#elvis in one of my favorite suits of him

[hooked-on-elvis]

October 17, 1970

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 17: Hand Worship

Show Me

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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[presleyhearted]

Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call ☎️ ❄️- 60s!elvis x reader

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.

[vintageshanny]

Elvis Top Three - “Love” Songs

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.

https://youtu.be/zLpHl_326ps?si=iku2SIg_9QJmW5ot

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.

https://youtu.be/2cOhnhUTZwE?si=7JUNflHAhsBDDk-h

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.

Anyone please feel free to participate! 😘

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[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening: Reimagined pt. 1🩸

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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[vintagepresley]

Hold The Camera, Baby.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 4,615 words

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Daddy kink, rough sex, oral (f and m receiving), face riding, squirting, dirty talk, praise, shit just gets nasty, dominate elvis, tiny bit of degrading?? submissive reader, elvis brings out the camera, typical elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: Oh lord, this is something. Reader is the camerawoman filming Elvis On Tour and getting the best shots, heh. This shit gets nasty, dirty, and so hot. I just wanna thank my baby @erutluve for helping with this fic a random idea that came about. I hope you guys enjoy! Possible spelling errors.

You had been hired to work as the camerawoman on a new music documentary called Elvis On Tour, you practically jumped at the chance to work on this project being a huge Elvis fan yourself. You were over the moon that your skills with a camera got you noticed for this film. Before the start of his tour had begun you were introduced to Elvis who was even more charming in person. He was very sweet and super flirty with you calling you little nicknames like "honey, baby, or darlin'" It was hard to keep your composure about him sometimes. He wasn't use to a woman directing him and telling how things should be. But he always seemed to gain back the control from you, but telling you what he expected from you and sometimes telling you how he wanted you to dress. If you were going to work with him he liked his women to look a certain way, that included pretty little dresses, though it made it difficult to do your job in but you humored him and wore them anyway. But when all was said and done he would become very professional and suggest the best camera angles he felt worked best for him, but he allowed you to take some of your own liberties when it came to filming some of the shows. You did your best to try to not only filmed the way he wanted but also staying true to your own unique ideas.

It had been a few weeks since the tour had started and you had gotten some good footage with Elvis of course wanting to see everything you film and happily approving of it all. You had landed in San Antonio, Tx for the next show, and you were helping some of the film set up. You were excited because Elvis was going to be wearing one of your favorite jumpsuits the white pinwheel suit with a matching red scarf. For many reasons you loved the way this suit looked on him, the way the color pattern suited him, how his chest was on display. There was no denying that sometimes when you filmed him that you got a bit turned on and felt like one of the women in the crowd. He just had that control over everyone, no matter who you were. You were more than excited to film tonight's show. Things were getting crazier the closer the show was beginning to start and the crowds began to draw into the arena. You had one of the other cameramen film a lot of the backstage stuff of Elvis, which was always as interesting as his performance.

The show had finally begun and as he got through a few numbers like 'I Can't Stop Loving You' and 'Love Me Tender' he had transitioned into singing 'Suspicious Minds' which was always a treat because he never performed this song the same at his shows and he was always doing something off the wall or interacting with the crowds. You held your camera steady as you captured him as this almost godlike figure before you, getting close ups and different angles. He suddenly dropped to one knee on the stage and you stood right beneath him, pointing the camera at his crotch and then slowly zooming in closer as you captured him as he sang and wiped the sweat from his face with the towel, which caused you to nearly forget you were doing your job and he suddenly glanced down and was interrupted mid song by the sight of you beneath him, filming him in such an intimate angle. He made a face and tried to laugh it off as he got up and continued on with the song, but little did you know he was actually furious with you for getting an angle like that.

As the show went on you continued to get some good shots of him, once the show eventually came to an end and Elvis had been escorted out and the crowds began to dissipate you started packing up some of your equipment when you were suddenly approached by Joe Esposito. "Hey, Y/N, Elvis would like to speak with you for a moment." he said, knowing that Elvis was not happy. You raised an eyebrow at him. "Right now? I need to finish putting my stuff away." you answered. "He needs to speak with you right away. Come on." Joe says sternly. You furrowed your brow at his words. "Oh.. Oh okay.." you said softly, wondering what could be going on and you began to follow him back to Elvis' dressing room a bit nervous. Once he led you to the room Elvis was standing there with a pensive look on his face and you turned to watch Joe shutting the door to give the two of you privacy. You stared at Elvis who was still in his jumpsuit and dripping in sweat, you swallowed harshly at the sight of him.

"What's going on, Elvis? Did you wanna see some of the shots?" you asked curiously. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked angrily. "W-What do you mean?" you answered. "That damn angle you filmed of me during Suspicious Minds!" he yelled. "Oh, I-I thought it was a good shot.." you said softly, he'd never spoken to you like this before despite what creative differences you both sometimes had. "A good shot for who? You?! You got awfully close to my crotch.." he said as his voice grew a bit calmer, he was mad, but not as mad as you thought he was. "I.. I wasn't.. I didn't.." you stumbled over your words unsure of what to say and you felt your face go flush, he noticed this immedately. "If you wanted to film me in provocative positions you could've just asked..." he teased. "I... What? I would never!" you said defensively. He smirked at you. "Don't think I haven't noticed a few similar shots like that in your work. Y'know, I'm pretty good with a camera myself. I film just the things you seem to want.." he said with a grin.

