving sins circle. And I’m gonna absolve my sin right up here where I always sit.” You gulp and he chuckles. His hands are hot against your skin as he runs his hands up your legs.
“E-Elvis, we can’t-“ a harsh smack to the inside of your thigh silences you. He pulls you towards him. Your back taut against his chest. Your heart rate speeding up.
“Ah ah! That’s not my name right now, lil’ mama.”
“D-Daddy. Please.” His hand is hot against your mouth as he continues to shush you. His cock is hard and demanding as he grinds you against his clothed erection. Your eyes roll back as you thank God that Elvis picked out such a thin and short skirt today.
“Now. We’ve had a recent discussion about confession and not a lot of y’all comin’ to it. Sinners will be forgiven. You must want to be forgiven.” The pastors booming voice spread through the almost silent church.
“You see, princess? You’ll be forgiven.” He smirks as his teeth grind into your soft flesh of your nape. You suck in a breath and his hand on your mouth gets tighter. Lifting off for a split second as you grab his wrist. You lead his hand down to your unclothed pussy. His resolve to tease was hangin on by a thread as you turned to remove him from his trousers. His cock sprang free, wet with precum. His breathing was labored as the pastor continued his talk about premarital sex now being a confessions sin. He looked at you as you dropped to your knees, his patience wavering. You spit onto your hand and begin to rub your palm around his tip. He takes a sharp breath biting his lip to stop the groan from passing through as you look up at him innocently.
“What’s wrong, daddy? You’ve gotta listen to your friend down there.” He rolled his eyes, his fist grabbing your hair as he pulled you forward. Your lips wrapped around his cock in a fever as the sounds of squelching amped up in your small space above the church goers. You began to take Elvis deeper in your throat when he takes his cock from your mouth. The pastor clears his throat from the murmur of people talking about the noise.
“Givin’ into the temptation of a woman and her skin flush with finest makeup is a sin my fellow men. But you may be forgiven in the eyes of our lord.” Elvis turns you around as you sit back on his lap. You run his cock between your folds the best you can as his grip tightens around you. You lean back as he lines up his member. You wrap your arms around his neck.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned.” He grabbed your hips, his cock within your walls in record time. He grabs your throat as you sob.
“You keep your pretty little mouth quiet, yeah? Daddy will buy you anythin’ you want, okay? That’s my girl.” You take your lip between his teeth as he pulls your waist down to meet his thrusts. Your head lolling back as he marked your exposed skin.
“D-Daddy, I want you to cum in me so bad.”
“Y-Yeah? Wanna show the whole congregation what I did to you while you walk out of here with my cum drippin’ down your thighs?” Elvis’ mind was getting fuzzy just thinking about it. His cock was hot inside you as he pulled down your blouse to reveal you had no bra either.
“Oops, you forgot to leave me out any underwear, Presley.” He growled softly into your chest as he rolled his tongue around one of your nipples. You clasp your hands to your mouth as he contoured your chest in more bruises. Just when the last ones were finally gone, you thought. You would never object to see more of those marks on him however.
“Holy shit. Please, faster.” You beg Elvis as you feel your end nearing. The fact of being in public and in a church pushing you to your orgasm faster than you’ve ever felt. Elvis’ hand wiggled down your body to start his circling of your clit. His other hand gripping you close to continue his harsh thrusts. His eyes hardly leaving where you both were connected.
“You gonna cum already, princess,” you nod profusely as his grip tightens,” me too, fuck. This is so hot.” You breathlessly nod along as you feel your body quiver. Your eyes scrunch shut as his hand speeds up on your clit. The addictive sensation of your orgasm washes over you as your body shakes. The feeling of Elvis’ climax isn’t too long after as he bites your shoulder to keep himself quiet. He desperately clothes you as the second sermon of the day begins to close. You are fucked out and he wraps you in his long coat.
“I-I really just came here to see you. I didn’t think this would-“ he cuts you off with a quick kiss. You smile as he takes your hand in his.
“It’s a better visit than I could’ve asked for, princess. Now, there’s gonna be paparazzi here any minute. I want you to go through the back and meet back up with my daddy, okay?” You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. He chuckles seeing you on your tippy toes.
“Hm, one day they’ll know.” He smiles down at you, his lips are warm and sweet. The kiss deepening as he pulls you in by the waist. His hand threaded through your hair. God, he needed to get that ring on that damn finger.
“Ahem. I’ll be taking her now, Elvis.” His dad stood there awkwardly as you blushed. You hugged Elvis one more time. His father links his arms into yours and smiles.
