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hooked-on-elvis · 8 months ago
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October 17, 1970
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sissylittlefeather · 4 months ago
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Kinktober Day 17: Hand Worship
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Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, SMUT
Word Count: ~900
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It's like you're in a trance. You can't stop looking at his hands. Obviously, you love every part of him, but tonight you can't get over the length of his fingers and how he uses them on the guitar and even to gesture in the air. He's filming the sit down show for the Singer Special and you're in the audience. You can't believe you managed to get a spot in the crowd so close to the Elvis Presley, but you did, and now you're here, completely hypnotized by his hands. 
He notices the way you're looking at him, all dreamy-like and starry-eyed and has to suppress a laugh, settling instead for a mischievous grin. You're cute, in your little minidress and go-go boots, hair and makeup done perfectly. When he catches you biting your bottom lip, he makes a decision to find you after filming is finished. 
Next thing you know, you're in his dressing room while he takes a quick shower, washing off all the sweat from the leather suit. You nibble on your cuticle and look around the room, completely in awe that he picked you. He comes out in an ornate bathrobe, his hair still wet. 
“Sorry ‘bout that, darlin’. You alright?” He sits next to you on the little couch and you squeak some kind of confirmation that you're fine. Your eyes drift back to his hands again, now with the veins visible from the warmth of the water. A small whimper escapes your lips and he puts his hand under your chin to make you look into his face. “You're a quiet little thing, huh?”
You nod your head and he leans in, pressing his lips to yours softly. He hears you inhale sharply and pulls back, looking into your wide blinking eyes. 
“Okay, too much. We’ll go at your pace, baby. Where do you want to start?” 
You think for a minute and then pick up his right hand gently. He watches as you begin to massage it with your thumbs. After a few seconds of gentle rubbing, you pull his knuckles to your lips and start to press kisses on the back of his hand. Once you get started, your nerves relax and you settle into what you're doing. Without thinking, you slip your lips over his two middle fingers and pull them deep into your mouth. He groans and shakes his head a little. 
“Damn, darlin’.” You look up at him with his fingers in your mouth and push them further into your throat, so far that they'd hit your gag reflex if you had one. But you don't and he absolutely notices. “Fuck.” 
You give him his hand back and he lays you down gently on the little couch. For some reason, you're much more comfortable now. 
“You like my hands, baby?” 
“Yes.” You whisper, nodding. 
“She speaks! How much do you like my hands?” 
“Very much.” He runs his palm up your thigh and teases the edge of your panties. 
“Which part is your favorite?” More teasing. 
“I-I like your fingers.” 
“Oh?” He stops teasing and pushes your panties to the side, rubbing your arousal around in your folds. “You like my fingers? Let me show you what they can do.” 
He slides his long middle finger up inside you and you moan loudly, arching your back. He's surprised at the noise you make, but it turns him on to know he got a reaction where there was previously silence. You keep moaning as he pumps his finger in and out, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing lazy circles over it. He adds a second finger and curls them inside you and you gasp and damn near scream. Your hands are on his shoulders as you try to steady yourself while he works you with his fingers. He's playing you like a guitar and you're making nearly as much noise. 
“You like this, don't you baby?” He coos as he begins to kiss your neck and chest. You nod frantically. 
“Mhmmm.” 
“You gonna cum for me?” His voice is sticky sweet and smooth in your ear and you're so close to an orgasm it almost hurts. 
“Yes… don't stop!” He rubs his palm against your swollen bud as he curls his middle two fingers inside you again. 
“Come on, sweet thing. Show me how much you like my hands.” He nibbles on your earlobe and pumps his fingers again, his thumb flicking quickly across your clit. The pressure builds until you can't stand it anymore and the dam breaks. You sigh deeply and your whole body relaxes as your climax rushes through you like wildfire in your veins. He smiles as his hand becomes noticeably wetter and you thump and pulse around his fingers. When your clit softens, he pulls his hand back, licking his fingers. 
“Mmm, taste so sweet, darlin’.” You catch your breath and decide you don't have anything to lose. Your heart is pounding, but somewhere you find the courage to roll off the couch. 
“Speaking of taste…” He watches with his lips parted slightly as you sink to your knees between his thighs. “Let me show you what I can do…”
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kaleidoscopewritings19 · 2 days ago
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Joel Miller x F!Reader
Title: Dreams of Her PART 2
(Part 1)
Warning(s): SMUT. MDNI. P in V, unprotected sex, 18+, AGE GAP. I do not condone having unprotected sex, and to each their own when it comes to age gaps (unless they are under the age of 20, in my opinion that’s insane, and I WILL NOT write an x reader as UNDERAGE.)
Character(s): Joel Miller, F!xReader, Tommy Miller, Angie=made up, Sarah Miller mentioned, and Ellie.
Music Used: Elvis Presley’s Love Me Tender & Are You Lonesome Tonight; followed by Ronnie Milsap’s It Was Almost Like a Song. *Some lyrics have been removed because if i typed out the entire song, it would take up a majority of the x reader. *I DO NOT own the rights to these songs or characters, all rights go to respective owners.*
MY WORK IS NOT TO BE TRANSLATED OR POSTED ON DIFFERENT PLATFORMS. ©️
Word count: 5.1K
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Memories. Everyone has them, and they are inevitable when your mind decides it wants to reminisce; there’s no stopping them. They keep coming until the mind decides to move on to something else, someone else, or when you have something to occupy your mind. Memories can be beautifully sorrowful. Most of Joel’s memories were heartrending.
His mind would take turns— one day he would think of Sarah, and he would remember her smile. Sometimes, if he listened and thought hard enough, he could hear her voice. But he would push the memories of her to the back of his mind, because just the thought of her pained him.
Then on other days, all he could do was think of you. Would life be different if you were here? Would you have stayed with him through the pain, the guilt, and after the horrible things he had done?
How would you look at him? Would you still see the man you loved before the outbreak? Or would you you see the man he became after Sarah died?
These questions constantly arose in his mind, and the only way to silence them was to play his guitar and sing. When he sang, he could see your face, and the good memories of you followed in suit.
Joel pulled up the old rickety chair and sat down staring at the empty street in front of him. When he sat down, he brought his guitar to his lap and got it into a comfortable position. His calloused finger tips strummed the strings, and without a thought, he started playing Love Me Tender— your favorite song by Elvis Presley.
His gruff voice sang with a Texas drawl:
“Love me tender, love me sweet,
Never let me go
You have made my life complete
And I love you so.”
As he sang the words, his mind led him back to the past.
You were lying on your side, and Joel was leaned up against the headboard, his guitar against him singing.
“Love me tender, love me dear
All my dreams fulfill
For my darlin’, I love you
And I always will.”
Joel always looked down when he sang; the mere thought of you staring up at him made him sheepish. He played the last set of notes and then surveyed your facial expression.
You stared up at him with an unabashed gaze; Joel always analyzed the way you looked at him. He has never seen someone look so in love with someone else until he met you. Your gaze alone made him feel loved, warm— protected even.
A smile spread across your face, and Joel looked down at his guitar, his cheeks bright red. “What?”
You sat up and moved closer to him, “Why do you do that? When you eyes are closed, you’re confident with your voice.” And your fingers gently brought his chin towards you so you could look him in the eyes. “But once you open them you clam up.”
His dark brown eyes stared into yours, “I’m not sure. No one really cared to hear me sing. Just you and Sarah.” Your fingers caressed his cheek, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “Will you sing me another song?” You asked.
“Anythin’ for you darlin’.”
Instead of lying back on your side, you pulled the guitar from his hands. Joel chuckled, “Baby, if you want me to play another song, I need that.
You smiled, “I know that.” Joel opened his legs as you nestled your body in between his legs. Your back rested against his torso, and you brought the guitar to your chest. Joel got the idea, and his arm extended around you to the body of the guitar, and then his other hand went to the neck.
He decided to play another Elvis song; The chords to ‘Are You Lonesome Tonight’ filled your ears.
“Are you lonesome tonight?
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray
To a brighter summer day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?”
You peered up at him and he looked down at you as he sang; he didn’t close his eyes once.
That night he sang to you with sureness and confidence, and he didn’t feel the need to keep his eyes closed as he sang.
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Elvis had it right. Joel’s mind always strayed to a brighter summer day, when he would kiss you and called you sweetheart. His hand stopped as his mind trailed back to what it felt like to have you in his arms. Sometimes, the feeling of not having you was unbearable.
However, all he could do was sing through the pain. How else was he suppose to deal with these empty feelings? Now that he wasn’t struggling or fighting to stay alive, he had a lot of time on his hands. He was left alone with his thoughts unless Ellie was with him.
Ronnie Milsap was another one of your favorites, and he could never bring himself to sing such sad love songs. Of course Joel knew his songs, but he didn’t like to feel sad when listening to music. But him singing this song felt right.
His voice quivered as he sang:
“January through December
We had such a perfect year
Then the flame became a dying ember
All at once, you weren’t here.”
Joel didn’t notice the little tears that fell down his cheeks as he sang, but Tommy did. He watched Joel from the porch steps, while his eyes were screwed shut, singing.
“Now my broken heart
Cries for you each night
And it’s almost like a song
But it’s much too sad to write.”
Joel sighed and softly spoke, “It’s too sad to write.”
Tommy cleared his throat to announce his presence, and Joel wiped his face before looking up.
“Tommy.” Joel greeted.
“Joel, is— is everything alright?” He asked and Joel nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine, just playin’ the guitar for old times sake.”
Tommy knew about you, he remembered how beautiful you were. Far too pretty for his brother, but he knew how much Joel needed someone like you in his life.
You were kind natured to everyone and everything— Joel wasn’t always hard or cruel. When Sarah was born, Joel let the responsibility of having a child drown him. He never took time for himself, and one fateful night at the bar of all places, he met you. Tommy was there when Joel met you, and from that night he knew you would be a permanent fixture in his brother’s life.
That was, until the outbreak.
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The bar room was buzzing with people talking, laughing, and watching football on the televisions. Drinks were being clinked together, people were playing pool, as other’s threw darts.
Joel had no intention on coming to the bar, but Tommy had coerced him into going. “I could be at home, sleepin’ or gettin’ ready for work tomorrow.” Joel said as the two made their way to the bar.
Tommy held up two fingers to the bar tender, and was quickly given two beers. “Look, Sarah is at a friends house spendin’ the night. You can have fun on this peaceful Friday night.” His brother said as he took a sip from his beer.
Joel leaned against the counter watching the mass of people make fools of themselves. Reluctantly, he brought the beer bottle to his lips and that’s when his eyes landed on you.
From across the bar, your shiny silver watch reflected into his eye, drawing his attention to you. You were wearing a pink skirt that had a cherry print on it, with a plain white shirt, and brown leather heeled boots that went up to your knees. (Buffy Summers themed outfit, pic with authors note at bottom of page.)
A pile of books and papers surrounded you, as you intently read from one of your books. One of the waitresses sat a beer down next to you; you politely thanked her, and turned your attention back to your reading.
Joel was intrigued by you, and Tommy started giggling. “She’s cute. Who brings books to the bar though? It’s the female version of you, Joel. You wanted to bring paperwork tonight, but luckily I saved you from the mistake.” Tommy said as he pulled out the barstool.
“Well, I had a lot of work, which I could be at home doing right now.” Joel smacked his brother’s shoulder as he made his way over to you. You were scribbling with your pen, struggling to get ink out of the damned thing.
“Need a pen?” He asked as he handed you a pen from his shirt pocket.
You looked up at him with a grateful smile, “Actually, yes. This pen is always giving me problems.” You say as you gently take the pen from his hand.
Joel put his hand in his pocket as his other hand nursed his beer bottle. He scanned the table reading the title of your books out loud,“Psychoanalytic Diagnosis, Survivin’ Clinical Psychology, and Effective Psycotherapists. Wow, lots of books.” He said and you chuckled.
“Yeah, too many. Feels like my brain is gonna explode.” You say as you shut the book in front of you. You noticed his awkwardness and shy gaze, “Would you like to sit down?” You asked and he nodded.
Joel sat in the booth seat across from you, and you neatly picked up all of your papers, and tucked them inside of one of your textbooks. “How can you study with all of this noise?” Joel questioned as you took a sip from your fresh beer.
“I’m actually not sure. When I get focused, the noise seems to fade away.” You responded and Joel nodded. “Why not just study at home? I mean, I wanted to bring paperwork, but my brother told me this wasn’t the place for it.”
“My friend—” you pointed to a woman at that bar, “Yeah that one who is making out with that guy, she made me come. She said I need to have fun once in awhile. But she doesn’t have a father who is a General in the United States Army. He still checks my grades and does follow ups with my professors. It’s embarrassing.” You said and your hand covered your mouth.