You furrowed your brow trying to understand what he was hinting at. "I don't know what you mean, Elvis.." you said quietly. He chuckled softly and shook his head as he walked over to his things fishing out the camera that he aways brought with him and a few photos he had taken of a few girls. "C'mere, maybe this will help you understand." he said with a grin. You slowly walked over to him and he laid out a few pictures of naked women that he took personally. You raised an eyebrow at him, not knowing what to say. "I've got some videos too." he said quietly. "Elvis, I.. I don't film stuff like this, you've got me all wrong." you mumbled. "Hm, I can't help but feel like you're lyin' to me, baby. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it.." he murmured, reaching over to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. You got shy again, blushing from his words and his touch. "I won't tell if you have.. I think it's hot.." he grinned. You stared back up at him as you were silent for a moment. "I mean... I guess, I have.. You're a good looking guy." you said with a shrug.

"Hm, well why don't we have some fun? I'll give ya something to really be proud of." he teased as he walked over to the couch that sat in his room and plopped down onto it his legs spreading wide open as he stared at you with those sleepy blue eyes of his that stared into your soul. You stood there staring at him not knowing how to respond. "W-What do you want me to do?" you asked. "I want you to film me.. Film me fucking you senseless." he said so forward with a smirk. Your eyes widen at his words, though you had daydreams of what it would be like to fuck Elvis, you'd never thought it would happen and you didn't know how to respond. "I..." you gulped. "Get over here, Y/N." he demanded. You blinked and slowly stepped toward him until you were stand before him. "Don't give me that innocent act, honey. I know you want this.. Now strip." he barked.

The way he barked orders at you turned you on and you didn't want to deny him, this was rare opportunity to be with Elvis in this way, you never thought it'd happen to you. You nodded at his words and slowly began to unzip the side of your dress and carefully pulling it down your body, he watched with delight as his eyes gazed over your body. Once your dress hit the floor you stood there in your bra and panties nervously. "Did I say stop?" he questioned, gesturing for you to take everything off. He sat his camera on the arm of the couch as he reached down to unzip the front of his suit to give his cock some room to breath as he grew hard watching you slowly unhooking your bra and letting it fall, revealing your breasts to him and you felt a chill run down your spine from the cold air of the room hitting your nipples that harden right before him. He licked over his lips as he slide his hand down his suit, grasping his cock in his hand and stroking it slowly as his eyes stared at your panties that you shimmed out of and now you were completely exposed to him, covering yourself a bit.

"Fuck.. You're beautiful. I've been imagining what you looked like without clothes on." he said with a wink as he pulled his fully hard cock out and your eyes widen at the sight of him, causing you to chew at the inside of your cheek. You blushed as you continued to try to cover yourself, a bit shy in front of him now. "C'mere.." he mumbled, patting his lap and then he picked the camera back up. You stepped closer to him, climbing onto his lap carefully your thighs resting on either side of him as you settled yourself down onto his lap, feeling his throbbing cock pressed right up against your pussy that ached and became wet at the very feeling of him, a soft groan escaping from the back of his throat. He held the camera toward you. "Hold the camera, baby.. You're gonna be daddy's little filmmaker for this.." he hummed. You nodded at his words, carefully taking his camera into your hands, pressing the on button and watching the solid green light glow. He placed his hands over yours, showing you how he wanted you to hold it and then switching the record button on for you and now the green light turned to red and blinked slowly indicating that it was now recording.

He leaned forward pressing his soft pouty lips to your collarbone, you held the camera pointed toward him, getting a close up shot of him kissing your neck and sucking on your dewy skin and then kissing up to your lips, kissing you deeply and he stared at the camera from the corner of his eye making sure you were getting all close up shots. A soft noise emitting from your lips against his when you felt his hands squeezing, groping and kneading your breasts, his fingertips play with your sensitive nipples and he grabbed your hand that held the camera and pointed it down so you captured the way he played with your breasts, that was slowly was pushing you over the edge and he pulled back from your lips, pressing his tongue firmly against your neck and dragging his tongue down to your breasts, moving over to take your left breast into his mouth, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking so greedily on the sensitive bud, dragging his tongue back and forth. A small gasp escaping your lips at the desirable feeling. His mouth was so wet and warm that as he sucked his saliva dripped down your breast and he finally popped it out of his mouth and moved over to the right.

Taking your harden nipple deep into his mouth and he sucked so harshly on it that it caused you to hiss at the wild feeling, his suckling sounds growing louder as his mouth tugged at your nipple all the while you filmed it all, trying to keep your hand steady as you moaned quietly. When he released your nipple both of your breasts were glistening in his saliva, you chewed on your bottom lip whimpering softly, wanting more now. He smirked at you and he grabbed your hand making you get shots of your breasts that he nearly sucked raw. "Mm, ready for the next scene, darlin'?" you mumbled. "Y-Yes.." you mewled. He suddenly was switching positions and he grabbed your waist as he lifted you up with him and he laid down on the couch with you right on top of him, feeling his cock press firmly against your pussy again and you angled the camera down on him and he leaned up pressing soft and wet kisses against your abdomen before he laid back again, staring up at you.