“Wedding ring soon enough, Y/N. Soon enough.” You rolled your eyes but looked down at your jewel adorned hand. It would be nice wouldn’t it?
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“I think it’s nice he’s lettin’ you move in slowly. That way you get a feel for it! I’ll be stayin’ with you for a bit. On his dime he said.” Emily giggled as she placed her bags next yours. You still couldn’t believe you said yes. However, you were lying to your parents saying you were living with Emily.
“The only thing is I can only go out the back way whenever Elvis is home. It makes me feel like I’m doin’ a walk a’ shame.” Emily wraps an arm around you and smiles softly.
“You are datin’ THE Elvis Presley! Girl, you won the lottery! We gotta stop with all this depressin’ shit!” She takes your hand and leads you down the stars. She stops abruptly. She tries pushing you up the stairs in a hurry.
“W-What are you doin’? Let’s go talk to Elvis-“ You get just enough of a look down the stairs to see her. His ex-wife, Priscilla. She was just as gorgeous as all the papers were saying. Your heart dropped as she let him hug their daughter and her.
“Y/N, don’t start . I told you this would happen-“ you waved her off.
“I’m fine. I just forgot was all. I-I forget he’s got a family of his own.” You turn around and begin to fight the tears that beckon to fall down your cheeks as you think of the fact that you’ll never have that. Elvis will never love you like he did Priscilla. You were his place holder, weren’t you?
“Priscilla, thank you. She had lots of fun this weekend with me and her pop pop! Uh, I’ll be back performin’ soon so I’ll let you know. Thanks, prince- Cilla.” Your heart could’ve just fallen out of your chest as he fumbled his words. He was definitely still in love. You shook your head and ran up the stairs. Locking the door to whatever room you ended up in.
“Y/N, he’s gonna ask why you’re in there. And actin’ all solemn!” You ignored your best friend as the nagging fears you had since your first encounter rushed through you.
“Why me? I wish I never made that stupid call. I wish that guy at the bar could’ve made up a worse phone number to call.” You cry, your head in your hands. The tears felt relieving in a small sense but you curled up against the door looking at the room. It was Elvis’. The room was decorated in flower petals. The walls adorned with TCB and Elvis’ achievements. Candles on the night stands. You were in awe. The door begins to open and there is the man of the hour himself.
“Hey, I heard from Em. It’s not that serious I promise. I love you so much.” He sits on the ground next to you and your curl into his side within seconds.
“I just feel like I’m too young and you’ve already had your family and-“
“Hey, darlin’. Please, I love you so much. I’m never gonna leave you.”
“I love you too.” You speak softly as the tears continue to pour.
“I’ve been talking with those people from the comeback special about them being my managers and we’ll be out of here in no time. We’ll travel the world darlin’. You and me.”
“I’d go anywhere with you, Elvis Presley. And that’s the part that sucks! ” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around you. His rapid heartbeat keeping you from falling victim to your insecurities. For now.
“You are my everythin’, Darlin’. Don’t think that way ever,” his hand tilts your chin up at him, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight streaming through a slit in the curtains. The candles dimming slowly,” You are my best girl, right?” He slips a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Yes I am.” You smile, a blush tinting your cheeks. He kisses you gently. His lips spilling a mantra of feelings against yours of love and desperation.His hand resting upon your face guiding you within the kiss as tears begin to dry against your cheeks.
“Don’t leave me, Y/N.” You nod into the kiss as he pulls you onto his lap. His fingers intertwining with yours. A cold metal slips onto your finger and you break away.
“W-Wha- Elvis?” He leaves a soft
“It’s just a promise right now, baby. Okay? But a promise it’ll happen soon.”
“Mm, but shopping spree tomorrow, daddy?”
“Anything for you, my baby.”
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My Devil In Disguise pt. 2 (Elvis)
Beale Street Surprises; Chapter 2
Pairing: Austin!Elvis x OC, Elvis x OC
Note: Hi guys! Thank you so much for the love on the first chapter! And thanks to those who gave me some tips too! Y’all are so sweet! Enjoy chapter 2!
Read Chapter One Here!
Read Chapter Three Here!
Warnings: inaccuracies about Elvis or Elvis Movie (I’m trying y’all),swearing, yelling, mentions of sex in later chapters, smut in later chapters, dark undertones possibly, Colonel Tom Parker.
