#Elvis Presley x fem reader

[youaintnothinbuta]

if you don't mind do you think you can do some Elvis angst I really enjoy them but I haven't found any and they don't have to be about anything in specific just as long as it has some angst a little fluff and smut you don't have to if you don't want to but I'll appreciate it!!! 🙏 If you want something to base it off it can be about Elvis affairs or y/n affairs and they get into fights or something and then make up but not until one of them makes it clear that they will leave one another if they don't stop (sorry if it doesn't make sense or sounds stupid😭)

I hope this covers all bases!! <3

“Come home, baby, please.” — elvis presley x reader

Summary: You and elvis are fighting about him never being around because he’s ‘too busy’ but being seen with all these girls in the newspapers constantly, when you decide you’ve had it and leave for your parents house. After days and days go by and his guilt growing, he comes and gets you and you have make up sex in the car

Pairing: Elvis Presley or Austin!elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 1,800

Warnings: angsty, argument, yelling, SMUT, 18+, car sex, make up sex, unprotected sex, probably typos

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“You’re never here, Elvis, never,” You yelled, throwing the newspapers at his feet, “and how is this supposed to make me feel any better?”

The headlines, yet again, in big, bold text, wrote about another woman spotted with him, mocking you with every word.

Elvis looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and irritation. “I am busy, Y/N, you know that, providing for you and every other god damn person I know. I have responsibilities.”

“Responsibilities? Is that what you’re calling it?” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “Flirting with every girl who bats her eyelashes at you? Is that your responsibility too?”

He stood up abruptly, towering over you, “You know it ain’t like that, baby. Those girls mean nothing to me.”

“Then why do see these headlines every day, Elvis? Every. Damn. Day.” you retorted, your arms crossing over your chest in defiance. He leant down, picking up the newspapers you were standing on. He tore them to shreds, the sound of ripping paper filling the room.

“I don’t write these goddamn headlines, Y/N. What the hell do you want me to do about it?” His voice rose, surprising even himself with the aggression in his tone. “They ain’t mean nothin’ to me.”

“I want to believe you, Elvis, I really do,” you said, your voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and anger. “But I can’t keep living like this. I won’t be second best in your life.”

He reached out to touch your arm, but you flinched away.

“I mean it, Elvis. If this doesn’t stop, we’re over. Call me when you’re ready to start acting like a man,” you declared, your voice firm with resolve. With that, you grabbed your car keys from the bench and stormed out.

“Don’t you dare spe—“ Elvis shouted, but the door slamming shut behind you interrupted him before he could finish.

Elvis stood there, watching you go, his chest tight with a mixture of anger and regret. Huffing in frustration, he stared down at the shredded remnants of the newspapers scattered across the floor, the headlines mocking him with their accusations.

He expected you to come back that night, like you always did after a fight, but as the hours passed, and you didn’t return, he began to worry. Days went by, each one dragging on in agonising slowness as he waited for you to walk back through the door. He missed the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your eyes, the way you always knew how to soothe his mind.

One night he went out, and as per usual, he was met with the eager attention of adoring fans and all the girls who would swarm him, but it felt different this time. While he always swore it meant nothing, and it did, this time he felt sick with guilt, so much so he was headed home by midnight.

He sat alone on his side of the bed, the weight of his actions finally hit him. He realised that he couldn’t live without you, that he needed you in his life more than anything. Hesitating, he finally picked up his telephone. Unsure of where exactly you were, his best guess was your parent’s house.

His heart pounded in his chest as he waited hoped for you to pick up. Thinking he wasn’t going to get an answer, he was momentarily stunned when he heard your voice say ‘hello?’

You asked again, ‘hello?’

“Come home, baby, please,” he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. There was silence as you replayed the sound of his voice in your mind.

“Alright, darlin’, you win,” he continued, “You’re my number one. It’s killing me going to bed without you,” he confessed.

“Come pick me up then,” you demanded, your voice softening slightly.

Without hesitation, Elvis agreed, relief flooding through him at the prospect of seeing you again. “I’m leaving right now,” he promised, the urgency in his voice evident. He really wasn’t kidding, you heard his keys jangling in his hands through the line.

You hung up, feeling a mix of emotions. You sat by the window in the living room, only a lamp on as your parents had gone to bed already, waiting for him to arrive. You didn’t know how to feel, only that you still loved him, despite everything.

It was a long drive to your parents, about 40 minutes, but he was there as soon as he could’ve been. Finally, he arrived, the headlights of his car casting long shadows across the familiar driveway. With a sigh of relief, he killed the engine and stepped out into the cool night air.

As he approached the front door, he hesitated for a moment, his hand poised to knock. But before he could make a sound and wake your family, the door swung open, and there you stood, bathed in the soft glow of the porch light. For a fleeting moment, Elvis was struck by the sight of you, how pretty you looked in the pale light.

You wanted to be angry with him, you wanted to give him the silent treatment and make him work for forgiveness but the second you saw his beautiful face, you couldn’t help but smile. Without a word, you stepped out onto the porch, closing the door softly behind you. Elvis met your gaze, his expression filled with remorse.

He opened your door for you, making his way around to the driver’s side once you were in. You looked over at him as he sat, his eyes already on you.

“I'm sorry, baby,” he says, his voice low and sincere, “don’t ever run away on me like that to me again.”

You turn to face him, your expression softening. “Don't ever make me feel like I have to,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I won't,” he promises, reaching out to take your hand, his lips grazing over your knuckles. “I swear.”

You can see the sincerity in his eyes, and you can't help but believe him, even if it might be against your better judgment. You lean over and press your lips to his, feeling the tension between you start to dissipate. You glance down, noticing the way his muscles tense under his shirt. You missed him. You really did. You’d never tell him that, though.

Without a word, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him as you deepened the kiss. His sucks in a surprised breath at your unexpected movement. You can feel his erection grow as you kiss him, the size of him putting pressure on your clit. You waste no time in releasing his cock from his pants, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted as he deftly maneuvered your panties aside, his fingers tracing patterns of anticipation along the delicate curve of your thigh. You push his hand out the way, gently lowering yourself down onto him, your jaw hung open at the feeling.

A guttural groan escaped his lips as you bottomed out, the raw intensity of the moment leaving you both reeling. You began to move, a steady rhythm building between you as the car filled with the heady scent of arousal, the windows fogging over with the heat of you both. Elvis' hands roam over your body, touching you wherever he could as he whispered apologies and words of love.

He attempted to guide you to move up and down instead of back and forth, you took the hint, earning a series of raspy grunts from him. You could feel the tension building between you, the pleasure mounting higher and higher. As you rode him, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Elvis sensed it too, because his fingers found your clit, rubbing quick circles that sent you spiraling over the edge.

You cried out as you came, your orgasm rippling through you like a shockwave. You wrapped your arms around his neck, needing something to hold onto as you lost control of your body. Your orgasm coated his cock with more wetness, “I’ve got you,” he murmured, still thrusting himself up into you. Elvis followed you over the edge, groaning as he filled you with his release.

As you come down from your high, Elvis chuckles, looking towards the window.

“Makeup sex right outside your parents' window, who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?” He teased, lightly squeezing your ass.

You playfully punched him in the chest, shushing him as you tried to catch your breath. “Be quiet,” you whispered, blush colouring your cheeks.

Elvis grinned, pulling you close for a kiss. “I love you,” he says, his voice soft. He reaches his fingertip to the condensation on the window, drawing half a heart.

You smiled, reaching your hand over to finish the other half. “I love you too,” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

You reluctantly pulled yourself off of Elvis' lap. He quickly adjusted his pants, tucking himself away before pulling off his jacket, wrapping it around you to keep you warm for the drive home.

“Let's get you home,” he said, his voice soft. He started the car, pulling away from the curb as you settled into the passenger seat. He rested his left hand on the steering wheel as he drove, his right arm wrapped around you holding you close to him. You leant into his body, feeling his warmth against you. You giggled, still feeling the aftershocks of earlier orgasm. He must’ve somehow known, because he leant down to press a kiss to your head.

“My girl,” he whispered. As you continued along the quiet road, the weight of the day and the events of the week began to catch up with you, exhaustion settling heavy upon your shoulders.

Elvis sensed your weariness, his arm tightening around you as he pulled you closer, cocooning you in the safety of his embrace. “You can sleep,” he whispered, “I’ve got you.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words spread through you. You let yourself drift off, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

When you finally arrived back at his house, Elvis woke you gently, his touch a gentle caress against your skin as he guided you inside, still wrapped in his jacket. With his help, you changed into one of your nighties.

You brushed your teeth together, your eyes meeting, making you laugh in the mirror as you both rinsed.

As you climbed into bed, Elvis pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. “I'm never letting you go again,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you say, snuggling closer to him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby as you drifted off to sleep, finally back in his.

[stephstars08]

Falling Apart

Austin!Elvis Presley x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mention of Drugs being taken, Drugs, Mention of Drinking Alcohol, Divorce, Depressed Elvis, Yelling/Fighting, Elvis having a meltdown on stage, Colonel trying to manipulate Reader, Mention of Elvis collapsing, Fluff at the end, and Maybe some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!!!)

Summary: Due the Colonel making Elvis take a bunch of drugs to keep him energized to perform, it’s making Elvis completely fall apart. It get’s even worse when Pricilla packs all of her stuff up and leaves Elvis taking their daughter with her. After Elvis’s dad’s assistant Y/N hears the news she does everything she can to help Elvis pull himself back together.

Word Count: 2,162

Author’s Note: FINALLY MY FIRST ELVIS MOVIE STORY IS HERE! I’ve been waiting for basically a year to finally get a plot for a story for one of my favorite movies of all time! This isn’t just my first Austin/Elvis story but this is also my first story of the new year so I hope you all enjoy! If any of you want to you can read this as Elvis x Reader or Austin!Elvis x Reader! It’s up to you!!

Y/N Y/L/N is the assistant to Vernon Presley who is of course the father of the one and only Elvis Presley. Vernon is in charge of Presley Enterprises. Vernon hired Y/N to be his assistant when Elvis came home from the army. Due to all of the films Elvis was staring in at the time it was getting too hard for Vernon to take care of everything by himself so that’s why he hired Y/N.

When Y/N got the job, she wasn’t expecting to be around Elvis so much. Of course, Y/N isn’t complaining since Elvis has brought her in with open arms and so did his wife Priscilla. Elvis has thanked Y/N so much for helping his father out.

Y/N would be lying if she said that she has never had a crush on the heartthrob. When Elvis first started out Y/N immediately grew a crush on him, but that crush did fade away after she graduated from high school and when Elvis went overseas to be in the army. But as time went on that crush returned and the more, she was around Elvis, the more the crush grew. Y/N wished she didn’t feel that way about Elvis since he’s married to Priscilla, and she is really good friends with Priscilla as well. But those thoughts just flood her mind whenever she is with him.

Y/N loved everything about her job except having to work with the Colonel who is the manager of Elvis. Ever since the first day she met the Colonel she knew he wasn’t very fond of her. She hated being around him since she always feels uncomfortable around him, and she always gets bad vibes from him.

But Y/N didn’t see the Colonel’s dark side till Elvis started to play a residency in Las Vegas.

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Y/N was at her apartment getting ready to meet Vernon at a business meeting. Right before she walked out the door, she heard her phone ring. When she answered the phone, she heard Vernon’s voice.