“Sorry, I tend to ramble on if you don’t stop me.”
Joel thought it was cute, “Don’t be sorry. Your father is a general? How old are you anyway?” He took a sip from his beer.
“I’m 21, about to turn 22. My father just turned 57 and my mom is 53. My parents had me late in life. Well, to some people it’s late, and other’s think it was just right.” You started rambling again. “How old are you—?”
“Joel.”
“Y/N.” You introduced yourself and shook his hand.
Joel smiled, “Well, Y/N, I’m 31. I’m turnin’ 32 next month.” He said nervously. His eyes flicked up to yours to see your reaction.
“Not bad, but I hate to ask, you’re not married are you? Because I don’t want to talk to a married man that I happen to find attractive.” You stated and Joel’s eyes widened at your straightforwardness.
“God, no. Not anymore at least. I do have a daughter. She’s 9.” He responded and you finished off the rest of your beer. “I like honesty. And I’m sorry, I normally don’t drink and I had two martini’s and this is my second beer. And when I drink, I tend to ramble, and be direct with my questions. And I say ‘and’ a lot.” A nervous laugh escaped your lips and Joel couldn’t help but to smile.
Your started placing your books into your book bag, and then you looked over at your friend. Her tongue was deep in some other guys mouth and you covered your face. “Oh my— Angie is insane.” You shook your head, and Joel began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” You asked and Joel sat his beer down on the table. “That’s my brother. Tommy.” He responded and the two of you looked at each other and laughed.
Angie looked over at you and gave you a thumbs up, “That’s her sign for, ‘I’m going home with him, call you later.’” You said and Tommy smiled over at Joel with two thumbs up.
“That’s his sign for, I’m leaving the truck, and I’m going with her.” Joel said and Tommy tossed him the car keys. Joel shook his head and turned his attention back to you, “Would you— want to, uh dance?” He asked and you looked over his shoulder at the dance floor near the jukebox.
“Sure.” You pushed yourself up from the booth and Joel was way taller than you. He towered over you, even with your heeled boots.
His hand found it’s way to the middle of you back, and guided you to the dance floor. Joel’s heart was beating quickly in his chest, and he had—butterflies? This was the first time in a long time that someone gave him butterflies.
When the two of you found an empty spot on the floor, the song Blue Clear Sky, by George Strait came on. His hand went to the small of your back, and his other hand held yours; your other hand rested under his shoulder blade. “Let’s see if I can remember how to two step.” Joel said, and you smiled. “This song has a good beat, so it’ll be easy.” You reassured him.
He stepped forward his left foot as you took a step back with your right foot. Then you two alternated; he stepped with his right, and then you stepped back with your left. After the two of you found the rhythm, you repeated the steps, and moved in a quick-quick-slow-slow pattern.
You sang the lyrics as you danced, and he smiled. Joel decided to take a leap of faith; he spun you around, and dipped you down. When he pulled you back up, you looked into his eyes with a look he had never seen before.
He rubbed the back of his neck, and pulled you back in as the next song started to play. The next song was a slow one, and the two of you moved to the beat. “Is it hard to find time to do things like this? With a kid in the picture?” You asked and Joel looked up, trying to figure out how to answer.
“Since the day my daughter, Sarah, was born, I stopped going out.” He said as he dipped You again. “I just need to survive and provide for her. My main priority is her. This is my first time back here. It has been nine years believe it or not.”
You hands clasped around his neck, “That’s respectable.”
His chin rested on your on your head, as your face was pressed against his chest. “Well, I hope you’re having fun on your first night out in nine years.” You looked up at him and he smiled down at you.
“I’m shocked I still have my moves.” He said and you laughed, “Oh yeah, you can still move cowboy.”
He watched you look down at your watch, “Shit, it’s already 11? I guess I better catch a taxi or something. It’s hard to get one here, because they get busy at this time.” You said and Joel walked you back to the booth.
You picked up your bag, “I can take you home if you want.” He said as he picked up his denim jacket. Your arms wrapped around your body, “Okay. Yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” Joel was glad you had accepted his offer.
He wasn’t ready for this night to come to an end. Joel pulled the truck out of the parking lot, and you directed him to your house. You still lived with your parents and when he pulled in front of the house, he was in shock.
Your house was an old colonial style home, with the most vibrant green grass, and a flag pole sat in the middle of the lawn; the American Flag waving gallantly in the night. The house was dark— not a light on in the home could be seen.
You looked over at Joel, “Would you want to come in for a few minutes?”
A look of worry on Joel’s face made you grin, “My parents aren’t home right now. They went to one of those military balls in Dallas.” You reassured him, and he accepted your invitation to come inside.
When you opened the front door, Joel was amazed at the staircase. “That’s a nice oak staircase. Oak will last you a lifetime.” He said as he touched the railing of the stairs.
Joel couldn’t help but to be in awe of your parents’ home. Pictures of you throughout the years were hung on walls, and on side tables.
You led him into the kitchen that was probably three times the size of his, and you opened a bottle of whiskey. Then you reached into a cabinet and pulled two glasses out and poured the brown liquid into them.
When you passed him the glass, he took a small sip. Both of you stood in silence; the two of you were too nervous to initiate anything.
“I had fun tonight, Joel.” You said looking down at your feet. The way you said his name made his knees weak. “Me too. I have to admit, my brother was right. It was nice to go out and not have to worry about work.”
His eyes looked into yours, and he couldn‘t help but to stare at your lips. You looked back at his lips, and Joel took a bold step towards you.
The silence was loud, and you took a step closer to him; this wasn’t something you normally did. Joel’s face was inches from yours, and the two of you stared into each other’s eyes. The attraction and tension created a gravitational pull, and your lips were closer than ever.
Joel’s thumb and forefinger tilted your chin back, and his lips brushed against yours. You held your breath, your lips tingling, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. His lips latched to yours and when the opportunity presented itself, you slipped your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.
Your fingers combed through his hair, and his hands flattened against yours back bringing you closer into his body.
He was too lost in the kiss to realize that his hand had worked it’s way down to your ass, gripping it. You smiled when you felt his hand, further feeding the fire that burned within Joel; he lifted you up and sat you down on the counter top, his lips never leaving yours.
You started to pull your shirt up, “Wait— are you sure you want to do this?” Joel asked as he held your hands in his. “I want to.” You purred, the two of you eye level with one another.
His hand moved down to your hips, and your nose bumped into his. Underneath your shirt, was a white lace bra, and when you pulled it off, your nipples showed through the thin fabric.
Joel’s hands ran up the length of your arms to your shoulders. Your skin was hot to the touch, whether that be from the temperature or the sudden burst of arousal, he didn’t know.
When you started messing with the strap of your bra, Joel’s breath hitched, and you couldn’t help but to bite back a smile. His eyes darkened and his pupils dilated, “If you tell me to stop, I will.” He mumbled against your lips. This kiss was different— your lips felt familiar and it made his muscles tense as your hands gripped his biceps. You melted against his touch and couldn’t get enough of him. He was addicted and so were you.
He found the courage to kiss you in other places besides your lips. Joel’s hand traveled down your shoulders and to your thighs, as his lips worked against your jaw, and found their way to the delicate skin of your neck. As he pressed wet kisses from your neck to your collarbone, your breathing had turned light, and a soft sound came from you and it riled him up even more.
You were starting to get impatient with his slow movements, and when you tried to unhook your bra, he tutted.
“Patience, darlin’. I promise this will all be worth it.” He drawled. Joel’s eyes stared deep into yours, making you shiver underneath his intense gaze. “Do you trust me?” He asked, his hot breath tickling your ear. You acknowledged his words with a nod, unable to speak; too frazzled by the sound of his voice— gruff and deep.
He helped you off the kitchen counter, and you led him up the oak staircase. The hallway to your room was dark, but it didn’t stop him from pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your lips.
You fumbled with the door handle to your room, and when it finally opened, you pulled him into the room. Joel quickly looked at his surroundings, and you led him to the queen sized bed. You sat on the edge of the bed, toying with the strap of your bra. Joel stood back and watched you slowly move your hands behind you, and unlatch the thin laced fabric.
Joel knelt down, and unzipped your knee high boots. The only thing Joel could hear was his heartbeat and the zipping sound of the zipper. When both boots were out of his way, he pressed a kiss to your ankle, and made his way up to your knee, then to your thigh. His hands untied the strings to your skirt and pulled it off in one swift tug. A pair of matching lace panties was all that was left on you, and Joel groaned at the sight in front of him.
You pushed yourself up onto your knees, and helped Joel shed his jeans and his blue t-shirt. Joel pulled you into his bare chest; your breasts were against his bare chest and your breathing was shaky.
His hands laid flat against your back, holding you still, and your hands were on his cheeks. The kiss was needier and hungrier; your perfume was suffocating him in a good way. His tongue dove past your lips and you moaned against him.
Joel slowly led you back to your pillows and gently laid you down. The only light in the room was the small lamp in the corner of the room, letting off an orange/yellowish glow. He nestled between your legs, and you felt his fingers hook into your panties, “How much do you like the panties?” He asked and you grinned.
A loud rip and a cool burst of air hit your wet core, emitting a moan from you. “Those were my favorite.” You said and Joel gave you a crooked smile.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He said as he hovered over your body, his bulge pressing over your stomach, “That’s what you do to me sweetheart.”
Joel pulled his boxers doen, letting his hard cock spring up. You stared up at him with— awe? He was enamored by the look on your face, and his fingers traced down from your navel to your clit.
You jerked at his soft touch, “Damn baby, you’re already so wet for me.” He said as his fingers gathered the wetness from between your legs.
With the pads of his fingers, he began rubbing the small bundle of nerves in a circular motion, earning a small moan from you. “Don’t be shy now, darlin’. I want to hear you.” He breathed.
Joel inserted one finger into you, and then another. You mewled at his fingers curling inside of you. “Good girl.” He whispered as he pulled his fingers out of you, and brought them to his mouth. Joel tasted you and he had never tasted anything as sweet as you, and it only turned him on even more.
He pulled himself up your body, hovering over you as he guided his cock to your entrance, but hesitated.
“I’m on birth control. Don’t worry about it.” You whispered and Joel’s hand held the base of his cock, gathering your wetness on the tip. Slowly, he inserted the tip inside of you, and he already wanted to unravel above you.
“You ready for more baby?” He asked and you nodded your head. “I’m gonna take good care of you.” He mumbled as he slipped into you. Inch by inch, he pushed in, and waited for you to get comfortable with his size.
When a look of exhilaration washed over your face, Joel began thrusting in and out of you slowly. Your eyes were shut, and your eyebrows were scrunched together, and you were biting your bottom lip. He gently pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth, “I want to see and hear you, darlin’. Let me see those beautiful Y/E/C eyes.”
His thrusts were getting quicker, and your moans filled the room. He watched every emotion cross your face, overwhelmed tears stung your eyes and Joel couldn’t help but to groan in response. He pressed a kiss to your lips as you moaned into his mouth, “Oh— Joel, I’m about to..”
“Me too, baby.” He whispered as you turned your head to the side, but he pulled your chin back to look up at him.
You stared up into his eyes, while you tightened around his cock. A louder moan came from you, and your whole body shook underneath him. Joel pressed a kiss to your lips as he finished inside you.
Joel rolled off of you and you pulled a throw blanket over the two of you, trying to catch your breath. “That was… wow.” You said breathlessly and Joel smiled. “Same. It was great.”
The two of you smiled at each other, and you rolled to your side. “I don’t normally do this.” You said motioning between the two of you. Clearly not sure what to do next.
“Well, I can leave if you want, or I can stay.” He said quietly as he propped himself up on his elbow.
His hair was tussled and his lips were red and puffy. You messed with the corner of the blanket, “I’d like it if you… if you stayed.” You said quietly, afraid to meet his gaze. Joel smiled, “I’d like that.”
You moved closer to him, and rested your head on his chest. His hand traced up and down your spine, and within minutes, you were fast asleep.
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When you had woken up, the other side of the bed was empty. You jolted out of bed, pulling on Joel’s t-shirt.
You quickly raced down the stairs, only to find Joel making a cup of coffee. “I hope you don’t mind, I needed something to wake me up.” He said as he brought the coffee cups to his lips.
You leaned against the kitchen island, “I’m gonna need that shirt back.” He said as he took a slow step towards you.
His chest was on full display, his biceps twitched he barred you in by placing his hands on the counter top. “Then take it.” You said with a smirk.
His lips pressed against yours, the taste of coffee still on his tongue. “I would love to do what we did last night, but I have to go pick up Sarah from her friends house.” He said and you picked up your shirt from last night.