You stared down at his beautiful sweaty face and a smirk danced across his lips. "Get up and sit on my face, baby.." he demanded. You felt your pussy ache and clench at his very words, you nodded eagerly and climbed up his body until your thighs were resting on either side of his face and your pussy dripping in your slick hovered right over his face, he beamed at the beautiful sight before, so hungry to taste you, the camera getting it all. You carefully lowered yourself onto his face and you could feel his sweat smearing onto your inner thighs, he let out a soft groan as you buried him in your pussy, your body trembled above him and your breathing growing heavy. You felt his tongue drag across your slit, lapping up the soppy mess that formed between your legs, then he parted your lips with his tongue burrowing it between your folds and firmly pressing it against your swollen and sensitive clit, flicking his tongue against it playfully, which only caused your body to jolt from the feeling.

You almost dropped the camera on him before quickly steading your hand and grasping onto the arm of the couch with the other as you felt his tongue glide back down and circle around your tight little hole, he then plunged his tongue deep inside of you, feeling your walls tight around him and he grabbed your hips, pressing you down against him so he could bury his tongue deep inside your pussy as he began to fuck it, slowly moving your hips against him, making your ride his face, the sweet nectar that leaked out of you coating his face and mixing with his sweat. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure as you did the best you could to continue to film, your hand clutching tighter onto the couch, the vibration of his groans against you only furthered the intense pleasure you felt. Your thighs tightening around his head. His hands gripping your ass tight in his big strong, ring covered hands, the coldness from the metal stinging your ass as you began to take some control and riding his tongue and grinding your pussy firmly against him, he loved it as he forced you down even more wanting you to suffocate him.

As you rode his face you began to film yourself grabbing and squeeze at your own breasts and getting close up shots of you moaning into the camera, giving him quite the show for when he goes back to watch it. His hands moved down to grip your thighs and gave them a rough slap and you squealed softly between your loud moans. You began to whine softly as your clit brushed up against his nose each time you humped his face, it felt so good that you were sure to cum if he kept this up. He steadied your movements as he started to bounce you on his face, his tongue sliding in and out each time you came crashing down onto his face, your eyes rolling back as you heaved and panted. "El..." you mewled, unable to form words. "Da... Daddy.. Y-You're gonna make me cum..." you cried. The sound of your words delighted him so much so that he continued with his little game and he bounced you faster on his face, forcing his tongue in deep, sliding one of his hands back over your ass and giving it rough spanks, his rings making it painful, but it pushed you further into your orgasm that grew closer and then he forced you to sit still on his face, his tongue in deep as he wiggled it around inside of you, his nose hitting against your clit hard.

That's when you couldn't hold on any longer, all the pleasure that had built up was just too much to handle that your panting grew louder that it almost sounded like hisses as it escaped between your crying whimpers and your body jolted above him as you orgasmed and you cum came pouring onto his face, he groaned loudly trying to lap it lap it up like a man starved of hunger, your body twitching above him as you whimpered his name, riding out your orgasm on his face as droplets of your cum continued to leak onto his face until he finally lifted you up in his arms and now he was switching positions again, throwing you against the cushions of the couch so that you were lying on your back, the camera held tightly in your hands. You were still shaken up from your orgasm and you stared up at his messy face that dripped in your sweet juices and he licked up most it off his lips and then took the scarf that was still wrapped around his neck and wiped some of his face clean. "Goddamn that pussy tastes amazing.." he said softly with a smirk.

He suddenly snatched the camera from your hands as he flipped you over onto your stomach roughly and you squealed from his roughness, he grabbed your hips arching them up so that your ass was in the air, and he forced your upper body down, keeping your face pressed against the couch as he spanked your already sore ass once again, filming the exposed position you were in as his hand gently ran over your ass and he smirked to himself as he brought the camera down to capture your dripping pussy on film, running two of his fingers between your folds and opening you up to show to the camera, you moaned softly, wanting to close your thighs around his hand but he forced your legs opened wider for him as he filmed close up of your pussy, his fingers playing in your slick and cum that leaked from you, you whimpered desperately, feeling so empty. "Fuck.. This pussy is so beautiful.. It's so wet and messy for daddy.. Just touching you is getting you wetter." he mewled.

His fingers burrowed deep in your soppy cunt, he loved the way it responded to him. "Mm, I bet it's just achin' to have my cock inside.. isn't it, little one?" he cooed. You whimpered cutely. "Yes... P-Please, daddy..." you begged. He grinned at your words, slapping his fingers against your pussy, watching it tremble before him. "Let's see if pounding this pussy will make ya cum again..." he whispered. Holding the camera firmly in his right hand as he grabbed your hips with his left keeping you steady as he then reached down to grasp his cock and he glided it across your messy little pussy, getting it nice and wet with your juices and then without warning, he shoved every inch of his cock deep inside of your sensitive, throbbing tight hole, feeling you tighten around him as you sucked him in. You cried out his name feeling your body shake beneath him as you clawed at the cushions beneath you. He groaned softly watching how your pussy took his cock so well and to loosen you up around him he forcefully began to thrust himself inside you, filming his cock sliding in and out of you and watching how his cock glistened in your nectar.