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"Oh, do you think they'll remember me, Mister Presley? It's been years!" Elvis stood behind Annalise tying the big white bow in her red hair. He looked at her in the mirror and scoffed. Annalise pouted her rose colored lips. She pointed her mascara wand at him in warning.
"Darlin, You were Annalise Snow. They must've thought your daddy was gonna have your head. I think your friends would ‘member a girl like that." She sighed as Elvis placed her necklace around her neck. Except that wasn't the necklace she was wearing the night before. Her cross necklace is replaced with a soft pink heart locket. She gasped as the cold settled onto her skin.
"You’re kiddin’? Where did you get this? It's so pretty." She settled her hand on it, feeling the grooves between her fingers. Elvis played with the strands of her hair beneath her bow, grinning ear to ear.
"It's my mama's but I told her that I-I had someone special to put it on." He whispers the words upon the nape of her neck. His lips barely graced her skin.
"Wow. You didn't have to. I-I love it. Thank you so much. You’ve been too kind to me over all of this mess. I’m supposed to be helpin’ you get that new jacket." Her breathing seemed to quicken as his hands stayed massaging along her neck and shoulders. Elvis stood directly behind her to meet her eyes in the mirror.
"It looks amazin' on you, sweetheart," His southern drawl deepened. A chill ran down her spine," I got the jacket back but- you know wow. Lord, I thought you looked smokin' in that blue the night we met but wow this burgundy number looks divine!" Elvis chuckles as Annalise smooths her dress down as she stands. Her skin more than likely matching her lips now.
"You flatter me, Mister Presley. Thank you for helping me with my hair. You didn't have to. I know I’m a guest but-" She fixes the dark green jacket on his shoulders trying to avoid his gaze.
"It's Elvis, Doll! Yeah, you are my guest, little lady. I gotta make sure you’re still enjoyin’ yourself! Let's see what's for breakfast before we head out! " He grabs her hand and pulls her to the kitchen to see Gladys at the stove. The aroma of home cooking drifted through the small kitchen.
"Eggs and bacon sound good to y'all? I also put some coke bottles in a bag for the trip to the pier! Your daddy should have already put it in your trunk!" She seemed to almost squeal with delight at Annalise. She proceeded to talk Annalise's ear off about the trip today. Vernon set up the table and pulled Annalise's chair out for her.
"Always gotta be nice to the ladies, Elvis," Elvis rolled his eyes at his father, "That's how I got your mama! Be a gentleman, boy!" He chuckled and grasped Elvis' shoulders shaking him back and forth lightly. Elvis started to laugh and push him away. The two boys finally started their breakfast as Gladys and Annalise were finishing.
"I really haven't gone anywhere other than a carnival since following around my daddy. My brother and I would sneak out to try to get away from the lights and rides but it always seemed too far from our grasp, ya know?." Gladys rubs her back and offers her a small smile. Annalise soon found herself growing weary of how her brother Jimmie was without her. Was he being treated the same with her gone? Or was daddy happy to finally have the only son he wanted? Annalise was born from her mother's first marriage to a man from Memphis. Annalise didn't know much about her real daddy as her mama got married to Hank when she was three. All her life, Hank Snow was her daddy but not right now! She was her own person and she was going to become the star she always wished to be.
"Well, I hope the pier is what you've always wanted it to be! Y'all kids have fun now! Be home in time for dinner, Elvis!!" Gladys kissed Elvis on the cheek while he nodded. He grabbed his keys and took Annalise's hand as they walked to the truck.
"You told her we were going to the pier? Elvis, you know how I feel about lyin'! Your mama was so nice and she even packed some of the trunk for us with your daddy!" She folded her arms as she got into the passenger seat. Her lips drawing into a pout.
"If she knew we were going to Beale Street she'd tell me to go to the pier anyway! Tells me I hang out there too often! Mama tells me I need to focus on my job and not the music right now. She really wants me to just focus on me and not the others around me. I-I just wanna take care of my family." He sighed straightening his shoulders.
"Have you not told her fully about this big recording deal at RCA? Mister Presley," He looks at the map in her lap averting his gaze from her," Elvis Presley! You turn this truck around and we go tell her!" She pulls the map from his view and he huffs, rubbing his bottom lip with his finger.
"Jokes on you darlin'. I don't need that map," The truck revs to life as he steps on the gas passing by building after building," I'll tell my mama. Colonel told ‘em they have to sign some things anyway. I'm just nervous is all. What if this record deal don't work out, Doll? This is my dream but it feels like I'm teeterin' on the edge of it." He sighs and leans back in his seat a little.
