#elvis studio recordings

[hooked-on-elvis]

I am currently listening to "ELVIS: THE HOME RECORDINGS" (a collection of Elvis Presley's home recordings from the 1950s and 1960s) and I find incredible hearing him singing songs in that unprompted way, just having fun with friends and family, and then listen to the professional version he recorded years later.

Those are some of Elvis' personal favorites songs, folks. 🩷🥹 Here's some of them:

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"HANDS OFF" (or "KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF IT") Home recording: Fall 1960, at Monovale Drive, Hollywood (one of Elvis' homes). Studio recording: Elvis recorded this song again during a jam session at Nashville RCA's studio B in June 5th, 1970. The song was recorded in a version in conjunction with "Got My Mojo Working". The track was first release on the LP "Love Letters From Elvis" (1971).

2. "INDESCRIBABLY BLUE" Home recording: February 1966 at Rocca Place, Hollywood (another of Elvis' homes). Studio recording: Elvis recorded this song professionally, not long after, in June 10, 1966. It was first released by RCA Records as a single on January 10, 1967, backed with "Fools Fall in Love". It was releases in a LP as part of the "Elvis' Gold Records Volume 4" (January, 1968).

3. "AFTER LOVING YOU" Home recording: Recorded around 1966. Can you listen to Elvis' voice here being pretty much the same in the 1969 version? His voice by 1966 was already so improved. It's weird how they kept Elvis from singing what he really wanted to sing in order to keep the soundtrack albums going on. I'm not complaining, per say, because I don't actually hate the soundtrack songs of his movies, but we know Elvis himself was pretty beaten having to record what he called "silly songs" over the ones he truly loved, like this one (as we can see by the way he sings the song wholeheartedly).

Studio recording: During the American Sound Studio's legendary recording session under Chips Moman production, Elvis recorded this song professionally in 18th Feb, 1969, in Memphis, Tennessee.

My personal favorite. ♥ My absolute favorite Elvis album is "From Elvis In Memphis", no doubt. Hearing the home recording version of "After Loving You" is just priceless to me.

4. "WHAT NOW MY LOVE"

Home recording: Recorded sometime around 1966 too. Again, Elvis literally was kept from singing many great songs for a long time because of his Hollywood movie contracts, not to speak about the RCA deals causing the songwriters disputes over rights and proper payment. Long story short, the songwriters did not want to give up 25% of the rights to the compositions to Hill and Range Publishings and the other Presley publishing companies that published his recording materials. So Elvis ended up with some (crappy) less powerful songs to record for many, many years. Some of the songs he truly wanted to record thanks Heaven were brought to day light. Elvis had a great taste in music. (I just wonder how many more amazing songs recorded by his powerful voice we would have today if it wasn't for the tricky record deals he was under.)

Live version:  On January 14, 1973, Elvis Presley performed the song before a live audience of 1 billion people, as part of his satellite show, "Aloha from Hawaii", which was beamed to 43 countries via INTELSAT. Elvis' live rendition of the song is just breathtaking. You listen and see him performing it live and you just stop breathing. The song was first released on the live album "Aloha from Hawaii via Satellite" (February, 1973).

[almondcroissantsandink]

Baby, I'm standing at the great abyss of love and...and I'm teeterin'!

[oddphotos362]

[brianmccormicksmash52321]

Happy 70th anniversary to Elvis Presley’s recording of That’s All Right!

[seduccionarte]

"Cuarteto del Millón de Dólares" (Million Dollar Quartet). Así se llamaron las grabaciones que se hicieron el 4 de diciembre de 1956, en Sun Record Studios de Memphis, Tennessee.

Las grabaciones fueron en jam session entre Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, y Johnny Cash.

[el-candelabro]

"Magia en Memphis: La Sesión Histórica de Presley, Cash, Lewis y Perkins"

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Eminem - Without Me 2002

"Without Me" is a song by American rapper Eminem, released as the lead single from his fourth studio album The Eminem Show (2002). "Without Me" is one of Eminem's most successful singles, reaching number two on the US Billboard Hot 100, and number one in fifteen countries. The song mocks a number of Eminem's critics, as well as parodying Prince's decision to change his name to an unpronounceable symbol. It also lampoons comparisons of him to Elvis Presley as a white man succeeding commercially in a predominantly black art form. A line also attacks his mother Debbie Mathers for the lawsuit she filed for the lyrics of his breakthrough hit "My Name Is". The opening lyric "Two trailer park girls go round the outside" is based on the country rap single "Buffalo Gals" by Malcolm McLaren. The introduction—"Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks"—is sampled from Obie Trice's own track "Rap Name".

"Without Me" was nominated for Record of the Year at the Grammy Awards of 2003, being Eminem's first song to receive a Grammy nomination in a major category. It also received a nomination for Best Male Rap Solo Performance, but lost that award as well to Nelly's "Hot in Herre", behind which it had peaked on the Billboard Hot 100.

