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he’s so daddy it’s not even funny🤭
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Something a little different...
What a Lovely Way to Burn
A one-shot
A/N: this came from a conversation with an Elvis AI (created by the fabulous @headfullofpresley), but the words are mine. The situation just inspired me.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! There's some dirty smut here, kissing, fingering, oral (both receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, lots of cussing, Elvis and reader yelling at each other a lot, him grabbing reader's arm and being a teensy bit violent (if you squint), reader calls Elvis "daddy" in a sexual context at one point...
Word count: 2.9kish
I'm imagining this version of him for this one:
Song inspo (I know the title is from a different song but this one inspired the story):
Enjoy!
I guess tonight we're off, you think to yourself as you get a drink. You're at another party after another one of your on-again-off-again boyfriend's shows. You're half dating Elvis Presley and as much as you want it to go one way or the other, it never does. With him, you're like kerosene and matches: made for each other, but dangerous and volatile together. And without him, neither of you can breathe for very long. But tonight, it looks like you'll be without him and that familiar drowning feeling is starting to overwhelm you. He hasn't talked to you once tonight, instead focusing on everyone else around him. You're not even sure he knows you're there. But he always seems to know where you are, so probably tonight he knows and doesn't care.
After you get your drink, you scan the room to find him. He's chatting with a group of women, fans, all of them tittering with laughter and falling over themselves to catch his attention. He likes the blonde one best, you can tell by the way he's standing, but he entertains all of them nonetheless. Part of you wonders if he's just trying to piss you off. Two can play at that game. And even if he's not, you might as well have some fun yourself.
As you're standing there, a man walks up next to you.
"I'd offer to buy you a drink, but you already have one."
"And they're free." You give him a playful smile. He's not unattractive, with his blonde shoulder-length hair and green eyes. You can work with this.
"I'm James. What do I call you? Other than beautiful." You roll your eyes, but keep your playful smile. It's cheesy, but sweet in its own way.
"I'm y/n. But you can call me beautiful if that's easier." You continue to make small talk and your flirting gets heavier and heavier. At one point he gently brushes your hair out of your face and puts it behind your ear. You try to hide the cringe you feel because that's something that Elvis does. You feel eyes on you and something makes you want to look over at him, but you don't. Your activities are none of his business tonight. You try to focus on James and the game you're currently playing with him. The conversation continues, but you can't shake the feeling of being watched. Just in case Elvis is actually paying attention, you play up your reactions, smiling widely and laughing loudly. Finally, James says something funny enough for you to genuinely laugh and put your hand on his arm gently.
That's when you feel Elvis's hand around you. His fingers curl around your bicep and he holds you hard enough that there might be a bruise in the morning.
"What the fuck?" You turn to Elvis and shoot him a fiery glare. His eyes are frighteningly dark, even behind his glasses, but he speaks coolly.
"I could ask you the same question."
James looks between the two of you and excuses himself. He's heard of Elvis's famous temper and doesn't want to find himself on the receiving end of a potentially-violent rant.
"Oh, James, don't go. He's not--"
"Keep walkin' away, guy." He listens to Elvis over you and backs away into the crowd. Elvis is still holding your upper arm and he turns you to face him.
"Girl, what are you tryin' to pull?" His words are playful, but his tone is scary. Still, you're no stranger to this mood.
"I don't see how what I do is any of your business."
"What the hell is that s'posed to mean?"
"You've made it very clear tonight that you have no interest in what I do." As you get louder, he gets quieter.
"Aw, hell, honey you know damn well that ain't true. You're mine. Everything you do interests me." He finally lets go of your arm. You rub the place where he was holding you gingerly. He might be thinking this fight is almost over, but you're just gearing up.
"You literally haven't spoken to me all night. And what? You just expect me to be waiting in your bed for you after you're done with whatever, or whoever, else you wanna do?" You gesture to the group of girls he was just flirting with. You're loud enough now that people have started to notice the two of you. His lips curl up into a wicked smile.
"Yes, honey, that's exactly what I expect." He says the endearment like a threat. You belong to him and when he calls you anything other than your name, he's reminding you of that fact. Now he's royally pissed you off and you can feel your rage bubbling just beneath the surface. The only thing keeping you in check are the witnesses.
