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Sinned Awakening pt. 21🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin! Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, SMUTTT, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: Hello everyone happy Sunday! Thanks for convincing me to keep writing! The support over this fic is amazing so thank you so so much! Exciting stuff is happening in this part and really hope you enjoy where I’ve taken this! Please comment, message, and reblog if you feel so inclined ❤️

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

May 1973

Spoiled was an understatement of how you were getting treated by Elvis these last few weeks. You didn’t deserve such things, but he was insistent. You two flew around the country, getting to see things you never thought you’d get the chance to in this life. Elvis canceled his upcoming tour to spend time with you and his manager just about lost his head about it. Elvis gave him one look that just about drained all the color out of his face when he said no to him. He never got questioned about it after that.

Elvis was sure he was going to give you every human experience you wanted to have. Part of you was excited to try new things, taste new foods, and see places you never knew existed. There was another small part of you would miss certain things. You’d miss the warmth of the sun, and the comfort of a soft blanket wrapped around you. All of it would be so different for you. An unknown world was going to be unleashed and it was going to be a huge adjustment. Elvis was gracious and patient with you, assuring you everything was going to be alright. You believed every word he said, knowing he would be by your side through the entire time. 

He kept you up all night making deep, passionate love to you at all hours of the night. You weren’t going to miss sleep that’s for sure. He was making up for lost time and was worshiping you any chance he could. Making love to him was like a song, something that started slow and sultry, then crescendos into something electric and thrilling. He knew how to make you sing and hit all the right notes. You were indeed his favorite song to play. 

You knew he tried to ignore the bite marks on your body, but you felt when his eyes would stare at them in frustration. You suggested to him to feed from those scarred spots, hoping that maybe his bite would heal them in some way but he wouldn’t let himself do that. The shame and guilt he had inside him was still present and it was going to take time to get through those feelings. 

But you’d let him feed when he wanted and he began to not be as shy about asking if he could. The more he did it, the more you found it insanely attractive. The pain was still prominent when he initially sunk his teeth in you but it faded away after a short period of time. It was something he needed to survive and you were more than happy to give that to him. Each time he fed, there was a small part of you that wanted him to finish the process so you could turn. But he wouldn’t let himself do that to you. He was adamant about keeping you human til your birthday like you wanted. 

He took you to Hawaii the week of your birthday and you think that this has to be your new favorite place in this world. It was more stunning than you could ever imagine. Elvis would tell you stories of the times he’s visited and the movies he’s made there. He was here earlier in the year recording the first worldwide concert via satellite. He was so proud of the concert, every time he brought it up, he had this big smile on his face and was so happy he got to do it. He couldn’t help but marvel over the fact he made history doing that concert. He definitely had a love for this place and you could see why. The waters were more blue than you could have dreamed and cool enough to relax your body after laying out on the beach for too long. 

Elvis would watch you enjoy your time here while he stayed underneath the shade of an umbrella. He would come and join you for a bit in the water and keep his shirt on to shield him as much as possible from the sun. It made his skin hurt though and he couldn’t stay out there that long with you. You understood and thought it was cute he still wanted to be out there with you regardless. After your legs get tired from swimming, you get out of the water and receive a devious look from him, his eyes eating you up as water dripped off your body. You smirk at him and shake your head gently.

“What do we have here,” he says softly.

“It’s just me,” you say shyly.

“No, I think it’s the love of my life,” he says pulling you on top of him.

He scoops you into his arms, holding you tightly and taking a deep breath in, giving you kisses on your cheek. His cool body temperature gives you goosebumps after getting out of the water and need a towel to dry off. He senses you’re cold and wraps a towel around you that was lying out in the sun getting warm. It felt so nice on your skin, making you feel cozy and warm.

“Let's go back to the room for a bit hmm?” He says softly. You nod your head and he takes your hand as you walk toward the hotel. You had the penthouse suites, of course, to give you and Elvis the most amount of privacy while you stayed here. He would get awestruck looks while you went through the lobby and a few people stopped him for an autograph.

You took the elevator all the way up to the top floor, holding him around his waist. The mood felt tense like he was nervous for you. Once you both are in the room, he locks the door behind him and looks at you softly, his eyes looking unwaveringly. You smile at him and turn to go on the balcony, looking out at the light blue waters on the horizon. You don’t hear him walk your way, but feel his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back into his body. You sigh at the feeling of him, loving him more than you could have possibly imagined.

“Are you having a good birthday honey?” He asks low into your ear.

“Yes, I am. The best one ever,” you hum softly.

“Well, if you wanted to have more birthdays, you can always have that option…” he trails off. You squeeze at his hand, turn around to face him, and pull him in for a kiss. 

“No, I don’t need any other special days when I get to have you forever,” you assure him. 

“Mhmm… okay baby, as long as you’re happy. Was there anything else you wanted?” He asks, slowly trailing his hand down your back.

You can’t help that your heart gallops at the sight of him or how he has that look on his face that could make you do anything he wants. He smirks at the sound of your fluttering heart and pulls you in closer. Your bodies melt into each other and your brain begins to fog over at any logical thinking. You repeat the question he asked in your head and smirk at him.

“N-no, there’s nothing else I could possibly want. Was there anything you wanted to give me?” You ask cheekily.

He chuckles amused, tucking your hair behind your ear, “yes there was. There was one more human thing I wanted to give you…” he says. You look at him a bit confused, not sure what he’s getting at.

“When I first told you about our bond, I knew it was hard for you. The notion of giving up your human life and being part of a vampire one was a lot to handle. I know you said you were scared and had a future to look forward to and make for yourself. That’s why we’ve been traveling so much, getting you to see new things you never have before. And that will never stop, I’ll keep showing you new places. I wanted to give you something else that you mentioned you were going to miss.”

He slowly bent down on one knee and pulled a ring box from his pocket. He opens the small, red velvet box and looks up at you, love overflowing his gaze. A stunning diamond ring is looking at you and sparkles in the sunlight.

“Honey, will you do the immense honor of marrying me?” He says as his voice trembles.

You hold your breath, not believing this is really happening. The diamond was huge. You’d never seen something so extravagant other than the rings Elvis wears. It was an emerald cut with a pavé band in yellow gold and was the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.

“Oh my God, honey, are you serious?!” You breathe.

“Yes baby, I want you. In every possible way, in the human way, by making you my wife, but also as my Chosen and make you mine forever,” he confesses.

Tears well up in your eyes and your heart leaps out with joy and love for him.

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” you say, your voice shaky and in disbelief.

He stands up to wrap you in his arms and hug you tightly. He kisses you with so much love and passion it makes you dizzy. You pull at his arms to have him somehow hold you tighter and it leaves you breathless. He pulls away to look at you, smiling and taking the ring out of the box.

You shakily hold your hand out and he slips the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit and looked more beautiful than you could have ever imagined any ring could have looked on you.

“We can go get married whenever you want. Just tell me when and I’ll make it happen,” he tells you.

“What about the press? Won’t it look weird if you just suddenly get married after just getting divorced?” You ask worried.

“I don’t care about that darlin’. You’re all I care about and what makes you happy. We can do it whenever you want.”

“What about right now? Just go to city hall and do it right there? What do you think?” You say.

He looks at you a little shocked, not expecting you to be so ready for this.

“Yeah, baby? You don’t want a big wedding with your family and friends? There’s no rush,” he says softly. 

“Yeah, that’s what I want. And besides, I want my husband to turn me later,” you press, knowing he’s going to like the sound of that. A low emitted growl comes from his chest and he squeezes your arms.

“Mhmm… that sounds like the most perfect way to go about it,” he says pulling you in for another kiss.

He called his guys and had them arrange everything and get a car ready to head down to city hall. He had enough connections that it wasn’t an issue to put everything together and get a marriage license ready for him. Everyone came to city hall and witnessed you both say your vows and celebrate with you.

It was just enough, it was special but there wasn’t too much attention drawn to you which sounded like your worst nightmare for a wedding. At that moment, it was just you and Elvis. You all quickly got out of the building before the word got leaked that Elvis is now married to a new mystery woman no one’s ever seen him with. For a split second, you think of your mom and Anna finding out this news in the newspaper without a heads up from you. You knew it wasn’t the best way to go about it but you’d deal with them later and knew they’d understand. 

Everyone celebrates up in the penthouse with you both, happiness filling the room and joyful laughter. Elvis kept his arm around you the entire night, not letting you leave his side. He looked down at you from time to time and would just mutter something under his breath you couldn’t hear. You reach up for a kiss and he gives you a soft and tender one.

The sun was starting to set and the sky filled with a beautiful golden-orange sky. As you’re looking out the window, he bends down slightly so he can whisper something in your ear, “I think it’s time to kick everyone out and let me enjoy time with just my wife,” he says softly. Your heart gallops at the notion and you nod your head in agreement. Elvis gets everyone to leave and makes sure to tell them that no one disturb us. The door closes and you shiver at the way he’s looking at you.

He walks slowly to you, not having to say a word to get you to come to him.

“I love you,” he whispers, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you too,” you say back, pulling at his collar and getting him to kiss you. His lips crash into yours and your hands roam freely on his body.

“What did you want to do now?” You ask cheekily.

“It’s your day, you tell me what you need from me,” he says. His tone of voice and the way the slightest touch makes you unravel has to be one of the best things in the world. You would never get enough of him.

You pull him in closer by his arms, “I think you know what I want…I want you to change me,” you plead.

He takes a sharp breath, looking down at you with lust, need, and apprehension in his eyes.

“Are you sure about this? You don’t have to rush anything. It doesn’t have to be today. You could just enjoy being married as a human for a bit,” he assures.

“I’m positive. I want this more than you know. I’m ready to be completely yours,” you hum into his ear. He lets out a pleased grumble and squeezes you tighter, nearly knocking the wind out of you. He quickly releases the grip he has on your waist.

“Sorry baby didn’t mean to squeeze ya so tight,” he snickers, his hands consuming your body.

“Was there a certain way you wanted to do this? I want to make this as painless as possible,” he says softly, concern filling his eyes.

“No, I thought you would know how to do this the best,” you say jokingly.

“Well, yes, I’ve turned people before. I’ve just never turned someone I love so dearly… this is all new to me too,” he jests.

Your heart thumps faster, anxiety and intrigue filling your veins. A million things run through your head and you don’t know what to do exactly. There isn’t a play-by-play of how to become a vampire exactly. Would you go into a blood frenzy the second he bites you? Could it be contained? What would this all feel like? You sort through your scattered thoughts and try to ask them calmly.

“And where should I… bite you?” You say softly. He looks at you intensely, liking the sound of that proposition already.

“Anywhere you want baby, your instincts will take over and you’ll know what to do, trust me,” he coos, softly touching the side of your neck with his fingertips. 

You push at his chest, leading him to the edge of the bed where he sits down when he feels the plush mattress hit the back of his knees. You stand in front of him and want to devour him. A shiver runs through you at that thought and you sit on his lap.

“Kiss me,” you plead, your heart racing against him. He wraps his arms around your waist with a grunt and pulls you even closer to his body. His hand caresses the back of your head and kisses your lips, tenderness and need filling you. You wrap your arms around him tightly and melt into his cool touch. He kisses down your cheek and onto your neck, nipping there causing an airy moan to escape from your lips.

“I wanna fuck you. I want to fuck my wife,” he growls, grinding your core on his bulge. You grumble in his neck and bite there, making him groan.

“Turn me first. Then I’ll be able to keep you up all night and fuck you how you like,” you tease. He bites his lower lip, his large hands cupping your supple breasts.

“You promise? Do you think you can take that all night? Even if you’re a vampire?” he growls. Your cheeks redden, unable to denounce his godawful seductive ways you were sure even in immortal life, you would never be able to handle normally. You sigh at the notion and you feel yourself melt into him.

“Yes, I promise you.” You moan into his mouth, going in for another kiss.

“No, let me make you feel good first. Please let me give you this and I will turn you after,” he tells you.

You don’t want to fight him over this and the way he’s looking at you with these dark and hungry eyes, you can’t say no to him. He beckons you to get closer to him and he crawls back on the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it to the side. You crawl in between his legs and unbutton his pants, needing to feel his naked body on yours.

He lays down on the bed and you unzip your dress, watching how he looks at you with big, needy eyes. You start to pepper kisses up his naked body, making his chest huff with anticipation. Your eyes never leave his as your mouth gets dangerously close to his cock. Your tongue licks the underside of his shaft in one long swipe and he groans in agony. You gently rub his cock in your hand and look up at him innocently.

“Let me make you feel good. Just like this,” you coo, sucking on his head, moving the rest of his length with your hand. 

“Goddamn baby, no,” he commands. You stop and he pulls at your arms to make you get on top of him. You look up at him unsure what he’s doing.

“I need to take care of you, the way I want to,” he grumbles, his hand slithering up to your neck and squeezing there. “Let me take care of my wife real nice now.”

You grab onto his wrist and your eyes roll back at the pressure closed around your neck. 

“You know I’ll be just as strong as you when you turn me. Enjoy getting your way with me now while I can’t put up a good fight,” you tease. He grunts at that notion and gives you his hungry stare, his eyes slowly devouring your body. 

“Oh, darlin’ what makes you think you’ll want to put up a fight? Do you think you’ll be able to fight how much you want me when you’re turned? It’ll be even worse than it is now.” He smirks devilishly. You stare at him drunkenly, not imagining you could want him any more than you do now. 

“Goddamn it, don’t start,” you say holding his jaw, knowing it’s going to fuel him more. You bite the inside of your cheek and feel your core flutter. Fire ignites in his eyes and he pulls by you closer to his face.

“Hmm,” he hums to himself smugly, “I’m not doing anything. I’m just stating mere facts. And by the looks of it,” he pauses and his hand finds your dripping heat, “you like the idea of wanting me more. You like the idea of having my cock ruin you hmm? Just ruining my favorite places to be inside of all night, like this one,” he says as his fingers tease through your folds and circles your entrance.

“And this one,” he coos, pressing his index finger to your lips and you can’t help but lick the pad of it. 

He lets out a satisfied grumble,” Mhmm, I love it when you beg for it, ” He teases, his fingers picking up pace and gathering more of the slick that has accumulated there. You gasp at the friction he gives you and try your best to not give him the satisfaction of showing how good it feels.

“God, I know you do. You just love to hear your name screamed, don’t you? Thought you’d get enough from all the audiences screaming your name,” You hiss. In the blink of an eye, his eyes are dark and ravenous. Two of his fingers plunge into your wet heat and curl them deep inside you. You gasp at the sensation and your eyes roll back.