The music video, directed by Joseph Kahn, features a number of scenarios built around its context, including Eminem and Dr. Dre as parodies of comics in general, while trying to save a child who bought a copy of The Eminem Show that has a Parental Advisory sticker. In the 2024 music video for "Houdini", which also samples this song, Eminem is again dressed as his "Rap Boy" persona. The "Without Me" video won the categories Video of the Year, Best Male Video, Best Rap Video, and Best Direction (for Joseph Kahn) at the MTV Video Music Awards, as well as gaining nominations for Best Editing and Viewer's Choice. It also won Best Short Form Music Video at the Grammy Awards of 2003.

"Without Me" received a total of 79,4% yes votes! Previous Eminem polls: #27 "Rabbit Run", #239 "'Till I Collapse".

[m1ssunderstanding]

OMG what mclennon secret meeting evidence? I need to know you can't leave me hanging like this

Yay thank you for asking!

Carl Perkins says so.

Carl is recounting something Linda told him here, after Paul's emotional reaction to Carl's song 'my old friend.' "we stopped by the Dakota about three weeks I believe she said before John died something like that". -- 1996

James McCartney remembers seeing John at the Dakota.

"I know John held me as a baby. Then I have memories of the Dakota building, very white, lots of sunlight pouring in" -- 2012. James was born in 77. Most people don't remember anything before two years old. So at the earliest, he must've been in John's apartment in 79.

They had studio time booked.

When John died, Paul actually got the news from a radio broadcaster named Richard Skinner. He was too upset to go on the air (obviously) but he talked privately with the guy. "we talked about John, and we talked about plans that he tells me he and John had to get together and to try and write music together again. That would've been happening that December. But the studio they'd wanted to use was booked out so they didn't work together and they were going to meet together in the new year." Going back into the studio to write and record was a huge step and would've been scary for both of them, scary enough that I seriously doubt they would've had the courage to set that up. Unless! They were spending frequent quality happy time together and they both felt like they were in a good place in the relationship.

Like everything else, it's in their music.

The lyrics of "(Just Like) Starting Over" are about rekindling an old flame with a romantic getaway. He talks about screwing someone in a motel in Montauk and doing it in the road and staying in bed with the walrus. The lyrics of the chorus are a triple Paul reference. "It's time to spread our WINGS and fly. Don't let ANOTHER DAY go by MY LOVE." The main melody comes from a beach boys song, and he's got Elvis affects on his voice. None of those musical choices were made for Yoko's benefit.

Then there's, along with "Coming Up", Paul's side of things. "Secret Friend": For most repetitions of the chorus, he says "feel like you've never felt before" but the first time he sneaks in "feel like you've never FIT before," which can only be referencing a dick, especially if he's being that coy about it. "Cast adrift on some uncharted sea" -- John's constant nautical metaphors, calling Paul his boat, his recent solo sea voyage. "I know we'll find a way. I know we'll reach the end. If you will be my secret friend." I mean. And then "Nobody Knows".

btw couldn't have found the Carl Perkins thing without Jazz! TYSM @sleeper9

[harrisonarchive]

Photo (at Chasen’s in Los Angeles, November 1976) by Mirrorpix.

“It was a warm fall evening in 1997 and on the patio of the Wilshire Ebell Theatre, mariachi trumpets were blasting. The occasion was a family reunion, and it was in all ways a typical Mexican fiesta — except for the presence of a handful of guests who stood out among the Old World elders and Mexican American kids. Huddled together at a table were George Harrison and some of his friends, including Indian sitar legend Ravi Shankar, Tom Petty, Jeff Lynne of Electric Light Orchestra and session drummer extraordinaire Jim Keltner. But the rock ‘n’ roll royalty was not the center of attention that evening. Harrison’s in-laws, Maria Louise and Esiquiel Arias, as matriarch and patriarch, had the spotlight. Harrison was there because of their daughter, Olivia Arias, whom he’d married in 1978, thereby gaining a huge Mexican American extended family in Los Angeles. […] On the night I met George and Olivia at the Wilshire Ebell, the live music was performed by one of the world’s great mariachi bands, Los Camperos de Nati Cano. Later, Harrison talked to me with great enthusiasm about Jorge Negrete, one of the great crooners from the golden era of mariachi music.” - Ruben Martinez, Los Angeles Times (December 9, 2001) “It was only after moving to England, where being Mexican was considered ‘exotic,’ that [Olivia] became fully aware of the discrimination she had encountered in Los Angeles. ‘I always knew I wasn’t going to be one of those cheerleaders in a little skirt, and I had a feeling it was because I was brown,’ she says. ‘Now I see the role that Mexicans have been put into in Los Angeles, which is basically doing the jobs the whites don’t want. If you took all the gardeners, waiters and nannies away from Beverly Hills, the place would screech to a halt.’” - The Daily Telegraph (December 20, 1995) “I was born in Los Angeles but my grandparents were born in Guanajuato. […] When my husband married me, he married into a Mexican family. George loved Mexican music, he watched some of these films with me, he even had Jorge Negrete on the jukebox. My father used to sing with his brothers, around 1938, and like every musician he used to go around with his guitar. So George actually took my dad into the studio and recorded him. And my dad and my mother sang like four full songs, that probably your mother and your father, or your grandparents know. We used to have to call him Jorge. Sometimes if he wanted to use another name, he would use Jorge Arias, because that is my maiden name.” - Olivia Harrison, Morelia Film Fest interview (2016) “My mother’s father, Esquiel Arias, was a singer, and dad recorded him singing these great Mexican songs. My mother’s mother was related to Jorge Negrete, who was a film star and singer, I guess at the same level as Elvis or Bing Crosby in Mexico. Dad was a huge fan and had him on the jukebox at home. There’s a long line of musicians on both sides.” - Dhani Harrison, MOJO (November 2017)