"Fu-Fuck.. Daddy.." you moaned out loudly, his hips slapping against your ass as he fucked you, gripping onto your waist with his left hand as he forced you back against him, moving you in rhythm with his movements, the both of you moaning loudly together and his name leaving your lips like they were your mantra as his thrust became more rough, almost violent, his cock slamming against your walls, that tears flowed from your eyes, but you loved every minute of the way he used you, fucked you, all the while capturing every dirty little moment on film. Your pussy was making such a mess on his suit as you bounced back and forth on his cock, he made you so wet that your slick dripped down your thighs. He was determined to fuck you until there was nothing left. You couldn't stop the tears that streamed down your face, you were so overstimulated and in need of cumming once again that your body couldn't handle it because of how sensitive he made you, but his swift rough movements didn't stop, the slapping sounds growing louder as he plunged deeper inside of you. The pain was so pleasurable that his name left your lips in a crying whimper.

"Mm.. El... E-Elvis.. Y-You're gonna make me cum a-again.. it h-hurts.." you cried out. He was satisfied with the way he broke you down and had you begging, crying, moaning for him, and seeing how desperate you were to cum once again. "Cum all over daddy's cock, little girl.." he mewled, he too was growing close to cumming but he was doing everything he could to hold back because he had other plans for how you would receive his cum. The sound of his words pushed you over the edge and you shut your eyes tight, your moans shaky and whiny as they left your mouth and your body numb and twitching beneath him as your pussy clenched tight around his cock and your second orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave completely shocking your body as you not only came on his but you squirted as well, which was a shock for him, he grinned happily at the messy sight you made on him, the couch and yourself.

He thought for a moment that he would lose his composure and cum inside of you, but he pulled his cock out before allowing that to happen and the moment he pulled out your exhausted used body collapsed onto the couch, you could hardly move from the way he just made you feel, you tried to catch your breath as you felt him get up and he grabbed a hold of your arm roughly, dragging you off the couch and pulling you with him as he went to sit in the chair that sat opposite of the couch, you whined from his roughness, pouting a bit. Once he was sat down he pushed you onto the cold dirty floor and you stared up at him as you watched his legs spread open and he beckoned you, wanting you to suck his cock. You sat up on your knees for him. "Open that pretty mouth for me, baby." he hummed. You obeyed opening your mouth and he grasped his cock in his hand, shoving it right into your mouth, you gagged softly when he hit the back of your throat, he grabbed a handful of your hair, bobbing your head up and down as he thrusted his hips forward, fucking your mouth, saliva already pooling out of your mouth, but his cock was only in your mouth for a brief moment as his moans came out airy, he was so close to cumming that he had popped his cock out of your mouth, exhaling sharply and he handed the camera to you. You grasped it in your shaky little hands.

"You love this angle so much now you can film me jerking off for ya from it." he said with a smirk. You nodded your head slowly at his words. "Y-Yes, daddy.." you whispered. He grinned at your obedience and he suddenly lifted one of his legs ups and you felt the bottom of his shoe pressed firmly against your right thigh, nudging you with it. "Lay down." he said sternly. You swallowed harshly, nodding and as you went to lay on your stomach, holding the camera up and it got close up on his throbbing cock that was aching to be drained. You watched through the camera as he started to stroke and pump his slippery cock that was a mess with all your fluids, the squelching sounds loud each stroke he made, it only turned you on as you watched with delight beneath him as his big, strong hand grasped his veiny wet cock, pumping it faster and you could hear his moans growing gradually louder and his breathing heavy, his hips twitching and stirring as his orgasm was approaching, his eyes staring down at your naked body as it laid on the cold concrete floor, the sight only turning him on more and his body tensed as his orgasm washed over him and one last loud groan escaping from the back of his throat. Your eyes widen as you watched his cock twitch and you watched as his cum came spirting out and landing on the lens of the camera, your face.

It had been some time since he had sex so he had so much cum to give you that the lens of the camera was now painted white and your face was a mess and you licked your lips tasting the saltiness of his cum happily. Once he was finished he collapsed against the chair, catching his breath as he stared down at you. "You look even more beautiful covered in my cum.." he teased and then he reached down for the camera. Your body numb and wobbly as you sat up handing it to him. He shut it off and sat it on the table beside him, his cum leaking from the expensive equipment. "C'mere, baby." he mumbled as he tried his best to help you up, you climbed into his lap, sitting down on his twitching cock and his soaked jumpsuit. The two of you a filthy mess from each other's bodily fluids. He pulled you near him, his lips crashing against your cum covered lips, kissing your deeply, sloppily, the both of you tasting his cum as you kissed and his face now being covered in his own fluids that dripped from your face.

"Mm... We may just have to make this a routine thing after the shows." he mumbled on your lips with a soft chuckle. You bit down on your bottom lip, letting out a soft giggle. "Oh, you think I may have the talent to film your dirty little films?" you laughed. He smirked at your words. "As long as I'm your star, baby.." he whispered as his lips crashed back against your own.

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Sorry if I missed anyone!!

[jscameron]

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. 💛

[everythingpresley]

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

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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Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 4/8

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?

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"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."

