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[prsleysbabe]

Elvis who absolutely just loves eating readers pussy and fingering her and can't get enough and whines everytime he can't have it. Sorry if this isn't good it's my first request lol

A/N: I got another similar request so I've grouped these together. I thought 1950s E was best for this one.

Picture You

Pairing: 1950s!E x reader

Word count: 840

TWs: Public sex, Elvis is pussy-eating-obsessed, kind of exhibitionism, dirty photos, smut.

“Whaddya mean, no?” Elvis is looking at you with big, puppy dog eyes and his voice is particularly whiny. 

“The opposite of yes, El.”

“But why?”

“Because we’re going out with my friends in five minutes, and I know you’re good, but you’re not that good.”

Elvis humphs. “‘S’not fair, honey.”

“It is too. You ate me out last night and this morning.”

“But y’look so pretty in this dress…” he weedles, fingering the fabric. 

“You just wait until tonight,” you try to tell him, but suddenly he’s on his knees and pushing his head under your skirt. “ELVIS!” You squeal, backing away while his fingers do their best to get into your panties. 

“Honey…” he pleads, following you on his knees, head still under your skirt. 

You’re in the process of pushing his head away from your thighs when you both hear Gladys shouting up the stairs. Your friends have arrived. 

***

You spend the day around Beale Street, drinking ice cream floats and listening to the live music in the bars there, since you turned 21 last week so now you’re allowed in. Elvis loves every minute of it, and insists that you come back after dinner to see when things really get wild. You nod and giggle, cuddling up to him in a corner for a while. Some time in the late afternoon the pair of you come across a photobooth. None of your other friends are interested, saying they’ll meet you back at A Schwab for more floats, so you get in together, laughing and giggling. As you fiddle with the settings, trying to make sure your chair is in the right place, Elvis has an idea. He gets down on his knees between your legs, pushing his head under your skirt again. You squeak. 

“Elvis!” Your heart is beating quickly and you’re flushed. It might be a booth but it’s still kind of public. The curtain doesn’t quite touch the floor, for a start. 

“Let me, honey. Wanna photo of that lovely face ya make when ya cum for me.”

You squeak again. “Elvis! People might see!” 

“Cum quickly then.”

He pulls your panties to the side and starts to lick your clit furiously, feeling it harden under his tongue. You moan softly, looking down at the bulge his head has created under your skirt. The boy has a problem. You were the first girl he’d ever licked, down there, and it had gone from something that disgusted him to a full-on addiction in a matter of days. He wanted your pussy all the time, to lick and finger until he made you scream. You’d had sex once or twice, but this was his preferred method of getting you off, and it seemed to make him crazy too. More than once he’d cum in his pants, or against the mattress as he lay on the bed with his head between your legs. You kept trying to tell him to wear underpants so he’d stop ruining his slacks, but he wouldn’t listen. 

His long middle finger slips inside you and curls to hit the perfect spot. You let out a shuddering moan and hit the button to take the photos. Sucking on your clit now, he slips another finger inside and pumps them quickly, knowing what will get you there. The camera flashes once, twice, and then you feel the tide of your orgasm wash over you and murmur his name. Two more flashes and he licks you through it, kitten licks to your sensitive clit that almost make you yelp. 

“Come on!” Someone yells from outside. You freeze. There hadn’t been anyone else around when you’d come in, but now there must be a line. 

You sit up and mumble something to Elvis about getting out, and he emerges from your skirt, hair ruffled and lips glossy with your arousal. He grins, sheepishly. 

“Can’t wait to see the photos, baby,” he murmurs, as you try to get him to stand up so you can both leave. “Think I might haveta go home now though.”

Tugging on his wrist, you turn back to look at his face questioning. ‘Why, El?”

He giggles, pressing his lips to your ear as he follows you out of the photobooth. 

“Made a mess in my pants.”

You blush as you pull him behind you, waiting outside for the photos to come out as the girls waiting tut and look at you like they know exactly what you’ve been getting up to in there. 

“El! What did I tell you about wearing underpants?” You whisper, shame making your face even redder. 

He wraps his arms around your waist, hiding his crotch from view. “Sorry, honey.”

“Won’t let you have it any more if you don’t wear some,” you tell him, as the photos drop into the slot. 

He whines into your neck. “But honey, I need it.”

“Then get your mama to buy you some underpants,” you chide, picking the photos up and pushing them into your purse. “No underpants, no pussy.”

***

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[prsleysbabe]

Daddy Loves His Baby

A/N: I was feeling some type of way earlier and I just wrote this half as a comfort to myself and half because people keep reading Daddy Likes His Football. So this is yet another part, but this one is a little... sweeter?

Here is part 1, and here is part 2.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~1.3k

“Honey, what’re you doin’ in here?” Elvis cracks the door and peeks into the room you share. It's dark despite the sunset outside and as his eyes adjust, he sees the lump that must be you in the bed. “Are you asleep?”

“No.” You sigh deeply and roll over onto your side, trying to hide the fact that you were crying.

“You been up here all day?” You close your eyes and cringe internally. You have, in fact, been in this bed all day long and he's just now noticing. He's busy, you know that, and you're being a little overdramatic, but it still hurts. Especially in your current state of mind.

“Yeah.” It’s barely audible, so he walks further into the room, looking down at you in the bed. You have these moods sometimes, and hell, so does he, but this seems to be worse than normal. He stands and stares at you, trying to decide just how firm he wants to be with you. You're an angel when he gets like this, but quite frankly, he's a little annoyed. He buys you everything you could ever want, gives you whatever you need, and is only ever a little grumpy about it.

“What's the problem?” It comes out a little harsher than he intends and you flinch.

“I dunno, Elvis. I'm just… sad.” He wants to roll his eyes so badly, but he holds back.

“Honey, you have no reason to be–”

“I know that!” You snap at him for the first time ever and it completely catches him off guard. “But you don't either and I put up with your bullshit moods all the time!”

You have no idea where this anger is coming from. Elvis is the love of your life and taking care of him is your joy, even when he's down. But right now you just want to be left alone to wallow in self-pity.

He purses his lips and shakes his head. A sad mood is one thing, but you need to remember who you belong to.

“Enough.” In two strides, he's next to you, yanking the covers off of you unceremoniously.

“Elvis!” You holler, but he ignores you, picking up your body easily and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Ya been in bed long enough. No more feelin’ sorry for yourself.” He carries you to the bathroom as you kick and yell and pound on his back with your tiny ineffectual fists. You gasp as he plops you on the lid of the toilet and then walks to the shower to start it up.

“What are you doing?! I don't wanna shower!” He continues to ignore you, checking the temperature and coming back over to you to undress you. You protest verbally, but let him strip you naked.

“You always feel better when you're wet, one way or another.” He's not wrong. There are two things that'll cheer you up without fail: sex and water. Maybe it's the Pisces in you. And you don't seem to be too eager to fuck him, so he decides a shower is the next best thing. You scoff and harumph as he moves you under the water.

“This isn't helping.” You sound like a petulant child now and he does roll his eyes this time.

“Shut up and wait for daddy.” He starts to pull his clothes off as you stand in the shower pouting. Eventually, you feel him move in behind you and sigh despite yourself. The water does feel really good and knowing he's naked behind you is just enough of a distraction from your mood. You turn to face him and lean your head back into the stream of water, moaning softly. He suppresses a smile at how quickly you seem to be coming back to life. It comforts him to know that he knows you this well. His relationships are never easy, but with you it feels like it's worth whatever he has to put up with. You drive him crazy in the best way possible and he loves you more than he's ever loved anyone before. He puts his hands on your hips and moves closer to you, pressing his lips to your neck. “You like this?”

You're quiet for a bit, just enjoying the sensation of his hands and mouth on you, but eventually you sigh and whisper, “yeah.”

He puts your arms on his shoulders and presses his body against you. Thinking about how much you mean to him has his cock hard where it pushes against you.

“You want daddy to make it all better?” You nod, your bad mood completely forgotten as your center radiates heat on his leg. “Good girl.”

He turns and presses your back up against the shower wall, dropping to his knees in front of you. You moan loudly and your eyes roll back as he shoves his tongue into your pussy. Usually it's you on your knees, so this is a welcome change.

“Fuck, daddy…” Your hand goes to the front of his hair as he eats you like a man starved. His tongue swirls your clit and then he sucks on it lightly, determined to make you cum as quickly as possible. He slides his long middle finger up inside you, curling it against your g-spot as he licks you. You feel your orgasm approaching you and your legs tremble with anticipation. He feels your walls start to flutter and grumbles into you.

“Cum for daddy, baby.” You listen to him and moan again as your climax washes over you, pounding in your veins and lighting you up like a firecracker. He groans as he feels you pulse around his finger and then pulls back, standing up. You lean against the wall, shaking and panting as he lifts one of your legs and bends his knees to line his cock up with your entrance. “Be a good girl and let daddy fuck you until he fills up this sweet little pussy.”

“Yes, daddy…” You whimper as he pushes inside you, grunting. He holds the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your lips as he picks up a steady pace, fucking into you faster and harder as the shower water mixes with the sweat on both of your bodies.

“Whose baby are you?” He growls, his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Yours, daddy.” You moan, reveling in the power with which he slams into you.

“And does daddy love his baby?” He doesn't give you a chance to answer, pressing his lips to yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When he finally does pull back, he puts his forehead on yours, thrusting deeper into you. “Does he?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“And daddy will always take care of her and make her happy?” You nod furiously and he moans. “Fuck. Daddy loves you, baby.”

