#Jailhouse rock

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 9: Face Slapping

Dinner is Served (Vince Everett)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, face slapping (obvi)

Word count: ~1.7k

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You sit on the couch in new lingerie and a silk robe waiting for your husband to get home on your anniversary. Sometimes you wonder what you were thinking when you married Vince Everett, but then you think about how playful and sweet he can be and you forgive him like you always do. Still, you're afraid the dinner you cooked is going to get cold and he won't have time to enjoy your outfit before sitting down to eat. The clock on the wall reads 5:47pm. He was supposed to be home just after 5. You sigh deeply and close your robe just as you hear his key in the door. He walks in and whistles when he sees you. 

"Well, hi honey!" He walks over and puts his hands on your hips, looking you up and down. 

"You're late." You try to keep your face somewhere between a frown and a pout, but the truth is you're just glad he's home. 

"Aw, I'm sorry. Time just got away from me. What's the occasion?" His eyes roam over your body hungrily. 

"What's the...? You forgot!" He raises his eyebrows. 

"Forgot what?"

"Today is the 16th." Realization hits him and he puts his palm on his forehead. 

"Our anniversary! Baby, I'm sorry." His eyes gleam playfully. "You want me to run out and buy a bow and put it on my cock?" 

He knows exactly what to say to make you giggle every time. 

"Vince! You dirty thing, you. Just come eat your dinner." You back away and tie your robe closed. He'll have to wait to enjoy the lingerie. 

In the dining room, he settles in his normal chair and you go to fix him a plate. As you stand staring at the food, though, you have an idea. He forgot your anniversary. You can't let him get off completely free. 

"Where's my plate, honey?" He asks tentatively when he realizes you're back with no food. That's when you slip your robe off and reveal that you've taken your panties off. "Oh..."

You walk over to the table and perch right in front of him, one foot on each arm of his chair. You lean back on your hands and look down at him playfully. 

"Dinner is served." He's positively buzzing with excitement, so he wastes no time in diving into your pussy mouth-first. You moan loudly and drop your head back as he pushes his tongue into your slit and then moves up to swirl it over and around your clit. "Mmm, yes Vince baby, just like that." 

He thrives on the praise and licks you even more fervently than before, trying to bring you to an orgasm as fast as possible. You whimper as you feel it building in your stomach and he slides first one and then two of his fingers up inside you. 

"Is that good, honey? You like it?" He asks sweetly. You nod frantically. 

"Yes, don't stop!" He smiles and goes back to moving his tongue over and around your hardened bud. You gasp and pant and arch your back, so close to your release. "Oh, Vince!" 

Your climax runs through you like electricity, lighting you up from the inside out. He licks you through it, reveling in the feeling of you pulsing and throbbing around his fingers. When your clit softens, he pulls back and looks up at you like a puppy. You know what he's waiting for. 

"You did so good, baby. That was amazing." He grins up at you, lips glistening and then stands up to undo his pants. You start to help him and then change your mind. He's not entirely forgiven yet. You pull his lips down to yours and kiss him deeply and then hop off the table and walk away. He watches you in shock. 

"Honey, what?"

"Figured I'd go get your actual dinner." You walk into the kitchen and he follows behind you quickly. 

"But baby... I'm not finished with the first course yet..." 

"You are until I say otherwise." He groans as you bend over right in front of him to pick up a fork that you dropped on purpose. You wiggle your ass at him and he grabs your hips and presses his erection against you. 

"C'mon, baby please. Ya gotta give me somethin'." You turn to face him and lean against the countertop. 

"Do I?" He nods and touches himself gingerly, whimpering. 

"Well alright then. C'mere baby." He smiles deviously and walks over to you as you get on your knees. You finish unzipping his pants and pull his aching member into your hand, pushing his foreskin back. He grunts as you lean forward and take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his exposed tip. 

"Mmm, that's better honey." He holds your hair and thrusts gently into your mouth. You continue to work him with your mouth and hand until you feel him start to tense up. "You want me to cum down your throat, doll?" 

You can tell he's getting close by the way he talks, but you're not quite finished with him yet, so you pull off and stand up. 