"Well, I'll make sure you don't fall, Mister Presley. We’re gonna fly together. I'm here for the ride remember. We already talked to Mr. Phillips. He understood why you were leavin'." He smiles taking her hand in his. Annalise tries to ignore the heat of his palm against hers.
"Thanks, baby. Hey, you do know I'm not the only one recording at RCA ,right?" Annalise's posture straightened and she turned slowly to look at him.
"You did not! I could barely sing Amazing Grace in front of an audience on the Louisiana Hayride without wantin' to cry! RCA?! I could just cry now!" She huffed and placed her head in her hand looking out the window as they made their way to their destination.
"Come on, Annalise! This could be our big break! You tellin' me you're chicken?" He gets out of the car as Anna feels like she wants to melt into the seat.
"I am not chicken, Presley. I'm just not as talented as you are I me-"
"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog!" A woman sitting on the windowsill of Club Hardy interrupts her. Annalise feels her heart flutter as the women continues to sing. The amount of people passing by Anna makes her feel dizzy. Her dreams at night were becoming real. She stood there but soon a familiar voice broke her out of her daze. She whipped around to see the man she met all those years ago.
"B.B! Hey, it's me Annalise," she waves frantically leaving Elvis stunned behind her," Blue's Boy! hiya!" She finally stood in front of the snickering man who lifted her into his arms and spun her.
"My little Annalise Snow!! I knew you'd come back soon! How's my favorite Snow?" B.B twirled her around, singing as she giggled. Elvis shyly made his way towards the pair.
“I’m so good now that I see you!! C’mon! Get over here, Mister Presley! Usually he ain’t that shy!”
"Hey, ain't you that Elvis Presley fella? That song you made with Sun Records was great! You should be hittin' RCA next, boy?" Elvis felt like he needed to be pinched. His crush knew the biggest artist of their time?
"U-Um yeah, I mean, I'm hopin' to get some music recognized around here, ya know? I-I've always looked up to you a-and I've always wanted to see the inside of Club Handy, ya know?" Elvis felt like he was shaking tremendously as he spoke. Annalise was confused but that poor girl was sheltered as all hell. How would she know her friend was THE B.B. King?
"How about you and your lady friend come in now? We're just opening up for the day! I'd love to have y'all see the magic!" Annalise took Elvis' hand and ran behind B.B as he lead them to he doors.
"Annalise, I think you may have to pinch me. I-I can't believe this." Elvis gripped her hand harshly. Annalise placed her hand on his cheek and smiled.
"C'mon! Put a little pep in your step! Soon enough your name is gonna be lights, Mister Presley."
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"You gotta stop movin', kid. The mic keeps pickin' it up." The producer rolled his eyes starting another take for the single.
"If I can't move, I can't sing." He spoke into the mic softly.
"What is he doing? We paid for this?" The guys behind the recording were astonished.
"Please just let him do what he's doin' I promise you'll never hear anythin' better! he'll go straight to number one! He's been workin' so hard on 'Heart Break Hotel!"
"Miss Snow, we can do anythin' like that for you. Are we recordin' a church song with you?"
"Ummm no. I'm not under my daddy no more. I ain't-." She waved the producers down and made her way to Elvis and embraced him.
“Hey, how did I do?”
"This is gonna be a number one album, Mister Presley! I promise you! You did such a good job! Your mama's gonna be so happy!" Annalise just about started jumping in excitement.
"T-Thank ya. I was shakin' like a leaf down here. I'm glad you're here with me." He caressed her cheek and she smiled.
"Now time to leave I know a great-"
"How about she sings Fever? I wanna hear you sing that so bad, please baby. I promise we'll get to writin' songs together soon." Annalise nods and smiles. Elvis was willing to halt his own writing for her? She needed to be pinched. I mean she had already seen Beale Street, THE B.B King bought her a new dress, and now she was recording at RCA? Her daddy be damned!
"Is it alright if I hold your guitar, Mister Presley? I-I know it’s not needed for the song but I um just wanted to. I uh have always wanted to hold it. Ya know, like a good luck charm?" Elvis took the strap and set it on her shoulders. He grinned as she squealed touching the strings.
"Anything that is mine is yours, darlin'. Now sing your little heart out, treasure." Annalise nodded and waited for the go ahead from the producer. It was like nothing she ever felt before. Her heart fluttered and her body moved on it's own. She felt alive.