[hooked-on-elvis]

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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Kinktober Day 30: Facesitting

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Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, kissing, cussing, oral sex, overstimulation, squirting

Word Count: ~1.2k

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The shower water is hot on your skin as you rinse the soap off. You step out and reach for one of the fluffy black towels, wrapping it around yourself. 

Elvis hears you humming in the bathroom before he sees you. He's got a few minutes until he has to go downstairs for the show, so he wanted to come give you a quick kiss, but you're not in the room. 

When you open the door, you gasp and put your hand on your heart. 

“God, babe, you scared me. Thought some intruder had come in while I was in the shower.”

“An intruder in a jumpsuit?” He chuckles at the idea of someone else wearing one of his suits. You look at him standing there in the black outfit with the green shoulders and gold accents. All of his jumpsuits are hot, but this one is particularly sexy for some reason. 

“Mmm a good looking intruder.” You walk over and go to put your arms around him. He backs away from you. 

“Don't get my suit wet, doll.” You pout a little and then back up. 

“Alright then.” You unwrap the towel, drop it to the floor, and stand in front of him naked. “I'm not wet.” 

“Bullshit.” He walks over to you quickly and pulls you in close to him, crashing his lips into yours. You kiss him deeply, tongues moving wildly together as the gold accents on his suit rub against your bare skin. His right hand snakes in between your legs and he drags his finger up your slit. “Ya feel pretty wet to me, doll.” 

He goes back to kissing you as he pushes a finger up into your pussy, his thumb finding your clit easily. You moan into his mouth and grab the back of his hair. Your other hand goes to the zipper on his suit but he pulls away, shaking his head. 

“No time. C’mere.” You peel yourself off of him and follow him over to the bed, where he lays down on his back. He grabs your hips and pulls you until he gets you where he wants you with a knee on either side of his head. “You're gonna let daddy lick you until he's had his fill, you understand, doll?” 

“Mhmm, yes daddy.” You half-moan as he dips his tongue into your slit. He goes to work pushing it into you again and again as you whimper and grab the headboard. Eventually he moves up to your clit and starts to make circles over it. 

“Oh, fuck, Elvis.” You whimper and grind on his face as your orgasm approaches, but he lifts your hips off of him a little. 

“No squirting, doll. Ya got it? Need to keep this suit dry.” You groan and nod. You almost always squirt when he eats you like this, but you know he won't be happy if you disobey. 

He presses his tongue into you a few more times, so deep that his nose is on your clit. He moans, thoroughly enjoying the taste of you as he works. This is his favorite thing to do because he loves to make you scream and lose control. You're usually so cool and collected, but when he does this, you moan and whimper and yelp like a bitch in heat. He lifts your hips a little again and licks a slow stripe up your pussy, settling again at the bundle of nerves at the top for a bit before he pulls back and blows on it gently. 

“You gonna cum for daddy?” He moves his tongue on you slowly and sensually, almost making out with your clit. 

“Fuck… yes daddy… tryin’ not to- oh fuck!” The tight coil of your release snaps and you cum hard on his face, shuddering as the electric heat rushes from your center out to your fingers and toes and back again. Somehow, you don't squirt. 

“Good girl.” You go to move off of his face and he wraps his arms around your thighs to hold you tightly in position. “No ma’am. Daddy isn't finished with you yet.” 

You whine loudly as he continues licking your swollen clit and it starts to harden again. He makes little infinity symbols over you and then shoves his tongue up into you deep again. You slam your hand on the wall and shake. 

“Daddy, please… I can't…” You're sweating and panting trying to keep your body in control. 

“Yes you can. Daddy says so.” He sucks on your clit and pinches it between his lips, knowing this will send you over the edge. 

“God-fuck-shit!!” You scream as you cum on his face again, the pleasure hitting you like a runaway train. Again, you manage to keep yourself from squirting. Your whole body trembles and you look down at him. “Daddy… please…”

His blue eyes look up at yours from where his face is buried in your pussy. He knows you're begging him to quit, but also that you love this just as much as he does and you'll be disappointed if he stops. He knows he's right when he lifts your hips and you whimper. 

“One more, doll. Let daddy love you.” You nod as the sweat droplets run down between your breasts and on your lower back. He goes back to licking you feverishly and you feel another orgasm begin to build. 

“Fuck, daddy…” You whine, your forehead pressed against the wall as you shake. He pushes two fingers up into you and pumps them in and out, rubbing against your g-spot. “Oh God…”

The pleasure builds and builds, the rubber band pulling tighter and tighter in your core as your heart pounds wildly in your chest. You grind against his face and he holds your thighs just long enough for you to feel the edge of your orgasm. 

“Oh, daddy, FUCKKKK!” You yell and he flips you quickly onto your back as you cum harder than you ever have and squirt all over the place. Your whole body quakes as you moan loudly and the pleasure overwhelms you, knocking out your hearing and damn near causing you to black out. When you finally come to, he's laying on his back on the bed laughing. 

“What?”

“I'm soaked.” You sit up and look at him and he's right. 

“Oh God, I'm sorry!” But he just laughs and laughs. You try to roll over to him, but your whole body is wrecked in the best way possible. 

“Don't apologize, doll.” He rolls over and looks at you. “I knew it would happen. It’s okay. I love you and I love making you cum.”