You switched it out and handed him his shirt, and he pulled it on. Joel walked around collecting all of his things, and you had the pen he lent you in your hands. “Here. Thank you for letting me borrowing it.” You said as you placed it into the palm of his hand.
Joel shook his head, “No, you keep it. It has my number on it. Call me or text me.” He said as he put it back into your hand. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, something he did when he was nervous.
“I don’t want to treat this as a one night thing. Let’s plan somethin’.” He said before pressing a kiss to your lips.
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Tommy stood in front of his big brother, and Joel sat his guitar down. “Everythin’ alright with you?” Joel questioned and his brother nodded.
“Yeah, but I need your help with somethin’. I hate asking but some of our guys are out in the next town over gatherin’ supplies.” He started as he sat down on the porch steps and looked over at Joel. “We had a few guys go south of us, because there’s some ruckus being caused. We needed to see if this group of people are goin’ to be a threat to the colony. But these guys haven’t come back, and I need your help. I’m leavin’ first thing in the mornin’ and you’re my first choice.” Tommy explained and Joel looked down at his boots.
His hearing wasn’t the best, his body was far from being like it was years ago. But his brother needed him, and he needed to be there to ensure Tommy didn’t do anything stupid.
Tommy had a kid who was due any day now, so Joel made his decision. “I‘ll go. But I want Ellie to stay here. No matter how much she begs you, tell her she needs to stay with Maria. If we find trouble, and I know we will, I don’t want to have to worry about what she’ll see or worry about her safety.” Joel stated.
Tommy stood up, “I agree. We’ll leave at dawn. Meet me at the horse stalls, and bring your supplies.” Slowly, Joel stood up and took his guitar into the house and placed it in its guitar case. It wasn’t long after that, that Ellie came storming into the house; she was infuriated.
“What the hell, Joel? You said you wouldn’t leave anymore. And telling Tommy I can’t go? What the hell is with that?” She seethed.
His jaw tightened, but he took a deep breath. “I’m goin’ because Tommy asked me to. I’m goin’ to make sure he doesn’t do anythin’ stupid or reckless.” He said as he held onto the kitchen counter. “I need you here to take care of Maria. Watch her, make sure she doesn’t exhaust herself. This baby is due any day now.”
Ellie’s shoulders dropped, “Fine. But I’m still pissed. You don’t do anything stupid either.” She said before stomping up the stairs.
Joel picked up his bag from the counter, and walked it over to the couch. He sighed as he packed up his rifle; just touching it brought back memories from him and Ellie’s multiple death experiences. He put the extra bullets into the pocket of his bag, ‘Now I just need to survive this.’ Joel thought to himself.
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Authors Note: Thank you all for your kind words on the part 1. Part 2 was requested, and this part is more of a connector of what is to come. The flashbacks kind of help things move along. I felt this part was necessary, because we never really get to see Joel’s past.
We get hints of it, but we never truly see what he was like outside of being a father. And I felt the x reader needed more background info and who the reader is as a person. I have a vision for this, and I hope I can tie all of this up in a nice bow by the end of Part 3. I honestly hope you guys like this part— I always second guess myself 😭
Outfit inspo for reader! ❤️
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presleyhearted · 2 months ago
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Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call ☎️ ❄️- 60s!elvis x reader
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summary: It's Christmas and you receive a telephone call from Elvis, a call which takes an unexpected turn, one that contrasts with the joyful theme that surrounds the season of happiness.
author's note: it's December, so here we go. please comment, it means the world to me. this is angst-filled. prepare your tissues. I know the picture is not 60s Elvis, but the picture suits the story. You’ll get what I mean.
It was your favorite time of the year. The dazzling Christmas lights adorned your house's inside and outside. The crackling sound of the fireplace in the background as everyone chattered excitedly. The blanket of snow that draped over your small town.
Christmas. The time of joy and family.
You all just had finished having Christmas dinner, and were helping your Mother in the kitchen as everyone excitedly chatted about the mystery of the contents of the Christmas presents under the tree.
"All I'm saying is. . my daughter is too talented to not take the risk." Your mother stated, as the conversation somehow focused on her pointing out your potential to open up your own bakery, especially after debuting various pastries on the table a few moments ago.
You were grateful for her belief in you, really you were. It's just you were far more. . . practical than that.
You sighed and smiled at her, "Mom, I-"
She gives you a look. That exact look that she gives when she knows that she is right, and you know that she is right. But before you can utter another word, the voice of your younger cousin breaks through the kitchen, "Y/N! Phone call for you!"
You gave your mom an apologetic smile which she returned, as you walked to the hallway of your home. You thank your cousin, who hands the phone to you. Your other hand holding onto the chord. She walks away and joins everyone else in the living room.
"Hello?"
"Hi."
One simple word. And you immediately knew. He breathed out the word. It is one of the most simple words in the world, and yet, why did it suddenly feel so complicated for you? Like a ton of bricks that are stacked against each other, but somehow do not make sense. You knew why. You knew exactly why.
Because it's him.
"Hi." You said back, your voice more like a whisper.
"It's me, Y/N."
There it goes. Your name from his lips. His soft, pillowy lips that you remember in every way that someone remembers someone that they love. Loved. Love? He says your name, and just like that - the tightly sealed bolts of your heart unlock all at once, and suddenly, you can feel your knees giving out - it is snowing outside, but why did you feel so cold in your house all of a sudden?
You bite your bottom lip and realize that you have your back pressed against the wall of the hallway, "Why?" You asked. It's funny how fewer words seem to say a thousand things, and you couldn't even see each other. This was over the telephone for god's sake, and yet you feel like he is right next to you.
"Honey, I w-"
"No."
"Please, I ju-"
"No."
"Goddamn it, Y/N!" He was frustrated, and his tone bled through the telephone.
"No! I said no!" You were thankful that the doors to the hallway were locked and that someone from your family appeared to be playing the piano, with everyone singing along - the last thing you needed was someone seeing and hearing all of this.
"Baby, please listen to me."
You looked up at the ceiling and all the Christmas lights that were at each corner.
"I-," You sighed, fighting back the tears. You needed him to listen. You needed to say this and let this out, because if you don't - you don't think you ever will.
"Elvis, It's Christmas and I am in the hallway of my home talking to you. And my family are all in the living room. The snow is heavy outside and there are gifts underneath the tree, unopened gifts. But they aren't opened yet, because I am in the hallway with you." You breathed heavily, "I have done this. We have done this. We can't be like that anymore, Elvis. I can't be that for you. Not anymore. But this - you calling, at Christmas - it dims the lights that I am looking at right now. I have put you above everything and anything and I have waited and Elvis, it is getting cold. I am getting cold. I cannot do this anymore." Your voice breaks, and you silently curse at yourself for letting your voice break because he can hear it.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get you away from family. I didn't ask that from you." He sounded apologetic, and that makes you hate him even more. Because he actually sounded genuine.
And he isn't talking about this time, only. He is talking about all the other times, the times when you did go above and beyond to make sure you were right by his side. His lifestyle is not normal, not anymore. He does not have time for normal. So you walk away from normal every time you are with him, just to keep the relationship going. But not anymore.
"I know." You said, "But that is what's wrong with this, E."
"Honey, I-I-I" He stammered, "I know it was awful difficult for ya when I was in Germany, but that was then. This is now. I need to be with you. Please. I- Y/N, please. Don't." And this is when his voice was laced with the product of sadness and pain and separation.
He doesn't understand, though.
"You shoot a movie, meet people, it premieres, you come back to Memphis. For a week or two, and then you fly out again for another movie. Another group of people. Another movie is out in theatres. And that week or two becomes one week, and even with that time out of the scene - you will still be Elvis Presley. It will never be like how it was, E. You cannot be in two places at once, you cannot have the normal and the dream. You have to pick. And I would be one selfish bitch if I don't let the world let you happen."
Elvis knows you are right. He ran a hand through his face and shook his head. This is his dream. His dream. but you, you are you. and he wants you, "Darlin', c'mon now. . . I-I'll find a way. We can make this work. This is, this is nothin."
He sounds like he is convincing himself more than you, like he is keeping a door open that is already halfway to closing.
"Stop. No, E. I am proud of you, I am so proud of you. You deserve it all, all of the success. It's just - this, this right now. Even if we did try, it would not be normal. Having fifteen minutes of your time after not seeing each other in four months or six months or however long - that is not a relationship. Renting an entire theatre or restaurant is not a date. There are no people in the background. That is not a life. That is not a relationship. That feels orchestrated. It's not normal, E. Stolen slips of your time do not make a relationship. "
Your knees have given out and you are now sat on the carpeted floor.
He sighed heavily, "I-I can't choose."
"It's okay."
"Y/N-"
"Which is why I'll choose for you. Any second now I will hang up the phone, and you will never call me again. I will see you everywhere I go - posters, photographs, the television, the newspapers. And I will hear your voice on the radio. I can take that. But this will be the last time I will know you. This is life. Not everyone can have anything. But it doesn't mean I'm pushing you away because that's not true. I am breaking my own heart and yours, to save you. To save your dream. Because I love you, Elvis. And this is it, this is my parting gift and my Christmas gift to you."
As each word leaves your lips, Elvis knows you are right and he has lost the battle. He presses the telephone closer to his ear as if he was trying to memorize your voice and your tone because he knows what you say is true.
"I love you, Y/N."
You hummed.
"When you see me on television and I look into that camera - I'll be looking right at ya. Always. To check up on your life. On you. On your normal. You say I'll be everywhere, but so will you. Because every time I'll look into that damn camera, I'll picture you lookin' on the other side of it."
"Y/N! Opening presents!" Your Aunt calls, interrupting the bubble that you found yourself in with Elvis.
You let the tears spill now, "I'll be there!" You yell out.
"Elvis. . .Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Y/N."
And you both hang up at the same time.
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knight-a3 · 28 days ago
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Hazbin Hotel Sketchbook 2: Part 4
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The Vees
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Vox- he's my favorite redesign. He looks like some mix of SpongeBob, Krang from TMNT, and Mr. Electric from Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
His true body is a 50s TV set. As tech progresses, he adds an upgraded monitor to act as a head. Magic logic allows him to eat and drink with it still. If the head is damaged, he's still unharmed since it's not really his head. But while his true body is covered, he uses the monitor to see. Without it, he'd need to either use 3rd person view cameras, or reveal his real face.
Death theory- his death involved some sort of severe skull fracture around his left eye.
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Valentino- He had too many hearts on his design. I just had to tone it down. And instead of a robe, his wings resemble an Elvis cape. He can choose how long it is, I guess. Because magic logic.
He's a moth because he's showy and glamorous as a butterfly, but his favorite activities are at night.
Death theory- AIDS
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Velvette- Raised by a single mother, she grew up both exploited and spoiled rotten as a child star. In the 2010s, she became a prominent online influencer herself, primarily surrounding fashion. She's either lesbian or bi, I haven't decided what I think suits her better.
I designed her to look similar to a Bratz doll.
Death theory- some crazed fan, abusive partner, or angry ex-partner. For maximum irony of her demon form, she was dismembered.
She's relatively new to hell(between 5 and 10 years), and rose to Overlord so quickly because Vox and Valentino took a liking to her almost immediately. Took her just a couple months to secure her foothold. She would have gotten to that status eventually on her own, due to her domineering personality. But without the Vees, she wouldn't be so securely at the top. The only other sinner to reach Overlord status so quickly was Alastor(he took a week to orient himself to the environment, then killed his first overlord and that was it), but he remained anonymous for a while, so he wasn't publicly recognized as one.
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vintageshanny · 1 year ago
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Elvis Top Three - “Love” Songs
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It’s been a minute since my last top three question, and with Valentine’s Day fast approaching (I’ll be celebrating with my beautiful man pictured above lol), I decided to go with your top three Elvis songs that have the word “love” in the title! Let’s hear it! ❤️
It’s Only Love – I’ve just been on a kick with this one lately. I absolutely love the way he delivers the line “I’ll take my heart and my pride and just throw it aside.” I can’t explain it, but I could just listen to that over and over again.
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Without Love (There is Nothing) – This is one of my all-time favorites. His performance is so heart-felt, it just melts me into a puddle. “I had conquered the world, but what then did I have? Without love I had nothing at all.” I have to imagine that in his lonely moments this rang very true.
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Love Me – This is classic for a reason. I love probably every single performance of this song, from baby Elvis all the way throughout his career. Somehow it sounds perfectly suited to him in every era. And wanting to feel someone’s love no matter how they treat you? So relatable.