“I wonder if you’ll be this insolent as a vampire too? I wonder if you’ll always test me and keep having me punish you for saying such things to me,” He says as he gives your ass a swift spank. “You’re going to be exhausted at the rate you don’t listen.” He moves his fingers and twists them deeper inside you and you groan, your hips moving with his hand.

“Elvis,” you hiss at him, his fingers continuing to make you fall apart.

“That’s right honey, you can be louder if you want to, no one’s in the penthouse. Say it one more time for me, nice and loud,” he teases devilishly. You shut your eyes in agony, pleasure skyrocketing into your body and making everything else seem meaningless. 

“Elvisss, please! Please,” you whimper louder. 

“Let me please you, baby. Let me give you more,” he coos. Your heart races a million miles per hour and you give in. Your body stiffens and you feel your core flutter at the notion.

“Yes, I’ll let you take me however you want,” you moan.

“Mhmm, good girl. Turn around and get on me,” he commands.

You look at him unsure, if you’re understanding correctly, you’ve never done this kind of thing and it made you feel like you’re about to die. You do as you’re told though and turn around on him straddling his torso, taking his long length in your hand, getting ready to take him inside your dripping heat. You suddenly feel his hands on your hips and makes you angle them back to his face. You look over your shoulder at him in disbelief. He makes your breathing hitch and your body begins to tremble.

“That’s it, baby, just relax,” he says low. You feel his thumb swipe through your dripping heat and you whine. You felt so exposed, so naughty for doing this sort of thing. You’ve never done this! The most intimate parts of you were just in his face and there was no being modest about anything now. 

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as he plays with you, his thumb gathering your seeping arousal.

“Fuck baby this little pussy just dripping for me? Lookin’ absolutely delicious,” he groans.

That’s when you feel his tongue start to lap through your folds, groaning deeply as he tastes you. His low grumbling sounds made you wetter by the second. God damn him and his perfect mouth. Your chest heaves and you can’t keep your eyes open as he gives you the most intense wave of pleasure. He focuses on teasing you, not staying in one particular place for too long. His hands have a firm grip on your hips, keeping you as still as possible as his mouth does the work.

You open your eyes and find his cock hard and dripping with precum in front of your face. You could barely function with his mouth on you like this but you were going to try to please him too. Your hand gathers the slick on his head and you slowly start to spread it along his length. He lets out a low grumble that sends a vibration through you and you gasp. You do this slowly and try to tease him as much as he did to you but there’s no point. He always wins the teasing game.

You lean your upper body lower and start to swirl your tongue around his head. Another deep moan comes from him and it makes your body feel limp. 

His tongue works faster on you and you let more of his cock slip into your mouth. You both moan together and his hips move up very faintly with your movements. You had never experienced anything like this and it was incredibly fervid getting to get fucked by his perfect mouth and you do the same to him.

You suddenly feel his tongue enter your core and you gasp for air. Your hips can’t help but rock back into his face. It felt too good not to and after all the teasing he’s done, you needed him inside you. 

“Oh God, baby yes. Oh yes, fuck me,” You pant. He responds to you with a moan as his mouth is on you, sucking on your clit and then moving his tongue back inside you.

You try to focus on him more and suck more of his length. He helps you as he moves his cock in and out of you more and your tongue does the rest. But you couldn’t last much longer, not with the way he was devouring your pussy. You can barely catch your breath and his cock was hitting the back of your throat, making the most vile noises. 

He moans again and you are about to get off of him when he stops you and grabs your thighs with his hands.

“Stay on me. Turn around and come sit on my face,” he growls, his voice exhibiting an unparalleled amount of dominance. You do as you’re told and turn around, placing your knees on either side of his head. He greedily grabs your hips, sitting you down, putting his mouth back on your core. It doesn’t take long for him to make you see stars with the way he’s eating you, like it was the first time, making it all too much to handle. Your walls flutter and your body shakes on top of him. Your hips roll on his face, chasing the high of your orgasm and your hand rakes through your hair, looking up to the ceiling. 

 “Oh my God baby,” you cry out, gasping for breath. 

He teases at your entrance, too sensitive after all this but he doesn’t care, he wants to watch you squirm on top of him. It was one of his favorite things to do. Your body keeps shaking and he looks up at you with lust lighting up his dark eyes. 

He lifts you up off his face so that you’re hovering above him on your knees and he turns his face to the inside of your thigh to kiss it but groans slightly instead. The scar from where Daniel bit you was still very prominent there and you were sure it killed Elvis to look at. He groans uncomfortably the more he looks at it. You place your hand on his face, making him look up at you. 

“I’m all yours, no one else's. Feed baby, right there, it’s all yours,” you pant. His hands grip on your thighs tighter and he lets out a frustrated grunt before he sinks his teeth into your scarred flesh. You gasp as his sharp fangs pierce into your fragile skin, all too close to your over-sensitive core. 

You try to stifle the groan that comes out of you, the sharp pain of his fangs making you wince. He’d never fed here before, it was all so new and fragile. Maybe the scar from the previous bite made it ultra-sensitive. Either way, it was all such a new sensation, and pain spread through you.

He swallows your blood delightedly and has a grip around your thighs that makes you immovable. Small groans come from the back of his throat as he feeds, and it just about makes you want to faint. The way he sounds when he’s with you will never be something you’ll ever get tired of. It’s like he’s never touched you before. Never gotten to see you naked. Never tasted any part of you and gets to experience it for the first time.

Your legs begin to quiver and you feel your arousal spill out of you and run down your thigh. He drinks a few more gulps and slowly stops, gently taking his fangs out of you so he doesn’t tear your skin harshly. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and his tongue is back on your thigh, licking the remaining blood that is seeping out of the wound and licking up your spilled arousal. You curse at him, looking down and watching how his hungry eyes light up when he sees you panting above him.

In a flash, he has you pinned on the bed with your arms above your head and his hands firmly pinning you there. “Fuckin’ hell baby,” he grunts. You feel the tip of his cock tease your entrance and you moan, already too overworked to be teased.

“Honey please,” you whimper. 

He gently puts his cock all the way inside you, making you cry out his name, fucking you slow and powerfully.

“Tell me what you want,” he coos, his voice sending shivers through you, moving his hips the way only he can. 

You can’t rationally speak, everything was so overwhelming and your mind couldn’t put together what you wanted to say.

“I w-want…. I- oh please honey I-,” you mutter, unable to put together any cohesive thoughts together. 

His hips snap into you, powerful and claiming, making you want to see stars once again. You groan in torment, unable to focus on anything else but his hard cock fucking you into the bed. 

“Come on baby girl you can say it,” growls, slowing his thrusts to let you catch your breath but still making it difficult. 

“Change me, please. I’m ready,” you tell him. He lets go of your arms and covers your body in kisses, smothering you with his love. He reaches your face and kisses your lips softly, the mood of the room changing dramatically. He fucks you slow and controlled, taking his time in enjoying all of you. 

He takes a sharp breath and glides his finger along the side of your neck where your scar resides. His eyes wander down to the other scars on your chest, your tummy, and the inside of your thigh that is still leaking blood. You wished he wouldn’t look there, those scars a constant reminder of what awful things were done to you. His fingers trace every outline of the bite marks left on you and he looks back up at you.

“Okay baby,” he softly murmurs. Your nails rake down his arms in fear, anticipation, and nervousness. You try to pull him close but he stays hovering above you. His eyes darken again and he licks his bottom lip. You want him closer, kissing you with passion and distract you from the pain that will ensue. 

“Elvis, please,” you whimper.

“Hold onto me tight okay? Don’t let go,” he tells you. You nod your head immediately and your chest heaves looking at his sharp fangs.

“I love you,” he whimpers.

“I love you too,” you breathe.

He lets out a grunt before leaning down and kissing your neck. Sparks of electricity run through you and hold onto his back. He swivels his hips into you making you gasp for air and you turn your head to the side. A pleased groan comes from Elvis’ mouth as your neck is fully exposed to him, right where he needs to bite. You whimper in agony for him, ready to be completely his and start anew.

A deep growl comes from his throat and you feel his hand grip at your jaw, keeping you still. Your heart pounds in your ears and that's when you feel his sharp fangs pierce into your neck. You cry out, the pain rippling through you like a tidal wave. He was right, this hurt worse than any other bite. The skin here was so much more sensitive and thin, it felt like his bite was fifty sets of fangs inside you all at once. Your nails embed themselves into his back, the pain increasing with every moment he was drinking out of your neck. You hear him moaning as he’s drinking more of your blood than he ever has before. But he has to for his venom to enter your bloodstream. 

You feel tears puddling from the corners of your eyes, unable to catch your breath. Your gasps and groans fill the room as Elvis is groaning, drinking from your neck in a focused manner. He pulls you up from the bed, sitting back with you sitting on him, holding you close as he swallows your blood with you two still connected.

Then you feel it; his venom. It was like wildfire burning and coursing through your veins. It made your entire body feel stiff and paralyzed. All you could manage to do was groan in agony, the pain paralyzing the rest of your senses. Your eyes started to feel the pain too and could only see large black specs in your vision. It was hurting to keep them open and each blink made it worse. Every movement you made made your body cry out in agony. Elvis was still feeding, holding the back of your head with his hand to support you. It felt like a long strain of time passed before he finally stopped and took his fangs out of you. You couldn’t see and the only thing keeping you in this moment was Elvis’ vice grip he had around your body that you were sure was going to break your bones. He doesn’t say anything and you suddenly feel both of his hands on your face. You can barely keep your head up and the searing flame burning in your eyes makes it unbearable.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, his tone scared and trembling. Your brain couldn’t compute what he meant or what he was seeing but it couldn’t have been good.

“Baby, it’s gonna be alright. I know it hurts I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” he says trembling. His voice seemed so far away from you, like in another void of time. You feel his tongue lick your open wound and his hand placed on your cheek.

“You need to bite me now honey. Right now,” he demands, but to you, his voice sounds so far away and almost like an angelic whisper and you don’t move. His hand leads your head to his neck and this sweet, savory scent fills your nose. You groan in misery and press your lips to his neck. You could feel his light pulse on his neck and that sweet scent hit you again like a train. You open your mouth and let this new found instinct take over your senses. You bite down on Elvis’ neck hard and feel his normal rigid flesh give way to much more soft and supple skin. He pushes the back of your head into his neck more, encouraging you to keep going. You sink your teeth deeper into him and you taste the first taste of blood hit your tongue. It was strange at first, it didn’t taste like much and almost tasted metallic. Then you start to suck more and that’s when it hit you; the most savory and decadent thing you’ve ever put on your lips. His blood ran down your throat and your body thanked you for it. You were still weak but it felt good to drink from his neck. You had enough strength to pull yourself closer to him and feed more. You faintly hear him moan, clutching to your body and breathing heavily. Your hunger worsens and you drink bigger gulps, you have never felt hunger like this. This ravenous appetite Elvis would describe to you was very much real and worse than you realized. But your head throbbed and your eyes still burned, unable to see anything. 

You take your mouth off his neck and gasp for air. Everything felt like it was on fire and you didn’t know what to do. Your body went limp and your hearing went out.

Black. 

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Your eyes flutter open and the air is still, almost too still. You look at the white ceiling and it feels like you’re looking at it through a magnifying lens. You saw every single texture and line that went through the ceiling and it confused you. Your eyes shift to somewhere else and a piece of lint floats into your vision. You were able to discern every wave and bend of the fiber it was bizarre. 

“Hey darlin’,” a smooth baritone voice whispers at the other end of the room. 

You slowly sit up in the bed and see Elvis sitting in a chair in the corner with sunglasses on and a silk shirt unbuttoned. 

You take a deep breath through your nose and the most heavenly scent fills your head. It was mouth-watering good. It was sweet and savory, warm and delicious with each breath you took. Breathing felt peculiar, almost like it wasn’t needed. 

Your hands move on the sheets and you can feel the softness of them through every thread. A robe was wrapped around you and tied at your waist. The silk fabric felt nice around you and smelled just as great as the room.

Your legs swivel to the edge of the bed and slowly gain your bearings. Elvis gets up and cautiously walks to you. Everything felt off and way too sensitive. The plush carpet was grainy and soft at the same time. It went in between your toes and made it tickle. 

You look up at Elvis and your breath nearly gets sucked out of you. 

You’ve never seen such a beautiful man in your life. 

Every single detail was perfect. His hair, his nose, his pouty lips.

All of it.

It was like you saw him for the first time and it makes you feel entranced. He changed from the last memory you had of him. He had a brighter glow about him, his hair shorter, and his face looked more flawless if that’s even possible. 

You raise your hand to touch his face and the warmth of his skin radiates through you. His skin felt perfect and near obsessional. There wasn’t a flaw on his face and you never felt so in awe. You place your other hand on his chest and the course little hairs that resided there felt nice underneath your fingertips. And then it hits you; you can feel his warmth. He’s not cold and instead melts into your touch.

He places his hand on the back of your head to have you look at him. He lets out a sigh of relief and smiles at you lovingly.

“Hi beautiful, I missed you,” he coos, leaning in to kiss you. God those lips were perfection, devouring yours with intense need and the utmost importance. You sigh softly into him, loving how incredible he feels. He pulls away to look you over again, and bites his bottom lip slowly, making it pop.

“Jesus, you’re perfect. How was it possible for you to become even more beautiful…” he says dazed. You smirk at him and shake your head. “Come here, you need to look at yourself,” he says, leading you over to the large mirror in the corner of the room.

He holds your hand as he leads you over but you couldn’t care how you looked right now. All you wanted to do was study every detail of his face because you felt like you’d never seen him like this before. Stunning and perfect in every way. Elvis steps behind you and turns you around toward the mirror. You slowly turn your focus to your reflection and cock your head in confusion. You barely recognize yourself and look up at Elvis in the mirror.

You stare back at your golden, gleaming eyes and your long fanning lashes. You were in shock by what you were seeing, you had almost prepared yourself to see red eyes whenever you thought of changing into a vampire. The golden hue was like sunlight; bright, warm, and full of life. Your hair’s natural waves became more defined and the auburn color was vibrant and lustrous. Your skin was also smooth and pale like his and all your senses felt heightened. Every breath you took was intense and you rubbed your thumb against his hand and felt the hairs that were there. 

The robe you’re wearing is not tightly tied around your waist so it exposes your chest and neck. As you look closer, you realize the scars from the bite marks are gone, and all that’s left behind is glass-smooth skin. Elvis’ hand is around your torso, melting into you and making you realize this is all real and not some delusion.

You twist your body around to face him and don’t know where to begin.