She would hum Elvis' songs in her motel room when she was alone. It had already felt forbidden then but singing them out loud and in front of him? She felt like she was on Cloud Nine. Elvis felt like he was in Heaven. Watchin' her sing his music was like a arrow from Cupid's bow shot him.
"That's a wrap for the day you guys! Great job!" Annalise thanked the producers and gave them hugs while the pair walked out of the booth. They made their way to Elvis' truck and both giggled as they stared at each other.
"You did amazing, Mister Presley! Seeing you record those songs was the bees knees! You've never looked so-" She clamped her hand over mouth and felt the heat rising to her already red cheeks.
"Wow, darlin'. One recordin' at RCA and you've already lost your pure filter? Maybe I'll have to take you here more often." Elvis snickers and sends a wink her way. She shakes her head.
"I-I'm sorry. That was just like nothin' I ever felt before! I-I felt like I was born anew! Do you think we could go back to Beale Street soon to tell Mister King?" She felt like her skin was afire. She didn't know she was anymore. She felt so real like she actually could exist in Elvis' world.
"And just think, darlin'. This is just the beginning we're gonna be stars. We could finally be in pictures like you've always dreamed." He placed his hand over hers and they both felt time stop. Annalise thought it's now or never. This boy has changed her life in a matter of hours, days, and would change it for years to come. Maybe it was to early as her nerves began to tremor through her body.
"E-Elvis...I-I want to let you-" Elvis shushed her and took her hand to his lips.
"I need to kiss you right now, treasure. Or I may just die right 'ere." Annalise's eyes widen and she nods enthusiastically. Elvis smirks, his hand finding it's way through her red hair. he pulls her slightly forward. Their lips finally meet and Annalise thinks Cloud Nine had been passed. The searing hot desire she felt when she first saw Elvis perform and wiggle, seemed to crash through her once again. They pull away for a brief moment.
"I-I was gonna say that I wanted to let you know that I liked you." She smiled mindlessly. Her eyes never leaving his lips.
"Well, I think you know my answer, baby. Like you said earlier we're on this ride together. Now lets get home, little mama." Stealing one last kiss before smiling to himself. the truck roars to life and they were off to rest. Little did they know Colonel Tom Parker would be waiting for them at the Lauderdale Courts. Offering them everything they could ever want. Elvis had already signed away his life to him...now he wanted to make sure he had Annalise’s.
“Elvis! How was RCA, my boy? Was it what you always imagined?” He patted the raven haired boy on the back. Annalise tried to sneak on past the pair but as always she failed to get far enough.
“Annalise! How was recordin’ without the daddy? I can’t wait to hear the single!” Vernon gave her a big hug while she stood frozen in place. Even when she was on the road with Penelope she feared her best friends father. There was an aura of distain around him whenever she saw him.
“U-Uh it was great, Mr. Presley. I-I’m a bit tired. I’m gonna go get some shut eye th-”
“You recorded at RCA too, Miss Snow? Well, you’ll need a manager as well! I could very much have the future Presley duo on my hands!” He laughed loudly making Annalise flinch.
“Future Presley duo? What are you talkin’ about, Colonel?” Elvis looked confused as Annalise tried to get out of the conversation.
“Well, Miss Snow has always had a crush on Mister Elvis here! I just thought maybe y’all would become THE it couple of Hollywood!” Annalise felt like she wanted to just bury herself under the ground now. She couldn’t help but hope for what had just come out of the Colonel’s loud mouth anyway. Colonel looked at her, smiling. Though that smile always seemed to feel...off. Elvis took her hand and bent down to whisper in her ear.
“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll give ‘im hell for ya. I gotta talk about some things with the family,” He kissed her head and made sure his father was distracting Colonel with his ramblings,” Good night. I’ll be in bed in a minute. I promise.” A quick kiss sent Annalise right to the bedroom after it finished.
She shut the door and stared at the wall next to it. She could still hear Mr. Parker’s voice through the wall. Something about a car and something about a house fit for a king. Annalise felt so small in the already small bedroom. Who the hell did she think she was? She shared two kisses with Elvis Presley. Finally tasting the forbidden fruit and Lord knows she isn’t ashamed. That’s when a sudden panic filled her bones and it’s like her daddy always said.
“Don’t write your soul to the Devil.,” She looked at herself in the mirror before changing her clothes,” Lord...I think I’m the Devil.” She whispers closing the last button of one of Elvis’ shirt on her pale skin. The door creaked and she made eye contact with Elvis just like the morning before.
“Darlin, you really are a sin to stare at.”
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