[hooked-on-elvis]

I love the album "From Elvis In Memphis" beyond words could say, so much so it was the first Elvis CD I bought to my collection (the LP is on my wishlist). Anyway, once I found out "Back In Memphis" is an extension of the first, I consider those two as only one in my rank of favorite Elvis albums. I really can't have a definite favorite between the two... all the songs are SO GOOOOOD! If you haven't listen to it yet, give yourself a gift this Christmas. ♥

"Back In Memphis" is the split-up of the double-album "From Vegas To Memphis/From Memphis To Vegas" released in October 1969. The second album on that set is the recorded live "Elvis In Person At The International Hotel." A year later, in October 1970, those albums were released in a new configuration, as individual LPs. The album "Back In Memphis" has songs saved from the American Sound Studios recording sessions (January and February 1969), after part of the material was released on the album "From Elvis In Memphis" in June 1969.

[elvispresleyslover]

Our ‘lil girl

You were sat crisscrossed on you and elvis’ shared bed at graceland, reading a random book out of his very large book collection, waiting for him to come back from recording at the studio, a hand resting comfortably atop of your bump.

You looked up as you heard the bedroom door open, a wide smile spreading across your face as elvis walked in. “hi mama” he said softly, walking over to you and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“hi..how did it go?” you asked. “it went great” he said, slipping off his shoes and slipping in bed behind you. “whatcha readin’?” he asked as you laying your back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you and his hands finding home on your belly.

“gone with the wind” you answered. “i’ve seen the movie a million times but i’ve never read the book and i don’t really have anything else to do so i thought, why not?” you added with a chuckle, he smiled and pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder.

“how ya feelin’?” he asked, his thumb rubbing gently across your skin, you shrugged. “not too bad today” you answered, earning a nod.

“did ya eat?” he asked, you nodded. “i made pancakes this morning and had a sandwich not long ago” you answered.

“did ya dr-“ he starts, getting cut off by your lips against his. this was a daily routine for him, come home and ask a million questions, making sure you ate, drank water, took your medicine and vitamins, etc.

“i’m okay..i did everything i promise” you say with a chuckle after pulling away. “i worry about ya, ya know that” he says, you nod.

“and i’m very grateful” you say, closing the book and laying it on the side table before laying your hands over his.

“have ya been thinkin’ of any names?” he asks, you nod. “a few” you say with a smile. you had just found out about a week ago that your having a little girl, elvis was ecstatic.

“tell me” he says. you hum, thinking a bit. “i really like paisley” you say, looking up at him.

“that’s cute, i like it” he agrees with a smile. “what about a middle name?” he questions.

“i was thinking love, for your mama” you say softly, making his smile grow bigger. “Paisley Love Presley..it’s perfect.” he says, bringing a hand up from your stomach and laying it on your cheek, pressing a soft and slow kiss to your lips.

“yeah?” you question, he nods. “yeah” he retorts, moving some hair behind your ear before laying his hand back on your stomach.

“i love ya..and our ‘lil girl” he says softly, you smile and press a kiss to his cheek. “we love you too el” you answer softly.

[vintageshanny]

Playing in the Studio

Content: I haven’t written in a while and I miss it, so I’m trying to get back on the horse. This is just a smutty little fantasy inspired by a remark in Elvis’ studio session for “Goin’ Home” from Stay Away, Joe. 18+

“This song, man. It’s fuckin’ terrible.” Elvis could feel his frustration mounting as he tried take after take for the latest mediocre soundtrack. He was so lost in his irritation that he missed the sound of the studio door opening. “I’m gonna start playin’ with mah peter if I stand here much longer.” Elvis’ joke caught in his throat as he heard the sound of heels clicking across the floor behind him, followed by a soft throat clearing.

“Is that why this session is going on so long? I’m not sure if the studio would approve of funds being spent in this way.” Grace tried to hide her amused smirk as Elvis turned and stared at her, his face flushed. She couldn’t tell at first if he was angry or embarrassed. Probably both, she concluded, as he started a stammering explanation.