“What happened? Why are m-my eyes…” you trail off. He starts to take off his sunglasses and chuckles softly, looking down at the ground. He shoots his gaze back up to you and you gasp.

The same golden eyes stare back at you and look even more beautiful. You caress his face, lightly rubbing your thumb across his cheek.

“Oh my God, they’re stunning honey. God, how can you look better than before? What- What does this mean? Is this normal?” You ask.

He smiles at you as he tries to soothe your worries away.

“Shh baby it’s okay. I think it's because… we’re one. In heart and soul, we are one.” He smiles. 

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Tagging 🖤: @powerofelvis @burninlovebutler @neptuneismysister @velvetelvis @ccab @presleyenterprise @loving-elvis @theresalwaysep

@prompted-wordsmith @sillybookmarks @dkayfixates @ellie-24 @rktismylife-blog . @myradiaz @tacozebra051

@thatbanditqueen

@18lkpeters @flwrs4aust @emma181873

@austinswhitewolf @eliseinmemphis

@everythingelvispresley @chasingwildflowers @idontwanttoputanything @ohjustpeachy

@elvisalltheway101 @austinsmutler @kingdomforapony . @generoustreemystic @claire-elvisgirl

@ashtag6887 @burnthheparaphilia @richardslady121

@jaqueline19997

@returntopresley . @iloveelvis @rjmartin11 @that-hotdog @louisejoy86 @misspresley @cattcb @annapresley8

@arrolyn1114 @raginginkedslut @epthedream69

@mh777ep1938 @50sexyshadesfashionista

@oldh0llyw0od @hooked-on-elvis @livelovedilfs

[vintageshanny]

Elvis Top Three - Horny/Sexy Songs

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

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

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

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

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

@whositmcwhatsit @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @ellie-24 @vintagepresley @lookingforrainbows @prompted-wordsmith @flwrs4aust @iloveelvis @argeriant18 @loving-elvis @alienelvisobsession @ab4eva @manebioniclegali @deke-rivers-1957 @rjmartin11 @elvisalltheway101 @satninroses @devilsflowerr @missmaywemeetagain @troubleinapinksuit @cryingabtab @dreamingofep @animalloverthingsss @velvetelvis @everythingelvispresley @arrolyn1114 @claire-elvisgirl @vintage-leisure @blighted-star @queenncreole @basicpresleygirl @lllsaslll @elvissbabygirl @powerofelvis @ashtag6887 @sissylittlefeather @dkayfixates @peskybedtime @lettersfromvenus @burnthheparaphilia @thetaoofzoe @mercsandmonsters @wildhorseinkansas @presleysweetheart @all-hookedup-on-elvis @i-r-i-n-a-a

[vintagepresley]

In your opinion what’s the best Elvis series on tumblr is best and who by? (I don’t know what to read because I’m new)

Hmmm.. I wouldn’t really know who’s the best because there’s so many great writers on here. So I’ll just a list a few people I can think of off the top of my head right now.

@elvisalltheway101 @dreamingofep @ccab @atleastpleasetelephone @foreverdolly @prompted-wordsmith @deke-rivers-1957

Everyone feel free to add to this.

[hooked-on-elvis]

Just a little wish for a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to some blogs that have brought me joy this year

🎄🎁🎄

Awwww. You're so sweet!!! You made my day. I mean it.🥹 Thank you for sharing this with me. I'm glad my blog brought some joy to you this year. So glad! I love your blog too. Very much! ♥ Wishing you the happiest Christmas and that you have an excelent 2024 ahead, dear.

🎅🏼🎄✨🩵

Since we're on the thanksgiving mood, I'd like to thank my favorite blog owners here too, some of the wonderful people I got to talk a little bit this year - or not talk in a personal level but either way, I appreciate you very dearly

I feel you are my priceless gifts this year. ♥

First, I'd like to mention @elvisanddenise. I didn't have a one-on-one talk with you yet, but I'd like you to know you were the reason I wanted to rejoin Tumblr this year in the first place. I am 28 years old now, so I've been a Tumblr addict in my teenage years (for a different reason other than Elvis) but I lost that passion long ago. I didn't even actually use to share anything. Back then I used this account purely to read some fanfics on one of my favorite TV shows characters and that was all, until I got over it a bit. My Tumblr was forgotten for many, many years. This 2023, you were the reason I found it would be fun being active here again. Before I had my Elvis account here, I already accompanied your content daily. DAILY. Your account has a special tab in my browser, which I check on every single day. I mean it. It's been almost a year and, well... I gotta thank you for all the awesome posts you share, the great Elvis pictures and accurate info you upload to your blog, dear. Many great, even rare, pictures of EP are shared on your blog like, weekly. Yours is my favorite blog on Tumblr so far. Thank you so much for sharing your love on Elvis with us. I can see how you dedicate yourself to this passion and I highly appreciate it. ♥

Now, I got mention @eptodaytommorwforever as the first friend I got to talk when I came back to being active on Tumblr this year. I appreciate how kind and sweet you've always been to me. Thank you for all your wonderful, accurate info shares on your precious blog. ♥

Recently, I got to interact a lot with @jhoneybees @lookingforrainbows and @thetaoofzoe. You're so much fun, always making me laugh with the silliest things, which are the best kind of laughter ever! You've been nothing but the sweetest human beings to me and I also love the great content you share daily on each of your blogs, the fanfics, the pictures, everything! I hope you feel how much my words are true. A big hug from this new Elvis friend of yours here. I hope you're all safe and happy. ♥

@bellanotchewrites My dear, I hope you're doing fine. You're so sweet. I'm sorry if I'm shitty in answering my DMs. I really struggle on that, don't even know why, but you've been on my mind. Keep strong, sweetie. i'm wishing you the best! I care for you. ♥

@vintageshanny Always with the best tags, thank you for remembering me this year, dear. Although I don't always manage to participate on the tags content you share with me, I always have great fun seeing all the interaction from the other friends you tag. I love your blog so much! ♥

@dreamingofep I didn't got to read many fanfics this year because I have a hard time focusing on anything recently — and I know I'm missing a lot of great content from other friends here. I hope next year I manage to read a lot more of our talented Elvis writers. Anyway, I 'd like to say your "Sinned Awakening" series is my favorite! I love Vampire Elvis. You're doing an excellent job on that series, dear! I'm loving it! Thank you SO MUCH for sharing your writing gift with us. ♥

And last but not least, some of the people that are always sharing or liking my content here but much beyond that, the people I love following. You make everything better. I love interacting with you and I appreciate your shares deeply. All of you have wonderful blogs. ♥ @precious-little-scoundrel ♥ @claire-elvisgirl @nothing-but-elvis @i-r-i-n-a-a @lett-them-eatt-cake @vintagepresley @suraemoon @bigdaddyelvislover @velvetelvis @presleyenterprise @alvvaysonmymind @ccab @almightybigbrain @aliengoth3 @pinkcaddyconfessions @tupelomiss @loving-elvis @heartbrake-hotel @elvisflowerchild @peaceloveelvis @helen06dreamer @sissylittlefeather @yintoeveryonesyang ♥

I really hope I didn't forget to tag anyone I care for, I'd hate that. But if I did, I'll remember eventually so I can tag you later.

✨ THANK YOU SO MUCH, MY FRIENDS, FOR MAKING MY DAYS HAPPIER THIS YEAR.✨ I wish you all stay safe, healthy, feel loved and appreciated. I pray for you all. Wish all of you a wonderful Christmas and a great holiday season. Enjoy your families and loved ones this holidays, babies. May your 2024 be filled with laughter and joy.

And thank you once again, @precious-little-scoundrel. For inspiring me after pouring so much love on many of us today. God bless you. ♥

Sincerely yours, much love,

Lally.

[pebbles403]

Elvis has the Giggles!

This just came up in my feed on YouTube, and I had to share it. He's so damn cute!!

@vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @sissylittlefeather @eptodaytommorowforever @eapep @dreamingofep @hooked-on-elvis

[arrolyn1114]

Why Can't You See What You're Doin' To Me? Taglist Post

Just making myself a taglist post with everyone I've gathered up so far. Existing people: please let me know if I need to make any changes. Hopefully I haven't missed anyone so if I have please let me know. And if anyone who isn't on here yet sees this post and wishes to be added just let me know and it shall be done. Thanks y'all!

@thatbanditqueen, @be-my-ally, @ellie-24, @whositmcwhatsit, @vintageshanny, @from-memphis-with-love,

@xanatenshi, @karel-in-wonderland, @peskybedtime, @alienelvisobsession, @louisejoy86, @artlover8992, @windsofthesea, @gayforelvis, @notstefaniepresley, @lovininapinkcadillac, @dkayfixates, @jaqueline19997, @presleyenterprise, @crash-and-cure, @literally-just-elvis-fics, @wildhorseinkansas, @tacozebra051, @lookingforrainbows, @spooky-hazex, @powerofelvis, @ashtag6887, @myradiaz, @richardslady121, @elvisrealgf, @genetakovicluvr, @thetaoofzoe, @mydarlingelvis

@j-v-9-2

@mspoisonivey

@aaron57070

@rainyday10-4

@rocknroll50sep

@dream-in-x-dream2

@sasural

@satisfy-the-crave

@velvetelvis

@sillybookmarks

@everythingelvispresley

@elvisgirly

@1dluver13xx

@thedaisymaisy

@amydarcimarie

@p0lksaladannie, @oh-my-front-door, @fallinlovewithurlove, @shantellescrivener, @i-r-i-n-a-a, @stargirllily19, @laura23elvis, @meetmeatyourworst, @rachelljeann222, @precious-lil-scoundrel, @peaceloveelvis, @returntopresley, @tupelomiss, @archival-ep

@pinkcaddyconfessions, @gatheraheart, @rachel-snider19, @tina2345678, @annapresley8 @deniseinmn, @elvispresleywife, @elvispresleysslut, @lovemoonsstuff, @sfull12345

@rosarodrigues, @all-hookedup-on-elvis, @queenheartz

@little-laamb, @pixiedustcosmos, @indiatuck, @sabovanhalen, @obsessionisthecure, @hooked-on-elvis @aprilbluey @laurenoned

@epthedream69 @underthememphissun @presley72elvis @m-s30 @eapep @rjmartin11 @dreamingofep

[loving-elvis]

My favorite 50s!Elvis photos, part 125 of ∞; Happy Birthday, Sam @dreamingofep!!

I’m so happy and honored to be able to call you my friend. Being able to have met you at Graceland and sharing in that experience was nothing short of magical 🥹 I hope you have an absolute wonderful birthday--you deserve it!

I hope these pics make you smile 💖💖

[elvisalltheway101]

I’m really curious on how you write or what y’all do when an idea pops up?

Do you guys write it all in a huff and revise later? Or do you write a small summary and get back to it later soon? Or maybe you just write up a plot and add on to it later?

As for me, I’ll write a little example thing on one of my works that’s already posted (because no sneaky peeks here y’all)

so basically whenever I’ve got an idea for smth, I just write little things that will help remind me and I literally just write a much larger and more detailed form paragraph from these words. 😭…yeah it starts that lame folks.

I’m curious how you, beautiful and creative writers, write!

@precious-little-scoundrel @vintagepresley @sissylittlefeather @wanderingelvis @dreamingofep and anyone else that writes!

How do you write?

[burnthheparaphilia]

---Elvis manga---

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

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

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

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

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---OPTIONS---

Adonis Jumpsuit

G.I Blues

Karate Elvis

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

@sissylittlefeather @satninroses @arealtrashact @devilsflowerr @headfullofpresley @deke-rivers-1957 @dreamingofep @loving-elvis @ccab @vinceveretts @vintagepresley @vintageshanny @be-my-ally @nothing-but-elvis @missmaywemeetagain @mercsandmonsters @macxii @mydarlingelvis @mooodyblue

[deke-rivers-1957]

Chadwick (Chad) Gates' Bio Card

Shout out to @arrolyn1114! I know Blue Hawaii is your movie.

Tagging: @presleyenterprise, @xanatenshi, @dragonkingsdaughter, @she-is-juniper, @vintagepresley, @azzypog, @p0lksaladannie, @gayforelvis, @ash-omalley, @mercsandmonsters, @dontcrydaddy, @animalloverthingsss, @thetaoofzoe, @presley72elvis, @areacodefan, @illtakeyouhomeagain, @myradiaz, @lookingforrainbows, @mydarlingelvis, @cherhorowitzes, @raelynndoyle, @leopardandstuds, @thedaisymaisy, @all-hookedup-on-elvis, @ab4eva, @just-another-boring-bisexual, @ellie-24, @ilivebecauseiamforced, @foreverl0cked, @tupelomiss, @aliengoth3, @wildhorseinkansas, @jaqueline19997, @spooky-hazex, @powerofelvis, @unclecrunkle, @aaron57070, @tacozebra051, @justrae9903, @elvispresleover3435, @lillypink, @pinkcaddyconfessions, @dreamingofep, @almightybigbrain, @claire-elvisgirl, @micithebooklover, @huhhhhsthings, and @comebackep.

[heartbrake-hotel]

TIME FOR A WIP TAG GAME 💫

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

oh nooo exposed by smitty for my ridiculous doc names.. how could you DO this to meee 😭 dfghs but thanks for the tag darlin @prompted-wordsmith.!!

(tagged on my main but i thought i'd go ahead and post here instead... if i posted all of my wips for every fandom, we'd be here a month 🤭)

my naming conventions are notably all either coded nonsense only comprehensible to me, or song lyrics that are not, in fact, from the song i Actually titled the fic with.! it got so ridiculous i made a spreadsheet to keep track of their shorthand names, their Real Actual Titles, and their summaries. just so i could always find right what i was looking for. i love to cross-reference ! three cheers for color-coding ! 🎉 luckily for me, said doc came in veryyy handy when it came to copy/pasting for this tag game 😂😂

daddy? sorry, da-

i get no help around this goddamn house

this is the Real t&s

he was the congregations vagrant

cry about it, fucker

the saints we see are all made of gold

all the small things

lover's lover's alibi

he's the one to call (dr. feelgood)

my middle name is miseryyy

ho ho hopefully

this is NOT feederism it is cARETAKING

who do you love

what breed is he just a little guy

toxic las vegas

achy breaky head

catch a falling star💫

being weird together is a love language

oscars flop era

9 to 5

go out by the oak leaf

motorpsyche 🏍️

ive beaten the orange camaro

ginger snapped 🐺

vacation all ive ever wanted

polk salad booty is this anything

some of these have been in the works for YEARS, like.. since the movie actually came out.. i started writing two days after i got home from the theater the first time oOP look y'all know me alright the likelihood any of these will actually make it to posting on this blog is,, uh. Slim !! ngl it's pretty slim. i have wips from over a decade ago that STILL don't feel done enough to publish 🙈 but these in particular are very near and dear to my heart and i'd love to gauge y'all's interest anyway.! so fire away, ask me anything, i love to talk and am always down to gush 👍

tagging: @whositmcwhatsit, @thatbanditqueen, @be-my-ally, @mooodyblue, @vintagepresley, @floralcyanide, @whatstruthgottodowithit,@dreamingofep, @ooihcnoiwlerh, @suraemoon, @vintageshanny, uhhh i panicked at the length of this list and don't know who else writes around here and is left to tag, but pleaseeee take this as an open invitation to join in if you want!! i'd love to see everyone's systems 🥰🥰 and of course no pressure if you don't 👌

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 16 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, fingering, SMUT, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: Hello and welcome to part 16! These two are just too much and I’ll never be normal about Vampire Elvis please forgive me🤭 Lots of mentions of blood in this one please be warned. Please enjoy this next part. The end is coming near🫣🥺

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!

