#elvis angst

[wanderingelvis]

I can’t get enough of your writing! I love it so much! 💖

Could you maybe do something where one of the Memphis mafia guys girlfriend or something is mean to little reader when they’re alone, but is nice when others are around. Reader doesn’t say anything because she doesn’t want to get anyone in trouble because she’s so sweet but one day it gets too much and she tells Elvis and he gets protective.

Sorry it’s so long I hope you have a nice day! 🎀💝

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You knock softly at Elvis' office door, waiting patiently until Elvis calls you in.

You're Elvis' long term girlfriend and you're just the sweetest little thing. You're so polite and you're as quiet as a mouse, even with Elvis still, you're just naturally very timid.

But Elvis loves you all the more for it. He likes having someone to control, to protect, to use. It's the innocent and timid nature that he adores the most, that he wants to preserve at all costs.

It wasn't too long ago that he'd introduced you to the Little lifestyle, now, you were certainly apprehensive about it, you were just a little bundle of nerves, weren't you? Elvis made sure to take it slowly, but Elvis kept you at Graceland, living under his rules so it was easy for him to help you succumb to the lifestyle when he made the whole environment push you further and further into a smaller headspace.

There were things he put in place that would help you slip.

He would give you warm milk before bed every night.

He bought you toys that would help clear your head and allow you to be Little, such as coloring books, or the most beautiful dolls house that you'd ever seen that you just couldn't resist playing with it as the Memphis Mafia would stand above you and watch as they sipped their beer with Elvis and you played with your toys on the floor.

He instructed anyone that looked after you to treat you as if you were only a little thing, whether it was the cook, one of the Memphis Mafia, their girlfriends or the gardener.

But not everyone had always been that nice to you, including Ramona, Red's girlfriend. She was a relatively new girlfriend, and unbeknownst to you, she was simply dating Red to try to get to Elvis, so she utterly despised you.

She, like all the other girlfriends, had been told about the way in which you were to be treated -- gently and softly, not to treat you like an adult whether you liked it or not.

But she used this to her advantage and would constantly make your life miserable. She'd pinched you, pulled your hair when brushing it, called you all sorts of horrible names, broken a few of your toys and ripped up some of your drawings that you'd made. She didn't try to hide it from you, she knew you wouldn't say anything, she knew you were too timid and shy and that whatever warped lifestyle Elvis had submitted you to, had too much of a hold over you to tell anyone what she was doing.

You were scared of Ramona, and you'd watch from your play area as she'd make Elvis laugh during parties, and you'd chew your lip nervously, realising that you couldn't say anything.

But she was coming over yet again, for a cook-out in the yard with all of the Memphis Mafia and their girlfriends and wives and you could feel the nerves growing in your tummy as you walked into Elvis' office.

Elvis looked up from the paperwork he was working on and offered you a smile, you were just so precious.

"Hey honey, y'okay baby?" Elvis said cooly, getting up from his desk and walking over to you as you stood nervously at the entrance of the office, looking around at his desk, noticing all the work.

"Did I disturb you?" You asked softly, picking at your fingers.

Elvis chuckled softly, "No honey, just finishing up some work s'all. What's on your mind Little One?" Elvis cooed gently, rubbing your shoulders and upper arms.

"Um, um," You say softly and quietly, avoiding the gaze of Elvis. "The party is nearly starting, um..." You say gently, not really being all that sure what you're even trying to say, which Elvis understands.

Elvis nods, he can tell that you're feeling smaller but resisting it. But that's what he's there for, to help you.

"And don't you look pretty huh baby?" Elvis smirks, taking in the pretty pink babydoll dress you have on and the ribbon in your hair that he had laid out for you earlier that the maid, Miriam, had put in for you. You can't help but blush at the comment and begin to chew on your lip. Despite being with Elvis for a couple of years, you're still such a reserved little baby. "How's about you go pick some of them flowers in the garden for the party huh? Y'know the ones you grew with Miriam's help and you were such a good girl, takin' such good care of 'em?" Elvis suggested, referring to your flower bed in the garden.

You'd become such a little green thumb recently, you loved flowers, you thought they were just so pretty, and you loved wildlife and nature. You'd always potter around the garden with the little tools that Elvis had bought you with your little sun hat on, showing Elvis all the pretty flowers you'd carefully planted.

You nod softly. "Flowers..." You repeat softly with a nod, processing the request.

"That sound good, Little One?" Elvis said, gauging your headspace, he can tell you're slipping.

You nod again, quietly listening and responding as the big man that you call Daddy kisses the top of your head. "Good girl, go get some pretty flowers f'me, 'kay?" Elvis said and you nod and set off to the lavish garden to your flower bed.

You love all your flowers so dearly, you're proud of every single one like the good little baby that you are, you make sure you water all of them at the right time, and you giggle softly every time Elvis compliments your hard work when he looks at them with you.

You have lots of flowers and it's a little overwhelming for you to decide which ones might be best to pick, but you're worried that you might pick the wrong ones. You always want to do a good job for your Daddy, he works so hard and he takes such good care of you that you just want to do a good job in return at whatever he asks for you. You absolutely hate the idea of ever being a bother to him.

You chew on your lip nervously as you sit on the grass and look at all your flowers, it's only when a shadow appears above you that you turn around and see Ramona.

You instantly become a little shelf of yourself, quiet as anything and a little fidgety, looking away from her stare and trying to concentrate on your flowers.

"Elvis said you were here pickin' flowers you've grown..." Ramona said, her tone less than friendly which made you feel tense, but you tried as hard as you possibly could to ignore that feeling.

All you can manage is a gentle nod, you're so shy around Ramona, you can't help it, she terrifies you.

"You grew these?" She asked, smoking her cigarette as she stood above you.

All you do is nod yet again but you can't help but think that maybe she likes them, maybe she's impressed and she finally likes something you've done.

"Let me help you pick some then huh?" She says sharply before pulling at all the flowers in the flowerbed, tearing them harshly and breaking their stems, pulling out so many so quickly that you don't know what to do.

"N-No, no, my flowers-" You say, trying to be loud but failing miserably, you just sound so timid and soft and little, but distraught nevertheless.

"Honey, m'just helpin' ya get the weeds out." She laughed, ruining your entire flowerbed before your eyes, the flowerbed you worked so hard on for so long. "Looks much better, dontcha think, Y/N?" She scoffed, trying her cigarette on one of the crushed peonies before walking away.

You can't help but feel tears coming to your eyes, you crawl to the flowerbed, practically getting in it to try and salvage some of the flowers and plants you'd so lovingly grown.

You don't know why she's so mean to you, why she would do this to your pretty flowers, everything from the roses to the tulips completely ruined and muddied.

Tears begin to trickle down your cheeks as you desperately try to fix what Ramona had done, your knees, legs, dress, hands, everything getting muddy and your hands getting cut from thorns as you tearfully try to make all the flowers better but to no avail.

"Oh no? Did the baby fall in her flowerbed huh?" Ramona feigns concern looking at you, getting Reds attention who immediately hollers at Elvis to come outside.

"Baby, hey baby, hey, hey, it's okay..." Red hushes as he reaches you first, crouching down on the grass next to you.

You immediately look to your lap as you sit in the flowerbed, ashamed and embarrassed that you look all tearful and muddy at the big garden party. "Daddy..." You say ever so quietly but enough for Red to hear it.

"Oh honey, Daddy's comin', here is, see? He's coming darlin', easy now, don't want you to get hurt on them thorns anymore baby." Red says gently, as you continue to avoid eye contact.

"What the hell happened?" You can hear your Daddy's voice say to Red as he observes the scene of his little baby girl, surrounded by destroyed flowers and covered in dirt.

"Ramona said she fell in her flowerbed, EP." Red says and you don't dare to correct him, you're far too shy of a baby for that.

Elvis can't really believe what he's seeing, even when you're in a Little headspace, you're never this clumsy - and you're so careful with your flowers all the time, he knows just how much you love them.

"Red, give us some damn space." Elvis muttered, gesturing for Red to return back to the house before Elvis crouched by you. "Baby, what's happened here, princess?" Elvis asked calmly.

"My flowers..." You sniffled, tears falling from your cheeks and hitting your pink dress.

"Did yer take a tumble huh?" Elvis asked gently.

You sniffle but you don't move or say anything and that's instantly a signal to Elvis that something has gone on, but it's clear you're not saying anything now and you're still sat in the flowerbed.

"Okay baby, m'gon getchu outta this flowerbed, 'kay? Just let Daddy take control 'kay? Don't want you makin' no sudden movements or nothin' and getting scratched again baby." Elvis said calmly, before grabbing you from under your arms and easily lifting you out of the flower bed and onto his hip.

You've always been smaller than him, easily pliable and manhandled. You continue to cry weepily, instantly resting your head on his shoulder and cuddling into him closely.

"There we go, that's it baby, s'okay, Daddy's gotchu." Elvis soothed, rocking you in his arms and hushing you. "Let's go put you in the tub and get y'all clean again baby, how's about that?" Elvis said softly kissing your forehead before taking you inside.

The pair of you walk past everyone and you instantly bury your face in Elvis' shoulder, determined not to be seen by anybody and Elvis can't help but find it just damn adorable. But you particularly don't want to see Ramona, you're too shy and too embarrassed to face anyone but your Daddy and even that's a challenge.

Elvis praises every small thing you do once you both reach the master bathroom alone, from letting him take off your dress, to accepting the pacifier that Elvis offered you to help you calm down and soothe you whilst you were in the tub.

"Good girl, you look so sweet with that pacifier, ain't that right honey?" Elvis chuckled, wiping the dirt away from your naked body as he lets you soak in all the bubbles. "Y'know y'being such a good little girl for Daddy huh? Lettin' Daddy wash you and clean you up."

"I messed my dress Daddy." You say softly around your pacifier, feeling bad for ruining the pretty pink dress had arranged for you to wear today.

Elvis clicked his tongue, tsking at you. "Uh-uh baby, it's just a dress sweetheart. Y'not in trouble baby." Elvis assures you, knowing there's something you're not telling him, he can read you like a book, he knows every cue, every emotion every expression of yours.

Once you were all clean, Elvis took you out of the tub and dried you, being careful not to be too harsh on the little cuts and scrapes you had acquired. He let you snuggle in the big kingsize bed that the two of you shared in your fluffy baby dressing gown as he picked out some clothes for you to wear for the rest of the day, settling on a soft cotton cream long sleeve top, a pretty pink tulle skirt and white tights.

You were just the softest and sweetest little baby he could ever dream for. Always so polite, kind and gentle.

"Ready to go back to our guests pretty girl?" Elvis asked gently, gauging your reaction.

"Please, um, please, um," You stumbled on your words, still feeling overwhelmed and nervous, but Elvis never rushes you - never. He always lets you take your time when you're overwhelmed, he knows you'll get there, you just take a little longer than most people. "Please, um, wanna, um, stay with you only Daddy." You said gently. "If that's okay..." You say quietly.

Elvis' expression softens at your vulnerable requests. "Oh darlin', you ain't gon' leave my side, baby." Elvis says gently, picking you up again to take you downstairs.

You're well into your smaller headspace now, and you instinctively pop your fingers into your mouth to chew on anxiously as you rested your head on Elvis' shoulder.

You stayed nestled by Elvis' side throughout the rest of the day, barely speaking, avoiding looking at anyone and becoming noticeably clingier than usual, something Elvis took note of.

Once everyone had finally departed, you were exhausted, you just wanted to sleep and Elvis knew you should've had a nap, you're too little to be up at this time, but he was too concerned about what had happened earlier, it was too out of character.

"Someone's sleepy, huh?" Elvis softly said, stroking your hair as you nestled into his side, your face resting on his chest.

You nodded sweetly, blinking heavily as the weariness took you over, which Elvis knew was his cue to push your limits and take advantage of your sleepy state.

"Baby, you gotta tell me somethin' before you start havin' your sweet dreams, huh Little One?" Elvis said gently, tracing circles into your shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you.

All you could manage was a soft hum. "Okay, I need'ta know what happened with all your lil flowers, baby girl. Daddy knows you ain't that clumsy Dolly, you're such a careful little girl, I know somethin' else happened, and when you tell me, you know you gotta be honest, you know Daddy ain't gon' tolerate any lyin'." Elvis said sternly and you wearily pushed yourself up from resting on your Daddy's body to sit up straight on the couch.

You began to chew on your lip again, puffing it up and rubbed your eyes.

"I'll get in trouble Daddy..." You said softly, looking down at your lap.

Elvis frowned, concerned at what you'd just said. He couldn't imagine a scenario where you'd be in trouble, you're too obedient for that.

"You ain't gettin' in no trouble baby, as long as y'tell Daddy the truth."

There's a long pause, Elvis letting the thick tension add pressure to you before you weakly say, "It's Ramona."

"Ramona? Red's Ramona?" Elvis said with confusion in his tone.

All you do is nod, leading Elvis to probe further. "What about Ramona, huh kid?" Elvis says tenderly.

"She, she, um, she-" You falter but Elvis just listens intently. "She ruined all the flowers, she ripped them Daddy and hurt them... she hurts me Daddy." You confessed, your nerves sky high, your eyes trained firmly on your lap.

Elvis immediately feels anger boil up inside of him. You're the most honest little girl he's ever known, he knows that you wouldn't lie - you can't lie in fact. To hear that someone has been hurting you, well, that just sets something off inside the big, bad man.

You end up telling your Daddy everything as he cradles you like his little baby, reassuring you that you're being such a good little girl for telling him. Reassuring you that Ramona ain't ever going to be near you ever again. Reassuring you that your beloved flowerbed is going to be alright.

"Darlin', you been such a good girl, tellin' Daddy what's been goin' on. You know that baby?" Elvis says, holding your chin so he can look at you and you nod softly. "You gon' tell Daddy if anyone ever hurts my little girl ever again, straight away, y'hear me baby?" Elvis says firmly and you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"Good." Elvis said before kissing your forehead. "Let's get this sleepy baby to her bed, hm? Gon' get your pacifier and your teddy and get y'all soft and sleepy ain't we?" Elvis hushed.

You nodded gently, still just as timid as the day you both first met and Elvis carried you upstairs to your bedroom but you fell asleep in his arms before you even got tucked in by your Daddy, all your worries gone, all thanks to Elvis, who swore to never let anyone touch you ever again.

[jaqueline19997]

you told me yo’ new man don’t make you nut,😬

🗣️that’s a damn shame! 🗣️

🫠😮‍💨you come here i’ll knock yo’ p***y out the damn frame🫠😮‍💨

🫦‘member the last time🫦

🤭i made you miss your damn plane🤭

😏🙂‍↕️‘member that last time😏🙂‍↕️

😩🍾i wet you down with champagne😩🍾

( ME AF WITH E 😫OBVI, all credits to owner, 😚 and guys i lied i love Elvis to much, to stop posting/defending about him 😝🙂‍↔️ anyways, byeee much love)

[ladelinee]

Authors note: I had so much fun writing this that I finished quickly. Maybe I will take longer with the next episode, as the next two weeks are very intense for me 🥲 Enjoy!!

Word count: 3,5K

Warnings: angst, innocent, a bit aggresive E, fluff.

Dontcha’ think It’s time

Part 2 (Part 1 here)

Before you reached the stairs, you could listen already the clinking silverware, lively chatter, and Elvis’s booming laughter. The smell of bacon, toast, and coffee pulled you toward the dining room.

Inside, chairs scraped, voices overlapped, and the Memphis Mafia crowded around the table, plates piled high.

At the center, little Lisa Marie sat in her high chair, happily making a mess spilling cereals.

Lisa spotted you right away. Her face lit up with a big, messy grin.

“You sittin’ by me?” she asked fascinated, her voice slightly muffled by the cereal in her mouth.

“Good morning, Yisa. Of course!” you replied with a warm smile while sliding into the seat next to her.

Lisa giggled, she was excited to enjoy breakfast with you.

Elvis, seated at the head of the table, glanced up. He noticed the interaction, the way Lisa beamed at you, and that put a smile on his face.

Leaning forward slightly, his eyes softened as he said “Mornin’, sugar” his voice smooth and welcoming. “How’d ya sleep?”

You looked over at him, your nerves easing at his kind tone. “Good, thanks. The bed is really comfortable.”

“Well, that’s good to hear” he replied, leaning back in his chair, coffee in hand. “Graceland ain’t that bad, is it?”

“No, it’s really nice” you answered honestly, feeling a bit more at ease.

Elvis nodded, pleased.

Across the table, Joe piped up, breaking the short moment of calm. “Hey, E, the tailor has been waiting for you to confirm a date. Them jumpsuits of yours are about ready to give up.”

“Yeah” Red added, cutting into his pancakes with a grin. “Keep movin’ like you do on stage, and those seams ain’t got a prayer.”

The table roared with laughter as Elvis rolled his eyes, though his grin betrayed his amusement.

“You boys got jokes this mornin’, huh?” he answered back between laughs. “Tell the tailor to come by tomorrow. And careful now, you’re talkin’ to the man who makes sure y’all get breakfast every day.”

Red grinned back. “That’s true, E. But maybe if you laid off the damn bacon those seams wouldn’t be screamin’ for help.”

Elvis shot him a mock glare as the room erupted in laughter again. But before he could retort, Lisa’s little voice piped up, clear as a bell.

“Damn bacon” she let out, nodding as if she agreed with Red.

Everyone laughed at the joke except Elvis, who sighed playfully. He wasn't impressed because Lisa was at that age of repeating everything.

Setting his coffee cup down slowly, Elvis licked his lips, stretched his arms, and cracked his neck like a man about to deliver the final blow. Then, with a smirk so lethal it could knock a man flat, he pointed his fork straight at Red.

“Listen here, I ain’t eatin’ all this bacon for me, man. I’m carb-loadin’ for later… gotta keep my energy up for your mama.”

The guys detonated.

Jerry fell against Charlie, grabbing his chest like he’d been shot. Charlie was howling, pounding the table so hard the syrup bottle tipped over.

Elvis took another bite of bacon, chewed slowly, and winked.

Red threw his hands up. “Man, what the hell, E?! I ain’t even say nothin’ that bad!”

Elvis just shrugged, taking a long sip of coffee. “Well, maybe next time you’ll think twice before talkin’ about me and my jumpsuits. ’Cause trust me, man, ain’t nothin’ burstin’ at the seams but your mama’s breathin’ when I walk through the door.”

“I’m done. I’m done.” Red slammed his napkin on the table.

Elvis grinned, popping another piece of bacon in his mouth. “Yeah, well… your mama ain’t.”

You sat calmly, hands resting on the table, taking it all in. You were watching and listening, completely absorbed. You didn’t understand every jab being thrown, but still. The way he shot back, so quick, so clever… it was something to admire. You fixed your eyes on him, wide with quiet awe, captivated by the effortless way he turned every joke in his favor.

You had no idea what was happening. But one thing was clear: Uncle Elvis was winning.

Elvis looked at you and instantly felt the weight of all his sins.

Red looked between you and Elvis and smirked. “Yeah, E… now you can’t say anything, huh?”

He shot Red a warning glare. “Oh, you dirty son of a…”

After few seconds Elvis swallowed real slow, suddenly feeling about ten degrees hotter. He glanced around: Charlie nudged Jerry. Jerry looked up, saw your sweet little face, and immediately covered his mouth, trying to hold in his laughter. Joe was staring directly at Elvis, mouthing, “Don’t. You. Do. It.”

Elvis cleared his throat, straightened his back, and gave you his most innocent, charming smile.

“Well now, sugar” he started smoothly, looking you dead in the eye. “Let’s just say… your ol’ Uncle does a lotta charity work”

The table lost it.

Joe was laughing quietly, struggling to catch his breath and kicking his legs. Jerry was nearly in tears. Red's face was all red, and he was mumbling something about how the Lord was testing him.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, Jerry added, “E, you’re going straight to hell, man.”

The playful teasing helped you unwind, and soon enough, you were laughing along with the jokes, a sense of belonging settling in.

Noticing you loosening up, Red smirked and leaned toward you. “See? Give it a year, and you’ll be just as wild as the rest of us.”

“Yeah, but for now, take it easy, Red. She’s just a little girl.” Jerry swallowed a piece of toast, smirking.

Hearing Jerry’s words stirred something inside you. Since the atmosphere they created was making you feel comfortable, you decided to bring this up. Excitement began to shine in your eyes as you declared with a smile, “Well, not for long. Uncle Elvis is gonna make me a woman.”

The room fell into an instant, stunned silence. Forks hovered midair, coffee cups stopped halfway to lips, not a single breathing, and wide-eyed glances darted across the table.

Elvis paused mid-sip, his coffee cup still hovering close to his mouth. He froze, staring at the scene blankly. Slowly, he lowered his hand, the cup dangling from his fingers as he looked around to see how everyone was reacting.

Red made the mistake of looking at Elvis, saw the absolute panic on his face, and lost the battle. His chest jerked with a barely contained snort.

Charlie’s face turned toward the ceiling, eyes shut tight, fighting for composure, while Joe shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Elvis like he was waiting for him to say something.

But the real problem, the reason the laughter was strained, the reason no one could quite look Elvis in the eye, was that the idea wasn’t actually impossible.

By experience, they all knew better.

Before Elvis could even pronounce a word, you continued innocently, completely unaware of the tension. “He said he’d teach me about what men like and how to be more confident, so I figured…”

Lisa, completely oblivious, grinned up at you, swinging her legs.

“Darlin’, I told y-“

Elvis didn’t even get to finish before Jerry leaned in, his voice low but urgent. “You might wanna hit the brakes before this train goes completely off the rails.”

In return, Elvis shot him a glare. “You think I don’t know that?”

Turning back to you, he forced a strained smile. “Now, sugar, what I meant was-“

“But you said-“

“I know what I said” Elvis cut in quickly, his voice tightening up with irritation.

Charlie decided to pour gasoline on the fire. “She’s got a point, E. You’re always braggin’ about how you know what women want.”

Elvis’s patience snapped. “Charlie, I swear to God…”

But you weren’t done. “And it makes sense, right? You said you know what men want, and if anyone can make me a woman, it’s you, Uncle Elvis!”

That was the final straw. The room went nuts, their laughter transforming into a strange mix of hiccuping, snorting, and wheezing. It sounded like a bunch of chickens getting spooked and a pack of turkeys doing their gobble thing, creating a total circus.

Elvis, however, didn’t find it funny.

“Alright, that’s enough!” he shouted. He slammed his hand on the table, making everyone jump. His face was bright red, and his eyes blazed with frustration. Every time he tried to speak, someone cut him off. His patience was gone.

The room quieted suddenly, giggles dying out in an instant. Lisa's attention snapped to her father, her eyes wide and glued to his face.

You shrank in your seat, your face red with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean anything bad” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Elvis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know you didn’t, sugar” he said, his voice softer but still firm. “But you can’t…you just can’t say things like that. Not like that. Not here.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you pushed your chair back. “I’m sorry” you said quickly, bolting from the room before anyone could stop you.

No one spoke. No one dared.

Elvis exhaled heavily, dragging a hand down his face. The men exchanged uneasy glances until Jerry finally broke the silence. “Well…that went south fast.”

Elvis shot him a warning look but remained silent.

Red smirked softly “E, this is just a taste of what’s comin’. Wait till Lisa’s her age. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

Elvis glanced at Lisa, who had returned to her cereal as if nothing had happened.

“Lisa” he said tiredly, “finish your breakfast. And behave when you get older, ya hear me?”

Lisa looked up at him, confused but obedient. “Okay, Daddy” she replied, taking another bite.

As soon as breakfast was over, Elvis let out a quiet curse before standing abruptly and leaving the table.

He made his way upstairs, pausing outside your door to knock softly.

“Darlin’? You in there?”

No response. He hesitated, then turned the doorknob.

The room was empty.

Elvis’s stomach sank as he scanned the hallway, his worry mounting.

“Jerry!” he called with sharp voice. “Get everyone. She’s gone.”

You ran down the driveway of Graceland, your feet pounding on the hot pavement. As you neared the end, the city of Memphis sprawled out before you, alive with activity, a sea of unknown but filled with the promise of answers.

You didn’t stop. Not when the air burned your lungs, not when the weight of this morning’s turmoil pressed against your chest. You weaved through pedestrians.

Finally, the library stood before you.

You pushed open the doors, stepping into the cool, hushed space. “If no one’s gonna help me” you muttered under your breath, determination settling in your bones. “I’ll find out myself.”

Some time later, Elvis was behind the wheel of his Cadillac, the engine roaring as it crawled down the streets of Memphis. His knuckles were tight on the steering wheel. Jerry sat in the passenger seat, glancing anxiously between Elvis and the road ahead.

“E, you’ve been drivin’ in circles for an hour”

Elvis ignored him, his sharp blue eyes inspecting the sidewalks. “She couldn’t have gone far” he muttered.

Jerry sighed. “Look, maybe she just needed some air. She’s not gonna do anything crazy.”

“You didn’t see the way she looked when she left that table, Jerry. I snapped at her, and she ran off feelin’ like she’s got no one to talk to. Hell, I wouldn’t stick around after that, either.”

Jerry leaned back, crossing his arms. “She doesn’t know what she’s doin’. She just needs to cool off, and so do you.”

Elvis didn’t answer. He slowed the car as they passed the library, something catching his eye. He squinted at the front doors.

“There” he said suddenly, pulling over to the curb with a screech.

Jerry craned his neck. “You think she’s in there?”

Elvis didn’t reply. He threw the car into park, climbed out, and strode toward the library doors, his pace quick but steady. Jerry hesitated for a moment, then let out a sigh, shoved his hands into his pockets, and leaned against the car, eyes fixed on the library doors.

You were still flipping through books, growing more and more stressed. Your fingers trembled as you picked up another, then another, the words on the pages blurring together in your frustration.

“What’s all this about?”

The deep, familiar voice made you freeze. You looked up to see Elvis standing at the end of the aisle, his hands on his hips, his eyes fixed on you.

You sighed, guilt and relief flooding your face.

Elvis walked closer, crouching down so he was eye level with you. His gaze softened when he saw the pile of books around you, and the frustration written all over your face. “What are you doin’ in here, honey? You had us all worried.”

You glanced down at the book in your hands, fidgeting with the corner of the page. “I just…I thought maybe the library would help. My parents always said books have the answers, but none of these books explain anything about…”

“About what?” Elvis asked gently, his tone calm and patient now.

You hesitated, then blurted out, “About how to be a woman. I thought if no one was gonna help me, I’d figure it out myself. But these books don’t make sense!”

He glanced at the titles around you, understanding dawning on his face. “Sugar,” he said softly, “you don’t need no books for that.”

You looked up at him, your eyes glossy with tears. “Then how am I supposed to learn? I just…I want to understand what I’m supposed to do, what I’m supposed to be.”

Elvis let out a long breath, sitting down on the floor beside you, leaning his back against the bookshelf. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared down at the books scattered around you.

“Listen to me, darlin’” he said finally, his voice low and steady. “There ain’t no book out there that’s gonna tell you how to be a woman. That’s somethin’ you figure out on your own, little by little.”

“But I don’t even know where to start” you said, your voice small.

Elvis reached out, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you look at him. “I’ll help ya, honey, as best as I can. But don’t go running off thinking you’re on your own.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and you sniffled, nodding. “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“I know you didn’t” he said, his voice soft. “And I didn’t mean to snap at you. That’s on me, sugar. M’sorry.”

You nodded again, the tension in your chest starting to ease. Elvis stood, brushing off his pants, and extended a hand to you.

“C’mon” he said with a small smile. “Let’s get you back home. You got the whole house worried about ya.”

The rest of the day, you felt a little more at ease.

For the first time in a long while, you felt supported. Like maybe… you weren’t so alone after all.

Even so, when night fell, sleep wouldn’t come.

You tossed and turned, kicking off the blanket, pulling it back on again, but nothing helped. Your mind wouldn’t settle.

Finally, with a sigh, you pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed. You hesitated at the doorway.

You still felt a little uncomfortable moving around on your own in a house that wasn’t yours. Everything felt too big, too unfamiliar, too grand. But waking someone up? That felt even worse.

So, you forced yourself forward.

Graceland was different at night. The house was silent, dimly lit, wrapped in shadows. The soft white carpet felt cool under your bare feet.

When you reached the kitchen, you traced your fingers along the cabinets, finding the fridge by touch alone. The soft glow illuminated the space as you pulled it open.

Carefully, you poured the milk and warmed it up the way your mother used to.

The moment the warmth hit your fingertips, you sighed, finally feeling something familiar. Something that felt safe.

You were ready to take that first, much-needed sip, and then you realized you weren’t alone.

Leaning against the counter, watching you, stood Elvis. His robe was hanging loosely, and his hair was messy, making him look different.

Finally, he spoke.

“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was low, rough from the lateness of the hour.

You shook your head, “You either?” still gripping your glass.

Elvis let out a quiet huff, lifting the drink in his hand slightly. “I don’t do much of that these days.”

You hesitated, shifting slightly before finally stepping toward the counter, perching on one of the stools. You suddenly felt small in the space, small in his presence.

Elvis’s gaze flickered over you, noticing something, thinking, but keeping it to himself. He took a slow sip of his drink before exhaling through his nose.

“I told you I’d teach you a few tips, and I meant that” he murmured, his voice steady. “But I think you already learned the first lesson on your own.”

You frowned slightly. “What lesson?”

Elvis leaned forward, resting his forearms on the counter.

“You had initiative to do what your heart wanted” he said. “You made a decision for yourself, without anyone tellin’ you what to do.” A small smirk touched his lips. “And… you’re willin’ to change. That’s admirable, sugar.”

A warm feeling curled in your chest.

Elvis wasn’t the kind of man who gave compliments easily, not the ones that mattered.

But just as the moment started to feel too heavy, too serious.

He suddenly leaned back, stretching slightly.

“Ah, and also” he added, pointing at you, “you’re grounded for escapin’.”

You nearly choked on your milk. “What?!”

Elvis smirked, taking another sip of his drink. “Yeah. Sorry, young lady, but I gotta stick to it.”

“You don’t even ground people!”

“I do now” he said, chuckling. “First time for everything.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “This is so unfair.”

Elvis just shook his head, his laughter soft but real.

The moment softened, and for a second, it almost felt normal again.

Then, you studied him a little closer. His face wasn’t guarded like it usually was. He seemed… different.

“You look different at night,” you said out of nowhere, tilting your head.

Elvis raised a brow, smirking slightly. “That so?”

You nodded, taking a sip of your milk. “Yeah. You seem… I don’t know. Less like ‘Elvis Presley’ and more like… just you.”

Elvis exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “Darlin’, I don’t even know what ‘just me’ is anymore.”

You frowned, watching him carefully. “Well… I think you’re the best person I know.”

That made him stop.

His fingers tensed subtly around his glass. His lips parted slightly, as if he was about to speak, but then he hesitated. He had spent years battling to separate the man from the artist, struggling for people to see the difference between who he was and who they expected him to be. But you were too young to understand the weight of that fight, and he wasn’t about to launch into a speech. Instead, he swallowed the thought, keeping it to himself.

You didn’t know why, but you wanted him to believe you. So you continued.

“I…I think you’re kind, and funny, and you make everyone feel safe. And I don’t think people tell you that enough.”

Elvis stared at you, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.

His blue eyes flickered in the dim light, studying your face. Then, before you could think, his hand lifted, fingers grazing along your cheek.

“Appreciate it, darlin’”he said, his smile warm and sincere.

The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a strange feeling through you.

It was warm. It was soft. It made something deep in your stomach flutter in a way you didn’t understand.

You looked up at him, your breath hitching slightly. He was so tall, and his hand seemed enormous compared to your face.

Elvis seemed to realize how you were reacting to what he had just done.

His hand lingered just a second too long, his thumb brushing the corner of your jaw, before he suddenly pulled away like if the surface was burning, clearing his throat.