“I-I-I was jus’ tryin’ ta lighten the mood, it’s, uh, gettin’ pretty tense in here. I-I'm sorry, I didn’t know we had, uh, mixed company here.” Elvis’ eyes wandered over her curvy frame before he could stop them.

“No need to apologize, I’ve heard worse from the studio bigwigs. They actually sent me here to see how the session is going.” She reached her hand out in introduction. “Grace Delaney.” She tried to ignore the little tingle she felt as Elvis grabbed her hand in his own and stroked the back of it gently with his thumb.

“I’m Elvis,” he announced with a grin, his stormy blue eyes twinkling as he took notice of the effect his touch had.

Grace cleared her throat again, trying to regain her composure as some of the musicians snickered in the background.

“There are a couple things I need to speak to you about, Mr. Presley. Is there somewhere private we could talk?”

“Sure, dear.” Elvis motioned with his head toward a small office in the back of the studio. “Uh, take five fellas, looks like I’m bein’ summoned to the principal’s office,” he called back over his shoulder.

He closed the door to the office behind them and looked expectantly at Grace, his hands on his hips, wondering what the studio wanted to hassle him about now.

“Mr. Presley,” Grace started, averting her eyes from the sweat stains in his armpits. When had sweat ever looked this sexy? “The studio is concerned about your attitude in the last session.”

Elvis’ jaw clenched slightly. He knew where this was going. The one time he’d begged for a song not to be included, and they have to give him a hard time. “They got me singin’ to a fuckin’ donkey!” he exploded. “What the hell kinda attitude do they ‘spect me ta have?” He took a deep breath before continuing. “Sorry, honey, I know you’re jus’ doin’ your job, but I-I-I can’t deal with this right now.” He leaned back against the wall, looking defeated as he pulled a small cigar and book of matches from his shirt pocket.

“They just want to make sure that you’ll record the rest of the material in time. I’m sorry, Mr. Presley.” Grace felt a twinge of guilt at being the bearer of this bad news. There was something about him that just made her want to take care of him.

“Call me Elvis, honey. What do ya think of this stuff they’re makin’ me record?”

“Well Mr., um, Elvis, I think...” Grace paused looking for the right words. “I think you’re doing the best you can with what they’re giving you.” Truth be told, she hadn’t listened to a new Elvis record in years. “I can certainly understand your frustration. I just think the studio wants to make sure the public doesn’t hear about you hating the material. It’s not a good look for the movie.”

“Tell ‘em to stop givin’ me shit to record then,” Elvis sighed. “Sometimes I worry my fans think I’m perfect. I can’t live up to it.” He looked pensive as he lifted the small cigar to his pouty lips.

Surprised at his sudden display of vulnerability, Grace searched for something soothing to say. “Maybe they know you’re not perfect and they just love you anyway. Maybe they relate more to you because of it.”

“Hmph. Don’t know ‘bout that,” Elvis murmured. “They don’t see me in the studio, losin’ my mind over this shit.”

“If they saw you frustrated and cussing over a mediocre song, you really think they would hold that against you?”

Elvis considered the question, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe not, but they prob’ly don’ wanna hear me talkin’ ‘bout playin’ with mahself.” He grinned as if daring her to respond, but not really expecting her to.

“It sure caught my attention,” Grace said boldly, taking a little step toward him. Don’t back down now. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” She delighted in the way Elvis’ face turned a bright shade of red as he stuttered out his response.

“You’ve been thinkin’ a-a-about me s-s-sayin' that?”

“I've been thinking about you doing it.” Grace took another step closer, and reached out for Elvis’ free hand, the other one still loosely holding the cigar. She brushed her fingers along the back of his hand and then took hold of it, guiding it where she wanted it, waiting to see if he would stop her.

Elvis stared down into her face, his lips slightly parted. He wasn’t always drawn to such a forward woman, but some part of him needed this right now.

Grace pressed his hand against the zipper of his pants, watching the way his long fingers cupped around the bulge there. Nothing could prepare her for the sweet sound of the moan he let out at the feeling of his own touch.

“Oh shit, baby, I can’t go back out there now. It’s standin’ at attention already.” He moved his hand to the side so she could see his dilemma.

Grace felt dizzy with lust as she looked at him poking straight out, the fabric of his pants stretched taut. “You should relieve your stress before you go back out there,” she whispered, backing up a step, leaning against the desk behind her.

“Ya gonna give me some privacy?” Elvis asked, a little nervous laughter escaping his lips.

“I’ve been sent to make sure you’re ready to record the material. I better stay and make sure your attitude has been...adjusted.” Grace leaned forward to unbutton his pants. As she tugged at the zipper, she saw the start of his patch of hair, no underwear to block her view of what was coming.

Elvis groaned a little bit as his member was set free, bouncing a little bit with nothing to constrain it any more. Grace pressed his hand back against it, guiding him to wrap his fingers around its thickness. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him. She grabbed his cigar and leaned back against the desk again, taking a little puff, her heart racing with desire.