He closes his eyes and fills you one last time, trembling as he shoots you full of cum and you lose control, another release vibrating in between your hips. You slump against him and he holds you steady, kissing your forehead gently. The steam curls around you and for a while there is nothing but the sound of your breathing as your heart rate normalizes.

“I love you too.” You murmur against his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your temple. It's amazing how safe and at-ease you feel now, considering your mood from earlier. But that's just the effect he has on you, that you have on each other. He is your home, your peace. You love to tease him, but you'd never want to be without him. He reaches around you and converts the shower to a bath, laying down with you in his arms.

“You feel better?” He holds you, stroking your arm gently. You can be a real brat sometimes, but when it comes down to it, he wouldn't trade you for anything.

“Yeah. Thank you.” You sigh again and settle against him, snuggling into the hair on his chest.

He kisses the top of your head and smiles softly. “Any time, baby. Any time.”

******

The End

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[prsleysbabe]

please a fic where the Memphis mafia walk in on elvis and reader having sex and they make fun of her for it ( repeating what she said during it )and elvis goes mental and basically just puts them in their place ! thankyou 💕

~Mockery~

(70’s!Elvis X Reader)

(Hi there! Thank you for requesting! So I have to admit, I'm not that good with the Memphis Mafia yet due to somehow being unable to find any information which is odd, but I did see a few other people saying that Red and Jerry would be the type to mock in a situation like this. This isn't my best work I don't think, but I tried my best and I hope you like it! 💜)

(TW: Rough sex, oral sex, Daddy used in a sexual manner, controlling Elvis-If you squint-, getting caught, potential misspellings, probably OOC M.M-)

"Oohhhh...!" You moaned loudly as Elvis stuffed his tongue deep in your pussy, eating you out with such fervor you were sure you were going to see stars. Gripping his hair tightly, you began to rut against his face, desperate for more of that delicious pleasure he provided you. "Ya' taste so fuckin' good, li'l Mama...I could eat you all night," He rasped, pulling his tongue out only for him to replace it with two thick fingers, pumping them in and out of you as his lips closed around your clitoris, sucking and giving that occasional nip or two. "S-S-So good, Daddy~!" You praised him, arching your back as your thighs closed around his head.

Elvis growled, snapping your legs back open as he looked at you with such a controlling expression. "Keep these pretty li'l legs open, Y/n. I wanna eat this cunt properly." He ordered before delving back down to drag his tongue over your clit in an agonisingly slow manner, causing your legs to tremble as you whimpered. "Sing for me." He chuckled, pushing your hips up and holding you by the waist to get a better angle of what belonged to him. "Oh god, yes!" You moaned, feeling your lower abdomen burning with white hot pleasure, your body preparing you for an orgasm. And finally, you let go. But you didn't have much time before Elvis positioned himself at your entrance, burying himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust.

"Fuck, Baby...Yes...So goddamn tight..." He groaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. One thing that you found over the course of your relationship was that Elvis was definitely the type to scream during sex. But you were always louder. Minutes passed, and he was fucking you with wild abandon, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every erratic thrust, panting like a dog in heat as sweat poured down his face, dripping down onto your own sweat-drenched body. "Fuck! Yes, Daddy! Harder!" You begged him, moaning as loud as your lungs would allow with how much air was being knocked out of you. "Daddy's gonna go harder," He whimpered, trying to drive into you harder despite his already wicked pace. A shaking thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing it desperately in rough circles as he sucked on that sweet spot on your neck he'd marked over and over again. But just as you were close to orgasming for the second time that night-

The bedroom door came open.

There stood Red West and Jerry Schilling with expressions mixed with mortification and amusement, eyes trained on the show you were unknowingly putting on. You noticed the door had opened, and you screamed, trying to hide your body from the two Men. Elvis whipped his head up, unsure what was going on before he noticed Red and Jerry. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouted, grabbing the blanket and swiftly covering the both of you, shifting himself as if protecting you. Just as quickly as they appeared, the two had shut the door and left, but the sounds of their mockery could be heard beyond that threshold. "'Oh, Daddy~!'" They mocked, laughing at your expense.

Elvis was fucking pissed. Disentangling himself from you, he hopped up from the bed and swiftly pulled on a pair of underwear, his face bright Red with embarrassment and rage. "E-E-El-" You tried to call for him, but it was too late. He was already barging out of the bedroom to set those two straight. "I am NOT going to tolerate whatever the fuck you're doin'! Mockin' my Girl- MY Girl, while we was havin' time together!" Elvis shouted at them. "And why the FUCK DIDN'T YOU KNOCK?! What are you, goddamn idiots?! You say another fuckin' word, and I swear to The Good Lord above you're gonna wish you ain't said anythin' at all!" And before they could utter another word, he stomped right back in the room where he slammed the door shut, locking it aggressively. Tearing off his boxers, literally, he turned back towards you.

"We ain't done, Girl."

[prsleysbabe]

Walter hale 50 covering their mouth to shut them up. 😏

Hungry

A/N: Well this was fun. Any excuse to get dirty with Walter.

Pairing: Walter Hale x reader

Word count: Just a smidge over 1K

TWs: This is a smutfest. Walter is a soft dom, praise kink and some really dirty stuff with panties. Maybe the tiniest hint of orgasm denial.

You're the piano lady at the Chautauqua - you do all the accompaniment for the children’s singing during the daytime. You have no idea what Walter sees in you, when he has his pick of all the singers and dancers in every town. Not that you're under any illusion that you're the only woman he's sleeping with, that would be ridiculous. But he has been spending a lot of time with you lately. You run your fingers over the piano keys, doing a few scales absent-mindedly as you wait for the next kid. It's almost lunchtime. You can't wait for a break from this. 

Walter wanders into the tent where you're playing, eyes roving until they finally land on your figure, sitting behind the piano, just as he expected. He likes you a lot. You've got a little extra padding, in that kind of mid-thirties way, and he’s really been enjoying the effect it has on you. There’s a point that women hit at that age where they stop caring about what other people think of them and start caring about having a good time instead. He can’t understand why you haven’t been snapped up by someone already, but then maybe you’d never have got to this stage. You love sex, and he loves doing it with you.

He stands at the side of the stage until someone shouts something about lunch, and then you feel his presence behind you. 

“Hungry, honey?”

You somehow find yourselves in a walk-in linen closet, which would be spacious if it wasn’t for the shelves of linen, you and Walter all being in there. The shelves dig into your back and Walter, pressed against you, digs into your front. Your arms are around his neck and he’s kissing you passionately, grinding against you just a little. You let out a little pleasured noise as he moves from your mouth to your neck. 

“Still hungry?” He asks, with a raised eyebrow and a smile playing on his lips. 

You don’t need to be asked twice, nodding and getting onto your knees as best you can in the cramped space. Freeing his dick from the confines of his pants, you set to work licking and sucking, and he bites his fist to stay quiet. It’s hard not to make a noise when you’re so good at this, but he doesn’t want to be found. Eventually he decides you’re getting him dangerously close with your mouth and he wants to finish somewhere else. He taps your cheek and you let him slide out again, and stand up, obediently. He pulls your long skirt up around your waist and your panties to one side, and then he’s inside you in one quick movement. Grunting, his cheek pressed against yours as he rolls his hips into you again and again. 

“Oh, Walter! It feels so good.” You can’t help yourself, something just makes you want to tell him how his dick makes you feel. How much you love it. 

He moves his head just enough so you can see the smirk spreading across his face. 

“Is that so, honey?”

You nod quickly, and then the moaning starts. You don’t mean to moan, but every time he fucks you it drives you crazy and the noises just pour out of you. He’s still smirking, because he can’t help loving hearing you like this, but he starts to shake his head just a little too. 

“Uh-uh. You’ve gotta be quiet, honey.”

“Mmmm. I… I c-can’t…” you stumble over the words, brain feeling like mush. “...’s too good…”

He’s still slowly rolling himself into you, and he shakes his head a little more as he presses his hand over your mouth. 

“Gotta be quiet,” he says again, and then he starts to really fuck you. 

Your eyes roll back in your head as he thrusts harder and faster, his fingers pressing against your soft lips, fingertips digging into your cheek. 

“Good girl,” he mumbles, knowing he’s getting close and thinking you probably are too. But he doesn’t want you squeezing him and tipping him over the edge right now. 

Keeping his hand over your mouth, he slows down and pulls out, and you stare at him in gasping surprise. Not that it’s very easy to gasp with your mouth clamped shut, a snort of air rushing out of your nose instead. 

“Shhh,” he reiterates, before moving his hand. He needs both of them for this. 

Jerking himself with one hand, he pulls the top of your panties down with the other and rubs his dick through your folds, struggling to hold back a moan as he feels his release growing closer and closer. You look down at what he’s doing, dazed, and gasp as he cums all over your pussy and in your panties, making a mess in your underwear. Putting your own hand over your mouth instinctively, you watch as he moves back, letting your skirt fall back down to hide what he’s just done. Taking a few steadying breaths, he puts himself away again and then looks at you. You’re completely dumbfounded, and really, really horny. 

The smirk is back when he sees the look on your face. He puts his hand back over your mouth, and his lips to your ear. 

“Want ya to sit and think about me for the rest of the day now, honey.”

You groan into his palm. As if you were going to do anything else after that. 

“Then tonight I might give ya what ya want.”

He moves his hand and looks at you. 

“Yes, Walter,” you breathe. 

Another little smirk. “But no takin’ those panties off. Want you in ‘em all day.”

You accidentally moan out loud again and he tuts, clamping his hand back over your mouth. 