Elvis shifted, suddenly looking tense, uncomfortable. He ran a hand through his hair, reaching for his drink like he needed something to do.

You swallowed, confused by the strange feeling left behind.

The athmosphere in the kitchen felt heavier now. Different.

Elvis downed the rest of his drink in one go and turned his back to you.

“Alright, honey” he said, voice tighter now, forced into something lighter. “Time for bed.”

You hesitated, still feeling the ghost of his touch on your skin.

But finally, you nodded.

“Okay.”

You slid off the stool, heading for the doorway.

Elvis didn’t turn around.

As you walked back to your room, you weren’t sure what had just happened.

You didn’t know why your heart was beating too fast.

You didn’t know why your skin still felt warm.

And you didn’t know why as soon as the door clicked shut behind you…

Elvis let out a long, sharp breath and muttered under his breath, “Shit.”

Part 3 here!

Tag: @iloveelvisss

[jhoneybees]

Longing

Hi lovelies!! It's late at night againnn lol, wrote a small blurb and I really hope it makes sense??😭😭 Hope you like it!!

Characters: Late 70s!Elvis X reader

Warnings/triggers: Death, missing a loved one, angst, crying, Elvis' declining health

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

Author's note: I was really in my feels, man-

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How could he be gone?

Your beloved husband, the one who you thought wouldn’t ever leave you.

He was immortal, you thought.

He couldn’t leave this life. But now as you sit in the middle of the massive bed, coldness wrapping around your body like a snake squeezing its prey…needing his strong arms to protect you, the realization hits.

Elvis really is gone.

Your voice cracks into a whimper, an ache stabbing into your chest. A pained sob rips out of your throat as you bury your face into your palms.

Your heart wilts in its cage as life around you begins to crash down.

“N-No…no…” Weakly whispering into the still calmness of his bedroom. You shake your head in utter disbelief.

The four walls that hold so many memories being the only thing holding you together by a string.

His health was declining, you knew that but you also thought he would be okay. The way he loved you made you think he was going to be alright because of how his love felt so strong and full of life, telling you all of life's truth.

But God, you were blind.

He was being eaten alive.

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“It’s nothin’, baby. Jus’ a bit tired.” He would reassure you. He just had a long day but truth was banging at the back of your head, screaming the fact that he would be gasping for air sometimes, when you’re not around. Swaying on his heel and toe trying not to faint when he stands.

You were oblivious…oblivious to what tragedy would come your way because he didn’t want to worry you, he didn’t want to have his little love get all panicked about him.

He wanted you to be happy.

Now, you long for that happiness.

You long for him.

You long for him to come back.

[dreamingofep]

Forbidden Love Pt. 7 💔❣️

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Reuniting with Elvis was supposed to be the highlight of your summer, but with unresolved tensions between you two, things aren't what they seem. [Fem!reader]

TW: Cussing, angst, mentions of infertility, Elvis being ~very difficult~😠

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Hi everyone! Posting in Elvis hours again hehe. This chapter is an emotional rollercoaster so be prepared! Forgive me for putting these two through the wringer🫣 I would recommend re-reading the first chapter again because I did leave some clues of what is going to be unveiled... Hope you enjoy! Elvis needs a hug and a slap on the wrist in this chapter🤭

July 5th, 1969

Tonight was another planned dinner and you couldn’t be more excited. This means you get to see Elvis with no other explanation and if you were lucky, you’d sneak away from everyone and kiss him like he’s your only supply of oxygen. Elvis coordinated this whole dinner. After five full days of rehearsing hours on end for his show, he wanted to have a little fun and invite some friends over. You liked how excited Elvis got over things lately. It was such a turn compared to a few weeks ago when he barely liked any company, especially yours. 

John was never thrilled about these dinners. He wouldn’t sit by you and would barely look in your direction so you and Elvis always sat next to each other. You’d joke and glance at each other with longing stares that made you feel aflame. His hand would brush your thigh and you couldn’t help but inch closer to him, longing for him to keep touching you. You loved those secret moments.

It was almost time to leave and you put on some glossy pink lipstick before rushing to get your heels on. You open the door and the phone rings as you’re about to leave the house. You run back in and grab the phone.

“Hello?” You say a bit winded.

“Hi baby when are you coming over?” Elvis asks smoothly. 

“I was just about to leave but here I am on the phone with you,” you tease him.

“Well, I’m glad I caught ya then. I want you to pack some things. I want you to stay the night,” he says matter-of-factly. You almost gasp at his request. He wouldn’t dare make it so obvious that you two were seeing each other. 

“No, absolutely not. Are you insane? We’d get caught and that would be the end of that,” you say shortly.

“No one’s gonna be home tonight. Dianne won’t be here, she’s got a flight later tonight to see some family,” he explains. You grew nervous, it was still too risky. This plan of his was going to blow up in smoke.

“And what about John? You need to deal with him. He expects me to be home with him. I don’t need him to start to grow suspicious of why I hang out at your house so late,” you say annoyed.

“Let me deal with him. Just bring your things, okay?” He says low and hangs up quickly.

You grunt frustrated, you hated that it had to be his way or no way at all. But you also didn’t have it in you to fight with him. You liked him taking the lead and having his way with you. You quickly go back to the bedroom and scour the closet for a duffle bag to pack some things for the night. It was a little nerve-wracking that you’d be there all night but you knew you’d love it. You race back to the front door and put the bag in your trunk, excited for tonight’s adventure. 

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You pulled up to the house and the driveway was already packed with cars. Some of the guys were out there waiting to open the gate for you and you quickly parked the car, rushing to get inside. Walking up to the door, the murmur of voices behind it made you a bit nervous. Elvis better be on his best behavior. There were going to be too many eyes around tonight. You couldn’t get too close to him or disaster could strike.

There were a few people at the entrance of the house and they politely smiled at you and said hello. You do the same but your eyes frantically search for Elvis. You wanted to see him, as bad as it was, you needed to see what he was wearing tonight.

You round the corner and into the living room and you stop dead in your tracks. You found him and he was wearing all black and a blue scarf that made his eyes pop. He forgoes a shirt underneath his jacket and it shows off his tan chest. You loved his fashion choices lately and not wearing anything underneath his jackets with scarves or leaving his shirts unbuttoned scandalously low. He looked absolutely gorgeous and his eyes lit up when he saw you too.

Your smile begins to fade when you realize Dianne is sitting on his lap, wearing a short ruffled skirt and tank top, twirling his scarf around her finger. Your blood boiled, you hated seeing her on him. It was stupid honestly. She was only playing a part and so was Elvis. But this wasn’t a public event, there was no need for a dramatic display of affection from the two of them. You do everything in your power to force the fakest smile you’ve ever given. Elvis probably saw right through it as you stared at him blankly. 

“Hi y/n, it’s nice to see you again,” Jerry says on your right, snapping you out of your jealousy.

“Hi Jerry, always nice to see you,” you say to him and give him a hug. 

John was sitting next to Elvis and goes to hug you. It shocked you a little, he wasn’t the type to give affection so publicly. You smell the faintest scent of alcohol on him. I guess that answers why he’s so affectionate. You hug him anyway because you want Elvis to feel the same jealousy you felt when you looked at Dianne sitting on his lap. You grab John by the face and kiss him. You felt Elvis’ eyes burn into your skin. He hated what you were doing. You loved getting the reaction out of him though.

You pull away from him and act embarrassed, “Oh hi Dianne, so nice to see you again! Hi Elvis,” you say a bit flatly. Dianne quickly gets up and gives you a big hug.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here! I can use a girl’s company! Please sit down,” she says sitting back on Elvis’ lap and having you sit right next to him. There was a small space left on the couch and you squeezed beside him, placing your purse on the side of it and out of the way. His legs were spread open and your leg touched his. You try not to let it get to you but your body says otherwise.

“How have you been y/n? How was your day?” Dianne asks.

“Oh, it was fine. I just worked a shift at the diner and went home for a bit to relax before coming here,” you tell her.

“Oh, how nice. Do you like your job?” She asks as he continues to twirl Elvis’ scarf around her finger and rest her other hand on his bare chest. You tried to let it not distract you but you’re failing. It irked you the way he was letting her touch him. It was ridiculous of you, but it didn’t matter. You hated it and wished you were the one in his lap instead.

“No, not really, but it pays the bills in the meantime,” you joke.

“You’re an actress right?” Jerry butts in. Thank God for that, at least you don’t have to look directly at Dianne anymore.

“Yes, I am. I’m on a bit of a hiatus. Things have been a little tough and I’ve needed to take a break from it. I wasn’t getting as many jobs and it started to affect us,” you say a bit hurt.

You hated admitting that your dream wasn’t panning out the way you wanted it to. You didn’t quit the business, you were just falling on hard times and needed to make some quick money before going back out there. 

“Sorry you’ve had to take a break, you’ll get back on your feet in no time. I’ve seen some of your movies, you’re a natural,” Jerry says sweetly.

“Thanks,” you say sheepishly. It was nice to hear someone saw the potential you had. You look at John briefly and see he has this annoyed expression on his face when he’s listening to you talk about your career. It ticked you off even though you should be used to it by now.

“Maybe you can focus on other things in the meantime,” Dianne says cheerfully, “Maybe you can start a family,” she tells you.

You look at her blankly. You didn’t want to talk about this stuff with her around. She was the last person you wanted to talk about family stuff with.

“Umm, no, I don’t think that’ll be happening,” you try to deflect.

“Oh, why not?” She asks.

“It’s not the right time,” you try to shrug like it doesn’t bother you.

“Well, you never know. Blessings can happen when you least expect it,” she says as she wraps her arms around Elvis’ neck. It took everything in you to shove her off of him and get her to stop asking a million questions.

“Yeah, but we’re good. It’s not the right time to start a family,” you reiterate a bit sharply, hoping she’ll shut up.

“Oh but can you imagine, a little you running around? That would be the cutest,” she says excitedly looking at Elvis, “maybe we can try again?” She says looking at Elvis, leaning in to kiss him.

You felt like screaming at him, both of them for that matter but God that got under your skin and stayed there. Again?! What does she mean again?! You wanted to yell and scream your head off at him if he was actually having his way with both of you at the same time. You clench your fist closed and do everything in your power to swallow your pride and not say anything to him. Yet. He will get an earful from you later, you were going to make sure of that. 

“Well you have fun with that,” you say sarcastically, making sure to not look at Elvis.

“You two really would have the cutest kids!” Dianne continues to ramble.

“Yeah, that's not happening. We’d need a miracle to happen,” John mutters a bit too loudly as he takes a sip of his beer.

You feel every pair of eyes dart to you and you freeze. You stare at John in disbelief that he just said that. He looks at you as though he sees right through you. He looks at you like you’re such a disappointment. You glance at Elvis and see a look of concern. 

“What? What does he mean?” Dianne asks confused. You wanted this night to end right here and now. You were sick and tired of her incessant questions and angry at John’s drunken slip-up.

“It means I can’t have kids. It’ll never be the right time it seems and I can’t do anything about it but move on,” you say sharply and throw daggers at her. She grows quiet and looks away from you.

The room was extremely quiet and you felt everyone’s uncomfortableness as the rest of the house was loud and full of laughter. You tap your leg nervously, hating that the attention is on you and this topic. You debate whether you should just leave the room or pray to God someone changes the topic again. You were hoping Jerry would be that person again but sadly he didn’t get that memo.

“I’m so sorry y/n,” Elvis says softly, almost too low for you to even hear.

You look up at his puppy dog eyes and let your anger get the best of you. Looking at him made you more angry and hearing that he was sorry for you pushed you past your boiling point. You stare at him blankly, fire burning in your eyes as you don’t want to be around him anymore. 

You get up from the couch and try to put on a believable smile like none of this got to you.

“I’m going to grab a drink, does anyone want anything?” You ask cheerfully.

Everyone murmurs no and you see yourself out. Your smile instantly drops when your back faces everyone in the living room. You squeeze your way through the dining room where a lot of people are gathered and go to the kitchen. It's a bit quieter in here and you get to breathe and try to shake off everything that just happened. You hated how this was brought up, it made you feel shitty. You don’t know if Dianne brought this up on purpose or what but you like her even less now. 

You find champagne on the kitchen island and pour yourself a small glass. You sip the bubbly drink and try to calm yourself down before you go back out there. You suddenly feel a hand gently grab your arm and pull you to the side. You look up and see it's Elvis and he keeps walking to a side room off of the kitchen. You shrug out of his grasp and grunt frustrated.

“Elvis?! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You snap.

“I needed to talk to you,” he says.

“It can wait, let's get out there,” you say flatly, trying to push past him. 

He steps in front of the door and locks it.

“No, I’m not letting you out of here until we talk about this,” he says sternly.

“There’s nothing to talk about Elvis, let’s just go,” you grumble. 

“Yes there is,” he says as he pulls you in to hug you, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea,” he says gently. 

As much as you loved it when he held you in his arms, you didn’t want that kind of affection right now. You push away at his chest and feel the tears well in your eyes. 

“Elvis no. I can’t do this with you. I tried to tell you. I did, I tried. But you were too busy for me! That was the moment I realized we weren’t friends anymore. I told whoever answered the phone it was extremely important to talk to you and they said they’d go and get you but you didn’t answer the phone! I waited for hours for you, crying my eyes out hoping you’d talk to me but you didn’t. I needed you. I needed someone to go to and comfort me when I was going through this tough time and I had no one,” you say angrily. 

“God no,” he angrily mutters, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t remember-. When was this? Please help me understand,” he pleads with you. 

“A few years ago. ‘66 I believe. Everything went up in flames that year. I came to the realization I’ll never be able to have a family and things only got worse with me and John. I was losing traction with my career and not getting cast as much. It was all a mess and I had no one to talk to,” you weep turning away from him so he wouldn’t see you cry. 

“I’m sorry honey that’s awful. I wish I could have done something, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking…” he rambles. 

“Nothing. You were thinking about nothing and ignoring me like every other man in my life,” you grumble. 

There’s a heavy silence that fills the room as you can still hear the liveliness of the party going on out there. 

“He isn’t supportive about any of it? Not even empathetic?” Elvis asks gently. 

“No. And I know deep down, he hates me for it. We were having some minor problems before this happened and a naive part of me thought that if I gave him a baby, everything would be alright. But years went on and it never happened. I had to face the reality that something was wrong with me and had to move on. There’s nothing I can do about it,” you say defeated. 

“Honey I-,” he starts to say but you stop him. 

“No! Don’t honey me! You are not innocent here. What the fuck was that about in the living room? Dianne saying you guys should try again?” You say as anger boils through you. 

“Are you messing around with her and me at the same time?! You told me the whole relationship between you two was just a publicity stunt and nothing more,” you seethe. 

He sighs and takes a step back from you, “It’s more complicated than that…” he starts to say. 

“No it’s not!” You yell at him. 

“Shh, please lower your voice,” he growls. 

“No, you don’t get to tell me what to do! Yes or no, are you two screwing around or was she trying to make your little story more believable by saying that.” You snap. 

His face looks distraught and he looks like he can cry too. It was a horrible sight to see. You only wanted to see him happy and full of joy. You can see he’s searching for the right words but hesitates to say any of them. 

“Yes, years ago we did. I was very unhappy with my career and hated everything I was doing. A lot like you, I thought maybe I should get married or have a baby, maybe that would make me happier? But I realized that none of that was going to make me happy and I didn’t like Dianne that way. I would be miserable if I married her,” he explains. 

You felt bad for him too, how unhappy he was like you and had nowhere to go. Things should have been different between you two. If you had talked to each other about all of this, maybe you wouldn’t feel so alone and helpless. 

“But to answer your question, no, I’m not even touching her. I want nothing to do with her like that now,” he pauses and slowly gets closer to you, “I only want you baby, please you have to believe me.” He says sorrowful. 

You don’t respond to him. You were too hurt by all of this and don’t want to be here anymore. 

“We should go out there, they’re waiting on us,” you murmur not looking at his face. He doesn’t budge and pulls you into his arms once more. 

“Baby please look at me. I’m sorry about everything,” he purrs. 

You wanted to forgive him of course, it felt awful to be cross with him but you needed space. You still hold this grudge against him that he hasn’t been there for you when he said he always would be. You push past him and quickly get out of the room and into the kitchen. 

There were so many people around, that your absence wasn’t noticed where you had been for the last few minutes. You head back out to the living room with a drink in your head. You force another fake smile as you stand off to the side as you don’t want to sit by either Dianne or John. Fifteen minutes passed and Elvis still hadn’t joined you. You grew anxious as to what was taking him so long. It’s not like he’d just leave his own house and leave his party.

After an hour or so of dealing with insufferable conversation, it was time for dinner. An extra table was brought in so everyone could sit together. Elvis finally appears from the back of the house with a stark look on his face. As usual, he coordinated it so you had to sit next to him. This was the first night you did not want to be close to him by any means. Everything was ticking you off and everyone’s dumb jokes were annoying you more than anything. 

Elvis picked up on your mood instantly and he was quieter than usual. You could feel him looking at you through the whole dinner but you didn’t look his way once. You picked at your food, not really hungry after everything that has transpired. It was only ten but you wanted to get out of this house. You were no longer in the mood to stay over or be around Elvis at all. The longer you stayed here, the worse this night could get. 

You probably should have listened to your instincts and gotten up right now but you didn’t and disaster was about to strike. 

You tune back into everyone’s conversations and act like you’re interested in what they have to say. Some of the guys were talking about something that happened on a movie set a few years ago and were laughing about it. They brought up some girls they thought were pretty and how they didn’t give them the light of day when they asked them out on a date. 

Elvis would mess with them and tease that no girls were interested in them anyway. It was light-hearted banter and it did take your mind off of the uncomfortable situation you were in earlier. One of the guys turns their attention to you and it surprises you a bit. 

“You’ve worked with Nicole, haven’t you? You know who we’re talking about.”

“Oh yeah, I worked on a movie with her. She was so nice,” you recall the fond memory. 

“She liked you too. She hoped to work with you again. What are you working on now?” He asks. 

You don’t feel threatened by the question and brush it off, it was just an innocent inquiry. 

“Nothing right now. I’m hoping to get back out there soon though,” you say hopefully. 

“You are? SInce when?” John asks a bit annoyed from the other end of the table. You stare darkly at him and try to keep your cool. 

“Yes, I do. I miss being on set and everything. That’s where I was the most happy and had the most fun,” you say looking away from John and addressing anyone else that was listening to the conversation. 

“Oh, you should have been on the set for one of Elvis’ movies. We had some wild times,” one of the guys laughed. A lot more of them laugh, reminiscing about such memories and you giggle too, you can only imagine what kind of trouble they got into on set. 

“Oh I bet you guys have quite the stories,” you chuckle, “that almost happened though. I almost got the role of Elvis’ love interest in one of his movies in ‘66 but the producers went another direction at the last minute. It sucked but whatever,” you try to say nonchalantly.

“That’s right, I remember when Elvis found out you got cast. He freaked out,” he says laughing.

“Would you shut up,” Elvis says quickly, anger lacing his words.

You were confused by all of this. Why would Elvis be so freaked out about you getting cast in a movie? You thought it would be a nice reunion in a way. It was something you always wanted to happen.

“What are you talking about?” You ask, laughing slightly thinking he was just messing with you.

“Yeah, he saw your name on the cast list and called the director right away. You didn’t know? I thought he called you to explain,” He asks you confused. 

“He didn't call me for a whole decade,” you scowl. 

“That’s enough,” Elvis hissed. 

You were baffled at what was going on. None of this made sense. Why would he act like this when he found out you got cast in his movie? Your mind races and starts creating the worst possible scenarios. Did he actually have a hatred for you for whatever reason?

You slowly turn your body to face Elvis, a slow boiling rage is once again beginning to develop inside of you. 

“Why would you call the director about me?” You say sharply, holding your breath as you look at him like you could bite his head off. 

He looks back at you with the same intensity but you don’t waiver. 

“Answer me,” you say through your teeth. 

Everyone gets a bit uncomfortable, not looking directly at either of you.

You watch him swallow sharply, clearly not wanting to speak. 

“I-, I called him to tell him I had concerns..” he says gently. 

“Concerns about what?” You snap. 

“That maybe you weren’t the right fit…” he says timidly. 

You had enough and quickly got up and left the table. The screech of your chair moving back made everyone jump and not look at you in your state of fury. You walk back into the living room to grab your keys and your purse and head for the front door. No one moved an inch and watched you storm out of the house. You didn’t know whether you should scream or cry or do both at the same time. You couldn’t believe Elvis would ever do such a thing. Especially to you. 

You start to walk towards your car and you hear excited screams of a dozen fans waiting outside to see Elvis. A few flashing lights are going off from their cameras but are instantly disappointed that it’s just you. It was going to be hard getting out of here and you get frustrated, you needed to leave and get some space from all of this. You didn’t want to give Elvis any more time to fuck up anything else. 

“Y/n please wait,” you hear Elvis say behind you. You glance over your shoulder and see he’s trying to catch up to you. The backyard gate is on your left and that’s the only place you can go to hide from the screaming fans and everyone else at this party. You quickly open it and walk along the side of the house. Your heels make a loud echo on the concrete as you storm away from Elvis as fast as you can. 

“Y/n please,” Elvis begs and gently grabs your arm to stop you. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You seethe. He looks at you stunned, he’s never seen you so upset. “Why would you do this to me?!” You continue. 

“Honey I- I don’t know. I didn’t know what-, can you just let me explain,” he tells you. You could barely see straight you were so upset. 

“No, you listen to me! Do you know what you did?!” 

“I know it was wrong. I-I-I’m sorry baby I just thought-. The script was absolutely terrible and I was tryin’ to-,” he stammers.

“You were thinking about yourself that’s what was happening! How could you take something like this away from me,” you say as your voice cracks with emotion.

He grunts frustratedly and walks away from you, his hands on his hips with his head fallen down. 

“I was afraid… I couldn’t see you after all those years,” he mutters.

“What?”

He turns around slowly and his blue eyes are filled with tears.

“I knew I was being an awful person. I wasn’t writing you back, I wasn’t answering your phone calls, I didn’t even try to see you in person once I came back from the army, I knew you hated me for it all. And I couldn’t blame you. As time went on, I knew there was nothing that would have excused how I was acting. I panicked and couldn’t see you. I called the director and said I was nervous working with you. I explained there was a certain history we had and I couldn’t shake my nerves. Before I knew it, they had you recast. It wasn’t what I intended to happen. I was just hoping they would push the start date or something. I never wanted you off the movie, I just needed more time to figure out what I’d even say to you,” he admits.

“Why didn’t you say something like that then? Why didn’t you tell them you wanted me in the movie,” you ask.

“I just-, I was still afraid. I thought it was meant to be this way… to keep not seeing you,” he admits.

You sink to your knees and sit on the hard ground. You cover your face in your hands and let your tears fall. You couldn’t believe any of it. How could you be so dumb? All you wanted was to be close to Elvis again but he proved time and time again he didn’t want that.

He was afraid to see you? What did he possibly think when he agreed to hire John. Did he think that he could still ignore you? 

“That one role could have changed my life you know that? If I had on my resume that I worked with Elvis Presley, maybe the tide could have changed for me. Now I’ll never know if that could have been a possibility,” you sob.

“I know… I’m sorry…” he says softly. “And I didn’t know what you were dealing with personally which makes me feel even worse,” he says kneeling in front of you.

You both sit there motionless, not wanting to talk anymore. You felt your heart hurt, you never thought you could feel so broken. Just when you thought things were getting better, it came crashing down. You knew this whole thing was too good to be true. You just didn’t know how messy it would be.

You get up and smooth your dress out. Elvis quickly gets up too, looking at you with concern. 

“I’m sorry baby, please. I was an idiot I didn’t know what I was doing,” he pleads as he gently caresses your face. His touch burns your skin and makes you feel weak. You hate yourself for liking his hands on you so much. You sigh softly and lean against the wall. He presses his forehead against yours and his breathing hitches. You place your hand on his cheek and feel the wet drops of tears cover his face.

“Please, forgive me,” he begs, his voice quivering softly. You stay silent as he tilts your head up to look up at him through wet eyelashes. He places the softest kiss on your lips, making you feel weak. Both of you gasp, needing air over this small kiss. He places another kiss on your lips, this time with a bit more urgency. You squeeze at his arm, trying to fight his magnetic pull. It’s almost useless. His arms pull you closer to him and you both sigh exasperated. You tremble with emotion and he places another passionate kiss on you. 

“I’m sorry baby, please,” he whimpers. 

You feel on fire but the tears pouring down from your eyes are making you feel like you have a fractured soul now. You’ll never be whole again. You struggle for breath and try to get a hold of yourself. You push at his chest and blink through your tears to look at him. You had never seen him cry like this and it breaks you. 

“I can’t see you anymore. Whatever this was, it's done,” you sob.

Fear engulfs his eyes and he shakes his head. 

“No no please baby, don’t go. Stay, we can talk more,” he pleads. 

“There’s nothing else to say,” you whimper. You start to take a few steps away and he gently holds your hand. 

“Don’t leave. Please don’t leave me. I can’t be without you. I don’t know how to get by without you here. I need you,” he begs. Tears stream down your face and you feel like the air got sucked out of your lungs when you hear him confess this. It sounded too good to be true. These were words you always longed to hear coming from his lips. It’s too late though. 

“I have to go,” you sob. 

“Baby no,” he cries, slowly crumbling to his knees in front of you. 

You feel your heart break in two, this was a sight you never wanted to see. It felt awful to say but you needed to walk away. There was nothing else to fix this relationship. 

“Bye E,” you whimper and pull your hand away from his. It felt physically painful. 

You walk back out to the driveway and you see some of the guys waiting to open the gate for you. Putting the keys in the ignition, your radio blares and Elvis’ voice rings from the speakers. It was a song you didn’t recognize. It must have been off of his new album or something. You quickly shut the radio off and want to drive in silence instead. Backing out of the driveway, you see Elvis standing in the middle of it. He looked distraught, like he just witnessed a death. 

In a way, that’s what it felt like. This whole evening was ruined from the moment you walked into the house. Any possibility of what could have been with you and Elvis was washed away by a flood.

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[sergeantelvis]

"I'm Sorry"

SUMMARY: After following Elvis throughout his career and being there for him, he seems to forget what's most important... you.

warning: ANGST, hurt to comfort?, shouting, miscommunication, insecurity.

A/N: This is my first ever post on Tumblr I've been on here a while so I thought why not give a shot at writing, please keep in mind English isn't my first language :)

Pairing: Elvis x reader (can also be Austin elvis!)

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As the sun set over Memphis, the vibrant city whispered tales of heartache and passion. Among the countless souls navigating the streets, a young woman could be found strolling the dimly lit pathways with what seemed to be a small frown perched upon her face.

That woman also happened to be one of the worlds most talked about people in this current moment, yet she felt like she was the only one talking and no one was listening. That woman was who teenage girls could only dream to be, yet she didn't want to be herself in the very moment. Why would she?

Today was supposed to be different she told herself, he would actually remember, she really tried to believe her own husband would be there to support her during one of the biggest achievements of her life, just like she had done for him the last seventeen years. You see she had been there for him through all walks of life, since he was a tiny little blonde haired ray-of-sunshine and when he dyed his hair black and decided to switch up his style, she was there. And he couldn't even show up for one stupid court-case?

God she felt pathetic, she knew he wouldn't come, so why did she think this time it would be any different. But what could she do? She was Mrs Presley, and thats all people would see her as. As she walked along she moonlit streets she became more wary that she had been pushed aside by her husband, she had made a fool of herself letting him walk around with his wedding band off and acting like a single man with women surrounding him. People warned her about marrying Elvis but she would never listen to them because he was her Elvis and no one knew him like she did, and for a while that was true... until it wasn't.

Her beautiful Navy suit had been especially picked out for this trail, hoping that people would see her, hoping that He would see her. Thoughts swirled in her mind as she tried to process why she had let herself go so far as to have to beg for his attention, she was not some groupie he had picked up from his concerts or some teenaged fan that adored his music, she was his wife.

And she had enough.

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The night air clung to her like a heavy shroud as she approached the hallowed gates of Graceland. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the sprawling estate that had once been her sanctuary. But tonight, it felt more like a prison.

The grand entrance of Graceland loomed ahead of her, its ornate ironwork giving way to a long, winding driveway. As she ventured further in her green Beatle, the faint sound of music reached her ears, weaving its way through the evening breeze. Laughter, muffled and distant, hinted at a revelry she was not a part of.

Stepping across the threshold she had first hesitated towards, she entered the foyer. Dimly lit chandeliers bathed the room in a warm, golden glow, casting intricate patterns onto the polished marble floor. The air was thick with the mingling scents of expensive perfume and the anticipation of a vibrant gathering, yet it only deepened her pit of despair that was building inside of her.

Through the open doorways, she glimpsed the living room, ablaze with colour and movement. Lavish gold accented decorations adorned the walls, reflecting the vibrancy of the party within. The room seemed pulse with energy, the laughter and voices of the guests hanging in the air like an invisible veil.

In the midst of the festivities, Elvis stood at the centre, a star among the crowd. His charismatic smile drew people to him, their adoration evident in their eyes, but as her own guys met his, he remained transfixed by the merriment, not even batting an eyelid in her direction.

Her heart sank the steps, becoming slow and weighted with the sorrow she could no longer bear. She carved attention, his understanding of this passing sea of celebration. She appeared to be nothing more than a ghost existing in the peripheral of his attentions.

There, at the centre of the circle of vibrant guested, Elvis, his charm radiating like an Ethereal light. He was locked in at dance of words with a fan Her face flashed with the light basked on his attention. She observed the ease with which he engaged in stranger, his smile more genuine than she had seen in months.

The woman's voice, light and melodious, carrying hints of infatuation as she flirted shamelessly with Elvis. Hello, after accompanied by the soft music in the background seem to melt with the rhythm of his wife's own shattered heart. She could hardly fathom have someone. He didn't even know how to more sway over him, and she is devoted wife.

As she watched her husband, his eyes, twinkling with amusement, she felt an indescribable pain gnaw at her chest. She had dedicated her life to him, bent over backwards to keep their love and life. I need to find herself reduced to an inconsequential presences.

As she leaned against the wall, her tears subsiding, but her pain still palpable. Elvis's eyes flicker towards her. His eyes lingered for a moment before realisation, dawned on him, and with Swift footsteps, he crossed the room to reach her side.

"Hey, baby," He drawled, attempting to dismiss the intensity of the scene, she had just witnessed. His voice infused, with a southern twang still sent shivers down the spine, had once been the balm to her weary soul, but now it only served as a reminder of the golf at grown between.

Her eyes, once filled with love and admiration, now held a mix of sadness and anger. She took a deep breath, collecting the fragments of her resolve, before confront the man she had given her heart to all those years ago.

"You've missed my court case, my own battles and achievements, all while you were caught up in this whirlwind of adoration from strangers," She finally blurted out.

Elvis blinked, his azure eyes mirroring the confusion in his voice. "Satnin? Why didn't you say anything?" He cooed, attempting to soothe her. "You know I've got a lot on my plate."

The word "Satnin" would have once brought a smile to her face, an endearment she cherished, due to Elvis's late mother Gladys who was her second mother growing up in the small area of Tupelo. She shook her head, causing her locks to cascade around her like a waterfall of frustration.

"How can you think we are okay?" She exclaimed, her voice quivering. "

"Elvis, I can't help but feel pushed aside. It's not just about this one encounter; it's about so much more. You've missed my court case, countless family dinners, and it feels like our connection has dwindled to empty conversations. I've been left here, alone, while you bask in the adoration of fans."

