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Happy fuckin’ Birthday
Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader
Word count: 3194
Warning(s): smut, kind of public handjob (m. receiving), getting caught, 50s!Elvis, sub!Elvis, soft dom!reader, strong language, alcohol consumption, inaccurate timelines in Elvis’ life.
Requested: yesss, by anon! hope this finds its way back to you, love <3
Summary: Elvis is needy during his birthday dinner and wants your attention, not caring about anyone else in the room.
Author’s note: slightly different than requested, but ofcourse my brain has a mind on its own, as usual. it’s kinda short, but hope you’ll still enjoy, my luvies <3
read part 2 here!
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The cold January air was nipping harshly at your cheeks as you made your way past Audubon Park, making you wrap your thick coat around you firmer as a chill ran down your spine. You made sure not to look at the dark park beside you despite it only being 6 o’clock in the evening, quickening your step. Elvis wasn’t able to pick you up tonight, which you completely understood seeing it was his birthday and he had been entertaining visiting family and friends since the afternoon. Unfortunately, you were the last one to arrive at the gathering because of work, but as soon as you turned the corner onto Audubon Drive and saw the Presley house, excitement bubbled in your stomach.
Trying to Get to You✨
A sub!Elvis fic coming soon💕
UPDATE
Now posted!
(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader, sub!Elvis) Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022) Request: kinda😉 Prompt: You and Elvis are at the Spring F
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It took longer, but here is the master list and completed work for my second Elvis fanfiction. Comparing with “Today, Tomorrow and Forever”, this story is more plot heavy and involves more original characters, some of them are foreign and with their own back stories. Since the storyline is set in a historical background, writing also took more care and research, e.g., multiple times I had to look up if something actually existed back in the early 1940’s. In addition, all the Elvis songs mentioned needed to be from way back then. Considering these challenges, I’m overall pleased with the final product. Specifically, I think I’ve made some headway in terms of depicting the psychological evolution and emotional conflicts of my characters.
If anyone is reading this, enjoy and Merry Christmas!
Note: Once again, both original version in English and Chinese translation of this work are available on AO3.
Summary: The year was 1941, bandmates and secret lovers Scotty Moore and Elvis Presley got caught red handed by Scotty’s fiancée, and this led to the young men being thrusted headlong into the China-Burma-India theater of World War II as members of the first American Volunteer Group (The Flying Tigers).
Chapter 1: Caught in the Heat
Chapter 2: Flying Tigers
Chapter 3: Lost and Found
Chapter 4: Battle of Salween Gorge
Chapter 5: Guest and Hosts
Chapter 6: Fleeing from Danger
Chapter 7: The Stand-off
Chapter 8: Chamber of Darkness
Chapter 9: Peace in the Valley
Chapter 10: Garden of Roses
Chapter 11: Life and Death
Chapter 12: The Long Way Home
Hi I just wanted to say I love your work and I was wondering if you could write an Elvis x reader where the reader walks in on Elvis in the bathroom masturbating and moaning the readers name then he gets all embarrassed and apologize to the reader then the reader says it’s okay and helps him finish by giving him a handjob or something like that
this was a fun one LOL hope you enjoy! ty for the request <3
so sorry | 50s!elvis x gn(?)!reader
warnings: minors dni, nsfw handjobs, sub!elvis
wc: 1.1k
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Satisfy me, baby (Elvis x Gender Neutral Reader)
THIS STORY IS NSFW. MINORS DNI.
summary: elvis is sick, and the reader takes care of him.
warnings: sick fic, feeding, handjobs, praise kink, sorta implied age-play (?)
word count: 799
notes: i wrote this and posted it to ao3 a while ago, and i decided to post it here! idk if some of my works will ever be posted here unless ppl ask, so enjoy!! written w real elvis in mind but feel free to imagine aus!e if u want!
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it was mid september, and the weather had started to change.
it was raining more, and the heat was dying down slightly, becoming slightly more windy and cool in the evenings. you adjusted well to the change, but some started to get sick from the sudden shift.
‘some’ being your boyfriend, elvis presley.
he hated being sick, because that meant you had to take care of him, and he hated the thought of that. he liked to take care of you and be in charge, but when he got sick, it usually hit him hard.
“elvis,” you start firmly, holding a platter as you watch him sink further into the bed, miserable from the cold he managed to catch. “you need to get out of bed, honey. you haven't had anything to eat.”
“...’m not hungry.” he drawls, his head falling back miserably. he coughs, groaning as it shakes his body. “i jus’ wanna sleep.”
instead of arguing back, you just sigh and shake your head, watching as he puts on another james dean film. he’s so damn stubborn- always so neglectful of himself, and he would still refuse your care. he was hardheaded, but you still loved him. in fact, his hardheadedness made you love him more sometimes.
you sigh and sit on the edge of the bed, setting the platter down and shuffling closer to him. he whines and rolls over, his voice nasally and congested.