“Hi, I was just about to walk out the door to meet you.” Y/N said into the phone. “Priscilla left Elvis this morning.” She heard Vernon tell her which made her heart drop. “Oh my gosh.” Y/N said in a shocked tone. Even though she’s shocked by the news she knew the reason why Priscilla left. “She moved all of her stuff out and she took Lisa with her.” She heard Vernon tell her. She could hear the sadness in his voice. “How is Elvis?” Y/N asked in the phone. That was the only question that was coming to her mind. “He’s a complete mess.” She heard him tell her which broke her heart.

“Can you go to Graceland and just stay there with him till I come back from the meeting?” Vernon asked her. “I just really don’t want him to be alone right now.” He added. “Of course, I can.” Y/N answered into the phone.

“Thank you so much dear.” She heard him say. “I’ll talk to you soon.” He added which made her smile a little. “You’re welcome. I’ll talk to you soon.” She told him through the phone. After they said their goodbyes Y/N hung up the phone.

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Y/N parked her car in front of the big Graceland mansion. She turned the car off and grabbed her purse from the passenger seat. She got out of the car closing the driver's seat door. As Y/N made her way to the front door she wrapped the strap of her purse around her shoulder.

When she got to the door, she rang the doorbell and waited but no one answered so she rang the doorbell again but still no answer. Y/N put her hand on the doorknob and twisted it which made the door open. Y/N walked inside the mansion. “Elvis!” Y/N called out as she closed the door. She looked around and noticed that things that belonged to Priscilla were gone. Y/N let out a sigh she she walked into the dining room and put her keys and purse down onto the table.

“Elvis!” Y/N called out again as she walked over to the bottom of the staircase and again, she got no response. She knew Elvis had to be home because where else would he go. Y/N walked up the staircase and right when she got to the top, she heard whimpering. Y/N walked down the hallway and stopped in front of the door to what was the bedroom Elvis once shared with Priscilla. That was where the whimpering was coming from. She was going to knock on the door, but something was telling her to just walk in.

When she opened the door, she saw a bunch of medicine bottles on the floor. Y/N walked in and at first, she didn’t see Elvis till she walked past the king-sized bed. Elvis was sitting on the floor crying into his knees that were hiding his face. It broke Y/N’s heart seeing Elvis in this kind of state. “Elvis.” Y/N said in a soft voice. Elvis looked up at her with his eyes filled with tears and his cheeks soaked with tears running down them. “What are you doing?” Elvis asked her. She could hear how broken he was in his voice. “Your father wanted me to be here with you till he comes back from his business meeting.” Y/N told him. Elvis didn’t say anything back. He just looked away from her.

Y/N sat down next to him. “I’m so sorry about what happened.” Y/N told him with sincere in her voice. “Why are you saying sorry to me?” Elvis asked still not looking at her. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked him. “I’m the reason why she left. She said I’m like a zombie.” Elvis told her as tears continued to stream down his face like a waterfall. “Those pills are what turn you like that.” Y/N told him which made him finally look back at her.

She can’t just keep jumping around it anymore. When he’s on those pills it’s like he’s a completely different person. Those pills are making him fall apart.

“The pills. They just keep controlling me. It’s like they have taken over me.” Elvis told her as he started to cry harder if that was even possible. “I know.” Y/N started. “That’s why I’m here. I’m going to help you get through this.” Y/N told him looking him straight into his eyes. Elvis believed her as he stared back into her eyes. “Okay.” Elvis said in a soft voice.

“I’m going to go downstairs into the kitchen to get you some water.” Y/N told him but before she could stand up, he grabbed her hand. “Please, don’t leave me. Please stay with me.” Elvis said to her in a pleading tone. “Okay! Okay, I’ll stay here with you.” Y/N told him in reassurance. Y/N wrapped her arm around him and rubbed her hand up and down his arm as he cried.

They stayed like that till Vernon came home.

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As a lot of time pasted Y/N kept her promise to Elvis. She’s been looking after him as much as she could. Even though Y/N has been doing her best to take care of Elvis, he’s still not the man he once was.

The only time Elvis looks happy is when he is on stage in front of his fans. The only people that knew what he was going through were the people he sees every day.

Elvis was playing another show in Vegas. Y/N watching him perform from the side of the stage with Jerry by her side. “You’ve been very quiet this evening.” Jerry said to her which earned him a glare from her. “You know damn well why I’ve been quiet.” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “The Colonel came before I could call you and right away, he made Dr. Nick shoot him up with drugs.” Jerry explained to her. “I’m not mad at you, okay!” Y/N told him with a heavy sigh. “He should be in a hospital bed but instead that monster decided to make the decision to shoot him up with the same drugs that is what made him collapse in the first place.” Y/N said with anger in her tone.

Jerry saw the tears forming in her eyes, so he brought her in for a hug. He knows about the feelings she has for Elvis, so he knows it’s hard seeing him like this. As Y/N returned the hug she tried her best to keep her tears in.

They released from the hug when they heard Elvis singing to Suspicious Minds with no music. Y/N could sense right away that something was wrong, and it was just going to get worse. As Elvis went on a rant about how this was going to be his last show in Vegas the Colonel immediately made his way up to the stage.

“Pull the curtain down!” Colonel told someone in a demanding tone which made Y/N and Jerry look at him. “What is going on here.” Colonel asked Jerry in a stern tone. Jerry took a glance at Elvis and then back at the Colonel. “I think he wants to know that, too.” Jerry told him.

When Elvis saw the Colonel started to act even more out of character. Elvis was having a melt down and it was starting to scare Y/N a little since she’s never seen him act like this. As the curtain started to fall Elvis started to yell at the Colonel. When Elvis said, “You’re Fired!” to the Colonel Y/N felt her heart rate speed up.

As the Colonel walked closer to him, he just kept saying “you’re fired” louder and louder each time. “YOU’RE FIRED!” Elvis screamed into his microphone which made everyone, and everything go silent. Everyone looked at Elvis with shock as the Colonel looked at him with sadness. “You’re fired.” Elvis said more calm and not into the microphone.

When he dropped his microphone, it made Y/N jump by the loud noise the mic made when it hit the stage. She watched him turn away from the Colonel and walk off the stage.

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Y/N decided to wait an hour before going up to Elvis’s room to check on him. Y/N was walking down the hallway to the elevator when she felt someone grab her left wrist. Y/N turned around to see that it was the Colonel who grabbed her wrist.

“Let me go.” Y/N told him in a demanding tone. “You go up there and tell him to take me back.” Colonel told her in the same tone she used. He knew she was going upstairs to talk to Elvis. Y/N let out a scoff as she pulled her wrist out of his grip. “You are the reason why he’s falling apart!” Y/N told him. “You’re the reason why he’s hooked on all of those drugs and you’re the reason why Pricilla and Lisa left him!” Y/N added as she looks at him with a fiery look in her eyes.

“Do it or you’re fired!” Colonel told her in a warning tone. “You’re not the boss of me and you never were.” Y/N said not back down to him. “You stay the hell away from him!” Y/N told him in a warning voice and walked away from him.

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When Y/N got to Elvis’s room before she could knock on the door it opened to reveal Elvis. “When I heard footsteps, I figured that it was you coming to check on me.” Elvis told her letting her inside. Y/N could tell that he was more calmed down then what he was just an hour ago. “I was going to come up here right away, but I decided to let you cool off.” Y/N told him while he closed the door.

“I’m sorry that you had to see me like that. I guess I just lost control.” Elvis told her turning around to face her but didn’t look at her. “Elvis, you have nothing to be sorry about.” Y/N told him. She put one of her hands onto one of his cheeks which made his eyes meet hers. “It was the drugs and that shot of alcohol didn’t help either but that’s what made you lose it.” Y/N reassured him.

“But what you did right was you set yourself free from that monster.” Y/N told him stroking his cheek lightly with her thumb. “I didn’t want him taking you away from me, too.” Elvis told her.

Before she could say anything, Elvis’s lips connected with hers. Y/N immediately returned the kiss. They continued to kiss until they had to pull away for air.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Elvis confessed to her. Y/N’s lips curved up into a smile. “Me too.” Y/N told him and leaned back up to reconnect her lips with his soft lips again.

[ranaissingle]

Hi! I think you’re writing is so cool! How do you feel about writing something with Austin proposing to reader in like the cutest loving way?!

Are You Gonna Be My Girl ?

Masterlist Fandom: Austin Butler Rating: T Word Count: 906 Warnings: commitment issues, straight fluff otherwise tho. A/N: I love this idea! I'm sorry it's a bit late I finished writing this days ago and had it set to automatically post at 9 pm but Lisa Marie passed away earlier that day and it didn’t feel right to post this right after that so I decided to wait a couple days out of respect. I hope you enjoy it!

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You and Austin had been together for a little over 3 years and had started dating when he wrapped up the filming of Elvis. Your relationship progressed quite slowly due to the fact that his last relationship was a 7-year one and commitment on that level scared him away from serious dating for years after his breakup.

You weren't one to push either. Although you would have liked for him to ask you out sooner, you were content with the casual coffee meet-ups and late-night movie theatre soiree. So when he did eventually ask you out, he was certain to pull out all of the stops because he had felt horrible making you wait for so long while he got himself together.

It was safe to say that you were the best decision of his life, to say the least. Austin had never felt truly loved in a relationship before. He always felt like there was an underlying motive for his escapades. Be it because they were more successful than him or the other way around. None of those relationships felt like just that, a relationship. It was always more of an exchange rather than anything else. But with you, it was different. He didn't need to try with you. He could just be, and that was more than enough for you.

He had this date planned for weeks. You were going to spend the whole day together. He was going to wake up late in bed with you wrapped around him, serenade you with brunch while he pawed your fingers under the table, woo you with a peaceful day at the art museum filled with forehead kisses and side hugs, and then reel you in with a 5-course meal at the most delicious seafood restaurant that new york had to offer. He had the whole proposal planned out the seafood restaurant had a private dining room in the back. When you both finished dessert and were washing down the last of whatever cake you chose to share with wine, he was going to get on one knee and ask you to spend the rest of your lives together.

Of course, Austin had to make it to the dinner to be able to propose to you then. But seeing you walking around your shares apartment with messy hair, a mug of tea, and the house cat in your arms was doing wonders to make Austin's job difficult. There was absolutely no chance he was going to make it to dinner at this rate. He was completely and utterly doomed, and he wasn't even mad about it.

Screw it, you both could still enjoy the festivities he had planned originally even if he proposed right this second. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand to pull out the velvet-covered box with all of his hopes and dreams for the future tucked inside. He thought he did a pretty good job picking out the ring. You weren't a fan of the more classic engagement so he went for something different albeit just as beautiful.

He walked out of the bedroom and over to where you were cuddled on the couch with the cat.

" Hey, do you mind if I steal you from the cat for a sec? I have something I need to ask you?" His voice wavered as he spoke. The nervousness was kicking in and his hands began to shake.

"Of course baby" You smiled and lifted the cat from your lap and got up to follow him back into the bedroom. Austin closed the door behind you both as he put his back to the wall and took a deep breath.

" Are you alright Austin? You're looking a little red. Is everything okay darling?" Your worried tone as you stepped close to him only made him fall for you more.