In the next few hours, you took a nap and didn’t want to leave his bed. It was too comfortable and he was holding you tight, making sure you weren’t going anywhere and resting like you should. His body presses against your back and molds into you flawlessly. Time was ticking and your time here in Vegas was coming to an end. You knew once you both left here, real life would come closing in and your life couldn’t go back to any sense of normal. All you could do for now was lay here with Elvis and enjoy the moment. You can feel his lips start to kiss your neck, peppering his love onto you. Your eyes are still closed but he knows you’re up, your heartbeat beginning to rise. He continues to kiss you, his hand pushing your hips back into him more. 

“Hi sugar,” he slurs lazily.

You hum softly, pulling his arm tighter around you. He keeps kissing you, nipping you softly and grumbling at the soft flesh.

His hand trails down to lift your pajamas, his fingers lightly touching your thighs and up your torso.

You sigh at his touch, groggy from sleep but it feels all too good.

“Mmm…baby,” you sigh. 

“I need you,” he groans, pushing his hard cock into your ass. 

You groan too, wanting him to take care of you like he’s promised. You melt You start to adjust your body to lay down on your back but he stops you, keeping you on your side. 

“Stay like this baby,” he coos. 

You nod your head and he pushes you back into his body. His hands devour your skin and continues to pull up his pajama top he let you borrow. He gently lifts up your leg and runs his fingers through your folds. He’s not in a rush, he’s taking his time and exploring every inch of you. Every tender and electric touch has you reeling for more. But he’s patient and is doing it his way. Your moans press him to keep going and show him how much you like this. 

He slowly pushes a finger inside of you, your walls wrapping tightly around him. Your breathing begins to quicken and you can feel him grinding himself against your ass. You smirk at what he’s doing, always doing the naughtiest things to you and you  end up loving it. 

“Baby…” you pant over your shoulder.

He hums softly as he keeps grinding against you, his finger teasing your hole. 

“What honey?” He asks dreamily. 

“You keep this up, and you’re gonna come all over my ass,” you tease. He gives a small chuckle and doesn’t stop what he’s doing. 

“And that’s a bad thing?” He teases. Your cheeks turn red and you burry your head in the pillow. 

He watches you try to hide from him and he gives your neck more kisses. You can feel him adjust his body down on the bed a bit, still touching you in all the right ways. You feel his warm cock press against your folds and he takes his hand to help guide it into you. He pushes a few inches into you and stops, making you gasp from the penetration. 

“Is that better?” He says cheekily. You nod your head at him, “yes… oh God,” you moan. 

His hips grind slowly into you, only giving you a few inches at time. It felt good, but it was agonizing and you wanted more of him. You start to swivel your hips back, trying to get him to give you more. His hand is quickly on your hip and stills you. 

“You take what I give you baby. Stay still,” he commands. Your heart beats wildly and you nod your head at him, trying to listen. 

“Were you goin to sleep the rest of the day hmm?” He asks cheekily, stuffing you more. 

“No, I want this. I just want you to do this for the rest of the day,” you whine, feeling him push his entire length in and quickly pull it out of you. You plead for him and try to get him to move but he doesn’t listen. 

“Hmm, I think that can be arranged,” he replies, putting his cock back inside you, moving slow and steady. 

You groan when you feel him, closing your eyes and letting him take control. His fingers find your bud again and rubs it softly, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. 

“You’re coming to my show tonight, right?” He says low, his voice sending a shock through you. You sigh and squeeze his hand tight. 

“Y-yes… I’m going,” you cry out. He lets out a pleased sigh and snaps his hips into you harder making you groan in agony, then slowing down again. 

His mouth gives you all the attention you can possibly desire and makes your skin feel tingly. He makes short, gentle moans as he moves slowly inside of you. He’s never made love to you like this, it felt so tender, so soft, different than ever before. You can swear he loves you-

Oh God, you want him to love you with all of his being. You want him to be deeply and madly in love with you and say it to you a thousand times over. You’ve never been a hopeless romantic, you saw things very black and white and didn’t get carried away with your feelings. It took you a while to confess you were in love with someone. But with Elvis, your feelings for him hit you like a train. He made you see the brightest colors you never knew existed. Everyday you spent with him, the stronger you felt for him. 

The thought of this makes your heart flutter and you groan as he drives his hips firmly into you. You look over your shoulder at him, getting to see the most beautiful sight. His tussled hair covered his forehead and his eyes are heavy with lust. Your brains screams at you to tell him you love him. Its right at the tip of your tongue and has been for some time now. 

“El… I… I…” you pant.

He kisses your cheek and you can feel a smirk form on his lips.

“What baby? Tell me,” he says, his hips lazily swiveling into you. You’re breathless and you can barely keep it together. You groan in agony and try to say what you want but it just comes out in breathy sighs. The coil in your belly tightens and his insistent hips drives you to the brink of madness.

“I… love… I love this,” you moan. He hums in delight, kissing you more.

“Mhmm… so do I baby. So do I. So wet and tight.”

He continues to slow fuck you, whispering the most naughty things in your ear and before you know it, you’re coming undone and he follows shortly behind. You lay there clinging to each other, hearing the short breaths and and sighs of each other, love fluttering in your heart.

*

Hours pass and Elvis convinces you to get out of bed and makes you eat dinner. You try to protest, but your grumbling stomach won the argument. You wrap yourself in a blanket and shuffle your way into the living room. He watches you eat, not saying a word as he sits next to you. You can feel his hand slither up your thigh and back down again. You shoot him a stern look and pick up a bottle of water.

“You were the one that made me get out of bed, the least you can do is let me eat without any distractions,” you tease. He chuckles to himself, his hands continuing to wander up your thigh.

“Well… you see… I’m starving too,” he teases. You look at him deviously, shaking your head.

“What kind of hunger…” you insinuate, looking into his intense blues.

He smirks and looks down at his hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

“Hmmm… A little bit of both… but I want to keep my promise and get you back in that bed,” he says smugly, his hand slowly pulling the blanket off your body. You let him do so and he watches you sit there. He starts to lean in for a kiss and the banging in the door jars you out of your skin.

Elvis lets out a frustrated groan and he quickly helps you put the blanket back over your shoulders.

“Go back in the bedroom,” he commands. You nod your head at him and make your way in , keeping the door open. You hear him open the door quickly and growl before speaking.

“What do you want? I told you not to disturb me today,” he seethes.

“I know. But this couldn’t wait…” you hear Jerry’s voice say. His tone is serious and unwavering and makes your heart beat anxiously. You peek your head out of the room and see Jerry standing in the doorframe holding a white envelope in his hand.

Elvis harshly grabs it out of his hand and opens the envelope. He reads it quickly and throws it down on the ground.

“No! I don’t need to do anything for that piece of shit. He can’t tell me what to do,” he hisses.

You step out a bit further, wanting to see what’s going on.

“What is it?” You ask gently.

Elvis snaps his head back at you and his eyes are ignited with anger.

“I told you to wait in the bedroom,” he scowls.

“No, what’s going on? What is that?” You ask looking down at the letter on the floor.

Elvis looks back at Jerry who is staring at you wrapped in just blanket.

“You better look anywhere else right now or I’ll kill ya, you understand me?” He growls. He listens to Elvis and looks down immediately. Elvis looks back at you and sighs.

“Its Raphael. He wants to meet with me. Discuss my… abilities,” he grumbles.

“Your abilities? What does that mean?” You ask scared.

Elvis directs his attention back to Jerry, “tell him im not meeting. I have shows to put on and better things to do than beg for his mercy,” he growls before slamming the door in his face.

He looks back at you, trying to collect his composure.

“Daniel told him about you and I. He thinks I’m weak and I’m a threat to our kind. He’s questioning why I won’t compel you to forget it all. He wants to discuss what there is to be done about me… and you…”

“And me? What does he want to be done with me?!” You ask panicked.

“You know too much. He thinks you can expose us,’ he explains.

“Well we need to explain that’s not the case! I’m coming with you to Graceland, I’ll be with you twenty-four-seven, that has to be reconfirming!” You try to rationalize.

“Raphael isn’t reasonable. He won’t accept that. It’ll just be easier to leave town as soon as possible and avoid him at all cost,” Elvis seethes.

You feel the world closing in again, not liking the feeling of doom and dread hang over you.

Fucking Daniel. Piece of shit won’t stay out of your life and is continuing to ruin it.

“Okay so what do we do til then… do we just wait and hide,” you ask. 

“No. I won’t have him control you like that. I won’t cower to him. Everything is going to be alright, I promise you,” he snaps. You notice his eyes turning red and his chest heaves the longer he looks at you. You don’t exactly know what to say to him, and the state that he’s in, he could either go on a rampage after Raphael or go on a feeding frenzy.

“I know… I trust you. Are you alright?” You ask gently, watching his eyes get darker.

He sucks in a sharp breath in and looks away from you.

“Yeah… I just uh… I haven’t eaten in a few days,” he confesses.

“Well… do you have anything here? To drink,” you say carefully. 

You wince at your words though because you are his drink of choice of course. He must read your mind because he smirks at you devilishly.

“Not exactly. I’m all out if vials so I’m just going to have to wait for my men to get some more,” he explains.

You stay quiet and nod your head at him. You hate to even ask the question that popped in your head, but you had to ask anyway.

“Umm, have you ever been fully fed since I’ve been here?” You ask. He shoots you a shocked look and furrow his eyebrows.

“Well, no. I haven’t been fed fully in some time… Why?” He asks uneasy.

“It’s just-, I mean, theoretically, there’s still a chance that you can compel me, that’s all,” you say gently.

“Baby, don’t go there-,” he says sharply.

“Elvis I have to. There’s still a possibility, you have to admit that. You’re not at your top strength,” you press. That thought made you shiver. He already seemed so 

“No, I won’t even think of that possibility. Because its not conceivable! We are made for each other,” he confesses. He takes a few quick strides to you and pulls you into him, making you look into his blazing eyes.

“Please understand, even if I could, I wouldn’t compel you. I need you too much to make you just forget and leave me. No matter what Raphael does or says, we belong together, I know it,” he affirms. You melt instantly at his words and burry your face in his chest, thankful for his patience. 

“Yes. I want to be with you too,” you whisper. He hums and runs his hand in your hair, soothing all your worries. 

“Please feed. If I’m too much of a temptation and you can’t have me in here while you feed, please tell me. I don’t want to make anything difficult for you,” you say weakly.

“No no baby. You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll be okay,” he says softly giving your forehead a kiss.

What if you feed from me…

That idea pops in your head for the first time and it makes you realize he might be right about everything regarding your bond. It didn’t necessarily scare you as much as you thought. You saw him in need and you wanted to help in anyway. You could only do so much for him being human, and the way he craved your blood made it a little tricky. You didn’t exactly know if he would lose control or not but something deep down told you he wouldn’t. 

“What is is baby?” He asks concerned. 

“It’s nothing,” you say with a smile. 

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Elvis leaves you to get ready for his first show of the night. You weren’t going to the dinner show and he insisted on going to the midnight show instead. Around 9:30, there was a knock on the door. You were confused as to who it could be. You cautiously go to the door and open it it slightly. You’re relieved see it’s Jerry with a woman standing behind him. 

“Hi y/n, this is Ellie, she’s going to do your hair and makeup for the show. Elvis insisted on pampering you,” he explains. 

“Oh wow, that sounds so nice…Please come in,” you say, opening the door wider. 

Ellie quietly steps inside and sets the cosmetic bags down. 

“I’ll leave you two alone. Y/n, make sure to get down stairs by 11:45.” He informs you before shutting the door behind him. 

Ellie keeps quiet and she pulls a chair for you and starts working on your hair. You have never had anything like this done for you before. You were fully prepared to do your own hair and makeup but you were really excited to look extra nice for him tonight. 

“May I see what you’re wearing tonight? Just so I can plan out your makeup look better,” she explains. 

“Sure, it’s right on top of the piano there,” you address. She makes her way to the piano and examines the dress. She looks back at you and gives a slight smile. 

“You’re going to look gorgeous,” she says sweetly. 

She take her time with your hair and makeup and help you in the dress once she’s done. You thank her repeatedly, thankful for her time. She leaves and you make your way to Elvis’ bedroom to get a look at yourself in the big mirror. 

You barely recognize yourself, you never dress like this let alone have this much makeup. She curled your hair in big soft waves and your bangs swept to the side dramatically. Your makeup had to be your favorite thing. She drew on bold black eyeliner with the wings of it reaching out almost to your eyebrows. The inner corners of your eyes have red eyeshadow on them, complimenting the red of your dress. 

And complimenting his red eyes…

You love the choice of red lipstick she put on you. It was a darker red than the dress and completed the whole look. The neckline was more revealing than you expected. There’s a faint bruise on the side of your breast but it’s not overly noticeable. You realize there was one thing missing; the necklace. It glistens on top of the piano and you carefully pick it up and put it over your head. The cold chain makes you shiver and you straighten it out so it hangs in the middle of your chest. You glance over at yourself one more time and take a deep breath before making your way downstairs. The diamonds in the TLC and the lightning shimmer and shine, screaming at anyone that may look your way, that you are his. 

You make your way to the showroom and there’s a large line eagerly waiting to get in.You only stand there for a few moments in line when one of Elvis’ men escorts you out of the line and into a private booth. You were very close to the stage and were going to get a great view of him here. The air buzzed with anticipation as the room filled with more people. 

You got looks as people passed by the booth, wondering who you were and why you were sitting alone. It didn’t bother you, you were too excited to see Elvis perform.