“H-h-honey, ya shouldn’t do that. It ain’t lady-like,” Elvis whispered hoarsely, starting to tug at himself, rubbing his thumb over his leaky tip while she stared in awe.

“I’m just trying to help.” Grace smiled sweetly. “Besides, there’s a time and place to be lady-like. Sometimes you just need some good old-fashioned pleasure.” She lifted her skirt and slipped her free hand inside of her panties, feeling how aroused he had made her.

“Oh, fuck, honey, l-l-lemme see ya,” Elvis begged, his eyes widening at the erotic sight before him. He continued the rhythmic jerking of his wrist as she pulled her panties to the side so he could see the way her fingers played with her throbbing button, spreading her wetness everywhere.

Elvis’ motion had caused his pants to slip down to his knees. Grace watched the way his hard cock twitched in his hand, his balls hanging below, begging to be emptied. She marveled at how every inch of him was perfect. It was too much. She leaned back farther, gasping for air as her legs started to shake. “Oh god,” she moaned out softly, trying to ride through the pleasure as quietly as possible.

“Oh fuck,” Elvis’ motions sped up as he watched her fluttering and shaking across from him. “Fuck, I’m gonna make a mess, honey, oh shit,” he groaned, feeling himself about to erupt.

In her hazy state, Grace leaned forward and knelt in front of him. “Can’t have you makin’ a mess,” she murmured. Elvis let go of himself just in time for Grace to take him in her mouth and feel his warm salty cum land on her tongue. She massaged his sensitive balls softly, her fingers still sticky with her own pleasure. Elvis jerked forward unsteadily, his body trembling as he used his hands to brace himself on her shoulders, her tongue caressing the tip of him, licking up every drop before he softened and retreated into his silky soft foreskin.

Elvis leaned back against the wall again, head tilted back and eyes closed, as Grace tenderly pulled his pants back up and zipped and buttoned them for him. “Do ya do this for all the artists with a bad attitude?”

Grace looked up to see Elvis smiling down at her, his eyes full of warmth and humor as he teased her. She blushed, for the first time really wondering what he might think of her. “No,” she said, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his plump lips. “I guess you’re just special. I wanted to make you feel better.”

Elvis blushed a little as he pulled her into a warm hug. “That’s sweet, honey. Ya really did make me feel better. In a lotta ways.”

“Maybe I can check on you again sometime? Make sure your attitude is still good? Relieve your stress?”

Elvis’ eyes crinkled with happiness as he looked down. “That would be nice.” He grabbed his cigar back and stuck it between his teeth before adding with a wink, “Then I’ll have a chance ta taste ya.”

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[butlervibesonly]

hi there! I am pretty sure you’ve seen the photos where Austin is probably recording Elvis’ music! I was thinking maybe you could write something where Y/n and Austin are dating already during his Elvis filming and she just see how tired he is, how drained he must be, so she maybe comforts him, takes care of him? Thank you! ☺️🩵

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! | Austin Butler

• Pairing: Austin Butler x female reader

• Warnings: mention of exhaustion, swearing, and fluff!

• Proofreader: hope y’all didn’t expect anyone but @eternal-love herself! 😏🤭

Playing Elvis, moving like him, singing like him, talking like him… it was all hard since the very beginning. You knew it, Austin knew it — but he never gave up. No matter how hard it was for him, he always put the best into it. Did everything he possibly could to not play Elvis, but bring him back on the big screen.

You can see it on his face that Austin is getting tired. He wakes up every day at around 4 am to spend more hours in the makeup and hair trailer to transform into Elvis. He spends hours learning the script, the movements, the vocals. It’s a lot. And the pandemic is not making it any easier.

The two of you are now stuck in Australia, and you both miss your families, your home. Not going to lie when you say that you are getting worried. Not about the movie, but about him…

It’s around 10:30 pm and you were waiting for Austin in your shared trailer for hours now. He was recording some songs for whole day, and the more the minutes pass, the more you’re getting worried. So you decided to go and look for him.

Walking through the set where this all is happening is incredible. Everything screams ‘Elvis’, the costumes, places, … When you arrive to the recording studio you meet some people from the crew who know you thanks to Austin. You smile at them all, knowing they are leaving to bed.

And then, you see him… Austin is sitting on the floor, hair messy, hugging his legs while he unconsciously stares into nowhere… There are dark circles under his blue eyes and it makes your heart ache. You look at him with so much sympathy and affection.

Stepping closer, he doesn’t even notices your presence at first, until you sit beside hime, tour hand on his shoulder. “You’re tired, baby,” you say softly, soothingly rubbing his back. “Come to bed, you need to rest.” you offer him, almost audible plead in your voice.

“But I- I need to…” he tries to explain, but you cut him off before he can continue. His voice is hoarse as his vocal cords are strained with all that singing. “No, love… no buts. You’re tired. I can see it. I can hear it. You will continue next time but you need to rest.” you reassured him, your hand comforting his tense muscles.