“What did I tell ya? Shhh.” He softens then, smiling down at you. “Not that I don’t love those pretty little noises of yours. But save them for tonight, hm?”

“Yes, Mr Hale,” you tell him, when he moves his hand again. 

He hums approvingly. “Good girl. And keep those panties on. I’ll be checking.”

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[prsleysbabe]

‘ officer presley ‘ — elvis x fem! reader

note: officer elvis + request / warnings: MDNI, reader stealing, gun-play, mention of being married, fingering, coercion, restraint, car sex, age-gap. / summary: after shoplifting from an expensive store, the cops are called and you risk going to jail…good thing the cop is handsome (oh and he’s elvis!)

God. This was so stupid, so fucking stupid. Your heart was racing, walking through the isles of the clothing store you watched your shoulder, carefully making sure no one else was around, adjusting your coat nervously you finally fumbled it open, quickly pulling quite the expensive top off the clothing rack. Looking around you noticed that no one had seen you, feeling a bit cocky you moved to the next aisle, taking a pretty skirt that would match perfectly. That jittery fear turned into excitement as you smiled to yourself, zipping up your jacket and making your way towards the exit when all of a sudden you felt a pair of eyes on you, and another, like the whole store was staring- the click of heels growing louder as you tried to hurry. Just as you reached the door, pushing it open and almost nearly making your escape  a firm hand grabbed your wrist, yanking you back. You spun around to come face-to-face with the stern-looking store clerk, her eyes narrowed in accusation. Her fingers dug into your wrist, her long painted nails pricking your skin. You felt a surge of panic rising in your throat. Her eyes were cold and unforgiving as she looked you up and down, taking in the bulges in your jacket where you'd hidden the stolen items. "Don't move," she snarled, her grip tightening. "I saw you take those. Hand them over slowly." You wanted to run, to scream, to do anything but stand there and face the consequences of your actions. “Ma’am, I-I don’t know what you’re talking about-” You stammered pathetically. Jesus Christ you couldn’t play dead at a funeral. “Don’t lie to me, give them here. Now.” Her eyes bore into you, her grip tightening. Seems like she’d rather die than let you go- Trembling, you reached into your jacket and pulled out the top and skirt, holding them out to her like offerings. She snatched them from your grasp, her lips curling into a sneer. "You little thief. I'm calling the police." You let out a scoff, was she serious? You stood there for a second, watching her move to the counter and pick up the phone. To be fair, you should have ran when she left you standing there, but you couldn’t. 

Sure enough, within five minutes of her calling the police, a cruiser pulled up. Suddenly this all felt much realer than it had before. Looking out of the glass doors of the store you saw a tall man, not even in a police uniform but a rather intricate looking black outfit…his hair was styled in a way that shocked you- he didn't look like a cop, and when he turned around and saw those sunglasses-your jaw almost dropped. Fucking Elvis? He walked into the store, sure enough with a gun strapped to his waist and a badge already in his hand. “What seems ta’ be the problem?” he asks simply, and you crack a bit of a smile. Elvis was a cop? The woman jerked her head at you and shook it violently. “This young lady tried to steal some of our most expensive pieces! She tried to run out but thankfully I caught her!” Elvis nodded and looked over at you, he took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket. “Is that so honey? You try an’ steal from here?” He asked, his tone was like he was talking to a child. You tried to wipe that smile off your face but you knew that it was still there, you nodded rather shamefully. “Yes officer.” You watched him tilt his head, clicking his tongue. “Ma’am, let me see the items she was tryin’ ta steal.” The lady quickly pulled out the items and laid them on the counter. “As you can tell, these threads are quite pricey!” Elvis shook his head. “I can tell. Alright honey, you’re comin’ with me.” Elvis said, walking around the counter and taking ahold of your arms and pinning them behind your back. “Are you serious?!” You exclaimed and you felt the cold metal handcuffs on your skin as he led you out of the store, putting you in the backseat of his cruiser. He slid into the driver's seat in front of you, the leather creaking under his weight. Turning to face you, his piercing blue eyes narrowed as he looked you over, taking in your flushed cheeks and the nervous tremor of your body, "Now, let's get a few things straight, sweetheart," Elvis began, his deep voice low and stern. "Stealin' is a serious crime. These folks work hard to keep this place runnin', and you tried to rob 'em blind.” What he was saying made sense, but the way he was saying it- like he was telling a child right from wrong- just like he had before and it was starting to piss you off. “I wish you’d quit talking to me like I'm some kid!” You practically yelled and you watched him shake his head. “Goddammit you are one! Now you listen here honey, the only damn reason I have you in this here cruiser is cause’ that lady in there will throw a damn fit if I don’t.” He growled, his finger pointing at you before he jerked around and began driving. You sulked down in your seat, well fuck. Not only had you pissed off a cop but that cop was Elvis. Double whammy of bullshit. 

He drove for a bit and you were dead silent, the cuffs uncomfortably tight on your wrists. You caught Elvis glancing at you from the front seat- and around 15 minutes of driving around you finally decided to ask what was up. “Where are we going?” You asked and Elvis cleared his throat. “I ain’t taking you to the station. I’m taking you somewhere me an’ you can have a talk.” He said plainly, turning off the main road and onto a dirt road.Elvis drove the cruiser down the narrow, bumpy dirt road, the tires kicking up clouds of dust in their wake. He kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror, his piercing blue eyes seeming to pierce right through you. After a few tense minutes, he pulled the car over to the side of the road, the headlights illuminating a secluded, wooded area."Alright, listen up," Elvis said, turning to face you fully. His voice was low and serious. “I’m gonna go back there, in that there seat with you and uncuff you. Alright?” You nodded quickly, wanting those stupid cuffs off of you. Elvis got out of the car and pushed you right over, making room for himself.  “Now, let me ask you somethin.” he said, adjusting his position in the backseat so he was facing you. “Do you want me ta’ buy you them clothes honey?” His question shocked you, hell you even laughed but he was deathly serious. “Why..why would you do that?” You asked and he smiled at you, “Well it ain’t gonna be for free…” he said gently. You paused for a moment, the realization of what was happening settling in. “Are you serious?” You questioned, sounding more opposed to the idea of sex with him then you meant too– wasn’t he married though? “You ain't got ta’ do nothin’ honey. I’ll let you go home regardless, but consider the clothes extra…if you wanna do it we will, and if you don’t…we won’t.” He was smiling the whole time, his hands held up in a defensive way until you inhaled deeply. “Fine. Just take these handcuffs off.” You say and he chuckles. “No can do darlin’...see the keys upfront and I don’t feel like crawling all the way back up there, so you’ll just have to wait.” This fucking guy. You nodded and he gestured for you to scootback against the other car door, you did, but it was kind of hard to maneuver yourself with your hands cuffed. Elvis watched you struggle, a smirk playing on his lips as he enjoyed the sight of you squirming. "Here, let me help you with that, sugar," he drawled, his hands easily pushing you back against the door. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, he let out a shaky breath and moved closer, the space in the backseat was limited- but he was determined to make it work. His hands moved onto your hips, rubbing them gently before his ringed fingers hooked into the band of your shorts and he pulled them down in one swift motion. God, he was fast. Elvis captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, claiming it as his own. He nipped at your bottom lip before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck. "Fuck…" he growled against your skin, his stubble lightly scraping your sensitive flesh. His hands slid down to your thighs, gripping the flesh roughly as he ground his hardening cock against your core. "Dammit, the things you do to me," he panted, rocking his hips slowly, letting you feel every thick inch of him. "Gonna make you feel real good." His fingers dipped lower, teasing your slick folds through the damp fabric of your panties. "This sweet little pussy... it's beggin' to be filled. Ain't it, baby?" Elvis's voice was a low, seductive rumble, sending shivers down your spine.He talked so filthy, it made you shiver.  "Let me take care of you, honey. Let me make you feel things you ain't never felt 'fore." The promise left you breathless, trembling. You couldn’t speak as he touched you, his fingers eventually pulling your panties aside. “Sa’ pretty…” he groans, his thumb pressing against your clit making you whine.

"Listen to this sweet lil' thing... singin' for me already," he purred, his breath hot against your inner thigh. Elvis growled, his blue eyes molten with lust as he gazed up at you. Two thick fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your dripping cunt, your back arched and your hands balled into fists, his palm pressed against your clit with each thrust. “Oh, fuck!” You groaned, his fingers felt huge, the cold of his rings pressed against your cunt over and over again. His other hand slid under your shirt, pushing your bra up and out of the way. He palmed your breast roughly, rolling and tugging at the stiff peak. "You’re so fuckin’ perfect.” Elvis leaned down, drawing your nipple between his lips, suckling hard. His fingers never stopped their relentless assault on your pussy, curling and scissoring inside you as he finger-fucked you with wild abandon. The noises you were making were ones you didn’t even know you could make, moans and whimpers that sounded pure pornographic. Without warning, he removed his fingers from your dripping heat, leaving you feeling empty, a whine escaping your lips. Elvis quickly undid his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. It bobbed heavily in front of you, the thick shaft pulsing with need, the tip already glistening with precum.Elvis grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap in one swift motion. You gasped as you felt his thick cock press against your entrance, the scorching heat of it searing your skin. His hands gripped your ass cheeks, kneading the supple flesh as he positioned you over his throbbing member. "Fuck, I can't wait no more," he growled, his voice dripping with lust.