The house lights dim and the rumble of the band starts playing the opening vamp. The crowd bursts out in applause and screams. You can barely sit still as you watch the gold curtain start to rise. 

Then you see him. 

He walks out on stage in a white jumpsuit with gold and black detailing on the collar and lapels. He takes your breath away he looks so good. You’ve only seen pictures of him in jumpsuits and those pictures did not do him justice. They looked so much better in person and were tailored to fit every inch of him perfectly. One of his band members help him get his guitar on and he makes his way to the mic. He spreads his legs when he’s standing there, waiting to jump in and sing the first line of the song. 

You hear girls screaming his name and see some crying. You can’t blame them, he was stunning tonight and just how he was standing up there exuded sensuality. It made your mouth water. 

He belts out the first few lines of See See Rider and the entire place is on fire. The shaking of his leg, probably brought on by nerves, is so distracting. It just sways your attention to those long legs and his hips. 

Song after song, he’s electric. He teases the crowd with the slightest movement of his body and the girls go nuts. You can’t tear your eyes away from him as his hips thrust to the beat of the song. It has you drooling. You know exactly what those hips do and for him to tease the entire crowd like this should be a crime. You can’t help but squirm in your seat. The things he was doing up there is something you’re very familiar with when it’s just you two in his bedroom. You blush as your mind wanders elsewhere and you feel your panties begin to get wet. 

It was over an hour of back to back song that had you feeling things you shouldn’t have. You didn’t care because you were sure there were other women feeling the same way. The only difference you were lucky enough to get to go upstairs with him and have your way with him all night. 

The closing number Can’t Help Falling in Love plays and the entire crowd is on their feet cheering and screaming. You are too and you are in awe of him. You had no idea what kind of show he puts on after being here so long. It was captivating and spectacular. You couldn’t wait to see him and congratulate him on a great show. Jerry escorts you quickly out of the showroom and you gets you upstairs. 

*

He walks into the penthouse glistening wet from the shower and his hair is tussled about. He wears a dark blue jumpsuit now that laces up at the middle of his chest. His eyes are covered with a dark pair of sunglasses but you can see his eyes find you instantly in the crowd. This jumpsuit too clings to his body perfectly, showcasing everything you wanted to see right in front of you. You wanted to run to him, leap into his arms and feel his lips crash into yours. He once again reads your mind and makes a bee line to you, pushing past anyone that tries to greet him.

He pulls you in for a kiss and pushes your body into his, melting away with dozens of people watching. He has so much passion, so much urgency, you can’t catch your breath. He starts pushing you backward in the direction of the bedroom. Your heart thumps in your ears knowing that you have dozens of people watching what you two are doing and where you are going.

Elvis pauses before you two get to the bedroom door and turn his head to the crowd.

“Party is over. Everyone get out,” he demands.

He pushes the door open and gets you in the bedroom quickly, locking the bolt and looking at you with dark eyes.

“Baby, you were incredible out there. Oh my god… I couldn’t take my eyes off of you! I never knew what you could do up there!” you praise, reaching up to give him a kiss. He kisses you back with need, both of your chests heaving against each other. 

“Thank you honey. God you look so beautiful let me take a look at ya,” he says stepping back from you and making you do a little twirl. His hands softly caress your silhouette from your shoulders down to your hips. 

“Jesus you’re stunning I can’t get enough of ya. I was so happy you were there. I can tell you really liked it…” he teases, his hand trailing down more to your core and lightly rubbing there. 

You look at him embarrassed, “you can tell?” You ask shyly. 

“Mhmm… it feels like your body is on fire and your honeypot is overflowing,” he says smugly. You giggle at what he just called you. 

“Honeypot? I’ve never heard that one,” you giggle. 

“Well, I’ve told you, you taste like honey… it seems fitting,” he teases, pushing your body back into his and continues to kiss you. 

You stop briefly to catch you breath and look up at him and go to take off his glasses. Red eyes look back at you and he wince. 

“Honey are you okay? You don’t look so good,” you say gently, seeing the black veins under his eyes spread more and his blood red pupils bore into you.

“You didn’t feed, did you?” You press. He shakes his head and looks ashamed. 

“No. My men couldn’t get any blood today. There were vampires in the blood bank stealing some already and they didn’t want to make a scene,” he explains. 

He carefully rubs his thumb across your cheek, taking a deep breath as he looks at you. You grab his hand and squeeze it, trying to reaffirm him it’s going to be okay. 

The longer you look at him, the more you realize he’s not okay, he’s starving. You feel his body begin to shake against you and he feels colder than normal. 

Your brain races and you are scared of what might happen if he goes another day of not feeding. Your mind keeps flashing to the text you were reading saying how vampires must feed or they will get so frail. You don’t want to see Elvis get like that. If anything he needed to be extra strong for the remainder of his shows and in case Raphael was to come around and challenge him. 

You take Elvis’ hand and have him sit in the edge of the bed as you stand in between his legs. His shoulders are slumped, not how they usually are where they exude confidence and power. His face looks a bit sunken in too and he looks more gaunt than usual. Your heart aches to see him like this. You wanted to help him in anyway you can. 

“Baby?” You ask gently. 

“Hmm? He responds in a daze. 

“You need to feed.”

“I will, tomorrow. I’m sure they’ll get some for me-,” he tries to explain but you cut him off. 

“No. You need some now…” you urge. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to manage to get the words out of your mouth. 

“I want you to feed from me.”

He shoots his head up, not believing the words that came out of your mouth. He shakes his head at you and gives you a stern look. 

“Baby no I-I-I…. I can’t hurt you. It’s going to hurt,” he says panicked. 

“I know… but I’ve been thinking about it… this is what you do for your Chosen…” you say softly. He stares at you in shock, getting to hear you admit that you are indeed his. 

“Oh God honey…” he groans as he pulls you in between his legs more and he presses his lips on your exposed chest. Your heart continues to pound and you know this has to be torture for him. 

“Honey… that’s something you do when you’re both vampires… the bite hurts so much. I don’t want to cause you pain like that…and what if I can’t stop,” he explains. 

You place your finger up to his lips and quiet him. His eyes aren’t changing back to his normal blue and he looks so needy. 

“It’s okay. I want to give this to you. I know you can stop. Please let me give you this one thing,” you say, placing a kiss on his forehead and run your hands through his hair. You pepper kisses on his cheek and down his neck. 

“Please, let me take care of you in this way.” You whisper in his ear. You can feel his hands grab onto your hips tighter, getting turned on by your words. 

“I want you to make love to me… then I want you to feed,” you tell him. 

A deep growl comes from his throat and he quickly pulls you into the bed, laying you on your back. You let out a surprised squeak and look at him looming over you. His hands reach for the v cut of the dress, ripping your dress clean off of you. You gasp as his hands are everywhere all at once and leave electric sparks in you. 

You reach for the laces that are keeping his jumpsuit closed and begin to pull it off of him. He helps you and shakes his arms out of it, leaving himself naked in front of you. Like he could be anymore beautiful, he somehow looks more attractive fresh off the stage of a long show. He spreads your legs wide for him and he groans as he looks down at you. He kisses your legs, working his way up to your torso then your breasts, licking and lapping at your nipples. You moan, loving how he makes you feel. 

His fingers find your bud and he slowly starts to rub you gently, gathering the slick that’s formed there after watching him seduce the entire crowd in The Hilton. Your hips buck into his hand, getting the most pleasure from this. His mouth covers you in kisses, covering every inch of you with his lips. You can feel his cock push up against your folds and slide it up and down making you both groan in agony. 

He pauses briefly and looks at you concerned. 

“Baby are you sure? We don’t have to do this,” he says softly. You shake your head at him and sit up to grab his hand. 

“Yes I’m sure. I want this. You need this,” you assure. He huffs lightly and places his hands back on you, squeezing and holding you tight. He leans down to give a kiss as his chest heaves. 

“Okay, are you ready for me?” He asks sensually. 

You whimper softly and nod your head at him. You watch as he grabs his length and lines himself up to your entrance, slowly pushing his cock into you. You moan as you feel his length stretch and fill you just how you wanted. You look into his dangerous eyes and watch how they analyze every single detail of your body. He moves slow, taking his time and letting his hands do some of the work too. He squeezes your breasts and takes turns sucking and licking both of your nipples. 

The more you look at him, the more you realize he’s nervous. You made Elvis Presley nervous… you never thought you’d see the day. 

You squeeze his arms to reaffirm him to keep going. His chest heaves and he closes his eyes and winces. He rolls his hips slow into you and even though this feels good, you want him to move more. 

“Mmm daddy,” you whimper. 

He looks at you concerned and stops. 

“What is it baby? Am I hurting you?” He asks, releasing his tight grip he has in your hips. 

You shake your head fervently, “no you’re fine… it’s not that. I want you to fuck me harder. Please,” you beg. 

His eyes grow wide and he bites his lip. 

“Jesus baby, you’re trying to kill me.” He grumbles

“Please Daddy. Don’t make me beg, fuck me.”

He grunts as he puts his cock back inside you and holds onto your hips again for leverage. 

You gasp when you feel him pound his hips harder into you and hit the most sensitive spot inside you. You squeeze your eyes shut and groan loudly as he fucks you better than you’ve ever experienced. 

“Ahh yes just like that,” you cry out. You feel him put pressure on your lower abdomen, creating a newfound pressure inside you that has on the verge of collapse. 

You open your eyes again and your heart gallops uncontrollably when you see him above you. His fangs have descended and he looks at you hungrily, like he’s ready to devour you whole. You tightly grab onto his arms and make him focus on you. 

“Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. Just take a bite,” you coo. 

There’s a grumble in his chest and he nods his head. 

“Where?” He asks breathlessly. 

“Anywhere you want,” you tell him. You hold onto him tight, knowing this is going to hurt like hell but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to feel good. 

He takes his hand and gently rubs his thumb across your cheek and leans down to kiss you. His other hand gently caresses your breast, kissing there and licking it. You can hear him suck in a sharp breath in between his teeth before looking up at you. 

“Right here. I want to bite right here,” he growls, rubbing his thumb on the underside of your left breast. You breathing quickens and the idea of him biting your breast has you on brink of death. 

“Okay baby,” you say breathlessly nodding at him to do so. 

He slows his thrusts and puts his hands on both your breasts and he starts to lick the area he wants to bite. His tongue feels delightful on you and you arch your chest into his mouth. Elvis groans softly and looks at you one last time to see if you want to change your mind. You place your hand on the back of his head and push his mouth onto your breast again. His hand squeezes it gently and he opens his mouth, his long fangs glistening in the low light. 

Elvis lets out another low growl and that’s when you feel it. His sharp fangs pierce your soft sensitive flesh and you let out a loud scream. He was right, the pain was so intense and it radiated through your body like wildfire. You had never experienced such pain. The more he clamped down the worse the pain seared within you. You gasp and groan at the feeling as tears well in your eyes. 

Then you hear him start to drink your blood in big glutinous gulps. You continue to have your hand in his hair pushing his head on you and your other hand claws at his forearm, trying in someway to relieve some of this pain. You then start to feel him move his hips ever so slowly into you, giving you the most intense feeling of pleasure and pain. You cry out his name and gasp for breath. Elvis takes his mouth off of you quickly, looking back into your tear filled eyes. 

“Oh God baby, I’m sorry it hurts. I’ll be gentle I promise. You taste so damn good I can’t get enough,” he groans. You smile at him and watch how your blood drips from his fangs. 

“Mhmm… take more baby, it’s okay,” you tell him through gasps.

You don’t have to tell him twice and he’s back licking the wound he’s created, making sure to not let a drop of you go to waste. His hips pound into you more and you feel like you’re on a different planet right now. 

He goes in to take another bite but this time, it doesn’t hurt as much. The feeling of his fangs re-entering your flesh stung but it felt more tolerable. It almost felt good. 

You hear him moan as he drinks more and his hand wanders down to find your clit. This brings a jolt to your body and you arch up into his mouth again, pleasure burning through your body. He moans into you and rubs your clit faster, bringing you to the brink of orgasm. 

“Baby, oh God baby please,” you plead. He stuffs his entire length inside you with a grunt and that’s all it takes. Your core squeezes around him and you cry out his name. This felt euphoric and you didn’t want it to end. You can feel your heart beat out of your chest and your arousal spill out of you. He groans loudly as he continues to drink and he feels your core squeeze his cock tightly. His hands rub your nipples and give you another wave of pleasure. 

Elvis takes his mouth off of your breast and he’s just as breathless as you. 

“Fuck you’re killing me. Didn’t think you were going to cum when I was feeding,” he groans, thrusting in and out of you slowly. 

“It felt good…. It felt really good,” you admit breathlessly. 

He smirks down at you and brushes your hair out of your face.

“Which part baby? My cock or my mouth?” He asks deviously. 

“Both. Both felt so good,” you whimper.  

“God honey that’s the best thing you could ever tell me,” he smirks. 

“If you need more, take more,” you say. 

He quickly shakes his head and he carefully rubs his thumb at the bite mark, wiping the remaining blood. 

“No baby I can’t. My venom will get inside you and I don’t want you to feel that,” he tells you. “That was more than enough trust me. I haven’t felt so satisfied in years,” he coos. 

He looks down where you two are connected and moves ever so slowly. When he looks back up at you, his fangs are gone and his eyes are starting to gain a blue color. You reach to kiss him and he groans into your mouth. 

“You’re so perfect, made just for me,” he groans. 

He snaps his hips into you like an animal, watching your face grow with more pleasure. 

“Ahh Elvis, oh fuck please,” you cry. 

“You’re being so good for daddy,” he groans. 

You both moan when he comes inside you, overwhelmed with emotion and overstimulated at this point. You writhe on the bed and you can’t stop moaning to him how good it feels. He is gentle with you as he slips out of you and pleased beyond comprehension. 

The bite mark he’s left stings and you try to not move too much. He notices you’re uncomfortable and leans down and gently licks the wound. 

“It’ll stop hurting in a second baby. You did so good,” he praises looking up at you with adoration. 

You smile at him and pull him into the bed with you. 

“How do you feel?” You ask.  He smiles at you and his eyes gleam brightly. 

“Honey… you have no idea. You’ve spoiled me. I feel so good. The way you tasted and the way you wanted me, I can never get over it. Thank you. Thank you for letting me do that,” he coos giving you a long a passionate kiss. 

You lean over to kiss him and rub your hands on his chest. 

“Of course. I’m glad you enjoyed.”

He glances down at your breasts and carefully rubs where he bit. He hums softly and looks back up at you. 

“It’s all healed baby,” he says in gently. 