Austin sighs, knowing you’re right. “Yeah… you’re right, babe…” he hoarses, taking your hand in his. It’s almost like he is seeking comfort… You take his hand without a doubt and stroke his soft skin. “C’mon, we will go to bed.” you help him stand up. Before you go, Austin gathers his stuff and takes your hand again.

It’s taking all of his last strength to even walk back to your trailer. He is practically leaning against you, preventing himself from collapsing on the ground. “Just a little more, love…” you whisper as you two approach your trailer.

Once inside, you lock the door and turn to him. You step closer to him and wrap your arms around him. Austin immediately melts into your touch, his chin resting on your shoulder, breathing your scent. “Go take a shower, baby. I will make you some food and you can go to sleep, hm?”

“Okay…” Austin whispers out, reluctantly letting go of you. You watch him taking his grey sweatpants, the only thing he sleeps in and goes to the little bathroom. While he is showering, you just make him some quick sandwich, knowing the least thing he wants to think of now is food. But he needs it, he needs energy.

After a while, he is fresh out of shower, his now black locks covered in water drops. “Come, sit.” you smile, placing the sandwich on the table. Austin smiles softly, sitting down. He must have been hungry, because he digs in immediately, eating like he hasn’t eaten in months.

You sit down opposite the table, taking your phone. While Austin eats, you decide to text Baz, trying to take some day off for Austin.

You: Hey, Baz! I was wondering today… Austin seems to be really tired. Can he take a day off tomorrow? Just to regain some strength…?

Baz: Sure. I saw him today, he must be really drained. Take care of him, no problem x

You: Thanks! ☺️

You look back up at Austin and he is looking at you, his eyes tired, his expression almost vulnerable. Small smile creeps up on your lips and you take his hand. “Was it good? Want some more?” you ask softly. Austin shakes his head. “No, I am full. It was good. Thank you, honey.”

“I am glad you like it. Let’s get some sleep.” you gently tug his hand, as he stand up. He follows you into the bed and as you two lay down, he snuggles to you, again seeking some reassurance, comfort and warmth. You wrap your arms around him, and he is lying on you with half of his weight.

His arm is around your waist, his head resting on your chest, one of his legs tangling with yours. You are cradling him against you, holding him tightly, one had rubbing his back, while the other strokes thought his Elvis black hair.

“I love you so much…” he mumbles, his body moving slowly as he breathes. You smile, kissing his forehead. “I love you too, honey.” Austin’s breath gets slower, deeper as he begins to doze off. Because this is something he needed for a long time now. Just to lay in your arms, resting and feeling like everything around is not important.

You keep rubbing his back even though you know he is asleep just to let him know that you’re here and you’re not going anywhere. After, you slowly reach for his phone and you turn off his 4am alarm just to make him sleep longer in the morning. He needs some sleep. He needs to rest.

And like so, the two of you sleep in each other’s arms until the very morning. Around 10am Austin begins to wake up slowly, but surely. He opens his eyes, and when he notices that the sun is suspiciously higher than he’s used to when waking up this early, he panics. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he swears under his breath.

He sees that you’re no longer in the bed with him, and he is scared that he overslept and that he is running late, so he reaches for his phone and looks at the time; 10:12am. “Damn it!” he slips from under the covers, standing up. But then he sees you, calmly standing in the small kitchen of the trailer.

“Y/n, love, why didn’t you wake me up? It’s past 10 am, I overslept!” he says, panic in his voice. You approach him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Because you’re not going anywhere today, baby.” you explain calmly. Austin’s face is filled with curiosity and confusion. “What?”

“You will not film today. You won’t do anything that includes the movie making. I talked to Baz last night and I asked him to give you a day off, maybe even some more, because we both know how tired you are and you deserve to rest.” you explain again, stroking his shoulders. You already know that he will protest because he needs everything around this movie to be perfect.

“But, baby, I-“

“No, love. Please just listen to me now… You're doing the first last thing for that movie. But I can see how tired you are, Austin. I can see how you have a lack of sleep, are exhausted and drained. Please just take a break for a while. It will not rush anywhere. Baz agreed with me. I’m going to take care of you. I will just make you feel better. Just let me, please.” you cup his cheeks gently.

He looks down at you and sighs. Again, he knows that you’re right. He is fully exposed to you now, his feelings taking over his body and so does his exhaustion. “I know that you want this movie to be perfect. I can see how hard you work for this whole project ,and I’m sure that Elvis would be proud if he saw you. He would be proud that his legacy is celebrated by someone who wants to make the best impression of him.”

Austin is looking into your eyes and he knows that you want the best for him. He knows that you care for him, and he loves you more than anything for that. All he can do in this moment is to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a hug. “Thank you…” he whispers. “Thank you, love.”

You smile and return his hug back, just as reassuringly as you did last night. “That’s why I’m here for you.” You say and hold him for a little bit longer. “I will make you some tea for that voice of yours, alright?” Austin nods, knowing that his vocal cords are at the lowest.