You lean into his touch as he holds the side of your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. 

“EP, ya comin’?” He looks at the clock on the wall. 

“Shittttt.” He kisses you quick and then stands up, walking to the door. When he pulls it open, the guy at the door laughs. 

“Boss, what the hell-”

“Don't ask.” You lay on the bed giggling, still trying to recover. He turns and hollers back into the room. “Love you baby. Thanks for the shower.” 

“You're welcome!” 

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[batmanfruitloops]

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,

-Sarsee

[missmaywemeetagain]

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!

[ijustreallylikepirates]

I got a Alenick fanfic request from @animationadventures so this is what has been requested. Anyway, enjoy my silly little world of Alenick

Disclaimer: this fanfic has a little making out, swearing, and it’s a little suggestive at times but no smut.

Living in the same house as Nick has been quite fun, not gonna lie.

Ever since we started our relationship, we had actually been doing so much fun stuff together. We’ve been to so many exciting places. We’ve danced to my old Elvis records on my dusty record player from when I was a kid. Nick once hit so drunk that I had to stop him from putting a fork in the microwave. Then he just sat himself on my lap and we made out for a bit. What a crazy night that was.

We do have calming nights too. We like to have some actual movie nights where we get through whole movies without… doing something else. Sometimes I like to lay on his chest while I read my books. Sometimes he gets a nightmare and crawls into my bed at night for comfort.

We also maintain that library job of ours. We tend to flirt with each other, and we sneak kisses from one another while we are working when no one is watching. Sometimes he brings me books from the shelves he thinks I might like. My favorite will always be The House in the Cerulean Sea though. No book will ever beat it.

Today is a special day though. It’s Nick’s birthday, and I wanted to do something special for him. I decided that I was going to make a cake for him.

His favorite kind of cake too. Red velvet, with vanilla frosting and pieces of dark chocolate on top. A fancy cake for a fancy man.

As I mixed the batter, Nick was still sleeping. I mean, it was only 9:00 AM. Nick likes to sleep in on weekends, so I thought this would be the perfect time to bake him his surprise cake.

Once the batter was fully mixed, I grabbed a pan and poured it in. I smoothed out the batter, then slid the cake into the preheated oven and shut the oven door.

I was about to move away from the oven but Nick had came out of his cave and wrapped his arms around me from behind. I jumped in shock.

I turned my head to look at him. “Hey, Blondie. You sleep good?”

He groaned and nodded. He then leaned forward, kissed me on the cheek and asked, “What are you making?”

I laughed. “I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.” Thankfully, I put all the cake ingredients away.

Nick just shrugged and said, “Whatever.”

“Can you go in the living room and stay there until I tell you that you can come back in the kitchen?” I asked him. “I just have something important I need to do, just go watch Star Wars or something.”

Nick smirked and raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you possibly doing something for me for my birthday that you don’t want me to see?”

I kept my poker face on. I in fact had been working to better it. “Just go in the living room.”

He laughed. “Alright, sexyback. Whatever you want.” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his cashmere suit jacket.

As the cake continued baking, I untied the apron I was wearing and walked off to my room. I rifled through one of my bureau drawers and took out the presents I had bought Nick. A new watch and a photo album.

I grabbed one of the gift bags I randomly had stored in my closet and carefully placed the box with the watch inside the bag. Then I opened up the photo album. I wanted to put a couple photos in there to start it up for him, a couple of photos I had taken of us together over the weeks we’ve been dating.

I kept all the photos in my wallet. I tapped around in my back pocket for my wallet. I was surprised when I wasn’t able to feel it. I frantically stuck my hands in both pockets, but still to no avail.

But then, I came to a conclusion. When Nick hugged me in the kitchen, he must’ve stolen my wallet out of my pocket when he let go without me noticing! How did he even get away with that?

I put the empty photo album in the bag for now, then hid his gift in my closet. I walked out of my room and into the living room.

Nick was actually in the living room like I told him to. But instead of Star Wars, he was watching Back to the Future. What a dork. He was straightening one of the paintings on the wall.

I walked up to him and asked, “May I please have my wallet back?”

He turned his head to me and reached into the pocket of his suit jacket. “What?” He pulled out my wallet from his pocket. “This wallet?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Yes, my wallet. Give it back.”

He just smirked and tightened his grip on my wallet. “No.”

I held my hand out. “Give it.”

Nick stayed true to his answer. “No.”

I wiggled my fingers at him. He went to give it back to me but as I tried to grab it, he snatched it back.

I sighed in frustration. I tried to grab it by force but he dodged. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tackled him to the floor.

I tried to grab the wallet out of his hand but he stretched his arm up so I couldn’t reach it. I laughed and said, “Give it!”

He laughed back and said, “No chance!”

I straightened my glasses, then said sternly, “If you don’t give me my wallet back, I’ll kiss you.”

He just smirked and taunted me by waving my wallet around in his hand.

I put my hands on his cheeks and said, “Well, fine.”

I craned my neck inward and forced my lips on his. Nick didn’t waste a second kissing me back.

As soon as I let go from that kiss, I asked him, “Can I have my wallet back now?”

He smirked. “Fine.” He tucked my wallet into my back pocket, then gripped my waist. “Just kiss me more.”