“god damn it hun- you're gunna get sick.”
“i made you something to eat.” you say softly, gently caressing his cheek. “i know you're tired, but can you just eat for me? please?”
he went still for a second, peeking over his shoulder after a few minutes of contemplative silence.
“...what’d you make?”
“sit up and find out.”
he sat up, pouting slightly, but perked up as he saw his favorite sandwiches on the platter you had bought. he smiled softly, his eyes softening as he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. “thank you, darlin’."
he reached for one of the sandwiches, but you tsked and moved the platter away- much to his confusion.
“now…what kind of loving partner would i be if i let you feed yourself while you were sick.?” you huffed, taking one of the sandwiches and guiding it to his mouth. “open.”
elvis went pink in the face, his eyes going a bit wide as he stared at you for a few seconds. he looked like he wanted to say something, but his mouth just uselessly fell open, waiting for you to feed him.
you smiled as you guided the sandwich to his mouth. he chewed at his food, avoiding eye contact with you, blushing softly. his blue eyes slightly dazed and big. you ran a hand through his hair, chuckling softly at the expression on his face.
“good boy.”
elvis choked on his food, his face dark red as the words left your mouth. he sat up, embarrassed as he wiped at his pajamas, his legs crossed together.
“jesus, hun- don't say that-”
“well why not?” you ask innocently, head tilted. “you are my good boy, aren't you?”
again, he went quiet, avoiding your eyes. he was fidgeting under the blanket, and he was starting to sweat slightly. your eyes trailed down his body, a slow smirk growing on your lips as you spot the tent forming under the blanket.
"ah, i see."
“shit, darlin’, i just-”
“watch your mouth,” you scold gently, crawling towards him. his mouth snaps shut, his eyes dropping to his lap as your hand trails up his thigh. “good boys don't swear.”
“okay,” was all that left his lips.
he seemed so quiet, so vulnerable as you gently tugged the blanket away, revealing his hard on through his pajama pants. his face got even darker red, but he didn't make an attempt to hide himself. you gave a gentle smile as you began to tease him slowly, watching as he bit back a small noise.
“good…so good for me…” you purr, watching as his hips twitch up into your hand at those words, his cock seeming to get harder. he gripped at the sheets, staring at you intently, his thighs beginning to tremble slightly.
“darlin’...f-feels….i-i think..” he stutters, his lips trembling sweetly as he pants softly, unable to keep himself still under the touch of your hand.
“feels good?” you ask, squeezing around his shaft gently. “good…you deserve to feel good…you're such a good boy for me, elvis..”
with that, he whined and thrust into your hand, cumming hard in his pants and trembling as you stroked him through orgasm. he went limp, panting into the pillow below him as you smiled down at him.
“darlin’?”
“yes, elvis?”
“....can you keep feedin’ me?”
Mine
• Pairing: Elvis/Reader or Austin!Elvis/Reader
• E comes back in a mood and wants to be reminded of who he belongs to
• Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, possessive reader, sub! Elvis, gender-neutral reader, hand jobs, body worship, mommy kink (mama is being used as a general term), 70s Elvis, fluffy ending
Hi! I was wondering if you can do a SUB!elvis story again? I really enjoyed the last one.
I was wondering if you could do one where Elvis was mocking your moans but you showed him that his was worse if that makes sense?? Idk how to sentence it properly it i hope you understane😭😭
I love your stories!!!
hi anon! thank you so much for your request, and don’t you worry, i got it!! i appreciate all the love, thank you so much! hope you like it. 🤍
nowadays has been a little difficult for me cuz i’m struggling with writer block :'), so i sincerely apologize if this one is bad or just too short. i’m seeing the other requests and i pinky promise i’ll work on them soon. thank you!
the first rays of sunlight lit up your room. the dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. a warm and lazy sunlight lights up your vision, making you whine with the sudden light. you tried to move so you could face elvis, but he was holding you tight, his arm kinda squeezing your waist.
“good mornin’,” he kissed your ear, making your skin prickles.
“you were already awake, babe?” you asked, receiving a lazy ‘uhuh’ from him. “why didn’t you get up then?”
“i was waiting for you,” he sniffed your messy hair. “you look like an angel when you sleep, mama.”
you felt your cheeks burning as you adjusted yourself on the bed, touching his hand as you closed your eyes again.
“i missed you so much,” his voice was husky, making your belly feels funny.
“what do you want, elvis?” you jokily asked him, giggling a little, but he was dead serious. he burried his face into your neck, leaving love bites behind, as his hands traveled through your waist and abdomen.
“i want you,” he whispered on your ear, making you moan softly. he giggled a little, his hands stopping on the edge of your shirt. “do you want me?”
you nodded, too shy to say it. he pulled your shirt, making you squirmed with the cold air hitting your soft skin.