“You go back to bed, I will bring it to you.” you smiles at him reassuringly, and he nods, but before he goes, he kisses you sweetly. The familiar warmth spreads through your chest, end he leaves for bed. You make him some tea, hoping it will help.

When you come back, you seem him snuggled under the covers, small smile on his face. You can’t help but smile softly, as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Your tea is ready, Mr. Butler.” you joke, stroking his forehead with your fingers. Austin peeks from under the covers, seeing the steamy cup in your hand.

“Careful, it’s hot.” you warn him, when he takes it from you. Austin scoots up, resting his back against the headrest, and takes few sips. The warmth spreads through his throat, the mix of honey and herbs sweet on his tongue. “Thank you, darling.” he smiles, opening one free arm to you.

Without any hesitation, you climb beside him, cuddling against him. Finally you two have some free time together, peaceful and loving. “I am the luckiest man alive.” he murmurs, before taking another sip. You lift your head up to kiss his cheek. “And I am the luckiest woman.” you smile.

Austin is being pampered by you whole day. You two have been napping together, eating some sweets, cuddling, watching movies, … Practically, you two have finally some quality time together after all this hard work, stress and rush. Austin couldn’t be any happier, receiving the best care.

And you? Oh, how you love taking care of your sweet boy.





[jhoneybees]

Feelin' in my body

Here's a little blurb for you lovelies! Something to make up for the long wait on the requests❤️

Characters: Late 70s!Elvis X reader

Warnings/triggers: a little sexual but it's all pretty fluffy

Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @theelvisprincess @i-r-i-n-a-a @hooked-on-elvis @polksaladava @thelonelyheart

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“Baby?” Elvis calls out, turning his head to look into every room as he walks down the hallway, upstairs. He quietly steps down into the foyer, wanting to see if you're in the kitchen.

“Honey?” Lifting his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head as he looks around the room.

“Where is that girl?” He thinks to himself then as he walks past the stairs going down in the jungle room, he stops in his tracks hearing something familiar.

He cautiously takes one step at a time downstairs, frowning in curiosity when he realises the noise is music with a faint sound of someone singing under it.

He sighs and as he goes halfway down, enough to see who's in the room. His eyebrows soften and his lips curl into a crooked grin seeing you dancing around the jungle room, holding his microphone singing along to ‘I got a feelin' in my body'

“I got a feeling in my body, this will be our lucky day!” You sing, jamming around on the plush green carpet. Swinging your hips from side to side as the music plays.

Elvis breathes out a quiet chuckle, resting his hand on the bannister. Shaking his head in disbelief.

He finds it funny that you're singing and dancing to his music, he thought you'd be sick of it by now because of how many times you heard it in the studio while recording it but he's been proved wrong.

“Funny lil girl.” He tsks, grinning widely at how your hair bounces around and the little dress you're wearing is slowly riding up your thighs. Just about giving him the tiniest view of your white panties.

“Won’t you lift your eyes up, children, lift ‘em to the sky, heaven stands before you, gates are open wide, shelter for the weary, comfort the weak, we'll leave the devil's evil, sweatin’ on the stre-” You sing but suddenly you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders making you scream.

“Jus’ me, darlin'!” Elvis laughs loudly, pulling you against him when you realise. “What's my baby doin' in ‘ere?”

You breathe out relieved and start to giggle, sliding your hand up onto his chest giving it a little rub. “Dancing.”

“Dancing?”

“Mhm.”

“Mmm… I was enjoying your dancin’.”

You smile with another giggle, a little louder this time. “Yeah?”

“Mhm, would like ta see ya again.” He responds, giving your ass a small squeeze and light pat.

“Sit down then…the song ain't over.”

He hums, grabbing your chin to bring you into a gentle, playful kiss before going over to sit on the animal fur covered couch. Chuckling and rolling his eyes when you take your dress off, leaving you in just your matching white bra and panties that have little pink bows in the center.

“What's this?” He asks, holding his hand out for you to take, allowing you to climb onto his lap. Still holding his microphone.

“Wanna give ya a lap dance.”

“Why’s that?” He asks, smiling like a teenage boy.

“cause I got a feelin' in my body.”

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 18: Dirty Talk

Burnin' Love

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, dirty talk, mentions of sex

Word Count: ~1.2k

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You walk into the studio sound booth at exactly 12:26am. Elvis has been there working on this song since about 4 in the afternoon and he's still not pleased with it. You haven't been a producer for long, and they usually only call you in when they're desperate to go home. That's how you end up here, in the studio, with Elvis Presley at nearly 1am. His band is exhausted. Their parts are perfect. It's his vocals that he isn't happy with yet. The song is complicated and he won't rest until it's just right. 