With a powerful thrust of his hips, Elvis buried his massive cock deep into your tight, dripping cunt. A guttural moan tore from his throat as he buried himself inside you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your cunt clenched around his cock, gripping it like a vice. "Shit, baby... so fuckin' tight," he panted, his hot breath tickling your ear. Elvis began to move, his hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm. He lifted you up until just the tip of his cock remained inside you, before slamming you back down, impaling you on his thick shaft. Each powerful thrust struck your cervix, his cock head kissing your womb. You could only moan and whimper, your handcuffed hands struggling against the confines of the metal. Your pussy clenched and spasmed around him, dripping with arousal. Elvis's rhythm began to falter, his heavy balls drawing up tight against his body. "Fuck... gonna fuckin' cum... gonna pump this sweet cunt full..." he groaned, his voice strained with impending release. His hips jerked erratically, slamming into yours. Your body tensed, your back arching as a powerful orgasm crashed through you. Your pussy clamped down on his pistoning shaft, milking it greedily as you came hard. Elvis let out a whine, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he shot thick ropes of cum into your cunt. As you both came down from your high Elvis pulled out of you, his limp cock twitching gently as he rubbed your thighs lovingly. “Such a good girl…” He said, reaching for his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, cleaning you up. Elvis reached behind you, his hands finding the cuffs that bound your wrists. He fiddled with them for a moment before the click of the lock echoed in the close confines of the car. Your wrists, now free, felt a rush of blood flow back into them, making them tingle and ache. "Careful now, sweetheart," Elvis warned as he guided your wrists out of the cuffs. "They're probably gonna be a might sore. Rub 'em real gentle-like until the feelin' comes back." You did as you were told and the weird feeling subsided. “You gonna stay outta trouble?” He asked and you nodded, truth be told you might be getting yourself in some more trouble if this was the outcome…”Good.” He said, climbing out of the backseat and into the front, starting the engine. 

“Now let’s go pick up them clothes, sweetheart.” 

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Bored.

Elvis is bored, y/n watches him get off.

warnings: smut. 18+. minors dni. masturbation. blowjob mentioned.

Elvis had been home all day, his girlfriend, Y/N, was out shopping with her friends, something she did every couple of weeks, leaving Elvis to his own devices, secluded in his room, the soft and low sound of the tv filling the quiet sanctuary. Elvis laid in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard, tapping his fingers against his stomach softly, sighing in boredom as he waited for Y/N to return home. 

He lets his eyes stare blankly at the tv, squinting softly and not paying any mind to whatever was playing, and to be honest, he couldn't even tell you what was on. He let's out another puff of air through his pouty lips, this time slightly louder than the previous sigh he had released. Elvis rolls his shoulders slightly, adjusting his position slightly. 

Elvis lets his mind begin to wonder unintentionally, his mind playing back to a few nights ago when Y/N had her mouth on him, her tongue circling around the tip of his cock as her big eyes stared up at him while he shot his load down her throat, Y/N greedily swallowing it down.

He lets out another noise at the memory, this time his pants starting to feel slightly tighter as his cock begins to grow. He bites his lip as he straightens out his body, one knee bending slightly and resting his bent leg to the side as he finds a comfortable position. He takes a deep breath, his fingers beginning to lightly rub and caress his lower tummy, running the tips of his fingers down the trail of hair that disappears below his waistband. 

Elvis licks his lips quickly, his fingers dipping into his pants ever so sightly, feeling the dark brown tufts of hair under his fingertips as he teases himself, his breath hitching ever so slightly before he brings his fingers back up to his lower tummy, not letting himself give in just yet. 

He stills his hand for a moment, his ears perking up as he focuses on any noise he can hear, making sure that no one was coming up the stairs, making sure he was completely and utterly alone. 

Once Elvis hears not even a peep or a pin drop, he reaches into his sweatpants, pulling out his thick cock. He glances down at it as it throbs deliciously, the usual dusty pink tip in it's soft state, now darker in color with a reddish, purple tone, glistening softly with his desire. He runs his finger tips over his length slowly, feeling the vein that's now engorged on the side of his cock, like Y/N would do when she teases him.

Elvis lets out a shaky breath, his hand wrapping around himself, giving his cock a few soft pumps, his eyes fluttering as his rings graze against the delicate skin, the cool metal biting against his cock. 

He shifts slightly again, reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt with his other hand, pulling it up slightly so that his tummy is exposed and to avoid getting any precum on it, or even shooting his load and ruining the clothing. 

Elvis begins to twist his hand around his cock gently as he strokes it, his head tilting back against the headboard as his mouth falls open slightly, his free hand sliding off this stomach. His cock blurts out precum, which he gathers with his thumb, smearing it around the tip.

His hips buck up slightly as his thumb knocks against his tip with each stroke, a soft groan building in his chest as he closes his eyes and imagines it to be the back of  Y/N's throat. "Good girl- fuck..." Elvis murmurs out with a slight pant, biting his lip slightly. 

Unbeknownst to Elvis, Y/N is making her way upstairs to their shared bedroom, shopping bags hanging from her wrists as she opens the door to the bedroom. Her eyes widen as she sees Elvis, cock in hand as she drops the bags on the floor.

Elvis' eyes fly open at the door opening, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as he watches Y/N close the door slowly behind her, her eyes focused on his cock as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Shit- baby. when did you get home?" Elvis says, his hand still frozen on his length, his breath shaky as he pants.

Y/N smirks at him and shrugs, licking her lips slowly. "Doesn't matter. Continue." She speaks slowly, taking a step closer to the bed, Elvis letting out a sigh at her words.

"Oh, come on, honey. Can't you help? Put that pretty mouth or cunt to use?" Elvis pleads playfully, pouting at her softly. Y/N shakes her head at him with a soft chuckle, slowly sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Nope. I wanna watch you. Wanna see how you make yourself come." Y/N purrs, her eyes going back to his cock. Elvis wants to protest, but the hand on his cock begins to move again before he can even let out a word.

He lets out a grunt, his eyes focusing on her as his hand speeds up, his stomach beginning to flutter as his orgasm builds quickly. His gaze falls on her chest, her cleavage on show with the shirt she was wearing. He lets out another shaky breath as he stares half-lidded.

Elvis' movement on his cock becomes more uncoordinated and more jerky as he feels the all too familiar burn of an impending orgasm. He lets out a hiss before he groans, his head tilting back again. 

Y/N watches as he comes, his breath coming out in pants and growls as strands of white shoot out of his cock, painting his hand and lower tummy with hot beads of his essence. Elvis gently jerks himself, his eyes falling back on her as he squeezes his cock gently, milking out every drop before he lets go of it with a hiss, trying to catch his breath.

Y/N grins and bites her lip at his state, his cheeks flushed and his cock twitching against his stomach as he calms down. "You must've been bored." Y/N teases, causing Elvis to chuckle breathlessly.

[prsleysbabe]

I am so weak

[prsleysbabe]

If I Can Dream: Chapter 1

A/N: Man, I've been so back and forth on whether to publish this one or just keep it to myself forever. This series is very near and dear to my heart, so I'd love to hear your thoughts if you enjoy it.

An extra special thank you to my besties @ccab and @atleastpleasetelephone for all their encouragement. Thanks for putting up with me! I love you both! 🩷🩷🩷

Summary: It's 1975 and Jo Bellamy has been in love with Elvis for 20 years. She doesn't even care that they haven't met yet. All she needs is a chance and she's determined to get one.

But Elvis doesn't feel much like Elvis anymore. What happened to the man he used to be? He's pretty sure he's long gone.

Can a chance encounter with Jo change the ill-fated trajectory of his life?

Warnings: this will eventually have smut, but is pretty fluffy/angsty for now. Elvis is sad and dealing with self esteem issues. There's also a small mention of drug use. Jo smokes cigarettes.

Word count: ~2.4k

Elvis looks at himself in the mirror again and tries not to cringe. At least he was able to zip the jumpsuit and get the belt on. The silver phoenix spreads across his torso, distracting from the rest of him. But he's not used to seeing this old man looking back at him. He touches his face gently, his rings glittering in the light, and sighs deeply. It wasn't so long ago that he was a sleek, handsome sex machine and now he's this. Old and tired and fat. Washed up. That's what the magazines say: washed up.

“EP, it's time!” Jerry hollers from the hallway. Elvis takes another deep breath and groans when the belt cuts into his stomach.

It's December of 1975 and Elvis is back in Vegas to finish the engagement he started in August that landed him in the hospital yet again for exhaustion. He's not sure he'll make it through this one either, but he's determined to try. If he doesn't have anything left to offer on stage, what the hell is the point?

He closes his eyes and turns from the mirror, walking to the door. Before he opens it, he rearranges his face into a smile. Nobody needs to know how he feels.

******

Jo looks in the mirror and moves a few pieces of her hair around on her forehead. When she came home with her pixie cut a few weeks ago, her best friend almost lost it. Evelyn couldn't believe Jo'd cut off all of her beautiful hair right before she was supposed to be in her wedding. But Jo was tired of messing with it. This was much easier and she liked the way it made her look young and fun. At 36, she was eager for anything that made her look younger.

She touches her cheek and looks at her eye makeup in the mirror. She has on the kind of thick black liner and mascara that makes her eyes look wide and doll-like and was popular when she was younger. Makeup is a little less dramatic now, but she likes this look better than the current style.

Her lavender shirt is almost see-through and her navy pants hug her ass just right. She's got a nice body, for her age, having been blessed with a fast metabolism and well-proportioned curves.

“Jo Bellamy, you're a catch.” She says it out loud to the mirror and nods affirmatively. Evelyn laughs from the bathroom and hollers amidst her giggles.