Elvis's brow furrowed in confusion as he attempted to grasp the gravity of her words. He had been so immersed in his own world that he failed to recognize the depth of her emotional turmoil. "Satnin, I didn't realize you were feeling this way. I've just been caught up in the whirlwind of fame. Ya know it's not personal, right?"

y/n's frustration simmered beneath her surface, threatening to erupt like a dormant volcano. "How can it not feel personal, Elvis? We used to be each other's entire world. Now, I'm just an accessory on the fringes of your life while you play the role of the adored superstar."

Elvis's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and offense clouding his features. He tried to interject, but her pent-up emotions poured out like a torrential rainstorm, unable to be contained any longer.

"You think this is all about my support? It's not about that, Elvis! It's about feeling invisible, unappreciated, and alone. I've offered my unwavering support, but what have I received in return? Empty promises and missed moments. Is this how our love is supposed to be?"

A flicker of realization darted across Elvis's face, but his natural stubbornness lingered. "Satnin, I've been trying my best, but I can't be in two places at once. This music, these fans, they're a part of me. You knew that when we got married."

Her voice reached a crescendo, her frayed patience snapping under the weight of Elvis's dismissive attitude. "I didn't expect you to choose, Elvis. But I did anticipate that you would make an effort to make me feel like a priority in your life. Instead, I feel like I'm a distant second to the screaming crowds that cheer you on night after night."

Elvis, his patience waning, raised his voice in frustration. "Listen, baby, I have responsibilities, commitments. This is the life I've chosen. Can't you understand that?"

She gritted her teeth, her frustration boiling over. "Understand? I understand that you're using your fame as an excuse to neglect your responsibilities as a husband. You blame me for not understanding, but what about the countless nights I've spent alone, waiting for you? What about the promises you've made and broken?"

Elvis's expression turned defensive, his charm morphing into frustration. "You're being unreasonable, Y/N. I can't be at your beck and call all the time; I have a career to manage."

Y/N's voice trembled with anger. "Unreasonable? You have the audacity to call me unreasonable? All I wanted was a partner, someone who would be there for the important moments, to listen and support me. But you're too wrapped up in your own fame to even notice."

Elvis's obstinacy overshadowed any semblance of understanding. His tone hardened as he lashed out, trying to deflect his own guilt. "Maybe it wouldn't feel so empty if you were more supportive, if you understood the sacrifices I have to make!"

Her patience snapped, her voice resonating with a mix of fury and hurt. "Sacrifices? Where do my sacrifices fit into this equation? I've sacrificed my dreams, my desires, to support you, to be the wife you needed. And all I ask for in return is a fraction of your attention, your time."

Elvis and Y/N stood face to face in their lavish Memphis mansion. The room crackled with tension as their argument escalated, both parties unwilling to back down. Her eyes were brimming with tears, reflecting her hurt and frustration, while Elvis stubbornly refused to see his faults.

"You just don't understand, Y/N! I give you everything, I give you this beautiful home, luxurious cars, and all the fame you could ever want. Why are you so miserable?" Elvis exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

Y/n took a deep breath, trembling with the weight of her emotions. She knew this was her moment to speak her truth and reveal the depth of her pain. "Elvis, material possessions and fame aren't enough for me. I want emotional connection, intimacy, and a partner who truly understands me. But lately, it feels like I'm living in your shadow. You're so consumed with yourself that you've forgotten about our marriage."

Elvis's eyes widened, struck by her heartfelt words. For the first time, he began to truly comprehend the gravity of his actions. "But Baby, I don't mean to neglect you. I love you more than anything. How can I make it right?" His voice wavered, a mix of desperation and regret seeping through his words.

Her gaze softened, her love for Elvis still evident despite the pain she felt. "It's not just about apologies, Elvis. It's about changing your behavior, showing me every day that I matter to you. I can't keep living like this, always feeling secondary to your career."

A mixture of guilt and sadness washed over Elvis as he realized the damage he had caused in their marriage. He reached out, gently cupping Y/Ns face in his hands. "Baby, I never intended to hurt you. I know my words haven't always been kind, but you're the center of my world. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm truly sorry."

The air hung heavy with silence as she contemplated his words. She searched his eyes, seeking a sign of sincerity. Slowly, she nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Elvis, I want to believe that you mean it, but forgiveness doesn't come easy. We need time to heal, to rebuild the trust that has been shattered."

Elvis nodded, his heart sinking as he realized the consequences of his actions. They moved towards the hallway, away from prying eyes, their voices lowering to whispers. "Mama, please don't leave me. I can't imagine my life without you. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

She looked into his eyes, her pain alongside her love for him evident. "Elvis, the road to forgiveness will be long and arduous. I need you to understand that. It will take more than just words to mend what's been broken. We both have work to do."

Elvis took a trembling breath, feeling the weight of his past mistakes. He gently squeezed her hand, a solemn vow crossing his lips. "I promise you, Satnin, I'll do whatever it takes. I'll be a better husband, a better man. Just please, don't give up on us."

As they stood there, enveloped in the intimacy of their private moment, Elvis and Y/N knew that the journey ahead would not be easy. But their love, their shared history, and the desire to rebuild what was lost provided a glimmer of hope. Their path to healing had just begun, one step at a time.

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A/N: I got a bit carried away! But I'm also looking to make more friends in the Tumblr/Elvis community and would love to follow people or have proofreaders :) thank you <33

[vintagepresley]

Pretty Baby

Chapter Four: That's What You Get For Loving Me

Pairing: Elvis Presley x OC Reader

Word Count: 13,854

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Angst, lots and lots of angst, cheating, Linda is kind of a bitch, fluff, physical arguments (no one gets hurt), slightly toxic behavior, talks of porn, rough sex, slapping, dirty talk, use of the word 'whore', fingering, unprotected sex, crazy power dynamics between these two. Just a lot of drama. Typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: Hello besties!! Chapter four is here and it's a DOOZY. I did not mean for it to be this long but here we are as usual. This chapter is going to be a bit wild and has a lot that's going to progress the story further. Side note, I didn’t remember who Jerry was dating around ‘75, so I used Sandy, lol. I hope you all enjoy it! Possible spelling errors!

Pretty Baby series

“And he looked at me, like there was something in me worth looking at.”

Morning had come quickly and Rebecca was turning over onto her side with her eyes half open as she checked the time on the alarm clock that said 9:15. She let out a soft groan and buried her face into the pillow. She just wanted to stay in bed the whole day, she didn’t think she could face Elvis after what happened last night between the two of them and these confusing feelings she had for him. She pulled the blankets over herself just wanting to hide away from the world. As she laid there she could hear some noise outside of her room, it was Elvis. She was surprised he was up so early and she listened as she heard him moving things around in the living room. Elvis had invited everyone up to have breakfast in the suite, he was doing his best to put what happened last night behind him but he couldn’t help but wonder why she was so determined to deny what she felt for him. He just couldn’t understand it. There was a spark between them and he felt it especially last night and was just left feeling sad. But it was only her second day in Vegas and the last thing he wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable and want to go home. He didn’t want to be alone and she made him feel less lonely, so he decided if she didn’t bring it up; he wouldn’t. 

Once Elvis had everything set up for breakfast he hesitantly walked over to Rebecca’s room door and he stood there for a moment and carefully placed his ear against the door to see if she was awake. He couldn’t hear anything and then he knocked lightly. “R-Rebecca? You awake, honey?” he spoke softly. She lifted her head up when she heard his voice and she turned over onto her back and popped her head out of the top of the blankets and she stared at the door. Elvis could hear her moving around in there and he furrowed his brow when he got no answer. She wasn’t sure if she should say anything. But she also didn’t want to say anything. She didn’t want to see him, truthfully. Not now. Elvis let out a soft sigh and he placed his hands on either side of the door frame as his head hung low. “I-I-If you are awake, honey, I’ve invited everyone up for breakfast and they’ll be here soon. I hope you’ll join us..” he said softly. Rebecca just listened and still didn’t say a word and then she heard him eventually walk away and she exhaled softly before she threw the blankets off herself and then she climbed out of the bed and headed into the bathroom. She wasn’t going to be rude and not join everyone for breakfast. She figured with all his friends and their wives there she would feel less uncomfortable if it was just the two of them. 

Elvis sat down on the couch in the living room and he kept staring back at Rebecca’s room door and he was hoping she would join breakfast. He sat there silently playing with the rings on his fingers and he perked up glancing back at her door when he heard the shower suddenly start from inside her room. A small smile formed on his lips, as hurt as he may have felt he just wanted to see her, be near her at any cost. Elvis got up from the couch when he heard a knock at the door figuring that it was everyone and he went to answer it, letting them all in. “Where’s Rebecca?” Joan asked as she and Joe came into the suite. 

“She’s just gettin’ ready. She’ll be out in a bit. I ordered breakfast and all will be up any minute now.” Elvis replied. 

As everyone took a seat at the table Rebecca could hear all the chattering going on outside the door when she got out of the shower and she took a few deep breaths as she got herself ready. Once she had finished brushing her teeth and doing her usual skincare, she only put on her light pink lipstick and a bit of mascara and brushed her hair out. She then opted to wear her tan crochet bell sleeved mini dress that clung to her curves and she paired it with some cute floral print platform clogs. She took one look in the mirror and nodded in approval of her cute outfit and she headed toward the door, taking a deep breath as her hand grasped the doorknob and then after a few more seconds she opened the door and headed out to see everyone had started eating but then suddenly staring at her as she walked out. Elvis stood up out of his chair at the sight of her with a warm smile on his face as he stared at her. She looked beautiful as always and it was obvious he was starstruck by her. Rebecca noticed the way he was looking at her before she looked away from him and cleared her throat as she walked toward the table. 

“Good morning.” she hummed softly. 

Everyone greeted her with a good morning and Elvis stepped over to the chair beside him and pulled it out for her to sit. “Good mornin’, honey.” he said in his deep southern drawl. Rebecca exhaled softly, still trying to avoid eye contact with Elvis as she sat down hesitantly in the chair he pulled out for her. 

“Good morning, Elvis.” she said softly as she soothed out her dress. 

Elvis smiled as he sat back down beside her and everyone continued to dig into their breakfast and Rebecca began to reach for some food to put on her plate. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Elvis staring at her. But she refused to look at him. He reached over to grab the bacon and offered it to her. But she shook her head not saying another word to him. He set the bacon down and now he was starting to notice that she didn’t seem to want to talk to him or look at him. He sighed softly. As breakfast continued on it was obvious to everyone that something was going on between the two of them because she had hardly spoken more than a few words to him even as he was talking to everyone during breakfast and getting everyone to engage. She would just nod and smile at his words, but not share a glance with him. She wasn’t trying to be rude, but after last night she just couldn’t pretend as if everything was okay. She wasn’t okay because she didn’t understand her feelings and had wished she could just turn them off. As she had gotten lost in her thoughts Elvis had reached over to place his hand over hers and holding it as he was talking about what Rebecca thought of the show last night and she snapped out her thoughts and snatched her hand away and looked at him. 

“Can you not?” she mumbled to him.

Elvis leaned toward her with his brow furrowed. 

“What?” he mumbled back. 

“Don’t do that.. Don’t touch me..” she mumbled through her teeth putting on a smile for everyone else at the table. 

“Everyone is here, don’t start, Rebecca.” he whispered in a heavy serious tone as he glanced up to see his friends doing their best to act if they didn't notice what was happening at the end of the table. 

Rebecca scoffed at his words and she stood up from the table and angrily walked away to her room, slamming the door closed. Elvis, embarrassed by her behavior stood up and excused himself for a moment. He went to her room not bothering to knock and just barged in slamming the door behind him and Rebecca was facing away from him and he grabbed a hold of her forearm and turned her around to face him. “What is your goddamn problem?! You hardly said a damn word to me out there! I hold your hand and suddenly I can’t touch you??” Elvis said in an angry whisper. 

“I’m sorry I can’t pretend that everything is okay when it isn’t!” Rebecca shouted not giving a damn if his friends heard as she pulled her arm out of his grip.

“Are you talkin’ about last night?” he asked. 

“What else would I be talking about, Elvis!” she yelled. 

“Keep your goddamn voice down. I don’t understand you, Rebecca. You want us to be friends, that's what I’m doin’ as hard as it is for me!” he said softly. 

“I-I don’t know what I want! I’m confused.. I don’t know how to feel.. I just.. I-I don’t know! I didn’t even want to see you this morning.” she said frantically as she paced around the room. 

Elvis watched her pacing back and forth and he raised an eyebrow as he listened to her talk. He really could not understand her or what she wanted. One minute she wants them to remain friends and the next she doesn’t know how to feel. Elvis approached her and grabbed her to make her stop walking because it was making him nervous and he forced her to face him and they shared a longing look with one another. 

“Just answer this question.. Did you feel what I felt when we kissed?” he whispered. 

She looked away and then pushed him away from her. 

“I told you I don’t know how I feel!” she snapped at him.

Elvis exhaled sharply and now he was getting frustrated. 

“You're in denial and don’t understand why. I know you feel something for me, Rebecca. Why can’t you just fuckin’ say it?? You’re doin’ my damn head in with all these mixed signals!” he shouted. 

“Are you fucking deaf, Elvis?! I told you I don’t know how I feel!!! It’s not my fault you assume I want you.” she screamed. 

Elvis was growing tired of this now and he grabbed her by her arms and roughly pulled her toward him and he shook her in his tight grasp. 

“Goddamn it! What is wrong with you!? Can’t you fuckin’ see I love you! You heard me say I loved you! I know you feel the same for me! Just say it!! Just say it, baby.” he yelled at her as he shook her. 

Now he was scaring her and she was not one to scare easily and as much as she wanted to admit the feelings that she knew she couldn’t deny anymore, she just couldn’t. She was scared. Scared at the thought of loving him; loving anybody. She decided to say the thing she knew would hurt him and break his heart to hear. But she felt it was best just to make him stop wanting her because she was not ready for whatever he wanted them to be. Elvis continued to shake her violently and yelled at her to just tell him she loved him. She began to hit him as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. Now everyone outside the room was growing concerned because of all the commotion and screaming that they weren’t sure if they should intervene. 

“Stop it! Let me go! Stop it, Elvis!! I don’t love you and I could never love you!!!” she screamed with tearful eyes as she pushed him off. She knew those words were a lie. 

As soon as those words left her mouth Elvis stopped and he felt like his world was crashing down around him and he let her go. She rubbed her arms as her tears began to stream down her face, she could see the hurt in his eyes. The last thing she wanted was to ever hurt him because she got to know him so well and knew the loneliness he constantly felt and she was a light in his life that made him feel less lonely. Suddenly it was silent between them and Rebecca now had tears streaming all down her face and Elvis in shock and close to tears himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to be upset now because was filled with anger. 

“You’re a goddamn liar, Rebecca. Y’know somethin’, honey? Out of everyone you’re the last person I expected to hurt me.” he muttered angrily, giving her another look and shaking his head before he stormed out of her bedroom and slammed the door shut. She inhaled shakily as she burst into tears. She never meant to hurt him and now she was scared she may have ruined everything between them. 

As Elvis came back out it was obvious his mood was noticeably different as he plopped back down in his chair and didn’t say a word to anyone. He was so upset he couldn’t even eat and after sitting down at the table with everyone for another minute or so he just got up without saying a word and went to his room slamming the door so hard he could’ve broken it from its hinges. That was everyone’s cue that they needed to leave and they all made their way out quickly. When Elvis was alone in his room that’s when his anger had turned to sadness and now he was in tears as he sat on the edge of his bed trying to comprehend what just happened. He had hoped that she didn’t mean what she said that she could never love him. Hearing those words hurt him the most. What was it about him that she could never love? He knew he hadn’t looked like he once did and that he was much older than her, but she never seemed to mind. Now he had all these anxious thoughts running through his head and feelings of loneliness creeped up inside of him. Why couldn’t she just love me? Why? He thought to himself. 

Rebecca couldn’t stop crying. She had never cried for anyone like this but she was so overwhelmed with all her feelings that consumed her and the hurt she caused Elvis she had no other way to let it all out. She frantically grabbed her cigarettes fumbling through the carton as her hands were trembling and she ended up dropping the carton and her cigarettes all fell out. “Shit!” She cried and she just walked away and sat down on the bed sniffling softly as she continued to cry and now more than ever she needed some sort of guidance or advice and so she picked up the phone and decided to call the two people she knew that would be able to help her, Paul and Abby. She knew it was early in New York but she was hoping one of them would be up. As she dialed the number and held the phone to her ear she tried her best to stop her crying as the line trilled until there was a click and someone had picked up. 

“Hello?” Abby said groggily. 

“Abby? It’s Rebecca.. Did I wake you?” she muttered softly between her quiet cries. 

Abby could sense something was wrong just from the sound of Rebecca’s voice and she sat in bed as she grew concerned. 

“Rebecca, is everything alright? You sound strange.” she asked. 

“N-No.. Something happened with Elvis and I..” she said softly and now she started to cry a bit more. 

Abby sat right up in bed and she was fully awake now. It was unusual for Rebecca to be in such a state that she was crying. So she knew something really bad happened. 

“What happened? Did that asshole hurt you??” Abby said, concerned. 

“Oh god, no, no, no… Nothing like that.. We got into a fight.. I said some things I probably shouldn’t have said. I don’t know what to do..” she said with a sigh. 

“What did you say? What happened? And tell me everything.” Abby asked.

Abby had a feeling Rebecca was leaving something out. She was aware of how close she and Elvis had gotten and she was no fool the times she met Elvis, Abby could see how smitten Elvis was with her and the connection between them. But Rebecca loved to self-sabotage a good thing because of past relationships. 

Rebecca let out a soft sigh and she took a deep breath deciding to catch Abby up on everything that had happened between her and Elvis since coming to Vegas. Abby wasn’t the least bit surprised when she found out Elvis was in love with Rebecca. But she was more surprised at the fact that Rebecca said what she did to him when it was quite obvious she loved him too. 

“Becca, you fool. Why would you do that? That man is in love with you and probably has been since the moment you met. How could you say that to him?” Abby asked, now feeling bad for Elvis. 

“I-I don’t know.. It just came out. I.. I just wanted him to stop. I didn’t mean it.. I didn’t. I..” Rebecca stopped herself as she was on the verge of tears again. 

“As your best friend... Tell me honestly, I mean it. No bullshit here, man. Do you love him?” Abby asked. 

There was a silence that felt like it went on forever between them as Rebecca was hesitant to answer because that meant admitting her true feelings. 

“Rebecca? Hello? Do you love him??” Abby questioned. 

Rebecca wiped the tears from her face and held the phone close as she breathed in and out deeply.

“Yes..” she said faintly into the phone, finally saying it out loud to someone that it felt like a weight lifted off her shoulders. There was another silence and Abby just smiled. 

“Why couldn’t you have told him that?” she asked. 

“I was scared. I’m still scared. Being in love scares me. You know that. But being in love with him? It’s terrifying. I know it sounds silly, but does he love me for me, or does he love me for what-.. Nevermind.” she said softly, forgetting her own friends had no idea what she did for a living. Abby furrowed her brow wondering what she was going to say, but not dwelling on it.

“Has he ever given you a reason to be scared of loving him?” Abby asked. 

“No, of course not. He’s the sweetest and so caring towards me. When I’m around him it’s like I become this different person. A softer person. He just.. I don’t know.. The way he looks at me like there’s something in me worth looking at. He makes me feel good. But I just still have my reservations about him. What could he want with me? Why me? He’s so much older that it just makes me suspicious. But maybe it’s just me trying to find something wrong with him.” she said with a sigh feeling herself begin to calm down. 

“Well, the only way you’ll find out is by giving him a chance to show you. If you just let him.” Abby remarked. 

“I know, I know.. I can’t now. I know he’s upset with me. You didn’t see what he looked like.. The hurt in his eyes. I probably ruined everything. I’m going to give him space and maybe go out just to get some air and think. You know?” Rebecca said, hoping Abby would agree. 

“You do what you think is best. But you should tell him how you feel regardless if it’s ruined or not. You owe him that.” Abby replied letting out a soft yawn. 

“Okay. I’ll let you get back to sleep. Thank you, Abby.” she smiled. 

“Mhm.. That’ll be $100 dollars for my services.” she laughed tiredly. 

“Shut up. I’ll talk to you soon, bye.” Rebecca laughed softly as the both of them hung up. 

Rebecca needed time to decide on what she was going to do and maybe going out for a while and getting some air would help her think. She went to the bathroom to fix herself up and she did her best to reapply her makeup, but her eyes were so bloodshot and puffy from crying that she did what she could. She then grabbed her purse and headed out of her room, seeing that everyone was gone and no one had finished their breakfast, she sighed and looked over at Elvis’ room door wondering what he was doing and thinking at that moment. 

Elvis had closed all the curtains in his room and he climbed into his bed and had made a call for Dr. Nick to come up. He made no plans to leave his bedroom until the show that night. That part of him wished he could cancel, but he knew the Colonel would be furious. So, he hoped that whatever Dr. Nick prescribed to him would help and put him to sleep. Elvis heard the sound of Rebecca’s heels as she walked through the suite and then he heard the front door open and close and he raised an eyebrow wondering where she was going. Now he was worried that she decided to leave Vegas all together. He quickly got up and walked out of his room and went to her room to see that all her things were still there and he let out a sigh of relief seeing she hadn’t left him. Despite him being so angry with her he also still cared deeply for her no matter how she may have felt for him. It was something he couldn’t shake. There was a knock at the door and Elvis knew it was Dr. Nick at last with his medication. He would soon fall into a deep sleep with the pills he prescribed to him. 

Rebecca had decided to venture along the strip of Vegas on her own just needing fresh air and time to think about everything. As she walked she was still so amazed by Vegas even during the day it still seemed so bright and flashy with all the big marquee signs and all the people. She went into a few different gift shops to get a few souvenirs for Abby and Paul and stopped for food since she never did get a chance to eat her breakfast. Rebecca had stayed out for hours, she could’ve gone back to the hotel but she was afraid of going back and facing Elvis even though she knew she had to talk to him. But she decided to just spend as much time as possible out as a way to avoid her problems. Since there was so much to do in Vegas there was no limit to what she could do. 

6:00pm - Elvis’ Suite 

Elvis was just waking up from his long slumber and he felt groggy and tired as he laid in his bed almost forgetting where he was for a moment, he rubbed his hand over his eyes and once his vision cleared he looked at the time and saw it was almost time for the first show and that he had to get ready. He slowly sat up in bed and placed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger and he let out a long exhale as he sat at the edge of the bed before he finally stood himself up. He had wondered if Rebecca had come out because he didn’t hear anything. He walked out of his room to see this morning’s breakfast still on the table and the suite silent. He walked over to her room and knocked on the door and he got no answer. “Rebecca?” he said in a low voice. He knocked again and opened the door this time to see no sign of her and everything as it was the first time he came into her room. Now he was beginning to worry. Where could she be for so long? He walked back to his room and grabbed the phone calling down to Joe’s room and impatiently waited for him to answer as the phone rang. When someone finally picked up it was his wife, Joan. 

“Joanie, it’s Elvis, have you seen Rebecca?” he asked. 

“Uh, no Elvis.. Isn’t she there with you?” she replied. 

“N-No.. She left. All her stuff is still here so I thought maybe she went out with a few of you girls.” he said, trying not to sound worried. 

“Mm, no, I’m sorry I haven’t seen her, Elvis.” she hummed, part of Joan wanted to ask was he okay after what happened this morning, but she knew better to leave it alone. 

“Will ya tell Joe to keep an eye out and ask the guys if they’ve seen her?” he asked. 

“Sure, of course, Elvis.” she said before they hung up. 

Now he was more worried than ever if the girls hadn't seen her. She never been to Vegas so there was no way she could’ve possibly known anyone. He knew she was a grown woman and that she liked to remind him that she was a big girl. But she was a young girl and not that big at all and he was thinking of all the terrible things that could’ve happened to her going out into that wild city. Not only did he have to deal with the nerves of the show, now he had to be worried that something happened to the girl he loved. He went back to his room and freshed himself up before he had to go down and get changed and ready for the show. Jerry, Charlie and Sonny were coming up to meet Elvis to take him down to his dressing room backstage. When he heard the door open he assumed it was Rebecca and he came running out only to see it was the guys and he sighed. 

“Have y’all seen Rebecca? She’s been gone for hours..” he asked. But they all shook their heads assuming she was up in the suite with him. After this morning they didn’t even want to bring her up to him. 

“Maybe she made some friends and she’s out with them? I’m sure she’ll turn up, EP.” Sonny said. 

Elvis sighed and shrugged. “Maybe so.” he mumbled. He couldn’t help but feel worried when he knew he shouldn’t feel anything after how she hurt him this morning, but it was not in his nature to be uncaring especially toward someone he cared so much for no matter what. He couldn’t continue to dwell too much on it because he had a show to get ready for and all he could do was hope she’d turn up and still come to the show despite everything. Elvis grabbed his glasses and headed out of the suite with the guys down to the showroom where they were getting things ready for the show and he went backstage to get his jumpsuit on. 

Meanwhile Rebecca was finally heading back to the hotel she figured she’d still show up to the show tonight even if Elvis may not want her to be there. After watching him perform last night she wouldn’t miss it. Once she got back the place was filling up fast with Elvis fans dying to see him and she made her way through the crowd to the elevator so she could drop off her bags and freshen up a little. She got into the elevator and hoped that Elvis was gone already she wasn’t ready to run into him. She couldn’t take seeing him so angry and hurt again. She got onto the floor of his suite and walked down the hall getting her key out and unlocking the door and heading inside. Everything was still as it was when she left and Elvis’ room door was open and no sign of him and she felt relieved as she headed into her room to set her things down to quickly freshen up for the show. She didn’t have long so she did her best to hurry, she wasn’t even sure if she still had a seat. She just assumed Elvis would want her there. As she came out of the bathroom the phone began to ring in the other room and she went to answer it. The hotel front desk said there was a call on the other line for Candy. She knew it was probably her manager back in New York she had left the hotel she was staying at with him in case there were jobs out in Vegas. Something she had failed to mention to Elvis that she had agreed to do even though he said he’d pay her for work she’d miss. But taking his money didn’t feel right. 

“Yes, that’s me. I’ll take the call.” Rebecca said. 

As the call was put through a man’s voice on the other line came through the phone. 

“Candy? That you?” her manager said. 

“Yes, it’s me. I have to be somewhere so I don’t have long. What’s up?” She replied. 

“I just wanted to let you know there’s a skin flick being filmed out there and they’re looking for a girl. I recommended you to the director. If you want it, it’s yours.” he said. 

“Oh, uh.. Can I think about it and get back to you?” she responded, with everything going on with Elvis she didn’t feel right about going to work and having some guy fuck her. What once made her feel liberated now slightly repulsed her because of her feelings for Elvis. 

“Um, sure, but you’ve got until tomorrow or they’ll find someone else, Candy.” he said. 

“Okay, thank you.” she said before hanging up. She glanced at the time and grabbed her purse quickly headed out of the suite where she bumped right into Jerry.

“Rebecca! Thank goodness. Elvis has been worried sick about you.” Jerry said relieved to see her. 

“H-He has? Why?” she asked, trying to hide the small smile that formed on her lips. 

“Yeah, he wanted me to come and see if you had come back. He had no idea where you were.” Jerry said as the two of them walked down the hall to the elevator. 

“Oh, I just went out to explore Vegas and to think. I didn’t mean to worry him. Please tell him I’m alright.” she smiled. Jerry nodded as they both got onto the elevator and took it downstairs and she followed Jerry to the showroom where he took her to the same seat as last night and he headed back to Elvis. When he got backstage he saw Elvis almost ready to take the stage and Jerry went over to him with a smile. 

“I found your girl, E. She’s out in the showroom in her seat.” Jerry said 

Elvis smiled when he heard Rebecca was okay and that she was at the show tonight. He felt so much better that he almost forgot what happened this morning. He was more than ready to take the stage now. Rebecca looked around to see that there were more people than the night before and as the lights went dim and the music began to play she smiled when she saw Elvis take the stage and the women in the crowd screaming their heads off as she stayed seated in her chair, staring at the godlike figure on the stage. Elvis spotted her in the crowd and the two of them locked eyes and for a moment it seemed like things may be okay between them. Rebecca gave him a little wave and he winked at her before he began the show. 

When the first show came to an end Rebecca didn’t think she’d be able to stay up long enough for the midnight show. It had been a long day and she was tired. Jerry came back over to get her because Elvis wanted to see her. 

“I better not. Tell him I loved the show and I’ll be upstairs in the suite.” she said softly with a smile. 

“Did you want me to walk you up?” Jerry asked. 

“I keep telling you guys, I’m a big girl. But thank you.” Rebecca laughed as she headed out of the showroom and upstairs to Elvis’ suite. She knew he’d be a bit more upset with her since she didn’t go backstage, but she needed to talk with him and she wanted to do so in private and she didn’t want to do it while he was still amped up from his show and preparing for the next. As she waited for him she showered and changed into her pajamas, an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties. She also cleaned up the mess from that morning and fixed the living room up and she plopped down on the couch and turned the television on trying to do anything to keep her from being so anxious about what she was going to tell him. She began to bite nervously her fingernails as her heart was racing waiting for him for those few hours that passed. 

When Elvis finished his second show he was a little disappointed that Rebecca hadn’t come back after the first show, but he understood things weren’t okay between them still. So, instead of lingering backstage to meet some of the people who came to his show he wanted to get upstairs to Rebecca and a few of the guys walked him up and when he came in Rebecca was laying on the couch nearly falling asleep until she heard the door closed and she sat right up swallowing harshly when she seen Elvis. Much like last night he had a towel around him and he was covered in sweat and his hair a mess. She chewed on her bottom lip as she stared at him and he stared back. 

“Hi..” she whispered. 

“Hey.” Elvis responded. 

Things felt so off between them that they acted as if they didn’t know how to talk to each other now. But she knew she had to be the one to start the conversation. She needed to apologize to him. 

“Can we talk, Elvis?” she asked as she turned the television off. 

“I’d like that, honey.” he muttered. 

“Did you want to shower first? I can wait.” she said softly. 

“Nah, I’m okay.” he said as he made his way over to the couch and sat beside her. 

Rebecca turned to face him and she took a deep breath as she stared at him trying to find the words to say to him. 

“I-I’m really sorry about this morning, Elvis. I never meant to hurt you. The last thing I’d want to do is ever hurt you.” she said as she placed a hand over his. 

“Rebecca.. You don’t have-” but she stopped him before he could get another word out. 

“Please.. Just let me say this. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since our fight. I spoke to Abby because I was so upset and she knocked a bit of sense into me.” she exhaled sharply as she took both his hands into hers and Elvis raised an eyebrow as he turned his body to face her more. “I lied to you this morning about what I said about loving you.. I said it to hurt you. But I didn’t mean it. I was just scared and honestly I’m still scared. But it’s not helping you or me to continue to deny what I feel for you.” she said softly as her nervousness took over that her hands began to tremble in his. 

“And what is it that you feel for me?” he asked curiously, grasping her delicate hands in his big strong hands. 

“I..” she paused as she took a deep breath as she squeezed his hands in hers and she looked away as she spoke. “I care about you deeply. I was so scared of that feeling because of what followed the more we spent time together. But.. I-I love you, Elvis. I’m in love with you. I’ve never felt so deeply for someone but there’s just something special about you that just drives me crazy. But I’m scared of this feeling.” she looked up to see him smiling ear to ear. 

“You love me? Really?” he asked as he scooted closer toward her, he didn’t need to hear anymore. He had already forgiven her and just wanted to kiss her and as he went to lean in she leaned back and placed one of her hands over his mouth. 

“Elvis, please, did you hear what I said? Loving you scares me...” she whispered. 

“Why? I’m not goin’ to hurt you. I wouldn’t. I just want to take care of you.” he muttered as he kissed her hands. 

“I-I know, well I think.. But do you really love me or love me because of what I do? Because I’ve had men in the past say they love me when in reality they just loved what I did for work and how cool it made them seem dating a pornstar. But I’m not that person.. That's Candy.” she confessed. 