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Anyone please feel free to participate! 😘
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dreamingofep · 4 months ago
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Sinned Awakening: Reimagined pt. 1🩸
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An AU Elvis fic
(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)
Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)
Prompt: Elvis is fighting his need for blood, making him weaker by the day. Then you walk into his life, making you the perfect target for his next meal. But an unknown force is making this more difficult than he expected... [Elvis' Perspective]
TW: Cussing, heavy mentions of blood
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: Hello everyone! Happy October 1st! As much as I dislike fall, I LOVE spooky season. 🤭We're kicking off the month with Vampire Elvis in a new reimagined story. I'm very excited to be writing this and has been on my mind for quite some time! I love how the story turned out but this was another path I played with for a while. It's a different view and there will be interesting twists coming soon! Please enjoy!
If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! Hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.
February, 1973 🩸
His eyes burned with pain and his throat felt on fire from thirst. He hadn’t fed in a few days of being back in Las Vegas and he was really feeling the ramifications of it. He knew he needed to take better care of himself. It was doing him no good starving himself for long periods of time. It just made him thirstier and more of a risk to be around any humans. 
His lack of control posed many threats to the people around him and his career. Singing in front of thousands of people every night, all of them smelling more tempting than the last, made him easily distracted. He loved performing, that’s what he was made to do, but if all he can think of was blood, he couldn’t perform the way he should. 
This place was a never ending distraction for Elvis and he secretly liked it. He liked he could feed as much as he wanted and not get obscure attention for it. People loved him, he was thankful for that, but here people came for miles to see him and wanted to get as close as possible to him. He hadn’t been performing in the 60s and his fans missed him. He welcomed it and it just gave him an easier way to feed. 
Everyone wanted to be invited to an Elvis party. That was the best thing anyone could hope for. For Elvis, it was his favorite time to feed. He’d sit in his normal chair that would be in the corner of the suite and like clockwork, people would come by one by one hoping to meet Elvis. The suite would normally be so packed that no one would see him take a bite from anyone. His men would normally block off most of the crowd so no one would see what he was doing in the corner. They controlled the people who wanted to see him and not let any wandering eyes see him feed.
Compelling them was the easiest way to get someone close to him but the girls, oh the girls wanted to be as close to him as possible without needing to be compelled. It was less work for him which he liked. They wanted his attention desperately and he could sense how they were wanting him sexually. He was too hungry to focus on something like that usually. Every once in a while he would please them but not before feeding from them first. 
He got word that a new housekeeper would start tomorrow and he grew anxious. He had the same housekeeper the last four years and she was never an issue. She kept to herself, didn’t ask too many questions, and sometimes, he’d feed off of her. Right at three, she’d normally come up, clean for a bit before he compelled her to come to him and let him feed. It was the perfect routine. She was never scared of him forgot all about it by the end of her shift. 
Now he’d have to start all over again with you. He’d have to earn your trust a bit so he can get close to you with out scaring you off. But he was quite apprehensive about that. His control was limited and having to meet a new person that would be around for hours on end was going to be tough. 
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It was a minute before three and Elvis paced his bedroom nervously. He couldn’t do this. He was so starved and wasn’t sure if he could stop himself from feeding on a human. He tried to drink some blood from a blood bag but it was no use. It tasted like water compared to something fresh. He tried to calm himself down, he couldn’t freak you out the second you walked into the room. 
The sound of your nervous heartbeat made his eyes flash open. Just the sound of your heart has him drooling. You were apprehensive too and he liked that you were feeling the same way. It meant he could savor the sound of your heart as you stood before him and he wouldn’t have to do any extra work. He puts on his jacket and takes a look at himself in the mirror. He ran his hand through his hair and straightened out his tucked in shirt. His eyes were always the most telling thing when he was hungry. They haven’t been that illustrious blue he was born with. Lately they’re dark pools of a tumultuous sea. They were almost leaning black in dark lighting which made it more obvious he was not human. He picks up his gold sunglasses off the side table and puts them on. He had been making this a habit the last few years and thankfully no one questioned his fashion choice.
He hears the front door open and the sound of your heart beating loudly and uncontrollably. It enticed him and he needs to take a few deep breaths before walking out there to see you. He finally finds the strength to calmly leave the bedroom and greet you. The door opens and your scent hits him like a train, he has to hold his breath so his fangs won’t descend. Oh God this wasn’t good. He didn’t expect to be so taken back by your scent. He snaps himself out of his thirst driven thoughts and straightens his posture before speaking. You had your back turn to him, taking in the whole suite and what a disaster it is after last night’s party.
“About time you showed up,” he says gruffly.
You turn around quickly and he feels his heart shudder in his chest. You were beautiful. You were probably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. You weren’t plain like most humans, no, you were exceptionally beautiful. You had that immortal perfection that only came with being turned. He listens to your heart beat again, checking if you are indeed human. It dances away as you look at him and witness him for the first time.
“I’m very sorry to keep you waiting Mr. Presley. My name is y/n, I’m your new housekeeper.” You say timidly, placing out your hand in front of you to shake his.
He can’t touch you, he doesn’t trust himself to feel your warm skin on his before pulling you in and sinking his teeth into you. He just stares at your hand reached out and doesn’t move an inch. You get nervous and quickly put it down.
“Umm, where would you like me to start cleaning?” You ask, your voice upbeat and trying to hide the fact of feeling like this is rejection in some form. 
“Where do you think,” he snaps coldly. He winces at himself for being so abrasive toward you but it was the only way for him to keep a hold on his raging thirst. It was extremely difficult to be this close to you. He had never had such an issue with a human before. Sure, the smell of their blood made him hungry but this was much worse. You smelled sweet like honey and he was dying to know what you tasted like, slowly running through his veins when he fed.
“Okay, no problem. Do you mind if I open the drapes so I can see what I’m cleaning?” You ask with a smile. 
“I don’t care, just get it done,” he says coldly. He walks away from you and he tries to slow his breathing. Each breath in was excruciating for him. The entirety of your presence was making him feel intoxicated and ravenous.  He sits down in his usual chair and watches you open the heavy curtains. The sunshine fills the room and makes him wince a bit. He was used to the way the sun felt on his skin but it still wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world. It shone on his entire body and singed his chest and face. At least it made him a bit distracted for now and didn’t have him obsessing about your scent.
He watches you look at him with a desperation. You couldn’t help but love the sight before you. He grimly smirks to himself, he knew his looks drew people in and there was nothing he wanted more than to pull you in closer. He wanted you here on his lap with his teeth sunk into your warm neck. He bites his lip, trying to not think about that scenario too long or his fangs would show. 
But it was no use, you were so tempting to him. He must be so starved that he can’t even think straight. He’s hardly breathing as each breath he takes makes it more excruciating than the last. His mouth watered at just the sight of you. Elvis followed you to every room you cleaned partly because he didn’t want to be away from your thunderous heart but also he was trying to map out where he should bite you.
There were too many options for him to choose from. He can just turn you around and bite you as you were sure to scream. No, that wouldn’t be as enjoyable. He knew he had to compel you to get closer to him. He needed to gain that trust and quickly. You were nervous as you noticed him following your every step. He would stay abnormally close behind you which only made you feel more on edge. 
Going back out to the living room, he can feel his mouth water and his heart hammer away at the thought of feasting on you. He needed to hurry up and decide how and where he was going to bite you. Something about holding you in his arms seemed pleasing and the ideal way to feed on you. He wanted to feel your heart beat close to his. Maybe he can take you into the bedroom, tease you for a bit to get your heart racing even more. No he didn’t have the patience for that tonight. He needed you now. No charades or stalling. He needed to compel you now, get you on his lap and feed until his heart was content.
You were still too antsy and wouldn’t stay still. He has to this quickly and efficiently.
“There’s a bottle underneath the piano,” he grumbles.
You quickly make it to the piano and set the bench aside, kneeling down on your knees to crawl underneath.
Now, its time to feed off of her or you might just die, he thinks to himself.
He watches you scan for the bottle but there isn’t one. He sits on the piano bench and waits for you to crawl back out. His chest heaves in anticipation and feels his mind haze over in a feeding frenzy. He feels his eyes start to shift and the black veins start to crack across his face. He winces as he tries to hold back this monster inside of him who craves blood so much but its no use. He opens his eyes and can feel the burning red heat of them. His canine teeth sharpen into long fangs, both top and bottom and he starts to tremble.
You stand back up and he grabs your hand. You gasp when you see his face.
“Sit down honey, don’t panic,” he compels you. Your eyes blow open, scared out of your mind.
“Oh my God!…W-what the hell,” you quiver, your heart galloping uncontrollably.
Elvis is a bit baffled you didn’t listen to his command. Maybe he was so starved he couldn’t compel anyone that easily. It couldn’t be though, he had found himself in a lot of situations where he was starved but always was able to compel and feed off of someone with ease. He won’t give up this easily, he needed to feed.
“I said sit down honey, I need you close,” he says smoothly, trying to compel you again. You shake and nod your head at him, carefully taking a seat next to him. 
“Don’t hurt me please,” you beg.
How is she fighting me? How is this possible?
His patience was running dry. The drunken haze of your blood being so close to him has him not thinking clearly any more. He needed to bite you.
“You won’t remember this I promise,” he says gruffly.
He pulls you close, wrapping his hand gently around your neck and bares it to him. You cry out for help, scared out of your mind. He growls contently as he lets his hunger take over. He sinks his teeth into your neck and his eyes roll back when he tastes you. God he had never tasted something to delectable and savory. Each drink he took was better than the last. He gulps your blood greedily and pulls you onto his lap. He needed you closer. He wanted to feel your heart beat against his. You whimper because of this and pull at the lapel of his jacket. You liked being this close to him even though his bite was excruciating and he keeps drinking. You gasp for breath as pain rocketed through your entire body.
Elvis didn’t want to stop feeding, you were too delicious and he had never felt so fulfilled. He makes soft, pleased groans as his hands slither down your back and tries to comfort you through the pain. He liked how you felt in his arms, it was a new experience for Elvis. He could sense how much you liked his touch through this all even though his bite made you uncomfortable. His mind starts to wander and think if he should make love to you. He didn’t like causing you pain and wanted you to feel something good after all of this.
He squeezes his eyes shut, dismissing such an idea. He needed to focus on getting his strength up. It was working though, he felt his strength rise and felt so much more alive. He needed to stop feeding soon or else his venom would enter your body, changing you into a vampire. Your body began to feel weak in his arms, whimpering for him to stop biting you. You gasp for breath as he takes the last few mouthfuls of your blood. Everything inside of him told him to keep biting you but he fought those instincts as hard as he could. 
He carefully takes his fangs out of you and gasps for breath. He felt like he was in a euphoric haze, so completely drunk on you. You lift your head back to look at his terrifying eyes. You were frightened beyond belief and shoved at his chest to get away from him. You fall back and hit the ground, scooting away from him as quickly as you can.
“What are you?! Oh my god what did you do to me?!” You scream at him, bringing your hand to the open wound on your neck. Tears started to fall down your cheeks as you panic over what he did to you. Your blood still flowed out of your neck and made Elvis still feel ravenous by the sight.
Elvis stares astonished at you. How were you still not compelled? It couldn’t be possible! He grew frustrated and needed to get you out of here and forget all about this afternoon. He gets up and wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist. He felt as strong as he has ever been. It was a huge change and he liked how he felt.
“I didn’t bite you, you’re not going to remember the pain or any of this, go home now,” he compels. He felt incredibly strong and was sure you’d obey this time.
You stare at him stunned and don’t move.
“What! No! What did you do to me?” You scream.
Panic begins to set in and he goes to you and picks you up off the floor. He looks into your eyes, anger starting to take over him. Why weren’t you listening? He could make anyone obey him without even trying normally.
“What is wrong with you? Why won’t you listen? Why won’t you forget,” he growls. You shriek in fear looking into his soulless red eyes and his sharp fangs close to your face again.
“What’s wrong with me?! What the hell is wrong with you?! You’re a-, you’re a vampire!” You scream at the top of your lungs and twist out of his grasp.
You quickly run to the door, needing to get out of here as quickly as possible and get help.
“Help! Help me!’ You scream.
In a blink of an eye, Elvis runs to the front door blocking your way. You scream again completely shocked, not expecting him to be so quick. His brain scrambles what to do about you. It’s the biggest rule of being a vampire; don’t let your existence be known to humans. It should be pretty simple. He never fed out in public and always did it secluded to ensure his privacy. But for whatever reason, you could not be compelled. He was at his peak strength at nothing was working on you.
“Let me go!” You yell at him.
He shakes his head at you, “I-I can’t. I can’t let you leave,” he says nervously.
“What are you going to do to me?” You ask anxiously.