“Yeah, too bad you're too busy runnin’ to let a man catch you!” Jo looks at her friend and crinkles her nose.

“I'd stop for the right man.” Evelyn snorts.

“He'd have to be a hell of a man to stop you.”

“Yes, he would. I won't settle for anything less than the deepest love.” Jo smiles dreamily as her friend walks back into their hotel room. They've come to Vegas to celebrate Evelyn's last weekend as a single woman.

“Is that why you insisted on seeing Elvis? You think he's the right man?” Evelyn pokes Jo in the side and they both giggle.

“Ah yes, Elvis Presley. The man that no one else can live up to. He's the reason I've been single all these years, you know.”

“Oh, I'm aware. And it's ridiculous. We've seen him how many times, now?”

“Six. But I've never been on the front row. This is a big deal.” Evelyn looks at Jo nervously.

“You're gonna do something crazy, aren't you?” Jo pretends to be offended.

“Moi?! Noooooo, never.” But her reassurance is not received. Evelyn has known Jo since second grade. The only thing you could count on with her was that she'd do something crazy.

“Just don't get us kicked out again.” Jo laughs, thinking of how she'd been carried out of a venue in ‘72 for trying to get to his car after a concert.

“Hey, the show was over!” Evelyn rolls her eyes. She's been there for Jo's whole Elvis-obsessed life, from seeing him in 1955 on the back of a truck in a parking lot in Memphis, to being at the train station when he left for the army, to seeing every single movie, to flying to Vegas when he opened there in 1969. She used to be just as big of a fan, but that faded when she met Phil five years ago. Now, she just thinks it's time for Jo to grow up and move on like she did. Jo winks. “But I make no promises. I'm getting desperate.”

She has no intention of moving on. Elvis is the only man who has ever been consistent in her life, even if he doesn't know who she is. And now he's not married anymore, so she feels better about trying to catch him. Tonight might be her only chance to be this close to him. She's not going to waste it.

******

Elvis moves around the stage, doing his normal show routine. He's absolutely exhausted and the crowd's energy feels off. Honestly, he's not far from just walking off and calling it a night. He doesn't even kiss anyone during Love Me Tender, just tosses a couple of scarves into the audience.

“Something's wrong.” Jo mutters to Evelyn.

“What do you mean?”

“With him. Something's wrong.” Evelyn studies her friend. Jo is watching him like a hawk, her eyebrows pulled together.

“You know, I read a thing about him being on drugs-” Jo whips her head around.

“No. This is different. He's sad. He's not high.” Evelyn wonders how she can tell the difference, but doesn't push her on it.

By the end of the show, though, Jo is trying desperately not to cry. Her heart is broken for him and she can't even really say why. When he starts the last song, she stands up.

“Jo! Josephine! Sit down!” Evelyn pulls on her hand. Her heart is in her throat, but she can't let him leave the stage like this.

Elvis notices a girl in the front row standing as he starts his last song. He can't believe he made it to the end of the show and he's ready to leave this stage and never come back. But he can't take his eyes off the girl that's standing. He thinks about going to the edge of the stage to give her a scarf and a kiss, but before he can do that, she acts.

Jo pushes her chair to the edge of the stage, stands on it, and drags herself up onto the platform. Evelyn is yelling at her, but she blocks her out. Her heart is pounding and she knows she has about three seconds before Charlie grabs her, so she goes straight to Elvis.

Elvis is in shock as the girl runs to him and launches herself into his arms, wrapping herself around his neck. It's certainly not the first time a fan has come up on stage, but it's been a little while. He relaxes a bit when she kisses his cheek and whispers.

“It's okay. Whatever it is, it's okay. We still love you. I still love you.” He smiles a bit and whispers back.

“Thank you, dear.”

And then Charlie is there with his arms around her waist and she lets go of Elvis and allows herself to be carried away. He almost grabs her hand, but he stops himself. She's got to be crazy, coming up on the stage like that. But she didn't feel crazy; she felt desperate, and he understands that feeling. Even beyond that, her words were kinder than anything he's experienced in a while. There's a kind of ache to hear more of what she has to say.

The show ends and he calls Joe over to him.

“Find her.”

“Which one?”

“The one who came up on the stage, dumbass.” Elvis knows they're wasting precious time and she might be leaving.

“Oh. I'm sorry boss-”

“What did you do?”

“It wasn't me! They escorted her out of the venue.” Elvis feels rage bubble up inside him.

“THEY KICKED HER OUT?!” He bellows and kicks over a chair backstage.

“Security did! They figured you would want her gone!” Joe is obviously starting to panic. Elvis rounds on him and his eyes burn with anger.

“You find her. Go now. Find her.”

“But boss you could have-”

“I WANT HER.” Joe knows when it's time to stop arguing and get to work, so he nods quickly and takes off. “I want her…”

He whispers it quietly to himself, a little surprised that he said it. There hasn't been anyone he's wanted in a while. But something about her was different. He tells himself he's just curious to figure it out. That has to be it.

******

Jo grunts in frustration again and lights her cigarette while they wait for a cab to take them back to their hotel.

“Well, what did you think was gonna happen?!” Evelyn is less than amused by Jo's decision to run up on the stage and get them both kicked out.

“I dunno. This, I guess. But I still wanted to see the end of the show. Also it felt like he wanted to talk to me more.” Evelyn rolls her eyes so hard Jo is afraid it might be painful.

“You just want that to be true.”

“No! You weren't up there with him.”

“Jo, this is ridiculous. He's a celebrity. You don't know him.”

“I don't have to know someone to know when they're in need.” She stamps on her cigarette as a cab pulls over to them and they climb inside. Evelyn tells the cabbie where to take them and they ride in silence the rest of the way.

Joe gets to the sidewalk just as their cab pulls away. He doesn't know it was her in the car, though, so he runs around frantically looking. After almost an hour, he goes back to Elvis, ready to have his tail kicked for failing.

“You didn't find her?” Joe shakes his head sullenly and looks at the floor. Elvis has his jumpsuit off and his pajamas and robe on. He'd lost hope after about twenty minutes of Joe being gone. “Oh well.”

Joe leaves and Elvis turns all the lights off and closes the curtains, leaving the room almost pitch black until he turns the televisions on. He swallows a handful of pills and settles on the couch.

They'll head back to Memphis in a few days and he'll have some peace. Still, some part of him wishes she wasn't out of his life forever. Just another woman to add to his list of regrets. Too bad he doesn't even know this one’s name.

******

Evelyn and Jo leave Vegas the next day and go back home to their normal lives. Evelyn is preparing for the wedding and Jo is watching the papers for news that Elvis is back in Memphis. Despite all the urging from Evelyn to give up, she's not quite ready to quit. Not when it seems like he might need her. Evelyn just rolls her eyes and tells her she better not miss the wedding because she's chasing an impossible dream.

When she sees that Elvis gets home a few days later, Jo leaves work in the middle of the day to go to the Graceland gates. He's already inside when she gets there and joins the throng of women outside waiting for him. She's instantly annoyed by their presence and knows he must be too, so she turns and walks back to her car.

Elvis is in his bedroom with the lights off. He peeks out the window briefly and sees the crowd at the gates. It should encourage him, but it doesn't. He's convinced they're all just dreaming of a man that doesn't exist anymore. He closes the heavy drapes and crawls into bed, even though it's the middle of the day. Even reading sounds too daunting right now, so he just closes his eyes. He knows he won't sleep, but he can at least pretend to try. Maybe it'll help this feeling go away.

Jo comes back to Graceland at about 1:30 in the morning and is excited to see that all the other fans have gone home. She stands at the gates for a bit, but it's so cold that she starts to lose feeling in her fingers and toes. The house is mostly dark, but she knows he's in there and he's probably awake. With his performance schedule in Vegas, there's no way he's not a night owl. She walks back to her car to warm up and look around for some way she can try to get his attention. Then she sees it in her backseat: a ream of copy paper. There's a black marker in her purse that she keeps there just in case, so she digs it out. She writes on the paper in big letters:

I’M THE GIRL THAT HUGGED YOU ON STAGE ON SATURDAY.

She'll have to assume she's the only one that did that. She writes it on a few more papers and then scribbles her name and phone number on all of them.

“This is crazy.” Jo mutters to herself as she stands at the gates, bouncing from one foot to the other with an armload of paper airplanes. It takes her a few tries and she has to walk to a place where the wall is a little lower, but eventually she's able to sail all of them over to his side. She imagines that the guards are probably getting a good kick out of what she's doing, but she doesn't care. This is too important. But she's done all she can do tonight. The ball is now literally in his court. Hopefully, he'll see the notes and call her. Or he won't and she can finally put to rest this idea that she has stuck in her brain and go on that date with Alan from work. He's been after her for months now and she's running out of excuses to say no. Jo gets back in her car, rubbing her hands together for warmth, and says a silent prayer that Elvis will call.

******

Until Chapter 2!

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“We had a problem with Elvis when he was driving - he was a good driver, a very good driver - but for some reason he just could not read road signs. If you came to a fork in the road, well, he’d take the wrong one every time” ~ From an interview with Scotty Moore

Idk why but something about him not being able to read road signs is just too cute 🫶🏼

[prsleysbabe]

Summary: When Elvis comes home, he finds you dancing and singing around his room and he can't help but admire you.

Warnings: Bad writing from me, fluff, no smut

Elvis has been away all day due to rehearsals for his first show in vegas, plus, a production company is making a movie showing how Elvis rehearses, how much time he spends getting ready for a show and showing how Elvis performs.