I smirked. “Whatever you want, birthday boy.”

I ran my hands through his hair as I kissed him again. His hands traveled up from my waist, pulling my shirt up as he went.

I’ve made out with Nick so many times before but… this felt less sexual and more… romantic. He stole my wallet to tease me, I threatened to kiss him if he didn’t give it back, he purposefully wouldn’t give it back because he wanted me to kiss him.

God, I love this man.

Nick’s grip on my back tightened, and I kissed him harder. A little noise escaped from the back of his throat.

But before anything could escalate, the timer on the oven went off.

I pulled my lips off of Nick’s and sat up. “Shit. I have to go take that out of the oven before it burns.”

I pulled myself to my feet, then held my hand out to Nick. He gradually took my hand and tightly grasping his, I pulled him up to stand next to me. I kissed his hand and said, “Stay in the living room, no peeking.”

Nick just smiled, a sparkle in his eyes. “Alright.”

I walked back to the kitchen and put some oven mitts on my hands. Then I opened the oven door and slid the cake out of the oven.

I poked a toothpick into the top of the fluffy red cake. It came out clean. I let the cake sit in the pan to cool as I walked over to the fridge.

From the fridge, I grabbed the bowl of buttercream frosting I had made the night before. I opened one of the drawers next to the oven and grabbed the piping bags and piping tips I had bought for this reason.

I grabbed an offset spatula and took the plastic wrap off the top of the bowl. I put some of the frosting into the piping bag, then grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors and cut the end. I put the piping tip on the end of the bag and twisted the bag at the top, then set it on the counter next to the cake pan.

I got a knife and cut the cake into three layers. I placed each layer on a cooling rack and set the knife down next to the piping bag.

I went into my bedroom and grabbed Nick’s present. I brought it out to the kitchen and placed them on the island. I took the empty photo album out of the bag and placed it on the black marble surface of the island.

As the cake layers cooled, I pulled my wallet from my back pocket. I opened it up and pulled the few couple printed photos from one of the slits.

I opened the photo album up and started to slip the photos into the clear plastic slots. A picture of us on our first date. A picture of us cuddled up on the couch, coffee in our hands. A picture of Nick getting attacked by pigeons in the park as I just laughed. A picture of me laying on Nick’s chest, a book sprawled across my chest as I slept.

So many great memories. As I slipped the last photo into the album, I closed it up and slipped it back into the bag. I quickly walked back to my room and grabbed some tissue paper.

I walked back out to the kitchen and carefully placed the paper into the bag, covering the gifts inside.

Then I tucked the bag into the corner of the island and walked to the other side of it, where the cake layers and frosting were sitting.

I grabbed a cake stand from the cabinet and placed it on the island in front of me. I carefully placed the bottom cake layer on the stand, then grabbed the offset spatula and spread some frosting on top of the layer. I did the same for the next layer.

Then I placed the last layer on top of the first two layers, then started to frost the whole cake. Once the whole cake was covered, I smoothed out the frosting and swiped off the excess frosting.

Then I grabbed the piping bag and started piping swirls all around the top of the cake. Then I went into the fridge and grabbed the piping bag of chocolate frosting I had made. There was just a little bit of it, I wasn’t using too much of it.

I took the bag and carefully started to spell out ‘Happy Birthday Nick!’ on the top of the cake. Then I grabbed the bar of dark chocolate from the fridge and took off the wrapping. I broke it into pieces and put a piece on each frosting swirl. I had a couple pieces left over so I popped one into my mouth and placed the rest around the lettering.

When I put the last piece of chocolate onto the frosting, I stepped back and looked at my creation. I wiped my forehead with my arm and said, “Good thing I watched those videos on how to decorate cake.”

I took the cake stand and put it in the fridge for later.

~

I took Nick out to dinner to the same restaurant we had went to on our first date. This restaurant was like one of our favorite places to be together, considering it’s the place we really fell in love with each other.

The night out was almost similar to that of our first date too. Except when we came home we didn’t, uh… you know.

When we walked through the door, I told Nick to come into the kitchen for his birthday surprise.

He chuckled. “I knew you had something for me.” He followed me into the kitchen. “You’re not sneaky.”

“I can be if I really try.” I smiled. “I just wanted to make you feel special.”

He sat down on a stool in front of the island. I sat down next to him and slid his present over to him.

He kissed me on the cheek and said, “Oh, I feel very special. I’m lucky enough to even have you in the first place.”

I blushed and gestured my hand to the present. “Open it.”

He turned the present sideways on the counter, then removed the tissue paper from inside. He pulled out the small box with the watch inside. He slowly opened the box and gasped.

The watch was golden. And it was really expensive! Anything to make Nick happy.

He carefully pulled the watch out of the box and looked at it. “Oh, wow!” he said, before wrapping it around his wrist. He turned his wrist around in circles, then said, “It fits perfect! Thank you!”

I smiled and said, “There’s something else in the bag.”

He looked at the bag, then pulled the photo album out of the bag. He turned the front cover and looked at all the pictures I had already put in there.

He raised an eyebrow, then turned to me and asked, “Why did you take a picture of me getting attacked by birds?”

“I thought it would be funny!” I said, laughing.

He laughed too and said, “It’s funny that birds tried to eat me?”