"Baby I love you so much. I had a whole day planned out so that I could ask you in a way that was more fitting but I just couldn't wait anymore." He saw the confusion and worry creep its way onto your face as he spoke but he kept going all the same.

" I want to spend the rest of my life with you, love. I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep with you every night. I want to keep bringing you a late in the morning so that I can see your face light up and order sushi for us when we don't wanna go out. I love you so much I don't know what to do with myself when you aren't around. So, I guess I'm saying all of this to ask you, will you-" His throat choked up before he could finish. He hadn't made eye contact with you the entire speech because he was terrified of seeing your face. Nonetheless, he swallowed thickly and finished.

" Will you marry me, love" He heard a sob leave your lips as you scaled the space in between you in record time to kiss him. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck as you cried happy tears into his neck. You pulled away to clasp his face in between your hands and look into his eyes.

"Yes, a thousand times yes Austin! I love you so mu-" His kiss cut you off. His lips were soft and plush against yours as he hugged you impossibly closer.

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Done! I hope you enjoyed it!

[your-nanas-house]

Plans future series:

Stepdad!Tommy X stepdaughter!Reader

Dad's best friend!Cillian X fem!Reader

Elvis Presley roleplay behind closed doors

Robert Fischer x stripper!Reader (roleplay roles)

[bunnydexterloveselvis]

Nightmare (50's Elvis x reader)

(This is my first fic. If it's bad I'm terribly sorry)

summary: //you have a nightmare and elvis comforts you

type of fic: //a tiny bit of angst, mostly fluff

warnings: //waking up from a nightmare (not specifying what happened), tiny bit of angst, he holds you?? idk if that is bad, amateur writing, i don't know how to start a fic, not platonic, bad english??

word count: //414 (four hundred and fourteen) words

"No.." you mumble, tossing and turning in your bed as you struggle through a particularly vivid nightmare. Your heart is pounding and you can feel the sweat starting to pour down your back. Just as the dream begins to take you over entirely, you start to scream. “NO! Don’t do it! Leave him alone!” and you kick and yell. “Y/N! What’s wrong??” a familiar, comforting but worried voice speaks. You jolt awake and ascend from your now-not-so-comfortable bed as your chest rises and falls. 

"Are you okay darlin’?" Elvis asks, his concerned voice jolting you out of your nightmare. "You were tossin’ and turnin’ and screamin’… I-it woke me up. I thought somethin’ real bad was happenin’... " "It was nothing," you say quickly, not wanting to worry him, also feeling bad that you woke him up. "Just a bad dream." You look away from him sheepishly. "Come here, darlin, let me hold you," Elvis offers, reaching out for you.

Your nightmare is still lingering in your mind. You're trembling and the tears are falling. Elvis notices and cradles you, comforting you. "It's okay, darlin’," he whispers, stroking your hair and wiping away your tears. He pulls you close and holds you in his warm, strong arms. He plants a kiss on your forehead and rubs circles on your back. “It’ll be okay baby, no matter what happens, I will always be here.. It’s okay now, nothin’s here to harm you now” 

The soothing rhythm of Elvis's breathing lulls you toward slumber. As your exhaustion takes over and you begin to drift closer to sleep, the tightness of his embrace relaxes a little bit. You feel his body shift against yours as he wraps around you and pulls you close. You feel like you're sinking into a warm, safe, and protective cocoon. As your breathing slows and you relax into a deep rest, Elvis's embrace tightens again, sealing you within his loving arms.

You are so comfy wrapped in Elvis's arms. His warm, strong embrace feels like a perfect safe haven. And the thought just randomly pops into your head. What if Elvis slept like a baby? What if you saw him sleeping so peacefully and adorably? It's a mental image that instantly makes you smile and start giggling to yourself. And that thought stays with you as you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Right before you drift into sleep, you hear your sweet angel mutter out the words, “I love you, sweetie.”

[mamasturn]

dirty dancing pt. 9

pairing austin!elvis x black!fem!oc (cynthia). warning: 18+ steam, suggestive themes. content: cynthia and elvis get married. tags: @neeville @dulcewrites @crash-and-cure @cvpidspearl @blackwriter48 @wonderprince @venus2eros @adoreyouusugar @sunshinetoday1 @cosmic-parker @kaitaesupremacy @librarydame @louderfortheback @thetaoofzoe

note: well…long time, no see

“Marry me, baby.”

Cynthia’s hands released the utensils they held. A loud clatter ricocheted off the decorated walls of the dining room. The curls upon her head curtained her eyes, but they were blown wide in shock. Slowly, she tuned to the left. Her eyes found his baby blues, which were filled with hope as he descended onto one knee.

In his hand was a black velvet box. He pulled the cap back to reveal the most piece of jewelry she’d ever seen. And, it was authentically her. She’d expressed to him that as she’d gotten older, she found an indescribable beauty in the color green. Cynthia was well-aware that he was attentive; she just never knew he was so attentive that he’d propose to her with an emerald ring.

It was beautiful, goodness, was it beautiful. The emerald diamond was at least three karats, and it was the star of the show. Its setting was gold with vines entagling the band. He pulled it out of the box and brought it closer to her.

“I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else but you, Cyn. You came in my life and changed my desires. I’d be a fool to let you slip through my fingertips. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine, as long as you’ll have me.”

A tearful laugh fell from Cythia’s lips. “Where will we go?” The four words held so much weight, and he knew why. No one in the south would approve of the union of a white man and a Black woman--it was unheard of. But, Elvis knew that already, and he was determined to get what he wanted. There was one state that would grant their wishes--California. California had legalized interracial marriage in 1948, and if she said yes, he already had the first flight there arranged. He just needed a yes.

He stood to his feet and placed the box on the table. Cynthia looked up at him, her brown eyes teary and filled with a million unreadable emotions. “California. They’ll accept us out there. They don’t believe in the silliness them people in the south believe. We can get married, baby. All you gotta do is say yes, and we’ll go. It’ll be me an’ you forever. Baby…”

Cynthia stared at the ring and it stared back at her. What would she tell her parents? They were already suspicious of her relationship with Elvis and feared for her safety daily. Their Black daughter was in a committed relationship with the most famous singer in the world. That was dangerous enough. How much further was she willing to go?

She wanted to be his wife, she truly did. But she was scared. What would happen when people found out? Would they try to hurt them? A part of her challenged her concerns because her relationship was nobody else’s concern, and who was society to tell them who to love? Yes, they were of different races, but it was no reason to repel a love that was so strong and profound. They weren’t hurting anyone.

Her lips twisted as she nodded. “Let’s get married.”

“You look beautiful, darlin’.” Cynthia’s eyes dropped toward her dress. It was a simple, white slip dress that’d been hiding in her closet. It was form fitting and stopped just below her knees. Accompanied by silver pointed heels, she was the most stunning bride. She rushed her makeup in the courtroom bathroom and took the rollers out of her hair, which produced the most voluminous curls. The new layered haircut fit her wonderfully.

“Thank you. You look handsome as always.” He wore a simple black suit, nothing too crazy. He was flamboyant any other day, but chose to have the more simplistically beautiful wedding of his dreams.

“We are gathered here today…”

Their eyes met and giddy smiles spread across their faces. A dream had become a reality. All the worries and fears were washed away when she heard, “you may now kiss the bride.” Cynthia welcomed the passionate kiss and scattered applause from the judge an the officiant. It wasn’t the most ideal wedding, but it was perfect for them, and that’s what mattered. “Mr. and Mrs. Presley, congratulations.”

“Mrs. Presley…I love the sound of that.” They’d found a hotel to stay in for the evening before flying back to Graceland the following morning. The hotel service was luxurious, as they wanted the best for Elvis Presley and his wife. They stayed in the presidential suite on the top floor, which was decked out to the nine.

Large windows that oversaw the city, flowers and plants that reminded her of Graceland, chandeliers above them, and a King sized bed with an angel-white comforter, which she laid on comfortably.

Cynthia turned her head to meet his eyes and smiled gently. She loved it too. Cynthia Irene Presley. Music to her ears. Elvis stood at the end of the bed admiring her beauty. She was freshly showered and dressed in her white nightgown with lace trimming. Her makeup had been removed and her hair was tied with a satin scarf. God, she looked so beautiful to him.

Her brown eyes were blown wide with love and adoration as they followed his movements toward her. She sat up on her elbows and spread her legs just slightly to make room for his body.

Elvis crawled over her, his breath fanning her lips gently. Cynthia shuddered. His pink lips captured hers and she welcomed the feeling.

She loved intimate moments with Elvis, and she could only imagine how much better their interactions would get since they were married. It would mean they’d finally go all the way.

Cynthia and Elvis had dabbled in other forms of sexual intimacy, but had never crossed the line of penetration, as Cynthia requested. She was grateful for her husband’s patience with her, and was more than ready to give herself to him fully.

“Elvis,” she moaned softly as his lips traveled down her body. What a sight to see, it was. Him working his way down her quivering body with darkening eyes and swollen lips. Her, jerking at every touch he gave her and calling him name so gently.

“Yeah, baby…” His large hands cupped her hips as his thumbs traced the waistband of her panties. Slowly, he slid them down her legs. Cynthia kicked them to the side.

“Come here.” She pulled him upwards and kissed him again. Her lips moved toward his ear, which she nibbled on softly. Elvis moaned softly. “Make love to me, Mr. Presley.”

He burned with desire. Elvis hummed softly and instructed her to lay back. His hand slid up her abdomen, leaving goosebumps in the wake. He reached behind her back, looking to unclip her bra. She lifted up to help remove the article of clothing.

Soft pants and breaths of anticipation passed through her lips as Elvis’ warm lips traveled down the valley or her chest, around her clothed hips, and between her thighs, where he teasingly and strategically kissed around the place she wanted him the most.

He lifted his eyes, finding Cynthia with closed eyes and a heaving chest. Her lip was caught between her teeth. She looked down at him when she felt him stop.

She tensed suddenly. Elvis rubbed her thighs gently as a way of reassurance. He wouldn’t push her, though. If she needed time to prepare, he’d give her all the time in the world.

“Relax, baby, relax…”

Cynthia nodded slowly. She didn’t want it to be weird, but she was indeed nervous. But, it was Elvis, she reminded herself. She had no reason to be. All of her worries went away when she felt his lips on her. A gasp fell from her lips, “Elvis…”

“You okay?”

Cynthia nodded tiredly against his chest. “I’m okay.” She’d fantasized what her first time would be like, and Elvis exceeded her expectations. She felt so loved, adored, and honored. He paid close attention to her body and made sure her pleasure was the priority, and for that, she couldn’t have been more thankful.

“Mrs. Presley…” Elvis said for what seemed to be the millionth time. It didn’t bother her, though; she enjoyed hearing it. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you more, Mr. Presley.”

[multifandomworldsposts]

🧣🎅🏻 KINKMAS 2024 🎄🧤

i’m going to be doing kinkmas this year!! i’ll be doing 12 days this year! give me requests and treat people with kindness!! 🫶🏻🧣🎄🎅🏻

[cootiekat]

The Best Medicine: Elvis

Warnings: None :)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem! reader

Genre: Teeth rotting fluff

Summary: You aren’t feeling well, so Eddie plays you your favorite songs🥹 Blurb

A/n: I am currently writing a hella long fanfic retelling of the movie ‘10 things I hate about you’ so if you wanna be on the tag list lmk 🫣

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You’ve been feeling down the past couple days, but today hit you like a truck. Usually in the mornings you are up cleaning and making breakfast before Eddie has to leave for work. Weirdly, Eddie woke up before you. He checked the clock to make sure it wasn’t super early and to see if he could get more sleep in before he really had to get up, but it was 9:30am. Which means not only did you not get up but he was running extremely late. Eddie went to give you a kiss on your head before he left and he knew something was not right because you turned away from his kiss and mumbled something about “not feeling well” and to “leave you alone.”