“i love when you go to sleep without your bra, honey,” he smirked against your skin, his warm hands squeezed your breasts. “makes my job easier.”
you both giggled a little, and you moaned louder as he squeezed your breasts harder, pulling your top completely. “elvis...” you whispered.
“say it to me,” he husked. “say you want me.”
“i want you...” you trembled. “please elvis, i want you.”
he seemed satisfied, his hands entering your pants in a second, touching the soft texture of your panties. you moaned out loud.
“look at you,” he howled. “i didn’t even touch you and you’re moaning like a slut on heat. how pathetic.”
you felt shockwaves through your whole body; you loved when he praised you, that was true, but you couldn’t deny the good feeling when he called you a slut. you bit your bottom lip, rolling your eyes.
“you do the exactly same thing, and even worse than me,” you smirked as your felt holes into your skin, elvis staring at you hungrily.
“is that so?” he asked, and you nodded, looking at him, eager.
“wanna bet?”
“go for it then, little girl.”
you quickly turned around, pulling elvis to a heated kiss as you topped him, making sure he wasn’t going to react so quick. you took off his shir, then both of you took each other’s pajamas, totally baked now.
at first it was innocent; just both of you giving each other some love. elvis squeezed your ass, and to respond you pulled his sensitive nipples, making him squirm.
and then, adjusting yourself, you let elvis’s cock slide inside you, feeling his length screaching you out. you breathed heavily while elvis moaned, finally feeling your wetness meeting his hard cock felt like heaven to him. he bit his bottom lip, his hands going to grab your waist to help you, but you smaked both of his hands.
“keep your hands by your side, don’t touch me,” you commanded. elvis whined in response, but he made your wish. “look at you... such a good slut. so obedient for me.”
he moaned out loud, feeling embarrassed in the next second, looking away with his cheeks dark red. you left out a loud chuckle. “i fucking told you, didn’t i?” you said.
it didn’t take long for you to start riding elvis. you weren’t bouncing yet, just going back and forth. the feeling was delicious, but you kept your posture; elvis, however, was dizzy for more friction. his dick twitched inside of you, pulsing, even. elvis started to slowly wiggle his hips, trying to make you truly ride him.
“you want that so hard, huh?” you asked, making fun of him, while he dumbly noodles at you. you swinged your hips more, making him sees stars. “say you want it.”
“fuck, mommy,” there it was, that sweet nickname. you loved it so fucking much. “please, i want it. please, i want it so bad... i’ll be good, i promise.”
“good,” you howled as you started bouncing around him, both skins slapping against each other, the wet sound being embarrassingly loud, but both of you didn’t care.
“fuck, mama,” he squirmed. “fuck, that’s so good. please, please, keep going...” he said as he proceeded to moan again. you simply giggled as you continued your moviments, going faster each second. he closed his eyes shut, trying his hard to not touch you as you commanded earlier.
“look at me,” you said. elvis opened his eyes lazily, his face red. you started to play with your breasts, pulling your nipples with strength, making yourself good while riding him. “i want you to see.”
“fuck,” he almost cried out. “don’t do this to me, mommy, lemme help you, please.”
“oh,” you shocked your head, smirking. “you look like a dog, elvis. all wet, whining, with this puppies fucking stupid eyes looking at its owner, you know that?”
elvis moaned once again with your moviments as he didn’t take his eyes off you, watching all of you, begging to be a little touchy. instead of a yes, you slapped his face, making him cry out.
“you’re gonna get everything i give you and your fucking mouth is gonna be shut, did you get it, pet?”
“yes, ma’am,” he whispered as his eyes got watery. your moviments were getting faster, elvis couldn’t stop moaning.
“good,” you squirmed. “so fucking good...” you started to slowly lose your posture, feeling your orgasm building up, your legs shaking.
“mommy,” his voice was needy, you looked down on him. “please, mommy— ‘m gonna cum. please, let me cum inside of you, please!”
“fuck, elvis...” the idea of cumming inside always made you feel so good, it was dizzy. “okay,” you nodded. “cum inside of me, pet. fuck— fuuuckk!”
you screamed your release as your body felt overwhelmed for a few seconds, too sensitive. elvis came right with you, breaking your order by staying with his hands besides his body, grabbing your waist roughly while he released himself into you, filling you up.
“holy shit,” he moaned as his whole body felt weak. “holy shit babe, that was...”
“amazing, i know. you’re welcome.” you both chuckled a little. you pulled yourself off him as he helped you to lay besides him. the bed shelf was a completely mess, but both of you didn’t care.
“you moaned like a slut on heat more than me,” you said.
“shut up.” he smaked your arm playfully, then both of you laughed about the situation.