“That’s something I need to figure out,” he says darkly.
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jscameron · 1 year ago
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warnings: fluff, female reader x jesse katsopolis, this one is really sweet compared to my other one. let me know what you think! 🩵
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jesse katsopolis. THE jesse katsopolis! he was actually playing on stage with his band at the smash club! you knew he owned the place, but never really saw him perform.
“gosh. he sounds like an angel.”, you swoon and say to your friend, Kati, that came to the concert with you. “girl, you and these band guys. i tell ya.”, she says to you. “yeah, what can i say? don’t you agree he sounds like an angel?”, you ask. “…suuuuure. if you’re an elvis fanatic.”, she teases. “hah hah. i’m going to go get a drink. you want anything?”, you ask Kati. “nah girl. i’m good! thanks though!”, she says.
you walk over to the drink counter and ask server for a water. you notice jesse is shouting something to the crowd.
“alright! we are jesse and the rippers! we will take a short intermission. i need some water.”
oh God. OH GOD. he needs water?! right when you’re here at the counter?! oh no. oh no. no no no. you think to yourself. you turn and see he is walking right towards you. “hey, beauty!”, he greets you. “m-me?”, you ask. he nods his head and winks to you. “well, thank you, Jesse.”, you blush, tucking some hair behind your ear. “you guys sounded awesome on stage! i love your band, and of course, you.”, you say to him shyly. “thank you! we appreciate fans like you. what’re you doing after the show?”, he asks. “probably just gonna go home and relax.”, you say. “awe. that’s too bad. i was hoping to spend more time with you. if you change your mind, meet me right here after our show.”, he says. “okay! thanks, jesse. i’ll definitely be thinking about it!”, you say.
you walk back to the front of the stage where you were. you see Kati standing where you left her. “KATI!!! you will NEVER guess what just happened!!”, you say. “what girl?!”, she asks. “i met jesse!!! he wants to spend more time with me after the show. what should i do?!”, you ask. “if it were me, girl, i’d stay after the show and see him! just think about it. they’re about to come back on.”, she says. she’s right, you know?, you thought to yourself.
the show has ended and everyone is parting from the smash club. “kati, i’m going to go ahead and wait for him. i’ll call you and tell you all about everything when i can!”, you say. “good luck, girl! love you! have fun tonight!”, she says. with that, you head to the drink counter and she follows the crowd out.
a familiar voice comes from behind you. “well, if it isn’t the beautiful woman i met earlier. you know, i never did get your name earlier, having to go back on stage and all.”, he smirks. “oh. yes. my name is y/n.”, you say shyly.
“y/n, beautiful. matches your face perfectly. it suits you.”, he says with a wink. “well, darling, wanna grab a bite? we can eat here or we can go somewhere else, if you’d like.”, he offers.
“s-sure, jesse. um. can we actually go to waffle house? i don’t want your staff to have to work overtime because of me. and also, i’m craving a chocolate chip waffle real bad.”, you say. “sounds like a plan, babe. let’s walk and talk. i want to get to know you.”, he says, grabbing your hand and leading the way.
on your walk there, you discover common interests between the two of you. you both love the rock n’ roll scene, as well as the fashion. you’re both really into music, and you’re both fans of holding each other’s hands while walking to waffle house. neither one of you can stop smiling as you’re talking and listening to one another.
you finally get seated in the restaurant and get your food quickly. the chocolate chip waffles are always your favorite. jesse loves them, too.
as you’re leaving the restaurant, you feel him hesitant about letting go of your hand. “y/n, this is the best time i’ve had in a long time. gosh, i want more of this. i don’t want this night to end.”, he says, pulling you close to him, holding you onto his chest. “me too, jesse. i’ve really enjoyed our little date. maybe we can do this more often?”, you suggest. not wanting to let go of him either. you look up into his beautiful eyes and you look towards his luscious lips. “kiss me, jesse katsopolis. that’s an order, handsome.”, you say with a wink. “have mercy.”, he says, and doesn’t give it a second thought before passionately kissing you. 💛
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everythingpresley · 2 years ago
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My Secret Ken-Doll (part one)
summary: Elvis has a little secret named Kennedy Jackson.
word count: 3.1k
Author's Note: Was in the mood for some angst.... As always.
Part 2, Part 3, Epilogue
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My Secret Ken-Doll
Elvis sat in the back of his Cadillac with Charlie Hodge on his left, Jerry Schilling driving the car and Red West in the passenger seat. Elvis could barely contain his excitement, he placed the palm of his hand on his shaking knee to cease the movement. He had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from smiling, the guys would tease him relentlessly if they saw how excited he was. 
Jerry pressed on the brakes, pulling the car to the side walk in front of the building that Elvis always seemed to disappear to the moment he lands back in Memphis, he was starting to spend more time in this unknown apartment building than Graceland at this point. 
“Good night.” Elvis said and quickly jumped out of the car. The guys had no idea where or who he was seeing in this apartment but everyone could tell it was a girl. 
He rushed up the stairs, taking them two steps at a time. Elvis took a deep breath and knocked on the door, he was grinning ear to ear when he heard rapid foot steps approaching the door from the other side. 
“Hi sweetheart!” Kennedy said grinning, opening the door wide open.
“Hi Kenny baby!” Elvis chuckled, opening his arms wide for her to jump in them.
Kennedy jumped in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and locked her legs around his slim waist.
Elvis smashed his lips on Kennedy’s lips, gripping her waist tight “I missed you.” he sighed against her lips. Elvis had been going back and forth between Vegas for the filming of Viva Las Vegas with Ann-Margret and Memphis. 
“I missed you too.” she replied “Let’s go inside before my neighbors see you.” 
Elvis chuckled and stepped inside the apartment, shutting the door behind him and placed Kennedy on the kitchen island while running his hands up and down her bare thighs. She was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.
“Mmm what are you cooking?” he asked, the kitchen smelt like an assortment of delicious food.
“Well, I just finished cooking dinner. I made your favorite, mashed potatoes, fried chicken and biscuits and for dessert chocolate chip cookies.” Kennedy replied running her fingers through Elvis’ hair.
They had met a few months back when her friend was invited to one of Elvis’ many parties at Graceland by his entourage. 
Kennedy had went to the party reluctantly seeing as she had work the next day and needed to be up super early. Kennedy under no circumstances wanted to say hi to Elvis, she didn’t really want to disturb him in his own house and seeing as he was surrounded by girls, she opted to steer clear but once she caught Elvis’ eye, it was a done deal. He shrugged off the girls that sat around him on the couch and walked over to Kennedy who was talking to one of the guys at the party. 
“Hey, can you give us a second?” Elvis asked the guy, coming to stand behind Kennedy.
“Umm sure, no problem..” the guy smiled timidly and walked off.
Kennedy frowned in confusion and turned, surprised to see it was Elvis that spoke.
“Hi.” Elvis grinned, looking down at Kennedy. 
“Hi.” Kennedy smiled, feeling slightly nervous. He was very handsome especially up close. He had his hair pushed back and he was dressed in a blue button down with the first few buttons open, exposing his hairy chest. 
“I’m Elvis.” Elvis outstretched his hand out to her. 
“I know.” She chuckled “Kennedy.” She said, taking Elvis’ hand to shake but he instead pulled it to his lips and planted a kiss on the top of her hand while keeping eye contact with her. She raised her eyebrow and smiled awkwardly. 
“You have a nice name.”
“Thanks, my parents thought I was a boy and didn’t bother changing the name.” Kennedy shrugged making Elvis chuckle.
“Nah, I think it suits you.” 
Kennedy blushed slightly and chuckled. Elvis grinned at her reaction.
They talked all night but nothing happened between them. Kennedy had to go to work with almost zero sleep but she felt a deep connection with Elvis that night. She didn’t know if every girl felt that way but she thought she would never see him again until a few days later he showed up in one of his Cadillacs in front of her work place. 
He rolled down the window and grinned at her, tipping his large sunglasses down.
She frowned and looked at him in bewilderment. 
“Get in, quick!” He said as people walking around started to notice him.  
“What?” I looked at him like he spouted another head. 
“Quick!” He hissed.
Kennedy got flustered when she noticed people starting to quickly circulate around his car so she quickly rushed towards the passenger side and got in. Elvis quickly zipped out of there leaving behind a group of  screaming fans. 
“What in God’s name are you doing here?” Kennedy asked him. 
“Don’t curse the lord sweetheart.” Elvis chuckled “You know how hard I had to look to find you?” 
“Seems like it was pretty easy if it only took you a few days.” Kennedy replied.
Elvis laughed and turned his head to look at her with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his thigh “Well it was kind of easy since you’re probably the only girl that has the name Kennedy in Memphis.” 
“Hey!” Kennedy smacked his arm “You said it suits me.”
“It does!” Elvis laughed and looked at Kennedy once again, his eyes roaming down her body before he turned to look back at the road “You look so hot dressed like a sexy librarian.”
“Woah there. You say that to every girl you meet?” Kennedy raised her eyebrow at him.
Elvis look at her with a slightly gaping mouth “I-I’m sorry honey, I-I didn't meant anything by it. You just look good.” He stuttered, feeling flustered with how Kennedy was staring him down. 
“Elvis.” Kennedy chuckled “I’m kidding. Thanks for the complement… I guess?” 
“Ah doll. I almost crapped myself.” Elvis chuckled, shaking his head.
“Where are we going?” Kennedy asked him.
“Anywhere you’d like.” Elvis replied. 
“I’d like to go home.” 
Elvis pouted and gave her his best puppy dog eyes“Wrong answer.” 
“You said anywhere I’d like.”
“Anywhere else!” 
“Fine.” Kennedy rolled her eyes “I’d like to get some food because I’m starving.”
“Perfect! We’re going to my favorite diner. It’s very quiet, don’t worry.” Elvis winked.  
“So, what do you do exactly?” Elvis asked, taking a big bite of his cheeseburger. Kennedy sat opposite of him eating chewing on her own cheeseburger.
“I work in Finance.” She replied. 
Elvis rolled his eyes.
“What?” Kennedy chuckled. 
“Nothing. Your… partner doesn't mind you working?” He asked, eyeing her.
She chuckled and shook her head at him “Is that your way of asking if I’m single?”
“Uhh I-I-“ He stuttered, for some reason he always felt super nervous around her. 
“I wouldn’t have spent the entire night talking to you if I had a boyfriend or a husband now would I?” She asked him with a raised eyebrow.
“Well… I tried to kiss you that night and you fully dodged me. Even then I still had to look for you.” Elvis replied, mumbling the last sentence as his cheeks turned bright red. 
Kennedy leaned forward with her eyes wide “When?”
“What?” He looked up at her with wide eyes “When we went outside and sat in my backyard.”
Kennedy frowned “I don’t remember.”
“I gave you the look, I looked at your lips… You smiled. I leaned forward to kiss you then you just turned away from me and took a sip of your drink.” Elvis replied. 
“Oh!” Kennedy covered her face with both her hands “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you tried to kiss me.” 
Elvis laughed and shook his head. He grabbed a napkin and wiped his lips, taking a sip out of his Pepsi bottle before getting out of the booth and sliding in, next to Kennedy.
“What are you doing?” She asked, quietly when he scooted closer to her. His thighs were pressed up against her own. 
“We’re gonna try this again. I’m telling you now, I’m gonna kiss you.” He whispered, looking down at her lips.
“Okay.” Kennedy whispered, also looking down at his pouty lips. She licked her lips unconsciously as he leaned forward, his eyes darting from her lips to her eyes and back. He closed the distance and kissed her softly. Kennedy kissed him back and placed her hand at the nape of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. He smiled against her lips and cupped her cheek, deepening the kiss. 
Elvis and Kennedy continued to see each other and would constantly hang out secretly in Kennedy’s apartment since it was the most secluded and private place until Elvis asked her to be his. Kennedy said yes but insisted on it being fully monogamous, she knew how Elvis was with other girls and she didn’t want that, she wanted someone who will be faithful and true to her and Elvis agreed.
The oven dinged indicating that the cookies were ready. Elvis moved from between her legs and grabbed the dish towel, pulled the oven door open and pulled out the batch of cookies that Kennedy had just finished baking “Hmm, Hmm, Hmm.” He hummed while sniffing the freshly baked cookies “Probably my second favorite smell.”
“Huh and what’s your first?” Kennedy asked with a raised brow. 
Elvis smirked, placing the batch of cookies on the kitchen counter and walked back over to Kennedy, standing between her legs once again. He leaned down and kissed down her neck, nuzzling her neck and sniffing her simultaneously “You.” 
“I’m your favorite smell?” Kennedy giggled, running her fingers through Elvis’ hair.