Eddie thought about you all day at work. Wondering if you got out of bed to take care of yourself, if you ate or showered, and if you needed something on his way home. Eddie called the house from the phone at work and you didn’t pick up. Eddie officially knew something was up, because you always picked up the phone for him no matter what.

On Eddie’s way home, he made a quick stop at the drug store to pick up some of your favorite snacks, a bouquet of flowers, and a new teddy bear. Eddie walked through the doors and didn’t hear you walking around the house, nor did he hear the TV. Eddie wandered back into the bedroom where you were still sleeping. He lightly shook you awake.

“Sweetheart? Are you feeling alright, I brought you some presents!”

You slowly opened your eyes to the soft sound of his voice. Your heart immediately warmed at the sight of your hardcore boyfriend holding a white and red teddy bear and a bouquet of roses. “Oh my gosh! Thank you, Eddie, I really was not feeling good today.” You explained to him.

“I know, Baby. That’s why I wanted to surprise you.” He says while brushing the hair out of your face.

“Thank you, Eddie , like seriously I don’t think you understand how much I love you.” You say getting teary eyed.

“Well, don’t waste those precious tears on this. I haven’t even played you my song.”

You were surprised at the fact Eddie was going to get his acoustic guitar off the wall, because despite him being an excellent guitar player you haven’t really heard him play just to you, he always wants to impress you so he never plays you anything unless he is 100% certain he won’t make any mistakes.

As he starts playing you hear the starting notes of your favorite Elvis Presley song, Love Me, you gradually start to hear Eddie’s sweet voice when he starts the lyrics.

“Treat me like a fool.”

“Treat me mean and cruel.”

“but love me”

“wring my faithful heart”

“Tear it all apart”

You start cheering for him as he hits the high notes. You love when Eddie plays songs like this for you because its his way of showing is love for you. You walk over the the chair Eddie is sitting in and place yourself on his lap and whisper in his ear.

“Elvis is the best medicine.”

Eddie smiles at you with his perfect teeth and kisses you passionately. You realize that you have everything you need right here.

[th4saapobangpo]

Farm girl!reader Moodboard

disclamer: this is how I imagine her to be like, you can ofc draw your own picture of her but this is in MY OPINION the way ,,farm girl!reader'' looks like !!

She's originally from Austria, but moved to Montana when she was 6, She has a bit of an Hillbilly accent like the black haired girl from ,,Kissin cousins ''

Farm girl!reader's accent (audio file only)

She's a fun girl to be around and her fav artist is definetly, either Elvis or Lana del Rey!! She loves horses and cows and has been backriding both of the mentioned animals starting at the ripe age of 4

Her Visuals:

She has the brightest smile , brighter than the Arizonan Sun and an ethereal kind of glow when the sunlight shines directly onto her skin , her aura colour is obviously orange !! She’s an optimist , always positive and tries to cheer everyone up

⋆THE LIFE OF ANY PARTYYY ⋆

[butler-trouble]

i'm so sorry i haven't been active in a while. i have a few fics that i'm working on and i hope to have some of it out in the next week!

[youaintnothinbuta]

“Thank you for being brave enough to ask.” — elvis presley x reader

Summary: Elvis and you have been best friends for the longest time, since the beginning of high school. Neither of you have ever dared to confess to the other about the feelings you both have, until one night, you’re complaining about another terrible date, he’s sick of hearing about men that take you for granted and decides finally to ask you out on a date.

Pairing: Elvis Presley / Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 631

Warnings: none!! Fluff <3

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You let out a frustrated sigh, sinking into the cushions that decorated your bed. “I can’t even tell anyone how bad it was, E, it’s too embarrassing to admit it.” You complained to your best friend, Elvis, about the awful first date you went on a couple days prior.

He lent over the back of your vanity chair, “It can’t have been that bad. He paid, at least, right?”

You shot him an irritated glance, your lack of a response was enough of an answer.

Elvis shook his head in disbelief, his lips forming a thin line of disapproval. “That just ain’t right,” he muttered, his gaze softening as he reached out to squeeze your hand in reassurance. You offered him a grateful smile, “Thanks.”

Suddenly, Elvis straightened up, a determined gleam in his eyes. “Why don't you let me take you out?” he blurted out, his words catching you off guard. You blinked, taken aback by his sudden proposal.

“What? We go out all the time,” You replied, confusion marring your features.

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “No, no. I mean a date, a real one, a romantic one,” he clarified, his gaze never wavering from yours. Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You searched his face for any sign of jest, but all you found was sincerity shining in his eyes.

“I...I don't know, Elvis,” You stammered, your mind racing with uncertainty. “We've always been just friends. I don't want to ruin that.”

Elvis reached across to you, his hand finding yours, pulling you to sit up on your bed. “Honey, let me, please, just trust me,” he pleaded, his voice laced with sincerity. You hesitated, he waited through your momentary silence for your response.

Finally, through a little tear welling in your eyes, you whispered, “I'd really love that.”

In an instant, Elvis was by your side, wrapping you up in his comforting embrace. “Why are you upset?” he murmured, concern etched in his features.

You sniffled, “I’m not, I've wanted you to ask me for so long, but I just thought you'd never see me like that.”

His arms tightened around you, offering solace and reassurance. “I've always seen you, sweetheart,” he confessed, his voice soft but sure. “I just didn't know if you felt the same way.” His eyes met yours, everything felt like it was clicking into place. Ever since you met, on the first day of high school, it’s always been you and him. Neither of you knew any of the only kids when starting high school, so you found comfort in each other and had been inseparable ever since. Your families got to know each other, too, and his parents became good friends with yours over time.

The following days were a whirlwind of anticipation and excitement, he’d made sure to keep real tight lipped about what he was planning for you.

Friday night finally rolled around, he was at your place at 7 on the dot, and of course, not without flowers in his hand. Elvis spared no effort in making sure you had the perfect time. He took you to one of your favourite restaurants, and got ice cream afterwards.

As the evening drew to a close, you found yourselves strolling along the riverbank, hand in hand, the gentle lull of the water and the active city serenading you. Elvis turned to you, his eyes shimmering with affection. “Thank you for giving me a chance, for trusting me,” he said.

You smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "Thank you for being brave enough to ask."

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, with an overwhelming feeling that something that had been quietly waiting in the wings, was finally ready to blossom.

[lovingdilfs]

Let yourself go. Pt 2

Let yourself go pt. 1

The story is taking place in 1960

19 years and still the biggest virgin on the planet. Maria, your friend got invited to a party where Elvis Presley. When you finally decide to go with her everything changes in one night

(Based on the song let yourself go)

TW: smut, angst and alcohol

Word count 2.9k

The grammar is not it honey, English isn't my first language so bare with me

Guys… look what I found!!! Do you hear purring •_•

"Y/N WAKE UP!" Maria was shaking you drunkenly, almost not even being able to stand on her on two feet.

"Huh, what-" you rubbed your eyes to get a better look at who that were shaken you.

"Honey it's me, come" Maria held out her hand to help you up from the couch. When she pulled you, she tripped backwards landing on her dump. She let out a laugh so loud, Jerry came running in from the entrance.

"You two girls, alright?" He asked while helping Maria back on her feets.

"Y-yeah i'm alright, are you alright" Maria said in a flirtatious voice while cupping Jerry face.

"I'll be alright when I'm done with tonight" Jerry said and kissed her lips passionately. You just sat there, not a thought in your brain, you were just staring into the room.

"Come on baby, let's get your stuff" Maria said looking at you.

"Jerry wait for us outside will you?" She kissed his face once more and moved away from his grip.

"Of course, I'll wait for you until I die" he yelled after her. Maria sent a smirk over her shoulder while holding you tight around your arm.

"Are you going home with Jerry" you asked in a concerned way.

"We are going home with Jerry" she said smiling.

"What no, I'm not going to lay there and listen to you two all night-" Maria hushed you.

"Baby, Jerry lives at Graceland..." she looked at you with wide eyes

"and?" You looked at her, searching for the answer in her eyes

Maria hit you on your arm. "Haven't you paid attention tonight"

"Girl you got me drunk, there isn't any sober brain cell in me right now"

"Elvis lives at Graceland, you dumb fool" she said while her eyes widened

"Maria, i can't, I have made a fool out myself tonight"

"What do you mean"

"First, I yanked at the toilet door while Elvis were inside. Then I spilled my drink all over him" you looked away to hide your redness

“That's great!" Maria almost jumped out of excitement

"Maria, didn't you just hear what I said"

"Ohh I hear ever word, girl you have made an impact on Elvis and now he will remember you!" Her eyes were all over the place.

"No Maria, I made a fool of myself"

She clapped you on the shoulder while following you into the room were the guest things were laid out.

"Now honey, you find your things and then you take your shit together and come out to Jerry and me, and then we get that cherry popped" she ran out of the door while you let out a breath. You slammed the door behind you and walked out to the porch were a beautiful black Cadillac was waiting. Maria popped your head out of the window "Come on miss girl, the night isn't young forever"

You slowly walk over the front seat with your beige coat in your hand, You didn't realize until you've seated in the car, and you heard a familiar voice

"Heeyyy, it's tha toilet girl"

Whyyyyy god do you hate me so much!

You slowly turned your head towards Elvis,

Oh gosh he is so beautiful, if we were alone I would already have been spreading my legs apart.

"Ohh hey" your cheeks were floated with redness. "I thought you went home?" You said to keep the awkwardness away.

"I was home, until this maniac" Elvis pointed towards Jerry "called me up and said he needed a ride"

"Hey don't point" Jerry said playful

"That's sweet, can you drop me off on the way" you said while looking in the mirror, only seeing Maria and Jerry lips colliding.

"You sure? I-I have a guest room you can borrow until tomorrow if u like to" Elvis look at you while turning the key.

Omg! Does Elvis want me to stay! Thank you god love you!

"No it's fine, just drop me-"Maria interrupted as she breathless said "No girl you go home with Elvis and I go home with Jerry and we go home together in the morning! Deal? Yes deal! Now Elvis drive"

You looked at Maria with frowned brows as she pulled into Jerry lips smirking

Oh this bitch is good'

"Sounds like a deal to me" Elvis said while pulling out of the driveway.

What deal? Sex huh!!!

The silence in the car was intense with the background noise of Maria and Jerry's kisses. You just looked out of the window, biting your lip trying not to burst into laughter.

"Should I turn the radio on?" Elvis said. You just nodded almost with tears in your eyes, Elvis looked at you with surprise in his eyes

"What's so damn funny girl"

"I just get so cringe when there is silence" you chuckled out.

"Well you're not the only one" he said and turned the radio on and started to switch around the different channels.

"Wait stop!" You reached out for Elvis hand.

"What lady" he looked at you while your hand was clinging on his.

"Go back....yea!" You slowly pulled your hand away.