“Alright, goddamnit, let's go again.” He says into the mic, ready to run it through again. His voice has an edge to it like he's irritated to still be working on the same song. You were nervous enough to be called in, much less to be called in to work with him, but you also know that his musicians are exhausted and you might be reaching a point of diminishing returns. You take a deep breath and try to ignore how good he looks, dark hair a little messy, lips shining with where he keeps running his tongue over them. Clearing your throat, you speak softly into the mic. 

“Uh, Mr. Presley, maybe we should let the musicians go and you just try your tracks a few more times.” He looks up at the booth suddenly. Who the hell was that?!

“Honey, who are you?”

“I'm the producer, sir. They called me in to cover the night-”

“My name is Elvis. You don't need to call me sir.” He smiles up at the booth with his eyes sparkling behind his sunglasses. Your voice catches his attention and then when he sees you in the booth with your headphones on, he's ready to keep recording all night long. His irritation disappears with the curvature of your lips and the way your skirt hugs your thighs. 

“Oh, okay, Elvis. Maybe we should let them go?” He smirks a little and then shrugs. 

“Fine with me, honey. Y'all heard her. Clear out.” The musicians sigh gratefully and begin to pack up. “What's your name, doll?”

“Y/n. I think we only need a couple more takes.” You try to ignore his burning gaze and fiddle with something in the booth. 

“Oh, I don't know, honey. These lyrics are really throwing me for a loop. Might need your help.” You lift your head quickly and meet his eyes. Even behind his glasses, they're piercing and you can see as he looks up and down your body. He breathes out a laugh as he notices a blush rising in your cheeks. 

“Of course, sir- I mean Elvis. Whatever you need.” You stumble over the consonants and try to keep it together, but you can already feel yourself getting wet. He knows the effect he's having and thoroughly enjoys watching you drop into a chair as your knees go weak. 

“Whatever I need?” He gives you a devilish smile, adjusting the headphones on his ears and you whimper, glad he can only hear you when you have the mic turned on in the recording booth. 

Once everyone has gone and it's just you and him, you get the track ready to play for him to sing with, actively ignoring your arousal as it dampens your panties. 

“Okay, Mr. Presley-”

“Elvis.” He smiles and you almost faint. 

“Elvis, I'm going to play the track and you just do your vocal part.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Your hand shakes, but you press play and let the track run. He starts to sing and then stops, his fingertips on the headphones and a slight frown on his face while you pause the track. 

“What's the next line, doll?”

“Girl, girl, girl, girl, you gonna set me on fire.” He smirks. 

“Set what on fire?” You blink a couple times before you can answer. He licks his lips again, imagining how warm your body would be against him. Finally, you get it out. 

“Set me on fire.” 

“Am I setting you on fire, honey?” 

“I-um-I-what?” You stutter and stammer into the mic and he chuckles. 

“Can you sing the line for me?” He gives you a cheeky little grin and you start to suspect he's being difficult on purpose. But you're not about to let on that you've figured this out, so you sing the line. 

“Girl, girl, girl, girl you gonna set me on fire.” He was right, your sweet little voice is almost as pretty as you are. 

“Mmm honey, I've half a mind to get you in here singing backup for me.” Your cheeks turn pink again. 

“Oh, um, thank you. Shall we continue?” He nods. 

“Of course.” You push play and he keeps singing until he gets a few more lines done. “What's the line?”

“Burning, burning, burning and nothing can cool me.” He wraps his hand around the mic and pulls it in close to him.  

“Oh, honey, I think you could cool me just right, what do you think?” His voice in the microphone is smooth and sexy in your headphones and you feel your center drip even more. 

“Huh?”

“Nothin' baby.” He goes back to singing and you make it through the next set of lyrics before he stops you again. 

“Next line?”

“It's coming closer, the flames are now licking my body.” He chuckles again. 

“Licking what?”

“Licking my body.” You answer, trying to stay as professional as possible. A lopsided grin spreads across his face and he decides to kick it up a notch. 

“You want me to lick your body, honey?” You sit in stunned silence and stare at him. You're so turned on you can barely breathe. “I can think of a few places on your body I'd like to lick.” 

“Like where?” It comes tumbling out of you breathlessly before you can stop it. He wets his lips with his tongue. 

“I bet you've got a pretty little spot between your thighs that I'd love to get my tongue into.” You moan softly into the microphone and he adjusts himself to make his erection less uncomfortable. 

“Mr. Presley…” You whisper airily. 

“Elvis. I'd love to get these sideburns on your thighs, baby.” You whimper again and he doubles down. “Put my tongue in that pretty pussy.” 

You're so hot and bothered at this point that you can't even remember what you're supposed to be doing. He pulls the mic to his lips and keeps going. 

“You wanna cum in my mouth, baby?”

“Yes…” You hear yourself whisper as you grind against the chair for friction. 

“Let me put this big cock inside you? You want that, honey?” He starts to stroke himself over his pants and you bite your lip and whine. 

“Yeah…” You rub your thighs together and watch as he grins and continues to palm his dick over his pants. 

“Well, are you comin’ to me or am I comin’ in there?”

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