Elvis slipped his hands out of hers and he cupped her face in his hands and lifted her head to look at him and he shook his head at her. 

“Now you listen to me, honey, I know exactly how you feel not knowin’ if someone loves you for you or who you are or what ya do. But I’m tellin’ ya, I love you for you. I love Rebecca. I don’t like that you do porn.. Honestly, I hope you quit.” he said softly as he stared into those green eyes that drove him wild. 

She reached up to place her hands over his and she smiled as she got teary eyed. 

“You mean that, Elvis? Because I love you for you. The soft and sweet man I’ve gotten to know over the past few months. I didn’t like you or your music to begin with so that should tell you my honest feelings.” she teased, laughing softly. Elvis had joined in on her laughter and he pressed his forehead against hers as they continued to laugh softly. 

“I can always count on ya to be honest, baby.” he chuckled and a small silence fell between them as their eyes met for a brief moment and their noses brushed against one another as their lips grazed upon each other’s before they embraced in a deep kiss. The softness of his lips consumed her and made her feel completely drunk that she wanted more. His hands ran along her body and brought a chill down her spine and she lifted herself up and pressed him back against the couch as she climbed into his lap. The two of them continued to kiss passionately and his hands running along her thighs and tugging her shirt up just a little and she whimpered softly against his lips as her hands ran along his chest and his round belly. Elvis pulled back from the kiss for a moment and tried to catch his breath. 

“I ain’t showered yet, baby.” he mumbled. 

“I don’t care..” she whispered before crashing her lips against his again. They wanted each other more than ever. Their hands squeezing and groping at each other. He made her feel aroused in ways she never had before. He reached beneath her shirt and his hands ran along her panties and he slowly shoved his hand down them and she whimpered against his lips as she felt his fingertips graze along her pubic hair and his fingers slipping between her pussy lips that caused shockwaves throughout her body. She reached down frantically unzipping his jumpsuit. As things were getting hot and heavy between them the phone began to ring. Elvis pulled away looking toward his room. She grabbed his face to make him look at her. “Ignore it, Elvis..” she said breathlessly, kissing along his neck as one of her hands slipped into his jumpsuit. He listened to her running his finger along her clit and getting aroused feeling how wet she was becoming for him and she moaned softly as her hips moved against his hand. The phone stopped ringing for a moment and Rebecca was relieved until it began to ring continuously.  

Elvis pulled away and shook his head. 

“Mm, sorry baby, it could be important.. It’s probably the damn Colonel.” he sighed. Rebecca rolled her eyes and climbed off his lap fixing herself and hoping he wouldn’t be long and Elvis got up fixing his jumpsuit as he went into his room to answer the phone. He was met with a surprise at the end of the line. It was not the Colonel calling. It was Linda and she was furious. Elvis had been making excuses as to why Linda couldn’t come out to Vegas and when she tried to get some answers from the guys and a few of their wives, no one could give her an answer. She figured out there had to be another girl. As she continued to yell at him he quickly shut his door which caught Rebecca’s attention and she raised an eyebrow. 

“Ah hell, would ya calm down? I told you in two weeks you can come out.” he whispered on the phone. 

“You’re hiding something from me, Elvis! I just know it! Why can’t I come out there now? It’s another girl, isn’t it?” she yelled on the other end. 

“I told you, Linda.. I’m just too busy right now. Would ya stop actin’ like a naggin’ ass wife!” he whispered angrily. 

The two of them continued to go back and forth over the phone with Linda getting more upset especially because Elvis hadn’t denied there being another girl. Rebecca began to listen in on his conversation and she furrowed her brow because it did not sound like a conversation with his manager. She got up from the couch and quietly made her way to the door and pressed her ear up against it and she listened to him talking. She could hear someone yelling loudly on the other line. It sounded like a woman and she was hysterical. The way Elvis spoke to her sounded like this was someone he was close to. He was calling her honey and baby, which began to make Rebecca upset. Who was this person? Did he have a girlfriend? When she heard him say there was no else and he loved her that’s when Rebecca’s heart dropped and it felt like a lump was in her throat. She slowly backed away from the door and she didn’t know if she wanted to cry or kill him. She stood at the door silently waiting for him to end his phone call and she could feel her blood boiling as tears filled her eyes. When he finally hung up he let out a soft sigh and the moment he opened the door and saw Rebecca standing there with tears streaming down her face he knew he was in trouble. His heart began to race and it looked like he had seen a ghost. 

“You fucking asshole!” Rebecca screamed and began to hit him. 

“Rebecca, honey, I-I can explain!” he said frantically trying to get her to stop as he grabbed at her hands. 

“Explain what!? That you’ve had someone else this entire time!” she pulled back from him and she walked away from him and he tried to stop her by grabbing her arm.

“Take your fucking hands off of me!!!” she screamed in his face. 

“Baby, please, j-just lemme explain!” he yelled. 

She ran off to her room and slammed the door closed and locked it, crying softly. She felt like such an idiot. 

Elvis pounded his fist against the door.

“Baby, please let me in so that I can explain..” he pleaded. 

“I feel like such a damn fool! I knew it. I knew I should’ve trusted my gut when it came to falling in love with you. You’re a liar and a damn cheat! I don’t want anything to do with you, Elvis!” she yelled through her tears. 

“Rebecca.. Y-You don’t understand, honey. That relationship is over. It's been over for a while. I haven’t been happy with her in a long time and I’ve been tryin’ to leave her. The moment I was fallin’ in love with you, I’ve been tryin’ to end it. You gotta believe me, honey.” he pleaded. 

“How long?” she muttered. 

“What?” he answered. 

“How long have you been with her, Elvis?” she asked, sniffling softly. 

He sighed as his forehead rested against the door. 

“Three years..” he mumbled. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Rebecca blurted out as she began to cry even more. 

“But it’s over! It’s done!” Elvis yelled. 

“It didn’t sound fucking over! I heard you tell her there was no one else and you loved her. So I guess I mean nothing to you?!” she yelled. 

“N-No.. Honey.. I.. It’s.. It’s complicated.” he stuttered. 

“Save it, Elvis. I don’t want to hear anymore of your bullshit.” she snapped, wiping her tears. She grabbed a pair of pants and slipped them on along with her shoes and then she began to gather up her blanket and a pillow and she unlocked and opened the door to see Elvis standing right there and she pushed past him angrily toward the front door. 

“Where are you going?” he asked as he followed behind her. 

“Away from you, asshole.” she sneered. 

She quickly headed out the door slamming it in his face before he could approach and he quickly opened it to see her hurrying down the hallway. She decided to go to Jerry and his fiance’s room, hoping they would let her sleep there until she could get her own room away from Elvis. He watched her disappear down the hall and he sighed and went back into the suite, slamming the door closed. “Fuck!” he yelled. He was so angry that he began to knock and throw things over in a fit of rage before he tired himself out and was nearly out of breath, plopped down onto the couch and put his face in his hands. He didn’t know what he was going to do now. 

Rebecca made her way to Jerry’s room and knocked on the door and Sandy, his fiance, was surprised to see Rebecca but she knew something was wrong because she was in tears. 

“I’m sorry to be bothering you.. But Elvis and I got into another fight and I just needed somewhere to sleep for the night. If that’s okay?” she said, wiping the tears from her face. 

“Oh my gosh, of course. Come inside.” Sandy said sweetly, helping her inside. 

“Thank you.” Rebecca smiled. 

Jerry came out of the bedroom wondering what was going on and then he saw Rebecca was crying and he furrowed his brow. “Is everything alright? What happened?” he asked. 

“She and Elvis got into another fight..” Sandy said, looking at Jerry and without saying much, asking him to give them some privacy. He nodded and headed back into the bedroom. 

“I know it’s none of my business, but did you want to talk about what happened?” Sandy asked. 

“Did you all know?” Rebecca asked without hesitation. 

“Know what, honey?” she said softly. 

“About Elvis’ girlfriend..” she murmured. 

Sandy clenched her jaw and cleared her throat a bit. She didn’t want to lie because they all knew Linda of course. But they were so used to Elvis and the different women he’d bring around they didn’t think much about the relationship with him and Rebecca. But Sandy was soon realizing things were becoming more serious with him and Rebecca from the way breakfast went that morning. 

“Y-Yes.. We did. I’m sorry.. We–” Rebecca put up her hand to interrupt her. 

“It’s fine. It was his responsibility to tell me about her. Not his friends. What’s her name?” she asked. 

“Um.. Linda. Linda Thompson.” Sandy answered.

Rebecca nodded and didn’t say a word as she made herself comfortable on the couch. 

“There’s another bedroom if you’d rather sleep there.” Sandy said. 

“I’m fine on the couch. Thank you.” Rebecca said softly as she laid on the couch. Sandy nodded and began to head back to the bedroom with Jerry who was hoping she’d fill him in on what’s going on. Rebecca laid there for a moment staring up at the ceiling and then she sat up and grabbed the phone, dialing her manager's number. She knew it was late in New York but he kept late hours working in the porn industry so she was bound to catch him awake. She was so upset with Elvis that just to spite him and piss him off she was going to take that job her manager offered. When he finally picked up she didn’t give him a chance to say hello. 

“Harvey, it’s Candy. I’ll take that job.” she said softly and she quickly grabbed a pen and paper to jot down the details of where they were filming and then she hung up and slipped the paper into pants pocket before she laid back down. She didn’t know how she was going to get any sleep. She felt heartbroken that Elvis had been lying to her this entire time and betrayed her trust. She just felt so stupid. She turned over and the more she thought about it the more it brought on the tears that she cried herself to sleep. 

Elvis, all alone in his suite, had finally calmed down and had decided to sleep on the couch in case Rebecca had come back in the middle of the night. But as time went on he soon realized she wasn’t coming back that night. He was so scared of losing her and just wanted to explain everything to her in hopes of understanding his situation. The longer he waited up for her he eventually ended up falling asleep in the most uncomfortable position on the couch and waking up anytime he heard a noise hoping it was her. 

The Next Morning

Rebecca had gotten up early before Sandy and Jerry were awake and she quietly gathered her things and headed out of their room and back up to Elvis’ suite. She had to be at the set early so they could get her fitted for her outfit and to do her makeup. So, she needed to shower and get dressed and she was hoping that lying, cheating bastard as she began to call him in her head was in his room asleep. When she got back to the suite she snuck inside to see him asleep on the couch still in his jumpsuit and she rolled her eyes at him. Just seeing him made her blood boil. She hurried to her room and shut the door which woke Elvis up and he could hear her shuffling around in there and then the shower running. He quickly sat up and stared at her bedroom door. He was hoping she calmed down a little so they could talk this out. He decided just to wait for her to come out because he didn’t want to anger her more than she probably already was with him. 

When she finished showering she brushed teeth and her hair and got dressed, sporting a pair of denim bell bottoms and a crop top. She then packed her little bag with a few things she always brought when she’d be making a film and once she made sure she had everything she headed out the room to see Elvis awake and staring at her and she rolled her eyes making a b-line for the door. Elvis jumped up and ran over to her.

“Leave me alone, Elvis.” she hissed. 

“Where are ya going?” he asked. 

“Work.” she answered, not looking at him.

“W-Work? Where??” he questioned. 

She sighed and turned to face him with her hands on her hips. 

“Yes, work. I’m a pornstar, remember? My manager set me up with a job. They were looking for a girl and I took it.” she said. 

“Don’t fuckin’ do this, Rebecca. I told ya, I didn’t want you doin’ this shit no more. No girl of mine–” Rebecca scoffed, cutting him off. 

“I am not your girl, Elvis! You made that abundantly clear last night! We don’t always get what we want.” she yelled.

Elvis tried to grab her to stop her from opening the door and she snatched her arm away from him. 

“Touch me again and I’ll kill you.” she snapped, swinging the door open and slamming it shut as she stepped out and headed to her destination. 

Elvis was furious and the last thing he was going to do was allow her to make that film. He went and grabbed the phone calling up Joe and practically yelling for him to get the guys up and get their asses to his room. When he hung up he went to his bedroom to shower and get dressed. The guys were already waiting for him in the living room of the suite, confused as to what was going on and what was wrong with him. As soon as Elvis emerged from his bedroom he was dressed in a two tone black and white colored suit with belt sewn into the suit jacket and his glasses on. The guys were more confused than ever because Elvis had made no plans to go anywhere today. 

“Everything alright, EP?” Sonny asked. 

“What was the uh.. the damn name of that guy who invited us to that porn set months ago where we met Rebecca?” Elvis asked. 

The guys looked at one another, none of them remembering what his name was but knew exactly who he was talking about.

“Wasn’t it like Harvey or somethin’?” Charlie chimed in. 

“Do y’all still have that bastard’s number?” Elvis asked. 

Sonny, who didn’t want to admit he kept in touch because he liked a few of the young girls Harvey managed and sometimes had a thing with them. 

“I may have it somewhere, EP. Why? What’s going on?” he asked. 

“He sent Rebecca to do some damn film and I need to know where the hell she is. Just get the goddamn number!” Elvis yelled impatiently. Sonny nodded and headed out and down to his room to look in his little black book and he tore the page out and headed back up to the suite nearly out of breath. 

“Call ‘em up and ask that fucker where he sent Rebecca. But don’t use her real name. She never uses her real name with ‘em.” Elvis said. Sonny didn’t hesitate to call Harvey up, especially seeing Elvis’ mood today. As soon as he called Sonny and Harvey chatted like they were old pals with the amount of times Sonny had spoken to him for his benefits. He began to tell him about Elvis and if he remembered the girl who left with him and Harvey knew right away that it was Candy/Rebecca he was talking about. Sonny lied saying Elvis wanted to know where she was filming because he wanted to see her again and since Harvey liked Elvis and the guys he happily gave them the address. Sonny hung up as soon as they got it. All of the guys headed out to Elvis’ Cadillac where Charlie hopped in the front seat to drive and Jerry sat up in the passenger seat. While Elvis and the rest of the guys sat in the back. Elvis was silent the whole ride, his leg bouncing and shaking as he stared out the window. He was pissed and upset and felt Rebecca was doing this because of last night. He understood she was hurt and upset. But she didn’t have to be spiteful. He was determined to get his girl back at any cost. 

Rebecca had arrived not too long ago and she was getting fitted in her costume for the film. She was wearing just a black and red corset with black stockings and a pair of heels. She finished getting her hair and makeup done and was waiting for her scene where she was supposed to be seducing the guy and then letting him fuck her. She had to admit she didn’t actually want to do this, she felt disgusted by her job now because of her feelings for Elvis and this just feeling wrong to her. But she was angry and hurt. She wanted to hurt him the way he hurt her and this was the way because she knew he hated her doing this. 

Once they arrived at some house Elvis and the guys got out of the car. Charlie and Joe stayed outside while the rest of the men barged in with Elvis who walked in on Rebecca in the middle of her scene of seducing the guy. He clenched his jaw staring at her. The director had yelled cut the moment Elvis walked in and disrupted the scene, but he had not recognized Elvis at first when he began to yell. Rebecca sighed wondering what was going on until she looked up and saw Elvis standing there staring at her with that angry glare of his. She felt like a little girl who got caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. She stood up and backed away from the guy as Elvis continued to stare at her. 

“What the hell, man!? Can’t you see we’re shooting something!” he yelled as he walked toward Elvis, Sonny and Red moving in front of Elvis to stop the guy from coming any closer and he finally realized who it was. “Holy shit.. You’re Elvis Presley!” he beamed. Elvis completely ignored him as the guys kept the director away as Elvis made his way over to Rebecca who was scared of what he was going to do. 

“E-Elvis.. How did you find me?” she said nervously. 

But Elvis didn’t say a word as he grabbed her by the forearm and began to drag her back with him to one of the bedrooms so they could talk. Rebecca began to squirm and try to fight against his strong hold over her. But he was much stronger than her and had a tight grip on her. “Elvis, let me go!” she yelled. The director, confused as to what was going on, tried to stop Elvis but the guys grabbed him to stop him. The entire cast and crew were terrified and confused.

When Elvis and Rebecca got to a room he pushed her inside and shut the door closed, locking it. As soon as Elvis turned to face her she slapped him right across the face. She backed up, afraid of what he might do. But he rubbed a hand over his face and smirked a bit, not saying a word. Then he grabbed her and slammed her up against the wall and he grabbed her face in his right hand and his face got close to hers and she began to squirm and whimper, reaching up to slap him and claw at him. 

“What the hell did I tell ya, Rebecca? No girl of mine is goin’ to be doing this shit! Why do you insist on hurtin’ me, baby? Huh?” he growled. 

“Oh fuck you, Elvis! You’re the one who’s been lying this whole time!” she mumbled out as he gripped her face harder. He slammed his other hand against the wall beside her head. 

“I told you, she means nothing to me. I love you!” he yelled. 

“Bullshit! You don’t love me!” she yelled back and began to hit him again, knocking his glasses off and now he grabbed her arms and slammed them against the wall, pinning them down to make her stop. She swallowed harshly as the two of them breathed heavily fuming in anger at one another as their bodies pressed against one another. She hated that part of her was turned on by this seeing how jealous and pissed he was when he walked in seeing her straddling another man. The possessiveness in him was so animalistic that it aroused her.  

“I do love you! Why can’t you fuckin’ understand that! I love you and only you, Rebecca!” he shouted in her face with his jaw clenched. 

“Then fucking prove it.” she whispered to him, challenging him.

They locked eyes and both filled with so much anger and lust for one another that the only way he knew how to prove his love to her in that moment was what he’d been wanting to do for a long time. There was so much tension in the air between them that it was almost hard to fight against their urges. Rebecca’s gaze fell from his eyes and to his lips and she kissed him hard and deep and distracted him enough that his grip on her arms loosened and she pulled them away and pushed him roughly that he nearly fell back and then he pushed her back and their pushing one another ended up with Elvis grabbing her, turned her around so her back was facing him and pushing her up against the vanity that was in the room and she fell against it knocking things off. When she tried to turn around to face him he stopped her and grabbed her by the throat, his hand grasping around it tight and she let out a soft gasp, becoming even more turned on and he leaned in to whisper into her ear. “The only man who’s gonna be fuckin’ you like a little whore is me.. Do you understand?” he mumbled as he pressed himself up against her ass. 

She captured her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded her head slowly as she stared at him through the mirror of the vanity. 

“Yes, daddy.” she whispered to him as her hands gripped onto the vanity, she could feel her pussy already dripping wet for him just by how forceful he was being with her and the feeling of his already erect cock pressed firmly against her ass. 

He smirked at her calling him daddy. He ran his hands along the corset that hugged around her curves and he wrapped his hands around the back of it and he tightened his grip around the cheap fabric and he tore it off of her and she let out a soft gasp as it fell from her body and his big strong hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and groping them tight as he kissed a few places along her neck slowly. She began to grind her ass slowly against his cock as she continued to watch him from the mirror and she could feel him growing and throbbing for her, a low groan escaping him. She continued to move her ass along the front of his crotch and up toward his belly and she let out a soft giggle when she heard him groan again. He grabbed her arms and forced them behind her back and he slammed her upper body against the cold wood of the vanity causing more items to fall and she hissed softly from how rough he was being. 

“You fucking asshole.” she mumbled under her breath as her face was pressed up against the vanity. 

Her words only caused him to smirk because he knew she was enjoying every minute of this and held her arms back with one hand as he used the other to trace over the fabric of her stockings and her ass, giving it a hard slap and she let out a soft squeal because his rings made the slap hurt even more. “I don’t want to hear another goddamn word from you.” he said angrily through gritted teeth. He gave her ass another hard slap which made her body jolt and then his fingertips traced against her stockings before he made a hole in them and ripped them open and his hand coming in contact with her bare ass she squirmed beneath him. He squeezed and ran his hand down her ass and slipped two of his fingers in between to spread her thighs apart and he raised an eyebrow when he felt her thighs slicked in her own juices. 

“You filthy little thing.. You’re wet for me already, huh?” he smirked. 

She whimpered softly wanting to close her thighs around his hand as it ran up and down in between them playing in her juices before he slid his hand up and his fingers traced along her pubic hair and he licked his lips as his rough fingers landed against her clit and she let out a soft moan. Her thighs slightly closed around his hand and she could feel the coldness of his fingers brush against her thighs as he began to painfully rub slow circles against her lip as he continued to keep her arms pinned against her back with his other hand. She begins to moan louder the more his fingers pressed firmly against her sensitive swollen clit and his hand becoming covered in her sweet nectar. The feeling of his fingers only gave her more pleasure and caused her to become so aroused that she was dripping wet around his hand and slowly beginning to grind against it. 

“Goddamn, baby, this little tight cunt of yours is soaking for me.. Such a good girl..” he mumbled. 

He slid his middle finger down and traced small circles around her entrance teasing his finger in and out of her tight hole and her thighs trembled around him. “Gonna stretch this little hole of yours to my liking and make you remember who you belong to..” he whispered. 

She nodded her head in response as she continued to moan out softly, desperate for him to shove his cock inside of her. He pulled his hand away that was covered in her slick and he admired it and loved the mess she made already, wanting her to make an even bigger mess on his cock. After staring at his hand for another moment he took it and smeared it all over her face and she gasped, desperately licking and tasting herself. He was so turned on he couldn’t fight the urge to fuck her any longer and he let go of her arms to start to unbutton his pants and while he had his guard down, she lifted herself off the vanity, turned to face him and she grabbed a hold of his pants, shoving her hand down them once he hand them undone and she wrapped her hand tight around his cock, squeezing him in her grasp and he grunted loudly. She got close to his face, smirking. “Did you think I was going to let you be in complete control?” she whispered, before she crashed her lips against his and now he could taste her pussy on his lips as they kissed and he pressed up against her as she still had a hold on his cock. She giggled seeing the needy look in his eye as her fingers grazed along the length of his cock. 

She let him go and lifted herself up onto the vanity and brought her legs up, and firmly pressed her heels against the rough wood as she spread her legs apart in front of him, her throbbing, dripping pussy on full display for him and he licked his lips staring at the beautiful sight of her little pussy that was begging to be fucked. She ran a hand down between her thighs and traced her index and middle finger along her pussy and spread her soaking lips apart for him to get a better view of her. His jaw was nearly on the floor as his eyes never left her pussy as he slowly began to remove other parts of his clothing, revealing his upper body to her, she bit her lip as she stared at him at his hairy chest and his round belly, she thought he was the sexiest man she had ever seen. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck me.” she cooed.

He quickly tugged his pants down and as he moved in between her legs she lifted her right leg up and pressed the sole of heel against his bare chest and it pierced his skin, causing him to groan. “Don’t you dare cum inside of me..” she hummed demandingly. He nodded at her words, willing to do whatever she asked like a little puppy the way he wanted her. She smiled and set her foot back down on the table, her legs spread wide apart for him still as he moved in between them and one hand clung onto her thigh and his other hand reaching down to grab his cock and he teased the head of his cock between her soaking lips and the feeling of her pubic hair tickled against his cock as he groaned softly feeling her velvety folds brush against him. Rebecca tilted her head back against the mirror and let out a soft moan. After his little teasing he slowly guided his cock inside of her and he grunted and groaned lowly as he entered her and he stretched her pussy open inch by inch with his cock until he completely bottomed out inside of her. She gasped loudly and shut her eyes tight as she moaned, grabbing onto his big arms. 

“Ah, fuck, baby, you’re so tight..” he mumbled under his breath as he began to thrust his hips roughly inside of her and she whimpered and cried out his name as he forced her pussy to open up around him and take him deep, leaving her no choice to adjust to the size of him. 

“Oh, daddy.. You f-feel so good inside of me..” she said breathless. 

Her hands squeezed around his arms so tight that her nails began to dig into his skin as his hands grabbed her waist and tugged her forward as he began to slam his hips into her, fucking her roughly that the vanity beneath them began to shake and wobble, the mirror slamming up against the wall to the tune of his thrusts, her legs wrapping around him and her heels digging into his sides as she panted heavily and her eyes rolled back as she moaned and whimpered, nearly screaming his name with how his cock hit inside of her, so deep and hard that she could feel him hitting against her cervix and stretching her open that his cock fit like a glove inside of her. He leaned down to kiss along her neck and he was breathing heavily and grunting loudly with each thrust as sweat gathered at his brow and he kissed down to her breasts, his soft lips taking one of her nipples into his mouth and she kept one hand on his arm still and brought the other up to tangle into his hair as their bodies slammed against one another, moaning and breathing heavily in sync with each other. It was so loud that everyone could hear what the two of them were doing. He kissed back up to her neck until he reached her lips and they kissed sloppily and passionately as he lifted her up and began to slam his cock harder inside her, determined to make her remember just who she and her pussy belonged to. “Oh god.. Elvis.. Fuck.. Just like that!” she screamed, pulling at his dark hair. The faster he fucked her the louder the squelching sounds of her pussy became, she was soaking for him that it was making a mess of them. 

The both of them had so much pent up sexual tension that this little game they were playing of power dynamics and the anger they felt toward one another, but also the love was building up into something more and ready to explode at any minute as they continued to fuck each other. The louder she moaned the louder his groans and grunts became, their bodies growing weaker and numb to the pleasure they were giving each other as their orgasms built within in approaching the surface quickly as they continued on until they couldn’t hold on any longer. Rebecca was screaming his name as her orgasm hit like a train that her eyes rolled all the way back and her body went limp as she came all over his cock. He couldn’t hold himself back the moment she did and remembering what she said he grabbed his cock trying to slip it out of her stretched cunt as quick as possible and his warm cum shooting out onto her stomach in thick ropes all over and she watched with delight until he finished and collapsed against her. She slipped her arms around him as the two of them tried to catch their breath as their bodies laid trembling against one another. Her soft whimpers escaped her lips as she buried her face into his hair. 

“Oh, fuck.. Fuck.. That was amazing..” she mumbled. 

All Elvis could do was nod at her words before he pulled himself off her and she sat up, her legs feeling wobbly and her pussy sore from his rough pounding that she slowly climbed off the vanity and she grabbed a few tissues to wipe his cum off her stomach and she kicked off her heels and slipped out of what was left of her stockings. Elvis watched her as he got himself dressed and it was silent between the two of them now with some of the tension gone, but very much present between them. She glanced over to see him staring at her with a smirk. 

“Don’t go getting crazy ideas. I’m still mad at you.” she said softly as she continued to clean herself. 

“Are you? Because it sure didn’t seem that way, baby.” he said with a chuckle. 

“It was just sex. That’s it.” she mumbled. 

“No, it wasn’t. We just made love and you know that it was more than just sex.” he replied.

Elvis furrowed his brow as he watched her shake her head and once he had gotten his clothes back on he walked over to her and pulled her naked body against him, kissing her deep and she couldn’t stop herself from kissing him back. She loved him. She wouldn’t be able to stop loving him. But she was still hurt that he lied to her. She pulled back from him, shaking her head as she looked up at him.

“Elvis.. This doesn’t change anything. You lied to me. You broke any trust I had for you. It’s going to take more than us fucking to fix that.” she said softly. 

Elvis sighed and he knew it was a long shot to hope that the two of them making love would fix everything. He knew he was wrong and that he should’ve been honest with her from the start. “I’m sorry, baby. I-I didn’t mean to.. I want to fix this..” he said. 

A small smile formed on her lips, she nodded slowly. 

“I know you are. I know you want to fix this. But it’s going to take time..” she said as she pulled away from him and grabbed her bag of clothes. “I’ll meet you out there.” she hummed as she headed into the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Elvis let out another sigh as he fixed himself up before heading back out to see everyone staring at him knowing what had just went on in that room. Elvis approached the director that Sonny and Red still had a grip on. 

“Let ‘em go, fellas.” Elvis said, the two men listening and letting the guy go. Elvis got close to him as he slipped his glasses back on. “Find yourself another girl because she quits.” he muttered before pushing past him and toward the front door where he stood to wait for Rebecca. She finished up in the shower and quickly got dressed and grabbed the rest of her things and hurried out of the room, seeing everyone staring at her and she just continued to walk, not making eye contact until she reached Elvis who took her hand and the both of them walked out together with the guys following behind. 

International Hotel

When they got back to the hotel Elvis and Rebecca headed to his suite alone as the guys went their separate ways. It was a quiet walk to his suite as they continued to hold each other’s hand and shared glances with one another. Elvis got his key out as they approached the door and opened it and much to both of their surprise there was a woman sitting on the couch who stood up the moment they walked in. It was Linda. She had flown from Memphis to Vegas because she had enough of Elvis’ lies and secrets and she didn’t trust a word he had said over the phone. She decided to surprise him with a visit just to catch him in his lies and his new girl. Rebecca furrowed her brow wondering who the strange woman was in his suite. 

“L-Linda..” Elvis mumbled. 

Rebecca pulled her hand away from him and looked at him and then Linda and then back at him.

“This is Linda?” she said softly.

“And you must be his new shiny toy.” Linda said snidely. 

Rebecca didn’t like her already as she narrowed her eyes at the woman and now she slipped her arm around Elvis feeling possessive over him. 

“Rebecca is my name.” she said sharply. 

“Right.. Do you mind? I’d like to speak with Elvis alone.” Linda said, looking her up and down. 

“Actually, I do fucking mind. Whatever you have to say to him you can say it in front of me.” Rebecca snapped as she tightened her grasp around Elvis who was too stunned to even speak and now both women were basically fighting over him. 

Linda scoffed and shook her head. Elvis finally cleared his throat and looked over at Rebecca. 

“It’s okay, baby. Just give us a minute, please?” he asked. 

Rebecca rolled her eyes and nodded at his words as she stared over at Linda out of the corner of her eye as she leaned up to press several soft kisses to Elvis’ cheek just to piss her off before she walked off to his bedroom on purpose, closing the door. Linda rolled her eyes in disgust as she turned her attention back to Elvis. As usual Rebecca was listening in on their conversation. 

“So, that’s her? She’s pretty. Super young.” she remarked. 

Elvis sighed. 

“Don’t give me that shit. What are you doin’ here!?” he shouted. 

“I wanted to see her for myself. Now I have and well I hope she’s the one this time.” she said softly. She had no tears left to shed for him after dealing with his infidelity for the past three years. 

“She may be the one. She makes me happy and she challenges me, she’s honest with me. Something no one else seems to be around here.” he replied. 

Linda laughed, nodding. 

“Right.. Sure..” she grabbed her purse and began to head toward the door, grabbing a hold of the doorknob and turning back around toward him for a moment. “I just hope she realizes you only like the beginning of things.” she muttered as her last parting words before she slipped out that door and out of his life forever. 

Elvis sighed and shook his head at whatever hell that meant as he stared at the door for a moment and felt a wave of relief that Linda had ended things between them so he wouldn’t have to. He turned back around to see Rebecca standing in the doorway of his room, looking up at him with those beautiful green eyes, she heard everything and the last thing Linda said really stuck with her. She stared at Elvis as he walked over to her, slipping his arms around her and pulling her into his embrace. She didn’t put her arms around him, she didn’t even move.

“It’s over, baby. It’s officially over. I promise ya” he said softly as he looked down at her. She was staring up at him and she shook her head and pulled away. 

“Elvis, I-I think I’m going to go back to New York tomorrow..” she whispered. 

Elvis furrowed his brow, confused. 

“What? Why?” he asked. 

“I need space from you. I need time to think.. I told you no matter what happens us having sex the two of you finally being over doesn’t change the fact that you still lied to me. What did she mean by you only like the beginning of things? How can I trust you not to do to me what you did to her??” she said as she backed away from him. 

“Ah, baby, don’t listen to her.. She just said that to stir shit up. I would never do that to you. I love you. I only want to be with you. Please don’t go..” 

“I don’t believe you, Elvis. I don’t trust you. I need space... I can’t stay here. So, I’m leaving tomorrow morning. I’m sorry. I want things to work between us because I love you too, but if you mean what you say and want to gain my trust back it’s going to take more than you just saying it or fucking me.” she said as she began to walk away.