"No, I don't think I do." You turn around and wiggle your hips again. He grins as he strokes his cock and watches you. 

"Oh, you want it like that, do you?" You nod and whimper as he teases your entrance a bit and then starts to push in. You let him get almost all the way in and then start to pull away. 

"Oh no, baby, I've just remembered your favorite television program is on." You say with false concern as you walk away from him towards the living room. He groans loudly and holds his dick in his hand. 

"I don't care! You're my favorite television program!" He hollers as he stands there frustrated. When he realizes you're really not coming back, he follows you into the living room. He inhales sharply when he sees that you've stripped off the lingerie and are now standing there in nothing but your heels. 

"Goddamnit, honey, you're bout to kill me." 

"Have a seat." You push him down on the couch and then cross the room, bending over to turn the television on. He makes some kind of strangled noise in his throat and you notice he starts to pump his cock. "No sir. I don't think I want you to touch yourself."

"Baby..." He whines and you're afraid he might actually cry. You walk over close to him and he reaches out to touch you, but you gently push his hands away. 

"No touching me either." He grunts and flexes his hands. 

"This is mean."

"Next time you won't forget our anniversary." 

"No, I won't." He reaches out and slaps your ass gently and without thinking at all you turn and smack him right across the face. Not hard, really, but enough to sting just a little bit. He stares up at you with his eyes wide and you don't notice his cock twitches. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I went too f-"

"Do it again." 

"What?" His voice is so quiet it's almost a whisper. 

"Do it... again..." A smile creeps across your lips and you slap him again. He turns his face back to you and his eyes are almost black with lust. 

"I swear to God, baby if you don't let me fuck you right now I'm going to lose it." His voice is deep and you know he's serious, but it doesn't matter. You're absolutely aching for him and you couldn't hold back even if you wanted to. He grabs you and pulls you down to his lap and you both go to work frantically ripping his clothes off between feverish kisses. He loses a couple buttons in the process but neither of you care. It doesn't take long at all for him to be naked, with you straddling his hips and his dick so far inside you it feels like you might scream. He holds your hips as you bounce and roll on him. Then, you decide to lean into what happened earlier and grab his face in your hand. You freeze with just about an inch of his cock inside you and ask. 

"When is our anniversary?" You can tell by the look in his eyes that this has him on fire. 

"Today." You slap him across the face and he groans. 

"And what's today?"

"The 16th of June." You slap him again and feel his dick twitch inside you. 

"And are you gonna forget it next year?" You hold his face in your hand again. 

"No ma'am. I'll never forget it." You sink down onto him fully and he moans loudly. 

"Good boy." His eyes roll back when you say it and you can practically feel his orgasm building. "Now, cum for me." 

He grabs your hips and thrusts into you from underneath so hard that you almost fall over, but he's holding you too tight for that to happen. He pounds you relentlessly and you moan with the feeling of it. His thrusts get more erratic and you know his orgasm is close. 

"Fuck! Yes! Baby!" He yells as he finally cums harder than ever before inside you. You feel him pulse as he fills you with his release and then both of you relax into each other, trying to catch your breath. 

"Well that was different." You say quietly. He starts to laugh and before you know it you're both just giggling and holding each other as he begins to soften. 

"Yes it was." He says, chuckling a little still. "I liked it though. Did you?" 

You nod and kiss him gently on the cheek. 

"I did. Your cheek is all red though." 

"Worth it. Hey, will you do me a favor and get my jacket?" You nod and stand up, your legs a little shaky, and walk over to the foyer. When you get back to him, he pulls you back down into his lap sideways. "Look in the pocket." 

You reach into the pocket and pull out a little velvet box and a card. 

"Vince, what is this?" 

"Open it." You do and find a beautiful pair of diamond earrings. 

"Vince!"

"Read the card." You quickly flip it over and read what he has written. 

Of course I didn't forget. I love you, baby. 

You look up at him in shock. 

"Why on earth did you pretend to forget?!"

"I wanted you to punish me. It was fun, wasn't it?" You push his shoulder gently and laugh again. 

"You're impossible."