"You like Dean Martin?" Elvis said and turned it a bit louder to mute the kisses behind them.

"I love Dean" you said while looking him in the eyes

Unrealistic eyes, too perfect

You started to sing along "There's no telling where love may appear"

Elvis looked at you and smirked and then started to sing along too "Something in my heart keeps saying my someplace is here"

You looked at him while blasting to the song.

Omg I'm sitting inside Elvis motherfucking Presley's Cadillac and sining with him!

You both let out a chuckle while trying to catch some breath before the chorus started

"ready 1..2..3 take it away baby" Elvis said while snapping his finger to the beat

"Everybody loves somebody sometime And although my dream was overdue" You sang it like it was the last thing you would ever say on earth

"Woah girl ya got power in tha voice" he said while looking a you with a smile

Could this day get any better! Did I just a get compliment from Elvis!

"Your turn Elvis! Take it away" You said calmly like the words weren't trembling inside your head.

"Your love made it well worth waiting, For someone like you" He sang it so perfectly.

"Beautiful!" Jerry said while he tried to whistle. You could feel the redness float to your cheek again

Elvis pulled up to Graceland, Jerry and Maria ran out of the car and straight into Jerry room.

"Someone's busy" Elvis chuckled while stepping out of the car and slamming the door. You opened the car door when Elvis offered you a hand.

"Come on, I wanna show you something" he said while reaching for your hand. You took his hand and followed him.

Elvis opened the front door slowly "Close your eyes honey" he demanded. You squeezed your eyes and fingers around his big hand.

"Okay look"

You opened your eyes and the sight took your breath away.

"It's-"

"Beautiful right" Elvis took the words out of your mouth.

You fixed your hair while looking at the beautiful entrance. "Come on baby, there is so much more" Elvis laid a hand on your lower back. A burning sensation were traveling up your spine almost taking your breath away again.

Elvis showed you around the big mansion, describing down to smallest detail in the house.

Not gonna lie, quite fascinating. And hey who wouldn't like a private tour with Elvis

"And here are the promised guest suite" he opened the door.

"Oh god, it's bigger than my house..." you chuckled out

"Everyone says that" Elvis smirked while looking at you leaning against the doorframe.

"Oh who? All the girls you bring home with you" you joked around

"No they usual stay with me upstairs in my bedroom" Elvis laughed

"Do you want a small drink before bedtime?" He asked

"Yes! Give me anything that will knock me out so I don't have to listen to them all night" you walked forward the door, His deep blue eyes was slowly looking you up and down when you passed him.

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Elvis handled you, a glass of whiskey. "It's fine?" He looked at with frowned eyes.

"Ye-yeah of course" you took the drink of his hand.

U fool, you hate whiskey... but Elvis ugh!

Elvis downed the whiskey and you did the same, you could feel the burning sensation all the way down to your stomach. The taste gave you a nausea feeling.

"Wow a women that can handle her whiskey, I like it" Elvis smirked at you, even though you couldn't handle it, you just played it of.

Elvis poured another drink, giving you do-you-want-another-one look over his shoulder. You nodded a no to him, leaving a smirk on his lips.

"You sure honey, one drink ain't gonna do it if you don't wanna listen to that all night" he pointed at the direction of Jerry door.

"Fine give me another one"

Elvis poured you a another and walked over to the couch with both of the glasses in his hand while the other hand traveled to your lower back. His warmth of his hand were burning through the fabric of your dress.

Just fuck me already!

You both settled down on the couch and Elvis handled your drink. You swirled the glass around watching the whiskey leaving rims on the glass. There were silence or almost, the silence was broken of the sounds of Maria and Jerry.

"So tell me honey, how did you do it" Elvis said while locking eyes with you.

"What do you mean" you said in confusion

"I mean, first you almost break the toilet door down, then you spill a drink on me. But somehow ya still end up at ma house" he tugged a hairpiece behind your ear.

"First of all I'm sorry for what happened at the party - but ending up here wasn't my intention so-" you took a sip of you drink

"Can I kiss you" Elvis said while burning his beautiful blue eyes into yours.

You almost choked at your drink "Excuse me what?"

"Can I kiss, my night will be completed then" Elvis said while slowly leaning towards you.

"What do you-" your sentence were interrupted by a passionate kiss.

Elvis pulled away, his lips were red and hot leaving you in trance.

You looked at them, finishing your sentence "complete the night" you said slowly.

Pulling in to another kiss, Elvis hands cupped your jaw and traveled slowly down your spine.

"Oh gosh your beautiful" Elvis pulled away for a second to look at you.

Finally! God I love you much!

Elvis hovered over you, while your lips still connected. "Just like I imagined" he said

You pressed his chest away

"What do you mean" your eyes traveled from his eyes down to his lips, you were breathless.

"Ever since our little toilet meeting, I've been thinking about ya. Honey you had put me under your spell, and I only pick up Jerry cause I knew were you were waiting for me" he said with a smirk before kissing you again.

Oh this man!

Elvis spread your legs apart with his knee, placing himself in between your legs, grabbing you tighter and kissing you down your neck.

"Elvis I haven't-" his kisses left you breathless.

"You haven't what honey?" His eyes glanced back at you.

"I haven't done it before" you said in low voice, the words were making you red in your face.

He stretched his neck up looking at you fully. "Really?" He said with a confused expression.

You nodded.

"How or I mean look at ya baby" he said, kissing your neck once more.

"I don't know, scared or I have been waiting" you said

"Are you done waiting?" He said looking at you with puppy eyes.

"If you teach me" you could his length hardened between your legs.

"Well baby, I'm gonna teach you what love is all about tonight" he said before kissing and nipping at your bare skin on your neck.

He slowly pulled the straps off your shoulders "Thrust me honey, everything gonna be alright"

You nodded at his words, feeling safe to relax and just enjoy.

He kissed Your bare skin on your shoulder before pulling your down to expose your breast. Your nipples harden with the cold air and his soft lips. You started to lift your hips with kisses.

"Baby don't be afraid just relax and take it real slow" he said lifting his head up from your exposed breast

"Elvis I need you" you said while moaning slightly between the kisses.

Elvis grinned at your words and let his hand slide down to rem of your dress before disappearing under your dress and feeling the damp from your panties. His finger tapped slightly on the fabric, the hot flush from your stomach traveled up to your cheeks.

I need to touch him.

You grabbed his hand before his fingers slipped under your panties. "Let me touch you Elvis" his eyes widened while his dick tightened under his pants.

You pushed him off you, so his back was touching the leather couch. You fumbled with his belt, he took your hands away and helped himself opening it

"All you need is A little rehearsal baby" he said

You smirked at him, you unzipped his pants and his ejection was rock hard under his boxers.

Yours eyes widened by the look at it, "you sure baby" he said while holding your chin.

You pulled yourself up to his face and kissed him tenderly, you grabbed his ejection causing him to moan into your mouth. You slipped your hand under his boxer and began to stroke his dick softly, you ran your thumb on his tip making him lift his hip with the action. He kissed you down the neck finding your spot on it, you let a small moan into the air. He threw his head back when you fastened your pace

"Honey, I'm not holding that much longer if you keep that speed" he sounded breathless like he was on the edge. You pulled away your hand, causing him to whine out. You straggled your legs around him, moving further down to your lips were lined up with his tip.

You pulled him in to your mouth and let him bulk his hip up, causing his dick to touch the back of your throat.

I'm going to vomit! No girl keep it down you can vomit on Elvis!

Your hands grabbed around the length you couldn't fit in and started to stroke it.

Elvis moaned were louder then ever "How can a virgin be so- oh shit!" You pulled away before almost were on the edge.

"Oh shit! Honey where the hell did you learn that" his chest was moving fast. "No idea" you wiped your mouth and Elvis kissed you again.

"Now you just relax and let your self go" he hovered over you and spread your legs. Kissing in between your legs, pulling you panties to the side.

His fingers slowly ran through your wet folds all the way up to your hardened clit, he swirled his finger around it. You threw your head back letting moans out, grabbing his thick black hair with your fingers.

"Oh Elvis"  you legs pulled together when he rubbed it again a little harder.

"Baby, keep your legs apart. Can you that for me" he said looking at you with his dominantly eyes.

Oh fuck! This man

"Y-yes" you stuttered at your words.

Elvis gave his dick a few strokes before lining it up with your entrance "You ready baby?"

You nodded at his words

"Use your words honey"

"Yes I'm ready"

"Okay, take a real deep breath and relax. It may hurt a bit" You did has he said. He slowly thrusted into you, moaning at your tight walls around him.

"Relax honey" he said while he let you adjust to him. The feeling was painful at first but as you adjusted the pain became pleasure.

"So tight baby" he said while leaning forward to kiss you. You let sounds out with each thrust he did.

He picked up his pace, getting you and him close to edge.

"Elvis I think- oh my god" you cupped his sweaty face. "Let your self go baby" and you did.

His words were sending you off the edge, your walls tightened around him, sending him over the edge too.

"You did so good baby" he kissed your forehead before pulling out. "Stay there I will find something to clean you up." He came back with a wet wipe, slowly wiping away his release.

"You okay" he said

"Yeah, I'm better than okay" you were still in you trance.

"Come" he held out his hand and pulled you from the couch.

"Where are we going?" You could hardly walk and Elvis saw it. He threw you on his shoulder and walked upstairs to his bedroom

"I wanna hold you tight, when we fall asleep" he opened the door and placed you on the bed.

"Wow your room"

"I know, it's big"

"Yeah but-" he interrupted you "Pull your dress off, will ya doll" You did as he said.

He found one of his t-shirt, and pulled it over your head, leaving you a peck on the mouth.

"Ready?" He said while pulling the sheets off.

[ranaissingle]

Lost On You

Masterlist Summary: The reader is at a bar and gets harassed by a drunk dude. Austin to the rescue

Rating: T Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader Word Count: 864 Warnings: Violence, cursing, misogyny, borderline assault, Austin being very hot. etc. A/N: Thank you for the request anon (I also accidentally deleted this request again don't kill me I have a slow computer🧍‍♀️) ! I've been so swamped with school it's not even funny lol so I hope I wasn't too late with this request. As always, Austin is looking hella fine in the photo above. Kaia gets to sleep next to him every night and I have never been more jealous of anyone in my life.

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You had been sitting at the bar for the last half hour nursing an overly sweet martini and flipping through social media on your phone. It was 8:30 on a Friday and you were all alone so trouble was practically guaranteed. You occupied the stool all the way in the corner of the bar to keep away from stray eyes. Unbeknownst to you, a man with shaggy blond hair and cerulean eyes had been eyeing you for well over an hour now.

You felt a figure walk up behind you and block the shadow of the light bulb above you. You turned around and before you could speak a word his slurred words came out in abandon.

"Hey baby~ I seen you sittin' all alone at this bar and I figured I could lend ya some company" His brown locks and shit-eating grin probably did wonders for the other girls he most likely hit on, but you weren't falling for it.

"Um no, I'm good. I'm not looking for anything tonight" You turned your head around to face the bar to hopefully reiterate how uninterested you were but before you could bring your drink up to take a sip the man behind you snatched it out of your hand.

"Did ya hear me, baby, I was asking if you wanted to spend some time together." His voice grew louder and more aggressive as he spoke. You turned around fully in your stool to face him. That was your first mistake.