Your fingers trail down to your chest and don’t feel any open wound. You’re just as shocked as he is and are more convinced that this whole bond you two have might be real and more intense than you realize. You liked him feeding from you. It was sacred and intimate. You knew that you belong with him.

As a vampire? As a human? You still had to figure out what world you belonged in but you knew that hell would have to freeze over to keep you two from being apart.

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Elvis Top Three - “Love” Songs

It’s been a minute since my last top three question, and with Valentine’s Day fast approaching (I’ll be celebrating with my beautiful man pictured above lol), I decided to go with your top three Elvis songs that have the word “love” in the title! Let’s hear it! ❤️

It’s Only Love – I’ve just been on a kick with this one lately. I absolutely love the way he delivers the line “I’ll take my heart and my pride and just throw it aside.” I can’t explain it, but I could just listen to that over and over again.

https://youtu.be/zLpHl_326ps?si=iku2SIg_9QJmW5ot

Without Love (There is Nothing) – This is one of my all-time favorites. His performance is so heart-felt, it just melts me into a puddle. “I had conquered the world, but what then did I have? Without love I had nothing at all.” I have to imagine that in his lonely moments this rang very true.

https://youtu.be/2cOhnhUTZwE?si=7JUNflHAhsBDDk-h

Love Me – This is classic for a reason. I love probably every single performance of this song, from baby Elvis all the way throughout his career. Somehow it sounds perfectly suited to him in every era. And wanting to feel someone’s love no matter how they treat you? So relatable.

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Omg this is so cool!!

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Sinned Awakening pt. 26 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, ANGST, smut, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Hello everyone!! Enjoy this new part! It’s a bit shorter than normal but it’s because the next chapter is a MONSTER and I had to break it up somehow! Some questions are going to be answered and some other things are going to be uncovered😈

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

You now understand why Elvis considered not sleeping as part of his ‘curse’. There was no escaping your thoughts and it was just endless noise that played in your head. It was hard to focus on the things you wanted to hear because you had nothing to put your focus on. You were getting the hang of focusing on the sound of Elvis’ heart when he was here, but now he was so far away you couldn’t hear him anymore.

You don’t know how long you cried, it felt like forever. You just wanted him back here so you could apologize and make things right. The empty pit inside your heart ached for him. Despite the distance, you felt him ache for you too. You knew he was out there feeling the same longing you were experiencing. You prayed he’d be back in a day or so to talk things out and figure out how you guys can find answers on your new life.

But he doesn’t come back the next day, or the day after that. One full week drags on and no one has heard from him. Not even a phone call. You grew desperate for him, needing him to be here with you and hold you again. You were lonely and most importantly scared. You hadn’t even been away from him this long and you were worried.

None of the guys were hanging around the house lately and if they did stop by to check in on you, it was the same answer when you asked them if they heard anything from him. Jerry was the only one that hung around the most. He knew how worried you were even though you kept assuring him you were fine.

“Maybe I should go out there looking for him… what if he needs me,” you suggest to him one day.

“Where would you begin to look for him? E would kill us if he knew we let you out there by yourself,” he says worriedly.

“I’m stronger than all of you right now!” You snap. He swallows uncomfortably and looks away from you. You instantly feel bad and apologize.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap like that. I just mean, I could take care of myself,” you try to explain.

“I understand, there’s no doubt you would win in any fight with us but you don’t have any control over your abilities,” he says gently. “You’re kind of a loose cannon lately,” he jokes.

You can’t help but laugh and have to agree, you had no idea what could tick you off if you mingled with other humans you didn’t know.

“No, you’re right,” you sigh, “well maybe you can come with me?”

He pauses and considers the proposal, weighing the pros and cons of this idea.

“Elvis is my best friend. I’d do anything for him. Hell, I let him bite me. But most importantly, you’re his other half. I’ll go anywhere you go,” he says sweetly.

“But I think we should give him a bit more time. If he doesn’t come back in a few days, we’ll start looking for him,” he says.

“Okay, sounds good,” you say with a smile, thankful he’s on board with the plan.

You tried to put your time into reading all the books Elvis had on vampires. Anything to help you understand what was going on with you. Or what was going on with him? The books couldn’t keep your full attention, however. Too much worry plagued your mind and certain topics in these books disturbed you. The human part of you became squeamish when you read about the more gruesome things like how to kill a vampire. You couldn’t bring yourself to read what was in those passages. It made you physically sick to think of anyone ever trying to hurt Elvis. You hoped Jerry was right, he was just out there looking for answers to understand why you changed the way you did and what else you needed to survive.

You didn’t have an appetite while you were worrying about him so much. You weren’t eating like you should have and it had been days since you drank any blood. There was this dark part of you that craved to have Elvis’. You could barely remember what he tasted like from when you first bit him, but everything inside you screamed to bite him. It was extremely frustrating that this incessant voice in your head was begging to have him when he was God knows where.

The next few days pass slowly, and still no sign of him. You couldn’t sit in this house any longer not doing anything useful. You weren’t going to let Elvis shut you out and get himself into trouble out there. You started to gather a bag full of things you might need on your journey. You tell Elvis’ housekeepers you’ll be back soon, but don’t give them an exact date you’ll be back because you didn’t even know yourself. They had worried looks on their faces they couldn’t hide and you hated to see them worry.

You wait for Jerry in the living room, double-checking that you both have everything you need.

“Any idea where we’re going to start looking? He can be anywhere,” he says jokingly.

“Well, hopefully, he’s not too far and we can find him quickly. I just want him home. If he still didn’t find any help, we’ll go together and help him,” you say matter-of-factly. “I guess I should follow my instincts, follow the bond that tethers us together.”

“Let’s go, you know I won’t question anything you say,” he says grabbing his bag he pack and slinging it over his shoulder.

Your attention gets pulled away from the conversation and your head snaps to look at the front door like a magnet. You heard a heartbeat. A loud, melodious heartbeat, beating only for you. It was one you could recognize from anywhere.

Elvis.

You rush to open the door and see him, looking as good as ever walking up the steps to the house. His hair was slicked back, showcasing his handsome face. His eyes were still golden and more captivating than ever. He had this boyish innocence in his eye though, like he was silently pleading for you to forgive him for being gone so long. You could feel how happy he was to see you and how his heart raced faster the closer he got to you.

He stood in front of you, eying you head to toe and taking a sharp breath in. He pulls you quickly by your wrist and envelops you in his arms. You wrap your arms around his waist and hold onto him tight. You sigh a breath of relief and feel his warmth wrap around your body. His scent fills your head like an intoxicating drink. You hum content, so happy to have him in your arms again.

“Oh, baby,” he whispers as he picks you up slightly from the ground and gives you a deep, passionate kiss. It was intense and electrifying, wrapping you in his blinding love. You place your hands on his face, making sure he’s real and not some cruel dream.

He gently puts you down and you look up at him in anticipation.

“Where have you been?” You ask, hurt filling your voice.

“I’m sorry I was gone so long baby. I-I-I had to take care of things,” he says overwhelmed. He tries to comfort you but suddenly pick up another scent behind him. You suddenly feel on edge as you don’t recognize the scent at all. You dart your eyes back up at him, trying to push him to the side to see who it is but he doesn’t budge.

“Umm honey, I need you to meet someone…” he says uncomfortably. You push at his chest slightly to see who is behind him and he gives way.

It was a girl, maybe twenty years old or so, with long black hair, and flawless golden skin. She wears sunglasses shielding her gaze from you. She doesn’t say anything right away, just stares at you behind the glasses, inspecting your every detail. You step in front of Elvis instinctively, wanting to create a barrier between him and this girl.

“What do you want?” You growl. She smirks at you, amused by your protective tone.

“I’m not a threat,” she says calmly, “my name is Iris.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” you say through your teeth, “what do you want. What are you doing here?” You press. You feel Elvis place his hand on your shoulder to try and calm you but need to focus and don’t want him to touch you right now. You brush his hand off of you and take another step forward to Iris.

“Elvis found us in search of answers,” She starts to explain when a man you’ve never seen starts to walk up the steps behind her. “We are like you, Chosen.”

You feel your stomach drop, not believing what she just said. You glance over at the man standing next to her. He was young too, with wavy dark brunette hair, and pale icy skin.

“My name is Alexander, it’s nice to meet you,” he says sweetly.

You look back at Elvis, unsure if you should trust them or not.

“It’s okay, they’re here to help us,” he says low.

You look back at them, nodding your head that you’ll let them talk.

Iris smiles, “Perfect, where did you guys want to begin?”

Elvis pushed the front door open and stepped to the side. “Please, come in,” he says kindly. You let them walk in first and watch as they inspect every detail of the house. You pull at Elvis’ hand before you two walk in behind them.

He looks at you intensely, as you pull him away from the door.

“Do you know who these vampires are you just invited into your home?” You say low, your eyes blazing with intensity.

“Baby, it’s all okay. They can be trusted. You need to hear what they have to say. They’re the real thing trust me, I was skeptical at first too. Please, just listen to what they have to say,” he says squeezing your hand slightly.

You huff, knowing you can’t say no to him.

“Fine, I’ll let them talk. Then we need to talk too. Alone,” you say shortly.

“I know,” he says softly, knowing there’s a lot left unsaid after your fight.

He lets you walk into the house first, resting his hand on the small of your back.

A spark.

A little golden ember blazes inside of you with one touch of his hand.

You look back at him and he has this look on his face. Smug and yet still tender. But you know he feels it too.

“Mine.” He sighs.

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Sinned Awakening pt. 20.2 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, ANGST, SMUTTT, sub/dom stuff, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: Hello everyone! Told you the next part was gonna be up quick!🤭I couldn't leave you hanging and just needed to get this second half of the chapter ASAP. I'm just gonna let you enjoy I hope you like it!

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!

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It took weeks for your body to recover from the trauma it endured. It was early April and the spring weather in Memphis was still chilly. You grew very restless being in bed for so long but Elvis insisted on it. It was strange having everyone wait on you hand and foot. You never experienced such a thing in your life because you were usually the one taking care of someone. Everyone that worked in the house was the sweetest to you. You can tell they really loved Elvis and liked being around him. They were human and you assumed they knew what he was but you never brought it up. 

Elvis was kind and patient with you, helping you with anything you needed. But you couldn’t help but notice there was something different about him. There was almost a shyness about him when he was around you now and he would be ultra sensitive to you. He wouldn’t touch you for too long and never tried to make the first move when it came to anything intimate. All he would allow himself to do is cuddle you if you were lucky. You had a feeling he wasn’t feeding properly and was not his normal self. You wanted to bring it up and ask him but he wouldn’t let you ask it. He’d always deflect that he was feeling fine and end the conversation right there. As you started to feel back to normal, you missed being with him. You missed those feelings he’d give you when he made love to you.  

The longer this went on, the sadder your heart grew. Did he want to be near you anymore? Did he want you? Did he suddenly find you unattractive because of your scars?

You can only imagine what they must feel like to him and you wanted to talk to him about it. You couldn’t have him shut down again just when things got hard again. Frankly, you were tired of feeling like you couldn’t talk to him. You hated how he was so afraid to touch you and because of what happened, your relationship now had a riff. You didn’t want it that way. You wanted it back to the way it was and have him be his normal self around you. You were his, you were sure of that. There was no one else on this earth that you wanted to be with. You wanted to be with him forever. You came to realize, it didn’t scare you as much when it came to the thought of becoming a vampire one day. After knowing you almost lost your life and Elvis had to watch you in the hospital for all those days unconscious, you knew you had to tell him what you wanted. You needed to tell him you loved him and needed him forever. You’d want to talk to him about it, see if he’d open up to you about his feelings for you, and go from there. It was a huge step, one that would change both of your lives, but you were positive this was what you wanted.

You tried to get him alone to just talk, but his whole demeanor was nervous and anxious. He wouldn’t sit down next to you and would suddenly be whisked away to do something else. You had to show patience for him as he gave to you. After everything he’s confessed to you from wanting to feed from you the first day you worked for him or when he told you about being his Chosen, he gave you the honest truth, no matter how hard it was to hear. Now it was your turn, to be honest and tell him what you wanted when the time was right.

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One Friday night, Elvis booked the Memphian Theater, not too far from Graceland for a private showing of any movies he wanted to watch. You learned he loved going to the movies late at night and you did too. He brought his usual crew with him but they let you and him sit in the back all alone. The first film he wanted to watch was Letter From an Unknown Woman, one of his favorites he revealed to you. 

He held your hand and you liked the small gesture. It was loving and sweet like he always was. You had seen this film a hundred times and you’re sure he had too. You lean on him and place your other hand on the inside of his thigh. You could feel him tense up as you touched him, not having done that in a while he must have been shocked in a way. A little bit halfway through the film, you didn’t have the patience to sit here in the theater and wanted him alone in his bedroom. You wanted him to kiss you and touch you all over, making you feel something good again. It had been too long. You nuzzle your face into his neck, kissing and nipping softly at his skin. He grumbles as you do this, his body still ridged and not relaxed. Your hand roams up his thigh, finding his soft cock in his pants. 

“Can we get out of here please?” You ask sensually, lightly rubbing his length as you continue to kiss his neck. Butterflies swarmed in your tummy, feeling like this was the first time you were getting to touch him. 

He carefully pulls your hand off of him and pulls his neck away from you. You feel your heart sink, not understanding his somber attitude of late and why he won’t let you touch him.

“No honey, not right now. I can’t,” he grumbles and turns his attention back to the screen.

You never thought you could feel unwanted with him, but lately, that’s all you felt like. Barely looked at or barely touched. You really felt like he didn’t have the same feelings for you anymore. You can’t help but take this personally and tears well in your eyes. You put on your coat and make your way out of the theater.

One of the guys drives you back to the house and you rush inside and lock the bedroom door. You sob into your hands, feeling so stupid for all of this and how naive you could be. You felt pushed aside in every possible way. Maybe Raphael was right? Maybe it was true that this is what Elvis does. He gets bored of them quickly and will leave…

No, he said those things to hurt you. There wasn’t an ounce of truth in his words. There was some deep turmoil inside of Elvis that he wasn’t showing you and you needed to know the truth.

Elvis got back to the house a few minutes after you did and you were livid, waiting to confront him.

There was a knock on the door and you went to answer it. He had one of his arms stretched up on the door frame and the other with his hand on his hip. You can tell he was upset, his overall demeanor ticked off as he looked at you from the top of his sunglasses.

Sex dripped off of him looking like this.

Tempting every cell in your body to have him.

He looks so damn good it drove you nearly mad with his fitted slacks and his low buttoned shirt, exposing all his delicious skin to you.

“What the hell were you thinkin’? Why would you leave me?” He scowls.