“Uh huh.” He hummed against her neck and continued to kiss down her shoulder. 
“Are you happy to be back in Memphis?” Kennedy asked him.
Elvis pulled back and cupped her cheeks “I am so happy. I’m ready to rot on that couch all weekend and just cuddle you.” 
Kennedy grinned and kissed his soft, pillowy lips. 
Elvis and Kennedy had dinner and got caught up after not seeing each other for a few weeks when he was filming Viva Las Vegas. 
Kennedy placed the batch of cookies on a plate and scooped some vanilla ice cream on top, grabbing two spoons for her and Elvis. They both got settled down on the couch and turned on the TV to some random movie playing. 
“Oh I missed this.” Elvis sighed, leaning back against the pillows and threw his arm around Kennedy’s shoulders, pulling her to him. He kissed the top of her head as she laid her head on his chest, placing her hand on his little belly.
“I love you.” Kennedy said and kissed his open chest. 
“I love you too, Ken doll.” Elvis replied, running his hand up and down her arm. His favorite two nicknames for her were Ken doll and Kenny baby. Kennedy on the other hand hated nicknames but she didn’t mind it when Elvis gave her all sorts of nicknames when they had first met, finally sticking to those two.
Elvis tipped her chin back and kissed her gently. They made out for a while on the couch before moving to her bedroom. 
It been a week since Elvis left again for Vegas when Kennedy spotted his and Ann-Margret’s face plastered on the first page of the newspaper with the words “Engaged” in big letters. Kennedy frowned, hating that people thought they were together, she never wanted to be in the spotlight but she still hated when girls were associated with her boyfriend. She then opened the newspaper and read the article, her heart sank to her stomach when she realized it wasn’t just a rumor from some random stranger instead it was Anne-Margret herself who had said those words.
Kennedy gulped and threw the paper in the trash. What the heck? Why the hell would she say that? Kennedy chanted in her head repeatedly that it wasn’t true but she was panicking slightly. Elvis and her had already fought over this topic when he first started shooting the movie and picture of him and her being all close were published and rumors started to swirl that they were together. 
The phone rang and she knew it was Elvis but she was very upset and in no mood to argue with him. She instead chose to take a tub of ice cream to bed and just watch movies all day on her day off. She could hear the faint ringing of her landline but it was easy to muffle the noise when she increased the volume of the TV. 
Elvis was in his dressing room on set when Jerry came rushing in “What the heck Jerry? Knock!”
“You need to see this.” Jerry said, ignoring what Elvis just said. He rushed over to where Elvis was sitting on the couch and handed him the paper. Elvis gave Jerry a confused look and grabbed the paper from his hands. He looked down at the paper and read the words that were plastered on the first page “What the fuck!” Elvis exploded, getting up from the couch. 
Elvis threw the paper down on the coffee table and speed walked to Ann-Margret’s dressing room.
“Hi.” she smiled brightly.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Elvis yelled.
“Oh. You read the paper?” She smiled. 
Elvis growled and punched the side of his fist against the door frame “Yes I fucking read the paper. Why the fuck are you going around telling people we’re engaged?!”
“It’s good publicity.” She whispered, feeling intimidated by this side of Elvis. 
“I. Have. A. Girlfriend.” He said with a clenched jaw “You know that.”
“Yet, I’ve never met her.” Ann shrugged “And we clearly belong together.” She said running her hand down his chest. 
Elvis gripped her hand and threw it off aggressively “Don’t touch me.” 
Elvis left and rushed back into his dressing room, calling Kennedy’s landline while tapping his foot anxiously. 
After an hour of the persistent ringing, it finally stopped indicating that Elvis had finally given up. 
As the sun was setting a few hours later, heavy pounding shook the front door of Kennedy’s apartment. She huffed and shuffled out of bed, she looked through the peephole to find an angry looking Elvis standing on the other side of the door.
She rolled her eyes and opened the door “What?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. 
“What do you mean what?!” Elvis growled, pushing the door open, slamming it against the wall causing a small dent to appear on the wall “I’ve been calling you! You haven't been answering.” 
“I don’t think your fiancé would appreciate you talking to your side mistress.” Kennedy replied.
“You know that’s not true.��� Elvis growled getting in Kennedy’s face but she stuck her ground, not really scared of Elvis no matter how scary he looked with his blue eyes turning a shade darker in rage, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched tight “You know that’s just publicity for the movie.”
“She knows you have a girlfriend right? You told me, you told her, right?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Okay then why the hell would she go and say those things? That you proposed to her and that you two are engaged what the hell is that about?” 
“I-I don’t know!” Elvis said and side stepped Kennedy to walk into her apartment, pacing in front of the TV “I don’t know why in god’s name she chose to tell those damn reports that!”
Kennedy sighed and closed the door of her apartment, their neighbors definitely heard Elvis’ yelling “You’re fixing that.” she pointed at the dent on the wall.
Elvis rolled his eyes and walked over to her, pulling her into his arms. 
She sighed once again and wrapped her arms around his waist. He kissed the top of her head and swayed gently back and forth. Kennedy pulled away from his chest and turned her head up to look at him “Tell me nothing happened between you two.” she whispered, her heart raced at the question. Praying he would say nothing happened and nothing will ever happen.
“Nothing happened.” He gulped.
Kennedy winced “Elvis. Tell me the truth.”
“N-nothing happened.” He stuttered, his eyes watering as he spoke.
“Oh my god.” Kennedy whispered and shrugged him off, taking a step back from him “What happened?”
“It was one time.” Elvis whispered, biting down on his lower lip anxiously.
Kennedy’s lips trembled as she spoke “Was it more than a kiss?” she felt a lump form in her throat, her eyes filling with unshed tears. 
“Baby.” Elvis said and took a step towards her. She took a step back and away from him, shaking her head at him.
“Elvis.”
“Yes. It was when we first started shooting the movie. B-baby I-I’m so sorry, honey. Please forgive.” Elvis’ voice cracked, fresh tears rolled down his face. 
“You need to go.” Kennedy whispered, wiping the tears away from her face.
“What? No.” Elvis shook his head.
“Elvis.” 
“No. I’m not leaving. You’re my girl and we need to talk about this.”
“Not anymore. I’m not your girl anymore.”
Elvis let out an audible breath, his eyes wide in panic “Kennedy.” he took a step closer to her, shaking his head “Honey, please.” 
“Please go.” Kennedy’s voice cracked as more tears rolled down her face. 
“Kennedy.” He cupped her face and kissed her.
Kennedy kissed him back before she pushed him away from her “Go.” she said and walked to her bedroom.
“Kennedy wait a second!” Elvis rushed after her but she had already slammed it shut and locked the door before leaning against it and cried into the palm of her hand.
“Kennedy please open the door.” Elvis said, knocking on the door “Baby. She doesn't matter. It was a mistake.”
“Please just go, Elvis.” Kennedy sighed, closing her eyes. Her heart couldn’t handle the heart break she felt at that moment and she wanted to cry out loud but not when Elvis can hear. 
“I’m not going.” He sighed. 
“Please.” Kennedy’s voice cracked, clenching her eyes shut.
“Okay.” Elvis sighed and leaned his forehead against the door “I’ll come back first thing tomorrow okay? It’s gonna be okay.”
“Don’t bother.” Kennedy replied which made Elvis wince. He placed the palm of his hand on his chest, above his heart and rubbed that area as if it physically ached him. He didn’t want to leave but he wanted to give her a break to breathe. 
“I love you.” He gulped, wiping his tears and left, shutting the door behind him. Feeling his heart ache with unbearable pain. 
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hooked-on-elvis · 1 year ago
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Don't know how EP managed to keep his cool during the bordello scene — I'm not even talking about him with Susan Henning, just these many ladies wearing almost nothing and touching him like this. Considering it must have been needed a few takes to make this scene right, it must have been torture trying to keep his cool, to a guy like him. Yet, on the final cut, Elvis looks all together, in control — while on the other hand, wearing his black leather suit, while singing live onstage, at some point he just... messed up his pants. Have you read/heard the story, right? Yeah... that naughty story! 🤭 That was hot! Embarrassing but mostly hot AF. I don't even know how he let people see that pair of pants, I wouldn't. LOL! — Talking about this, my mind went to the "Girls! Girls! Girls!" "naughty" scene, which I still try to get how the heck Elvis got himself all "happy" just by dancing. He was "just a red blooded boy" indeed!
Anyway... I keep imagining the thoughts running through his mind during those sexy scenes - also the not-sexy-ones but the ones that got his blood flowing downwards, somehow. Outside he was/is pretty intriguing already, a fascinating guy... his looks and personality... but his mind! I kinda envy the Almighty himself just for being able to know what Elvis was thinking the whole time. Elvis' mind would be my favorite place to take a peek, I would live inside that pretty little head of his.
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sissylittlefeather · 2 months ago
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Ficmas song request: Just a little bit
I am looking forward to ficmas you are my favorite writer. Thank you for writing!
12 Days of Ficmas
Day 4: Just a Little Bit
A/N: Omg, thank you so much!!! I'm sorry this is late! My house is a shit show right now with me sick, both kids sick, and the dog sick, all of us with different maladies. However, I hope you enjoy this one!
Special shout out to @ccab for coming up with the idea for this one!
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, cussing, kissing, p in v sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation
Word count: ~1.4k
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You've always been good with your hands. You have nimble little fingers that work quickly over the articles of clothing you handle. And your attention to detail is unmatched. You can spot a missing button from a mile away. That's how you got this job tending to Elvis's jumpsuits. Someone else designs them and makes them and another person cleans them, but you take care of them, sewing on pieces that have fallen off, patching tears, and keeping them looking their best.
It didn't take him long to notice you. The first time you were called in to mend one while he was wearing it, he flirted with you shamelessly. The next night, he faked needing you to tie his macrame belt and that became your job any time he wore one. You swore he was purposely ripping the brocade off just so you'd have to take fabric glue to his chest before he went on stage.
You've untangled fringe, reattached beads, sewn on conchos, and fixed eyelets all while he's wearing the jumpsuits. He somehow always seems to damage them just by putting them on. You have a sneaking suspicion this is a ploy to get you to his dressing room, but you'd never say that. Instead, you take your little tackle box of supplies and patch him up however he needs. He greets you the same way every time, calling you “Little Bit” because you deal with the little bits on his suits. You've fallen into a kind of routine with him before every show and it's fun and comfortable. He breaks something, you show up, he hollers “Little Bit!” and flirts with you while you fix him up, then he kisses your cheek and heads out to the stage.
But it catches you off guard when you get a call to come to his dressing room after the show. Still, you grab your box of bits and make your way to him.
“Little Bit! Thank God.” He dismisses all the other people in the room, leaving you alone with him.
“You called for me?” Despite the weeks of flirting, you still get a little nervous around him.
“I did. I need help.” You walk over to him and set your box on the table, opening it.
“What seems to be the trouble?” He smiles slyly.
“Can't get my zipper undone.” You look up at him quickly.
“You… can't…”
“The zipper is stuck. C’mere.” He gestures for you to come closer, so you do. Then, he makes a big show of trying to undo the zipper, but it doesn't budge. “See?”
“This is not really… I don't think I can…”
“Oh, come on, with your little fingers? I bet you can.” Your hands shake a bit, but you reach out and try the zipper. Sure enough, it's stuck. You tug a little harder, but it doesn't move.
“Hm.” You keep trying, but after a few minutes, he covers your hands with one of his big ones. When you look up at him, he puts his other hand on the side of your face.
“You sure are a pretty little thing, Little Bit.”
“Oh, um, thank you.”
“Can I kiss you a little bit, Little Bit?” His smirk gives away how pleased he is with his joke. You swallow hard, not sure what to say. He runs his thumb over your lips. “Just a little bit.”
Finally, you nod and close your eyes. He smiles and leans in, pressing his mouth to yours tenderly. Your eyes flutter open as he pulls back.
“See, now, that wasn't so bad, was it? Close your eyes. I'm gonna do it again.” You do as you're told without hesitation. This time he starts at your forehead, presses his lips to each eyelid and cheek, then your nose and chin, and lands at your mouth again. He hovers with his nose touching yours. “Little bit more this time.”
When he kisses you again, he parts his lips and teases yours with his tongue, waiting to be granted entry. You open your mouth and he pushes past your lips, sending his tongue in to tangle with yours. As the kiss deepens, he moves his other hand to the small of your back and pulls your hips into his. You feel his hard length where it pokes you, straining against the fabric of his jumpsuit.
“I'd love to touch you a little bit?” He says it like a question, but his hands are already roaming all over your body. “This okay, Little Bit?”
“Yes.” You whimper breathlessly.