“They wanted your pretzel. You bought it, it was your fault.”

He gently backhanded me on my chest and giggled. “Well, those pigeons can have my pretzel. I’d rather have you.”

I just blushed.

He took his phone out of his back pocket and opened up his camera roll. “I have so many amazing pictures of us for this.”

As he started scrolling through his pictures, I put my elbow on the table and rested my head on my hand. A sweet smile appeared on my face as he laughed and smiled, my face heating up.

God, I am so in love with him.

He suddenly looked over at me. The corners of his lips turned up in a smile as he asked, “What?”

I just sighed and said, “Happy birthday, Nick.”

He blushed a little, then said, “I love you, Alec.”

I looked into his ocean blue eyes. “I love you too.”

But then I remembered the other surprise I had for him. I perked up and said, “I have something else for you.”

He looked up from his phone. He laughed and said, “What now?” He turned his phone off and placed it face down on the counter.

I got up from my stool and grabbed the cake out of the fridge. I placed it down on the counter and said, “I made you a cake!”

He gasped and said, “My favorite kind too!? You really do love me, huh?”

I nodded, then grabbed two plates, two forks, and a knife. “Anything for you, babe.” I put the plates in front of us, then started to cut the cake.

As we ate our cake, I asked him, “Hey, what are you gonna put in the front sleeve on the photo album?”

He just smiled and said, “I’m saving that spot for a special picture we haven’t taken yet.”

I looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. “As in?”

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Our wedding picture.”

I just blushed and looked back down at my cake.

Once we finished eating our cake, we danced to my old Elvis records. We spent the whole night just dancing around the house.

We had a little more cake afterwards.

Later on in the night, we were laying on the couch watching movies together. I could feel the rise and fall of Nick’s breathing on my chest.

I ran my fingers through his hair and gently asked him, “Was this the best birthday you’ve ever had?”

He leaned up and kissed me. “Of course it was.”

The End!!!

…

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this fanfic. I fucking loved writing this one, it had me giggling and kicking my feet and shit. And I’m the one who wrote it. Anyways, I would appreciate a like, a reblog, or a nice comment. Any or all works. Thank you for reading and ily all!!!

[vintagepresley]

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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[moonlighttdoll]

SLIM & STEVE - blurb

cw: age gap (50&25), 1st/slim’s persp.

synopsis: a romantic moment sometime in the 60s in nyc

1965, New York City

The sun was slowly setting over New York City, casting the city into a orangey light. A few people already turned on their lights, some closed their curtains. In the room where he lead me, the soft sound of the record player could be heard. It was an Elvis Presley vinyl, I could tell from the deep smooth voice singing the lyrics of his song 'love me'

"Treat me like a fool, treat me mean and cruel"

No wonder, the man was popular at these times and every woman was dreaming about having a chance or even a tiny fling with the charming singer. 'Steve', as I always called him, which wasn't his real name, pours the crimson colored wine into two glasses.

I called him 'Steve', he called me 'Slim' a reminder to his favorite war romance movie : 'To have and Have not' from the year 1944, an old classic. He insisted on the nicknames, as he sees himself as the older Humphrey and I'd be his beautiful, young Lauren. And in fact he was, a lot more older than me, so it suited. Steve and Slim with a twenty five year old age difference, which may or may not seemed peculiar to others, but it was just right for us, what we needed and that was the only thing that mattered.

I watch him turn around again with the glasses in his hand, offering me one. "1962's Chateau Margaux, my slim." I take the glass out of his hand smiling and have a small sip. The tarty and almost sour liquid runs down my throat and I savor the taste. The way he calls me 'slim' or 'my slim' ignites a fire inside me. A fire that desperately searches for touch, desires and unspoken feelings within that fire, that cannot be extinguished. The way the word would roll of his tongue so smoothly and easily would send chills through my body.

Elvis was still singing his lovely words in the background, the sound of the music now suddenly clearer to me. The room was dimly lit, which made the atmosphere more pleasant and relaxing. Also the orange sun light which slightly shines through the big windows of his Apartment added another push to the atmosphere.

With my black pumps slowly leaving clicking sounds on the floor, I carry myself to the big window. The apartment was up high, the view amazing, just as I had imagined it. I recognize him taking slow steps towards me, before I feel a hand on my hip.

He stands beside me glancing out of the window with a small smile creeping up to his lips, his arm wrapped around the waist of 'his slim' softly caressing my side, and moving his hand to the small of my back a few moments later. The situation romantic, sending jolts of desire through my body.

My gaze slowly strides up to his face. I notice a few wrinkles on his face, small scars you could only see, by standing close enough to him and the slight grey hairs of his stubble. All these remarks radiating the years of experience, wisdom and pure masculinity. He brings the wine glass up to take a sip, but before he does, he looks down at me, noticing my stare.

"Are okay, slim? Do you feel uncomfortable?" He asks with a guilty tone etched to his voice, and slowly removes his hand from my back.

I shake my head.

"I could've never been happier, Steve." I mumble, watching his lips curling up again and his hand finding its place on my waist, this time tighter. Holding me close as if he wants to protect 'his slim' from all the dangers and threats in the world.

makes me wonder why I even deserve to be loved by this man.