"Yeahhh, but you love me."

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[hooked-on-elvis]

Elvis and Johnny Cash (1957)

Johnny Cash started out on a tour in California on May 31, 1957, and would have most likely checked into the Beverly-Wilshire Hotel [Los Angeles, CA], later that evening. Cash was booked to play Compton, California, about ten miles south of downtown Los Angeles on Saturday evening, June 1, 1957. Elvis' schedule whilst making the movie Jailhouse Rock was to work Monday to Friday, with the weekends off. The recently discovered color 8mm footage shows Elvis and Johnny Cash together at the Beverly-Wilshire Hotel in Elvis' Presidential suite, with a clock visible displaying a time of 2pm. Elvis is possibly playing an acetate record of his recently recorded number '(You're So Square) Baby I Don't Care', as Elvis demonstrates the dance moves he has rehearsed for that number as seen in the finished movie, which would not be filmed for almost two weeks.

Excerpt: The Making Of Jailhouse Rock (Book: "Movie") by David English and Pål Granlund (2021)

Footage above would be from Saturday, June 1, 1957.

[citizenscreen]

Swept off their feet: Jennifer Holden and Elvis Presley on set of JAILHOUSE ROCK (1957)

[loving-elvis]

My favorite 50s!Elvis photos, part 195 of ∞; Vince Everett My Beloved 💖

[joons]

jailhouse rock is about how the spell that turns you into a monster is broken by performing an act of true love. but true love is not a kiss; it's just refusing to punch somebody back when they are slamming you into the ground. which is such a funny plot beat. but. it's also really good because the two men fighting share their own version of the golden rule with one another: "do unto others what they would do to you ... but do it first." so the idea of not even RETURNING FIRE when someone is hurting you means YOU KNOW following that code NOW would break your spirit, and you know it so well that you can't even put your dukes up. you are afraid of love, but it pours out of you in the form of inaction because you're actually sick of hurting others to make your own pain go away.

^ like, this is not a metaphor, this is a prince who wants to be kissed into being a human being again, but he gets punched into it instead! punched by someone he loves, and he can't bring himself to do it back.

[presleypictures]

Elvis and Judy Tyler for Jailhouse Rock | c. May, 1957.

[letmecrushyourbones]

[ladelinee]

Scene from Jailhouse Rock (1957)

[seredelgi]

Elvis Presley performing in Tupelo, Mississippi (September 27th, 1957)

I’d do anything to watch him go crazy on that stage.

[thingsonvcr]

I don't usually make personal posts here, but I thought I'd share this:

I've been doing cross stitching for about a year now. Initially, I just wanted to find some kind of craft to occupy my time with, and since I'm not very skilled in, well, anything, I thought cross stitching might be a nice, simple thing to try. I started out with easy patterns and have been gradually moving to more varied, challenging things.

Aaaaanyway, all this to say: I made a gift for my Elvis loving friend!

I got to try a new fabric (28 ct Evenweave, using over one stitches, which made the stitching quite small) and a slightly different stitching technique. I also modified the original chart a little (because doing pin stitches on Evenweave was a pain in the ass 😅).

This was a fun project to do, though veeeeery slow going (took me about three months to finish). I do like the end result though, and how well it resembles the original photograph. ❤️

[hooked-on-elvis]

Elvis Presley as Vince Everett in Jailhouse Rock (MGM, 1957) — Dir. Richard Thorpe

[citizenscreen]

Richard Thorpe’s JAILHOUSE ROCK premiered in Memphis, Tennessee on October 17, 1957.

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Elvis Presley – Baby I Don’t Care"

(You're So Square) Baby I Don't Care" is a 1957 song recorded by Elvis Presley and performed in the MGM film Jailhouse Rock. It was written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller for the film. Presley plays electric bass on the song.

[bublinko]

NEW ART IN SHOP:

Elvis Presley black pencil portrait drawing

Available here

[presleypictures]

Elvis and Jennifer Holden for Jailhouse Rock | c. May, 1957.

[theatomicpoweredsinger]

Elvis photographed by Virgil Apger for MGM's "Jailhouse Rock" in June 1957.