"I told you I'm not interested in anything like that. Just leave me alone." You knew this wasn't going to end well. It never did. You couldn't even enjoy one single night out by yourself because some asshole always had to ruin it. Just as set your foot down on the floor to step away from his obnoxious voice and sour breath, he planted both arms on either side of you against the bar counter and leaned his head closer.

His beer-ridden smell stank up the space between you and you pushed on his shoulders to try and pry him off of you, but he doubled down on his invasion of your personal space and moved closer.

" What you gonna do little girl? I bet you're a whore under this shy facade you have going on. This is probably how you reel them in huh?"

"G-GET OFF OF ME" You kicked his shin and pushed harder but he wouldn't budge. He was laughing. He was laughing as you struggled under him and even chuckled at the kicks you gave him. He didn't budge and his horrific chuckles were ringing in your ears and making your blood burn. You needed him off now, you couldn't breathe, he was going to hurt you and you knew it, it's over, this is i-

"Hey asshat, didn't you hear the little lady? She said to get off." A smooth rich voice broke through your panic as the man placed his hand on the guy's shoulder and squeezed.

"What's it to you pal, me and her were just getting to know each other is all." The blond man was taller, broader, and just bigger overall. His eyes looked over your face and gave you a small smile before he shifted his gaze back to the brunette still hunched over you.

"I asked you nicely and you didn't move so I guess I'm gonna have to rephrase." At that, he yanked the brunette back away from you and you breathed out a sigh of relief at the loss of contact.

"Keep putting your hands on her, and I'll be forced to put my hands on you. Back. off." Your assaulter regained his footing and stepped back once he realized he was outclassed.

"Whatever dude," he shakes off the blonde's hand " She wasn't even a pretty piece of ass anyway I was just doing her a favor." The blond shoves the man's shoulder and watched him leave. His grumblings could be heard as he drunkenly walked all the way back to his seat.

Your savior turns to you with his hands in his pockets and smiles lightly " Are you doing alright? I'm sorry if I overstepped but that guy was starting to piss me off and I was tired of just watching." Your eyes widened at his last statement, he had been watching? He had to have been watching you long enough to see the interaction with the other guy, which begs the question; was he watching for longer?

"No you didn't overstep at all, I really appreciate your help I- I wasn't sure what was going to do so I'm glad you came." The relief on his face was evident as he raked his eyes over your form before quickly averting his gaze once more as a guilty look crossed his face.

"I'm glad that's the case I didn't want to give you a second problem on top of that asshole." You both laugh and he draws closer to you to sit on the stool next to you.

"I'm Austin by the way," he holds his hand out to shake yours, "what's yours?" Saying your name then, made you feel different than ever had before; it made you feel like you could get lost in him and those breathtaking cerulean eyes.

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This was a little short and a little shitty lol and everything I write makes me feel single but I hope you enjoyed it anyway, until next time!

[chelseeebe]

just a taste

18+. mdni. smut. kinda perv!eddie x fem!reader. he is a lil freaky in this i'll admit.

a/n: i just love the idea of the citrus six all living together lol idk i think it’s so nice also i have never watched cheers i just googled 1991 american tv shows and picked one at random LMAO ++ for the movie, i thought it’d be a nice lil easter egg for them to watch something with winona in:,)

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eddie doesn’t know who you are or why you’re coming to visit or why exactly it was him that was being made to vacate his room for the two weeks that you were here. 

“c’mon eddie,” robin pleads, nay, demands, “you sleep on the couch most nights anyway, what’s the difference?” 

“uh, maybe because it’s my room? i don’t want some random girl in there touching my stuff,” almost flabbergasted that she’s even asking. 

“she’s not a random girl,” robin frowns, “she’s my friend and she needs somewhere to stay.” 

“tell her there’s a great hotel in town,” rolling his eyes, trying to leave the conversation before she breaks out the puppy dog eyes. "i'll even give her a ride if you ask nicely," no longer interested in entertaining this conversation.

“i’ll give you fifty bucks,” robin deadpans, using her last resort.

this was bribery of the highest order but eddie's not stupid. fifty bucks is fifty bucks.

“now?” 

she sighs, sliding her wallet from her pocket to reluctantly hand over the bill. she stops just before it touches his palm, “promise you’ll clean your room.” 

eddie goes to grab the paper but robin’s faster, jolting her hand into the air, “and change your sheets.” 

“okay,” he huffs, holding his palm outstretched. 

she graciously places the note down, smiling wickedly as she does so before skipping off back to her own room. 

he can only roll his eyes, turning around to the shit hole that was his room, wondering if fifty dollars was worth having to tackle it. 

-

eddie’s sat on the couch when you arrive, barely looking back as robin begins to fuss, talking loudly about your journey. he doesn’t really care enough to involve himself, besides, elvis presley had just given sam a very important message. 

“eddie,” robin hisses, standing in front of the screen, “don’t be rude, say hello,” her hands firmly on her hips like she was his mother or something. 

he looks up at the looming figure by the couch, hoping his eyes hadn’t given his immediate shock away too much. 

you flash him a sheepish smile back, waggling your fingers in a short wave. 

two weeks on the couch didn’t seem so bad now. 

not if you were sleeping in his bed. 

it’s just a shame that he wouldn’t be in there sharing it. 

“hey,” he stands, hoping to indiscreetly catch his breath, “i’m- uh, i’m eddie,” offering his hand out, though he regrets it as soon as it’s done. 

who shakes hands now? christ. he needed to get a grip, and badly. 

“hey,” you reply, your name dripping from your tongue. though you do shake his hand, not bothering to hide your confusion in the process. 

“eddie very kindly said you could have his room,” a bright, big sarcastic smile on her lips. 

“yeah.. no biggie..” christ, he’s almost panting. “do whatever you want in there.. or you know, just- just make yourself at home.” 

his desperate pleas for the earth to split open and swallow him whole go unanswered. instead, robin shoots him a concerned glare before ushering you away from his weird, longing gaze. 

'pull it together loser' she mouths before disappearing, leaving him to reflect upon how utterly hard he had just fumbled that entire situation. 

-

when everyone’s home from work and you’ve exchanged niceties and greetings with the rest of the house, robin brightly suggests a movie. 

eddie usually hated movie nights in the house. 

jonathan would want to watch some indie cult classic that no one else had ever heard of, steve wanted to watch some dumb comedy that only he’d find funny and then nancy and robin typically opted for the romance genre. 

leaving eddie and argyle with absolutely no choice but to sit in silence as they bickered. 

tonight it’s different, you get to pick. 

and now he’s not saying that whatever you choose will forever change the way he views you but.. well, that’s actually exactly it. 

you land on edward scissorhands. 

not the worst choice you could’ve made, and hey, his mom used to call him edward when he was in real bad trouble. 

in the end, it doesn’t really matter what you had picked because eddie can’t muster up enough energy to actually care about the film. not while your thighs are peeking out from underneath your oversized shirt. he can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around his ears. what previous sounds would fall out of your mouth in response.

at some point during the movie, you stand up and walk out of the room to the kitchen but that doesn’t stop him. staring through the open door, marvelling at the way the hem of your shirt lifts, exposing the tiny shorts you had on underneath. 

he’s practically hanging over the back of the couch to get a look, craning his neck at a ninety degree angle just to get a glimpse of your soft, pillowy skin. pinching himself as he tries to resist the urge to just sink his teeth into your inner thigh.

robin jabs her elbow into his ribcage, drawing his eyes back to the room with a grunt and a harsh glare thrown her way. 

“you’ve been staring at her all night,” she whispers angrily into his ear, “stop it, or next time it’s your balls,” a harsh warning he didn’t find entirely necessary. 

you sidle back into the room, drink in hand and eddie can’t help but let his eyes wander over again, short glances that robin hopefully wouldn’t pick up on. 

he can’t help it, some magnetic force swaying his gaze in your direction. he wishes so badly that he could just crawl out of his head and tell you how much he wanted you. 

unfortunately for eddie, he’d instead spend the night dreaming of your ass and all the ways he could have you if he’d only grow a backbone. 

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living alongside you is an entirely new feat eddie’s not sure he’ll survive. 

it’s torturous. 

testing the limits of how ridiculously horny one man can get without self-imploding. 

so close and yet so far. each night you’d tuck yourself into his bed, doing god knows what in between his sheets all without eddie getting a look in.

of course he’d made up a hundred different scenarios to fall asleep to each night. 

his favourite being the one where he walks into his bedroom to find you mouth open, legs apart, too encapsulated in your pleasure to notice him. only until you do, inviting him closer, between those supple thighs of yours, a forbidden nirvana he’ll never get to know. 

though more often than not he’s cruelly forced back into reality by robin ripping the curtains open at the ass crack of dawn, blaring sunlight on his face as you slip away from the grapples of his dream land. 

now is his opportunity, the house quiet, bar the muffled giggles of you and robin upstairs. he’s safe for now, he thinks, rather foolishly. it’s late, the rest of them asleep or too busy in their own rooms to catch him in the act. 

eddie’s never done anything like this before. it’s disgusting, perverted to the core. 

good grief, this is prosecutable behaviour. 

tiptoeing down the hall to his room, the door open just a crack, enticing him in further. he can still hear you on the floor above, giving him enough confidence to push it open a little more, edging inside with a quick glance back down the hall, just in case. 

gratefully it seemed that you were just as messy as he was, your clothes strewn across the floor. his eyes immediately turning to the peeking of lace from under the pile. glancing one last time at the cracked door, ensuring that absolutely nobody would see him. 

reaching down to gather the fabric in one quick swoop, bunching them in his palm as he lets out a quick sigh of relief. 

oh fuck. they were so soft, fingers spreading to really get a feel. he wasn't even going to take them, he'd just wanted a little look, something to help his overactive imagination get all the important details right.

“what are you doing?” startling him in this precarious position, the lace of your underwear entangled around his fingertips. 

eddie freezes, he can feel the heat rising through his chest, all the way up to the tips of his ears. scarlet red. 

“uh.. i..i-i don’t know..” he hasn’t done anything like this before, he swears. 

your mouth is open in a sort of half-smirk, half-perplexed gawp, closing the door before he could bolt. 

you move around the mess, creeping closer until he can feel you brushing against his side, peering over into his hand. 

“oh wow..” you remark, breath hot and sweet against his cheek, “what were you gonna do with those?” 

eddie feels sick, trying not to projectile vomit across his room. there’s no way you wouldn’t tell robin. fuck. he could hear you now, voice full of disgust, robin laughing at how pathetic he was. 

“n-nothing i swear..” stumbling through his sentence, “i was just..” excuses fail to come to mind, “i was uhm.. looking for something,” the absolute best his flustered mind to muster up. 

“oh really?” reaching around to untangle them from his hand, “you sure about that?” 

there’s no anger to your voice, but he doesn’t dare turn around to look at your face. afraid of what he’ll find. your eyes pitying, sad that he has to root around your dirty laundry to get off. 

“i’m- i’m sure,” though the crack in his voice gives him away. 

you hum, coming around to stand in front of his gormless face, “so you don’t wanna keep these?” holding the evidence up to his face, the hem just barely grazing his cheek. 

eddie’s knees almost buckle, his breath shuddering as any semblance of composure he had left, floats right out the window. 