From this you have been feeling quite lonesome being in his place all alone all day. To try and lift your spirits you take a nice bath, put on your favourite blue babydoll dress, do your hair all nice and put on some makeup and make your way over to Elvis' record player. You sit on the floor looking through all his records and some of your own before you find one of your favourite. A vinyl of 'The Ronettes' and it has one of your all time favourite songs on it.

You get all excited and start taking the vinyl out of its packaging. Once you have it out, you delicately place it in the record player and place the needle on top of the vinyl.

As the music starts playing, you turn the knob round that controls the volume and have it all the way around.

You begin to feel the serotonin starting to seep into brain and instantly you feel so much better as you start dancing and singing. You grab your hairbrush and start singing into it and start standing on the furniture, pretending that you are doing a little performance.

While you are so occupied with the music, Elvis stops behind the door before opening it because he suddenly hears your voice and the music, he can hear you singing your pretty little heart out and he can't help but chuckle to himself.

Elvis slowly opens the door and closes it behind him, attempting not to make a single noise so that he doesn't alert you.

You and Elvis have only been dating for a few months and he knows that it takes you a bit of time to get fully comfortable with someone and this is the first time he has seen this side to you. Elvis leans against the doorway and looks right at you as you continue dancing and singing.

"So won't you, please, be my, be my baby, be my little baby, my one and only, say you'll be my darlin', be my, be my baby. Be my baby now, my one and only, woah-oh-oh-oh". As you finish singing this part of the song, you turn around and see Elvis standing there, watching you and smiling. You stop dancing instantly and go dead silent.

"Don't stop on my account, honey. I was quite enjoying it" Elvis teases as he pushes himself off the wall and starts walking over to you.

"I uh.. I didn't hear you come in". You say while all embarrassed. You swear you can feel your cheeks go scolding hot and you know that Elvis is probably looking at a very red face now.

"Awe don't be embarrassed, honey. Hell after a performance like that I should make you one of my little dancers and maybe you can be my backing vocals on stage". Elvis continues to tease and he lets out a little chuckle.

"Elvis stop. Can we just forget about this please". You exclaim, starting to get a little agitated as you start walking away from him into the lounge area.

Elvis watches as you walk away from him and starts feeling a little guilty for teasing you. He follows you and catches your arm in his wrist and pulls you toward him.

"Honey, I didn't mean to upset ya. I just never seen you act like that and be so comfortable. I liked seeing my girl like that, don't be upset me" Elvis says to you as he reaches up and strokes your cheek with his thumb. "You don't gotta be embarrassed none, not round me, okay honey?". He asks you with reassurance in his eyes.

You give him a little nod

"Good". He smiles, "Now give me a hug, Darlin". He says to you.

You smile lightly and reach up to wrap your hands around his neck as he wraps his arms around your figure and places a small kiss on your head.

[prsleysbabe]

Why must we be like this

Warnings- ALL PARTIES ARE 18+, best friends dad, cheating on wife, drugs, smut!, foot fetish, power kink, cursing, elvis pushing reader to limit, manipulation, age gap, anal, oblivious reader, virgin reader (Lisa was born earlier and is 18 as well as the reader)

You and lisa smiled widely at the large hotel her dad was staying in, the one you and her would be staying in as well, you both gave your bags to the doormen and headed upstairs, you adjusted your skirt you secretly wore just for elvis. Heading to his room with lisa, both of you running to him and forcing a group hug onto him.

“Hey girls” he says with a laugh after finding his footing again. “How was the trip?” He asks pressing a kiss to each of your heads, lingering a little longer on your head and taking in the scent of your shampoo.

“It was good..excusing me though..im gonna go take a nap in our room..y/n?” Lisa says

“Ill hang out up here a little longer, gonna watch the football game” you say, it wasn’t uncommon for that to happen either you enjoyed the games and watching elvis yell at the teams, you earn a nod from lisa before heading to the couch and sitting down, watching the ball get tossed around, you knew nothing of the sport you just poked fun at elvis.

“How was the plane ride? Y’all have a bumpy one?” He asks, you smile at him and shake your head. “No it was smooth, till lisa tried to drive, its like when you try to drive the plane” you say with a chuckle, getting a eye roll from Elvis.

“It made me chip my nail..it really upset me, the ones you took us to get done, i kept them so nice till today” you sigh as you looks at the chipped nail, elvis reaches over and grabs your hand, looking at the nail himself. “Well ‘m sorry honey..i can take ya to fix ‘em..” he said softly, running his finger over the chip.

“Its fine crazy, ill live” you chuckle, pulling your hand away and laying your head back on the couch. “Priscilla is wanting to come up by the way. Shes really gotta stop ticking me off too. She acts like she-, nevermind forgot i was talking to you” he frowns at your cut off and shakes his head. “No honey, talk to me.” He softly spoke, laying his hand on your leg and squeezing softly.

“Well..I don’t want you mad..” you say, sighing and messing with your nail. “If ya don’t stop messin’ with your nails ill get them redone, hows cilla been to ya baby. I could never get mad at ya” you sigh and look at the tv.

“Shes just a bitch sometimes..she acts better then me..she likes to exclude me from things that lisa wants me to be a part of an’ she doesn’t let me stay the night when youre gone..” you explain, elvis takes in what you said and frowns deeper.

“‘M so sorry honey..ill talk to her” he reassured, panic set in as he got up, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down, accidentally pulling too hard. It caused him to come crashing down on you, his hip pressed up against your pelvis, forcing him to rut against your thigh, his nose slammed into your forehead.

Elvis groaned in both pain and pleasure. “Ow, fuck sorry..” you mumble, rubbing where his nose hit. Not realizing he was straddling your thigh, creating a problem for himself.

“Dont..dont call her..please..” you begged softly, earning a sigh and reluctant nod, getting off you and clearing his throat. “If you call her el..she might not let me see lisa when you’re gone..I need my best friend..” you add to ensure he didn’t call his wife.

“You’re such a good friend to my lil’ yisa ya know that?” He says, smiling and crouching down to be eye level with you. “I try to be..all you guys mean so much too me..” you say softly, he started to become hyper aware of your features. Your lips looked so red and kissable with that pretty lipstick you applied, you’re eyes shone brighter then the stage lights he had to endure every night. You were nothing less then a goddess, how had he not realized what the look you always gave him meant, how you look at him with a small pout, puppy eyes he wants to kiss your whole face.

“Hello?” You say with a chuckle. “Sorry baby..” he breathes out, getting up and straightening out his jacket, clearing his throat. “Games almost over, ya should probably head down to the room” he says sitting back down and keeping his eyes on the tv.

You nod, getting up and going to the door. Elvis trained his eyes on your legs, looking up to your ass and back down. You were really oblivious to how he’s looking at you, especially when he’s drugged up. He doesn’t hide it well but he hides it enough for you not to notice.

You went down to the room he got for you and lisa, going in and getting on your bed. “Your dad is so weird sometimes” you say, shaking your head and chuckling. “Yeah, I don’t think he knows how to act around anyone” she says jokingly, you nod in agreement.

—A week later—

You said goodnight to lisa and headed up to Elvis’ room, you had promised to watch a movie with him- well you and lisa but lisa was too tired so you went alone.

You went in and smiled as you seen elvis ready with popcorn, candy and some other snacks. He smiled up at you then quirked a brow.

“Wheres yisa?” He asks, you go over and sit down, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and covering up then stealing some of the popcorn.

“Shes too tired so its just me tonight” you say after swallowing. He nods and presses play on the remote, scooting closer to you and taking some of the blanket. He wrapped his arm around you and gently pulled you closer to him as well.

“She gonna come to the next one?” He asks, as much as he did want to be alone with you right now, he still wished lisa would have came too.

“Yes crazy she’s coming to the next one” you say. He nods and lays his hand on the outer part of your thigh, rubbing his thumb against your skin softly. Happy you wore the short pajama shorts he’d bought you a few months back.

He looked at you as you paid attention to the movie, taking in every detail of you. He clenched his jaw and moved his hand to the inside part of your thigh, pulling your legs apart.

“What are you doing?” You ask softly, looking at him. He swallowed back and clenched his jaw again.

“Tryin’ to make ya more comfortable” he lies, he knew you wouldn’t question him- matter-of-fact he knew you’d believe him. He could manipulate you so easily and he knew it.

You nod and look back at the tv. You poor thing, he thought. He was trying so hard to hold back but he wanted you, one thing about Elvis is he gets what he wants.

And what he wants is to corrupt the hell out of you. You had talked about sex with him before, you wanted to wait for the right man. Elvis believed- knew, he was the right man.

His hand traveled up your thigh as you kept watching the movie. He had no chance at paying attention to the movie, without anything stopping him he knew he’d get what he wants, tonight.

“Look at me for a second sweet girl” he says, bringing his other hand up and making you look at him.

“I want ya to tell me somethin’ an’ i want the god honest truth. Got it?” He says, you nod softly. “What do ya think of me?” He asks.

“I love you, you and Lisa mean alot to me. You’re like family” you say smiling at him, he frowns a bit. “N-not what i meant baby..all of lisas other friends find me attractive an’ what not, do ya think the same?” He asks, your cheeks heat up as try to look down, Elvis making you continue to look at him.

“Well..yeah..but everyone does I figured it wouldn’t be so bad..” you answer. He smirks and shakes his head. “No baby it ain’t, i just needed to know” he says before pressing his palm against you.

Your eyes widen a bit, trying to look down but Elvis tightened his grip on your face. “Let me take care of ya” he says biting his lip. “Elvis..is this something we’re supposed to be doing?” You ask.