“Little more.” He kisses down your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. You're wearing a button-down shirt that he rips open, sending the buttons flying around the room. You gasp as his kisses continue down your body and he pushes your shirt off. He slips one bra strap off your shoulder, exposing your breast to him. “Gonna taste you a little bit.”
You moan softly as he runs his tongue around your nipple and then pulls it into his mouth. He eventually just takes your bra off, pulling back to admire your chest.
“Not so little.” He chuckles, taking both of your breasts in his hands and squeezing gently. His hands slide around your back and down into your slacks to grab your ass. He pulls you in hard against him, grinding his hard-on into you and whispering in your ear. “Wanna fuck you, Little Bit.”
“Just a little bit?” You whimper as he pushes your pants and underwear to the ground.
“No, Little Bit. I wanna fuck you a lot.” He reaches up to unzip his jumpsuit as he kisses you hard, but the zipper is still stuck. “This fuckin’ thing.”
He pulls on it, but it's not moving at all. Without thinking, you turn back to your box and grab a pair of scissors. You both know that the maker of the jumpsuit is gonna kill you, but right now in this moment you do not care at all and neither does he. He inhales to give you room and you slide the scissors in and start to cut. After a few seconds, he decides you're taking too long and just rips it open, frantically pulling it off of his shoulders and down with his mouth pressed to yours wildly.
As soon as he's free of it, he turns you around, bending you over the small table. He uses one hand to guide the tip of his cock to your entrance and the other to steady your hips.
“So good and wet for me, Little Bit.” He coos as he slowly starts to push into you from behind. You moan as he fills you up, holding both of your hips as he bottoms out inside you. “Fuck.”
And then he pulls back and fills you again, picking up a steady rhythm of pounding you with his cock. Your eyes cross and you whimper while he slams into you over and over again. He stands you up and kisses the back of your neck and shoulder as he fucks you, his cadence getting more and more erratic. You get louder and louder with each thrust as your own climax approaches. He feels your walls start to squeeze and flutter, so he slips his hand around you to rub your clit while he hits your g-spot relentlessly.
“Come on, Little Bit, cum for me baby.” He grunts, trying to hold off his orgasm.
“Just a… little bit… more… oh fuck!” You yell and grab onto the table as you cum, your release washing over you as your body pulses and throbs around him. He manages to pound you just long enough to get you through before he pulls out and pumps himself with his hand, shooting spurts of cum on your ass. After you catch your breath, you hand him your shirt and he uses that to wipe you clean before stumbling backwards to the small couch. He pulls you with him and you settle onto his shoulder. As you sit there, he starts to laugh.
“That suit is ruined.”
“Little bit.” You giggle and he kisses your forehead. “So is my shirt.”
“You can have one of mine.”
“Oh yeah? You like the idea of me wearing your clothes?”
“Little Bit, I like the idea of you. What you're wearing is irrelevant.” He pulls your fingers to his mouth and presses his lips to them. You sit there for a bit longer before you sigh, looking around the room at the mess you made and whispering.
“Well, that was unexpected.” He chuckles.
“Little bit…”
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The End
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melanieph321 · 1 year ago
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Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 4/8
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Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?
Enjoy!
"What if it's just Elvis messing with you?" Your sister said.
The follwing days were spent trying to figure out what this wanna be terrorists wanted from you.
"I don't think so. I've never told anyone about Dickonataor 3000. Everybody just assumes a crazy fan sent me that bloody knife."
"Oh, well. I've told Tanya not to give into the threats. Imagine what this maniac would do with ten million euros."
"But the pictures." You said, feeling slightly guilty for putting Tanya in this position, she left your apartment swearing that if the Images ever got leaked, you'd be the one to pay for it.
"She'll get over it. You have more important things to think about."
"Like what?" You frowned.
"Like your gala performance tonight."
"Right." You had forgot about the invite you received to preform at at this big charity event.
"Do I really have to go to that?"
"Of course you do. Y/N, you have nothing to worry about, not with Ruben as your bodyguard."
Your sister was right about that. You had become dependent on Ruben and the shadow he casted behind you. He followed you where ever you went, not allowing anyone to come within arms reach, not even your fans.
"I don't need you to come dress shopping with me." You told him. It's where you drew the line. Suraya Bebu was one of your favorite designers and a very private woman. Ruben's presence could intimidate her and the last thing you needed was to not have a dress for your performance tonight. But of course, as stubborn as he was, Ruben came with you anyway.
"Y/N, darling!" The elegant lady greeted, as you stepped into her boutique, followed by Ruben.
"Madame Bebu! So nice to see you again."
The woman had gone for a hug and kiss with her greeting but paused at the sight of the tall man blocking the sun.
"Well, well, well. Who is this, your date for the evening?"
You frowned, "Who, Ruben?"
"Is that what his name is?" Madame Bebu let her glasses rest at the top of her nose, getting a better look at him.
"Oh, no." You protested. "This is just my bodyguard, Ruben. He will be with me tonight,  but not as my date."
"Hmmm." Madame Bebu muttered, her eyes darting at the stern looking man who had taken his place by the door, guarding it. "I'll see what I can do." She said. "Follow me!"
"Oh, no Madame, I'm here for my fitting. Ruben doesn't need to try on anything."
"Nonsens! You said that he's not your date but he will be seen along side you tonight,  no?"
"Yes, so?"
"So." She snorted. "If you're wearing Madame Bebu, he's wearing Madame Bebu. I will not have another designers name match my dress, especially not some two pieced, what is he wearing,  Armani?"
"Ruben." You anxiously waved him over.
He was quickly at your service "Yes?"
You reached up to whisper in his ear, causing his eyes to bat in suprise. "Y/N, I'm sorry but..."
"Please Ruben, she won't let me try on a dress unless you try on a suit."
"Y/N, I'm not here to..."
"I know, I know,  it's below your paygrade, but what else is new?"
Ruben's expression softened, seeing the desperation in your eyes. "Fine." He sighed and stripped himself of his jacket.
"Oh my." Madame Bebu gasped.
Ruben wore a white t-shirt underneath his jacket, tight enough to show off the swell of his biceps and the traces of his abs.
"I'll go get my measuring tools." She winked, leaving you and Ruben to wander her boutique.
It was a luxurious boutique, filled with racks of delicate fabrics and dazzling designs. You browsed through the gowns, trying to find the perfect one, while Ruben wandered over to the selection of suits.
As you slipped into the first dress, you couldn't help but notice Ruben in the mirror nearby, struggling with the buttons of a suit jacket. You burst into laughter, seeing his usually composed demeanor fall away as he fumbled with the garment.
"Ruben, you're supposed to make it look easy," you teased, amusement dancing in your eyes.
He smirked and turned towards you. "Well, Y/N, maybe you should try helping me instead of standing there and laughing."
You rushed to assist him, your hands brushing against each other as you worked on the buttons of the suit.
"Like this?" He asked, follwing your lead with the buttons.
"She is a special designer, madame Bebu. All of her designs are so unique."
"No shit." Ruben gushed.
You giggled, raising your hands to adjust his collar. The untamed hair on the back of his neck tickled your fingertips. "You should get a hair cut."
"You should let me do my job. So I guess neither of us is getting what we want."
You smiled, but it quickly faded. Ruben noticed this and helped you fold the last corner of his collar. "Are you nervous about your performance tonight?"
You shook your head. "More excited. The song I'm performing is one I wrote for my mother. It's sad that she can't be here and see me perfom it live."
"Does she live far away?" Ruben asked. He seemed a bit more relaxed now. You liked this side of him the most.
"She lives in Brussels where I'm from."
"You're from Belgium?"
"Didn't my accent give me away?"
He smiled "No."
"Tell me where you're from. Where abouts in Portugal?"
Ruben's eyes search your face, perhaps conflicted about how much of his private life that he should share with you.
"I'm from...."
"Sorry I'm late, my plane was..."
"Tyson?"
You and Ruben had been standing close. That distance decreased when a man, dressed in white sneakers and a leather jacket, stepped into the boutique.
"Y/N?" He frowned, his eyes shifting between you and Ruben, Ruben who was shielding your body a bit with his own.
"It's okay." You said. "I know him."
Ruben let you through. He let you approach the man, who held out his arms for you to fall into his embrace.
"Suprise!" He said.
"What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? I came to support my girlfriend of course, support her on the success of her new album."
You wiggled out of his embrace, turning to look at Ruben. "This is Tyson, Tyson is my...my...."
Soft lips braced your neck, Tysons lips.
"...boyfriend."
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Our Top Ten KC Fics
(in no particular order)
the grief of narratives by Crisalidaseason -
Carter Kane and the aniversary of his father's "death''
the only friend i need by bookberry005 -
For pretty much his whole life, Carter Kane has been Sadie's older brother. It hasn't really been easy, given the seperation and the world saving, but they're still siblings. They always have been and they always will be. (or) Carter and Sadie throughout the years.
i kissed a girl and i liked it (the taste of her cherry chapstick) by nancywheelersgun -
Whenever Sadie Kane thought about relationships, she always thought of a boy and a girl, but life is full of surprises and sometimes they come in the form of a very pretty girl.
4. Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life, Too by RiotAstris -
Take my hand, take my whole life, too Because I can’t help falling in love with you. I can’t help falling in love with you. Because I can’t help falling in love with you. (Carter/Zia fluff)
5. 2:48 A. M. by EmeraldChestDoha -
The issues within the Brooklyn house are piling up, and Walt has cracked. Spontaneously deciding to bake dozens of cupcakes and a handful of cakes, chaos is bound to ensure. Lucky for him, Sadie is there to help.
6. Setne and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamboat by Flora Silverthrush (SpellCleaver) -
Hi! I'm Sadie Kane. Remember me? So, I'll make this quick. I'm backstage at the Theatre Royal, Carter's onstage probably making a fool of himself (as usual) and Setne is glaring at me from where he's immobilised with his fetching pink bracelets and Elvis suit. You know, when I called Setne 'that old Elvis impersonator', I was joking. Does nobody get that?
7. In the Dark of the Night by Polarlys -
In the weeks following the Carter and Sadie's battle against Set at the Red Pyramid, Amos still struggles with the aftermath of his ordeal.
8. Never Made It by magnuschases -
Amos makes coffee. Sadie experiences emotions. Sadie makes coffee. or: being raised apart from your own siblings can make you strangers to each other, and building a bridge takes effort.
9. Secret Names by HK44 -
Telling Sadie his secret name wasn't so bad as telling her his hidden name. His secret name gave her power over him, sure, but his hidden name, the one he whispered to himself at night, that one let her know who he was. What he was. And that he was a boy wasn't something he wanted her, or anyone, to know yet. Or at all.
10. Heartbeat by orphan_account -
The world turns sideways and Walt Stone's universe implodes--for two impossibly long minutes--while Sadie Kane is dead. Set in the beginning of TSS.
Got a favorite that wasn't on here? Let us know!
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HOW did you come up with your Music Meister design?? I love him sm it’s so creative!!
I'm really happy with his design, I'm so glad it resonated with you as well!
Honestly, a big thing I've done when going about with our rogue designs in thinking about what inspires me, and just little things that I like. (Also new art alert!) His biggest outfit inspo is the Beatles from THE ALBUM, Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, since I really like those suits, and MCR's The Black Parade outfits.
To go into more detail though....
I wanted Darius to have a pompadour, since Elvis is another inspo I didn't add to the smorgasbord. For his teeth, his og design has a tooth gap, but Harley and Eddie already have those, and Jervis has his hare teeth, so I made Darius' teeth a bit messed up and added some pizzaz. I just think tongue piercings and tooth gems are cool and he'd agree.
Daft Punk is also a big one, albeit it comes off more in his sound, but he has the gloves and a necklace. Also the tech board thingy! I kept forgetting what they're called, but it's about time I drew his mask properly because that's what it's supposed to look like. Also it matches his keytar which I haven't fully designed (I'm withholding a lot of weapons and other tech for the gallery, oops)
Darius' treble and bass clefs pin exists because I wanted an element that would remain no matter what outfit he wears as MM, and I just like their shapes!
I kept the keyboard concept from the og design, same with a music note, albeit as a ring and shoe lace accessory and not as shirt cuffs.
The pants having records is also referencing the MCR outfits, but also vinyl records! Darius collects his favorites,
Don't know if I did his design justice with my explanation, but his is one of my favorites,
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vintagepresley · 2 years ago
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99 Luftballons
68' Comeback Special blurb - requested by @elvispresleywife
Ada goes to her first high school party and Elvis does not approve.