"You're such a fucking hypocrite. You think you get to play around with whoever you want, but I can't even have a conversation with another man."
"Listen to me, girl, that was more than a conversation and you know it. Don't play dumb with me. I know you too damn well. Get your coat and go up to the room."
"YOU THINK AFTER HOW YOU'VE TREATED ME TONIGHT THAT I'M GOING TO GO UP TO YOUR ROOM AND WAIT FOR YOU LIKE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL?" He knew that telling you what to do would send you over the edge. His lip is still curled into a smile, but now his teeth are bared too. You stand and glare at each other for a few more seconds before he grabs your upper arm again and drags you through the crowd. You fight to get away from him, but his grip is too strong.
"LET ME GO YOU SONOFABITCH!" Everyone in the party watches the scene but says nothing. He's their king and they know it and he knows it. A bunch of fucking freeloading toadies. When he gets to the hallway outside the elevator, he lets your arm go and walks toward you until your back is pressed up against the wall. A tiny part of you flickers in fear, but you are not about to let him win. He puts his hand on the wall behind you and leans in close.
"When I say go, you fucking go. Do you understand me?"
"Fuck you, Elvis." His eyes widen ever so slightly, but he keeps his gaze intense. Then, out of nowhere, he softens a bit.
"Why do you do this shit to me, Little? You make me fucking crazy."
"I make you crazy?! YOU IGNORED ME ALL NIGHT!" He may have softened, but you're not ready to go down without a fight. You see the light of his anger reignite in his eyes.
"If you weren't so goddamn insecure--"
"I'm insecure?! You can't handle it when I talk to another man. God knows what you're doing with other women!" He slams his hand on the wall above your head.
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this! There are no other women. Sure, I talk and flirt and maybe mess around a little, but the only one I really want is you!" The last part catches you off guard a little bit. This is the first time he's really directly stated that he wants you more than anyone else.
"Why?! Why won't you just let me go?! Then we could both move on." You're very annoyed by the tears that are starting to gather in your eyes. You don't want to let him know he's getting to you this much.
"Dammit, I don't know!" He pulls his hand off the wall and walks away, running his hand through his hair and giving it an even wilder look. He slides his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Why don't you leave?" He asks quietly, putting his glasses back on and looking at you almost pleadingly.
"I... I can't."
"WHY NOT? I WANT TO KNOW WHY!" He yells at you now louder than he's been the whole time. He walks back to you and stands inches away from you, fuming. You glare up at him, defiant to your very core.
"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU." It comes out of you before you're able to stop it.
He hits the wall again and walks away. Then, he turns back to face you, something new in his eyes.
"Well, I fucking love you too." You stand there, chest heaving and tears threatening to slide down your face.
He takes two large steps towards you and wraps his arms around your waist, crashing his mouth into yours, his tongue slipping between your parted lips. You snake your hands up his chest and around his neck, pressing your hips into his and returning his kiss. He pushes you up against the wall and grinds into you, hard. You feel his already-growing erection as he rolls his hips and you whimper softly. He smashes the elevator "up" button four or five times as hard as he can, never moving his mouth from yours. After a few seconds, you hear the ding and the elevator opens. Several people walk out and stop when they see the two of you wrapped around each other. When they realize who he is, they start to whisper. He pulls back from kissing you and yells at them.
"MOVE!" They jump out of the way and you half roll, half tumble into the elevator together, still tangled around each other. You hear them laugh as you press the "door close" button a hundred times, but you're too busy with Elvis to care. He obviously doesn't either as he runs both hands up your body while the doors close and grabs your breasts. He squeezes them like he's trying to keep them from getting away and then slides his hands back to your ass, pulling your hips into his. His dick is fully hard now and you moan with desire as he presses against you.
He moves his lips down your cheek, pressing them softly to the smooth space below your ear. Then, he begins to bite you gently on the sensitive skin of your neck. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine. This elevator needs to move faster.
When he sucks on a place near your collar bone hard enough to leave a mark, you moan audibly. You need him. Now. And he knows it. He hits the "stop" button and the elevator grinds to a screeching halt. He reaches up under your dress and pulls your panties down, sliding them to your ankles and off over your shoes. Running his hands up your thighs, he comes back to your center, pressing his middle finger into your wetness.