“here,” reaching forward to tuck the baby blue fabric into the waistband of his sweatpants, your eyes never once leaving his as you do so. “you keep those.. but next time just ask, okay?” 

he nods like an obedient dog, lapping up the scraps you were throwing him. he could stand here all night long, keeping up the weird little power game you’d started. 

“goodnight eddie,” you smile, giving him a gentle nudge, a sign for him to get the fuck out. 

you were the master, he was just the lap dog, eager to please. 

-

at breakfast the next morning, he struggles to even keep his eyes open. having spent an embarrassingly long amount of time on the couch last night shamelessly sniffing the lace you’d gifted him. 

you don’t even acknowledge it, or him for that matter. happily chatting along with nancy about some news article. 

“oh and eddie,” robin begins, flashing him a stern look, “i don’t appreciate finding your fucking panties in between the couch cushions,” 

he chokes on his mouthful, his knife clattering against the table in shock. a multitude of eyes turn to stare at the spectacle he was making. 

“they’re- they’re not mine,” clearing his throat as he clears his name, though he doesn’t dare look in your direction, terrified that he’d absolutely lose his mind if he did. 

“well whoever’s they are, i don’t care, stop leaving them on the couch.. i’m sure our guest doesn’t want to sit amongst dirty underwear,” she bites, calming down now she had gotten her point across. 

if only she knew. 

eddie must’ve fallen asleep with them still attached to his hand, thanking his lucky stars that no one had walked in on him with them pressed to his nose.  

he keeps his head low, focusing on the plate in front of him. nothing had ever been as mortifying as this. not even the time he had slipped off the dinner table in the middle of the cafeteria. 

cutlery scrapes and clinks against the china, uncomfortable silence until argyle clears his throat, “gnarly meal robin, thanks dude,” seemingly settling the tense atmosphere, for now. 

everybody hums in agreement, getting back to their food without another word. but your eyes peek up, meeting his with an indescribable glint. and really, the worst part is that eddie would sit through this horrific situation a hundred more times, just for one more measly sniff at your panties. 

-

eddie can’t take it anymore. 

he’s never been so pent up in his entire life. and he’s tried to hold on until he could move back into his room but he couldn’t last any longer. 

but he’s careful, waiting for everyone to trundle on off to bed, listening carefully for the muted click of the light switch and even then, waiting another hour to be sure. 

the clock glares an alarming 1:04 by the time his belt clinks and his jeans come down, the first of them would be awake in just a few hours, ready to take you on to the airport. 

he wishes it would’ve played out differently, that he wouldn’t be sat here on the last night of your stay alone. but alas, eddie’s never been particularly brave and especially not in regards to hot women. 

your panties wrapped around his right hand as he spits on his left, wrapping around his stiff cock while his fingertips play with the lace in his other hand. 

“ohh fuck,” he hisses, wanting nothing more than to start hollering the house down. 

robin wouldn’t be too pleased if she ever found out what he’d done. and he can’t really afford to get the entire couch dry-cleaned so he really must be careful. 

thinking quick, he shoves his t-shirt into his mouth, muffling the chorus of grunts and groans threatening to spill over into the dark room. the muted light from the tv illuminates his face, breathing loudly through his nose 

he hadn’t heard the door open or the soft sound of your feet padding down the hall, only made aware of your presence when he reopens his eyes, near enough jumping out of his bones. 

how long had you been there watching him shudder and whine?

“fuck,” he exclaims, fist still wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, too aroused to care about it too much. 

“you want some help with that?” 

eddie looks at his dick, then back at you, mouth hung open in a mixture of awe and confusion. 

it’s not very clear but you move closer anyway, sinking to your knees and nestling in between his spread legs. 

“okay?” maintaining eye contact despite how difficult it was, eyes bright and eager. 

he nods, unable to comprehend what was happening. knowing he’d wake up from this twisted dream to some soggy boxers and a whole lotta shame. 

your palm wraps around the base of his cock, shooing his hands away to make room, smiling as your lips wrap around the already leaking tip. were you a psychopath? were you placed on this earth to goad and tease him?

this isn’t real. this isn’t real. the voice repeats around his head though it’s quickly silenced by your tongue swirling circles around the tip of his cock, readjusting his t-shirt to bite down harshly on the fabric. 

eddie’s hands lay useless on his thighs, twitching to intertwine with your hair, still doubting the reality of the situation. this could all be a dream and the second he touches your hair, you’d disappear from in front of his eyes.

the t-shirt falls from his lips, “fuuck,” grunting into the tense air, gritting his teeth so as to not expose your precarious position to the rest of the house. 

the wet sounds of your lips wrapped tight around his cock make his toes curl, his hands find your hair, not without prompting from you. tugging gently at the tendrils as his head starts to spin. 

when your eyes look up to meet his, eddie thinks he might just cum right down your throat then and there. he can see that troublesome glint in your eye, a roaring fire that he so desperately wants to keep stoking. 

your fingers slide up his thigh, finding his neglected balls and with a slight smirk, you grab ahold, gently fondling them as his brain melts out of his ears. 

no one had ever, ever made him feel so good. collectively losing brain cells when you hum on his cock, getting just as much out of this as he was. 

“oh yeah, fuck- shit fuck, i’mcummingi’mcummingi’mcumming,” eddie’s mouth rushes, louder than he ever should’ve been. bright flashes of light fill his peripheral, using your scalp as leverage to keep himself on the couch. 

his hips stutter, thrusting into your mouth with his fingers tight in your hair, yanking harshly in an effort to get your lips off of him before he came everywhere. 

you don’t budge, nails digging into his thigh as his release seeps down your throat, his eyes squeezing shut as his fist instinctively comes up to muffle his mouth, moaning into his clammy palm instead of alerting the entire house. 

eddie’s other hand lets go of his strong hold on your hair, allowing you to get off of his dick, panting happily as you sit up between his knees and with lips glistening with his release, you kiss him. all soft and gentle while his brain fails to compute. 

it should be gross. but eddie just can’t find it in himself to care, because in reality, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened in his measly little life. 

“please let me taste you,” he begs between kisses, grasping desperately at your waist, the fabric of your shirt slipping between his desperate fingers.

you giggle, pulling back to look at him through the dimmed light, “not now,” you hover just above, constantly teasing and unobtainable

“well when?" jutting his bottom lip out in hopes it'd convince you to change your mind.

"when i'm back," letting him down gently. eddie'd count the seconds till you came back if that was what it took to get even a tiny glimpse of your pussy.

“what time do you leave?” he pants, chasing your lips. eddie was nothing if not a chancer, though if it hadn't happened already, there's a miniscule chance of it happening now.

“seven,” whispering back, a hint of annoyance that this build up had only crescendoed now, just as you were about to leave. he'll blame robin for that, poking her nose in and trying to turn him off. it shouldn't have worked. he should've been braver.

“but it’s your turn,” an awful sadness and regret overcoming him. someone better, someone like steve, would've had you pinned to that couch by now, his head between your thighs and your slick dripping down his chin.  

“next time,” only repeating yourself, smiling coyly before you plant one last kiss to his longing lips before standing fully upright and disappearing back off to his room, leaving him reeling with a story nobody else would ever believe.

[multifandomworldsposts]

We Met in Tampa PT 6

Pairing: Austin!Elvis presley x reader

warning: Elvis cheating, Y/N leaving Elvis, fluff.

Part 5

Y/N’s POV

Back in Graceland, Elvis, Memphis Mafia, his dad, our daughter, and I are having fun like Elvis and I riding a car that Elvis recently bought.

“It’s working.” Elvis says.

I giggle. I felt like I was having a best day of my life.

“Hi!” I waved at the photographer and smiled while he was filming us.

“London, Germany, Japan, Hulett here has got it all lined up. Air Presley’s new wings.” Jerry shows us a booklet of a plane.

Elvis holds me tight in his arms while I’m holding a glass of champagne.

“You know, when you play stadiums, it’s like, you do a week of shows in just one night and when it’s done, you get on the plane-“ Hulett says.

“You go where you want, you play where you want, and if they don’t like it, you go someplace else. You know who told me that? B.B. King.” Elvis walks up to the bulletin board.

I go up to be next to him.

“Well, B.B. knows man. And the someplace else you should be going overseas.” Hulett says.

Elvis and I look at the colors on the bulletin board and figure out which color we should choose. Elvis points at a color and I loved it.

“You know, I heard last year alone, you had two offers Germany and Japan, for a million bucks for one night. I mean, why the Colonel would turn down that down, I have no idea, man.” Hulett says walking up to us.

I thought to myself, why would the Colonel turn that down, I’m getting suspicious.

“Well, if you figure it out, can you let us know?” Jerry says.

Elvis goes to Evelyn and holds her, he kisses her on the cheek, I love him so much.

“Maybe we should call it ‘Evelyn Presley’.”

“That’s a beautiful name.” Jerry says to me.

“Right?” I approached Elvis.

LATER THAT NIGHT

We’re getting ready for bed. “I don’t know why you can’t just let the lawyers take care of it.” I look at Elvis in the mirror.

“I have to see him in Vegas. He’s in the hospital. It’s the right thing to do.” He brushes his teeth.

“Yeah, well.” I walk out of the bathroom.

“He’s frail right now.”

“You know what he’s like baby- hey! watch it.” Elvis slaps my butt.

“You know what he’s like. The second that you’re near him, you’ll be under ten feet of snow before you know what’s happened.” I walk to the bed.

Elvis spits out his toothpaste, “My mind’s made up. Business is business. He and I are done. But I owe it to him to tell him to his face.”

I lay in the covers and wait for him. “Well, just make sure he doesn’t clip your wings, honey.”

“He won’t.” He walks to the bed and cuddles with me and starts kissing me.

“I am gonna go see him in Vegas.”

“Mm-hmm.” I try to turn the headlamp off.

“Im gonna look him in the eyes, and I’m gonna tell him, it’s over.” He starts to tease me a little bit.

I giggle. I look at him. “What are you doing?”

“Can’t I give my girl the love she needs.” He smirks.

We start to make out a bit. He stops kissing me. “Gotta get some sleep honey.” I cuddle up with him. “I love you.” “I love you to darling.”

THE NEXT DAY

Elvis goes to Vegas to go see the Colonel.

He calls me.

“Y/N/N, I got good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?”

“Bad news.”

“Colonel, he, he had a heart attack.”

“I thought it was his back.”

“That’s what I thought but he didn’t want me to do a big fuss about it.”

“What about you telling him, you know, going separate ways?”

“The way he took it, I understood on what he was saying but, confused.”

“Confused?”

“He talked about the stadiums, my dad, tour and everything.”

God he’s weird.

“What’s the good news baby?”

“I’m performing at the International Hotel.”

“What?”

“Yeah, for about, six weeks.”

“But what about Evelyn?”

“Get your family up in Graceland, they’ll take care of her.”

I’m scared on where this is going.

“Okay Elvis, I’ll meet you there baby.”

FIRST NIGHT AT INTERNATIONAL HOTEL

I sit at my VIP table with Vernon and his wife. “This is amazing.” I said to them.

“I agree.” Vernon’s wife says.

“I’m gonna get some drinks for you guys, if that’s okay?” Jerry says to us.

“Yes please.” “Please thank you Jerry.”

Elvis comes out looking more amazing then the last time I saw him on stage. I clap for him.

The way he did his performance. Amazing! It felt like I was seeing a new but the same Elvis Presley I saw in Tampa.