“You were too busy with your damn movie I knew you didn’t care if I was around or not,” you spat. He pushes his way into the bedroom and gets inches away from you. His demeanor was strong and powerful and you couldn’t lie; it turned you on. You could feel the heat come off of him and the way his dangerous eyes looked at you sent shivers through you. 

“That’s not true, I wanted you there,” he says shortly, pointing his finger at you.

“Did you? Because all you’ve been doing is wanting to spend as little time alone with me as possible! Don’t deny that Elvis, you know it’s true,” you grumble.

“Now y/n I-,” he interjects but you cut him off.

“No! You can’t justify that. There has to be a reason why. There’s something you’re hiding from me I know it. What is it? I’ve been healthy for weeks now and you don’t dare to even touch me or look at me for too long,” you explain.

He takes off his glasses and his eyes are dark and intense, not saying anything to you still.

“Do you still want me? Do you have feelings for me? If there’s someone else then just say it,” you say trembling.

He lets out a frustrated sigh and picks you up swiftly, kicking the door closed behind him, and sitting you down on the edge of the bed firmly. You gasp at his sudden forceful nature searing through him as he looks at you dangerously.

“Goddamn it, stop. Of course, I want you still. It drives me fucking crazy all the time but I just…” he trails off.

“You what? What is it? I know seeing these marks on me isn’t easy but there’s something more to it, isn’t there?” You press, taking a closer look at his dark eyes. They were beginning to look very similar to how they looked in Vegas…

Hungry. 

“Why aren’t you feeding? What’s going on?” You ask. 

He grunts out loud, taking a few steps away from you. 

“No, I am… well, not exactly. I’m drinking from blood bags here and there but… I only want your blood. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. The way it calls out to me, it’s agonizing. And it makes me feel repulsive for not being able to control my thirst when you’ve been hurt for so long.”

“You should have told me…” you say weakly, “I would have let you take some in some way…” you trail off.

“No! I couldn’t hurt you more! There would be no pleasure in feeding myself to my heart’s content while you scream in agony. I heard your screams while Raphael fed on you, how much it hurt you. I can’t re-live something like that. It was awful y/n.”

He falls down to his knees, covering his face with his hands. You felt horrible for him, this struggle he had inside him for so long was because of what Raphael inflicted on you. The pain you experienced was something he also suffered from. 

That’s love, your brain screams. 

“There’s something I just can’t shake. Something else that keeps me mad at myself…” he sighs.

You hold your breath, unsure what he is going to reveal to you.

“What are you talking about?”

“When I found you, barely holding on and struggling to breathe… I wanted to turn you, make you into a vampire.” Your heart skips at the notion and you can’t speak.

“God, I wanted to bite you so bad y/n. Something so sinful awakened inside me and controlled every last thought I had as I tried to get you out of that house. This wild, unknown instinct swept over me and it made me so scared, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t sure if you’d make it by the time I got you to the hospital and I was sure the doctors had no idea what to do for this kind of situation. I thought for a split second, this was the only option to save you. But I didn’t think you would be able to survive the bite since you already had so little blood left in you.”

“I got you to the hospital in time and watched you lay there motionless for days. I was so afraid I was too late. And this deeply rooted selfishness inside me was screaming to turn you. To make you mine and get rid of these awful marks on your body. To not even give you a choice over your own soul… I’m disgusted at myself that I even dared to think that notion.”

You stare at him wide-eyed, not expecting such a confession. Your heart ached for him, so upset he’s been holding this back for so long. It explained so much.

“Then you woke up and I was just relieved you were okay and tried to push all those feelings aside… until I got you home and I saw for the first time how bad the damage really was, how much pain you were in… that’s when I thought, maybe I should turn her? I can put her out of her misery and get her in perfect health. I thought it was bad enough I want your blood but to want, no, need to turn you? This was a whole new level the monster brought out in me. Every time we’ve been alone, I am fighting the need to fuck you senseless and sink my teeth into you.”

“Fuck, I miss the way you taste and I haven’t been feeding because of all this guilt I carry within me but only your blood is what I crave. Just any won’t do. I’m afraid if we’re alone for too long… I won’t be able to control myself and I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t hurt you y/n, it will kill me inside,” He tries to justify.

Your brain feels like it's in a drunken fog, you can’t breathe normally.

“You know I trust you. There’s nothing that’s going to change that, ever,” you whimper.

He looks at you in shock, not believing what just passed between your lips.

“What? Did you just hear anything I said? You should not have that much faith in me,” He growls.

“Yes, I do. I’m sorry you’ve felt like that but I wished you told me sooner… maybe I could have helped you or done something,” you explain. “I thought you hated me…”

“I don’t baby, I’m sorry I made you feel like that… but it’s hard to trust myself fully… not after the terrible thoughts I’ve had playing in my mind. I can’t turn you out of pure selfishness,” he grovels. You understood where he was coming from, to give someone no choice over their fate is a lot to bear, but you didn’t see it that way at all.

“Honey listen. If I woke up and you told me you had to turn me in fear of losing me forever, I would understand. I would be thankful I had a second chance on life that you gave me. I wouldn’t have thought you were being selfish.” You say shyly.

“Really?” He says shakily.

“Yes, I understand why you might think it’s selfish because you barely had the choice to decide if you wanted to become a vampire and you hated the newfound life you had. You were thrown into this new world with no one else to help you. You grew to hate Raphael and what he did because he wasn’t a good man. Everything he did was from a hateful place. That’s not how I would feel if you turned me though. If I woke up and was changed, I’d be thankful I had you and couldn’t wait to start the next chapter of my life,” you confess, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. 

A small smile forms on his face and you blush. His gaze doesn’t falter and he stands back up caressing your face softly, shaking his head slightly. 

“You’re too good. Your soul is too pure to be with me. Always seeing past the bad of a situation.” He pauses, memorizing every detail on your face. Both of your breaths are shallow and the tension is thick. 

“Baby?” He asks, making sure he has your attention. You look in his beautiful eyes and smile. You nod at him, tracing his lip with your finger.

“Yes?”

“I love you, honey, more than life itself. I want you always. I could never live this life with anyone else. I’ve never felt like this for anyone. Please forgive me for any ill sentiments I’ve had. I love you so much and have for quite some time.” He confesses. Your heart flutters and you can’t believe your ears. 

He loves you. 

“I love you too Elvis. I love you more than I have ever loved another being on this earth. I never thought I could love someone so much and have them be the only thing I care about, but I do. I want you forever, baby.” You confess breathlessly.

“Yeah, baby?” He says weakly.

“Yes. I want you and only you.” You confess.

He takes a sharp breath in and holds you in his arms, pure amazement shining through as he looks at you.

“Oh my God, I love you baby. I don’t think I can ever get tired of you saying those words to me. I was made to love you and only you,” he smiles at you, tangling his hand in your hair at the back of your head and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Fireworks explode in your mind as you feel his soft lips crash into yours. This was heaven at its finest, the way his needy touch wrangled you in for more and your body effortlessly responded to him. You missed this more than you realized and you know he did too. He breaks the kiss momentarily to look up at your face and smile at you.

“I missed your lips,” he grumbles, taking another long kiss. You can't help but moan into his mouth, missing how he felt too. Your hands clutched at his arms, needing him so much closer than he already is. You could sense he was needy too, the way his chest rose and fell and how he kissed you like he was dying for your lips to save him. You break the kiss momentarily to get something that’s been weighing on your mind too. He gets a bit flustered and backs away a bit from you.

“Was that too much honey? I’m sorry to get carried away,” he blushes.

“No, it’s not that honey. Trust me it’s more than welcomed. I just wanted to tell you something that’s been on my mind.” You pause, summoning the courage to continue. 

“I’ve done a lot of thinking since coming here, contemplating on my life and how it turned out. I’ve realized that I wouldn’t change any of it. That I would still want to be with you no matter what. I want you to turn me one day and be by your side forever.” you tell him. You reach for him to come closer and have him push against your body. 

“Really honey? You would let me turn you?” He asks.

“Yes, I will. I can’t live without you,” you confess. He can’t believe what he’s hearing and lets out a relieved sigh.

“I can’t live without you either. I love you so much honey,” he says, going in for another kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair and there’s more urgency in each kiss. You both are desperate for each other and every inch of you feels like it's on fire. The heat in between your legs grows and the need for him to touch your bare skin becomes unbearable.

You quickly take your lips off of him, “I know you can control yourself with me. I've shown you time and time again you can. I’m sorry you’ve felt like you couldn’t tell me any of this sooner,” You tell him. He nods his head, “I know, it was stupid of me. So stupid.” He says exasperated, kissing you again with so much need it’s suffocating. 

“I umm… I think I know when I want you to turn me…” you say insecurely.

“Oh okay, when honey?” He asks nervously. 

“My birthday, May 17th. I think that gives me plenty of time to soak in any human experiences I want to have before then.” You say jokingly.

He smirks at you, amused by your attitude. “Okay, baby. So a month? Are you sure that’s enough time? There’s no rush, you just tell me when. I want to give you every last human experience,” he assures you.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure” you smirk at him. You rub your hand along his face, feeling his smooth cold skin. You look at him longingly, feeling the heat in your core grow.

“I love you,” you whimper, kissing his forehead softly. He looks at you in awe and you both don’t say anything to each other. Just longingly stare at what’s in front of you. You know he can sense how your body is on fire for him, needing so much attention from him. 

“Baby, who’s in the house right now?” You ask. His eyebrows furrow and is confused by the question.

“Uhh… a couple of the guys are in the basement and the living room. Why?”

Your hand continues to trace over every inch of his face, memorizing every last detail.

“Because I don’t want them in the house tonight. I don’t want them to be able to hear the things want to do to you tonight,” you say coyly. His eyes shoot open wide and takes in a sharp breath. He slowly gets up and looks over you hungrily, in more ways than one.

“Oh…I’ll go tell them to leave,” he says before turning to the door. You bite your cheek and nod your head at him. The bedroom door closes and you run to the bathroom.

You wanted him to have you all night long, doing every last dirty thing he could think of. God you missed him. Every last inch of you missed how he kissed you and touched you and made you beg for more.

You look over your appearance in the mirror, giddy and happy with what he’s just confessed to you. You take off your clothes and leave on the red lace bra and panty set you have underneath. Running out of the bedroom, you get to the top of the staircase and see him closing the front door and locking it.

He turns around to see what you’re wearing and his jaw falls slack. A burst of confidence comes over you and you tauntingly walk down the stairs, ever so slowly, wanting him to look at you enviously. Even the way he looked tonight had you weak. Treading lightly down the stairs, you look over his perfect frame and how badly you want to tear his clothes off of him. You walk up to him and drag his hand down across the front of your body, cupping your breasts and making him follow your every move with his eyes. 

“Goddamn Mama, you look so good,” he says as he licks his lips sensually. 

You smirk at him and grab the collar of his shirt, pushing him against your needy body. 

“What was it exactly you had in mind tonight that the whole house needed to be cleared out?” He teases, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Well, a few things actually. I’ve had a lot of time to think what I wanted from you,” you say low. 

He hums amused, “And what have you wanted baby?” He asks as he pushes you into his hips firmly, feeling his length twitch in his pants. You bite your lip from keeping the moan you want to let out. 

You tauntingly push him away from you, looking up at his gorgeous face. 

“I’ve been needing you to take care of me and use that mouth to please me,” you say. 

“I can do that baby,” he says breathlessly. 

“Good. Come on,” you say, taking his hand and leading him through the house. You had explored the house by yourself a few times and wanted to take him to the basement. As you walk down the stairs, you glance over at him in the reflection of the mirrors that line the sides and ceiling of the stairwell. He looks over your backside and gently pulls a lock of hair that falls down the middle of your back. You smirk to yourself, still in denial you have him so in love with you. You pull him to the U-shaped couch and you take a seat in the middle of it, spreading your legs a bit as you look up at him.

“What we doin’ down here?” He teases.

“Shhh, take off your clothes for me,” you instruct, brushing your hair off your chest and making sure he’s looking at every inch of you. He smirks at you and nods his head. 

He peels his jacket off of him and you watch as his nimble fingers work off every button of his shirt. He drops that to the floor and then reaches for the button of his pants. You could see the outline of his hard cock and it made you wet just looking at it. He lets his pants fall to the floor and kicks them to the side. 

A pleased moan escapes your lips as you take in what you see, taking a deep breath before you begin to speak. 

“Mmm… you look damn good too. Come closer,” you tease him. “I want you on your knees, now,” you tell him, standing right in front of you. He nods at you in a daze and sinks down slowly, staring at your body in front of him.

You put your legs over his shoulder as your hand trails down slowly into your panties. He looks at you starved, not being able to hide the fact he’s desperate for you. You discover how wet you are and rub your bud softly, creating the utmost amount of friction that makes you feel good. 

“I’m so wet for you,” you groan. 

His heated stare intensifies, “Fuck, I know baby,” he breathes. 

“Here’s what I need you to do. I want you to use that tongue of yours and eat me. Make me come all over your mouth,” you instruct. He groans, liking the sound of that. “I can do that honey.”

You slip off your panties and reach for his arm, lifting his fingers to your mouth. You put two of his fingers in your mouth and suck on them, swirling your tongue around them to get them all wet. He cusses under his breath and his eyes plead for you. 

You put your legs back on his shoulder and guide his wet fingers to your folds. 

“I want these inside me too,” you tell him. He rubs his fingers through your folds and nods his head drunkenly. 

He can’t wait any longer and groans heavily as his two wet fingers spread your folds open. He leans down and begins to lick your folds, devouring your pussy. The moment his mouth is on you, you are a puddle. You hold onto a fist full of his hair as you feel your body weaken with every lick of his tongue. You could have sworn the last time he did this, it couldn’t get any better but now, you swear this is the best thing you’ve ever felt. 

He suckles at your clit, making the throbbing in your core grow more for him. He doesn’t need much direction, he knows just where you like it and responds to your body so effortlessly. Your hips grind into his face and he groans when he feels this. 

“Just like that baby,” you moan, pulling his hair tighter. He moans into you and works his tongue to your entrance, teasing and lapping there without entering inside. It was agonizing the way he’d give you so much yet not enough attention to your needy body. His thumb finds your aching bud and rubs it in circles as his tongue focuses on your core. You can feel the coil in your belly tighten and it won’t be long until you come apart. 

He suddenly stops to look up at you and the most devious smirk forms on his face. 

“Fuck baby you’re tasting so good. I’m going to keep you up all night,” he groans. Your heart leaps out of your chest and you moan his name. 