He clenched his jaw and nodded. “Yeah” he says, of course you believed him. He shouldn’t be manipulating you but he cant help it when it comes so easy. He craves to be near you. He craves to be in you.

“I wanna-..i want ya to have the rest of my kids.” He says, you frown and search his face. He didn’t want to sink so low but he was about to. He was going to completely manipulate you into being with him.

“God made ya for me, he made that very clear to me” he says, he knows that you’d listen to him but you would definitely listen to god. You were a pure Christian girl.

“Oh..what about lisa?” You ask. He shakes his head “don’ tell her a word of what happens tonight” he responds, you nod in understanding.

“What do you want me to do Elvis?” You ask, he smirks and pulls the blanket off the both of you. “Take them pretty short off an’ sit in my lap okay, ill show ya the rest” he says, you shake your head and look at your hands.

“I didn’t..i didn’t put on anything underneath” you say, Elvis gets up and goes to his room, grabbing a white pair of underwear with a little pink bow on them, going back out and handing them to you.

“Change into them for me baby” you nod and get up as he sits back down, changing into the underwear and getting in his lap.

Elvis lets out a soft sigh. “This is gonna be a bit of a weird feelin’ but it’s gonna make me feel so so so good baby..” he says, grabbing your hips and moving you slowly against his crotch.

“Oh fuck..yes..” he huffs, you frown at the feeling, it feels good just unusual. “I need to be in ya..i gotta..” he says impatiently, he pulls the underwear you just got on off and pulls his pants down as he lays you against the couch.

He wasn’t going to be easy with you and he felt bad but he was too far gone. His lust for you was so intense, he could not think a single thought except for how hard he’s going to fuck you.

Without much of a warning he lined himself up and slammed his hips forward, your eyes widen as a scream comes out of you, he moves his hand to your mouth and shakes his head. “Don’ scream, holy fuck..” he huffs, leaning down and kissing your head.

Tears fell down your cheeks as you stared at him, he was a mess over you, there was no way he could stop himself now- now that he’s made you a woman. You’re his, you’re all his. It’s all he’s longed for and he finally has you.

He moves his hips at a fast pace, being extra sure to slam all of himself into you with every thrust. Tears continued to fall down your cheeks as he did.

“Baby don’ cry, it’ll feel good soon..trust your crazy. Me an’ lil’ elvis would never hurt ya..oh fuck.. fuck relax baby, youre gonna cut my damn dick off if you keep tensing up like that” he says, you gulp as it very slowly turns into more pleasure then pain.

“Thats it baby..you’re so good for me..such a good girl..”he says, moving his hand from your mouth and pressing his lips to yours sloppy, he shoved his tongue into your mouth, trying to get you to be as sloppy as him. It worked.

You make him a completely different- crazy version of himself, he’d murder to be with you again. Literally.

He pulled away and pulled your shirt off, squeezing one of your breasts softly. “Oh my god..” you moan.

“Not god, just me baby..” he huffs cockily. He’d officially done it, what he’s craved, what he’s pray to be helped, he’s corrupted the poor little woman under him. In such the worst way, but he couldn’t help it. The second you sat on his lap he lost all control of himself.

You were about to reach your climax as he pulls up, definitely a first experience, but he was quick to flip you over and pull you up, slamming himself right back into you, gripping onto your hair and pulling your head back.

“Let the world hear what i do to ya baby..let them know who ya gave yourself to” he huffs, looking at the window, looking at the view of the city and smirking as he hears your moans, different words you use in place of curse words and his name.

Music to his ears is what it was. He’s only ever dreamed of this, he wasn’t so sure this wasn’t a dream he was in a trance of his own as you moaned louder, catching your release.

He smiles widely and slams himself harder into you, catching his own release and making sure you get every drop of him before he pulls out.

You collapse on your stomach and huff as you try to catch your breath. He’s not done though he wants to ruin everything of yours. He gets up and grabs you, making you sit up.

“Open your mouth” he says, pinching your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger. Watching you open your mouth before he grabs the sides of your head, pulling you forward before pressing himself into your mouth, going all the way in making you gag around him.

“Oh..” he breathes out, you looked up through your lashes tiredly. That only turned him on more, he held your head in place and pushed his hips up against your face before moving back and forth at a little bit of a slower pace than he was earlier.

“Ya my personal lil’ sex toy ain’t ya baby? Doin’ so good not talkin’ back or anythin’” he says, smirking as you gag around him again. “Not that ya can really talk back right no- woah! Hey! Watch the teeth shit” he says sternly.

You frown your brows up at his tone, tears that already collected in your eyes from gagging falling down. You can’t really do much to help yourself seeing as he was still face fucking you.

He noticed your change in demeanor somehow and chuckled. “I aint mad, just watch out, lil’ Elvis is sensitive.” He says, you nod as much as you can before he goes back to spitting curses and praises, soon coming to his second release of the night.

Letting go in your throat and making you swallow as he pulls out. “Thats my girl..you’re doin’ so good for me” he says, leaning down and grabbing your leg, rubbing down to feet and humming as he looks at them.

“Ya got some pretty feet baby..makes me want more..” he says, your eyes widen.

“I don’t know if i can take it elvis..” you say softly. “Ya can baby, i got ya, just a few more times then ya can get some rest” he says, you nod a bit and watch him go to the tv, putting something else in and going back to the couch.

He sits down and pulls you into his lap so you can see the tv. “Ya know them dancin’ videos ya use to follow? You’re gonna watch this an’ learn how to do it, don’ let lisa see it.” He says, you nod and watch as the movie starts, your lips parting as you watch.

Elvis lifts you up and lines himself up, lowering you down. You quickly look back at him and get off him.

“You missed” you say, he laughs and shakes his head. “No i didn’ baby, i was where i wanted to be” he says, you hesitate a second before getting back in his lap.

He lifts you up again and lowers you back on him, a soft moan leaves your mouth as he does. You try to keep your eyes on the tv, subconsciously looking away as some of the scenes start but elvis quickly makes you look back at the tv.

This poor couch, you thought, glancing down then looking back at the tv. Elvis lays his hand on the back of your neck and leans you down as he stands up, you press your hands to the coffee table looking at the tv again as he slams himself into, again..

“Fuck..” elvis moans lowly, squeezing your ass. “Elvis, i don’t think i can take much more..” you say as softly as you possibly could in the moment.

“Ya can, just shut your mouth for a minute” he says, pulling you up by your hair. “Be good for me..id hate to punish ya for bein’ a bad girl” he adds, and that worked, you don’t want him to call you that because that would absolutely destroy you.

Not too long after he was catching his release again, huffing and sitting down with you still in his lap.

“Just a few more times baby, i promise” he says, lifting you up and laying you against the couch. He gets between your legs and leans down, wasting no time and immediately pressing his tongue into you.

You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair. “Oh-..” you breathe out in surprise, laying your head back. The feeling of his tongue soothing the ache a little bit.

“That feels nice..” you hum, rolling your hips against his face. He moves a hand to your foot and brings your foot down to his dick. He rubbed your foot softly against him, making him groan against his tongue.

He presses himself against your the bottom of your foot, rutting himself against it. “Elvis-..oh-“ you huff as you catch your release yet again.

He follows after you, coming on your foot as he licks up your release. “You’re so damn good..” he says, rubbing your foot softly before getting on his knees, pulling you to him and rubbing himself against you.

“That feel good? Ya sure make me feel good..” he says, you nod and moan weakly. “So good..” he breathes out. “‘M gonna make sure ya have my child.” He adds before pressing himself into, going even faster than before somehow, pulling weak and tired moans from you.

“‘M sorry” he breathes out, he was starting to feel bad but we wasn’t going to stop till he had his fill. “It’s okay..” you mumble.

He continued and continued pushing you to your limit, even pushing himself, he lost count of how many times he’s came. After a while he slows down and pulls out, leaning down and wrapping his arms around you.

“Go to sleep..i got ya” he says, kissing your head and picking you up, taking you to the bedroom, laying you down and going to the bathroom, cleaning the blood on your thighs and going to the living room, cleaning up the couch and the mess of popcorn.

He grabs your shorts when he’s done and goes to the bedroom getting your hair brushed out a bit before he decides to start a bath to get you cleaned up.

He goes and starts it, waiting for it to fill up then picking you up, taking you to the bath. He carefully washes your hair out and cleans off your body, paying extra attention to your foot and thighs.

He gets done and grabs you out of the bath, getting your hair dried and your body then putting your clothes on you, grabbing some lotion and rubbing your legs and feet softly trying to help some of what you’ll feel in the morning.

Once he’s got you ready for bed he lifts you up and carries you to the bed, laying you down and kissing you softly, looking over your face as you sleep.

“‘M so sorry lil’..” he whispered before getting himself cleaned up and ready for bed, he crawls in by you and wraps his arms around you going to sleep.

The moment you wake up and go to move, tears fill your eyes. “Ow” you breathe out, Elvis hums and stirs awake, pulling you closer to him making the pain worse making you hiss.

“Elvis let go of me..” you say, tears slipping down your cheeks, he looks up at you with guilt in his eyes.

“‘M sorry baby..” he says softly, letting go of you. You sigh in relief and close your eyes, staying as still as possible. “Did you mean to hurt me?” You ask softly, opening your eyes and looking at him.

“No..i just..i couldn’ help myself..’m so sorry..” he says, laying a hand on your thigh and gently rubbing up and down.

“Ill be more careful..” he says softly.