“I’d like to introduce to you a couple of people tonight, one of which being my beautiful wife, Y/N.”

The light shines on me. I smile and look at the audience. They’re all clapping and smiling at me. I mouthed “Thank You.”

“Also, this man over here, I wouldn’t be here without, my manager of many years, Colonel Sanders.”

I giggle a bit.

He sings Suspicious Minds. Amazing once again.

Elvis gets off stage and starts kissing fans. I get uncomfortable. When he came to my VIP table he kisses a woman in front of me. The Colonel can tell I look beyond uncomfortable and mad.

Elvis gets back on stage and starts singing Can’t Help Falling in Love. Jerry touches my shoulder to tell us to go backstage.

When Elvis was done he came up to me with a towel wiping his face. He hugs me “There she is.” I hug him back.

“I-I don’t know who that was out there. You were, you were, incredible, you were everything.”

“Thank you baby.” He kisses my lips. I’m going to wash my teeth tonight.

“Mr. Elvis Presley I guess that’s your new manager over there, hmm?” He looks at the Colonel.

he grabs my face lightly. “Yeah. I’m gonna go talk to him, all right?” “Okay.” I about to walk away until he says, “You okay to get upstairs?” He kisses my hand “Mm-hmm, yeah.”

Elvis had to go to the hospital for his oxygen. He needs to take a break before he breaks. I set up a picture of Evelyn and sit next to Elvis.

“Taking care of Business.” The Colonel says.

Vernon says it again.

Elvis goes on tour but I stayed at Tampa with my family and Evelyn. Jerry and Elvis would call me once in a while.

“Y/N, I want you to do something for me, will you? you give my baby a big hug for me, okay?

I hear breathing on the other side of the phone. No he can’t be, he can’t be cheating on me right?

A FEW MONTHS LATER

“Hey Y/N. It’s Jerry he needs to talk to you, I think it’s important.” Sammy says.

I get to the phone.

“Hi Y/N/N, how’s Evelyn?”

“She’s doing well, she misses her daddy.”

“Something about her daddy. Y/N he- he cheated on you.”

I freeze. I don’t say a word. I start to cry.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“I heard breathing on the phone, he cheated on me?”

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

He can hear me cry.

“Jerry, I love you as a friend. Tell Elvis to go fuck himself.”

“Y/N/N. He’s been taking drugs as well.”

“For how long?”

“For a while now.”

“Oh god. Call me when you want to okay?”

“I will Y/N.”

“Tell Elvis I love him. As in you know okay?”

“I will. Bye Y/N/N.”

“Bye.” I hang up.

I start to cry. How could Elvis do this to me?

“Mommy?” I look at Evelyn.

“Hi honey.” I pick her up to sit on my lap.

“Who was that?”

“It was Uncle Jerry. He said daddy’s okay.”

I look and see my mom. “You okay?”

“Yeah, um, can you take Eve downstairs, she looks hungry.”

My mom picks her up and takes her downstairs and I see Anne and Sammy come up to me.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Sammy sits on the bed with me.

“Elvis, he, he cheated on me.”

“Who told you?” Anne says.

“Jerry.”

“Oh honey I’m so sorry.” Sammy hugs me.

Anne hugs me as well.

I sobbed into their arms. Elvis Presley, the man I love, cheated on me.

“Why would he do that?”

“I bet she was a groupie.” Anne says.

“Anne!” Sammy says to her.

“Just saying.”

I continue to cry. We hear footsteps and it’s my mom.

“Where’s Evelyn?” I asked my mom.

“With dad, what’s wrong?” She holds my hands.

“He cheated on her mama.” Sammy says, mom looks at her.

Mom looks at me and says, “I’m so sorry baby! Who told you?”

“Jerry. And he’s been taking drugs.”

“For how long?” Sammy questions.

“For a while now. That’s what Jerry said to me on the phone.”

“What’re you going to do?” Anne says.

“I’m going to leave him.” My mom, Sammy, and Anne look at each other and look at me. I’m going to leave that son of a bitch!

AT GRACELAND

I see Elvis sleeping, I get some of my belongings from my nightstand. Elvis wakes up and sees me.

“Is that you, doll?” He weakly says.

I look at him and say, “I’m leaving you, and I’m taking Evelyn with me.” I take a picture of Evelyn off of my nightstand. I walk in the bathroom.

“Uh, Y/N/N, is this about what happens on the road?” Elvis says.

“About the what?” I look at him.

“Is this about what happens on the road?” He approaches me.

“The girls? Yes it’s about the girls Elvis! And this Elvis! And this! All these goddamn pills those leeches and has-been feed down your throat!” I throw pill bottles at him and collect more things.

“Goddamn, I’m in the best shape of my life.”

I leave the room, “Best shape of you life. The only time you’re happy is when you’re on that stage. And in between that, you’re a ghost.” I go downstairs.

“Y/N/N. I give you everything you could want.” I hear him behind me.

I turn around “What I want is a husband. I am your wife. I am your wife!” I slam my hand on the stair railing. I walk downstairs again, “And Evelyn is your daughter. She needs a father.”

I go to my suitcase. “I am her father!” I hear behind me. I look at him, “You cheated on me Elvis!” The way he looked at me.

“Do you even know when the last time we ate as a family together, you don’t even make love to me anymore.” I start to cry softly.

“Do you still love me?” He questions.

I stay silent. Of course I love him, but he cheated on me.

He sits down on a stair. “When you’re 40 and I’m 50, we’ll be back together. You’ll see.”

I set down my stuff and walk up to him and hug him. He hugs me back crying. I pet his hair. He held me tight.

“I have to go.” I get to his level.

“Will you please stay?” He holds me tight.

“I have to go. Okay? If I stay, I’ll never leave.” I kiss his forehead and cheek. “You have to let me go.” He holds me tighter and I let go of his grip. I gather my things and get to the car to sit next to Evelyn.

[allurilove]

Camp Counselor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: yandere best friend x fem reader, you guys are both camp counselors, bimbo reader, protective and obsessed behavior, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, manipulation, sort of fwb, he's whipped for you.

*Finally a yandere with a name! He goes by "Pres" or "your best friend." I should be working on other stuff soon, but I can't focus for some reason. LOL! Maybe yandere husband part four next, or the superhero. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your best friend convinces you to go to this remote camp deep into the woods with him. He marketed it as a fun paid getaway, but he was ready to taint your innocence.

You’re the exact person he would go for, and the one he’s been wanting to fuck. He wouldn’t dare to toss you aside like all the other women he’s been with. No, he wants you forever. You're his.

Being a camp counselor with your friend was hard. He had the hots for you, and that was pretty clear. Your best friend was named after the late famous singer Elvis Presley. His parents went absolutely crazy for the rock and roll musician, so much so that they named their son “Presley.” But he went by “Pres,” wanting nothing to do with the man he doesn’t even like.

Pres was a hot-headed and flirtatious nineteen-year-old who was only nice to you. He was a bit troubled and rough around the edges, smoking pot and drinking beer whenever he could. He got into a lot of fights, and most of them were because of you.

You were sweet, bubbly, and innocent. You had a tight, round ass that drove him wild, your hair always blowing in the wind, and your mini clothes accentuated your body perfectly. He bought you anything you wanted and did whatever you asked. Despite his tough exterior, he was a mushy, gushy guy on the inside.

He was your closest childhood friend, always coming to your house for years without a single break. Pres told you about the job, shoving the flyer in your face, and he raved about the opportunity. Money, sleeping in cabins, and taking care of kids—it all seemed pretty easy. It also meant he could have you all to himself for three whole months!

The day before the kids arrived for the summer, the counselors had one last meeting. You were able to check out the cabins, rest up for the night, and be well-rested for the morning. That was until your friend snuck out of his cabin and came to yours.

He tiptoed quietly, clinging to the shadows as he looked around to see if his supervisors were nearby. Slowly, he inched closer to your window. Your friend had told you to keep it unlocked, so he hoped you had listened. He let out a small grunt as he used his biceps to lift the window, which slid up smoothly.

“Oh would you look at that?” He muses, pushing his body though. He eyed you up and down, noticing how you were already in your pink silk nightgown. “Now that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

All of the boring and long hikes to see a couple of mountains meant nothing in comparison to this. Seeing you in your room with lit candles all around, your legs apart, and your supple breasts covered by thin fabric was captivating. His feet found footing on your carpet as he approached closer to your sleeping form. That night, he slept right by your side, not wanting to leave you for a single moment.

You both teetered on the line between just being friends and being lovers. He would try to convince you to make out with him. You were just his type: ditzy, pretty, and downright adorable. He could show you a good time if you let him. His hands would rest on your hips, lovingly rubbing your sides up and down, occasionally slipping lower to your ass.

Presley convinced the kids assigned to you to hang out with his group, all so he could pull you into the woods and put on a cute display. He showered you with little kisses on your neck, his deep, rumbling voice cooing swoon-worthy words, and his brown eyes held so much warmth and affection. It was enough to convince you to get down onto your knees, his cock already pulled out of his tan shorts.

You’re a hot babe. Even hotter with your lips around the head of his cock. It must've been your first time, or you were just struggling with his length. Pres guided your head up and down, and with a loud grunt he came inside your mouth. He would tell you that you did amazing, help you wipe your mouth clean, and he’ll return the favor.

He doesn't understand what personal space even means. Your bed was his, and his was always open for you and only you. Once he got his rowdy kids to settle down in their bunk beds, was the moment he had you trapped outside, his fingers soaking in your cunt. He had his hand around your mouth, his knee pushing your legs apart, and his fingers kept pressing against the spot that had your head spinning.

No matter what he does, you still think you guys are just friends. Even if that word does irk him, he'll use it to his advantage. Showering with him was something friends do, so you can’t really say no. Him helping you clean every crevice of your body was just him being nice. Him choosing specific outfits that he wants to see you in was only because he was a 'fashionista.' He barely gave you any time to argue back when he stuffed your body into the swimsuit in the dead of night.

Pres tried his hardest to woo you. On lake day, he would pull off his shirt, muscles on display, and jump into the water. When he came up to the surface, his hair glistening in the light and his body dripping wet, he would try to catch a fish—doing manly things to show off. If that didn’t work, he would walk inside with you to the grand hall, where he’d make friendship bracelets with you. You were happy to do simple things like that, and he’d even make flower crowns with you.

The yandere was a competitive and athletic man. He would win at all of the games—tug-of-war, rock climbing, and don’t even mention any sort of crossword puzzle near him. All of his winnings would go to you. The chocolate gold coins from See's Candies were yours, the tiny trophy he got for catching the most fish was in your hands before you could blink, and the whittled statue of a moose from capturing the prettiest pictures was promptly put into your bag.

He had his softer moments: carrying your suitcases for you and putting them into the shuttle when camp ended, wrapping his jacket around you when you shivered, and letting you have the window seat because you liked to sightsee. He would remember your favorite snacks (he forced himself to like the same things) and offer his arm to be used as your pillow during the drive.

Right when he thought the relationship had progressed into something more, with your head resting on his shoulder, you said the words he didn’t want to hear: "You're the greatest best friend I have ever had."

Ah, shit. Seriously?

“Mhm, yeah, yeah,” he said unenthusiastically with a slight eye roll, and he gently patted your head. “Just go to sleep.”