He keeps looking at you, drunk on your body. He suddenly slips his finger inside you, all the way to his knuckle. You moan out, not having had anything inside you for some time. His long finger teased and felt out your wet walls, making you want more. He can read your expressions like a book now and knows you want more. So he slips a second finger inside you, then, a third. You gasp and he pumps his fingers deep inside you and teases you the way you like. 

“Oh fuck, baby, yes. Yes right there,” you whimper. Your arousal drips down his fingers and his mouth is back on your clit, sucking and fucking you with his long digits. He moans more as he eats you, not getting enough of you. 

“Make me come, baby, please make me come,” you beg him. He obeys and curls his fingers deep inside of you, suckling your clit and that’s when you see blinding stars in your eyes. Your body shutters and your core clenches around his fingers. Your whole body feels warm and trembles under him. He takes his fingers out of you and licks at your entrance, thrusting his tongue inside you and making it hard to breathe. 

“So good baby. Oh my god,” you groan as he continues to lap at your folds. He makes these ungodly pent-up groans as he puts both of his hands on your hips, moving your body lower on the couch to eat you with more fervor. The way his mouth worshipped you made you ache for him. Your body shakes and you could have him do this all night. You pull back at his hair and make him look at you, slick covering his face.

“You did so good baby. Made me feel so good,” you say breathless, “Now it’s my turn. Sit down.”

He looks as though he wants to protest, but you don’t let him, you pull at his hair, making him groan. “Sit. Down,” you instruct.

He sits on the couch with his back against the pillows, his legs spread open, and his cock hard. You kneel in between his legs, taking his length in your hand and slowly start to jerk it. Your thumb gathers the slick precum around his head and spread it more along his shaft. He groans and closes his eyes as your hand works him. 

“Look at me,” you tell him. He does as he’s told and moans louder when he sees your intense gaze. 

“I want to suck on your cock baby. I wanna take as much as I can in my mouth and then, I’ll fuck you. Ride it how you like,” you tempt. 

Your other hand finds his heavy balls and you massage them in your hand, making him groan loudly. 

“Fuck mama, please. Put your mouth on me.” He begs, his hand reaching out to squeeze one of the pillows on the couch. 

You tease him with kisses first, getting inches away from his cock, but move somewhere else and repeat it over and over. He lets out the most frustrated groans as your hand moves along his shaft. You finally give in and swirl your tongue around his head. He lets out a pleased groan and cusses your name. 

“Fuck baby I’ve missed that mouth,” he sighs. You hum gently and take more of him in your mouth, sucking and licking the bottom of his shaft. Your other hand continues to massage his balls, making him buck into your mouth. You find his hand and bring it to the back of your head, making him grip a fist full of hair. You moan when you feel the pressure there and take more of him in your mouth. His body tenses up and you groan when you feel his length hit the back of your throat. 

“Goddamn baby, you’re killing me,” he groans through his teeth, pulling on your hair tighter. You slowly take his cock out of your mouth and suck at the tip of it, making eye contact with him.

“Oh I’m sorry, you want me to stop or take more?” you tease. He doesn’t say anything right away, just begs with his eyes. You wait for his answer, rubbing your thumb along his tip. He bucks his hips up as you play with his sensitive head over and over.

“Fuck, take more baby, give me more, please. Put my cock down your throat,” he pleads. Your core squeezes at the sound of his words and you bite your lip at him. 

“Okay, help me take more then,” you insinuate. He takes a deep breath and looks down at you hungrily.

You tremble a bit, wrapping your lips around him once more, and move faster on him, taking his long length deep inside your mouth. He moans your name loudly, his hips moving with each thrust of your mouth, helping you take more of him. You can feel your arousal leak out of you and down the side of your thigh. You squeeze your legs together, hoping that would stop the throbbing so you can focus on him more. But it doesn’t and you just have to suffer through it. 

You relax your jaw and let his cock fuck your throat, taking as much of his length as you can. His hand finds your hair again and cusses your name, thrusting up into you. You want to crumble right there at how he says your name and grunts as his cock is stuffed in your throat. The way he sounded was so unbelievably hot and erotic. Your hand finds your folds and you slowly rub your clit, sending a shockwave through you. You let out a guttural moan as your fingers work on you and send a vibration through him. He gasps as you move faster on him, wanting him to come. You can feel his body tense up, unable to hold back anymore. Your tongue works the underside of his shaft and his hips stutter into you, feeling his cock pulse and pour his hot seed down your throat. You moan as he finishes, loving that you’ve made him feel this good.

“Ah fuck baby, yes. Oh God yesss,” he whimpers, thrusting a few more times into you as the last bit of seed comes out of him. 

You slowly pull him out of your mouth, making sure he watches you swallow everything he poured into you. He groans when he sees you swallow, giving him a slight smirk when you do so. You go back to tease his head, licking every so gently but knowing he is sensitive from his release. He gasps as he feels your tongue back on him.

“Oh mama, no. Too sensitive,” he whimpers. You don’t listen though, you keep teasing, liking to hear the different moans and whimpers you get out of him. He tries to squirm out of your grasp, sitting up straighter on the couch. 

You stop momentarily, looking at him with a smug grin on your face. You straddle his hips, taking his length in your hand and lining him up to your entrance. He was still a bit hard so you knew he’d get inside you with ease. You slowly sink down on him, your wetness covering his cock completely. He whimpers in agony, looking at you shocked.

“This better baby? Don’t you like it when my pussy squeezes around you,” you taunt with a roll of your hips. He lets his head fall back onto the couch, breathing heavily and groaning.

“Fuck… Fuck you’re killing me.” He groans. You roll your hips once again and he shoots his head up to look at you. 

“Don’t lie to me, baby. I know you love this,” you groan into his ear. He nods his head at you, clutching onto your body tight.

“Yes, you feel so good. Agh ride me please,” he moans deeply. You rock your hips slowly on him, taking only a few inches at a time. You make his head tilt up to the mirrored ceiling, “Watch how I ride you. Watch how I like to ride your cock.” You groan, slowly moving up and down on him. You lean away from his body and place your hands on his chest. 

You could feel his length getting hard again inside you, filling you even better than before. You watch as he keeps his eyes open as you slowly fuck him. He looks so perfect like his, being so submissive to you and completely at your mercy. You look over his body, seeing how there’s this vein that bulges out of his neck when you ride him faster and he’s trying not to come again. Pulling his hair swiftly, he shoots his eyes open and looks at you intently. You kiss him passionately, your tongue tangling with his and moaning deeply. He smiles between kisses and you pull away slightly, watching his dark hungry eyes get even darker.

“Feed baby. I want you to take a bite,” you coo. He stills and looks at you shocked.

“Honey, but I-,” he tries to say but you cut him off.

“No buts. You need it,” you tell him. You take his hand and make his fingers trace the top of your shoulder where it meets your neck. “Bite right here. I want you to feel good baby,” you coo. 

This time, he doesn’t need to be told twice as he places his hand on the back of your head and pulls you in, kissing up and down your neck. You sink down on the rest of his length and grind at the base of his cock, pulling his body flush to yours. He hisses and nips at your neck, grumbling to himself.

“Are you really gonna ride me as I do this? Such a naughty fucking girl,” he growls, pushing his hips up into you. Your heart starts to hammer away in your chest and you want him more than you ever have.

You gasp at how good he feels and you hold onto his shoulders tight, wrapping your arms around his neck and your fingers intertwining in his hair. You hear his breathing pick up and he starts to growl. You know his fangs have descended and is ready. Your hips roll onto him and you let out a breathy sigh, “Please,” you beg.

He holds you tight and sinks his teeth into you, groaning as he does so. You can tell he was trying to be gentle and not hurt you too much. His sharp fangs stung when they entered your skin but by no means felt like how you were bitten before by Raphael or Daniel. You swivel your hips and a new pleasurable sensation floods your mind and body. He felt so good like this. You feel his tongue dance on your skin, lapping at your blood seeping out of you. He moans as he tastes you, pushing his cock in and out of you ever so slowly. 

“Fuck baby yes, just like that,” you groan, pushing the back of his head into your neck more. You feel him suck harder on you, drinking more of your blood. His hands move to the front of your body and they find your breasts, squeezing them firmly. You close your eyes, letting all these sensations take over your body. You fuck him harder, feeling the heat in your belly roar for more. Gasping and groaning for him, you feel his hands wander to your hips now, stilling you as he fills you to the hilt. You gasp, not having had him do this to you in such a long time. It felt like he was going to break you in two with his cock.

He gently starts to take his mouth off of you, licking at the remaining blood coming out of the wound. He looks at you in the eye and gives you a mischievous little grin, his blue eyes emerging and red disappearing.

“Oh baby,” he growls, “Such a fucking dirty girl. Liking to be fucked and fed from hmm?” He groans. 

You take a short breath, trying to focus on him and not how his cock is completely ruining you.

“Y-yes baby. I like it a lot,” you whimper, feeling the mood of the room shift completely.

He tsks his tongue disapprovingly, “What am I to do with you? Maybe I should keep ruining you all night,” he says darkly.

“Y-y-yes… please,” you breathe. He hums softly and picks you off of him.

“You’re gonna be a good little girl for daddy? I listened to you, now you need to listen to me,” he groans in your ear. You nod quickly and hold onto him tightly.

He takes your hand and leads you back up the stairs to his bedroom. 

“Get on the bed baby, on your back,” he commands, his eyes serious and domineering. Your heart pounded in your ears, unable to function properly with how he was looking at you.

He grows impatient, not liking how you’re not listening to him.

“I thought you said you’d listen,” he says gruffly, giving your ass a swift spank. 

“Sorry Daddy,” you whimper, biting your lip and slowly turning around to crawl onto the bed. You lay down and your hands trail over your breasts, making sure he’s looking at you.

He smugly smiles at you, plotting what he wants from you next. 

“Open those pretty legs for me, baby,” he says, taking his cock in his hand. Your slick still covered his shaft and made a wet, sloppy sonance as he rubbed himself. You moan inwardly as it drove you crazy, wishing he would just take you now. But no, he wanted to play with you.

You part your legs a bit, staring up at him patiently, knowing this isn’t what he wants from you. He looks at you disapprovingly.

“Come on baby, am I going to have to put you in the position I want you, or you gonna be a good girl and do it for me?” He grumbles.

“I’ll be good, but I want your hands to do the work,” you retort. He bites his lip, gets on the bed, and pushes your legs wide apart.

“You’re just begging to be ruined aren’t ya?” He says as he gets in between your legs and his thumb finds your clit, “You want me to fuck you til the sun comes up and make you beg for more is that it?” He growls.

“Mhmm… I know you want that too,” you moan as he plays with you, making your whole body turn aflame. He pushes your legs up, closer to your chest, and holds them there.

“Fine baby, I’ll ruin this little pussy all night,” he says taking his length in his hand. He rubs his cock through your wet folds, making you moan with need. He sighs when he does this too, looking at how much your body aches for him.

“Look how wet you are for me, dying to have me fuck you,” you groan as his tip teases your entrance. You gasp when you realize you’re more sensitive than you thought.

“Yes, Elvis, please fuck me,” you beg.

In one swift motion, he thrusts his length inside you, making you cry out in pleasure. He moved in long rolling thrusts, making sure you felt every inch of him go inside of you. He can’t help but cuss when he’s deep inside you, moaning how good you feel. His hands grab onto your thighs, squeezing them tightly as he pounds into you faster. 

You writhe underneath him, unable to look at him above you for too long. With the way he was taking you, you knew it wouldn’t be long til you came undone. His hand slithers to your throat, making your eyes pop back open to look at him.

“Let me see those pretty eyes baby. Let me watch how much you like this,” he says with a snap of his hips. You groan in agony, staring into his lust-filled blue eyes. His gaze was so intense, too much to handle for a poor human. You can’t help but moan his name, watching how a smirk would form on his face when you said it.

“So good Daddy, feels so good,” you gasp out. 

“I know mama I know, taking me so good,” he breathes. Your eyes trail down to see where you two are meeting, watching how each thrust of his hips makes you more wet. Your arousal gathers at the base of his cock in a sticky puddle and groan louder, overwhelmed with everything that you’re feeling and seeing.

You can’t seem to stop moaning for him, cursing his name, or crying out for him to keep going. Thank God no one was in the house, it was a good decision to make after all.

His hand caresses your face, turning your full attention back to him.

“I know baby, I won’t stop. You feel too good to stop now. So fucking wet and tight for me,” your eyes roll back at his words and groan loudly. You feel his fingers press against your lips and you instinctually open them for him to put them in your mouth.

“Suck on these baby, shhh nice and quiet. Listen to how wet you are when I fuck you,” he groans. You feel your heart thump out of control and suck on his fingers, trying to stay quiet but know this is pure torture.

He moves slowly again, making slow, wet sounds come out of you. You grab onto his wrist, squeezing it tightly as his hips move faster into you and make the most obscene sounds come out of your core. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the coil in your belly about to snap any second. Your walls begin to flutter and you look up at Elvis with pleading eyes. He keeps you in his gaze, not letting you come just yet. He wanted you to beg for it. He fucks you harder, watching how you writhe underneath him for your release. You whimper for him, begging with your eyes to have him let you finish.

“Goddamn baby, being so good. I know you wanna come now. Come for me,” he coos, taking his fingers out of your mouth and rubbing your clit as he grunts deeply.

You see stars in your vision once more and cry out his name, your core squeezing around him. He cusses under his breath and moans loudly. It all felt so intense like it was the first time all over again. His thrusts become ragged and sporadic as he groans your name and comes inside you. You feel how much he’s come, filling you with it and gasping for breath. You feel light and exhausted at the same time. Nothing can give you the same feelings Elvis gives you. He swivels his hips lazily while he’s still inside you, making you squirm with how sensitive you are. You gasp for air and try to calm down your frantic breathing as his cock still stuffs you. God, you don’t understand how he drives you this crazy but you’ll never get enough of him.

He hums softly to himself and kisses you deeply, breathing in and taking in your scent. 

“Mine,” he growls into your mouth.

“Yours,” you whimper back, kissing him with need.

He lets go of your legs and lets you wrap them around his torso, keeping you two pieced together. He quickly breaks the kiss and smiles at you, brushing back the hair that’s fallen on your face.

“Say it again for me,” he begs. You smirk at him, not needing to ask what he’s referencing.

“I love you,” you whisper. He kisses your cheek and you can feel his lips turn into a smile.

“Again,” he moans.

“I love you,” you whimper. He moves down to your neck, kissing and nipping there.

“Again baby,” he whines.

“I love you, baby.” 

“Forever?” He asks.

“Forever.”

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