Elvis grabbed her hand, pleading for her not to go. 

“Please.. I-I need you, baby.” he said softly as his eyes welled up with tears. Rebecca shook her head and now tears were streaming down her face. 

“Then when you finish your engagement here, you come show me how much you need me and love me. You know where I live..” she said before pulling out of his grasp and going to her bedroom, shutting the door and locking it to keep him out as she gathered her things and began to pack. She could hear Elvis out there pleading for her to not go but she ignored him.

She felt horrible leaving him but she needed to. She needed space to think away from him and she’d hope time away from her would help him think about what he really wanted. She couldn’t get what Linda said out of her head. She knew she probably did say that knowing she was listening just to cause another problem between her and Elvis. But either way, her mind was made up and first thing in the morning she was catching a taxi to the airport and heading back home. 

He only likes the beginning of things…

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Summary: an episode taking place after “Three Way Script”

Warnings: talks of still born children, suggestions of threesomes, consensual infidelity and polyamory

Notes: gosh I’ve been off here so long and yet I’m still clogged with love notes! How’d i get so lucky? This fandom truly is the sweetest, most gushing and loving imaginable and each of you are dear to me and I miss you all. Europe has seemed to swallow me as I’m over for another month I had not anticipated. That’s ok. It’s that’s great in fact but I’m whooped and tired and missing the chance to make believe with y’all. Here’s a little resurgence in that, thanks for your patience and please, please, please keep spamming me all you want in my inbox and dms as I adore it and it helps me feel included even as I’m a little preoccupied with work right now. Xoxo🌹

Cautions: this was written and not edited a bit, wahooo

Anne’s The Name

Ann-Margret was rather used to being ambushed outside her dressing room by the occasional stray autograph seeker, an entitled producer or five anticipating more, or co-stars looking for a drink after shooting to wind down the chemistry of the day.

As of yet, she’d never been met by a wife.

But there she was, Elaine. Never having met her before didn’t afford Ann even a split second of ignorance. She knew who she was. Mrs. Presley was unmistakable, even when playing at being inconspicuous. Leaning against the stage wall in a somehow more provocatively natural stance than even her husband could manage, those long legs freshly tanned against a pink shift skirt and the elegant length of her -she was slimmer than the papers showed her, what with this baby making hiatus- topped off by chocolate curls getting whipped around her like the studio’s wind tunnel was a paid employee. More deadly still was when the opened door attracted her attention and that pretty pearl adorned neck turned to face Ann, that stunner of a face entirely full of curiosity and maybe…mischief?

Ann was too startled to be certain.

Startled by her sudden appearance, startled by the prettiness of her, startled by the lack of venom anywhere to be found on that compelling face, the lips of which were quirking up in a undeniable smirk of teasing enjoyment. She was enjoying Ann’s dumbfounded, half cocked, partway out the door, frozen in place shock. Somehow this was neither the self sacrificing Saint not irate Madonna that Ann anticipated maybe one day being confronted by.

Instead she was being warmly appraised by heavily fringed eyes that glimmered gold in the late day’s sun. Like her merits for lover or playmate were being gauged. Ann wondered if the rumors were true, if Elvis had really taken a lump of clay and fashioned himself a wife in his own image, more identical and fitting than any rib shaped lady could aspire. That sense of danger and intrigue and knowing that had filled her on meeting Elvis came flooding over Ann again, unable to do more than curiously inspect Elaine as she turns towards her.

“Thumper?” Elaine’s voice is as soft and hopeful as it was coming across the telephone receiver weeks ago, “You are Ann, I believe?” she presses when Ann’s manner can’t play catch up with her overwhelming emotions and she remains frozen, halfway out her open door.

“Ela- Mrs. Presley!” she corrects, wincing at the fumble, utterly unsure now that she’s not being met with open hostility.

“I didn’t mean to startle you!” Elaine straightens up from the wall and click clacks over in her heels to stand opposite Ann, just an arms reach removed from each other and Ann thinks of what a pretty scene they’d make if this were scripted, one red and one brown, a flavor for each taste, matching in height and complimentary in build, facing off in a tunnel. “It’s just I managed to give Esposita the slip and E’s gonna be busy with the studio dubbing and I’m no use at all. I thought I’d wrestle up a friend while I was free.” Elaine’s beaming smile dims the longer Ann stalls for time and etiquette, “Or-or if you’re not free, I understand, I at least wanted to say hello. I’m going to be in the city for a little while and didn’t want to be bumping along into you some day without having sought you out.”

Ann wondered if Elvis asked her to come, if Ann and her inventive ways to have sex without having sex wasn’t quite cutting it and he had caved and called the wife. Or if Elaine had heard Ann’s voice over the telephone and gathered from the whole sleepwalking debacle that it was high time to reel him and his affairs in. Or maybe the colonel had seen the papers, Heda Hopper’s column in particular stating that Elvis was taking a shine to his red headed mirror, and sent the wife down for damage control. The only thing is, Ann was sure that the Colonel was thick as thieves with Hedda, much to Elaine’s distress no doubt, and he loved every bit of publicity that Elvis’ wayward eyes could drum up.

Family men didn’t sell, after all. Ann had certainly played her part in his playboy reconstruction with convincing aplomb.

“Sweetie, are you alright?” Elaine’s voice cuts through the fog of Ann’s concerns and suddenly she’s able to find her voice as she starts to tip over,

“No, I-I’m a little dizzy.” Ann admits, just as Elaine’s arms and a wall barely manage to keep her from face planting on the cement.

-I’m a little dizzy and I love your husband and you’re here to distract him and I’m awful aren't I?! but I couldn’t help it, if you love him as much as you say you’ll understand I couldn’t help it, I can’t help loving him-

“Woah, woah, have you eaten?” Elaine asks solicitously as she keeps Ann standing upright against the wall by an iron grip around her waist and under her arm. Anne winces at what she knows is the tacky feel of her sticky underarm pit cradled by Elaine Presley’s perfectly manicured hand. Why did she have to wear a yellow shift dress today of all days? She can feel Elaine’s fingers rubbing at the tassel on the waist, soothing her the same way Elvis does. By touch, gentle in a way that belies the ease with which she holds her upright. The woman is terribly strong for looking so delicate and there’s suddenly a great deal of logic to Elvis’ starry eyed submissiveness regarding his doll faced wife -Elaine is imposing when she gets her hands on you.

Embarrassment floods Ann next, blushing hot and dewy at being caught so weak in front of a woman the world would say she’s wronged. Heat replaces the cold and clammy dizziness of before and she struggles upright against the wall, getting her feet to work for her, stamping the heels a little to get a strong footing. Elaine doesn't budge in her grip on her, still looking concerned and gentle -god, she’s as comfortable with closeness as he is.

“Matter of fact I have neglected eating.” Ann chuckles weakly, puffing at the hair that’s fallen over her forehead and into her eyes, Elaine swipes it away when the directed huff proves ineffective against hairspray laden locks. “It’s been so hot and -and we had a dance scene, kept having to repeat it and -and so many takes. I got a little nauseous from the heat. I forgot to have lunch.”

“You’re probably dehydrated, poor thing.” Elaine tsks, “Makes folks sick and then they don’t want what they actually need. Happens to the kids on the beach all the time, it’s like bargaining with Castro trying to get Jesse out of the ocean to hydrate.” Ann finds herself chuckling at the mental image of this familial anecdote before she realizes she is chuckling at stories about Elvis’ kids. Should she say her condolences for Joe now? Should she even admit she knows as much as she does? “We should get some meat in you. Water, too.” Elaine decides her course for her, “Do you wanna go back in there to rest for a minute?” she points at the dressing room Ann just exited, “Or we can make a dash for my car and find ourselves a bite?”

What either of these options unspokenly state is that Ann will be spending her evening with Elaine, one way or another. If she’s gonna get throttled for being an adulteress she'd rather it be in a drive-in-diner and not some stuffy back-lot dressing room.

“I think I can manage the dash.” she answers agreeably because that’s what Elaine seems to illicit in her -agreeableness.

And as she finds herself tugged by the hand across the mostly empty parking lot, Ann wonders where that ornery streak she’s made her fame on has gone to. Maybe it’s the dehydration that has tuckered her out. Maybe it’s how Elaine acts like she’s her mother in a way that not even her own mother could make so charming.

Elaine is going to get her burgers and water and make her head less fuzzy. It’s been such a while since anyone met her needs so eagerly that Ann finds herself giggling as they race across the wavering hot asphalt, their heels echoing like clopping tattletales and Ann thinks it’s such a lark right as she tips over the convertible caddy’s door into the plush leather passenger seat.

The convertible is pink, because Elvis bought it for his wife and didn’t bother to ask her what her favored color would be, it was just understood that Mrs. Presley would like a pink Cadillac.

Ann is positive that’s how it went, she doesn’t even need to ask Elaine for the story as Elaine cranks the engine up while flipping the visor forward to tip out a pair of cat-eye shades in what strikes Ann as a strangely masculine getsure of proficiency. It makes Ann want to fan herself at the subtext of this woman having hung around Elvis Presley long enough to have picked up his impossibly cool mannerisms by osmosis.

That right there is intimacy. That right there is bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. That’s a wife.

Ann doesn't know what to do with the rush of appreciation she feels towards what ought to be a nemesis as this cool gal who shields her knowing brown eyes behind tortoise rimmed glasses and flicks on the radios right as a crowd of studio workers begins to swamp the strange duo in their flashy ride.

The song choice by the DJ is downright unfortunate. Surrounded as they are by photographing fans and coworkers, there is nothing for them to do after Elaine’s manicured finger flicks the switch and the mournful rockabilly of Runaround Sue blasts as a ironically perfect soundtrack for the missus taking the side chick out for burgers.

Elaine’s gutsy laugh of recognition at the intro wailing “woaaaah woaaaah woaaaah” tells Ann she appreciates the irony just as much but the woman just waves at the crowd and revs the motor in a fake threat of running over a few studio heartthrobs who are draped over her caddy front trying to get a closer shot.

“If I change it now they’ll read into it more.” Elaine remarks to Ann out the side of her unwavering smile and Ann thinks that’s a talent she wants to learn, damned useful looking like you’re grinning while making conversation.

-‘ask any man that she ever knew, he’ll say keep away from a runaround sue, oh yeah, woaaaaaah”-

Elaine’s french tipped fingers thump out a corresponding rhythm on the pink lacquered steering wheel while surveying the mess of attraction they’ve brought down on themselves in the sweltering parking lot before playfully reaching for the wipers and flicking on the spray with bemused cruelty.

It’s strangely attractive, this distanced bemusement of hers and it fills Ann with notions of thanking Elaine for being a little nasty, something she never felt before for another soul. Suddenly those idiots who degrade themselves and get off in it make a little more sense as she watches the young bucks scramble off of Elaine’s shiny hood with soaked shirts and tented trousers.

“Sorry fellas, y’all were lookin’ overheated.” Elaine quips before the rest of the verbal sparring gets lost in the revv of the engine and they’re peeling out of the studio lot in a move that even Elvis would have found satisfyingly risky.

As it is, Ann lays her burning head back on the white leather seat and enjoys the feeling of the wind whipping her hair off her forehead as Elaine speeds them down Las Vegas roads that don’t tolerate a 75 mile an hour pace most times.

-“well I shoulda known it from the very start, that girl would leave me with a broken heart-“

The strip is truly lovely in the daylight and there’s a charm to it when viewed in the blur of a fast car and the veil of chocolate curls whipping around red painted lips.

“Was- that- did- did Robert Redford just wave you through his red light?” Ann splutters in disbelief at a lightning fast interaction at a four way stop that has Elaine’s head swiveling dangerously and a shark-like grin taking over her face.

“I think he did.” she replies with a guilty giggle and Ann wonders when the last time this woman got to be naughty without it being smothered right out of her the next second by a unfathomably possessive husband.

“A real good looking fella in the bright of day.” she ventures.

“He’s very blonde.” Elaine rejoins and Ann can’t help but laugh at that, at her partiality for dark haired men.

“Yes of course, you like yours so black they’re nearly blue.”

Elaine manages to swivel into their parking space in the drive-in diner with easy grace, the same sorta slide and swivel Ann imagines she’d use to scoot her body into a restaurant booth. “You’re forgetting who applies his hair dye.” she says with faux gravity that has Ann faltering for a moment until she sees her smirking, “And Jack’s not darkening up despite everyone’s predictions. I’m only saying that Redford is -“ Elaine doesn’t finish, she just shrugs and pulls the gear to park.

Noticing a star’s ride at first glance, an eager young waitress in her short skirt and rollerblades flys over and Elaine handles her and the order of five cheeseburgers and as many shakes with the same cooing authority she handled Ann with against the wall.

It sends Ann back to fidgeting, even more so when the girl takes off to plug in the order and Elaine turns the full weight of those perfectly lined eyes back at her and flicks up her sun glasses into her hair to study her closer. It lasts long enough that a blush burns Ann’s face and Elaine herself wonders if Elvis enjoys this girl’s charming unawareness of her own appeal.

Seemingly satisfied with her inspection for now, Elaine turns back in her seat and tilts the rear view mirror downwards to inspect the damage the wind did to her curls and upon catching sight of her face mutters,

“That man…” in a resigned drawl while dabbing away at a smudge of red lipstick out of her lip lines that could’ve only come about by a rather impassioned smooch. Ann figures Redford is not the man in question this time.

It makes Ann feel funny, the thought of having woken up in Elvis’ bed this morning and between then and seeing him again he’s already necked his wife. Necked her thoroughly by the looks of that finger fluffed hair. Anne recalls reading an article in the Whisper about Elaine’s perpetual state of tousled hair and bitten lips, a constant innuendo to what happens to the woman the minute the curtain drops on her picture perfect, wholesome and southern, utterly above reproach little family life. Elaine gets mauled by Elvis Presley, that’s what happens. Elvis who can play the gentleman all he wants during the mating dance but in the act itself promises nothing less than a full, thorough, beastly claiming of his woman.

“Wanna go in?” His wife is asking and it shouldn’t jar Ann as much as it does but she’s so lost in her head that it spooks her all the same and she ends up nodding mindlessly, trying to think about optics and failing to see how this could be anything but tragic for herself. “Alright but use the door handle this time, it’s got one.” Elaine snarks with a pretty little snarl of those red lips and Ann bashfully opens the caddy door properly this time instead of spilling over the side like a tomboy.

She’s still learning how to be what Hollywood wants her to be. Shedding her wholesome girl next door image for a sex kitten verve that hasn’t been entirely unnatural. But it takes a bit of balance as even sex kittens need some glamor, some poise and grace, even as they’re promisingly feral. It’s like tousled curls that hint at obscene amounts of public fuckery without being remotely indecent in itself. She watches Elaine swing open the diner door and wait with charming annoyance at Ann’s preoccupied dawdling. Being billed the “female Elvis” brought about the challenge of having to figure out what Elvis’ appeal even consisted of.

Getting to know the man…intimately…hadn’t made that any clearer. There was a mystique about him that she feared her own shy and frank nature could never manage to do more than a cheap imitation of. Now she was beginning to fear half of his appeal was the promise of his capability that was shown in Elaine Presley’s every move and smirk.

Asking his exquisitely poised and deliciously no-nonsense wife about it didn’t seem a smart move. Recovering from tripping over the curb like an awkward preteen, Ann ducks her head appreciatively for Elaine still holding the damn door open and slips inside the checkered diner.

It was teeth chattering cold in the leather booths after the heat of the ride and both Ann and Elaine found themselves shrinking from settling back into their seats, leaned forward instead with elbows on the table in a cozy pose but no topic of conversation to break the ice as they hovered in such close proximity.

“I thought this would be easier.” Elaine finally let out with a little huff and Ann couldn’t be sure if she was annoyed at her or the situation. “I thought we'd have a lot to talk about.” she explained with a hint of sadness that bewilders Ann. In response to her nonplussed face Elaine went on, “Why, you know…about…lord, our interests! Which as I hear of it consist of many of mine, motorcycles and dancing, my husband of course, and thumb sucking -to name a few.”

Ann inhaled her shake at the mention of that particular sex act, utterly unmoored at the notion he’d told his wife the actual detail. The fact the wife would tell it back.

Elaine was smiling at her coughing fit.

“He’s got such pretty fingers.” she commiserates without pausing in the assault as Ann wheezes

in a vanilla tinged breath, “It’s ingenious really, he said it worked a little too well.”

It had, that’s true, though Ann had never expected Elvis to leave her flat and call his wife up and tell her about how his young costar had cajoled him into rubbing himself to completion as she sucked his thumb in a pantomime of both fallatio and abstinence. Ann had never felt so filthy as she had when she’d watched a married man spew over his knuckles as he hooked his other thumb into her cheek at the same time, leaving her with a knowing smile, happy to keep her revved up and hungry for him for days after until he finally caved and-

“Makes me wanna try it.” Elaine’s voice cuts through the fog and Ann is faced yet again with the fact that this woman seems to wanna chat about her husband's technical infidelity like two girls at a sleepover. She’s still waiting for the seething possessiveness and or vicious cutting down to size.

“Thank you for the flowers, that was -that was much too kind.” Ann gets it out, burdened in a way she hadn’t been before the bizarre need to be liked by Elaine Presley had taken root.

“Thanks for being good to him.” Elaine replies without missing a beat but in so low and earnest a tone it seems to warm the entire diner and the leather feels cozy.

“I’m so sorry about Joe.” Ann blurts with hoarse earnestness because the grief of it is choking her as she watches this woman dazzle and smile her way through a cataclysmic tragedy, the size of which has Elvis Presley himself trying to sleep walk to his death to end the pain of it.

An emotion, something very cold initially and then frighteningly intense, almost a little ugly in its horrifying struggle flits across, then threatens to crumple, Elaine’s poised features and Ann suddenly wishes her tongue had been cut out, she oughta be locked up and never let out in polite society again. She watches helplessly as Elaine’s mouth firms into a hard line even as her eyes grow wide and wild and begin glittering madly with what Ann realizes, almost too late, are unshed tears -and then those perfectly manicured hands fly up to hide a deluge of grief that melts that serene facade.

“I-I’m so sorry, I just -I just had to say it.” Ann hears herself whimpering out condolences and excuses and her hands fumble over the linoleum table top in a helpless gesture as Elaine’s hands are too busy shielding her famous face from the entire diner’s occupants as her shoulders shake in a terrible rhythm that is peculiar to stifled sobbing. “I’m just so horribly sorry for you, for both of you, all of you. And everybody goes on like it didn’t happen but I- I can’t imagine how awful that is, the ignoring of it. I-I didn’t think before I said anything I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Elaine.”

Ann watches as the sobs seem to slow, and then they still, and eventually, this young woman leans forward again and rests her elbows on the table, face still hidden by her hands, one of which boasts that stupendously gaudy wedding band. Realizing there’s one thing she can mend, Ann reaches into her purse and digs out a hanky before pressing it against Elaine’s knuckles in a silent plea for her to use it.

It’s like witchcraft the way her face is entirely composed once those hands drop and the damp and smudged hanky is balled into her dainty fist. She’s looking straight past Ann at her surroundings, clocking her audience and even twisting a little in her seat to make certain no one’s overly enthralled by her lapse in perfection, it’s exhausting watching this haunted look of hunted excellence by, Ann can’t even imagine what it’s like living it. Suddenly Ann’s hands are being gripped and the woman’s fingers are burning hot and clammy and her eyes are boring into her own, seemingly satisfied that they are still anonymous enough for a little show of emotion and Elaine is murmuring in a husky whisper,

“Thank you, Thumper -you see, nobody talks about her. I-I -there’s no one I can talk to…about her.”

The fact that her own husband can’t even manage it but had to find a stranger to spill to instead strikes Ann with a fathomless guilt for taking that from Elaine, but it’s not as if she had elicited it! He came to Ann himself and what he spoke of she couldn't control. Still, actually getting to see the cracks in his wife’s soul from the loneliness of her grief is a different thing entirely and she is moved to make amends.

“You can always talk to me -if it helps.” she whispers and Elaine gives her a wincing smile.

“I don’t think anything will help.” Elaine replies with a moodiness that is both entirely understandable, if a little off putting in just how severe it is. And, forever the barometer of moods, as if sensing Ann’s unease with her glumness, Elaine perks up in a nauseatingly convincing display of cheer. “It’s just -I think that after Mrs. Kennedy lost her baby and all that sadness, the people just don’t have it in them to find much -interest, in the sad parts. They need happiness and, and courage from us.”

Elaine’s biting her lip in a vain attempt to make it stop wobbling and Ann wishes she could smack the American public for insisting these women, one the wife of the President and the other of the King, hold up a perfect little Camelot for them to read about every Sunday. It’s real lives, real lives grieving and straining and trying their best, real infants dying and golden couples struggling to regain intimacy beyond the midnight sobbing cuddle sessions that have taken the place of making love.

No money in the world is worth such a forced display of perfection in the face of such aloneness.

“You should worry about what you need right now.” Ann tells her what she told her husband the other night.

“Ah.” Elaine clicks her tongue doubtfully, “That’s all real well but I dunno what I need. But you -are you what Elvis needs? Hmm?”

Suddenly Ann wants to bolt again, throat tight and heart skipping a beat, “I-I don’t know.”

“How old are ya?” she asks like that is a natural progression in the conversation, as if Elaine is going to be the judge of wether it is beneficial for her husband to 69 his co-star in order to forget about his dead child.

“I’m twenty two.” It feels like a confession under that earnest eyed review.

“Lord.” Elaine bites off the head of a fry and Ann wishes she was a lil soaked potato crisp herself, that bemused meanness simmering to Elaine’s smooth surface again and turning Ann into a hot mess under her nylons. “And do you wanna get married, Miss Margret? You want kids and all that? Or is it the stage life for you?”

“No, I-I’d like kids, and I’d like to marry.” she insists, “Just not now -and not Elvis, of course not Elvis!”

“Well that’s good.” Elaine drawls sardonically, “Cause he’s taken and happy to be so.”

“Yes! Yes he loves you so much.” it’s a sort of masochism for Ann to admit that yet somehow she finds she doesn’t mind it.

“I know.” is all Elaine replies with, utterly unimpressed.

“So,” Ann finds this ordeal unbearable enough she might as well ask what’s been burdening her, “why did you wanna meet with me? Is- is he through with me?” The full scale of her own unease finally surfaces and she realizes she’s got cause to suspect Elaine of more than just being jealous. “Did he send you to do it? To break it off me with me?” she can’t help the way her voice raises in outrage, it may be misplaced but her love is not false and she doesn’t deserve this, he oughta man up and do his own dirty work.

Elaine doesn’t reply for a few beats that have Ann wringing her hands around her sweaty milk shake in suspense, curious as to why the woman doesn't take the easy route and admit it, crow over her -once again the straying husband has returned to her.

“This film has only got a couple of weeks left.” Elaine says instead in so measured a tone it slices Ann to the heart quicker than any boast, “But no, no he hasn’t sent me to do anything. I’m no one’s errand boy.”

“Of course not.” Ann mumbles in apology.

“But he has-“ Elaine’s mouth twists in distress over wording and every delay hurts Ann just a little more from suspense, “-Elvis has recommenced his interest in me.” that’s a positively hilarious way to say he banged his wife and not the side piece this afternoon and Ann hates her for her delicacy, and all the pain and complications it hides, “And the thing of it is, I’ve already noticed a waning of his preoccupation with you and -I’m just an observer. It’s what I do, I watch him and then I act on what he’s gonna do or what he’s gonna want. And, Ann, can I call ya Ann? Ann, I -I think he’s gonna try to move on from ya, when the movie wraps, like he’s moved on from the others.”

Ann bites at her straw and prays her jimmying leg beneath the table isn’t painfully obvious.

“I don’t want that.” Elaine states suddenly and Ann lets go of the poor, abused straw.

“What?”

“You’re not just some other gal, Thumper.” she rolls her eyes -fondly, unless Ann is greatly mistaken. “But I think he’d treat ya like one for me. I do think it’s what he intends to do. It’s -he said as much this afternoon…during.”

Ann’s cheeks flame hot from mortification and anger, but from something else too. An electric shock zapping through her at the unintended imagining of Elvis talking about her while buried inside of Elaine. To be thought of, spoken of, made a part of that dynamic…Ann is going to hell for the way it makes her clench and breath in like a panting racehorse.

“Well that’s all -settled for you, isn’t it.” she can’t help but try her hand at being a little mean herself. It comes out petulant and she winces at the pettiness of it.

“Yes.” Elaine doesn't bother with false remorse over her surety in her husband’s return, “Which means all that’s left is to help sort you.”

“Sort me?“ Ann isn’t above mud wrestling a fellow gal on the diner floor.

“Thumper, darling,” Elaine sighs gently while her eyes stray behind Ann’s head at some gathering fans behind them, “this industry crafts an image for its stars like suits for models. What they’ve got for ya right now sure is flattering, but make no mistake, they’ll be happy to discard you and your new suit whenever it no longer makes folks gossip. I’d like us to last a lot longer than all that.” her eyes focus back on Ann’s and a sad smile lights up her face, “I think we’ve got it in us to.”

“Who’s us?”

Elaine seems to take time to consider that before answering, “The trio of us.”

Ann remains wary, it’s altogether too easy to want her to mean what she can’t possibly have intended. “Us?”

“Yeah, us.” Elaine grins, “Or at least, I think that Thumper and Naughty and Tink could manage something. Even if the adults can’t.”

It’s wicked that smile of hers and awfully persuasive, like she’s figured something out. And maybe she has, that throat closing fear that Ann was a replacement suddenly allayed by the jimmying legged beauty who acts so brave while having the ill luck of having a soulmate in a married man.

Ann’s no replacement for Elaine.

She’s Elvis’ mirror and his double and a fondness blooms in Elaine’s heart for her at that realization, along with a healthy dose of exasperation that always seems to linger when in Elvis’ presence.

“So, will you let me sort you?” she presses the young woman and doesn’t miss the way she swallows hard in the same way Elvis does when Elaine starts bossing.

Interesting.

“Arrange a little something for us that’ll outlast those hooligans at MGM? You gotta think about what you want, Ann, they’ll get ya on the treadmill and never turn the damn thing down when you burn out unless ya make them. I’d have thought you’d have learnt that these past few weeks.”

Ann knows she’s referring to Elvis and his insomnia, his hollow eyed spouting of the newest script and his mechanical jiving while his soul atrophies from grief suppressed. Ann knows there’s a damned dead end at the end of loving him too thoroughly. Too exclusively. But God! -he made her feel important. That’s all a little silly now that she’s looking at his wife with those love kiss abrasions adorning her throat and a diamond weighing down her finger.

Ann wants Elvis. Ann also wants whatever it is Elaine’s got and if she ever wants to really get that, she's gonna have to let Elaine’s husband go and find herself one of her own. “Alright.” she whispers, smudging the linoleum table top with her wrist, “I mean -I would like to remain friends. Very much.”

“We can do better than just that. But it’s a start.” Elaine clicks her tongue in a strangely cocksure way that has Ann melting as she watches as if in slow motion as Elaine’s hand comes up to her face, a manicured finger swiping at the corner of Ann’s lip before bringing the vanilla frosted finger to her own mouth and sucking nonchalantly.

Already sorting her out and Ann complies with rapt attention and a shudder. “I had the good sense to leave Jack behind for this little visit.” she admits cheerily, as if making breezy conversation and Ann realizes the crowd behind her shoulder have moved in closer, “Which means we could have a dinner party, us three, and there’d be no chaperone to set a curfew.”

Mrs. Presley wiggles her eyebrows in a way that suggests they won’t be watching movies late into the night and Ann’s heart threatens to gallop away from her at the thought of it.

Someone from the crowd asks for an autograph.

Preoccupied, Ann accidentally writes “thumper” on the bottom of a fresh Polaroid depicting her and Elaine peeling out of the studio lot.

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Untethered

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Original Female Character, Addison Goodwin, Joe Goodwin, Mona Goodwin, Jess Goodwin, Lisa Marie Presley, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie Mae ‘Dodger’ Presley

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4319

Summary: Addison and Elvis have made it through more than most but that was because despite everything they always had each other. As if their souls were tethered but what happens when the rope snaps.

Tags/Warnings: Flashbacks, Love, Established Relationship, Cuddles, Hugging, Arguing, Parents, Implied Death, Implied Sickness, Family Arguments,

Notes: I'm up watching the candlelight vigil so I might as well post!

This a fic that links to The Girl He Left Behind/Here You Come Again. Set after Here You Come again by quite some years.  Basically it’s the long and happy life Elvis deserved.

Special thanks to @ccab for letting me be such a masochist [and yes I cried writing it sue me]

LINK TO ELVIS & ADDISON MASTERPOST // LINK TO AO3 // LINK TO PINTEREST

Addison could hear them arguing. She was sure she wasn’t supposed to, not given how her father had told her to stay on the porch swing until he came back out or how they attempted to say everything in harsh whispers, yet she could hear every word as it floated through the open window. And to make matters worse they were arguing about her. 

‘And who’s going to watch her?’ Joe said hands on his hips as he watched his wife rifle through her purse which she had just picked up off the hallway dresser. She was dressed differently from before, Addison could only see through a small crack in the curtains, but her robe was gone now, replaced by a sleek black dress and her shoes, the ones she had shouted at Addison for playing in earlier today - the reason her daddy had found her crying on the front porch - clacked along the wooden floor.

‘You’re her parent too y’know,’ Mona said her gaze never looking his way as she slipped a compact out of her purse and checked her appearance.

‘And when I have to go to work? When you traipse in at God knows what hour or better still don’t come home? What then?’

‘You’ll figure it out Joey you always do,’ Mona said sarcastically, blotting her lipstick with her finger before she snapped the compact closed and threw it in her purse and then finally looked up at the man in front of her.

‘I make it work because I have to! Because you make me-‘ he snapped, his voice growing heated as he felt his frustration mounting.

‘Make you?! I didn’t make you do anything! You wanted a kid, begged me remember? Now you’re trying to blame me for what you signed us up for,’ Mona said in a tight whisper making Joe push a hard lump down in his throat, ‘you wanted Addison. I wanted my life.’

‘Addison is our life,’ Joe said angrily waiting for his wife to say something, anything that might insinuate she agreed if even the slightest amount but she watched him, stony faced and unyielding.

‘I’ve had her all day you have no idea what it’s like,’ she said eventually.

‘What would you rather go to work? Bust your hump every damn day to put food on the table,’ Joe argued.

‘Be a damn sight easier!’ Mona snapped, ‘do you know what’s it like? She doesn’t want me, Joe. Every day is the same. I’m never the one she wants, it’s always Daddy this, Daddy that when I’m the one home with her all day.’

‘She’s a kid Mona! Kids push your buttons,’ Joe said.

‘Well she can push yours tonight,’ she said slinging her purse onto her shoulder as she headed to the door. 

‘So what you’re just gonna run out every time it gets hard? We need you Mona,’ Joe said following her. Mona paused, her hand on the door handle before she looked back at her husband, ‘and what about what I need?’

And before Joe could protest she wrenched open the door an flung herself down the garden path. Joe moved forward, standing in the door frame as he watched his wife climb into the cab that was idling in the middle of the street before it took off at speed. He only looked up when he heard a tiny voice speak from somewhere on the porch.

‘Is Mama mad at me?’ Addison said with a sniffle as she sunk back down onto her bottom pretending she hadn’t been kneeling up at the window, listening to every word. Joe looked at her, forcing a smile as he walked towards her sitting down on the swing beside her as she climbed onto his lap. 

‘No baby she’s not mad at you,’ Joe said placing a kiss on the top of her head.

‘Then where’d she go?’ she asked as she looked out at the garden in front of them.