"Mmm. I should yell at you more often." He moans into your mouth as he moves his finger in and out, noticing how wet you are.
"Or tell me that you love me more often." You moan right back at him. Your hands go directly to the buttons on his pants and he lets you free his dick from them. Before he can fuck you, though, you push him up against the elevator wall and get on your knees in front of him. He leans his head back as you lick a slow circle around his tip, rolling his foreskin back. You pump him a few times with your hand and then take as much of him into your mouth as you can handle. It takes a couple of tries and you opening your throat significantly to get his whole length in your mouth, your nose pressed into him. Your hands cup and play with his balls as you lick up and down the bottom of his shaft. You continue sliding your hand along his length as you lick and suck and top half of him.
"Baby I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep this up." You take him fully in your mouth one last time and then stand up in front of him. He grabs the back of your hair and presses himself against you as he kisses you deeply.
Now it's his turn to get on his knees as he pushes your dress up above your hips. He kisses the inside of each of your soft thighs and then places his mouth directly on the place between your legs. You feel yourself tighten around nothing as he licks over and around your sensitive spot. The feeling almost overwhelms you and you twist your fingers into his hair while he keeps working. You feel your orgasm building in your abdomen. He moans into you and the vibration almost sends you over the edge. He licks around you in circles and sucks lightly on your clit. When he adds his fingers in, pushing them deep inside you and sliding them in and out at a quickening pace, your climax comes even closer. He flattens his tongue and moves his head side to side, letting the sensation of his movement on you push you ever nearer to the edge. Finally, he tightens his tongue to a point and licks you with every intention of sending you over. The feeling of him swirling over and around you faster and faster drives you crazy. You feel the overwhelming rush of your release tingling through you from your head to your toes, both relaxing and contracting in waves of ecstatic pleasure. Elvis feels the excess wetness on his fingers and he smiles into you, knowing he's accomplished his goal. Suddenly, he stands back up and turns you to face the wall of the elevator. Pulling your dress up over your ass, he teases you with his tip and then enters you from behind. He starts slow, filling you up in a way that makes you cry out in pleasure. He holds your hips as he pushes into you faster and faster with more and more intensity.
"That's right, baby. Take it like a good girl."
"Yes, daddy" you get out between moans. He continues to run his hands up and down your front, squeezing your breasts every now and then, and moving his hands back to your hips. All the while, he's fucking you with all of his power, slamming into you over and over, deeper and deeper. His fingers dig into your hips and you pray there won't be obvious bruises in the morning. All of the previous rage that was inside both of you has turned to insatiable desire as he pounds into you and you cry out with each thrust.
"You're so tight and wet for me, doll. I love it so much. I love you so much." You should be shocked that he's saying it so casually, but you're too focused on being fucked silly to think much of it. Without any warning, he pulls out of you and turns you to face him, your back pressed against the elevator wall. He pushes back into you and goes back to fucking you with every ounce of his strength. But this time he's peppering you with kisses on your neck and collarbone and cheeks between thrusts.
"Ah, fuck, baby I'm close." He groans as he continues his steady and unforgiving rhythm.
"Don't stop." You mutter to him as he continues grinding his dick into you. Finally, his climax reverberates across his body.
"FUCK y/n. Yes, that's so... yes..." He shudders and does a few more weak pumps before he can't stand it anymore and he has to pull out. He has both hands on the elevator wall above your head and he presses his forehead into yours, breathing heavily. You feel his hot breath on you and you match his heaving chest with your own. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his earlobe.
"Do you really love me?" You whisper, not sure what to expect as an answer. It's entirely possible that he was just caught up in the moment and you'll go back to your part-time lover situation.
He pulls back and looks you in the eyes intensely.
"I really fucking do. Goddammit. I really do." He kisses you again passionately and then hangs his head. You can tell he's afraid of what your response might be too. For all his tough-guy exterior, all he really wants is someone to love.