[prsleysbabe]

დ︎ “needy.” — dom! elvis x fem! reader დ︎

note: requested / warnings: innocent reader + dom elvis, dry-humping, fingering, p in v sex, no protection, degrading, elvis is asleep for a bit but the whole ordeal is entirely consensual. / summary: you can’t think straight when you're so sleep deprived n’ horny– but elvis knows what to do once he catches you grinding on his thigh. 

You tossed and turned in the bed, the heat between her thighs unwavering no matter how much you tried to push it away. You had tried to touch yourself, swirling your fingers lazily around your clit, using your other hand to stifle the moans and whimpers that escaped your mouth. You didn’t like to touch yourself… You felt so…nasty. Elvis was beside you, asleep and none the wiser which only aided to your shame. But nothing you did eased your growing arousal. Turning over to face Elvis you saw he was definitely asleep, he was deep-sleeper most of the time. You bit your lip nervously, unsure of what to do. Maybe it was your sleep deprived mind, the burning heat between your legs, or both but you got an idea. Climbing carefully overtop of him you rested gently on his thigh, the soft fabric of your panties colliding with his bare skin. Taking a deep breath you slowly began to rut against his thigh, moving your body slowly allowing the friction to grow. You could feel the warmth of Elvis's body. Your heart raced as you straddled him, feeling the hardness of his thigh beneath you. The fabric of your panties brushed against his skin, and the sensation was electric. You closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan as you began to grind against him.Your body moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, your hips rolling lazily against his thigh. Your nipples hardened against the soft fabric of your nightgown, and you could feel the wetness seeping through your panties. The heat between your legs intensified, and you knew you needed more. Your hand slipped under the waistband of your panties, fingertips grazing over your swollen clit. You gasped, the sensation heightening your arousal. Elvis stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open and his body understanding the pressure he felt on his leg. He watched you for a moment, your eyes slammed shut and your free hand covering your mouth. Elvis chuckled quietly, grabbing ahold of your hips and abruptly stopping you. “Whatcha’ doin there, babydoll…: He says, his voice slightly raspier than normal. Your heart dropped to your feet, embarrassment flooding your body in an instant. You froze, your face flushing a deep shade of red as Elvis's eyes met yours.  You felt like you could cry. Your hand dropped from your mouth, and you bit your lip, unable to form a coherent response. You felt so exposed, so vulnerable in that moment. “Now don’t look at me like that. You know whatcha’ doin…my baby's needy…isn’t she?” He cood, running his hands across your hips and moving down to your thigh before arching his leg so that it was pressing against your cunt. 

“M’ sorry…” You groaned as Elvis pushed his knee harder against your cunt,  hands gripping your hips firmly as you couldn't help but let out a shaky breath at the sensation. His words, the way he spoke, seemed to be intent on intoxicating you. You felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, but you couldn’t help yourself. Your body was begging for release, and you couldn't help but move against him again, grinding your clothed cunt against his warm, hard skin. The heat between your legs was unbearable, and the feeling of his knee against your clit only made it worse. You bit your lip as your breathing grew heavier, your body writhing against his leg. The sound of your moans grew louder, and you felt your thighs quiver as you neared the edge. The friction against your clit was almost too much to bear, your body aching for release. Elvis' hands squeezed your hips firmly, his knee pressing even harder against your cunt. You felt your orgasm building within you, the sensation too intense to be ignored. Your body tensed, and you cried out as an intense wave of pleasure washed over you. You bucked against Elvis, the orgasm rocking through your body, leaving you breathless and trembling. The aftershocks of your climax lingered, your body still shaking as you tried to regain your composure. Elvis rubbed your sides whispering softly into your ear, "That's a good girl." He praised, as you tried to come down from your high. You whimpered, still feeling that overwhelming sense of shame, but also that sweet sense of relief. Feeling Elvis’ hands snake down your hips to between your thighs, adjusting his position he slid  his hand underneath your panties, his hand cupping your mound. A moan escaped your lips, your body arching into his touch. "Shhh, don't worry. I've got you, baby," Elvis whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. He continued to work your clit, his touch firm yet gentle. You didn't think you could take much more as you began to lose yourself in the pleasure, Elvis' finger slipped inside you, slick with your arousal. The sensation caused you to shudder, your nails digging into his chest as you tried to hold onto something solid. "Fuck, Elvis, please..." you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. Elvis smirked, his finger pumping in and out of you, your cries of pleasure filling the room. "You want more, don't you, baby?" He asked, his voice low and demanding. You nodded frantically, unable to speak through your moans.

"Fuck, I need my cock in you," he growled, pulling your panties off completely. He scooted you off of him, giving you a slightly menacing grin. "Now, spread your legs, and let your daddy fuck you properly." The command in his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you did as instructed, spreading your legs wide and exposing your needy cunt. Elvis stood up, revealing his erect cock. It was a beautiful sight, thick and ready to be buried deep within you. He positioned his cock at your entrance, rubbing the head against your slick folds. His eyes met yours, lustful and dominant. "You want this, baby, right? Couldn’t even fuckin’ wait for me." he growled, smirking. You nodded, unable to speak as your body trembled with anticipation. With a powerful thrust, Elvis pushed his cock inside you, filling you up completely. A loud moan escaped your lips, and you clung to the sheets as your body adjusted to his size. Elvis let out a loud groan as he watched you squirm. “Stay still.” He moaned as he began to thrust into you, his hips slapping against your ass with each deep stroke. The sound of your flesh meeting echoed through the room, and you felt every inch of him within you. He fucked you mercilessly, your body rocking with each thrust. The wet sounds of your flesh meeting his cock filled the room, and you could feel the ache building deep within your core. “My baby sa’ needy….” He groaned, watching your body bounce up and down, the wetness coating your thighs and his cock. “F-Fuck E-Elvis!” Elvis's pace grew frantic, his thrusts more forceful as he neared his climax. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, the slapping of flesh, and the scent of lust. Your body was trembling, the pleasure building within you once more. His fingers digging into your hips, his nails burying themselves in your skin as his thrusts grew more desperate. "M’ gonna fill ya up….god. Cum for me, baby, cum with me." he demanded, his voice thick with lust. You felt your orgasm building, the sensation growing more intense with each thrust. "Fuck, Elvis, I'm cumming!" you cried out, your body arching off the bed, the orgasm rocking through you, and leaving you spent and breathless. Elvis followed closely behind, groaning your name as he emptied himself inside of you. His cock pulsed, the warmth of his seed filling you up. He pulled out, collapsing beside you, both of you panting heavily. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you close as you both tried to catch your breath. "That's a good girl, baby," he whispered, stroking your hair as you rested against his chest. 

“Next time, tell daddy ‘fore you get up an’ make a big ol’ mess on his leg.”

hii! i hope y’all like this one :3 it was fun to write, srry it’s a bit short n’ sorry for any typos— i just got contacts and my eyes are mega dialated 😭 ALSO TYSM FOR 400 FOLLOWERS??? I LOVE YALL SO MUCH 😵‍💫😵‍💫🖤🖤

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Sleepy Angel

Summary: You as the reader are getting very tired while Elvis is with his friends and he notices.

Warnings: Absolutely none, this is complete fluff (This is my first time writing fan fiction so please bear with me)

When you are dating THE Elvis Presley, you have to be prepared for a very messed up sleep schedule. That man will stay up until early mornings and will sleep In till afternoon, it's a nightmare.

That being said, it is currently 1am and Elvis and his friends have been sitting in the living room for a good few hours now. While Elvis has been sitting in his chair, you have been laying on the couch struggling to keep you eyes open. You would go to bed but you hate going to bed without Elvis, you get lonesome when he isn't with ya. So instead, you shall continue to sit here and struggle until Elvis is ready to go to bed.

Out of the corner of Elvis' eye, he sees your head flopping to the side constantly as you make a cute attempt to keep your eyes open. Elvis can't help but chuckle to himself as he watches you.

As Elvis continues to observe you, he decides to stand up and walk over to you. Your body is hunched up with your knees tucked into your chest while you lay sideways.

Elvis gently sits down next to you and leans down to you.

"Ya tired, honey?" He asks you in his softest tone, the words rolling off his tongue like silk. He brings his hand up and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Your tiredness has gone past the point of being able to talk, so instead you answer him by nodding your head slightly.

Elvis continues to give you soft and gentle touches as he says, "my poor baby. Why don't ya go on up to bed, hm?".

You turn your head slightly to meet his eyes and say, "ion wanna go without you, I wanna stay with you".

Elvis can't help but get little flutters in his chest as you look at him with your doe eyes and talk to him with your mellow, soft voice that he just adores.

"C'mere, baby" he instructs you as he stands up from the couch band holds his arms out.

You slowly sit up and stand up from your position, only to have Elvis pick you up and have you wrap your legs and arms around him.

He turns his head to look at his friends and says, "Party's over gentlemen" and with that he leaves the living room with you in his arms and he carries you up to the bedroom and lays you gently on the bed.

After placing you down, you ask, "Are you getting into bed too?"

He smiles down at you and answers you by saying, "yes, honey, I'll be with you in a minute". He walks into the bathroom after that to get into his pyjamas and do whatever he needs to do before bed. \

After a few minutes, Elvis emerges from the bathroom to see you still wide awake, waiting for him.

"Baby, you coulda gone to sleep while I was in there" he says to you as he slides into the bed next to you.

As soon as he's in, you slide your way over and snuggle Into him and wrap yourself around him as though he was a big teddy bear.

"I was waitin" you say softly as you close your eyes.

"Waiting for what, honey?" he asks as he looks down at you

"you" is all you say before you feel sleep takeover.