‘She’s had to pop out to see a friend,’ Joe lied. 

‘But she’s coming back?’ Addison asked hopefully. 

‘Of course baby,’ Joe said though he wasn’t sure that was the case. 

‘Okay,’ Addison said quietly cuddling into him as he started to rock the porch swing with his feet. 

The sun was sinking in the sky now, creating orange and pink streaks above the houses across from them. And his baby girl was nuzzled into him, her little fingers playing with the chain he was wearing around his neck as he rocked them. 

Any other time it would’ve been a nice moment. But not tonight. 

He had just gotten home from a long day at work, back breaking labour he was hoping would be followed by a nice meal and maybe an ice-cold drink. But that wasn’t the scene he was greeted with when he got home. No, as he pulled up he found his little girl sitting on their front porch sobbing her heart out. She had been waiting for him and ran to him the moment he had put his foot on the garden path, burying herself in his neck as her tears made his already sweat soaked shirt damper. He had asked her what was wrong but she hadn’t managed to get her words out, every bit of speech broken by sniffles and erratic breaths as she tried to explain herself. 

But as he stepped over the threshold of his home he knew what was the matter. Mona.

He had placed Addison down and told her to stay on the porch until he came back out and though she was still sniffling and her lashes were clumped together with tears she had nodded allowing him to go into the house alone.

As he walked towards the back of the house he could sense something was up. Mona was flitting around the kitchen taking pots off the stove and decanting vegetables onto two plates on the countertop. It was a domestic scene that would be seen all over the United States tonight and yet their scene wouldn’t unfold like everyone else’s would. His wife wouldn’t kiss him as he greeted her. She wouldn’t serve him his dinner or ask him about his day. She wouldn’t put their little girl to bed, the pair of them making sure she was soundly asleep before they settled down enjoying one another’s company. 

No tonight would go as it had a thousand times before. Mona would throw a haphazard meal on the table and then she would leave for whatever good time she had managed to arrange. He would make sure Addison was fed, ask her what had made her cry which she would no doubt inform him to be something her mother had said or did, and then he would bath her and put her to bed wondering if his wife would be laying in the bed beside him in the morning. 

All of that had been put into motion the moment he had asked her why Addison was crying. 

That had been what had led him into the argument, it had been the reason the pair of them were now sitting on the porch swing both as broken as the other. The only bonus was that Addison seemed to have stopped crying, fresh tears didn’t even seem to come as she watched Mona flee from them as if she were leaving the scene of a crime. Yet that hurt in its own way. It hurt so much that he had to peel himself away from her. 

He needed time to rebuild himself, if only the ten minutes it would take to finish dinner, so he could be there for her when the inevitable questions rolled in.

‘Addie?’ he asked causing her large hazel eyes to look up at him expectantly, forcing a wave of sadness to flow through him at just how familiar they looked, ‘I’m gonna make dinner okay?’

‘Okay,’ she said as he moved her off him, placing a kiss on the top of her head before he stood up. 

‘You stayin’ out here?’ he asked earning a nod in response. It was a small relief, at least holed away in the kitchen he could let his emotions flood through him without upsetting her, ‘okay. But don’t go wanderin’ off ya hear me? You ain’t allowed out of this yard.’

‘I know,’ she said with a smile. 

And then he headed inside the house and out of sight. Addison watched him go before she sat back on the porch swing. She didn’t want to stay outside, it was getting late and a chill was flowing through the air making her shiver in her thin dress but she knew it was better to be here. If her daddy had wanted her outside whilst they argued he’d want her out of the way when he cried. 

She couldn’t hear it this time, he was deep enough in the house that she couldn’t hear anything but she was sure he would cry. Like he always did when him and her mama fought. She didn’t know why. She didn’t know how he could hold her and make her feel like everything was better and yet he couldn’t fix himself. How her mama could leave him so broken. 

It made her tiny heart hurt. 

She had heard how her Mama had complained about her wanting him and it was true that throughout the day she had asked for him nigh on a thousand times. It had gotten on her mother’s nerves and so she had told her to go and play though she didn’t say anything about staying out of her parents’ closet. She had been trying on one of her mother’s fancy necklaces and walking around in the shoes that clacked along the floor when her mother had found her. She had yelled blue murder, yanking Addison up until the shoes dropped off her feet and clattered onto the floor. And then she had shoved her through the bedroom door, screaming about how she could never have anything nice, how Addison was nothing but trouble.

It had made her cry and that had only seemed to make her mother angrier and so Addison had fled to the safety of the front porch, waiting for her dad to get home. He always made her feel better. He never made her feel the way her mother did.

That was why she wanted him around. She knew her Daddy loved her, her mother she wasn’t so sure about.   

As the sun continued to set and the chill got worse Addison got up from her seat on the porch swing, moving into a strip of sunshine that warmed her body in a way that made her feel a touch happier. She was revelling in the warmth as she watched a bug flit between the gap in the concrete of the porch floor, her finger chasing it as it ran into the shadows, but her attention was caught as she heard a chugging engine coming down the street and looked up to find a truck pulling into the driveway beside them. Addison scooted forward; her face pressed close to the wooden slats of the porch fence as she watched with curiosity. The house beside them belonged to Mrs Miller, a kind older woman who always gave her candy whenever she saw her by the fence. But Mrs Miller hadn’t been home for a while so this car pulling up was odd.

Addison watched as the car stopped and a man she didn’t recognise jumped out. He looked like her daddy, though where her daddy lacked a smile, he couldn’t seem to stop, especially as the rest of the car’s passengers started to disembark. Addison watched as a lady stepped out, not as smiley though she did brighten up as the man continued to talk gesturing to bits of Mrs Miller’s house. Addison watched as he threw his arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple as he spoke animatedly about the house in front of them. Though she could see how happy they were it made her feel sad, it made her wonder why her parents couldn’t be like that.

Then she was distracted as she heard the clunk of a car door and looked across to find a boy a bit older than her making his way around the back of the car until he was at the other side, opening the door and helping out an older woman until she was firmly on solid ground. As he helped her up the path that had become overgrown and unloved in Mrs Miller’s absence Addison watched him.

He wasn’t a teenager but he was definitely older than her. His hair was sandy blonde, though it seemed almost as brown as hers as it was combed tightly to his head, the product he had used to get it that way making it look darker. Addison leaned in closer, watching him as he took a spot beside the younger woman, finally making a larger smile play on her lips.

‘What are ya doing down there, baby?’ she heard Joe say forcing her to whip around so quick as though she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t. Though as he watched her his gaze travelled beyond where she was sitting, clocking the fact there were now people next door. Addison watched as he waved to them and found the man she didn’t know waving back.

‘You wanna meet our new neighbours?’ Joe asked. Addison looked towards the family for a second and then back at her daddy who was waiting patiently then she nodded. Joe offered out a hand which she ran to, his large one encircling hers as they walked down the front steps and towards the fence where the man was now waiting, the rest of them talking amongst themselves.

‘Found it okay then?’ Joe asked with a smile as he leaned across the fence to embrace the man, his other hand still holding Addison’s who was watching them closely.

‘Yeah, just followed your directions,’ Vernon said, ‘again I can’t thank ya enough.’

‘Oh you know it was no bother,’ Joe said, ‘Jack didn’t sting ya too hard on the rent did he?’

‘Nah,’ the man said, ‘I think he’s just happy someone’s gonna be lookin’ after the place.’

‘Well from what I hear his mom’s gonna be headed to a long-term facility after hospital so you never know he might make it permanent,’ Joe said.

‘I hope so,’ the woman said appearing at the man’s side as she offered her hand out, ‘Gladys.’

‘Joe,’ Joe said, ‘nice we can finally meet. Vernon’s told me all about you.’

‘Only good stuff,’ Vernon ribbed.

‘Likewise,’ Gladys said rolling her eyes at her husband before she noticed the little girl standing beside him watching her inquisitively.

‘Which means you must be Addison,’ the woman Addison now knew as Gladys said looking down on her with a kind smile. She smiled back but tucked herself behind her dad’s leg as a blush flooded through her.

‘Hey now who are you tryin’ to convince you’re shy?’ Joe chuckled stroking her hair, ‘say hello baby.’

‘Hello,’ Addison said quietly.

‘Hi there,’ Gladys said.

‘Hi sweetheart,’ Vernon said with a smile.

‘You want me to come over and show ya round? I think they’ll have switched the power and gas off at the mains but everything’s the same as ours so I can show you how to get set up,’ Joe said.

‘You wouldn’t mind?’ Gladys asked.

‘Of course not,’ Joe said.

‘Thanks man,’ Vernon said as Joe nodded and climbed over the small fence one leg at a time before he turned back to Addison. She let him pick her up but as he placed her down on the other side of the fence, she stopped realising the boy from before was watching her. He was leaning against the truck, his blue eyes watching her closely as she looked towards him.

Then she found herself moving, her shyness from earlier disappearing as if there was something tugging her forward. She only stopped when she was stood in front of him, her large hazel eyes looking up at him as she smiled.

‘Hi,’ she said.

‘Hi,’ Elvis said leaning up off the truck he had been resting on.

‘I’m Addie,’ she said.

‘Elvis,’ he said offering a hand out which he expected her to shake but she didn’t. Instead she dove headfirst into his midriff, her tiny arms wrapping around him though they didn’t meet at the back. His own hands moved to her back holding her to him though far more tentatively than she was hugging him. When she pulled back she smiled at him, offering her hand out for him to take which he did without thinking, unable to say no.

He could feel himself being tugged, his arm nearly wrenching out of the socket as she raced forward following the grownups. But it was more than that. The tugging didn’t feel as though it was coming from that small yet powerful hand, but from within them. Something tethering them together and for some reason he couldn’t help but smile.

As Addison pulled out of the memory she felt a tug deep inside her. She didn’t know why, after all that memory was a happy one and given that she was awash with all sorts of memories these days she should take comfort in the ones that were as nice as that. Though she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised, not when that tugging seemed to be a permanent fixture of her being these days, as if it was pulling her at the seams, trying to break her apart. Especially as she watched Elvis. He was lying in bed, his eyes closed and the book he had been reading on his chest though it slipped as he shifted, falling into the crevice of his arm and startling him awake. Though as he grabbed it he noticed her standing by the bathroom door watching over him and he smiled at her, that old familiar knee weakening smile – not changed by age.

‘What are you doin’ over there?’ he said quietly, ‘c’mere.’

Addison didn’t say anything but she obeyed his request, moving towards the bed and climbing on it until she was able to lay down beside him, moving the book as she nuzzled into his side, his arm going around her. He held her for a moment, his fingers tracing soft circles on her arm. Addison didn’t look up at him, soaking in his warmth as he held her, trying to commit this to be one of the memories that plagued her.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Elvis said after a moment.

‘The day we met,’ she said honestly, still staring out across the other side of the room though she felt him move his head no doubt looking down on her as he said, ‘yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ she said quietly.

‘The day at the fair?’ he asked.

‘No, the very first time,’ she said making him breath a laugh.

‘Jeez you remember that?’ he chuckled quietly, ‘I can barely remember what I had for breakfast.’

‘I don’t know how. It just…came to me,’ she said.

‘You were barely three years old,’ Elvis said.

‘I know,’ she said quietly. She didn’t know how she remembered it. How her brain had plucked something she hadn’t thought about for years out and made her relive it and yet she wasn’t surprised. It was something her mind was doing more and more. As a way to cheer her up or torture her she wasn’t sure. After a moment she said, ‘you know what I do remember?’

‘What honey?’ he asked knowing there was more to whatever she was thinking about.

‘My mama and daddy were arguing if you can believe that,’ Addison said making Elvis chuckle, ‘so I was trying to ignore them. Took myself out on the front porch so I couldn’t hear my daddy cryin’….and then I see this big ol’ truck pull up and this nice couple get out followed by this older lady and then this skinny little thing helpin’ her out of the car-’

‘Lean not skinny,’ Elvis corrected making Addison smile.

‘This lean little thing,’ she corrected before she continued, ‘and y’know they looked happy. The mom and dad were smiling and the kid he seemed so kind and I just wanted to run right into the middle of it. To barrel headfirst across my garden until I was in it. In the middle of all that love.’

‘Addie your daddy loved you more than anything in this world you know that,’ Elvis said holding her a touch tighter.

‘I know and I wouldn’t have traded him for the world but I always wanted to be a part of it,’ she whispered.

‘A part of what honey?’ Elvis asked.

‘Your world,’ she said trying to push down the lump in her throat as she spoke, ‘I was drawn to it like a rope tied around my middle pulling me to it. To you.’

‘I know what you mean,’ Elvis said. He had felt it too. Every time she had walked into his life there was this pull, something pulling them together until they were tethered. It hadn’t been an easy road but it was never one they could escape. That was why he felt his heart shatter as she spoke again, this time in barely more than a whisper.

‘What am I gonna do when the rope snaps?’ she asked. Tears were falling now, rolling down her cheeks and onto the cotton of his pyjamas no doubt creating damp patches he would be able to feel but she couldn’t stop them.

‘Oh Ads,’ he sighed. They’d had conversations like this before but he’d never heard the fear in his voice that was present now. She’d always kept herself contained, strong.

‘I mean it. What do I do?’ she asked with a sniffle, ‘because I know you keep saying you’re ready. I know you believe in whatever’s up there…but what if I’m not? What if I’m never going to be ready El? All my life you’ve been there in some form, the rope pulling us back together.’

‘You think I wanna go?’ Elvis said unevenly, he could feel his own tears stinging in his eyes but he forced them back. It was the first sign of vulnerability she had shown and he wasn’t going to make her take care of him, ‘honey I would stay here with you forever if I could you know that…but God…he’s got other plans.’

‘He should change ‘em,’ she said attempting a joke though it was barren of mirth.

‘Only you would be so stubborn as to ask God to make an exception,’ Elvis chuckled.

‘You know me,’ she said. She pulled back, placing her hand on his chest as her hazel eyes found his blue ones each watching the other with the same pained yet loving look.

‘You’re right. I do,’ Elvis said moving a strand of hair off her face, ‘and I know you well enough to know you’re strong enough to survive this. I know that you’ll know what to do. That you’ll look after our girls, our grand babies and anyone else who needs it. I know that you’ll take care of ‘em the way you’ve took care of me all these years.’

‘But I could take care of everything because I had you,’ Addison said, her voice breaking as a fresh wave of tears rolled down her cheeks.

‘And you will,’ Elvis said firmly, ‘do you think I’d every truly leave you? Baby I was always with you and I always will be. I’ll be with you in everything you do and then one day we’ll be back together. You’ll see.’

As tears fell she tried to contain herself but she couldn’t stop the sob that broke free at his words, at the thought of him not being beside her as he had been all these years. Elvis moved his thumb across her cheek, swiping the dampness from under one of her eyes as he watched her.

‘Tell me you believe me,’ he said. Addison watched him. She had been so strong up to now yet as their deadline seemed to grow closer she felt more and more doubt creep in. Even when they had been apart she had always had him, she had known he wasn’t too far away. And she wanted to believe that would still be the case, that what he believed would be right, but she didn’t want to find out. She didn’t want him to go. Not yet. Yet as his blue eyes watched her she couldn’t tell him no. She couldn’t allow her doubt to ruin him. Not if that brought him any ounce of comfort.

‘I do,’ she nodded.

‘Good, though I demand you take your sweet time,’ he jested.

‘When do I ever do what you tell me,’ Addison said allowing his joke to lighten the sombre mood.

‘You will this time you hear me?’ Elvis said, an air of seriousness running through his tone, ‘because this life it still has so much left for you Addie…so promise me you’ll make the most of it.’

‘I promise,’ Addison said, putting her head down on his chest again as he clasped his hand over hers, his heart beating steadily under their touch.

‘Elvis?’ she asked after a moment.

‘Yeah?’

‘Can we just be us for now? No making the most of anything, no thinking about anything…just you and me?’ she asked. She had given him his comfort now she just hoped he would give her what she needed.

‘Whatever you want honey,’ Elvis said kissing the top of her head.

‘I love you,’ she said shakily.

‘I love you too.’

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Only The Strong Survive

Word Count: 2,048

Writers Note: I really wanted to make something angsty thanks to @sissylittlefeather

Warning: Mentions of drug use and overdose

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis/ Elvis and the twins

Plot: It's January 7th, 1977 Cecelia is now 42 and Elvis was 23 hours away from being 42, but what happens when things go left and they have to spend it in a hospital with their son Jessie

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Memphis, Tennessee, January 7th, 1977

"Happy birthday, mama," Jessie smiled, pushing his dark blonde and brown hair back. "Thanks, baby." Cecelia kissed his cheek, his friends laughing at him. As he rolled his eyes. His father was going around talking and entertaining like he'd always do.

"You know you really do look like your dad." Jerico, his best friend, said,

"Shut up..." Brushing past him, walking away from the crowd and into the jungle room where Elaine had been reading a book. 

"Lanie, that's so lame." Jonathan smirked at her as she glared at him, " Come spend time with me~" He said, already sounding drunk, making kissing noises, 

"I'd rather kiss your sister... Oh wait, I already do." She stuck her tongue out at him,

"Ouch... That stings Lanie..." Jonathan clutched his heart. 

"Stop hitting on my sister..."

"You're being nice whaddya want..." Looking over her book, 

"We're gonna, you know..."

"No, if Daddy and Mama find out you're doing that crap..."

"They won't know!" Jerico smiled, 

"Yeah!" Jessie smirked, "We're gonna fool around a bit, drink a bit."

"You'll keep watch." Jonathan smiled, 

"Please..." His Graceland gang pleading in unison.

"Fine, but it's the last time." Walking down towards the backyard door to sneak out. "And Jessie..." Elaine asked he turned to face her, 

"Yeah, Sis..."

"Don't come back home high." She sighed,

"Buzzkill." 

Jessie, Jonathan, and Jerico were sitting around with a few high school seniors, blasting White Rabbit through the record player speakers as there were all the things, future rock and roll stars of their time, boozing, ladies, and "I got the drugs, boys!" one boy shouted as Jessie cheered, Jerico and Jonathan were only there for the drinks and dabbling of weed. But Jessie, he was there for the hard stuff. After all, he'd been hiding LSD and PCP in his room lately. 

"Whatcha got, Steve."

"Well, Jessie Garon.. We got blow, we got poppers..." 

"What're those?"

"Disco biscuits, they're far out, man." 

"I'll try... four."

"Jessie, you-"

"Jerry Jerico, I got this..." He winked

The party at Graceland was wrapping on Cecelia's end as she was dancing and kissing Elvis. Elaine watched, nervous for her brother. As her foot was tapping, Elaine could feel her chest tightening and her body. Feeling numb. Something was happening to Jessie. She could feel it. 

"Elaine, have you seen Jessie?" Elvis asked as she froze,

"Uh, no, I haven't..." Elaine smiled as Elvis looked at her. She was hiding something, 

"Little Biscuit, did Estella break your heart again..."

"No... We're fine." She smiled, "Just please go enjoy your birthday with Mama... You've only got 15 minutes before it's your turn." She smiled as Elvis kissed her forehead and smiled, 

"Alright, but you know you can tell me anything."

"Mhmm..." She smiled, watching him walk off.

"Please pick up..." Jonathan said, clutching the phone in his hand as he was shaking. Jerico watched as the ambulance came, picked up Jessie, and put him on the stretcher, 

"Who's this..."

"It's Jonathan,"

"What's wrong?" 

"Jessie's in the hospital... He overdosed." 

"FUCK!" Elaine shouted as she threw the kitchen phone at the wall. Elvis and Cecelia had just cut their separate cakes when they heard their daughter screaming in the kitchen. Running towards her. Elaine had been crouching down, rocking herself. This was her fault, and she knew it. 

"Hey... Hey...Hey... What happened." Elvis asked. He never liked seeing his favorite girl cry, and Elaine never liked lying to her parents, 

"It's Jessie..." 

"What happened to Jessie..." Cecelia asked as Elaine sniffled,

 "H-He's in the hospital..."

Memphis Hospital January, 8th, 1977, 3:30 am

It had been four hours, and they heard nothing, absolutely nothing. Elaine was pacing in the hallways. Cecelia was saying every prayer she could think of. Elvis was smoking a Cigarillo and shaking like a leaf. 

"ELVIS, HOW CAN YOU SMOKE AT A TIME LIKE THIS!"

" DAMNIT, HOW CAN I NOT!" Elvis's leg began to shake, and his heart was racing. The two got into a heated argument. Elaine was rocking again. Her family was falling apart. Before her eyes, it was her fault. Clutching onto his Nipper hound-dog stuffed animal,  

"MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SO DAMN FOCUSED ON YOUR STATEWIDE TOUR WE'D HAVE CAUGHT THIS BEFORE IT GOT TO THIS!"

"I'M SORRY, BUT AREN'T YOU THE ONE WORKIN ON A MOVIE AND TWO ALBUMS AND RUNNIN A RECORD COMPANY. DON'T TELL ME ABOUT NOT BEING THERE!"

"stop yelling...." Elaine said. Softly, as they kept arguing, "STOP IT NOW, BOTH OF YOU!"  Elvis and Cecelia stopped as they looked at their daughter. She was heartbroken, torn even. She felt unseen and unheard in this very room. That should be filled with love right now. "I should be in there... not him!" Elaine shouted, her voice was tired and weak,

"Ellie..." Cecelia sat next to her, "It's not your fault..."

"It is... I let him do this to himself... I-I didn't stop him. I-I'd let him go and do this anytime he needed a fix! "Taking her fist and pounding it into her forehead, "I'm stupid... WHY WOULD I LET HIM DO THAT WHY!" Elvis and Cecelia hugged her as she sobbed into Elvis's lap, Cecelia petting her hair. 

"Little Biscuit, it ain't your fault..."

"But it is daddy... I-I already caused this family enough pain now, Jessie." She sniffled, 

"Ellie, you tried to protect him the best you could." 

"Mama, it wasn't enough... He shouldn't be here. You two shouldn't be here! It's Daddy's birthday, and you're both here!" She screamed, storming off, 

"Where you going!" Cecelia asked,

"To have a long conversation with GOD!" She turned to look at her parents, " ON MY OWN!" Cecelia and Elvis didn't know to be mad at her or pleased, a mix, maybe, as the two huddled together in the hospital. Cecelia then laughed a little. She had been thinking of something,

"What's so funny..."

"I stopped by the gift shop and got you a little gift." It was a horribly made Elvis doll, which made him laugh as he looked at it, 

"Happy birthday..." 

"Oh, man. Lord have mercy, baby, it's ugly." He laughed as he kissed her forehead, "And to think I got you an I Heart Elvis mug."

"We'll have matching sets. I got you a mug too." On it, it said I Heart Cecelia.

"Is this chapel taken..." Estella asked. as Jonathan and Jerico stood behind her, "Tell 'em I don't want to talk..." Elaine glared at the two boys, "Ellie Bear..." Estella mumbled, "NO!" She stood up, "What kind of God gives my brother friends like you!" Elaine said, with a tone that was venomous. "El..." Estella tried to reach out for her as she backed away, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HIM, AND YOU ALL SAT THERE AND LET HIM DO THAT!"  

"You ain't no saint either, Elaine!" Jerico laughed,

"I don't know what you mean..."

"Jessie got into drinkin cause your little accident..." Jonathan smirked, "So maybe get off your high horse." Elaine ran off crying as Estella slapped her brother, 

"Mr. and Mrs. Presley, you're welcome to see him now." The Nurse said. Jessie was sleeping as they were detoxing him of all the toxins in his body. His skin was sweaty, but he was safe. Kissing his forehead, Cecelia hugged his body as Elvis shed a few tears. That was his baby boy lying right there in the same bed he was birthed on, "He'll be able to go home when he wakes up." 

Graceland Memphis, Tennessee, January 8th, 7am

"Lord...Please save him. He's all I got, amen..."  Was all Jessie heard when he woke up to an IV drip in his arm and a massive headache? There was a trashcan by his bed, a rag on his forehead, and he felt like, 

"Shit, what happened to me..."

"You almost died. You had LSD, PCP, and Disco biscuits in your system along with Whiskey." Elaine sighed, 

"They know, don't they..." Jessie asked as Elaine nodded, "Yeah, daddy ain't pleased, and Mama's been fightin' the press all night."

"What about you?"

"Well, Jerico hates me, Jonathan hates me, Estella said we should take a break."

"I knew I heard Rocketman, but I thought I was still tripping." Elaine nudged him, as he nudged her back,

 "I'm sorry I scared you so bad."

"Promise me you won't do any of that crap again!" 

"Laine..."

"Jessie Vernon Presley, I will shove that IV needle up your ass."

"Fine, fine!" He then heard a knock at his bedroom door, Elvis couldn't look Jessie in the eye, and Jessie couldn't look to face Elvis, 

"Mornin Daddy,"

"Elaine..."

"I'll let you two uh talk." She raced out of the room. The air was thick with tension as the man who "Pushed" him opened his mouth to speak.

"Jessie, I'm sorry."

"For trying to make me like you!"

"Jessie..."

"You don't care about me! You're so caught up with Mama, and y'all's career that you don't even notice me!" Jessie laughed, "So, no, you're not sorry!" 

"Jessie!" Elvis grabbed his face to get his son to look at him, "You're a spoiled, selfish brat, and you're stubborn. You think you know every damn thing, and you don't!" Elvis growled in anger, 

"Oh, yeah, like you ever had it hard!"

"You don't know how your on ass from your head!" Elvis laughed, "I've been through so much that I pray you and your sister never had to." Jessie rolled his eyes, 

"Yeah, like running outta money or what jumpsuit to wear!"

"Like making sure I never had to be the sixteen-year-old boy in the streets workin trying to keep food on the table to feed his family so he'd never have to get kicked out in the streets lookin for food in a trashcan!" Jessie looked at his father. As Elvis began to cry, 

"I try so much to be the perfect father 'cause your mama... she didn't have that growin up, I-I-I try..."

"You didn't try hard enough, nor did Mama..." Jessie smirked, 

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

" I JUST WANT YOUR ATTENTION!" Jessie looked up at him, tears in his eyes as Elvis hugged him tightly, 

"I want your love..." 

"Jessie, you have my love..." 

"No, I don't. You're not always here, neither is Mama..." He cried, and Elvis's heart broke. Jessie sounded like the little seven-year-old boy who would sneak into bed because he had a nightmare. He sounded like he did once when he was his age. The whole world was on his shoulders, and he needed help carrying it.

"Jessie... What can I do to make it better?"

"I liked when we'd have our boy's night out with Uncle, Jerry, and Lamar, and Red, Joe, and Billy..."  

"Me too, kid..." Elvis smiled,

 "I'd like to tell you things again..."

"Like what." Elvis smiled

"Like how I'm interning under Mama, cause her assistants cute." He laughed as Elvis chuckled, 

"Or how I secretly buy your records 'cause I think you're so cool, and I'll never be you."

"Takin' drugs and living your life like this, ain't it. That's not being cool. Being true to you is." Elvis smiled as Cecelia watched from the door, 

"You think so..."

"I know so," He kissed his forehead, "We love you, I love you,"

"I love you too Pa." Jessie hugged his dad as Elvis smiled, 

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time

'Til touchdown brings me round again to find

I'm not the man they think I am at home

"Estella broke up with Elaine again..."

"Yeah..."

"God grants me more years, but less patience." He laughed as Jessie and Elvis laughed, 

*Bonus*

"Cece..." 

"Hmm..." 

"Being a parent may be the hardest career ever." He kissed his wife on the forehead, "Who're you tellin." She kissed his neck as he moaned,

 "Happy birthday to"

KNOCK 

         KNOCK

KNOCK

"What!"

"Can we sleep with y'all!" Jessie asked as Cecelia and Elvis laughed, 

"Happy birthday my beloved."

"Some birthday." He smiled, "Come on in, guys!" Elaine and Jessie walked in with pillows, a cake, and blankets. Making a fort on the ground, the four of them watching TV all snuggled up together, It was true what they said, 

Only the strong truly did survive. 

[wanderingelvis]

hi girlie! love your work, please could you write about a reader that loves sex with ep but is still very innocent?

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warnings - SMUT, daddyk!nk, profanity, overstim, praisek!nk, innocencek!nk, all the usual stuff for me

Elvis was the one to expose you to a lot of your firsts. Your first kiss, your first time in Las Vegas, your first designer dress, your first sip of alcohol but most importantly, your first experience of sexual pleasure. 

Now, despite your innocence, even you knew that Elvis had been with many lovers and was well known for his abilities in the bedroom. Sure, it made you a little hesitant at first, a little scared that he would find someone more exciting and experienced than you and forget all about you. Actually, you were more than a little scared of that happening, you were terrified, you didn't even want to fall for Elvis because you never felt that you were worth the famous man's time or attention but oh Lord, you fell hard.

And you could tell straight away why so many people fell for him, when he looked at you, it felt like he was looking through to your soul and out the other side again. It was like you were the only person in the world to him in that moment.

But when Elvis introduced you to the world of pleasure and sex, you couldn't get enough. You were nervous during your first times, so, so nervous and Elvis could tell. But he went slowly with you, praising you and cooing at you as you took all of him, even if it stretched your walls and made a few sweet, little tears trickle down your cheeks.

Elvis would always praise you and make it clear what he was doing too, never leaving you in the dark.

"M'gonna take off these pretty lil' panties now, little girl."

"Open them lips f'me doll, that's it, just like that, good." He would hiss.

"Daddy's gotchu, s'okay baby, yer likin' that ain't ya? S'okay, I know yer overstimulated. That's my girl."

"Yer takin' my fingers so well little one, that's right, you're doin' so good f'me. You like that dontchu dolly? Yeah? M'gonna add another finger, stretch out yer pretty lil' cunt, I know you can handle it baby."

And he'd delight in watching you get so worked up under him, writhing with pleasure and practically begging for more through whimpers and tears each time.

Yet still, that sweet naivety that clouded you never left. You were always still seeking Elvis' guidance and love and attention and that's when Elvis realised the gem that he had in you.

You'd gaze up at him with uncertainty, seeking reassurance with every move as he would teach you all the ways he enjoyed being pleasured and Elvis would have to stroke your pretty little head as he taught you how to give it.

You became obsessed with feeling pleasure from Elvis, you found yourself begging and mewling for it in the morning, whispering in Elvis' ear during the day asking for him to take you, and undressing yourself at the earliest opportunity in the evenings so that Elvis would have his way with you.

And he'd always chuckle at you fondly, adoring your sweet desperation. 

You didn't even know the names of the acts that the two of you were performing but it didn't matter, your head became fuzzier and fuzzier over time, your only goal was to feel the pleasure that Elvis gave you.

And it wasn't long before Elvis realised you were his naive little nymphomaniac.

You were sat in your regular spot in the International, watching Elvis perform. You just thought he was oh so magical, the way he sang, the way he moved and gyrated on stage, captivating you and the rest of the audience. You watched tiny beads of sweat drip down his tanned face onto the chest hairs that were exposed by the white jumpsuit he wore.

He'd look over at you, every now and then, sending you a wink to make sure you knew he remembered that you were the most important little girl in the audience and by the end of the show, that sweet desperation that had started to become an all too familiar feeling, was creeping its way in. 

And Elvis just loved to tease you. He practically relished in watching you whine and plead for his touch and his love, he just thought you were so sweet, especially when you still didn't understand half of what was going on, you just got so carried away. 

So, when you and Elvis finally made it back up to the hotel suite after the show, you were nothing short of desperate. See, Elvis had this thing where he was just so damn nice to everyone that after a show, he'd go around and thank everyone for their hard work, and whilst you loved that about him, you were growing needier and needier by the second.

Elvis knew you all too well though, he knew that he was dragging this out for his little desperate baby. In fact, he didn't just know, he enjoyed it. Elvis decided to drag out the process and turn you into his own needy little mess tonight.