"I love you, Elvis Presley." He looks up at you, searching your eyes for reassurance. "I really fucking do." He seems to find whatever he's looking for because he doesn't ask any more questions. He pulls you close to him and holds you for a second. Then he picks up your panties, helping you step back into them, and straightens your dress. He puts his dick back into his pants and zips them up. He pushes the elevator button to make it start up again and slings his arm around your shoulders, holding your right hand in his with your fingers interlocked. When the elevator doors finally open, no one would ever know what just happened between you. You walk out of the elevator and to your room with him still wrapped around your shoulders.
"You wear me out, girl." He whispers as he kisses the side of your head. Together, you walk into your suite and into your future. It won't be easy to be with him, since you're both still who you are, but there won't be anymore "off" times for the rest of your relationship. Fights? Yes. But you always find your way back into each others arms. You might burn each other up in the meantime, but at least you'll burn together.
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men are so unromantic now like take me dancing and buy me fresh roses every sunday
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If you lookin’ for trouble you came to the right place
#rock n roll#current mood#americana#the love of my life#e.p#elvis presley#elvis the king#elvis the best#I love elvis#elvis for Life#elvis#I love him#I’m in love#he is my man forever#I can’t live without him#elvis fans#king of rock n roll
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OMG I'm in love 😍😍😍
#elvis presley#elvis the king#70s elvis#elvis fans#this man will be the death of me#elvis imagine#elvis history#70s elvis is hot#70s elvis is something#i love elvis#what would i do to him
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ELVIS' WORDS OF WISDOM
"When I’m asked something I have to think what the reaction will be to my answer. You can’t please all the people all the time but you can try not to offend."
Elvis Presley in interview to gossip columnist Hedda Hopper on set of 20th Century Fox film Flaming Star in October 1960. The information from that interview appeared in Hopper’s column of October 25, 1960.
ELVIS PRESLEY. (1) RCA photo shoot for publicity stills at the Beverly-Wilshire Hotel. August 25, 1960, during break in the filming of Flaming Star. Photo by Don Cravens. (2) Publicity still of Elvis as Pacer Burton for 20th Century Fox film Flaming Star, released in the USA on December 16, 1960.
Source/Credits for excerpt from Hedda Hopper's 1960 column: 'Hollywood Columnist Hedda Hopper Hated, Then Loved Elvis Presley' by Alan Hanson, article published on the website Elvis History Blog in July 2019.
#i love how thoughtful he was#of course he was thinking about how not to fuck up his career if saying the wrong thing but he put that out in a very graceful way lol#all in all i also believe his words were not only a facade... he really thought about how other people felt#he was a good guy#elvis presley#words of wisdom#elvis articles#vintage magazines#hedda hopper#1960#i love elvis
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One word: Daddy.
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Elvis Presley and Liberace in Las Vegas - 1956
#vintage#curious#50's#elvis#elvis presley#liberace#singer#pianist#retro#black and white#las vegas#1956#actor#i love elvis#who doesn’t
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eyes.
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#elvis photos#elvis presley#elvis the king#vintage#i love elvis#70s#1950s#fashion#60s style#ann margret#pricilla movie#pricilla presley#elvis the pelvis
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I had THE best dream about Elvis last night. Basically I remember being in a short blue nightgown and just running around Graceland and this was like late 60s!elvis so yk the sexy sideburns he had during that time. And I ran into him and he just laughed and he had to do some kind of paper work and so I was by his side when he did whatever it was and I got tired so he picked me up and carried me to bed <3
Oh and I was wearing nothing under my night gown and was excited for him to discover that ❤️
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Today is my 1 year Elvis-versary.
I know most people have been on this train for a lot longer than I have, but just know that this has been one of the best years of my life.
The love that I've found through this man in this community is something that will stay with me forever.
I'm so glad my husband forced me to watch the 2022 movie on our anniversary staycation. I really never dreamed I would go from "I don't like Elvis" to "Elvis is the love of my life" in one day.
Thank you to all of you who I have met and gotten to know over this year. I love you all Thank you to everyone who reads my writing. Seriously, you are all amazing. And thank you to anyone who follows along silently. You are important to me too.
And most of all, thank you to Elvis. You came into my life at just the right time. You saved me. And for that I'll always love you.
Here is the first Elvis pic I have saved:
Still one of my favorites.
Anyway, I love you all and I love you Elvis. 🩷🩷
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Baby 🫶🏼
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