September, 1984
Elvis was sitting at his white gold leaf piano with you by his side, resting your head against his shoulder as the twins sat on the floor listening to their daddy sing a new song he was thinking about recording. Elvis being the romantic that he was even played the song that two of you danced to together way back when in his suite at the International. My Prayer by The Platters, the song that meant the world to the both of you and when you knew he was the only man you could ever want. Meanwhile Ada had been upstairs getting ready for her first high school party, she had just started high school and she was so nervous about it but everyone knew who her father was so she had no problems making friends. So, when she got invited to her first party she jumped at the chance to go. She had to beg the two of you to let her go, you were more laid back in the matter because you had been to your fair share of parties as a teenager and there was no harm in Ada having some fun. But Elvis on the other hand didn’t like the idea of her going to this party, he didn’t like the idea of not knowing if his little girl was safe. Times were changing and there were all sorts of drugs out there and teenagers drinking and the last thing he wanted was for her to get into all of that. Not to mention boys. But with some convincing from you he hesitantly agreed to let her go.
Ada was dancing and singing around her room to one of her favorite songs 99 Luftballons by Nena at full volume as she was deciding on what to wear. She chose a black crop top and a blue jean mini skirt and then she sat at her vanity and started on her makeup, being true to the new trends she did her makeup just like Madonna’s, bold and smokey eyed and pairing it with a red lipstick that she stole from your bathroom. Then she started on her hair teasing it just like Madonna’s and adding very flashy bracelets and jewelry to complete her look. She slipped on her black boots when she heard a car horn honking from outside. She glanced out her window and smiled when she saw it was her friends. She had been lucky enough to befriend one of the 10th grade girls who had a license. She waved to them before shutting off her music and heading out of her room, sneaking down the stairs as she continued to hum her favorite song. She wanted to slip out of the house before Elvis saw her. She saw that the two of you were distracted and hadn’t even noticed her, but Scarlett spotted her and they made eye contact. Ada placing her index finger over her lips signaling for Scarlett to keep her mouth shut. But as  younger siblings do, she decided to tell on her.
“Daddy, look at what Addy is wearing!” she snitched, pointing toward the foyer. 
Elvis raised an eyebrow as he stopped playing and looked toward the foyer to see Ada running towards the door. 
“Get back in here, young lady!” he shouted. 
Ada rolled her eyes and came stomping back to you both, narrowing her eyes at Scarlett who was sticking her tongue out at her. 
“You goddamn tattletale!” she sneered. 
“Hey! Don’t talk to your sister that way!” you yelled.
“At least I don’t look like a clown!” Scarlett giggled.
“Enough!” Elvis shouted, wanting everyone to shut up.
“Daddy, I have to go, my friends are waiting!” Ada sighed. 
“Elvis, come on, let her go.” you said softly. He shook his head at you both and waved off the fact that her friends were waiting. He got up from the piano and furrowed his brow. 
“What are you wearin’?! Where’s the rest of that skirt!?” he snapped. 
Ada looked down at her outfit and soothed out her skirt that she didn’t think was that short. She looked back up at Elvis, shrugging and then she looked to you to stop him. You let out a soft sigh and grabbed a hold of Elvis, sitting him back down. 
“You’re okay with this? W-What’s all that makeup on your face? You know what I said about wearin’ makeup.” he said sharply. 
Scarlett and Little Elvis began to laugh because of her makeup.
“Ugh, mama!” Ada whined. 
You felt Elvis was overreacting especially since she was a teenager girl and this is what they do. You never minded that she wore makeup. She spent so much time watching you do your own makeup when she was a little girl that as she got older and became a teenager you didn’t mind if she wanted to wear some. You didn’t agree with how much she was wearing, but it was the look nowadays. 
“Elvis, please, she’s a young girl and they all wear makeup like that now. I wore makeup at her age and there’s nothing wrong with her skirt. You’re being silly.” you said softly. 
“Well, It’s too much makeup. I told you, I didn’t like her wearin’ it. She’s a little girl, she doesn’t needa be wearin’ all that junk on her face. Now go upstairs and take off that lipstick or you’re not goin’ to this party.” he said sternly. 
“But dad!” Ada yelled, looking at you. You gave her the “listen to your father” look and she rolled her eyes stomping all the way up the stairs and taking off her red lipstick angrily as she could hear her friends honking the car horn for her to hurry up. Once she had the lipstick off she grabbed the small tube of lipstick and stuffed it into the pocket of her jean skirt and ran back downstairs. 
“Can I go now?” she said, annoyed.
“Not yet. I want to talk to you.” he said before looking over at the twins. “The two of you upstairs now. We need to talk to your sister.” he said sternly. The twins felt bummed because they wanted to stay. The both of them got up and ran upstairs where they sat at the top of the stairs listening. You raised an eyebrow wondering what Elvis could be wanting to talk to her about. 
“Daddy, I need to go!” Ada whined. 
“Just sit down a minute. We need to have a talk.” he said, pointing at the couch. 
Ada walked over to the couch and folded her arms over her chest as she plopped down onto it, looking down at her shoes. You could only imagine what was going through Ada’s head right now. Elvis got up and sat beside her on the couch and she continued to look down at her shoes. You watched on from the piano. 
“Are there goin’ to be boys at this party?” he asked. 
Ada wanted to crawl inside herself at that moment because the last thing she wanted to talk about with her dad was boys. 
“Yes, most of the kids from the school are going to be there.” she mumbled. 
“Elvis, is this necessary? It’s an innocent little party.” you chimed in. 
“Yes it is, baby.” he replied to you before turning his attention back to Ada. “Is there going to be any drugs or alcohol at this party?” he asked. 
“Dad! Come on, no one is going to be doing that!” she huffed. 
You shook your head at his questioning. You understood his reasoning for being so overprotective. She was his baby and he was always overly protective with both his daughters. 
“You know Ada is not one of those kids. She’s a smart girl and knows better than that. Don’t you, honey?” you asked. Ada nodded her head quickly. 
“I just wanna make sure. Now your mama has spoken to you ‘bout the birds and the bees, right?” he asked. Now Ada’s face was turning red and she groaned. You felt embarrassed for her.
“Oh my god, dad! Can we not do this right now!!!” Ada yelled, hiding her face in her hands. 
“Listen, there’s gonna be boys at this party and I don’t trust a single one. Boys have one thing on their minds and that’s sex. I’ll be damned if they try anythin’ with my little girl! I’m not stupid I know what goes on at these parties, honey.” he said. 
“I’m not having sex! Ugh, dad! It’s just a party!” she exclaimed. Elvis felt relieved to know that and had no desire to speak any further on the matter because he was just as uncomfortable as she was about the whole thing.
You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes at his words, watching as Ada grew more and more embarrassed by this conversation. “Honey, you’re the last person to be giving her advice on the dangers of boys and sex.” you laughed. “Now let her go to her party.”  
Elvis shot you a look and shook his head before he looked back at Ada. “Fine.. You can go.” he said. Ada jumped up from the couch relieved that the conversation was over and she hugged Elvis and then you. “Bye mama! Bye Daddy!” she said as she quickly ran to the front door.
“I want you home by 10:00, no later!” he yelled. 
“Okay!” she shouted as she headed out and quickly got into the car and Elvis watched from the window as the car drove away and out of the gates of Graceland. He now turned his attention to you, furrowing his brow. You smiled innocently at him as you stood up, giggling softly. 
“What was that mess you said ‘bout me talkin’ about the dangers of boys?” he asked as he walked over to you. 
“Oh, well, you know.. You weren’t some innocent boy yourself. You had a bit of a reputation when it came to girls, Mr. Presley.” you giggled. 
“That was a long, long time ago, baby. But that’s why I’m so concerned! I don’t want her meetin’ some boy like me.” he laughed, slipping his arms around your waist. 
You grinned at his words and slipped your arms around his shoulders as you stood up on your tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. “She’d be a lucky girl if she met a boy like her daddy who’s sweet, kind, romantic, and who treats her right. I know I got lucky..” you smiled. He smiled wide at your words and he stole another kiss from your lips. 
“Mm.. Is that so?” he hummed against your lips.
“Mhm, I hope someday all our children find someone that treats them right and that they have what we have.” you whispered, nuzzling your nose up against his before sharing another passionate kiss.
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you mentioned you love june and i'm curious how you feel about the other women in elvis' life? do you like priscilla and the relationship she had with him? and anita? linda? sheila? ginger?
Hello, dearest Nonnie! What a question! I think it's safe to give a huge disclaimer here that I am jealous of any woman who was loved by Elvis (lol), but for some reason, inexplicable or not, I find some of them delightful while others just rub me the wrong way. I will also say I can only imagine how insanely complicated, wonderful, and frustrating a relationship with that man could be and that all these women probably just did their best in the moment. My personal opinion is just that and is mainly based on my own ✨vibes.✨
And yes, it's no secret June is my favorite! I love her tenacity and spunk, how she didn't take a lot of shit, and while it breaks my heart, I respect the hell outta her for sticking to her values and letting him go when Elvis was being a dick and ignored her for months. Her book is beautifully written and such a great glimpse into a pivotal time in his life.
I also really like Kathy Westmoreland. I think spiritually and musically they connected on a wonderful level, and even though their affair didn't last super long, she was in his life longer than most women as a friend/colleague, and there is something telling and lovely about that. She was loyal to him until the very end and long after.
Shelia seems lovely and gave us some of the juiciest tidbits about him, and I'll always love her for that! 🤭 Their relationship was interesting, especially concerning how he seemed to play her against Linda and she didn't really give a care. I get the impression she just went with the flow, they enjoyed each other's company, and she knew it wasn't going to be long term. I like her.
Now the others...now keep in mind this is just my personal opinion, and I know others feel differently and that is totally fine! I'm not looking to war with anyone LOL.
Linda drives me bonkers as a person. Maybe it's the whole "beauty queen" mentality or her attitude on social media, but the woman is just not for me. Reading her book did give me more insight, and I really do think she and Elvis loved each other and that she was there for him during some really difficult times. But I just don't like her and hate how she seems to capitalize on her relationship with him to this day in a very "me me me!" manner. She's my least fave of them all.
In a similar matter, I find his relationship with Priscilla very complicated and her relationship to his legacy even more so. I don't fall staunchly into either the "hate" or "love" camps for her, but do take everything she says or does related to him with a grain of salt because she seems to drift back and forth in her stories in a way that suits her in the moment. I don't love how she constantly seems to ride the coattails of his legacy. I hate that she was so young when they met and how he seemed to be okay with that (but that's another discussion entirely), and I think her youth plays a huge role in why the relationship played out the way it did. While I think they had love for each other, I feel like that love was based on idealized images of the other and what they wanted them to be vs. who they really were. I'm sure I could wax on and on about them but I'm not going to do that here. I don't love her, and I don't hate her totally, either. But I one hundred percent don't buy the weird Camelot-esque picture Graceland, EPE, and she tries to sell about their relationship a lot of the time.
Now Ginger...poor Ginger gets a bad rap and don't think she deserves it in the least. There is no scenario in my mind where I think she could've "saved" him and I don't feel she was negligent or conspiratorial in any way. However, I do think she was young and in way over her head. She wanted to maintain some semblance of her normal life and Elvis was just not having that, and it caused some major dissonance. He was very much not in a good space and she got swept up in the madness. The stuff with her parents and the money is a bit suspicious, but I don't necessarily think that was on Ginger. I think she loved him (though maybe not quite the way he loved her?) and I absolutely feel devastated for her that she was the one who found him. Talk about traumatic. I also respect the hell out of her for waiting until her children were grown to write her book and that she is a defender of him and Lisa to this day.
I don't know a ton about Anita (I haven't read her book yet), but the vibe of them together just feels weird to me. I feel like he really led her on and get the impression he had a sort of idealized version of this "pretty little Southern Belle wife" that his mama approved of and then mama died and he went into the army and he clung to that image like crazy. Not to say they didn't love each other! But the chemistry doesn't quite hit for me and I think it got pretty toxic. (And I've listened to that recorded call between them too many times and her voice annoys me LOL.) But she put up with a LOT of shit (I mean they all did, tbh...). I'm a bit amazed she stuck it out as long as she did.
Of course, there are so many other women who were in his life and it would be a novel to talk about them all! One thing I always try to remind myself is all of them seemed to really love him and he cared about them, too, and no one can take that away from them. So even if I don't personally like some of them, they were still a fixture in his life and it matters. My opinion, in the scheme of things, means nothing! I also don't love ragging on women, especially when at the end of the day, I know nothing about what truly went on between those two people in their relationship. And god knows that man could be difficult, so I try not to fault any of them for his sometimes very shitty behavior.
Anyway, thank you for the question, Non, and I hope my answer wasn't too rambly! 💋 I do miss doing these asks!
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