"You look so pretty tonight baby, y'know that? Got all dressed up n'pretty f'me huh?" Elvis teased, lowering his head slightly to kiss the top of yours as his large hand traced your skimpy, sparkly dress that he'd bought for you, only three days before. 

You gulped and nodded quickly, smiling and letting out a giggle - he'd barely touched you and yet there you were all flustered. 

It was no surprise though that just a couple of loving words and a gentle touch from Elvis would send you spiralling each time he did it. You'd never experienced life the way that you had since Elvis came into it, before Elvis, you would attend your part time job, go to the library and do your studies. It was mundane, unexciting, and repetitive. Then, you met the most famous man in the entire world and everything changed, you had so many new experiences from spending hours in lavish boutiques, to dining next to the King of Rock n' Roll as you both sat in the crowd, watching Frank Sinatra singing. 

In all honesty, it was a life you were never prepared for, you still weren't adjusted to it all that well, that's why you clung to Elvis, he was like some form of security blanket for you, a protector of sorts that looked after you and cared for you. He knew you were new to everything so he would always take things slow with you, making sure that you were always okay and comfortable. 

He'd help alleviate the stress of the lifestyle change in lots of ways, for example, he would choose what you wore each day and how you did your hair and make up. Now, many people had called this controlling, but how were you, a girl that had never stepped foot on the Las Vegas strip, supposed to know what to wear to a casino and show? Elvis knew what would look good on you and what would be appropriate for each occasion because Elvis always knew what was best for you. He ended up knowing you better than you knew yourself.

The new world that surrounded you, Elvis' world, was intoxicating. You hardly ever had time to think straight or understand what was going on around you. 

But what you did know was that when Elvis touched you, you felt good, so you chased that feeling. 

"C-Can we, can we do the stuff?" You whispered, avoiding Elvis' gaze.

Elvis smirked, oh Lord you were just the most adorable little thing. "The stuff? Well baby, yer gon' have to use a couple more words than that." Elvis said with a dry chuckle, lighting up one of the Cuban cigars that Sammy Davis Jr had gifted him.

You sighed a little, a mix of desperation, impatience, frustration and embarrassment. "Can, c-can you, touch me?" You asked softly. "Please?" You squeaked, pleadingly.

"Oh Little One," Elvis hushed, causing a sweet whine to leave your lips. "Y'need me t'touch you huh baby?" Elvis teased as you nodded almost frantically with wide eyes, leading him to chuckle at your state. "Need me t'make you feel good hm?" Elvis said, his eyes growing dark in comparison to your wide, sparkly eyes.

"Uh-huh," You squeaked adorably, barely an inch between the two of you. 

God, Elvis could just devour you. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat as he cupped your face in his large coarse hands, his left hand also holding his cigar between his fingers, the warm filler of it tinging the skin on your pink cheek, making you wince as you gazed up at him with eyes wider than a Disney princess.

"I ain't gon' touch you tonight honey, no, yer gon' do it all on yer own." Elvis whispered cooly, as you whined at the thought of not having him touch you, your eyes resembling that of a puppy dog as your desperation grew.

"What do you mean?" You murmured looking up at Elvis tentatively with a shaky voice as Elvis placed his large hand on the small of your back and guided you to the bed where he set you down, moving you like you were his own little doll, but in many ways, that's exactly what you were.

"You're so needy Little One, yer gon' have t'learn how to pleasure yerself baby," Elvis teased, facing you as you sat upright, letting his hands roam up your sides as your body trembled in his hold.

You chewed on your lip cutely, "Are you not gon' touch me at all?" You asked, your head tilting.

"No honey, y'gotta learn how to touch yerself, yer gon' touch yerself f'me okay baby?" Elvis instructed and you nodded despite feeling apprehensive. "Good girl." Elvis praised. "All I'm gon' do is get you undressed so I can watch all of you as you play with your lil' pussy."

You shivered as Elvis' coarse hands shimmied your dress up, exposing your white panties that already had a wet patch that was making the fabric sheer and translucent, letting Elvis see the pretty pink flesh that was so needy. 

"Let's get these cute lil' panties off baby, looks like y'need them off." Elvis chuckled making you blush. "Oh baby, m'only teasin." Elvis said, soothing you as he dragged the damp panties over your legs, letting them pool at your feet as he grabbed each leg and helped untangle them from you, all the while being careful not to singe your skin with the burning cigar that he took a puff from every now and then. "Atta girl." He cooed. "Now, pretty girl, spread them legs f'me." Elvis instructed and you did exactly what you were told, gazing at him intently.

Elvis really had taken over your entire life, you basically worshipped the man. Sure, there was a noticeable age difference and there was a definite power imbalance but as much as you worshipped him, Elvis treated you like you were the most delicate, precious thing in his life.

Despite Elvis having all the power, he could practically feel his old men knees buckle whenever you would lie there on the mattress, staring up at him adoringly with those wide eyes full of curiosity and love. Your plump, glossy lips parted ever so slightly as you studied all of Elvis' movements as he took your tender wrist in his large hand, guiding your hand to your slick coated cunt.

Your breathing was shaky at best, your chest rising and falling ever so erratically, making Elvis smirk at how nervous you were, even though he knew how much you needed to be satisfied.

Slowly, he directed his hand over yours, making your soft, small fingers fondle your soaked folds, your slick leaking from your pussy as your fingers traced up and down your slit. 

Your gaze wandered back and forth between Elvis and what was happening 'down there', the curiosity and nervousness getting the better for you as you let out soft gasps and mewls at yours and Elvis' actions.

"Keep going." Elvis commanded, removing his hand from yours, letting you continue on with the motions as you began to pleasure yourself in front of the old man. "Tell me how it feels honey."  Elvis said, his voice emotionless as his eyes darkened on you as you squirmed about.

You blinked hazily, your mind becoming a mess, your attention becoming divided by the overwhelming sense of pleasure and the God of a man that stood at the end of the bed, towering over you, not taking his eyes off you and your body.

Only a single, small lamp illuminated the room in a dull, dark pink tone, the rest of the light coming from the Las Vegas strip, the bright lights reflecting into Elvis' suite, letting Elvis see the silouhette and highlights of your body as you let your fingers rub around your clit in circular motions, eliciting soft whines from you.

"Feels so... feels so nice." You sighed lazily, moving your hips in a pathetic attempt to create more pressure between you and your own hand - but Elvis could only find it adorable how desperate you were. "B-But," You said through breathy whimpers. "Want you."

Elvis smirked, a slight chuckle leaving him, one that had an almost sadistic tone to it as he walked to a chair opposite the bed and sat in it, taking a puff from his cigar, letting the smoke cloud him as he stared at you.

"Not tonight little girl. Yer gon' keep going until yer learn how to make yerself cum like a good girl." Elvis hissed, causing you to whine at his denial. "Tell me what yer gon' learn, I want to hear you say it." Elvis softly demanded.

"Gonna, gonna," You whined, trying to do as you're told all the while touching your cunt. "Learn how t'make myself cum." You recited, your mind becoming hazy and the pace of your fingers quickening.

"Why?" Elvis teased, enjoying watching you battle with yourself, as he made you have to think whilst he knew that all you wanted to do was mindlessly pleasure yourself.

"Good girl, m'a good girl." You whimpered, your eyes beginning to brim with tears.

"That's right baby." Elvis praised, taking a drag from his cigar, never letting his eyes leave your body. "Put your fingers in your pussy for Daddy." Elvis instructed firmly - almost coldly.

You blinked at him, pausing your motions to silently confirm what he had said to you.

"Now." Elvis growled and you nodded tearily, pushing two fingers into your soaked hole, whimpers leaving your lips as your pink cheeks felt tears trickling down them from the sensations and the experience.

"You've never fingered yerself, pretty girl?" Elvis asked, watching your trepidation and jolted movements, he could tell you were experienced from the smallest of things.

All you could manage was a shake of your head as it rested on the mattress, your eyes rolling towards the back of your head as you let your fingers pump in and out of your pink pussy - and if your cheeks weren't already pink enough, Elvis would've seen a blush creeping onto your face at the question.

You cry out adorably from the pleasuring feeling, as you practically hump your own fingers, not noticing that Elvis is now palming the large bulge in his pants.

Oh, how he loved to be the one to corrupt you like this.

"Faster." Elvis demanded before you stared at him with nerves and apprehension in your eyes. "Don't you want to be my good girl?" Elvis teased, exploiting your desire for praise.

You nodded feverishly, tossing your head back onto the mattress as you let your fingers tease your hole at a quicker pace, slipping through your walls, your own slick acting as lube.

"Look at you, so needy, doin' such a good job of playing with your cunt and puttin' on a show fr' Daddy." Elvis praised, knowing his words would send you spiralling.

And he didn't stop, urging you on with gentle commands, praises and downright filthy comments as he got off to you masturbating for the first time.

"Such a needy puppy, ain't ya? That's it, doin' such a good job baby."

"Yer such a pretty sight fr' Daddy, fuckin' yerself with those fingers baby, it's okay, you can go faster, you can do it."

"Just breathe baby, y'can fit in another, I know that pretty pussy of yours can handle it. Good girl, that's it."

"Feelin' good huh? Gon' touch yerself when I'm on stage huh? Yer cunt that desperate huh kid?"

Elvis continued teasing and praising you, talking you through your first orgasm from your own masturbation, your mewls turning into full-blown cries before your body collapsed, and you lethargically pulled your fingers from your glistening, wrecked cunt.

You pushed yourself up and blinked adorably, looking at the wet patches on the silk bedding before you shyly looked up at Elvis.

"M'sorry, I made a mess on your sheets." You whimpered, still feeling overwhelmed and extra-sensitive, sniffling as you wiped away a stray tear.

Elvis couldn't help but smirk at the adorable sight in front of him.

You, the love and light of his life, a naked, flustered, soaked mess on his silk bed sheets, your chest rising and falling erratically as you came down from your self-inflicted high.

"Uh-uh, ain't nothin' t'be sorry about baby." Elvis cooed and he watched relief wash over you as you offered him the goofiest, sweetest smile at the reassurance and Elvis felt his both his heart and cock jump.

How had he been so lucky to have such a sweet, little, naive nymphomaniac such as you?

[jaqueline19997]

🥰hold me~🥰

✨kiss me~✨

🥹whisper sweetly~🥹

(all credits to owner 😚 p.s I might delete this acct😅)

[ladelinee]

Author's note: Sorry for the delay or grammar mistake! I had a lot to do. I make up for it, this episode is longer. 🤭

Word count: 5.1K

Warnings: +18!!! Minors dni, masturbation, cussing, innocent, angst.

Dontcha’ think It’s time

Part 3 (Part 2 here)

“Seriously?” You let out a deep sigh.

Jerry had been everywhere since morning.

Right outside your bedroom door. By your side at breakfast. And now, after two whole hours of sitting in the garden, trying to focus on your book…there he was, planted on the bench beside you, baking under the sun but not moving an inch.

You stared at him. He was half-lounging, fanning himself lazily with the day’s newspaper, his shirt slightly unbuttoned from the heat, and his eyes half-closed against the sunlight.

“Sorry, kid” Jerry muttered, shifting slightly but refusing to budge. “Your uncle told me to be your shadow. I’m just doing my job. Personal bodyguard…doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t need a personal bodyguard.”

“Well, tell that to Elvis.”

You groaned, pressing the book against your forehead. “This is ridiculous.”

“Tell that to Elvis, too.”

You exhaled sharply, snapping your book shut before standing up. The sun was starting to sting against your skin. You brushed off your dress, and turned on your heel, heading back toward the house.

As soon as you stepped inside, the cool air wrapped around you like a lifeline.

You hadn’t seen Elvis all morning.Which, honestly, was a relief. Because you’d been avoiding him.

You told yourself it was because he was busy. Because you didn’t want to bother him. But deep down, you knew the truth. You were embarrassed to see him.

A million horrible, humiliating scenarios ran through your head.

What would you even say?

“Hey, Uncle Elvis, last night you touched my cheek, and I totally freaked out. Could you do it again?”

No.Absolutely not.

Again, your mind played it out:

“Hey, Uncle Elvis, I-”

And then you stopped. Because this time, you really freaked out.

The moment you stepped into the living room, you were hit with something massive.The space was completely transformed. What was once a grand, elegant living room was now unrecognizable, it looked less like a living room and more like a high-end boutique.

At the far end, in the music room, at least twenty jumpsuits hung neatly on racks. Around them, the guys stood, surrounded by rolls of fabric in every color, intricate design sketches, and samples of rhinestones.

Tailors and assistants buzzed around, adjusting hems, pinning designs, discussing crystals and stitching techniques like surgeons in an operating room.

And right in the middle of it all, standing on a platform, arms stretched out while the tailor measured him, was Elvis.

His shirt was undone, exposing his chest, and he was barefoot. He stood tall, relaxed, completely in his element.

His presence was massive, filling every inch of the space. You didn’t even realize you had stopped breathing. It was impossible to take your eyes off him.

And everyone around him felt it too.

They hung on his every word, laughing at his jokes, nodding along as he gestured toward the sketches, the fabrics, making quick decisions with the kind of confidence that only he could pull off.

And God, was he good at it.

And yet, the moment his eyes landed on you, his face lit up as if you had just stepped into the world he ruled.

“Hey, darlin’! There you are!”

Your body went rigid. He was acting normal, as if last night had never happened. You forced a smile, stepping into the room, pretending it didn’t matter.

Elvis didn’t even blink, his expression warm, welcoming, easy. As if you were just a kid wandering into the room, as if he hadn’t caught the way you had looked at him the night before, as if he hadn’t seen the longing in your eyes.

You hated how much it bothered you.

Before you could even think of something to say, Sonny suddenly grabbed two big cristals, pressed them over his eyes like shimmering goggles, and turned toward Elvis with dead seriousness.

“E, I can see your bright future,” he declared in a mystical voice, waving his hands as if channeling some otherworldly force. “It’s blinding, man.”

Elvis grinned, enjoying this way too much. “Well, damn, we don’t need another Larry, man.”

While Sonny laughed at Elvis’s comeback, Red smacked him upside the head so hard that the rhinestones popped out of his grip and rolled under the couch.

“See that in your future, dumbass?” Red muttered.

The guys burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, the tailor, who already looked like he had aged ten years in one night from putting up with their nonsense, sighed heavily. His hands re-adjusted the measuring tape around Elvis’s waist like he was handling a wild animal.

Elvis, suddenly serious, looked down at him.

“Hey, tell me the truth. Do I look ridiculous in jumpsuit?”

Charlie was already shaking his head, muttering, “Oh boy, here we go.”

The tailor closed his eyes for a long moment, inhaling deeply through his nose, holding it, and then exhaling it.

“Mr. Presley” he said, his voice carrying the heavy weight of suffering, “I have spent my entire career…”

Elvis grinned like he had just won an award.

“Aw c’mon, don’t be dramatic now! I’m easy, man.”

The guys laughed even harder this time.

The tailor, looking like he was one bad joke away from throwing himself out the nearest window, adjusted his glasses and tried again.

“Mr. Presley, please stop moving. I am trying to measure your waist.”

Elvis nodded seriously, held his arms out, and attempted to stand still.

For exactly five seconds. And then…

Elvis interrupted himself by moving again, spinning his hips slightly just to make a point.

“Alright, but f’real, how tight can we make a jumpsuit without me losin’ circulation? ‘Cause I gotta be able to shake, y’know.”

The tailor sighed heavily and stepped away, desperately in need of a moment to collect himself.

You found the moment extremely funny, you adored Elvis in this mood, and for a brief instant, you forgot everything.

Elvis voice cut through the noise, directed at you.“Darlin’, do me a favor, will ya? Pass me one of those cigars over there.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the simple request. The weight of the moment hit you all at once. He was including you in his world, in the moment. Like you weren’t just standing on the sidelines, watching from afar. It sent a rush of excitement through you.

“Sure!” you replied, eager to help.

You turned toward the small wooden box sitting on the lower shelf of a nearby table and reached for it.

And then It happened. Without thinking, you bent at the waist. Elvis saw it before it even happened.

His entire body tensed and with a gulp, his jaw locked. Your dress lifted just enough. A sliver of white lace, a brief glimpse, barely anything, but enough for him to see. His throat went dry.

Elvis turned just in time to find Jerry’s eyes flicker downward. It wasn’t intentional, it was just a glance, a moment of instinct. But it didn’t matter. Before Jerry’s brain could even process what his eyes had landed on, Elvis moved fast.

His hand shot out, grabbing Jerry’s jaw with an iron grip, turning his face so sharply it was almost comical.

Elvis gave him A big, bright, charmingly terrifying smile. The kind that should’ve been friendly but somehow made every hair on Jerry’s body stand up.

“Look at me, son of a bitch” Elvis murmured smoothly, his voice low and calm.

Jerry, frozen, tried to lean back, but Elvis’s grip tightened.

“Oh no, don’t you even think about lookin’ anywhere else.”

The room hadn’t even noticed. Elvis knew exactly how to play the game. He didn’t need to raise his voice and make a scene. If he did, everyone would turn around and see you at your most vulnerable.

Charlie was still cracking jokes, Sonny and Red completely oblivious to the hostage situation happening in the middle of the room were still laughing about something unrelated.

But Jerry was in hell.

“E…” he choked, his voice strangled.

Elvis tilted his head slightly, his expression still sickeningly pleasant.

“You see somethin’, Jer? Hm? Somethin’ interestin’ down there?”

Then, you turned around. And what you saw made no sense: Elvis, gripping Jerry’s face, staring him down. Jerry, half-strangled and wide-eyed, trying to yank himself free.

You frowned, holding the cigar in your hand. “What’s going on?”

Elvis let go immediately, stepping back like nothing had happened, clearing his throat “Nothin’, sugar. Just teachin’ Jerry some damn manners.”

Jerry scoffed, rubbing his jaw, looking completely betrayed. Elvis ignored him, turning his attention back to you.

You hesitated before stepping closer, handing him the cigar. Elvis took it from you smoothly, his fingers grazing yours, lingering just a second too long. Then, he leaned in so close that you felt the warmth of his breath against your cheek. His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Lesson number two, honey.” He said smirking,

“If you’re gonna bend over in a dress… bend your knees”

Your face burned as the realization slammed into you like a freight train.Elvis just watched you while litting the cigar, waiting for you to say something.

Finally, you managed to find your voice. “I…I wasn’t thinking.”

“I know, darlin’.” His voice was smooth. “That’s why I’m here. Gotta teach you these things, don’t I?��

Your stomach flipped violently. You knew he was just messing with you. That this was probably all a joke to him. But God, why did it feel like something else?

Elvis knew the second the words left his mouth that he shouldn’t have said it like that. The words had slipped out too smooth, carrying a weight he hadn’t intended and that’s what unsettled him the most.

Not wanting to show any regret, he adjusted himself effortlessly, his expression smoothing over as if it were just another casual conversation.

With a slow exhale, he flicked the ash from his cigar into the ashtray and turned lazily toward the tailor.

“Hey” he drawled, his voice light and unconcerned. “Go on ‘n measure her next.”

The tailor looked at him, surprised.

“Mr. Presley, I have a full schedule…” he said, rubbing his temples.

“Ain’t no problem, sir. I’ll pay ya” Elvis interrupted smoothly and calm.

You blinked, completely caught off guard.

“Wait, what?”

Elvis curved his lips into a small smile, finally looking at you.

“Time to get ya something nice, sugar.”

Still confused, you hesitated before stepping onto the platform. The tailor muttered a few curses under his breath but pulled out the measuring tape anyway.

Elvis leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, his gaze scanning you from head to toe in quiet thought.

“Let’s keep goin’ with the lesson” he started, taking a drag of his cigar. “No more little girl dresses. You’re a woman now.”

You hesitated, embarrassed to admit it, but you said it anyway.

“I don’t pick my own clothes…”

Elvis had suspected as much. His smirk faded just a touch.

“Well, there’s your first mistake” He exhaled through his nose, tapping his cigar against the ashtray. “A woman’s gotta take initiative. If you want somethin’, you ask for it. You go get it”

You hesitated. “Like what?”

Elvis smirked again, tilting his head.

“You tell me, honey.”

You bit your lip, thinking. Then, suddenly, an idea sparked in your mind.

“Can I throw a party?”

Elvis’s eyebrows lifted, impressed. Then, a slow, approving smile spread across his face.

“Now we’re talking,” he nodded, his gaze warming. “Hell yeah, sugar. Throw a party. Invite your friends. I’ll help you, but you’re the one who decidin’ how you want it.”

Your smile widened, excitement bubbling inside you.“Really?”

“As long as nobody gets hurt…” he joked.

You barely heard him, your mind already racing with plans. You had never been allowed to throw a party before. But then, another thought formed in your mind. A test.

“Can I invite my ex?”

Elvis’s expression didn’t change immediately. His smirk was still there, but the lines around his mouth tensed ever so slightly.

Jerry, who had been lounging lazily, suddenly straightened up. He slowly turned his head toward Elvis, raising his eyebrows in a silent You’re gonna let that bastard in here?

“Well, boss,” Jerry muttered, tilting his head and crossing his arms, “Finally, we’ll give our guns a good use.”

Elvis let out a laugh. The tension in the air instantly dissipated as he grinned. “Damn, Jerry,” he muttered, still chuckling. Then, his gaze slid back to you, lazy and unreadable.

“Well” he said, his smirk deepening, “why not? Let’s show him what he’s missin’.”

Your insides twisted with nerves.

Elvis leaned back again, watching your reaction closely. You stared at him, searching his face for a sign to tell you that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want you to invite your ex.

But he didn’t hesitate, didn’t waver. That was all you needed. The excitement in your chest cooled, settling into something steadier, more logical. There’s nothing going on here, you thought. If there was, he would’ve said no. But he didn’t. Because it didn’t matter to him. You realized he was just helping you. Teaching you. Nothing more.

“Tell ya what, sugar,” he said, interrupting your thoughts. “Tonight, some friends of mine are comin’ around.” He took another slow drag of his cigar, then exhaled lazily. “Couple of girls too. If you wanna see what I’m talkin’ about, how they take initiative, you stick around. Observe.”

You blinked, thrown off for a second, but then nodded. You were willing to change.

“Good” he murmured. “Consider it part of your lesson, honey.”

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The Den had a magic of its own, wild and untamed, like stepping into a private little jungle where anything could happen. Smoke curled lazily through the air, drifting from the cigarettes in the guys’ hands, mingling with the heavy scent of bourbon. Elvis’s music hummed through the speakers, low and smooth, filling the room.

The guys sprawled across the furry couches and chairs, drinks in hand, laughing as they dissected harmonies, debating arrangements like it was life or death. If someone caught a note they didn’t like, Elvis would stop the song, rewind it, and listen again, his brow furrowed as he focused intently.

You sat on the edge of one of the couches, your heart racing with excitement.

This was it.Your first adult gathering.

No kiddie stuff, no games, no one telling you to run along. You were here, right in the heart of it all. Confidence buzzed through you, and it wasn’t just that.

Elvis had smiled at you a few times, catching your eye from across the room, giving you that familiar, soft grin. Like he saw you, but as someone who belonged here, with them. It made your chest flutter.

But then…

The drinks started to get refilled. Again. And again. And slowly, the room shifted.

The guys leaned back deeper into the couches, their voices dropping lower, their laughter rougher. Jokes became quieter, the kind that made them smirk and glance around before saying them out loud. The women giggled, hiding their laughter behind delicate hands, their eyes sparkling with amusement.

You smiled along, pretending to understand, but the edges of the conversation were starting to slip away from you.

You hadn’t noticed it at first, but your fingers had been nervously twisting the hem of your skirt, folding and unfolding it, a subtle sign of how out of place you were starting to feel.

The confidence that had buzzed in your chest earlier now felt thinner, stretched.

That’s when it hit you. You were caught somewhere in between. Too old to be off playing with Lisa, but too young for this.

Your heart started to race, a tightness curling in your chest.

You needed to do something.

Okay… initiative. Women should have initiative.

Elvis’s words echoed in your mind.

You took a breath, your hands still shaking slightly, and crossed the room with as much confidence as you could fake.

Your eyes landed on Jerry.

He was sitting a bit away from the others on the farthest sofa, half-listening to the conversation but clearly lost in his own thoughts, swirling a glass lazily in his hand.

Perfect.

You walked right up to him and sat down at his side, close enough for it to feel intentional.

Jerry blinked, his brow lifting slightly in surprise. But then, a small, approving smile spread across his face.

“Hey, kid,” he said, his voice low, almost drowned out by the hum of music.

You smiled back, though your heart was still racing. “Hey.”

Jerry took a sip of his drink, studying you for a moment. “You doin’ alright?”

You nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was true. Your eyes flicked to the glass in his hand.

“What’s that?” you asked, trying to shift the conversation.

He smirked. “Trouble.”

You hesitated, feeling the knot of nerves in your stomach, but then the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I wanna try.”

Jerry chuckled. “I don’t know about that. E’s got eyes everywhere.”

You glanced back at Elvis.

He was laughing at something one of the women had whispered in his ear, his arm stretched lazily across the back of the couch, completely relaxed, completely oblivious to you.

“He’s busy” you muttered under your breath.

Jerry followed your gaze, his expression softening just slightly before he sighed and handed you the glass.

“Alright. One sip.”

You took it, feeling the cool weight of it in your hands.

It smelled sharp, smoky, and sweet all at once. You took a cautious sip.

The burn hit instantly. It was sharp and bitter, searing down your throat as you coughed, your eyes watering.

You shoved the glass back at Jerry, your voice hoarse.

“That’s disgusting.” You said wiping your mouth with your hand.

Jerry laughed, shaking his head. “Welcome to adulthood.”

You laughed weakly and as you handed Jerry’s glass back, still coughing from the sharp burn of the whiskey, a soft, sultry voice slipped into the space between you.

“Well, well… what do we have here?”

You turned to see a brunette woman in a sleek black dress approaching. Without hesitation, she slid onto the couch between you and Jerry, the slit in her dress parting to reveal a smooth stretch of thigh. Her sweet perfume wrapped around you instantly.

She leaned back, resting one arm behind Jerry, her dark eyes flickering between the two of you with a slow, teasing smirk.

“I heard from your uncle,” she began, her voice thick with honeyed amusement, “that you wanna grow up.”

Your breath caught in your throat, heat rushing to your cheeks.

She chuckled, watching the way you fidgeted, then slid her fingers up Jerry’s arm, her nails grazing his sleeve as if you weren’t even there.

“And you… you’re sitting here acting all protective” she purred to Jerry, her voice low and sultry, “but I bet you’re dying to know what she tastes like… aren’t you?”

Jerry stiffened, acting like he didn’t care, but still didn’t speak.

But before you could process her words, the brunette turned her gaze back to you, her voice softening into a silky whisper.

“Let me give you a little tip, honey” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Make sure you’re wearing nice lingerie… because once your panties are removed, you’ll want him to remember every inch.”

As the words left her lips, your heart pounded wildly in your chest, but your mind drifted straight to Elvis.You couldn’t help it.

Your eyes found him across the room, surrounded by women, his laughter spilling out easily, that effortless charm radiating from him. One of the blondes leaned into him, her fingers grazing his chest, and he smirked completely relaxed, completely at ease.

Your breath hitched, your cheeks burning as you imagined him hearing the brunette’s words. Imagined him looking at you like that, seeing you that way.

The thought was dizzying and entirely too much.

You didn’t even notice Jerry’s fist tightening beside you.

“That’s enough,” Jerry muttered, his voice rough and strained.

But the brunette only laughed softly, brushing her fingers one last time along Jerry’s shoulder before standing. She smirked at you, her eyes filled with something wicked.

“Good luck, sweetheart” she purred, before sauntering away, her hips swaying as she headed back toward Elvis.

You sat there, your mind spinning, heart racing, the brunette’s words echoing over and over.

Jerry cleared his throat beside you. “Don’t… don’t listen to her” he mumbled, but his voice was tight, uneasy.

But you weren’t listening to him. His words faded into the background, drowned out by the pounding in your chest and the thoughts swirling in your mind.

What if you stayed until the end of the night?

What if you waited until everyone left? Until the women were gone, the drinks dried up, and it was just the two of you alone, like last night in the kitchen. That moment had been quiet and intimate, like you had gotten to see a side of him no one else did. You wanted that again. Needed it.

You shifted on the couch, forcing yourself to sound casual.

“Shall we play chess?” you asked Jerry, glancing at the small table in the corner.

Jerry blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift, but then sighed, giving you a half-smile. “Sure, kid.”

You moved to the chess table, settling into the seat opposite him. The pieces were already set up, and Jerry lazily began sliding a pawn forward, not fully paying attention. His eyes drifted between the board and the conversations happening behind you.

Time passed, the murmur of voices blending with music still humming through the speakers. Jerry moved his pieces slowly, half-heartedly, while you tried to focus on the game.

You could hear the soft giggles, the sweet murmurs from the other side of the room. You tried not to look, but you couldn’t help it.

There he was.

Elvis, surrounded by the women. One of the blondes leaned in, peppering soft kisses along his jawline, while another whispered in his ear. He smiled lazily, eyes half-lidded, soaking in the attention.

A sharp pang of something hot and heavy twisted in your chest.

You hated that they were touching him so easily, kissing him so freely, like it was nothing.

For once, you wanted to be one of the women who could sit so close, touch him, make him laugh.

You moved a pawn forward, hands trembling slightly. Jerry noticed but didn’t say anything.

Minutes ticked by, the laughter behind you louder now, the room warmer, the air thicker.

Your eyelids grew heavy.

You tried to fight it, tried to stay awake, stay there, wait until the moment was right, but your body was betraying you.

Your chin dipped, and your eyes fluttered shut for a second too long.

Then a hand landed gently on your shoulder, startling you awake. You blinked, looking up.

It was him.

Elvis stood over you, his brow raised, but there was a softness in his expression though it didn’t hide the authority in his voice.

“Sugar, it’s late. Time for bed.”

Your heart raced.He wanted you gone. but you frowned, not wanting to lose your chance.

“I’m not tired” you lied, sitting up straighter.

Elvis chuckled under his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Honey, you’re fallin’ asleep at the table.”

You clenched your fists, your chest tightening. “I wanna stay… with Jerry.” You lied again.

Jerry expression went blank. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, uncomfortable with the growing tension.

Elvis’s easy smile faltered for a moment. He exchanged a glance with Jerry. A silent conversation passing between them.

But then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Suit yourself, darlin’…”

And just like that, he walked away, back to his spot on the couch, where the women were still waiting for him, their hands reaching out the moment he sat down.

You watched him for a beat longer, your chest aching, before your eyelids grew too heavy again.

Minutes passed. Your limbs grew heavier, exhaustion creeping in. You stopped playing chess, and sit next to Jerry. Then, exhaustion won. Your body went heavy, your head tilting against Jerry’s arm.

Jerry tensed slightly, glancing down at you. Your breathing was slow, steady, your lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. He exhaled through his nose, shifting just enough to let you rest more comfortably against him.

Jerry felt Elvis approach before he even heard him. He didn’t bother looking up, already knowing what was coming.

“I’ll take her” Elvis said flatly, his voice low but tight.

Jerry’s jaw clenched, his gaze still fixed on the chessboard. “It’s okay. I’ll take her,” he replied, his tone calm but firm.

But Elvis didn’t back down. “I said I’ll take her.”

Now Jerry finally looked up, meeting Elvis’s hard stare. “What the hell’s goin’ on, E? Why’re you so pissed?”

Elvis’s jaw flexed, his blue eyes sharp. “She’s my niece.”

Jerry scoffed, the bitterness in his voice clear. “Yeah? Now she is?”

Elvis’s nostrils flared, but he didn’t respond. His eyes flicked down to you, still asleep on Jerry’s shoulder.

Jerry hesitated, glancing down at you as well, peaceful, unaware of the storm above. He sighed deeply, realizing this wasn’t a fight worth dragging on.

“Fine” he muttered under his breath, but his glare didn’t soften. Gently, he lifted you from his shoulder and passed you into Elvis’s arms.

Before letting go, Jerry spoke quietly, his words like a punch to the gut.

“She didn’t wanna leave because she thought maybe you’d give a damn.”

Elvis didn’t respond, but the weight of Jerry’s words landed hard. He cradled you gently against his chest, his grip tighter than before, and turned toward the stairs.

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It was 5 a.m. The only sound in Elvis’s room was his labored breathing. He was kneeling on the mattress, his soft length in hand, stroking it furiously as his balls bounced in a desperate rhythm. Sweat dripped down his temples, his chest rising and falling with shaky, heavy breaths. His jaw was clenched tight, face fixed on the ceiling, brow furrowed with closed eyes, forcing himself to focus, to stay present.

Come on. Goddammit.

But no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept slipping away… to the other room, to you.

He had left you in your room not long ago, and finally, for a moment, he had been able to look at your face, sleeping peacefully after the long, strange night. Your lips slightly parted, your chest rising and falling with each soft breath. You looked so innocent… so safe.

He had wanted to stay there longer, just watching you sleep, but he couldn’t. It would’ve been suspicious, especially if they were waiting for him in the Den. Someone was always waiting. So, he forced himself to walk away.

But what really haunted him, what twisted deep inside, was what had happened before.

Seeing you curled up asleep in Jerry’s arms, your head resting on his shoulder, like he was the one you trusted the most… that stirred something dark within him.

“What’s happening to me?” he asked himself, his throat tightening.

Then Jerry’s words echoed in his mind, sharp and cruel:

“She didn’t wanna leave because she thought maybe you’d give a damn.”

The guilt gnawed at him. He had been avoiding you on purpose. Convincing himself it was for the best. That putting distance between you was what you needed.

He wasn’t a good influence. And deep down, he knew none of this was right.

In front of him, two naked women lay on the bed, watching him with hungry eyes. One of them, the blonde one giggled, cutting through the suffocating silence.

“You’ve been at that forever, baby,” she murmured as she slid closer, her nails dragging down his sweaty back.“I can help you.”

The brunette stretched lazily over the pillows, a mocking smile on her face as she watched him.

“I think someone’s distracted,” she teased.“Thinking about something… or someone.”

Elvis’s shoulders tensed, his lips pressed into a thin line.

The brunette’s grin widened, sensing his discomfort.

“I talked to your niece earlier. She’s so sweet. All shy, all innocent, but you could tell… she was dying for a little attention.”

Elvis opened his eyes and glanced at them, letting the blonde continue running her hands over his body, her lips brushing his neck.

The brunette’s grin widened, sensing the tension. “I thought she was drooling over you at first, but then I saw her with Jerry. The way she was leaning into him? Practically in his lap. Bet she was wondering what it would feel like to have him touch her. Maybe hoping he’d slide his hands up that little dress.”

Elvis’s breath hitched, guilt flaring into something hotter, rage.

But the brunette leaned forward, her smirk sharp as a knife. “I bet she was wet for him. Sitting there, pretending to play innocent, but hoping Jerry would just lose control. You think he thought about it? What it would be like to spread her open, right there on the couch? I bet he did.”

That was it.

Elvis’s body tensed like a spring ready to snap. But instead of shouting, he took a sharp breath, forcing his voice to stay even, but cold.

“Alright now, ladies,” he drawled, his voice low but firm. “I think it’s time y’all got goin’”

The two women blinked, clearly not expecting that. The brunette, however, chuckled, pushing further. “Oh, come on, Elvis. Don’t tell me you’re upset. I’m just having some fun.”

He turned then, his blue eyes sharp but calm, though the rage was bubbling beneath the surface. “Ain’t nothin’ funny ‘bout that. Not one bit.”

The room grew tense, but he held his composure.

“Get dressed” he added, his voice still soft, but his jaw clenched so tightly it was a miracle the words came out at all.

The brunette narrowed her eyes but stood, grabbing her clothes, her movements sharp. “Guess we hit a nerve,” she muttered under her breath.

Elvis didn’t respond, didn’t even look at them as they gathered their things. But when they reached the door, the brunette hesitated, throwing him one last glance.

“You’ll break, Elvis,” she taunted. “You will.”

The door slammed behind them, the sound echoing through the now suffocatingly empty room.

Elvis stood there, breathing hard, sweat pouring down his face, his hands shaking uncontrollably. The silence pressed in on him, heavier than ever.

He staggered back and collapsed onto the bed, naked and raw, sweat slicking his skin as he lay there, fists clenched in his damp black hair. His heart was pounding out of control.

A bitter, hollow laugh escaped his throat before he muttered, voice rough and low,

“‘Course I fuckin’ gave a damn.”

Part 4 here!

Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @iloveelvisss ❤️

[jhoneybees]

Deep blue oceans

Heyyyy loveliesss🤭 Here's another blurb, probably doesn't make sense but I hope you like it! I got the inspiration from watching this tiktok and lord did it get me in my feels-

The tiktok:

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSj4oVqDX/

Characters: Late 70s!Elvis X reader

Warnings/triggers: Angst, fear of being the one people are angry at, crying, loss of loved one, divorce, life pretty much being ripped away, mention of God

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

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Everything is falling apart.

Everything that he tried to control, everyone he tried to please, every emotion he tried to keep stable is all falling apart.

He disappointed the colonel.

He disappointed his daddy.

He disappointed his fans.

Elvis doesn’t know what to do anymore, he’s hiding in the bathroom wanting to get away from all the arguing. He’s crying, sobbing, shaking, lightheaded, he’s a mess. His life is a mess.

His beloved Mama died because she got worried. Drinking and worrying about him when he was away in the army and the woman he thought loved him, ran away to that guy. Taking his baby, taking the love of his life away with her and the Press, digging for every detail of his life, the life he wants private, It’s hurting him so much but he’s in too deep to realize. You know though.

Elvis just wants to make everyone happy, bring joy into people’s lives and sing until he can’t no more. You know that’s what he wants because that’s his life purpose he tells you, it’s what God planned. God planned for him to entertain.

And from that first moment you met him, seeing that cheeky lopsided grin and dirty blond hair you knew straight away he was special. You were young, 18 but you knew. You remember 19 year old him telling you all the things he wanted to do, all the things to make his Mama and Daddy proud and it still brings a weak smile to your heart.

All Elvis wanted, all this little boy from Tupelo wanted was to bring smiles to people’s faces, to save the world like the superhero he doesn’t know he is.

“Elvis…” You call out just above a whisper, delicately picking his face up into your hands. Wiping the tears off of his puffy red cheeks, you purse your lips at the sight of him sobbing here on the tiled bathroom floor in his white jumpsuit that hugs him almost uncomfortably, his blue eyes staring up at you, frightened. Scared of what is going to happen and that rips you apart because those are the same eyes that once looked at you with the most excitement you have ever seen, eager to know what is going to happen. The pair of eyes that give you reassurance when you feel down, the orbs that show bravery and joy, the deep blue oceans that tell you the most world-shattering story.

Every. Single. Time.

“I can’t do this a-a-any-anymore, Y/n, I’ve made everyone mad.” He stutters, a deep voice whimpering into your warm shoulder as your hand goes into his hair, massaging his scalp.

“I’m not mad at you.” You comfort.

He shakes his head. “I-I-I didn’t do anythin’ jus’- jus’ wanted ta-”

You shush him, gently. “I know, baby…”

Wrapping your arms around his head to encourage him to lean on you, a sigh flowing from your lips as his hands grip onto your tear stained nightie, burying his wet face under your jaw. “You just want to make everyone happy…”

He nods, quietly.

“Jus- w-wanted ta make everyone happy…”

[dreamingofep]

Forbidden Love pt. 4💔❣️

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Reuniting with Elvis was supposed to be the highlight of your summer, but with unresolved tensions between you two, things aren't what they seem. Fem! reader]

TW: Cussing, SMUTT!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Hello everyone! Hello everyone!! Hope you are ready for some steaminess from these two! There’s so much more to uncover but I thought I’d let them enjoy themselves before real life comes crashing down 😝 Enjoy this next bit, we’re starting off with some smut!😏

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Your heart pounded against your rib cage, nerves rattling your bones. You could sense Elvis was nervous too as he walked slowly and squeezed your hand tightly. You both finally reach the back bedroom and he walks in first, closing the door softly behind you. He looks at you so lovingly and empathetically. Your heart soars the way he’s looking at you. It did feel like it was eleven years ago. This was exactly how you wanted it to go. You wanted those heated stares to only build and have him take you into his bedroom, taking care of every carnal desire.

He turns on a lamp on the side of the bed, giving the room a soft light. His bedroom was spacious and decorated pretty simply. He wasn’t at this house very often so it made sense he only had the basics in here. But so much of it reminded you of Graceland. He still had stacks of books on the side of his bed and various pictures on the dresser. It smelled like him even. That warm, clean musk scent has you feeling intoxicated just being here.

He takes a few steps closer to you, snapping you out of your meandering thoughts, and wraps you in his arms. He felt so warm and loving like there was nowhere else he would rather be. He pressed his body to yours and you can feel his hard length press into your tummy. You take in a sharp breath when you feel him and grab onto his waist, wanting to be as close as possible to him. He felt too good and your body ached for him already.

You look up at him with pleading eyes, needing his lips on yours again. He happily obliges and kisses you with the most intense energy. You feel on fire as your hands scratch along his back and more wetness pools in your panties. You needed to feel more of him. You discovered this new need to feel his skin on yours. You briefly break the kiss to unbutton his shirt.

Quickly ripping off his shirt, you gently touch his tan chest and feel the soft hairs on it. He sighs into your touch and tilts your head up to look at him. His hands softly brush against your arms and he starts to carefully turn you around.

You face a large mirror and stare at your reflection then look back at Elvis. He has one of his arms wrapped around the front of your waist, keeping you pressed against him. His other hand slowly pulls the zipper on the back of your dress. You shiver as the cool air hits your back. The dress slowly falls off your frame and leaves you in nothing but your panties. You look at Elvis in the mirror and watch how his eyes drink you in, how he bites his bottom lip and glides his hands up your body. You let out a breathy sigh as you feel him touch you more. His large hands squeeze your breasts and you let out a soft moan. His cock pressed into your backside as he does this and you like it all too much. He teases your hardened nipples, sending zings of pleasure through you.

He turns you around again to face him and his eyes have this drunken look, a similar one he gave you that night as he was about to kiss you at the piano bench.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

You feel your cheeks flush again, not feeling like you deserve such praise coming from him.

He moves back toward the bed and you follow without hesitation. It felt like you two were magnets, you couldn’t pull away from him for too long because you were longing to be close again. He pulls you into his arms again and ravages your neck with kisses. It felt too good to be true. You were dreaming of this moment.

He carefully picks you up and sets you down in the middle of the bed. He admires you lying there and crawls on top of you. He starts to kiss up and down your body, setting you ablaze. He starts with your legs, inching up closer and closer to your dripping core. You can feel his breath come dangerously close as he takes his time teasing the soft skin on your inner thighs. You couldn’t get enough of that tongue of his. You wanted him to eat you again if he obliged.

His soft lips were marking every square inch of you with his kisses. You had never experienced such affection. He was so good at taking his time and making you feel cared for. He hooks his fingers on the side of your panties and pulls them off of you.

Your heart pounds in your ears as you lay there completely naked. You look up at him and he stares at you in awe once again. You feel your cheeks redden more, not being able to handle him looking at you like this. He can tell you’re feeling insecure and washes those worries away with more kisses. The distraction works because that’s all you want from him; more and more kisses from those beautiful lips.

It felt like time floated by slowly with him, you could have sworn you had been kissing in bed like this for hours. You could barely catch your breath and your body felt like it was about to fall apart. Your hands continue to roam his body, loving how smooth and toned his back felt. You couldn’t wait any longer, you wanted to touch him somewhere… somewhere only intoxicated you would dare touch. You were in such dire need of him, you had to be this forward.

Your hand slides down to the front of his body and past his belt. You freeze when you go to rub his cock through his pants. The heat that came off of him was so intense and the size of him…

He groans when he feels you rub him through his pants. You tear your lips from him and look at him helplessly. He has the same look on his face as your hand kept moving on him. His hips buck into your palm when you rub the tip of him. The sounds he was making from this were driving you insane, you didn’t want to stop making him feel this good.

He gives you one more passionate kiss before getting off the bed. You want to run and hide from him looking at your naked body like this but you have this unwavering trust in him. You sit up a bit, wanting to get a better view of him. His fingers unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down.

He lets his pants hit the floor and your cheeks somehow turn a darker shade of red. Your whole body felt on fire as you looked at him. Dear God, how could one man look this good? Everything about him was perfection and you couldn’t help but stare. He was so tall and slender, nothing about this man was off-putting.

Your eyes wander down to see his length and you bite your lip to hide the moan you wanted to let out. Fuck, you wanted him. You had never wanted a man this desperately in your entire life. But everything about him was drawing you in and making you beg for him. If you weren’t so timid, you would drop to your knees in front of him and worship him in a way you had only fantasized about.

He has a smug look on his face, watching how you’re barely able to breathe just looking at his cock.

“What is it, honey? Your cheeks are redder than cherries,” he teases.

You shake your head, “Oh it’s n-nothing,” you try to say convincingly.

He crawls back on the bed, spreading your legs back open for him to get in between.

“Are you sure about that? You’re not thinkin’ dirty thoughts are ya?” He prods.

“Oh no I would never,” you say as you wrap your hand around his cock. He takes a sharp breath in as he feels you pump it slowly in your hand.

“Mhmm…not wondering what my cock would feel like inside of you hmm?” He groans as he pushes the tip of his cock through your folds.

Your eyes roll back when you feel him, “God,” you whimper.

He lets out a pleased hum and squeezes your breasts in his hands before licking your nipples. A bolt of pleasure pulses through you the more he touches you. His mouth sucks on your breasts, making your back arch off of the bed as he leaves little red marks on them.

He works his way up to your face again, peppering kisses on your cheeks and lips. He moves his hips subtly, coating his length in your wetness. You look into his eyes and see how badly he wants you. Your nerves make you feel on edge, you can barely breathe. God only knows how long it has been since a man made love to you. On top of that, this was Elvis you were going to do it with. You were so incredibly nervous about it all now that you’re seconds away from having him. You wanted it to be good for him, you didn’t want him to regret anything.

“Elvis,” you whimper.

He continues to kiss you, barely stopping to answer you, “What baby?” He murmurs, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. You groan loudly, relishing how good he feels.

“We- we can’t… We can’t do this, we’re gonna get caught,” you say trying to reason with yourself but instantly regret the words that came out of your mouth. You needed him more than anything. Fuck it all, you wanted Elvis more than you could have thought possible.

He stops kissing you and looks into your eyes, serious and concerned.

“We don’t have to honey, it’s okay,” he says gently, caressing your flushed face.

You pull his hair and try to get him closer, “No, please. I want you, I want you so bad,” you moan. He gives you a slight smile and sighs contently before kissing you again.

He can feel your body tremble underneath him, nervous and enticing all at the same time. You grab onto his hips and encourage him to move. He guides his cock to your entrance and pushes his length slowly inside of you. You squeezed around him at first, not prepared for what he felt like. But oh God he felt like heaven. You had never experienced such a feeling. The way your walls hugged him tightly and you became more relaxed and wet with each movement.

He held onto your hips tight, groaning as he moved slowly. You look into each other’s eyes, both having a similar look of pleasure. You had never experienced such feelings. This was all so overwhelming to you and you couldn’t get enough of him. You look where you both are connected and see your slick coating his cock with every thrust. He was taking his time and letting you adjust to his size. Your breathing becomes more ragged and you want him to move more. You wanted to know what more of him would feel like inside of you.

You buck your hips up and take more of him. You both gasp out, not prepared for such a feeling. There was a searing pleasure that built inside of you as he stuffed you even more. It was all too much but you never wanted him to stop.

“God baby,” he groans softly. He grabs ahold of your leg, pushing up toward your chest and swiveling his hips into you more.

You grasp onto his arms, needing to hold onto him to ground you to this moment. He moved his hips so easily. It reminded you of how he used to move on stage in the 50s and drive the girls absolutely wild. How they would try to rip off his clothes to have a piece of him and scream his name so loud. Now you were that girl that was ripping off his clothes and screaming his name.

“You feel so good,” you moan as he starts to move faster.

He loves hearing that from you as a smirk forms on his face because of it.

“Good baby, so damn wet for me.” He grunts with a snap of his hips. Your eyes roll back as you feel him fill you more, how there was this spot inside of you that had you begging for release.

You plead for him to keep going, you were all too close and about to come apart. He takes one of your hands that is holding onto the bed sheets and guides it down to your aching bud. You look up at him a little shocked, this was something you never thought of before. He helps you push your fingers on your clit and rub it in focused circles.

“Touch yourself, baby. Feels even better now hmm?” He asks.

You moan in agreement as you close your eyes and nod your head. It felt better than you could have imagined. You had never experienced pleasure like this and loved every second of it. His hips moved faster causing you to look back up at him.

His hair stuck to his forehead and a pearl of sweat ran down his temples. His jaw fell slack as he fucked you harder and watched you touch yourself. Jesus he looked good like this, so focused and also on the cusp of falling apart himself. Your other hand still holds onto his arm, feeling your orgasm about to come crashing down on you.

“Honey, I-,” you can barely squeak out.

“I know honey, I know. Come for me, I’m close too,” he tells you. He moves his hips the only way he can and pounds into you harder, leaving you breathless. You barely recognize yourself as you’re begging for him to make you come. Before you know it, you feel your body tense and your walls squeeze around him. You gasp for breath as you feel your pleasure skyrocketing. Your entire body tingles as you moan for him to keep going. He groans deeply as he feels you squeeze his cock over and over.

“Goddamn baby, fuck,” he growls through his teeth, fucking you through your orgasm.

You can’t help but cry out his name like your saving grace. He likes the sound of it too as his lips purse into a smile while he watches his cock fill you to the brink. You had never felt this good, never been taken care of this way. You were used to disappointment with sex but this, this was not disappointment. This was something so much better. He knew what he was doing and was enjoying it as much as you were.

His hips began to stutter and his breathing became more labored as his eyebrows furrowed. You stare at him wide-eyed, loving how he looks pussy-drunk on you and desperate for release. You grab onto his hips and thrust your hips up to meet his. You grind yourself at the base of his cock and he makes the most delicious groan. It makes your toes curl and your pussy squeeze around him again.

“Fucking hell baby,” he says exasperated, his face washed over with pleasure.

He grunts as he pulls out of you, leaving you aching for him. He wraps his hand around his cock and starts to pump it vigorously. You helplessly watch him groan with his cock in his hand and love how he lets his head fall back as pleasure consumes him. He comes hard and fast, his white seed coating your tummy.

You watch in shock, you had never had a man do that to you and frankly, it was undeniably attractive. His hand slows and he heaves for breath as the last few drops of his release come out of him. He was spent and squeezing your thigh tightly trying to bring himself down.

He lays himself beside you, bringing you closer to lay your head on his chest. He gives the top of your head kisses and holds onto you tightly as if you were going to fly away. You both lay there in silence for a while, the only sound is from your labored breaths. His fingertips trace the curve of your hip and up to your breasts. Every touch from him had you reeling for another from him. He made you feel at peace and yet you still had this unexplained energy that had you acting like a mumbling schoolgirl in front of him.

“Was that alright for you darlin’?” he asks gently after a long silence.

You nod your head, “yes. More than alright,” you squeak out.

“Good honey,” he says sweetly. “Sorry for the mess,” he quips smugly as his fingers slowly trail down past your breasts and makes you look down at your tummy.

You scoff slightly, he wasn’t sorry at all but you didn’t care.

“Mhmm,” you say softly.

After some time, he gets up to grab you a towel and cleans you up. You look at him in amazed still. Was this real? Did that really just happen? The one thing you wanted was Elvis’ attention and you got so much more than that this evening. What started out with raging anger toward him and how he was treating you, soon turned into blinding, burning lust for one another.

It was just the heat of the moment, your body betrayed any logical thoughts and you both got so caught up in it all. You can’t help but wonder if that night eleven years ago turned out differently, would you find yourself in this position? If he didn’t tell you no would things be very different now? All these hypothetical scenarios swarmed your head and made you want to go back in time to fix it all. Maybe you wouldn’t be married to John… maybe it would only be you and Elvis…

No. You can’t afford to think like that!

Elvis looks down at your worried face and tilts your head up to look at him.

“What’s goin’ on honey?” He asks.

“Nothing. Just overthinking things,” you quip.

You lift your head up off the pillow and see what time it is. It was almost ten and you panicked a little. It was getting late and you knew you had to go home before John got suspicious.

“Shit. Elvis, I gotta go. I’m sorry to rush out but I can’t stay,” you say in a hurry. You get off the bed and gather your discarded clothes and shoes. You start to slip your panties on when you feel Elvis walk up behind you. You shiver slightly as you turn to face him.

“Please,” he whimpers, “don’t run out honey. Can’t ya stay a lil longer?” He coos as he wraps his arms around your waist. You feel like putty in his hands and push yourself more into his body.

Damn it.

You sigh, “Elvis please, you know I can’t stay. This just can’t happen again.” You say but it comes out like a weak tease.

He caresses your face in his hand, memorizing every detail on your face.

“Okay, baby. Whatever you want. But if you ever… need me again, you know where I’ll be,” he says coyly.

Yes, I need you.

“Okay,” you say weakly.

You pull away from him and it feels torturous. You never wanted to leave his arms now that you know what it’s like to be in them. You wanted those arms to pull you in close as you rode him and have him make those delightful moans… Fuck you’re weak. You pull up your dress and he helps you zip it up, gently touching the curve of your back as he does so. It leaves you aching and you can’t help but lean into his touch.

Damn him, he was good. He was doing everything in his power to get you to stay.

Once your dress was on and you slipped into your heels, you pushed at his chest and pushed him backward until the back of his knees hit the bed. He looks at you a bit shocked, not expecting you to be so precocious.

“Stop being such a tease,” you scowl. He doesn’t take your tone as a threat, he sees it more like a challenge.

“Or what baby? You going to pin me to this bed and have your way with me?” He says acting oblivious. His hands brush up your thighs and squeeze at your hips, bringing you in between his legs. You can’t denounce how much you like the feeling of his hands on you and he knows it. His hands slide to your backside and grab a handful of your ass causing you to let out an airy moan. Your cheeks blush by this all and the very scandalous idea of pinning him to the bed and having him writhe under you.

Nope, not happening.

“Keep dreaming,” you tell him rolling your eyes. You quickly twist out of his grasp and head for the door. Your heels loudly click in the hallway and that makes the walk to the front door so much more menacing. You weren’t supposed to be here this late and were going to pray that the guys didn’t find it weird.

“Wait honey, you forgot somethin’,” Elvis bellows as he comes from the back bedroom. He only had his pants on and looked damn good. His hair was an absolute mess but it somehow made him more attractive. He quickly reaches you and pulls you close, pressing you up against him and kissing you with fervor.

Those lips were your new favorite thing. They were sweet and pillowy, making you want them to never stop touching your skin. Your hands instinctively tangle in his hair and you reach on your tippy toes to kiss him more. You felt on fire again as your tongue deepened the kiss. You were making this even harder for yourself. You had to stay away from Elvis or he was going to be doing this and have you begging for him in the bedroom again.

His hands roam your body once more and you knew you were in dangerous territory if you had his hands on you for a second longer. You quickly step back, both of you breathless.

“Elvis, I have to go,” you say weakly.

He nods his head at you, taking one last look at you standing there weak with need.

“Okay, darlin’. I’ll see you later,” he says like it’s a resolute fact.

You turn away from him and quickly walk outside, jumping in your car and going over the speed limit the whole way home.

*

You had to pray that John wasn’t in the mood to talk still. You didn’t know what to say to him honestly.

How was dinner?

Oh, I don’t know, I didn’t eat a thing but Elvis was starved.

You curse at yourself, hating that you found that slightly amusing. And the worse part, you didn’t feel bad for fucking Elvis. There was no ounce of regret. You loved it way too much.

You put the car in park and rush inside. The lamp was on in the living room but it was deathly quiet. You lock the door and decide to go to the bathroom and avoid John for as long as possible.

“Where you been,” you hear John’s voice say as you pass the bedroom.

Your heart drops, nerves shaking you from the inside out. You take a deep breath before turning back around and addressing John.

“I went to Elvis’ like I said,” you snap at him.

“And I’m sure he was in a shitty mood,” he grumbles.

“No he was actually quite pleasant to talk to,” you scowl.

The little talking we did was… nice I guess.

“That’s surprising,” he says annoyed.

“Whatever, I’m taking a shower,” you say walking away ticked off.

You lock the bathroom door and are thankful for the privacy. You knew you probably had Elvis’ cologne all over you and didn’t want to get questioned about that later. A warm shower would help clear your thoughts and make you feel better.

You reach behind you and pull down the zipper of your dress. You shrug the straps off your shoulders and let it pool at your feet. You pull your panties down too and see the evidence of how Elvis was making you feel during that ‘dinner.’

You’re about to open the shower door when you catch a glimpse of your reflection. Your breasts have light purple welts on the sides of them, probably only going to get darker tomorrow.

“Goddamn it Elvis,” you mutter under your breath. It wasn't like you walked around naked or anything. But the off chance that John saw you looking like this, it would cause a world of trouble.

Your fingertips trace each mark and can’t help but relive those moments you had together. How good his lips felt on you, his tongue taking care of every little desire that was in you. How those hands consumed your body and made you feel on fire. And how good you felt when you both were intertwined…

Shit. Stop daydreaming about it, you scold yourself.

Live with the memories of it, that’s all you can do. But with the ache that now resides in your core just thinking about Elvis, something tells you it’s going to be a really hard time to just move on.

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[elvisprettymama]

Im a fool

Warning: blood, violence, heavy threats, cussing, sex, angst

Y/n’s POV:

I woke up to see that Elvis wasn't in bed, so I put on my robe and made my way downstairs, I stopped midway because I heard colonel talking, "Listen to me boy, I don't care what shit your going thru....but one thing I care about is you getting up on that damn stage and performing" he said in creepy accent, I went down two steps to see Elvis crying and holding his head in the palm of his hands, it hurt me dearly to see him like this. "Get out" I say, colonel turns to me and walks towards me and he took his cigar out of his mouth, "shut up, ain't nobody talkin to you" he says blowing smoke in my face, I look over and see Elvis passed out on the couch,

“ELVIS, NO NO NO BABY STAY WITH ME PLEASE" I say crying while holding him, "CALL 911" I say sobbing "Just let em die....I only cared about the money" colonel says laughing, that was the finale straw, I got up and went to the kitchen and stabbed him. "Fuck...." "RED" "JOE" "SONNY" "VERNON" "HELP ME CALL 911" They all come running downstairs and see colonel on the floor and they see me with blood on my hands holding Elvis while crying, red walks over to me and pulls me off of Elvis, and they pick him up and put him in the car, "y/n what happened....did you stab colonel" red asks I nod and I start crying. They come back in and they get colonel in the car and they drive to the hospital, "red....let me go" i say clearly tired and done with everything. "No.....not until you be honest with me" red says "IM BEING HONEST" I say wiggling out of his arms, I ran upstairs and got Elvis some clothes and all his stuff, I got my clothes and stuff together in the same bag. I ran out of house and got in the Cadillac before red could stop me, I drove to the hospital and I got out and rushed inside,

“hi, I need to see Elvis Presley" I say frantically "yes he's in 406, and may I ask, you are you to him" "I'm his wife" I say, "ok" I walk into the room and drop the stuff and run over to him and caress his face while kissing him. I feel hands come up to my face and I smile knowing he's awake. "Hey pretty mama" he says in a weak voice, it hurt so bad but I sucked it up "hi baby....I did something bad" I say crying while holding his hand, "what'd you do baby" he asks me, "i-i stabbed colonel....he pushed me to my limit and I lost it" I say. Just as Elvis was about say something, Gladys walked in with the baby and she walked over to us and handed Elvis the babygirl. He smiled so much,

(At home)

Elvis’s POV:

I was singing to our babygirl, she was so small and fragile, I couldn't help but smile in awe as I danced with her on my shoulder. After a while she had fallen asleep, I went upstairs to Joe's room and put her in her crib, I kissed her forehead and I went to my room where y/n was waiting on me with a special matching bra/underwear set. 'god she looks so fuckin good' I thought to myself, I walked up to her and grabbed her waist pulling her in and kissing her passionately.

I tapped her leg signaling her to jump up, so she did and we made our way to the bed and I started kissing her neck, she moves her hand down towards my belt and she un locks my belt pulling it out of the loop. She flips me over and straddles me "woah pretty mama, what ya' doin" I say surprised "tonight's all about you baby" she says smiling, she goes down further and pulls my pants and my boxers down, my cock sprang out, I groaned at the cool air hitting my tip.

As I was about to say something I felt her take me all in, I groaned at the pleasure I felt from her mouth, "fuck babydoll your doing so good" I say, just as I was about to cum, colonel barges in and he's angry. She stops and says, "colonel how about we do a show in and hour ok" I was surprised but I was also mad because I couldn't orgasm. After that embarrassing moment we got up and took a shower.

Y/n’s POV:

I woke up, I walked over to the bathroom, I got in the shower and washed my hair. Elvis wasn't in the bed because he had gone to do a show and I was kinda early to go. I had finished, so I got some outfits out and I decided to go with the white pantsuit. I put on my lotion and my clothes and headed downstairs, "oh, good morning dear" Gladys greeted me "good morning ma" I said smiling. I ate a piece of bacon and I headed upstairs to our babygirls room but she wasn't in there. I ran back downstairs "where's babygirl" I asked Gladys,

“Oh, umm colonel came and got her, he said that he was going to take her to Elvis" she says confused. I run out of the house and get in my Cadillac and I speed to Elvis's show. I pulled up and I ran out, as I was running to Elvis's trailer I bumped into red. "Hey hey y/n what's wrong" red asks concerned"COLONEL TOOK MY BABY" I scream while crying, I fell and red caught me, I heard Elvis come running out his trailer. "Pretty mama what happened" "colonels got our babygirl" I say while crying. "I can't lose her, he already killed my brother" I say while crying.

“What do you mean" I was just about to explain when the paparazzi came towards us and colonel appeared. "Where is she" I asked while standing up straight, "doesn't matter" he says, everything goes silent "wow....I cannot believe you.... how about you tell everyone your little secret" I said while walking to him, "what secret" he says sweating, "you killed my brother.....I remember you....you came in my house and you told my brother, I'm gonna make you a star, and you turned to my momma and told her, your baby boys gonna be a star....you ruined my brother, my brother came home one night....

drunk out of his mind. I asked him what was wrong and he said you stole from him and you made him get rid of the woman he loved, you hooked my brother onto drugs, and when he finally stood up to you, you didn't like that....you hated that he had control over your money, so you killed him...you poisoned him. Now reach in your pocket and get it out" I say while crying, "I don't know what she's talking about everyone, s-shes delusional, she's emotional, and shes a fool”

He says while reassuring that everything this under control, "wow….IM SUCH A FOOL?!?!?!! GET THE BOTTLE OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN POCKET" I scream while crying, he freezes and takes the poison out of his pocket, "you were gonna kill Elvis....I know your game and I was gonna beat you at it" I walked over to Joe's trailer and went in and grabbed my babygirl out of her crib and walked out, "I set it all up, I made sure that the paparazzi and the policemen and everyone was here" I say while smiling, "you ruined my life now I'm gonna ruin yours, have fun in that "home" your gonna have" I say while walking to Elvis. "I'm tired.....can we go home please". I ask him, "yea pretty mama" we get in the car and we drive back home.